Restart: The Fights
Hello everyone! This is a brand new fic (but I'm sure you knew that). I feel that I should clear a few things up. This is AU. Forget the liason history you know. I have these GH tapes of when Jason first woke up from the accident (yay). And so I decided to see what I could do with it. I know that there are NO transcripts out there that has the accident, so if theres anyone like me out there, you're all curious. Basically, the car accident will happen. But instead of Robin being there when he wakes up, Elizabeth Webber, is there. It goes on from there. She has just come to town. Also, you should know that Sonny is just coming to town too. He has a connection to Jason that you will soon find out. Lets see, what else. Oh, both Elizabeth and Jason are 17 for my purposes. Sonny is 25. I know this is going to be a bit confusing for people who didn't see all of this or don't know the history. If anyone has any questions then e-mail me (britador@aol.com) and I'll help you out. And also, I will be using some of the actual dialouge from the tapes. I disclaim all of that. The words are GH's, the feelings are mine. I'll let you know whats what in each chapter, like as you see below, it says, "Quartermaine Mansion - Acutal Dialouge". I believe thats it. Lack of reviews is going to mean no story. Cause not only do I have enough going on, I have to transcribe a lot for this. Have fun reading everyone, and don't forget to review when you're done!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Quartermaine Mansion - Actual Dialouge
AJ watched as Justus Ward left the room. Choices, he said that AJ had choices. God, what a lie. He had no choice in this family. He was stuck. He took a deep breath as he tried to clear his alcohol filled mind. AJ turned around at his brother's voice.
"You do have some choices." Jason informed him quietly. He watched AJ intensly. He was drunk, big time. But what was new?
"Is this where you set up the conditions? So you don't tell Mom and Daddy?" AJ leaned into him. His breath stank of booze.
Jason shook his head sadly. But firmly, he wasn't backing down. If he did, AJ could die. "In your dreams."
"Come on, man, why make it any tougher?" AJ asked him. His brother was everything to him. He stood by him during all of his crap. Even if he did tell their parents, Jason would stand by him during the fallout.
"Why are you asking me that AJ? Thats a question you should be asking yourself." Jason shot back at him.
"Why should I, Jason? You always seem to have all of the answers." AJ swayed on his feet a bit, but quickly recovered.
Jason seemed to be getting mad at him. "You're back to the point when your answer is to have another drink, and another, and another."
The truth hurt? Right? But it hurt even more when it was Jason throwing it at him. His brother wasn't trying to hurt him. Which only made it hurt worse in some way. "For crying out loud! Will you just get off your throne? Everything with you is, is a moral issue!" AJ walked away from his brother by a few steps. "It isn't a problem Jason, it was never a problem..." he trailed off softly.
Jason sighed behind him. AJ turned around to see him nodding his head empathetically. "I see, you never had a problem. All the arrests for drunk driving. The hush-ups, the pay-offs, stays in the drunk tank. Thats poor AJ being the family scape goat again. If you think I'm going to stand here and listen to your manipulation can reckless..."
AJ cut him off. He didn't want to hear it. How many times did someone need to go over this with him? He slammed his hands agains the wet bar. He didn't care that he had jarred all of the glasses. "No! You're not! You're just going to stand there in your fine upstanding! Its what you do!"
Jason turned away from AJ for a second. But he quickly turned around, ready to do this battle that AJ wanted to do. "Well, its better than whining and sniveling, isn't it? Or exploiting someone who cares about you!"
AJ walked closer to Jason. "You tell me when I ever get close enough to exploit."
Jason looked down at his feet, he didn't want to fight with AJ. He heard his brother move to behind him. "Well, you got close enough to Keesha. You just used her to get you sicker, didn't you?" he said slightly bitterly.
AJ ran his hand over his face as he whipped around to face Jason again, "This is all about Keesha, isn't it? Hm?"
"No." Jason looked down, pulling his impulse to yell back, "No, I'm not biting again.". He took a small step back to study AJ better. "I'll be in big trouble." Jason threw his arms up. "No, you know, I'm out of this. I'm, I'm done. Thats it. So go right ahead. In your, your grand self pity." Jason watched his brother wave goodbye to him. "Your pathetic waste. Merge yourself with the bottle."
