Chapter 10: Pure Love

The stunned couple remained frozen in position; their eyes remaining locked on each other's faces. Sweat continued to run down the temple of Jason's forehead. He was unsure of whether it was because of the sweltering atmosphere or because of the event that had just occurred. Brenda turned her back towards Jason and attempted to consume the reality of what had just happened.

"We did not just do that." Brenda said in disbelief.

"I think we did." Jason replied, still shocked. He was not upset he and Brenda kissed, but upset that it happened at such a random moment that it caused them both to regret it. He looked back at Brenda, but quickly turned away when she turned around.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed to herself in more disbelief. Her hands covered her face as she tried to assess the unbelievable. She moved her eyes back to her company, his fingers running through his hair and his eyes failing to look down at hers.

"I knew I would go crazy if I hung around you too long," he mumbled as he sat down on his respective bench, flinching at the pain in his side. Jason's injury still bothered him as he placed one hand atop his injury, fortunately the pain was lessening. He tried wiping the sweat from his forehead and face but was unsuccessful; the droplets would not stop forming. He was nervous, nervous at the fact that all he wanted to do was kiss her again. Kiss the woman that he had grown to care about. Kiss the Brenda that was no longer dependent of the powerful men in Port Charles; kiss the Brenda she had allowed him to see the past week. Instead of a whiny, spoiled and brat, Jason now saw in Brenda a funny, sensitive, and courageous woman.

Brenda continued to pace around the small sauna, her mouth rambling and spitting out excuses for what happened. "It was just the heat, I mean, it had to be. It was the heat and the fact that it's just us trapped somewhere, and-" she began. 'It's not the heat, you wanted this to happen,' she thought to herself as she looked back at Jason, the man she had learned to care for even more the past week.

flashback

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"What are you smirking at?" Brenda asked her best friend as she sipped the remnants of her coffee, "and it better not be about the fact that I don't totally despise Jason anymore."

"You liked being married to him," Robin teased, "you didn't want to leave him."

"Ok, now you're just kidding yourself," Brenda exclaimed as she put down her teacup.

"Am I, or are you?" she asked seriously, forcing Brenda to examine her emotions.

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Brenda shook her head free of the conversation her and Robin had only a few weeks ago. "Our minds are just so distraught about…Robin and all this…and…It was a mistake." She concluded tritely, hoping to hide her feelings from Jason.

"A big mistake." Jason replied back immediately. He too did not want what he was feeling to be true.

"A mistake we should never talk about, we forget and pretend like it never happened." Brenda suggested.

"If that's what you want." Jason answered in a scratchy voice.

"Ok." Brenda sat back down on the bench across from Jason.

"Ok." Jason agreed. The couple, too nervous to look at each other, sat in awkward silence, thinking how much they regretted what they just said to each other.

After a few minutes of agonizing stillness, Brenda could not take it anymore. The heat and silence was torturing her; she at least wanted to talk to someone to get the heat and her thoughts out of her mind. Unfortunately, her sauna companion was the 'thought' she wanted to talk about. She heaved a big sigh and figured she might as well be the one to start the conversation because Jason wasn't going to open is often quiet mouth anytime soon.

"Jason." Her eyes lifted up to see Jason doing the same. Brenda could feel the attraction begin building in her again, but she quickly dismissed it.

"Yeah." he stated unemotionally.

"About the kiss-" Brenda started awkwardly.

"Brenda, I…I thought we were going to forget it?" Jason interrupted, hoping to avoid the subject.

"Right, you're right. Ok…then…Thank you." Brenda told him quietly.

"For what?" Jason asked as serious as Brenda's tone was.

"The past week," she paused, trying to come up with words, "You saved me from death at least twice: Francis, the fire, this, well sort of, and-"

"I don't know if save is the right word for it." Jason interrupted again.

"No, you saved me, like you always do," she smiled.

"I helped you, Brenda. You did some of the work, too."

"I put you on a pedestal and you immediately step down." She joked in a serious manner as she went to join him on his bench. It was true, every time anybody tried to praise him, especially her; he would instantly dismiss it.

"And you can never put yourself on that pedestal." Jason looked into her eyes and cracked a tiny smile at his comment. Brenda's eyes moved downward at the comment, a little embarrassed at her character. Even though she would act like a spoiled brat, it was hard for her to accept that she could ever be the one who could save people, especially considering her recent failed attempts to help those she loved.

