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Chapter Two: Another Thursday Night
For the past two months she had been coming to Jake's every Thursday night. She would play pool for a couple of hours and then go to the docks to think. She knew that it was not healthy, it wasn't helping her get over Jason, but things had been left so badly. She had the attack of the "guilts" and wanted to somehow run into him. They had unfinished business.
As she walked in, Jake waved and some of the regulars at the bar gave her a nod. She walked to the seat nearest to the juke box, her regular seat and waited as she always did. Some nights she would wait 2 or 3 hours and others just 30 minutes. Sometimes when Jake's got rowdy she just needed to get out. In all the time she had been coming to Jake's she had not once seen him. She knew she couldn't keep up her Thursday night ritual forever, but for now it was all she had.
After about an hour, she got bored and went to play a game of pool. The bar was deep into the depths of the night and most to the patrons who usually played with her, had surpassed their limit of coherence. So, she played alone. It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last she conceited. Besides she told herself, "It would be good practice."
After shooting around for a while, she put away her pool stick and went to collect her jacket from the chair. As she began to put her jacket on, she heard the door to Jake's open, feeling the breeze of the cool night air.
Shivers went down her spin and she began to feel butterflies in her stomach. She knew somewhere deep down inside that it was him, she didn't need to turn around to know, she just knew.
Turning around slowly, she saw him walk towards the bar. "Wow" she though, he looked amazing. She caught herself starring and turned away quickly sitting down in her chair. But she couldn't stop starring. He was by himself which relieved her. She was glad that Courtney was not with him, she wasn't sure she could take that. He looked the same. She laughed to herself.
"Why wouldn't he look the same" she said to herself in a mocking tone.
He had the same spiky hair and blue eyes and that leather jacket he wore like a second skin. On the outside it was all the same and it looked like it was same on the inside. That's what alerted her. She had expected to see a twinkle or spark in those eyes, but nothing. She had figured that since his divorce had been finalized to Brenda and Courtney was now a more permanent fixture in his life, he would look different somehow. But, he didn't. He didn't glow or shine, his eyes weren't dead, but she never thought they were. But, where was that look? The look people have when they are in love or lust or whatever. Jason didn't have that look. Silently she watched and felt sadness that he did not have it, but also a wave of relief that he didn't.
Jason was enjoying his beer. He had been driving on his bike for hours. He had been doing that a lot since Courtney had moved in. It wasn't that he didn't care for her, he did, there was just something missing. He appreciated how she had supper waiting for him at home and how she had decorated the penthouse, although it was not his style. It was great and he was grateful, but there was just something missing. She wanted to spend the evenings watching movies or walking Rosie. Courtney was trying to domesticate him and he just didn't want to be broken. She never wanted to play pool or even go on the bike. Their worlds were so different. Jason had told her that he had business and had to go out. That wasn't a lie. He did have business, but it was finished up almost 2 hours ago and he just needed to get some space.
After riding for almost 2 hours, he realized he was close to Jake's and got the urge to have a beer and maybe play a quick game of pool. "That's what he needed" he thought to himself.
As he drank his beer, he could feel a pair of eyes on him. Years of working for Sonny had taught him to be alert at all times. Before turning to see who was starring at him, he checked to make sure he had easy access to his gun.
As he swiveled his stool around, a strange feeling came over him. It wasn't the usual adrenaline feeling he got while working, but a feeling like anxiety and light headedness. He felt a pit in his stomach and a strange feeling of weakness. When he had finished turning around completely, he scanned the room for those eyes, the eyes that had been watching him.
When he got to about mid room he stopped, "Elizabeth" he whispered to himself. It was Elizabeth who had been starring at him. She looked beautiful. He had forgotten she looked so beautiful, or rather he had chosen to forget. It had been months since he had seen her last. He stayed away from Kelly's because it was just too hard and he did not want to hurt her anymore. He knew he had lied to her and hurt her deeply, but he also had no regrets. He lied because it was his job and he was protecting Sonny. He would never regret that. He was never a man who thought about the future. He had lived his life one day at a time. That was his style. However, he had missed her. Not having her around was difficult. He had missed playing pool with her and going for rides on his bike. He had even missed her incessant babbling. He always knew he would run into her again, Port Charles was not that big, but he had tried hard not to.