AJ took his coat off. He was trying not to care. He just needed one more drink to cure it all. To stop caring that he had finally pushed his baby brother away. Good for Jason though, now he wouldn't pull Jason down with him. Jason wasn't done though. "But don't come to me for help."
"Great. We all know AJ's a hopeless drunk. Well, I'll tell you what man. I'll drink to that." AJ raised the vodka bottle off of the wet bar in a toast to Jason's words.
Jason watched on. He made no move to grab the bottle from AJ. "Oooh, wow, wow, that was effective." He nodded his head approvingly. "That was effective. The song of a alcoholic. The hell with you if it kills me."
Edward walked in on the scene. Jason was just standing there, watching his brother get even more drunk. Something must have happened. But whatever it was, AJ had no right to drink in the house. Or anywhere else for that matter. But with his Grandmother and young brother and sister in the house. Well, that was just unacceptable. "Whats going on in here!?" he questioned.
Jason didn't bat an eye. "Join me, Grandfather, we can watch AJ self destruct together."
AJ tried to mask his feelings. But Edward made no move to do the same. He looked dissapointed again. This fight was nothing new.
Behind them Emily walked into the room. The twelve year old studied their faces. AJ had to be in trouble again. She kept quiet though, they hadn't noticed her.
"I'm drunk Grandfather. Why don't you pour yourself up a sherry?" AJ begain to raise his bottle of vodka up again. Edward grabbed it from him though. AJ and Jason watched him shatter it into the fire place.
Emily looked startled at what her Grandfather had just done. But still, she said nothing.
"Whoa! Bullseye! You want to try for two? Maybe we should get you a little hatchet, so you can chop up the bar. We all know how good you'd be at it!" AJ yelled out.
Emily was shocked now. AJ was drunk again. She brought her hand to her mouth in silent shock.
Edward was yelling too now though. "You're damn lucky it wasn't your head! And next time it will be!" he threatened. He had every intention to keep his promise too. AJ was treading on thin ice. Edward noticed that Jason had remained quiet through all of this. AJ's drunken antics were nothing new to him. At seventeen he had seen more of it then anyone else in the house.
"Like you care." AJ said, more quietly now.
"You're a jackass!" Emily ran from the room once the words were out of Edward's mouth. This was getting out of hand, she needed to get help before they killed eachother. "And I will not accept the blame for the wrecking of you've made of your life. And I will not stand here and watch you drown yourself in alcohol. And self pity!" Edward declared.
"Well somehow, I think I'll be able to get by without your customary show of support." AJ assured the older man. Neither of them paying attention to Jason, who was looking on the whole thing sadly.
"I will not cover for you with the law." Edward warned AJ. Behind them Jason covered his eyes wearily.
AJ reeled back and then sprung forward, right into his Grandfather's face. He yelled directly at him. "Well, now I can finally start having some fun!"
Jason ended his silence angrily. "For God's sake AJ. When are you going to wake up?"
AJ walked around Edward to get to Jason. "Excuse me? Weren't you the guy who just said, 'I don't care.'?"
"Thats not what I said. I said that I wasn't going to help you destory you life. Can't you see thats what you're doing?" Jason questioned him sadly.
"So what?" AJ asked him quietly.
"So quit the self pity and get yourself in a rehab program! Nobody else can do it for you!"
AJ got angry again. His emotions were flipping around like there was no tomorrow. "Did I ask, ask for your advice or opinions? I didn't think so." AJ shook his head.
All three of them looked towards the door to see the rest of the family charge in. Monica came into the room first. "AJ!" she called to her oldest son. Alan and Emily were right behind her.
"Great, now you got reinforcements! Well, I hope you all brought your own ammo. Because I think the golden boy and grand-daddy here are just about out." AJ cheered. Inside he just wanted to get out of the house. Go finish off his drunken night and forget it all.
"What is going on in here? You've got this child frightened half to death!" Alan exclaimed at the trio as he gestured to a wide eyed Emily.
Edward spoke up now. "If I frightened her I was merely responding to the fact that your son is a stinking drunk." Edward threw his hands up in the air. He was sick of dealing with AJ like this.
Monica could see that her son was upset. She walked towards AJ and tried to comfort him, she placed a arm on his shoulder. But Alan ripped her hand away. "Don't, don't, don't. Don't try to kiss it and make it better."