"Don't you ever get sick of saving a woman who claimed to detest you?" Brenda asked, staring back into the loyal blue eyes she grew to know so well. Jason brushed a few strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear. His fingers slowly caressed her cheek while his eyes never left hers.

"I'm just returning the gesture," he replied sincerely, his hand not moving away from her smooth skin. She placed her hand atop of his and let him bring their faces closer. For the moment, Brenda was gracious to whoever trapped her and Jason in the sauna because the forced isolation allowed her and Jason's feelings to emerge. They both knew they were in their right minds, they understood the other at that moment. The attraction, the care, the love was shared by both and they realized it the moment their lips met. They closed their eyes and let in the emotions and the sparks they felt as their lips brushed softly in several small, intimate and delicate kisses.

* * * * *

A black, leather book crashed against a gray, cold wall and fell haplessly to the ground. Robin's ears perked up more at the sound of JC yelling. Considering the fact that JC would not pause in his ranting, she figured the other man was either on the phone, very afraid of JC, or both. Not a moment later, a husky guard threw open her door and pulled her out towards the office. Her insides trembled with fear, why would JC bring her out of her cell unless it was more devastating news. Her heart jumped when she heard him speak his name.

"Next time, let me deal with Morgan." JC screamed into the receiver before slamming it down. As if Robin wasn't giving him a hard enough time; one of his men thought it smart to trap Jason and Brenda in a sauna, a sauna of all places. He could not believe the incompetence of his men.

"Jason's still alive?" Robin asked timidly, interrupting JC's angry thoughts. JC looked at the petite girl. Her hair, once full of shine and vibrancy was now dull and tangled. Her eyes were sullen and her complexion pasty. He felt pity and fury at the situation he had put Robin in. He did not want to keep her any longer, but he knew he needed to if he wanted to complete his mission.

"That's none of your concern, what you have to worry about his this next phone call." JC spat out coldly, throwing a cell phone to Robin. Hope grew inside her heart; if JC wanted to "deal with Morgan," it only meant that Jason and Brenda were still out there, searching for her.

Anna Devane paced around her office, making phone calls to her vaious contacts in the WSB. She had already created a team to search Europe, she was now working on a team for the States. Her cell phone rang before she could begin dialing another number. She wondered who could be calling at such an hour, unfortunately the caller ID revealed the caller to be "unknown."

"Commissioner DeVane," she answered in her best police like voice under the circumstances.

"Mom?" Robin replied quietly. Her eyes grew teary, for so long had she wanted to hear her mother's voice. Anna's eyes grew wide at the sound of her daughter's voice.

"Robin? Sweetie, are you ok? Where are you?" Anna asked worried. She wanted to wrap her arms around her scared daughter and whisper the resounding words she knew Robin wanted to hear.

"I'm ok, mom. I can't tell you where I am." Robin's eyes stared at the man before her. She could not believe JC wanted Anna to find Brenda, it had to be a trap.

"Tell her the plan, Robin," JC urged into Robin's other ear.

"Robin? Honey?" Anna asked, trying to hear if her daughter was still on the other line. Static was now responding to her questions; Anna's heart paced frantically, signs of worry expressed on her face.

"I'm ok, Mom." Robin repeated nervously. She didn't know how she could tell her mother where was or who took her that night without JC tearing the phone away. But Brenda was her biggest concern; Brenda could not be given to the hands of him, he would destroy her, emotionally and physically.

"Robin, tell me where you are." Anna started, "Are you in the States?"

"Yes," Robin paused just long enough to let Anna understand that Robin was in the US, "I'm safe, don't worry." Robin urged, trying not to let her kidnapper know what she had just revealed to her mother.

"Are you near Port Charles? Pine Valley?" Anna asked intently.

"Tell her!" JC screamed at Robin, impatient at how long the phone call was taking. He knew Robin had to get off in less than 12 seconds or else the phone would be traceable. Robin just stared back coldly.

"He's going to kill them, Mom, you have to warn-" Robin yelled before JC grabbed the phone away and pushed her into the arms of the guard. Robin struggled as JC let her listen to the screams of her concerned mother calling Robin's name, before turning the cell phone off. Anna looked at the tracking machine on an officer's desk, "Damn!"

