Author's Notes: I'll be factoring in other characters as we go, so give me a little time. I hope you like my little adventure fic. Please let me know!!!! I have more if you want it.

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One of Those Days

Part II

~Airport~

"Shit." The exclamation was loud and was followed by a loud crash as the bike connected with a large trash bin. Elizabeth was jarred forward but managed to keep her seat. The engine died immediately and for a minute she could only sit there stunned.

"You were worried about nothing Jason, this was a piece of cake." She took another breath and finally climbed off the bike, after noticing that there was no need for the kickstand. The front wheel of the bike had been wedged between the trash bin and a wall, and that was holding it upright.

She checked the gun and made sure it was still secure. The weight of it was comforting against her skin and there was a strange feeling of power that she felt when she touched the gun. Next she checked the phone and it was still hooked on her waist. She crouched down beside the trash bin and looked for the car she had been following.

She found it almost immediately, it was next to a very large and very old looking gray plane. The plane's cargo hold was wide open and people were standing on its ramp talking. There were propeller engines visible on the wings. It looked like an old plane from a movie, she almost expected to see a tank roll out of the back. She noticed a set of four drums about ten feet closer to the plane and quickly looked around. When she saw no one was looking she sprinted for the drums and held her breath when she didn't stop on a dime and actually hit one of them, causing a hollow ring sound to echo.

Elizabeth waited another minute before she peered through the cracks of the barrels at the plane. The redhead was giving orders again. What a flaming bitch. Concentrate Webber, she ordered herself and pulled out the phone. She flipped the flap down and looked at the phone in confusion. What the hell kind of phone was this? There was the normal keypad but in addition to that there were twelve, count them twelve other buttons. "Where the hell is the on switch?"

She covered her mouth when she realized she had spoken aloud, her eyes searched the area, but no one seemed to hear her. She began to hit the buttons, and after the 6th one the phone gave a little beep and the keypad lit up. Hot damn. This was probably what Jason used when he spoke to Sonny, maybe that was who he called last. She hit redial but nothing happened.

"I already told you Morgan has to be alive upon delivery, or the bounty will not be paid."

The redhead's voice drifted over to Elizabeth and the words made her look up from the phone. Bounty?

"But I owe Morgan." A dark haired man was saying, fingering a livid scar on his face. "And I am going to collect."

"Look." The redhead interrupted. "I said he had to be alive upon delivery, I didn't say what kind of shape he had to be in."

Elizabeth blanched and turned back to the phone. This thing must have a memory system. She hit a few buttons but nothing happened. She was running out of time. She quickly punched in a number from memory, crossed her fingers and hit send. After what seemed like forever the phone began to ring. "Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up." She chanted quietly. "Nuts voicemail."

At the beep she began to speak. "Nikolas its Elizabeth. I know I'm not supposed to call but something bad has happened. You need to get to Sonny and tell him Jason has been kidnapped. Some redhead bitch and a couple of guys shot him with something, threw him in a trunk and took him to the airport. I heard them talking and they say he has to be alive upon the delivery, but other then that, anything could be done to him." Elizabeth looked back at the car. "You need to tell Sonny to get some help here and now. Shit…" She dropped the phone and rolled away from the drums when she saw a forklift bearing down on the drums.

Elizabeth quickly scampered over and hid behind some crates that were about 20 feet from the plane. She looked back at the forklift in time to see its wheel roll over the phone she had been using. So much for the Calvary she thought bitterly. She checked on the people by the car in time to see the big man pull Jason from the trunk and disappear up the ramp and onto of the plane.

She needed to get on the plane. If that's where Jason was, that was where she needed to be. But how? She watched the woman give a few more orders to the man with the scar, before she got back in the car and drove away. Great one person gone, she shook her head, but there were still about 10 other people around the plane. How could she get on with no one seeing her?

She watched as the forklift rolled up the ramp and offloaded the barrels on the plane then backed, back down. She tapped the crate thoughtfully.

"Wait up Gary."

A man's voice sounded from right in front of the crate and Elizabeth hunched closer to the boards trying to make herself invisible.

"Come on Ray. We got to get this plane out of here, before the regular crew gets back." Another voice called back to the first.

"I know." Ray grumbled and pulled off his over loaded tool belt and rested it on the crate for a minute. "I just have to rearrange this sucker." He called moving his tools around. "Jesus." He cried and some of his tools went flying, when Gary touched his back.

Elizabeth bit hard on her hand to keep from screaming when a hammer fell from the side and hit her in the head. She quickly caught the hammer before it could slide off her and onto the pavement. She held her breath hoping he wouldn't decide to look for it.