"Oh, no, god forbid anyone try." AJ shot back. This was the part where his father, like his brother, told him that he had finally done it. Finally pushed them so far that they couldn't get back.
"Are you happy now AJ? You have us all now exaclty where you want us. Father's throwing things." Alan gestured to his youngest son next. "Your brother's turned inside out. Your Mother's heart is breaking." He then gestured to his daughter. "This child's frightened to death. And it all revolves around you."
"You forgot yourself Dad. Where are you in all this?" AJ asked curiously.
"Me? I'm scared to death. I'm scared not because of them flying glass or the screaming. I'n scared for your life. I'm scared that I'm going to find you in the gutter, or dead in a totaled car, or in a mental ward with a wet brain." Emily looked shocked at what Alan was saying. And she wasn't the only one. AJ stood watching his father talk in silence. "I'm scared of watching helplessly as you select one of these options. I'm scared that you're going to drag this entire family down with you." Alan finished. He always prayed that one day, AJ would hear him. Really hear him. But it seemed, from the look in his eyes, that he hadn't.
"Well, thats fine, nobody has to watch. Outta sight, out of mind. I'll just go hole up in my room." AJ offered. He started to walk away. But his father grabbed him and threw him back to the spot he started at.
Alan screamed at him now. "No you won't! No you won't. You are going to stay and you are going to make a choice. You check into rehab tonight or you leave this house and find yourself another place to live while you kill yourself."
Moncia turned to her husband, anger stamped across her features. But no where near as angry as her husband, "Alan!"
"And you will also find youself some other way to support yourself. I may not be able to cut off your trust fund, but I can cut off your allowance AJ." Alan finished. Not caring at all that Moncia and Emily were looking at him like he had grown another head.
"Don't you make me a part of this Alan!" Monica warned.
"Monica! What are you going to do, finance his ruin!?" Alan questioned her. This needed to be done. No matter how much it hurt, they needed to do this. For AJ. And for the family.
"I know you think you're doing this for his own good, but you're not!" Monica tried to reason with Alan. But he wasn't going to give in. Not this time.
"No! I'm no longer concerned about his own good. I am now only concerned for the welfare of everyone else in this house." Alan told Monica and AJ. It was entirely true. He had twelve year old daughter and a seventeen year old son to worry about. Not to mention his mother, wife and father.
"Well, way to go Dad! Thats just what the boy needs. A dose of tough love! You got the tough part down real good." AJ started to talk softer. Alan watched his son sadly. "Its the love angle you have trouble with. No, no, no, I'll tell you what. You just practice with everyone else. I'll tell you what everybody, its been a slice." AJ mockingly saluted them all. "I'm outta here."
Monica watched horrified as AJ left the house. "Alan!"
Jason rushed forward. AJ could not drive like that. Not drunk. He had to stop him. "Okay, okay, Mom don't panic. He can't go far. I'll handle it." He promised her as he left the room.
Alan grabbed him and pulled him back. "No, no..." He started. Jason shouldn't go with AJ, that much was clear to him.
But Jason cut him off. "No, Dad, stay with Mom, please!"
Emily hugged Alan as they watched Jason leaving the room. No one realized it would be the last time they all saw him this way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Webber Family Home ~ Colorado
Seventeen year old Elizabeth Webber was used to being called to her parents office. It happened regularly. To tell her that her grades weren't good enough, or that she shouldn't spend so much time skating, her teachers called to complain about her again, she missed curfew or maybe that she was just a all around terrible child.
They never came out all the way and said that last one though. Usually she could tell that was what they thought though. Sarah's little sister Lizzie, or "our other daughter Lizzie" it didn't ever be followed by what Sarah or Steven's names had tagged onto the end. Steven, our pre-med student. Or Sarah, the full scholarship awarded daughter.
And this is Lizzie, the dissapointment.
She knocked on her parent's office door. "Come in Lizzie."
She opened the door quietly and then closed it behind her. Her parents had on the "I don't know what to do with you anymore" face. Then again, when didn't they?
"Sarah said you wanted to talk to me?" Elizabeth prompted. She had a date tonight, she didn't want to sit here when she could be getting ready.
