Complicated Ch.12
I disclaim
**Special Note Everyone has pretty muched been aged. Jagger and Jason are 29, Nikolas is 26, Lucky, Liz, and Zander are 25, Leaving Emily at 24 Georgie and Maxie Jones have been aged, Maxie is 22 and Georgie is 21.
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The lightening woke him from his sleep; he shifted to sit up, and felt her move beside him. Dammit, he shook his head, angrily, he didn't understand how he keep falling for her lines, he was older, supposedly wiser, and had been trained by the very best con man he knew. So how the hell did he constantly end up in bed with Georgie Jones? Annoyed with himself, he got out of bed and began looking for his clothes.
"Lucky." The petite blond beside him muttered drowsily, rubbing her eyes. " Where are you going?"
Lucky stopped in the middle of pulling on his jeans, and stared at the woman, with awe. " Come on Georgie, we've done this before, several times in fact, and this is the part of the night where you wake up confused and torn." He zips up his pants, and glares at her." You don't want to hurt Maxie, you don't have time for a relationship, the Spencer's and the Joneses have a horrible relationship track record."
" Lucky, I…" She closed stared down at her comforter, not knowing what to say, everything he said was true, from her confusion right down to her excuses, but she couldn't help it. Her father's return two years ago, had set the family in an uproar, Mac and her mom were constantly trying to make their marriage work, and Maxie had rebel completely and was in and out of trouble, the only thing that remained constant was her unwavering devotion to Lucky. " I don't know what to say, you're right about all of it, and I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do."
He watched her bottom lip quiver, and felt like a complete heel. He knew that she didn't set out to hurt him or anyone for that matter; she was just trying to keep her family together. It was time like this when he really started to hate Frisco Jones, selfishly returning to 'make amends', but only making his youngest daughter take on the role as primary care giver. She looked tired, not just physically but emotionally, like everyday was taking more and more of her, the worst part was that no one knew it but him. If you ran into a member of the Scorpio-Jones family, they'd tell you how well she was doing in school, or what a great sister she was being to Maxie, helping the single mother care for her young son, but they never mention how eyes just didn't shine like they use to, or how phony her smile seemed. " Georgie, I know you're trying, but you can't save them all?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, and picked up her hand, rubbing a small circle in the center with his thumb.
" I can't just let them self-destruct." She gave a small smile, thinking of her little nephew Jack, who always came to her mind first when she thought of her dysfunctional family. " Jack's confused enough, without letting their problems mess up his mind anymore."
" Jack, is Maxie's responsibility not yours."
" Oh, and I suppose, that you'd let Lu just destroy her life, and not raise a hand to stop it." She ripped her hand away, and pushed him away from her, standing up reaching for her rope.
" That's different, I'm her older brother, and I have a responsibility to look out for her." Lucky grimaced, already aware that a wall was about to go up.
" So do I." She walked to her mirror, and began brushing her hair, trying to ignore the man, even as he stepped up behind her, and rested his hands around her waist.
" No you don't, it's the other way around Maxie should be looking after you, not vice versa." He met her eyes in the mirror, and held them there." Someone other then you has to step up and try to do this, because you're falling apart."
" I'm not."
" You are." " We didn't make love last night Georgie, you fell asleep in my arms, and I'm betting it's the first night you've slept in months."
" So what now I'm not fulfilling my role as your mistress, forgive me Lucky?" She pushed herself out of his arms, and began looking for his shirt.
" Stop it, you're not my mistress, you're my friend, and I hate to see you, killing yourself over something you can't control." " I care about you, you know that."
Georgie finds his shirt, lying haphazardly on her chair, and throws it at him, emotions she had buried coming to the surface of her face in waves. " Tell me Lucky, do you care about me as much as Emily."
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Highway 11" Why are we stopped?" Emily knew the question was stupid, she had heard the car rattle, and cough, and had a very good idea to why it stopped, but she was holding out for hope.
