Author's Note: Thank You DaiseyStar for being the first to give me
encouraging words, I was afraid there were too many Journey fans on this
site and I would get a lot of angry feedback! ( But now I'm brave enough
to continue with my story. And I apologize for my Italian, I'm using an
online translator.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pool Hall in Italy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Liz led Jason into the dark pool hall, he in his classic jeans and a black t-shirt while she had donned some faded flares to match her light blue tank top.
"Ciao Antonio, due birre." *Hello Antonio, two beers. * Elizabeth called as she grabbed two pool cues from the wall.
"You almost sound like a native." Jason smirked.
"Don't you start, not everyone has your flare for languages, but I live here and I think I speak pretty good Italian." She pouted back as she handed him the cue.
"Your Italian is fine." He said capturing her eyes and not letting go, causing Liz moved away nervously, there were those damned butterflies again.
"Are you breaking or am I?" she asked while racking the balls.
"It's always more amusing when you do." He said dodging her glare by taking a swig of his beer.
Liz sent the balls flying, landing a stripe in the corner pocket, causing Jason to choke a little on his beer. She saw his raised eyebrows through the corner of her eyes, and she only smiled as she set up her next shot. She sank three more before her mark was slightly off.
"Nice of you to let me join the game." Jason said taking stock of the table.
"You're the one that wanted me to break."
"I was under the impression that you suck. You didn't tell me you've been practicing." He responded as he sent the white ball sailing and landing his own solid in a pocket.
"You didn't ask. I'm gonna grab another beer, you want one?" she asked.
"That's O.K. I'm still working on my first." He said, making another shot.
"Suit yourself." Liz headed over to the bar. "Tesoro di Antonio, potrei avere altra birra?" * Antonio darling, could I have another beer? *
"Naturalmente il mio amore. Chi noi il muscolo?" * Of course my love. Who's the muscle? * Antonio said opening another beer for the petite brunette.
"Un amico anziano." * An old friend. *
"Gioco piacevole." * Play nice. * he warned.
"Sempre." * Always. * she grinned and returned to Jason who was sinking another shot.
"When I left you, there were significantly more balls on the table." She said sternly.
"Well I had to occupy my time somehow. I got the impression you'd be awhile." He responded as he made another shot. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at the hint of jealousy in Jason's voice.
"What, Antonio? I tried already, I'm not his type."
"Then he's an idiot." Jason said focusing his attention on the task at hand.
"Or he's gay." She said, smiling as he cursed when he didn't hit his mark. "Thank you, I'll be taking it from here." She said as she bumped Jason aside with her hip and began systematically clearing the table. "So, you still haven't told me what's happening in Port Charles. How's Sonny? Francis?"
"Francis is O.K. for now, he's been going around with Johnny's sister. You can imagine how well that's going over."
"Of course. What is it with guys and blondes anyhow? It's like they can't think properly when they're around them." Jason cringed at that.
"That was slightly passive aggressive."
Elizabeth looked up horrified at what she'd implied, "Jason, I didn't, I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that like it sounded."
"It's O.K. don't worry about it." He said not meeting her eyes. "You gonna play?"
"Right, yes, O.K." she turned here attention back to the game; she only had one more shot before the eight ball, she made it of course, and then the eight ball, with no problem.
"I think I'm going to have to stop letting you win." Jason said.
"Don't even start Morgan, I beat you fair and square." She laughed punching him in the arm.
"You never did before, what makes you think you did now?" he countered, grabbing her fist as she swung at him again.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a brat? C'mon, let's get out of here." She said twisting her hand so it was holding his and pulled him towards the door. "Arrivederci Antonio."
"Arrivederci bello."
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Liz pulled Jason along and into a quiet restaurant. It wasn't anything fancy; it reminded him a lot of Kelly's actually. He took in the comfortable atmosphere and smells of the kitchen. This was definitely the Italian Kelly's leave Liz to find it. She pulled him into a booth and flipped over the cup in front of him as a waitress came over.
"Prenderà il suo nero del caffè. Mangeremo due hamburger con formaggio e lattuga, nessun pomodori e una piastra delle fritture." * He will take his coffee black. We will have two hamburgers with cheese and lettuce, no tomatoes, and a plate of fries. * "E mangerò un cappuccino." * and I will have a cappuccino. * Elizabeth ordered, not noticing that that her left hand still held Jason's right.
"Not big on Italian food?" He asked sipping at his coffee.
"I can eat it anytime, with you here I'm craving some food from home." She said breathing becoming harder as his thumb lightly traced the back of her hand.
"You don't visit, you don't call. Did you keep in contact with anyone while you've been away?"
"Grams knows I'm here. We talk on the phone sometimes and I send her letters. I just had to get away after the whole Rick thing. There was nothing left for me in Port Charles."
"So you came to Italy." He said looking at her alabaster skin.
"So I came to Italy."
Blue met blue and their eyes were locked. Since she'd been away she thought he couldn't possibly be as beautiful as she remembered him. But there he was and as it turned out her memory didn't do him justice. Their food came and Liz was relieved and both disappointed as she turned her eyes away, but he didn't let go of her hand.
They ate in silence. Elizabeth was as always, completely absorbed in her food and Jason marveled at how little she had changed. But at the same time he knew she wasn't the same Elizabeth. She was stronger, more confident. She wasn't the Elizabeth that had left so long ago, but the Elizabeth he had known back in the days he spent in her studio, without the complication of Lucky.
"You should come back some time. Sonny would love to see you, and you have to know how much Emily misses you." * I've missed you. * He said breaking the quiet.
"I know. I don't know why I haven't yet. I guess I just wasn't ready."