"Yes, Lizzie. Your mother and I have been talking to your Grandmother, Audrey." Her father started. She liked her grandmother actually. Elizabeth could tell that she was her Gram's favorite. But unfortunatly for her, they visited rarely. Her Gram lived in someplace in New York. "And we've decided to send you to live with her."
Elizabeth was almost ready to say "Okay Dad, I'll try to do better." Her programed response. But then the words hit her. She was moving? To New York? "What?" she asked, amazed as her mouth dropped open.
"Please, Lizzie, close your mouth." Her mother scolded. Elizabeth wanted to throttle her, what did she think the reaction was going to be? It was anger or shock, those were the options.
"We both think you would do better living with your Grandmother." Her father reasoned. She hadn't ever hated him more. They were talking about it as though they were telling her that they were giving a painting to her Gram. Not a person.
"And you're just telling me now?" Elizabeth cried out. Time for a Lizzie Webber screaming match.
"Its our decision, not yours." Her mother snapped at her. Elizabeth could tell that her patience was wearing thin. But too damned bad for her.
"I am not leaving Colorado!" she screamed at them. Both of her parents looked mildly shocked at the screaming coming from her.
Her mother stood up and walked up to her. "You have two choices, Lizzie. Most of the other parents have said that we should send you to a reform type school. You can go to one if you want. Or you can go live with your Grandmother. Your choice."
Elizabeth clamped her mouth shut.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In a Limo ~ Airport Parking Lot ~ Port Charles
The mob boss sat in his seat, full of confidence on the outside. This man had just taken over the full New York territory. In addition to his Miami and Puerto Rico territories he was the most powerful mobster there was.
Most people in the business saw taking New York as a smart buisness move. But it was anything other than that reason that he had taken over the territory. There was someone in Port Charles he had to meet. And that person was the reason why he took over all of New York. The territory was his, he would run it in Port Charles. The place where his little brother lived.
His mother had told him once when he was little, that he had a little brother. She said that one day they would meet. And Sonny had always believed her. He hadn't ever really gotten up the nerve to look for his brother though. And finally Benny, his trusted accountant, had gone ahead and found where his brother lived. He had come to Sonny with a thick file, saying that what he had wanted to know since he was a child was all in that file, and that Sonny could do what he wanted with it.
The moment he had read all about his brother, he wanted to meet him. Not just because of who the kid was, but because it was finally real for him.
Sonny looked down at the picture he had in his hand. The blonde seventeen year old boy smiled back at him. His brother.
Jason Quartermaine.
So? Anyone like this so far? I hope you all did. Review for more, in case anyone didn't know by now, I need five reviews. Normally I'd also say that the more reviews I get for a fic, the higher up it is the the update priority list (a system I hate, but need since I've got so many going.). But since this one has scenes that I need to transcribe (I'll be trying to get a actual scene in each chapter) it may take longer. Thanks for bearing with me for the whole long chapter.
There are some other things I need to clear up. For now the only thing you need to know for the next chapter or two is who Keesha Ward is. As time goes on, if I need to, I'll let you know about other characters that were around at the time. If you watched the show at that time, or have a very good GH history site or something, then you don't need to read this. But if you haven't then this might be helpful to you.
KEESHA WARD: Keesha was the girlfriend to Jason Quartermaine before the accident. Her cousin is Justus Ward (who is actually Jason's cousin on the other side of the family tree). And her Grandmother was Mary Mae Ward (she died a bit before the storyline started on GH). She was very good friends with AJ before and after the accident. She eventually became his girlfriend. She also had extreamly low tolerance for his drinking. Keesha didn't really annoy me on the tapes I watched (I was like, six when the shows acutally aired, so I didn't really watch, hehe). But she annoyed the hell out of Jason. She didn't get that he wasn't Jason Quartermaine. She presumed that she knew him and his likes. She also touched him a lot, which was a big no no at the time (more so than it is now). Jason eventuall managed to get it through her head that he was not intrested at all.
Okay, I hope that will help. Remember, if there are any other quesions either ask in a review or email me (my email adress is either in my profile or in the authors note in the begaining). I pre-apologize for any spelling errors. I have no spell check on this computer. So I have to do it myself, and sometimes I either make dumb errors or I just don't know how to spell the word in question.