" Because I think my car just died." Jagger tried his key again, and cursed when the engine wouldn't even catch, before he leaned forward and looked out the windshield. The sky was pitch black, and the rain pounded down them, the storm alone, would add hours to help they managed to get. Gathering up his courage he pops the hood and rushes out the door, pausing to give his guest her orders." Stay here."
Emily looks up at he with amusement." Like I'd leave."
Jagger wipes the rain from his face, and looks down at his engine, he couldn't imagine what could be wrong considering that he had spent the last three days off tinkering with the car, he had checked and changed everything, except…" DAMN IT." Jagger hit his palm against his head; he changed everything except the battery, because dealer told him it was new. He slammed the hood down, and looked back at Emily, who gave a small wave. She was going to kill him, Mac was going to kill him, and then Scotty would suggest he be fired. He turned away, and tries to think, their only hope was if there was enough juice to radio for help.
" Jagger."
Turning back, he sees Emily sticking her head out of the window. " Yeah?"
" The radio just died."
" DAMN." Trudging back to the car, he sank into his seat, and met her hopeful eyes. " We're stuck."
" You're kidding." His eyes, told the story." You're not kidding."
" It's my battery, it's dead, which means that the radio in dead, and that I can't call for help."
Emily lets out a breath, and pulls up her purse. " Is that all?" She takes her cell phone out, and tries to dial Jason's number, but the ringing stopped abruptly, and a recorded message greeted her.
We're sorry, but due to inclement weather, we're unable to place your call. Thank you, for using Port Charles Cellular.
" Sonovabitch." Emily clicked off the phone, and turned to Jagger, distress highlighting her face. " The phone out of service, due to the weather."
" Okay, then we have two choices." " We can seat here, and wait for help, or we could make a run for it, there should be a cabin about ten minutes from here, I remember it from when I first lived here."
" The old McDonald Place." She raises and eyebrow, a6t his look of astonishment. " I lived here before too." She looks outside and shakes her head." No contest we stay in the car."
" Okay, but let me remind you, that this car would really just serve as a huge bull's-eyes lightening." As if to support his statement, the sky light up, as a bolt of lighting struck a nearby tree, cracking it in half.
Her eyes widen at the tree, now smoking just a few feet away, and turned back to Jagger, nodding." So you said ten minutes?"
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The tone of her voice made him flinch, but she had no right to be jealous. " We're not talking about Emily."
" No, I think we should." Georgie stepped closer." How do you think Emily, would look at this scene, you know you and me together… again."
" I don't know how she reacted, probably the same way Neil would." She steps back, and tears gather in her eyes." Don't play that game Georgie, as you've told me several times, we're not anything, but occasional bedmates." " You told me not care remember, that we weren't ever going to happen, so don't get pissed at me cause I moved on."
" Oh and you were so insistent that we try, weren't you Lucky, what were your exact words, 'whatever', and not five minutes later you're waltzing out the hotel, with a Quartermaine." Geogrie shut her mouth, and tried to reign in her tempter, she didn't dislike Emily, one of the only Quartermaine she could stand, but it angered her that the older woman had a chance with Lucky. Emily could see Lucky without worry about Maxie feelings, or Mac's resentment. " You must have mourned our relationship for an agonizing five minutes."
" What relationship." Lucky dragged on his shirt, and gave a mirthless laugh. " Us falling into bed, every couple of days for sex is not a relationship."
" Really because it sounds very similar to the relationship you had with Liz, except there aren't two guys waiting in line behind you."
" That's good, but bitter bitch doesn't become you Georgie." Lucky buttons up his shirt and looks up meeting her clouded blue eyes." I'm done, I'm not doing this anymore, you need to step back and really look at your life, the way you're living now will send you straight to the hospital." " I'll always be here for you Georgie, but I can't watch you hurt yourself anymore." He closed the space between them, and gave her kiss on her forehead, rubbing her back. " Call me, when you get things straight." That said he walked out the bedroom door, not bothering to look back.
