Chapter 3
Elizabeth stood at the large sliding door of her of her hotel suite, watching the rising sun slowly changing the morning from sky from dark blue to light orange.
She had been in Port Charles a whole week barricading herself in her room of the newly built PC Hotel, with the exception of her and Mackenzie visiting her Grandmother undetected. Gram had been grateful to see them and grateful to Francis for all he had done. Now today was the day, the day she let her friends know she was in town. Although she was, not really up to it, Francis motivated her with a threat. A threat she knew he would make good on.
"Elizabeth if you don't go see your friends by the end of the week I will drag your sorry behind to them and I'll explain to your little girl why her mommy is acting like a brat.
So, here she was at the hospital cancer wing. A level of panic rushed over Elizabeth as she stood outside the door from Emily and company. And Francis stood over her like a warden at a prison making sure she couldn't escape.
She didn't know what to expect. She just picked up and left one day without so much as a
goodbye to anyone. Now three and a half years later she shows up, with her daughter and a dead man for crying out loud. What were they going to think of her? What would he think of her?
"Go on inside," he ordered her.
"I'm trying, okay." Elizabeth really was trying but every time she got the nerve, she let the sudden fear of paranoia take over.
"Here let me help you." Before Elizabeth realizing what he was doing. Francis opened the door and shoved her in, promptly shutting it and standing against the door so she couldn't get out.
"Francis," she whispered "Francis Corelli you let me out right now." While Elizabeth made please to Francis the group around Emily turned to see the new arrive.
Elizabeth had her back to her but Emily knew her best friend when she saw her. "Elizabeth Webber."
Elizabeth turned slowly to the occupants of the room. As she turned, so many doubts and fears ran through her mind. Scared they didn't want to see her, and worried that they hated her. But as she looked briefly into their eyes, she saw acceptance and love from her fellow musketeers.
Elizabeth strolled quietly to her group of friends, and smiled nervously as she rocked on the heels of her boots back in forth. Lucky recovered from his stunned state first taking Elizabeth in a tight embrace that said how much he missed her. He was angry with her, but the joy of seeing her standing here in one piece, pierced through his anger.
Lucky pulled back. He hadn't realized he had tears formulated in his eyes until Elizabeth wiped them with her thumb. The emotional reunion was expressed through tears and laughter. They all took great pleasure and having Elizabeth back, but they quickly bombarded her with questions of where she had been, why didn't she call, where was the baby, and the most painful one question Why didn't she say good bye?
There were no words that would give them comfort as to why she didn't say goodbye. All she could tell them that she was sorry. Being true friends, an apology was good enough for them. They still had questions, but pressed the issue no further. Without further questioning the mighty musketeers rejoiced in being reunited again now that their forth member was back. That short amount of time they caught up. Lucky was now Detective Spencer. Nic and Emily married two years ago and Nicholas had gotten Cassadine Enterprises back on it's feet. She caught up on all the juicy gossip, about the ever-growing lunatics of Port Charles.
~HarborView Towers~
Jason lay shirtless in his king-size bed with one hand behind his head. He waited for his cell to ring with Sonny's daily orders, so until then he laid alone. Jason had prided himself to be a loner but he grew tired of being alone, of waking up in a cold empty bed. He never had temptations of the flesh, but the impulse for a female companion had grown in the last three years. His work had become a continuous fixture in his life. Yet for once he wanted what Sonny had. With that thought, his mind started coursing the last three years. Sonny and Carly managed to work through their problem much to Alcazar's dismay. He and Courtney tried to make it work, but in the end they stayed friends and only friends. Ric still remained a nuisance. He passed himself off as a hotshot attorney, but he was more than he and Sonny thought he was. Then there was the biggest mystery of all, where was Elizabeth?
It was a question that nagged at him daily and in the lonely nights. The nights were the worst. He knew he didn't dream but sometimes he was almost sure that he dreamed of her. "Elizabeth" he uttered the name out loud. It's as if she dropped off the face of the Earth. He blamed himself. He always thought there was more that he could have done to keep her here. Even after he tracked her down and she escaped, he blamed himself.
He had found her North Carolina. He spotted her, before she could him, or so he thought. It's like she felt his presence, because she scurried away as fast as her 7-month baby would let her. He could have easily caught her but didn't want her to panic and fall, so he kept his distance. Then she was gone. She vanished. He searched the entire area, but nothing turned up. Then it dawned on him her disappearing quickly and without a trace as she had, it had to be a professional job.