He knew she was doing well. He even knew about her and Ric. Ric had been working for Sonny and although Jason opposed him - Sonny thought differently. But Jason had gotten a bad feeling about him and had him followed. It was Francis who had told him about Elizabeth and Ric being together. It hadn't really bothered him, as much as surprised him. It's not that he didn't think she would find someone. She was a beautiful woman with a spirit that was determined. He always saw that as a strength in her, even though he had not acknowledged it. But even though he knew Elizabeth could take care of herself, he just didn't trust Ric. He had Francis following them and reporting back to him. No one knew except him and Francis knew. He hadn't wanted Sonny to know. He wasn't even sure why he continued to have him and more specifically "them" followed. He knew he didn't trust Ric, but he also wanted to say connected to Elizabeth somehow. Even though he hadn't admitted it to anyone, he knew he needed to know she was okay.
Elizabeth saw him turn around in his stool and felt like she was going to fall out of her own chair. He didn't' smile, in fact his expression did not change at all or reveal at all what he was thinking. That worried her, but instead of returning his blank stare, she smiled at him. She hadn't realized she had done it until she could feel the sides of her mouth raised. She felt like she was grinning from ear to ear, but she couldn't stop herself. The next thing she knew, she was waving.
"God, what is wrong with me. I have lost all control of my body" she said to herself as she tried to reduce her smile without success.
Before she could react to her own actions, he was off his stool and on his way toward her table. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. The past two months and her weekly Thursday visits to Jake's were all for this moment. She just hoped that she could gain a little self-control before he got there.
Jason saw her smile. He was surprised to see it. He didn't think he would ever see her smile at him again. She could light up a room. She was grinning form ear to ear. It was such a great sight and he was happy to see it. What happened next, he never expected - she waved!
"I can't believe she waved at me" he thought, not believing his own words.
Before he knew it, he was off his stool and on his way to her table. He hadn't thought about it, but once he saw that smile and that wave, another part of his body took over and he was on his way toward her.
Chapter Two: Another Thursday Night
For the past two months she had been coming to Jake's every Thursday night. She would play pool for a couple of hours and then go to the docks to think. She knew that it was not healthy, it wasn't helping her get over Jason, but things had been left so badly. She had the attack of the "guilts" and wanted to somehow run into him. They had unfinished business.
As she walked in, Jake waved and some of the regulars at the bar gave her a nod. She walked to the seat nearest to the juke box, her regular seat and waited as she always did. Some nights she would wait 2 or 3 hours and others just 30 minutes. Sometimes when Jake's got rowdy she just needed to get out. In all the time she had been coming to Jake's she had not once seen him. She knew she couldn't keep up her Thursday night ritual forever, but for now it was all she had.
After about an hour, she got bored and went to play a game of pool. The bar was deep into the depths of the night and most to the patrons who usually played with her, had surpassed their limit of coherence. So, she played alone. It wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last she conceited. Besides she told herself, "It would be good practice."
After shooting around for a while, she put away her pool stick and went to collect her jacket from the chair. As she began to put her jacket on, she heard the door to Jake's open, feeling the breeze of the cool night air.
Shivers went down her spin and she began to feel butterflies in her stomach. She knew somewhere deep down inside that it was him, she didn't need to turn around to know, she just knew.
Turning around slowly, she saw him walk towards the bar. "Wow" she though, he looked amazing. She caught herself starring and turned away quickly sitting down in her chair. But she couldn't stop starring. He was by himself which relieved her. She was glad that Courtney was not with him, she wasn't sure she could take that. He looked the same. She laughed to herself.
"Why wouldn't he look the same" she said to herself in a mocking tone.
He had the same spiky hair and blue eyes and that leather jacket he wore like a second skin. On the outside it was all the same and it looked like it was same on the inside. That's what alerted her. She had expected to see a twinkle or spark in those eyes, but nothing. She had figured that since his divorce had been finalized to Brenda and Courtney was now a more permanent fixture in his life, he would look different somehow. But, he didn't. He didn't glow or shine, his eyes weren't dead, but she never thought they were. But, where was that look? The look people have when they are in love or lust or whatever. Jason didn't have that look. Silently she watched and felt sadness that he did not have it, but also a wave of relief that he didn't.
