~@~@ Complicated Ch.3

I disclaim

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Jason stood with his back against the wall as he checked his voice mail, he knew it was empty anyone that wanted to talk him would call his cell, but he wanted to be alone when his stalker approached him.

" Morgan."

Jason rolled his eyes at Taggert's tone; it was amazing how confident a man who never got anything on him could sound. " Taggert, can I help you?"

" Yeah, you can surrender yourself to me and confess." He shook his head, laughing." What an I saying, you probably don't know what surrender means."

" It means give up, but why would I when I've done nothing illegal."

" You're going to slip up someday, Morgan, and I'm going to catch you when you do."  Taggert said as he pushed past him and entered the men's room.

" I doubt it." 

" Hey."

Jason turned to the new voice, and froze, she looked beautiful, but there wasn't a time when she didn't." Hey, am I in your way?"

" No, I just wanted to say hi, I saw you come in."

" I picked up Emily, she's back to stay." He silently berated himself, he knew that Emily wanted it kept private, but whenever she was around he found himself just taking to keep her near him.

" That's great, a lot of people have been missing her." " I know that…"

"DON'T." Jason pushed himself off the wall, and closed his eyes trying to shut out the pain. " Don't mention his name."

" Jason, I…" She dropped her head, unwilling to meet his eyes

" I know." Jason began walking past her, but felt her small hand on his arm stop him. " Just let me go."

" I can't." She meet his eyes, and knew that what she saw in his eyes, only mirrored what was in hers, desire. " Jason."

"Shh." He grabbed her hand and walked past the bathrooms to the storage closet, and pushed her inside. He leaned against the door, just watching the play of emotions on her face, she didn't think she should be here, but she didn't want to go. " What do you want to do?"

" I shouldn't be here, with you like this."

" Then leave." He stepped away from the door, and sat down on a nearby crate.

" I don't want to." She moved to stand in front of him, and took his hand, placing it on her cheek. " I need…"

" I know." Closing the small distance between them Jason lowered his head to catch her lips. Once again he was blow away be the sensation, Carly once explained that most kisses had a build up, light caresses that got deeper until both participants were lost, but their kisses never went that way. He was lost whenever he kissed her, and he was sure she felt the same.

" Jason."

 "Courtney."

" Jason." Emily looked over at her brother concerned, the car had stopped at her hotel three minutes ago while the bellman unloaded her bags, and he had yet to say a word."  Are you okay?"

" Yeah, Em…."

" Jase, why don't you go home, and get some sleep, you look wiped out, I'll call room service."

" But I said…"

 " Jason, I didn't tell you I was coming home, I'd already planned to eat alone, I'm fine." He leaned over and kissed his cheek, noting that while he didn't feel like he had a temperature, he definitely looked unwell. " Go home and rest."

" Bye Em."

Emily stepped out the car, and waved to her brother, before the car pulled off. She turned and looked up at the grand hotel in front of her, it wasn't the Quartermaine Mansion but that's probably what she liked most about it.  She walked towards the elevator allowing the weight of the day to slow her walk, when the sound of someone faintly calling her name stops her.

" YO, QUARTERMAINE."

Emily turned, a welcoming grin already on her face for the person calling to her, the only person she would ever let get away with yelling her name in a public place like that, her best friend, and favorite partner in crime. Lucky Spencer. " Spencer, didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

" She might of tried, but I don't really pay that much attention." Lucky stopped inches away from her, and actually had to catch his breath, his father once told him, that one day Emily just wouldn't look like Emily anymore, and he finally saw it. His Emily was skin and bones, tall and tomboyish, always ready to back him up and go on an adventure. This Emily looked like a woman too fine to be taken anywhere but a five star hotel. " Damn, I hate it when my Dad's right."  

Em scrunched her eyebrow, and titled her head, a small smile forming on her lips. " Luke was right about something, should I alert the media."

" Naw, it's probably just a fluke." Pushing the strange thoughts out of his head, he stepped forward with his arm open, catching her as she flew into them. She looked different, but underneath she was still his Emily, he stepped back and gave her an admonishing look. " You didn't tell me you where coming?"

" I wanted to surprise you." In truth she didn't want him to try to talk her out of it. Jason and Lucky, although sometimes competitors in the on going battle for Elizabeth, had somehow reached a common area in which they could act like friends, that area was protecting her. Even in the fiercest moments of their war, they still managed to agree just in time to double-team her. Emily was sure that if given the choice Lucky and Jason would have rather her stay in Arizona, where she was safe not just from the mob, but from heartbreak. " Did it work?"

He took a minute to study her again, before answering." Yup, I'm surprised." He looked past her and noticed a nervous bell hop hovering by the elevator, sneaking glance toward Emily. He briefly wondered if the kid was nervous because she was a Quartermaine, or because she was gorgeous, and decided it was probably a little of both. " You in for the night?"

Emily hesitated before answering; there was something different in his voice, if it was anyone else she would have said it was desire, but this was Lucky. Lucky Spencer had always looked at her and saw another little sister, an annoying habit that his brother Nikolas shared, and then passed on to almost every other male in Upstate New York. Remembering that, she turned off her lawyer ear, and shook her head. " Not if you have a better idea."

It was at this moment that anyone looking would have sworn he was Luke; he stepped back and gave her a grin that was all Spencer as he pointed toward the doors to the hotel. " Darlin', A Spencer always has a better idea." He stuck out his arm and nodded toward the bellmen, before leading his Emily back out into the dark night. So engrossed in their conversation, neither saw the non-descriptive man, watching form a dark sedan across the street.

He picked up his cell phone and hit speed dial, and waited for his boss to answer the phone." Yes, she has arrived in Port Charles, you orders."

" Just watch her, I'll be in touch."