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The sauna grew steamier by the second, not because of a rise in temperature, but because of the increased heat between "Jack and Gillian Moore." Their kisses started soft and gentle and grew more passionate as the minutes passed. Jason pulled away and looked into her deep brown eyes. Emotions were rushing through their veins. They could see each thoughts, feel each others' emotions, they had broken down the wall that had stood between them. The wall that was built nine years ago was now in shambles.

"What are we doing?" he asked. He ran his hand through her soft hair, memorizing the texture and the way it ran so smoothly in between his fingers.

"I don't know, but it doesn't feel wrong," she replied as she attempted to kiss him once again, but he turned his head away. Her face contorted in confusion as he searched for the courage of what he needed to say.

"I've broken too many hearts; I don't want to break yours," Jason explained honestly. She knew whose hearts he was talking about, but she did not seem to care about getting hurt because this was the one man that had never left her, the one man that had stayed by her side through everything. Brenda let out a tiny smile at his concern for her heart. She kissed him lightly on the forehead and brushed her hand down his cheek. His blue eyes were like two oceans waiting for her to dive in and explore.

"It's already been broken. It's just been waiting for you to fix it," she replied sincerely. She had had these feelings for so long and the box could no longer remain closed.

Jason pulled Brenda closer and kissed her with more passion and with more grace than he had ever kissed another woman. She was the only one he wanted at the moment, the only one he was thinking about. His thoughts focused only on the radiant person that had captured his attention and later his heart the day she first returned to his penthouse.

Brenda's heart raced as she felt his kisses wander from her mouth to her neck. She felt his strong hands on her back, unbuttoning her tank. His sweet kisses wandered slowly down to her shoulders, allowing her to press gentle kisses onto his neck. She wanted him more than anything at that moment.

They explored each other's bodies and each other's hearts. She fit snugly into him and the two shared more than they ever imagined would ever happen to them. The two became one; their hearts became one.

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"What is wrong with you Robin? I don't understand. I try to be kind and you do things like this! Don't you want to be free?" JC asked loudly. He hurled the phone across the room; it made contact with the floor, but remained intact. For days he had been trying to soften Robin or break her, but never had she bent.

"Not if it costs my friends." Robin answered nobly.

"Still the saint, aren't you Robin?" JC asked into her face, causing her to try to move away. She wiped off a droplet of spit that landed right beneath her right eye. He was definitely frightening her now. Her heart longed to reach out and draw out the person he once was, the good-hearted person she had become friends with.

"That's more than what I could say for you. What happened to you? Why are you doing this?" Robin screamed back at her former friend.

"Isn't it obvious? Money, power, and most importantly revenge. He has to suffer for everything he's done," he explained, hatred appearing in his eyes. His fists clenched, his face heating up with loathing and impetuousness.

"Is this why she left you?" Robin asked in a quieter tone. She was beginning to understand his motives, but surely this could not be the one reason for everything he had been doing the past couple of weeks.

"She'll want me back after I take Sonny down and gain the power and money he once had. The power she once adored in him."

"What are you talking about? Even if you accomplished this two years ago she wouldn't have come back to you." Robin was confused, was he kidding her about trying to get back his ex by destroying Sonny?

"Time doesn't matter, as long as I get her back." Jagger replied seriously, tracing a finger over the face of the picture that lay on his desk.

"You don't know." Robin's eyes widened at the realization.

"Know what, little Robin? Tell me what the all knowing, intelligent Robin knows this time." JC screamed into her face, sick of all her comments and remarks.

Robin's eyes dropped and grew teary once again. She didn't want to break his heart, despite the fact that he had kidnapped her. She looked back into his eyes and informed him of the news he should have received long ago. "She's gone. Karen died over a year ago, Jagger"

A/N:

Hi guys! Sorry for the extremely long wait. As you know, I have been away from my computer for a while, but not I'm finally back. I would have updated while in Florida, but I do not yet own a laptop of my own.

I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I figured Robin needed to appear to explain more about what has been happening on her end of the story; and especially explain who the heck JC is. If some of you don't know, Jagger was a character in the early 90s. He hung out with Robin, Brenda, Karen Wexler, Jason Q, and AJ in high school. Brenda and Jagger had a fling in high school, but Jagger had eyes on Jason Q's girl, Karen. The two fell in love, leaving Jason and Brenda upset and alone. Sorry if his character isn't like the original Jagger, since I was like 8 then, when I first started watching with my mom. His actions will be further "justified" in the upcoming chapters.

Thank you everyone for the wonderful feedback. I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story. : )