"You don't want to make these people mad Ray. So move your ass." Gary ordered.

Elizabeth stayed in place for another minute after their footsteps had faded away. She gripped the hammer in her hand and looked thoughtfully at the crate, before checking where the forklift was. It was loading crates from two pallets over from her. She had a few minutes. She put the hammer up to the side of the edge, claw end first and went to work.

~Airplane~

"I have got to be insane." That mantra was one she had been repeating over and over, ever since she'd crawled inside the crate almost an hour ago. She had managed to hold it together when the forklift put her on the plane. She was a little unnerved when the crate was shoved around on the floor of the plane. And she did her best not to scream through takeoff, which was always a nerve-racking time for her. But now she was close to losing it, and it was because of the sound. The incredibly loud sound of the engine, was slowly driving her nuts.

Her one thought through all of this was to stay with Jason, and to do that she'd had to get on the plane. Thankfully she had managed to do that. But now she didn't have a flaming idea of what to do next. "Getting out of the box might be a good start." She muttered finally and tapped on the lid of the crate with her hammer. It had occurred to her after she had gotten in the crate, that another crate might be placed on top of hers sealing her in, but that knowledge had come too late for her to do anything about it. Thankfully for her it hadn't happened.

Elizabeth eased the lid of the crate back slowly, keeping a firm grip on the hammer. She sat up and looked around the back of the crowded plane. Thankfully she didn't see anyone else back here, just a lot of drums and crates. She climbed out of the crate and walked towards the front of the plane. The roar of the engines was so loud it was almost deafening so she didn't worry if anyone could hear her. She spotted Jason finally, he was strapped in a seat against the front of the plane.

"Jason." She hurried over to him. He was held upright by the seatbelt, his head was on his chest, his eyes closed. "Please be okay." She set the hammer on the ground and quickly checked for his pulse. "Thank god." She cried in relief when she found it, and felt the steady beat of his heart. "Jason?" She tilted his head up so she could see his face, but his face was slack.

She took another second just to breathe and then began to check him for injury. Her main focus was his chest, looking for the red spot she had seen when he had fallen unconscious. She didn't see any blood on his blue shirt, but she was still worried. She undid his lap belt and pulled on his shirt. "Excuse me. I just need to see if you were shot." She spoke automatically. Her hands slipped under his shirt and she pushed it up his chest. "Sorry that my hands are cold. But have you noticed how freezing it is back here?" Inane though the one-sided conversation was, it was soothing to her.

Elizabeth moved her head closer to his chest, but other then a speck of blood, high on his left pec there wasn't a mark on him. "Good." Relief at him being okay, soon gave way to knowledge that she had her hands all over his chest, and her mouth was practically hovering over his skin. "I should probably put your shirt down now."

Reluctantly she lowered the shirt, and ran her hands down it to smooth it out, she hesitated at the waistband of his jeans. "You know what? I think I'll let you tuck it in when you wake up." She looked back up into his face. "Speaking of which I really wish you would wake up now. Please Jason I could use your help here."

She put her cold hands on his cheeks and got to her knees in front of him. "Please, we're in trouble here." But there was no response from Jason, not even a sigh. She shivered again from the cold and looked longingly at his leather jacket. "I don't suppose you want to share?" She dropped her hands from his face, and ran them over his chest one more time. "I didn't think so." She took his hands in hers. "Jason I need you here, I'm running out of ideas. You've always been here when I needed you, and even though I haven't returned the favor lately, I still need you to do that again. Please."

Elizabeth jolted when the door on her left opened. She barely had time to move behind a nearby crate before the man with the scar walked out of the cockpit carrying a gun. No it was more then a gun, she thought to herself. She had a gun, she could feel the gun's weight still snug at her back. The thing in his hand looked more like one of those ouzi's they always used in the movies. It looked big, it looked scary, and it looked like they were in more trouble then she'd thought.

"Well Morgan, after all of these years, we're finally in the same room again." The man with scar moved closer to Jason who had slumped forward in his seat. "Do you know how many times I have dreamed about this?" he paused. "Try every night."

Now Elizabeth had dreamed about Jason every night too, but she had a feeling they were different dreams, at least she hoped they were.

Scarman shoved Jason's head back so it hit the wall. "I'm not allowed to kill you, but there are so many things I can do to you, that will make you beg me to kill you."