Sonny agreed it was a professional. So they waited for a ransom or some kind of demand, but it never came. They checked their contacts and rivaling organizations. They all were clean. That got him thinking even more. Were she and the baby okay? He knew Elizabeth didn't have a lot of money and she wouldn't accept alimony from Ric. So where did the live? Oh how he hoped it wasn't an old run down apartment building. Did they eat well? These questions only fueled his ambition to find them both. Hopefully, in one piece.
The shrill ring of his phone, now had his attention. "Yeah," he listen tentatively on the other end "I'll be there in a few minutes." Jason slipped out of bed into his usual attire. T-shirt, jeans, motor cycle boots and the leather jacket.
~Kelly's Courtyard~
Jason stopped by to get a black coffee, and waited on Tammy to bring it to him. As he waited
Lucky and Nicholas was walking into Kelly's. They were talking about something that didn't concern him until the name Elizabeth escaped their lips and found its way to his ears. He attuned his ears to hear the rest of their conversation, and if he heard, right Elizabeth was back.
Jason forgot his coffee and made his way to his bike. He revved the bike quickly and took control of the streets. He arrived at the warehouse at record speed. He rode his bike into the warehouse, which Sonny repeatedly asked him not to do. He killed the engine and jumped off and made haste to the stairs to Meyer's office. Meyer took over for Benny after his untimely death.
Meyer was currently working some number from the last shipments, when Jason barged in. Without any explanation, Jason gave his orders. "Whatever you're doing it can wait, I want you to get me every name of every guest in all the hotels in Port Charles." Meyer just nodded, aware of Jason's panic state. "Meyer I want it in the next hour. I'll be my office all day." With having said that he left to his own office.
~PC Hotel~
Elizabeth had just put Mackenzie down for a short nap before they ordered dinner. She plopped down next to Francis on the leather couch. She was quiet, but she smiled a brilliant smile at him.
"I take it everything went great with your friends." He knew it did but he wanted to hear her tell him.
"Yeah it did, it was great being back with my closet friends." Liz pulled her legs up to her chest, out of habit she started gnawing on her bottom lip, before she asked the question that had been bugging him all day. "Tomorrow are you going to see Sonny?"
Francis sighed "I still don't know -- Francis looked at Elizabeth who gave him an evil eye. "We had a deal Frannie and don't you dare renege on our deal."
"Elizabeth seeing your friends and seeing men in the organization is different. I ran out on the very guys I trained including Jason. That whole honor and loyalty code Sonny and I taught them, doesn't mean anything because I left and hid."
"Well why don't you try to redeem yourself and regain your honor, and go back to them. To show them you might have went astray, but your back to uphold an oath."
Francis let Elizabeth's words sink in. "You think it'll make a difference?" he asked. Elizabeth recited the same words he told her. "You'll never know unless you go."
"I do believe that's was my line to you."
"Well I guess you should take your own advice." She patted him on the leg. "If there is no new business I'm famished lets order."
"Alright I'll get the phone and a menu." Francis got up and retreated to the other room. Elizabeth was about to get Mackenzie up from a nap, so she wouldn't be a locomotive tonight. As she walked across the room to Kenzie's room there was, a knock was heard from the door.
"Room service already that was fast." She scurried to open the door. Elizabeth opened the door. She suddenly had forgotten how to breathe, and her brain ceased to function when she saw him. Her angel in a leather jacket stood at her door with his electric blue eyes and godly body.
Jason stood and let his eyes take her in. If he ever held a moment of doubt, she was as beautiful as he remembered her to be it all vanished at that moment. His eyes wondered down her small and shapely frame. She wore a black baby-tee, and baggy black cropped pants. Her hair stood in a high ponytail with tendrils outlining her face. Jason wanted to lose himself in her beauty. Her gray-blue eyes, he wanted to gaze in the forever. And her tantalizing lips he wanted to...
Jason thoughts were broken when he heard a man's voice. Francis walked in oblivious to the new arrive. "Elizabeth what do you want for dinner."
Jason eyes widened, to the voice of his one time mentor other than Sonny. Jason gazed upon the man, who was Sonny's right before him. He was alive, and he was with Elizabeth. So many things raced though Jason's mind. Are they together? Is he even the real Francis?
Francis finally looked up to find the stare that put the fear of god within men. "Oh shit." He muttered under his breath as Jason pulled Elizabeth in the room and retrieved his gun from his waistband.
Elizabeth stood at the large sliding door of her of her hotel suite, watching the rising sun slowly changing the morning from sky from dark blue to light orange.