Jason was enjoying his beer. He had been driving on his bike for hours. He had been doing that a lot since Courtney had moved in. It wasn't that he didn't care for her, he did, there was just something missing. He appreciated how she had supper waiting for him at home and how she had decorated the penthouse, although it was not his style. It was great and he was grateful, but there was just something missing. She wanted to spend the evenings watching movies or walking Rosie. Courtney was trying to domesticate him and he just didn't want to be broken. She never wanted to play pool or even go on the bike. Their worlds were so different. Jason had told her that he had business and had to go out. That wasn't a lie. He did have business, but it was finished up almost 2 hours ago and he just needed to get some space.
After riding for almost 2 hours, he realized he was close to Jake's and got the urge to have a beer and maybe play a quick game of pool. "That's what he needed" he thought to himself.
As he drank his beer, he could feel a pair of eyes on him. Years of working for Sonny had taught him to be alert at all times. Before turning to see who was starring at him, he checked to make sure he had easy access to his gun.
As he swiveled his stool around, a strange feeling came over him. It wasn't the usual adrenaline feeling he got while working, but a feeling like anxiety and light headedness. He felt a pit in his stomach and a strange feeling of weakness. When he had finished turning around completely, he scanned the room for those eyes, the eyes that had been watching him.
When he got to about mid room he stopped, "Elizabeth" he whispered to himself. It was Elizabeth who had been starring at him. She looked beautiful. He had forgotten she looked so beautiful, or rather he had chosen to forget. It had been months since he had seen her last. He stayed away from Kelly's because it was just too hard and he did not want to hurt her anymore. He knew he had lied to her and hurt her deeply, but he also had no regrets. He lied because it was his job and he was protecting Sonny. He would never regret that. He was never a man who thought about the future. He had lived his life one day at a time. That was his style. However, he had missed her. Not having her around was difficult. He had missed playing pool with her and going for rides on his bike. He had even missed her incessant babbling. He always knew he would run into her again, Port Charles was not that big, but he had tried hard not to.
He knew she was doing well. He even knew about her and Ric. Ric had been working for Sonny and although Jason opposed him - Sonny thought differently. But Jason had gotten a bad feeling about him and had him followed. It was Francis who had told him about Elizabeth and Ric being together. It hadn't really bothered him, as much as surprised him. It's not that he didn't think she would find someone. She was a beautiful woman with a spirit that was determined. He always saw that as a strength in her, even though he had not acknowledged it. But even though he knew Elizabeth could take care of herself, he just didn't trust Ric. He had Francis following them and reporting back to him. No one knew except him and Francis knew. He hadn't wanted Sonny to know. He wasn't even sure why he continued to have him and more specifically "them" followed. He knew he didn't trust Ric, but he also wanted to say connected to Elizabeth somehow. Even though he hadn't admitted it to anyone, he knew he needed to know she was okay.
Elizabeth saw him turn around in his stool and felt like she was going to fall out of her own chair. He didn't' smile, in fact his expression did not change at all or reveal at all what he was thinking. That worried her, but instead of returning his blank stare, she smiled at him. She hadn't realized she had done it until she could feel the sides of her mouth raised. She felt like she was grinning from ear to ear, but she couldn't stop herself. The next thing she knew, she was waving.
"God, what is wrong with me. I have lost all control of my body" she said to herself as she tried to reduce her smile without success.
Before she could react to her own actions, he was off his stool and on his way toward her table. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. The past two months and her weekly Thursday visits to Jake's were all for this moment. She just hoped that she could gain a little self-control before he got there.
Jason saw her smile. He was surprised to see it. He didn't think he would ever see her smile at him again. She could light up a room. She was grinning form ear to ear. It was such a great sight and he was happy to see it. What happened next, he never expected - she waved!
"I can't believe she waved at me" he thought, not believing his own words.
Before he knew it, he was off his stool and on his way to her table. He hadn't thought about it, but once he saw that smile and that wave, another part of his body took over and he was on his way toward her.