Elizabeth swallowed hard at his threat and pulled the gun from her pants. Again she couldn't help but notice how heavy it was in her hand. She pushed the safety off and shifted her hold on it, until it was in firing position. Could she do this? Could she actually shoot another person? She'd once held a gun on someone, on Tom Baker the man who had raped her. She had once dreamed of killing him, but in the end she couldn't. In the end she couldn't take even his miserable excuse for a life.

Now she was holding a gun again, but this time she was holding it not in vengeance or any sort of revenge, but in order to protect someone else. Would that? No could that make a difference?

"I think," Scarman locked a round into place in the gun. "That I will start with your knees."

Her hand shook as she pointed the gun at him, the same time he raised his gun and pointed it at Jason. "Don't." Surprisingly the order came out firm.

Scarman turned from Jason and saw her standing behind the crate. The surprise turned to wariness as he saw the gun in her hand. "Where the hell did you come from?"

"That doesn't matter." Elizabeth kept her voice firm. "Drop the gun and back away from Jason."

He saw how the gun was shaking in her hand, and he could sense the fear coming off of her. "Or what?"

She blinked. "Or I-I will shoot you."

He smiled then. "No you won't, you don't have it in you." He turned back towards Jason.

"Stop I don't want to do this, but I will."

He could hear the tremor in her voice and dismissed her threat. "I don't think so. Once I take care of him, I'll have some fun with you." He raised the gun and pointed it at Jason again.

She didn't even think about it, when the time came she simply reacted. She pulled the trigger a split second before he did. Amazingly enough she hit him in the shoulder, and it caused his arm to jerk. So instead of hitting Jason, the bullets hit the wall behind him.

Elizabeth was frozen in place, as she watched the man scream in pain and lower the gun. She began to move around the crate when the plane suddenly bucked sending her from her feet and crashing back into a drum, the gun in her hand went flying.

Scarman went flying as well, and his gun fell from his limp fingers. The plane nose-dived suddenly and she felt herself flying forward, until she connected with a crate. When the plane leveled off again, she opened her eyes and spotted his gun lying on the floor, about ten feet away from her. She knew she needed to get the gun before he did.

Elizabeth dove for the gun, crawling the final few feet, her hand closed over the butt of it, the same time he grabbed her ankle and pulled her away from the gun. She screamed and tried to kick free of the hold but couldn't.

Scarman pulled her down then flipped her over so she was pinned underneath him, she kept struggling but she couldn't fight his strength. "You fucking bitch." His bloody hand gripped her chin hard and he rapped her head against the floor of the plane. "I'm going to kill you."

Stunned as she was Elizabeth remembered what she was supposed to do, she went limp in his hold, like she had passed out, and his grip on her loosened enough that she was able to bring a knee up and ram it into his unprotected groin.

"Ooof…" The air came out of him and he hunched over. Elizabeth quickly pushed him off of her and scrambled to her knees. She was crawling to the gun again when the plane banked sharply.

Jason slipped from his seat at the violent movement of the plane and he fell on the controls for the cargo ramp, engaging the doors, causing it to open.

Elizabeth turned back when she heard a siren begin to wail in the room, the noise of the engines seemed to get louder, and a wind began to whip through the cargo bay. "Oh god." She muttered when she saw daylight begin to reveal itself as the bay door began to open.

The wind was already wrecking havoc in the cargo hold. Loose papers, and other lightweight material were already being sucked out of the ever-widening hole. Then a barrel went through as well, and the crates began to shift. Elizabeth felt the pull of the wind herself and she desperately looked for something to hold onto, but she couldn't find anything. "Jason." She couldn't help but scream his name as she began to slide backwards on the floor to the opening.

She rolled to the right in order to miss a crate that went by, her hands looking for anything to slow her. She had almost reached the opening, when she managed to grab hold of a cargo net and stop her slide out the door. She hung there, keeping her eyes closed for a minute in relief. She opened her eyes then immediately rolled to the right as another barrel went flying by her.

Her eyes searched for Jason but he was safe, his body was wrapped around some sort of stick that seemed to be bolted to the floor, so he wasn't sliding anywhere. She had to close the door, before she was sucked out of it. She began to work her way up the net. The wind didn't seem to be as strong along the side of the plane. If she could get away from the hole, and stick to the side she should be fine.

She rolled again when a large crate went by, then tried to move again, only to let out a shriek when a hand closed around her ankle again. She turned back to look and saw Scarman. He was half in, half out of the plane, his bloody left hand was wrapped around her ankle.

"Help me." He screamed.

"Grab the net." She yelled back automatically. Her first instinct was to help him even though he had hurt her, and was trying to hurt Jason.