"And now?" he asked looking at her as she picked at the fries.
Her eyes glanced up at him. "Now anything's possible."
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pool Hall in Italy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Liz led Jason into the dark pool hall, he in his classic jeans and a black t-shirt while she had donned some faded flares to match her light blue tank top.
"Ciao Antonio, due birre." *Hello Antonio, two beers. * Elizabeth called as she grabbed two pool cues from the wall.
"You almost sound like a native." Jason smirked.
"Don't you start, not everyone has your flare for languages, but I live here and I think I speak pretty good Italian." She pouted back as she handed him the cue.
"Your Italian is fine." He said capturing her eyes and not letting go, causing Liz moved away nervously, there were those damned butterflies again.
"Are you breaking or am I?" she asked while racking the balls.
"It's always more amusing when you do." He said dodging her glare by taking a swig of his beer.
Liz sent the balls flying, landing a stripe in the corner pocket, causing Jason to choke a little on his beer. She saw his raised eyebrows through the corner of her eyes, and she only smiled as she set up her next shot. She sank three more before her mark was slightly off.
"Nice of you to let me join the game." Jason said taking stock of the table.
"You're the one that wanted me to break."
"I was under the impression that you suck. You didn't tell me you've been practicing." He responded as he sent the white ball sailing and landing his own solid in a pocket.
"You didn't ask. I'm gonna grab another beer, you want one?" she asked.
"That's O.K. I'm still working on my first." He said, making another shot.
"Suit yourself." Liz headed over to the bar. "Tesoro di Antonio, potrei avere altra birra?" * Antonio darling, could I have another beer? *
"Naturalmente il mio amore. Chi noi il muscolo?" * Of course my love. Who's the muscle? * Antonio said opening another beer for the petite brunette.
"Un amico anziano." * An old friend. *
"Gioco piacevole." * Play nice. * he warned.
"Sempre." * Always. * she grinned and returned to Jason who was sinking another shot.
"When I left you, there were significantly more balls on the table." She said sternly.
"Well I had to occupy my time somehow. I got the impression you'd be awhile." He responded as he made another shot. Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at the hint of jealousy in Jason's voice.
"What, Antonio? I tried already, I'm not his type."
"Then he's an idiot." Jason said focusing his attention on the task at hand.
"Or he's gay." She said, smiling as he cursed when he didn't hit his mark. "Thank you, I'll be taking it from here." She said as she bumped Jason aside with her hip and began systematically clearing the table. "So, you still haven't told me what's happening in Port Charles. How's Sonny? Francis?"
"Francis is O.K. for now, he's been going around with Johnny's sister. You can imagine how well that's going over."
"Of course. What is it with guys and blondes anyhow? It's like they can't think properly when they're around them." Jason cringed at that.
"That was slightly passive aggressive."
Elizabeth looked up horrified at what she'd implied, "Jason, I didn't, I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that like it sounded."
"It's O.K. don't worry about it." He said not meeting her eyes. "You gonna play?"
"Right, yes, O.K." she turned here attention back to the game; she only had one more shot before the eight ball, she made it of course, and then the eight ball, with no problem.
"I think I'm going to have to stop letting you win." Jason said.
"Don't even start Morgan, I beat you fair and square." She laughed punching him in the arm.
"You never did before, what makes you think you did now?" he countered, grabbing her fist as she swung at him again.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a brat? C'mon, let's get out of here." She said twisting her hand so it was holding his and pulled him towards the door. "Arrivederci Antonio."
"Arrivederci bello."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Liz pulled Jason along and into a quiet restaurant. It wasn't anything fancy; it reminded him a lot of Kelly's actually. He took in the comfortable atmosphere and smells of the kitchen. This was definitely the Italian Kelly's leave Liz to find it. She pulled him into a booth and flipped over the cup in front of him as a waitress came over.
"Prenderà il suo nero del caffè. Mangeremo due hamburger con formaggio e lattuga, nessun pomodori e una piastra delle fritture." * He will take his coffee black. We will have two hamburgers with cheese and lettuce, no tomatoes, and a plate of fries. * "E mangerò un cappuccino." * and I will have a cappuccino. * Elizabeth ordered, not noticing that that her left hand still held Jason's right.
"Not big on Italian food?" He asked sipping at his coffee.
"I can eat it anytime, with you here I'm craving some food from home." She said breathing becoming harder as his thumb lightly traced the back of her hand.
"You don't visit, you don't call. Did you keep in contact with anyone while you've been away?"
"Grams knows I'm here. We talk on the phone sometimes and I send her letters. I just had to get away after the whole Rick thing. There was nothing left for me in Port Charles."
"So you came to Italy." He said looking at her alabaster skin.
"So I came to Italy."
Blue met blue and their eyes were locked. Since she'd been away she thought he couldn't possibly be as beautiful as she remembered him. But there he was and as it turned out her memory didn't do him justice. Their food came and Liz was relieved and both disappointed as she turned her eyes away, but he didn't let go of her hand.
They ate in silence. Elizabeth was as always, completely absorbed in her food and Jason marveled at how little she had changed. But at the same time he knew she wasn't the same Elizabeth. She was stronger, more confident. She wasn't the Elizabeth that had left so long ago, but the Elizabeth he had known back in the days he spent in her studio, without the complication of Lucky.
"You should come back some time. Sonny would love to see you, and you have to know how much Emily misses you." * I've missed you. * He said breaking the quiet.
"I know. I don't know why I haven't yet. I guess I just wasn't ready."
"And now?" he asked looking at her as she picked at the fries.
Her eyes glanced up at him. "Now anything's possible."
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