REVIEW! PLEASE!
Hello everyone! This is a brand new fic (but I'm sure you knew that). I feel that I should clear a few things up. This is AU. Forget the liason history you know. I have these GH tapes of when Jason first woke up from the accident (yay). And so I decided to see what I could do with it. I know that there are NO transcripts out there that has the accident, so if theres anyone like me out there, you're all curious. Basically, the car accident will happen. But instead of Robin being there when he wakes up, Elizabeth Webber, is there. It goes on from there. She has just come to town. Also, you should know that Sonny is just coming to town too. He has a connection to Jason that you will soon find out. Lets see, what else. Oh, both Elizabeth and Jason are 17 for my purposes. Sonny is 25. I know this is going to be a bit confusing for people who didn't see all of this or don't know the history. If anyone has any questions then e-mail me (britador@aol.com) and I'll help you out. And also, I will be using some of the actual dialouge from the tapes. I disclaim all of that. The words are GH's, the feelings are mine. I'll let you know whats what in each chapter, like as you see below, it says, "Quartermaine Mansion - Acutal Dialouge". I believe thats it. Lack of reviews is going to mean no story. Cause not only do I have enough going on, I have to transcribe a lot for this. Have fun reading everyone, and don't forget to review when you're done!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Quartermaine Mansion - Actual Dialouge
AJ watched as Justus Ward left the room. Choices, he said that AJ had choices. God, what a lie. He had no choice in this family. He was stuck. He took a deep breath as he tried to clear his alcohol filled mind. AJ turned around at his brother's voice.
"You do have some choices." Jason informed him quietly. He watched AJ intensly. He was drunk, big time. But what was new?
"Is this where you set up the conditions? So you don't tell Mom and Daddy?" AJ leaned into him. His breath stank of booze.
Jason shook his head sadly. But firmly, he wasn't backing down. If he did, AJ could die. "In your dreams."
"Come on, man, why make it any tougher?" AJ asked him. His brother was everything to him. He stood by him during all of his crap. Even if he did tell their parents, Jason would stand by him during the fallout.
"Why are you asking me that AJ? Thats a question you should be asking yourself." Jason shot back at him.
"Why should I, Jason? You always seem to have all of the answers." AJ swayed on his feet a bit, but quickly recovered.
Jason seemed to be getting mad at him. "You're back to the point when your answer is to have another drink, and another, and another."
The truth hurt? Right? But it hurt even more when it was Jason throwing it at him. His brother wasn't trying to hurt him. Which only made it hurt worse in some way. "For crying out loud! Will you just get off your throne? Everything with you is, is a moral issue!" AJ walked away from his brother by a few steps. "It isn't a problem Jason, it was never a problem..." he trailed off softly.
Jason sighed behind him. AJ turned around to see him nodding his head empathetically. "I see, you never had a problem. All the arrests for drunk driving. The hush-ups, the pay-offs, stays in the drunk tank. Thats poor AJ being the family scape goat again. If you think I'm going to stand here and listen to your manipulation can reckless..."
AJ cut him off. He didn't want to hear it. How many times did someone need to go over this with him? He slammed his hands agains the wet bar. He didn't care that he had jarred all of the glasses. "No! You're not! You're just going to stand there in your fine upstanding! Its what you do!"
Jason turned away from AJ for a second. But he quickly turned around, ready to do this battle that AJ wanted to do. "Well, its better than whining and sniveling, isn't it? Or exploiting someone who cares about you!"
AJ walked closer to Jason. "You tell me when I ever get close enough to exploit."
Jason looked down at his feet, he didn't want to fight with AJ. He heard his brother move to behind him. "Well, you got close enough to Keesha. You just used her to get you sicker, didn't you?" he said slightly bitterly.
AJ ran his hand over his face as he whipped around to face Jason again, "This is all about Keesha, isn't it? Hm?"
"No." Jason looked down, pulling his impulse to yell back, "No, I'm not biting again.". He took a small step back to study AJ better. "I'll be in big trouble." Jason threw his arms up. "No, you know, I'm out of this. I'm, I'm done. Thats it. So go right ahead. In your, your grand self pity." Jason watched his brother wave goodbye to him. "Your pathetic waste. Merge yourself with the bottle."