Instead of doing that he began to crawl up her body, by grabbing onto her right leg. Elizabeth screamed in pain as the weight of his body seemed to pull her leg from her hip socket. "Stop it use the net." She looked up when she heard something begin to tear. The cargo netting was giving way because of his additional weight. "Stop it's tearing." She screamed.

"First I'm going to throw you out of the plane and then I'm going after Morgan." He screamed at her and levered his way farther up her body.

The netting tore some more and Elizabeth screamed in fear. That fear and the pain caused her body to react like she had before. She kicked out with her free leg, and caught him on the chin, he fell to his side and his grip on her knee loosened for a second before tightening again. She kicked again catching him across the nose.

"No." She screamed loudly, she'd had time to turn around and look, time to regret, before he let go of her leg and spiraled out of the plane. "Oh god." Elizabeth gasped. "What did I do?"

She buried her face in the netting and let the tears come. She couldn't move, she had killed someone, yet she hadn't meant too. The plane gave another lurch and it drew her from her grief. She had to think about Jason now. With that realization she began to crawl again. After what felt like hours, and left her arms burning she finally made it free of the open ramp and by the side of the airplane. The suction wasn't as strong as it had been, it must be because they had lost altitude, but the fear of being sucked out of the plane wasn't there anymore.

She looked at the closed cockpit door, and the bullet holes in it. The question was why had they lost altitude? Before she could lose her nerve she hurried to the door and pushed it open. Just as quickly she closed it. "Oh god." She covered her mouth and fought the need to be sick. "Jason." She hurried over to him and pulled him over so his head was on her knees. "You've got to wake up now. The pilot's dead, there's blood and broken glass everywhere. There's no one flying the plane, we keep losing altitude, and there are mountains coming up." She tapped on his face. "Please help me Jason." She begged him.

Jason remained limp. "God what do I do?" She ran a hand over her hair. "I can't fly, the pilot's dead. Jason can't fly. What do you do when an airplane is in trouble?" She babbled aloud trying to calm herself. "Parachutes." She carefully set his head on the ground and went to look for them.

"Found them." Elizabeth called after a minute. She stepped closer to him only to stop with a frown. "I found 2 parachutes, and there are two of us, but only one of us is conscious. How the hell is that supposed to work?" She dropped the parachute and began to pace. "I can put them on both of us and shove him out of the plane before I jump. But who would pull the cord?"

"Or I can wear one and just hold onto him." She rolled her eyes. "Get real, you've seen people parachute in the movies there is a yank after you pull the cord, there's no way you could hold onto him. And besides you're not strong enough to hold onto him for the whole trip down."

Elizabeth crossed back to the parachute. "I figured it out Jason." Her voice was overly chipper as she put her hands under his shoulders and began to drag him to the opening. "You're going to wear the chute, and I'm going to hang onto you. What do you think?" She huffed out a breath and tugged him another few feet. "Well if you don't like that idea I suggest you wake up and give me a better one." She tugged hard again and slipped down on her butt. "Jeez Jason for the first time ever I wish you were Lucky, you would be so much easier to move." She jerked again and put him into position by the opening.

Elizabeth hurried back with the chute, she didn't know how much time they had left. She remembered from watching the discovery channel that you could only use a parachute after a certain altitude, because if you were too low, it wouldn't be able to slow your descent before you hit the ground. "Let's not think about hitting the ground." She admonished herself and began to work first one leg through the loop at the bottom then his other. She worked the chute up his body, over his thighs, before moving to his shoulders again and tugging from that end to get it snug over his ass. She propped Jason up while she worked his arms through the loops. "Damn but you smell good."

"Focus Elizabeth." She eased him back down, and moved so she was straddling his hips while she hooked all of the individual locks into place. "There's the rip cord." She announced unnecessarily, before turning to look out the opening and the blue sky that was visible. "Please wake up Jason." She turned away from the blue yonder and focused on him again.

She ran a hand over his face, but he remained asleep. "Alright I can do this. I'll just wrap myself around you, and we'll fall out of the plane. Then I'll pull the cord and hold on tight. It will be so easy." A tear slipped from her eye, and she quickly wiped it from her face. "You're not allowed to die Jason." She pulled on his jacket tugging him up so he was sitting. "Do you hear me?"

She looked toward her right again at the open sky. "If I don't live there's something I want you to know." She turned back to him, and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "I love you Jason Morgan." Then she pressed her lips against his non-responsive ones for minute. "I just thought you should know that." She whispered against his lips when she pulled away.

Before she had a chance to give into her fear of dying, Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and jerked hard to the right. She fell down on the ramp and brought Jason with her, gravity took over from there, and they rolled off the ramp and into the wind.