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Jagger closed the door, behind them and leaned against the wood door. The ten-minute run was more like twenty, and rain had started to pour harder as he and Emily had tried to navigate their way through the woods. Luckily the cabin, was better then he remember, the large one room shack, had seen better days, but it was better then setting in car waiting to be struck by lightening. " Well that was a nice run."
Emily had sunk down on the bed, and glared at him, as she tried to drain the water out of her jacket." You were the one that suggested it." She smirked as she noticed, his heavy breathing." You sound kind of winded for a such a young guy."
"Well we can't all be marathon runners." Jagger took off his rain soaked shirt, forgetting that he didn't put on an undershirt; he shook out shirt, and hung on a nearby chair, before turning to survey his companion. " Hopefully if we can let the car seat for a few hours, the battery will charge enough to let us radio for help. "
Emily heard the sound, but didn't really understand the words, he was saying, she was too focused on the fact that he was shirt less and wet. Standing in front of window, with lightning eliminating the sky, he looked like something out of a romance novel, he dark hair curling on it's own, while water dripped slowly down his wash board abs. He wasn't a runner, but he definitely worked out, because the ripping muscles couldn't have any other explanation. She noticed a tattoo on his right forearm, and was wondering what the black Chinese symbol meant when she finally noticed that he wasn't talking anymore. " I'm sorry what did you say?"
Jagger bites back a laugh, she probably wasn't even aware that she was openly checking him out. He felt like an jerk standing there enjoying her gaze, but it was nice to know that the attraction mutual. "What part did you miss?"
" After you know…. you started speaking." She brought her head up to meet his eyes, and noticed the amusement in them. " Oh shut up."
" What did I do?"
" You're just standing there, smirking." Emily pushed herself off the bed, and began pacing, she felt like the walls were closing in on her, strangely enough the small thunderbird, seemed like a castle compared to the cabin. " When is help coming?"
Jagger looked at her with concern, she acting a little erratic, he'd never seen her pace, or muttering under her breath. " Em, you okay?"
" What?" She stopped mid stride, and glared at him. " I'm fine."
He threw up his hands in surrender, and sat down on the bed, she had increased her pacing and, and was frequently throwing glances in his direction. "Maybe you should sit down."
" Maybe you should stop strutting around like a Baywatch lifeguard."
" I should keep the wet, but see through clothes on like you did, so when we're found I'll have malaria."
She turned on her heel and headed for straight for him, stopping just inches away form him." You listen to me Cates, and you listen good." She poked him in the chest, and narrowed her eyes. " I want you to know that I place all blame for this clearly at your door." " If you had the intelligence to buy a reliable car instead of going for the decrepit muscle machine, we'd probably be at the precinct, me getting my client off, and you getting yelled at by Mac, but because of you arrogance we're stuck here in this one room shack, with nothing but a bed, and a three legged chair." " And if you think for one minute that I'm going to let you sleep in this bed with me, then you got another think coming." " And another thing…"
Jagger stopped the tirade the only way he knew how; he grabbed her waist and swung her onto the bed, as he towered above her balanced on his forearms. He leaned down until he was barley an inch form her mouth." What were you saying?"
" I tell you later." Ignoring her conscience completely, she brought his head down closing the distance.
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Lucky stepped out of the shower, and reached for his towel wrapping it around his waist, he walked toward his closet, pausing briefly at the phone." Don't call her Spencer, she'll be fine, she always is." Except that tonight there were tears, she had never cried before, Georgie Jones, like him had lived an unnatural childhood, and normal things like family insanity didn't faze them. He dragged on a pair of sweat pants, and sat down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. " Stop, Lucky it's done."
Knock Knock
The sounds bring him out of thoughts, not bothering for a shirt he walks across the his apartment, and drags the door open, more then a little surprised to find Georgie Jones standing in his doorstep. " Georgie."
" Hey, I…uh…took that step back, and was wondering if we could talk."
He didn't speak merely stepped aside, and allowed her in, shutting the door behind her.