AJ took his coat off. He was trying not to care. He just needed one more drink to cure it all. To stop caring that he had finally pushed his baby brother away. Good for Jason though, now he wouldn't pull Jason down with him. Jason wasn't done though. "But don't come to me for help."
"Great. We all know AJ's a hopeless drunk. Well, I'll tell you what man. I'll drink to that." AJ raised the vodka bottle off of the wet bar in a toast to Jason's words.
Jason watched on. He made no move to grab the bottle from AJ. "Oooh, wow, wow, that was effective." He nodded his head approvingly. "That was effective. The song of a alcoholic. The hell with you if it kills me."
Edward walked in on the scene. Jason was just standing there, watching his brother get even more drunk. Something must have happened. But whatever it was, AJ had no right to drink in the house. Or anywhere else for that matter. But with his Grandmother and young brother and sister in the house. Well, that was just unacceptable. "Whats going on in here!?" he questioned.
Jason didn't bat an eye. "Join me, Grandfather, we can watch AJ self destruct together."
AJ tried to mask his feelings. But Edward made no move to do the same. He looked dissapointed again. This fight was nothing new.
Behind them Emily walked into the room. The twelve year old studied their faces. AJ had to be in trouble again. She kept quiet though, they hadn't noticed her.
"I'm drunk Grandfather. Why don't you pour yourself up a sherry?" AJ begain to raise his bottle of vodka up again. Edward grabbed it from him though. AJ and Jason watched him shatter it into the fire place.
Emily looked startled at what her Grandfather had just done. But still, she said nothing.
"Whoa! Bullseye! You want to try for two? Maybe we should get you a little hatchet, so you can chop up the bar. We all know how good you'd be at it!" AJ yelled out.
Emily was shocked now. AJ was drunk again. She brought her hand to her mouth in silent shock.
Edward was yelling too now though. "You're damn lucky it wasn't your head! And next time it will be!" he threatened. He had every intention to keep his promise too. AJ was treading on thin ice. Edward noticed that Jason had remained quiet through all of this. AJ's drunken antics were nothing new to him. At seventeen he had seen more of it then anyone else in the house.
"Like you care." AJ said, more quietly now.
"You're a jackass!" Emily ran from the room once the words were out of Edward's mouth. This was getting out of hand, she needed to get help before they killed eachother. "And I will not accept the blame for the wrecking of you've made of your life. And I will not stand here and watch you drown yourself in alcohol. And self pity!" Edward declared.
"Well somehow, I think I'll be able to get by without your customary show of support." AJ assured the older man. Neither of them paying attention to Jason, who was looking on the whole thing sadly.
"I will not cover for you with the law." Edward warned AJ. Behind them Jason covered his eyes wearily.
AJ reeled back and then sprung forward, right into his Grandfather's face. He yelled directly at him. "Well, now I can finally start having some fun!"
Jason ended his silence angrily. "For God's sake AJ. When are you going to wake up?"
AJ walked around Edward to get to Jason. "Excuse me? Weren't you the guy who just said, 'I don't care.'?"
"Thats not what I said. I said that I wasn't going to help you destory you life. Can't you see thats what you're doing?" Jason questioned him sadly.
"So what?" AJ asked him quietly.
"So quit the self pity and get yourself in a rehab program! Nobody else can do it for you!"
AJ got angry again. His emotions were flipping around like there was no tomorrow. "Did I ask, ask for your advice or opinions? I didn't think so." AJ shook his head.
All three of them looked towards the door to see the rest of the family charge in. Monica came into the room first. "AJ!" she called to her oldest son. Alan and Emily were right behind her.
"Great, now you got reinforcements! Well, I hope you all brought your own ammo. Because I think the golden boy and grand-daddy here are just about out." AJ cheered. Inside he just wanted to get out of the house. Go finish off his drunken night and forget it all.
"What is going on in here? You've got this child frightened half to death!" Alan exclaimed at the trio as he gestured to a wide eyed Emily.
Edward spoke up now. "If I frightened her I was merely responding to the fact that your son is a stinking drunk." Edward threw his hands up in the air. He was sick of dealing with AJ like this.
Monica could see that her son was upset. She walked towards AJ and tried to comfort him, she placed a arm on his shoulder. But Alan ripped her hand away. "Don't, don't, don't. Don't try to kiss it and make it better."
"Oh, no, god forbid anyone try." AJ shot back. This was the part where his father, like his brother, told him that he had finally done it. Finally pushed them so far that they couldn't get back.
"Are you happy now AJ? You have us all now exaclty where you want us. Father's throwing things." Alan gestured to his youngest son next. "Your brother's turned inside out. Your Mother's heart is breaking." He then gestured to his daughter. "This child's frightened to death. And it all revolves around you."
"You forgot yourself Dad. Where are you in all this?" AJ asked curiously.
"Me? I'm scared to death. I'm scared not because of them flying glass or the screaming. I'n scared for your life. I'm scared that I'm going to find you in the gutter, or dead in a totaled car, or in a mental ward with a wet brain." Emily looked shocked at what Alan was saying. And she wasn't the only one. AJ stood watching his father talk in silence. "I'm scared of watching helplessly as you select one of these options. I'm scared that you're going to drag this entire family down with you." Alan finished. He always prayed that one day, AJ would hear him. Really hear him. But it seemed, from the look in his eyes, that he hadn't.
"Well, thats fine, nobody has to watch. Outta sight, out of mind. I'll just go hole up in my room." AJ offered. He started to walk away. But his father grabbed him and threw him back to the spot he started at.
Alan screamed at him now. "No you won't! No you won't. You are going to stay and you are going to make a choice. You check into rehab tonight or you leave this house and find yourself another place to live while you kill yourself."
Moncia turned to her husband, anger stamped across her features. But no where near as angry as her husband, "Alan!"
"And you will also find youself some other way to support yourself. I may not be able to cut off your trust fund, but I can cut off your allowance AJ." Alan finished. Not caring at all that Moncia and Emily were looking at him like he had grown another head.
"Don't you make me a part of this Alan!" Monica warned.
"Monica! What are you going to do, finance his ruin!?" Alan questioned her. This needed to be done. No matter how much it hurt, they needed to do this. For AJ. And for the family.
"I know you think you're doing this for his own good, but you're not!" Monica tried to reason with Alan. But he wasn't going to give in. Not this time.
"No! I'm no longer concerned about his own good. I am now only concerned for the welfare of everyone else in this house." Alan told Monica and AJ. It was entirely true. He had twelve year old daughter and a seventeen year old son to worry about. Not to mention his mother, wife and father.
"Well, way to go Dad! Thats just what the boy needs. A dose of tough love! You got the tough part down real good." AJ started to talk softer. Alan watched his son sadly. "Its the love angle you have trouble with. No, no, no, I'll tell you what. You just practice with everyone else. I'll tell you what everybody, its been a slice." AJ mockingly saluted them all. "I'm outta here."
Monica watched horrified as AJ left the house. "Alan!"
Jason rushed forward. AJ could not drive like that. Not drunk. He had to stop him. "Okay, okay, Mom don't panic. He can't go far. I'll handle it." He promised her as he left the room.
Alan grabbed him and pulled him back. "No, no..." He started. Jason shouldn't go with AJ, that much was clear to him.
But Jason cut him off. "No, Dad, stay with Mom, please!"
Emily hugged Alan as they watched Jason leaving the room. No one realized it would be the last time they all saw him this way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Webber Family Home ~ Colorado
Seventeen year old Elizabeth Webber was used to being called to her parents office. It happened regularly. To tell her that her grades weren't good enough, or that she shouldn't spend so much time skating, her teachers called to complain about her again, she missed curfew or maybe that she was just a all around terrible child.
They never came out all the way and said that last one though. Usually she could tell that was what they thought though. Sarah's little sister Lizzie, or "our other daughter Lizzie" it didn't ever be followed by what Sarah or Steven's names had tagged onto the end. Steven, our pre-med student. Or Sarah, the full scholarship awarded daughter.
And this is Lizzie, the dissapointment.
She knocked on her parent's office door. "Come in Lizzie."
She opened the door quietly and then closed it behind her. Her parents had on the "I don't know what to do with you anymore" face. Then again, when didn't they?
"Sarah said you wanted to talk to me?" Elizabeth prompted. She had a date tonight, she didn't want to sit here when she could be getting ready.
"Yes, Lizzie. Your mother and I have been talking to your Grandmother, Audrey." Her father started. She liked her grandmother actually. Elizabeth could tell that she was her Gram's favorite. But unfortunatly for her, they visited rarely. Her Gram lived in someplace in New York. "And we've decided to send you to live with her."
Elizabeth was almost ready to say "Okay Dad, I'll try to do better." Her programed response. But then the words hit her. She was moving? To New York? "What?" she asked, amazed as her mouth dropped open.
"Please, Lizzie, close your mouth." Her mother scolded. Elizabeth wanted to throttle her, what did she think the reaction was going to be? It was anger or shock, those were the options.
"We both think you would do better living with your Grandmother." Her father reasoned. She hadn't ever hated him more. They were talking about it as though they were telling her that they were giving a painting to her Gram. Not a person.
"And you're just telling me now?" Elizabeth cried out. Time for a Lizzie Webber screaming match.
"Its our decision, not yours." Her mother snapped at her. Elizabeth could tell that her patience was wearing thin. But too damned bad for her.
"I am not leaving Colorado!" she screamed at them. Both of her parents looked mildly shocked at the screaming coming from her.
Her mother stood up and walked up to her. "You have two choices, Lizzie. Most of the other parents have said that we should send you to a reform type school. You can go to one if you want. Or you can go live with your Grandmother. Your choice."
Elizabeth clamped her mouth shut.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In a Limo ~ Airport Parking Lot ~ Port Charles
The mob boss sat in his seat, full of confidence on the outside. This man had just taken over the full New York territory. In addition to his Miami and Puerto Rico territories he was the most powerful mobster there was.
Most people in the business saw taking New York as a smart buisness move. But it was anything other than that reason that he had taken over the territory. There was someone in Port Charles he had to meet. And that person was the reason why he took over all of New York. The territory was his, he would run it in Port Charles. The place where his little brother lived.
His mother had told him once when he was little, that he had a little brother. She said that one day they would meet. And Sonny had always believed her. He hadn't ever really gotten up the nerve to look for his brother though. And finally Benny, his trusted accountant, had gone ahead and found where his brother lived. He had come to Sonny with a thick file, saying that what he had wanted to know since he was a child was all in that file, and that Sonny could do what he wanted with it.
The moment he had read all about his brother, he wanted to meet him. Not just because of who the kid was, but because it was finally real for him.
Sonny looked down at the picture he had in his hand. The blonde seventeen year old boy smiled back at him. His brother.
Jason Quartermaine.
So? Anyone like this so far? I hope you all did. Review for more, in case anyone didn't know by now, I need five reviews. Normally I'd also say that the more reviews I get for a fic, the higher up it is the the update priority list (a system I hate, but need since I've got so many going.). But since this one has scenes that I need to transcribe (I'll be trying to get a actual scene in each chapter) it may take longer. Thanks for bearing with me for the whole long chapter.
There are some other things I need to clear up. For now the only thing you need to know for the next chapter or two is who Keesha Ward is. As time goes on, if I need to, I'll let you know about other characters that were around at the time. If you watched the show at that time, or have a very good GH history site or something, then you don't need to read this. But if you haven't then this might be helpful to you.
KEESHA WARD: Keesha was the girlfriend to Jason Quartermaine before the accident. Her cousin is Justus Ward (who is actually Jason's cousin on the other side of the family tree). And her Grandmother was Mary Mae Ward (she died a bit before the storyline started on GH). She was very good friends with AJ before and after the accident. She eventually became his girlfriend. She also had extreamly low tolerance for his drinking. Keesha didn't really annoy me on the tapes I watched (I was like, six when the shows acutally aired, so I didn't really watch, hehe). But she annoyed the hell out of Jason. She didn't get that he wasn't Jason Quartermaine. She presumed that she knew him and his likes. She also touched him a lot, which was a big no no at the time (more so than it is now). Jason eventuall managed to get it through her head that he was not intrested at all.
Okay, I hope that will help. Remember, if there are any other quesions either ask in a review or email me (my email adress is either in my profile or in the authors note in the begaining). I pre-apologize for any spelling errors. I have no spell check on this computer. So I have to do it myself, and sometimes I either make dumb errors or I just don't know how to spell the word in question.
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