She had been in Port Charles a whole week barricading herself in her room of the newly built PC Hotel, with the exception of her and Mackenzie visiting her Grandmother undetected. Gram had been grateful to see them and grateful to Francis for all he had done. Now today was the day, the day she let her friends know she was in town. Although she was, not really up to it, Francis motivated her with a threat. A threat she knew he would make good on.
"Elizabeth if you don't go see your friends by the end of the week I will drag your sorry behind to them and I'll explain to your little girl why her mommy is acting like a brat.
So, here she was at the hospital cancer wing. A level of panic rushed over Elizabeth as she stood outside the door from Emily and company. And Francis stood over her like a warden at a prison making sure she couldn't escape.
She didn't know what to expect. She just picked up and left one day without so much as a
goodbye to anyone. Now three and a half years later she shows up, with her daughter and a dead man for crying out loud. What were they going to think of her? What would he think of her?
"Go on inside," he ordered her.
"I'm trying, okay." Elizabeth really was trying but every time she got the nerve, she let the sudden fear of paranoia take over.
"Here let me help you." Before Elizabeth realizing what he was doing. Francis opened the door and shoved her in, promptly shutting it and standing against the door so she couldn't get out.
"Francis," she whispered "Francis Corelli you let me out right now." While Elizabeth made please to Francis the group around Emily turned to see the new arrive.
Elizabeth had her back to her but Emily knew her best friend when she saw her. "Elizabeth Webber."
Elizabeth turned slowly to the occupants of the room. As she turned, so many doubts and fears ran through her mind. Scared they didn't want to see her, and worried that they hated her. But as she looked briefly into their eyes, she saw acceptance and love from her fellow musketeers.
Elizabeth strolled quietly to her group of friends, and smiled nervously as she rocked on the heels of her boots back in forth. Lucky recovered from his stunned state first taking Elizabeth in a tight embrace that said how much he missed her. He was angry with her, but the joy of seeing her standing here in one piece, pierced through his anger.
Lucky pulled back. He hadn't realized he had tears formulated in his eyes until Elizabeth wiped them with her thumb. The emotional reunion was expressed through tears and laughter. They all took great pleasure and having Elizabeth back, but they quickly bombarded her with questions of where she had been, why didn't she call, where was the baby, and the most painful one question Why didn't she say good bye?
There were no words that would give them comfort as to why she didn't say goodbye. All she could tell them that she was sorry. Being true friends, an apology was good enough for them. They still had questions, but pressed the issue no further. Without further questioning the mighty musketeers rejoiced in being reunited again now that their forth member was back. That short amount of time they caught up. Lucky was now Detective Spencer. Nic and Emily married two years ago and Nicholas had gotten Cassadine Enterprises back on it's feet. She caught up on all the juicy gossip, about the ever-growing lunatics of Port Charles.
~HarborView Towers~
Jason lay shirtless in his king-size bed with one hand behind his head. He waited for his cell to ring with Sonny's daily orders, so until then he laid alone. Jason had prided himself to be a loner but he grew tired of being alone, of waking up in a cold empty bed. He never had temptations of the flesh, but the impulse for a female companion had grown in the last three years. His work had become a continuous fixture in his life. Yet for once he wanted what Sonny had. With that thought, his mind started coursing the last three years. Sonny and Carly managed to work through their problem much to Alcazar's dismay. He and Courtney tried to make it work, but in the end they stayed friends and only friends. Ric still remained a nuisance. He passed himself off as a hotshot attorney, but he was more than he and Sonny thought he was. Then there was the biggest mystery of all, where was Elizabeth?
It was a question that nagged at him daily and in the lonely nights. The nights were the worst. He knew he didn't dream but sometimes he was almost sure that he dreamed of her. "Elizabeth" he uttered the name out loud. It's as if she dropped off the face of the Earth. He blamed himself. He always thought there was more that he could have done to keep her here. Even after he tracked her down and she escaped, he blamed himself.
He had found her North Carolina. He spotted her, before she could him, or so he thought. It's like she felt his presence, because she scurried away as fast as her 7-month baby would let her. He could have easily caught her but didn't want her to panic and fall, so he kept his distance. Then she was gone. She vanished. He searched the entire area, but nothing turned up. Then it dawned on him her disappearing quickly and without a trace as she had, it had to be a professional job.
Sonny agreed it was a professional. So they waited for a ransom or some kind of demand, but it never came. They checked their contacts and rivaling organizations. They all were clean. That got him thinking even more. Were she and the baby okay? He knew Elizabeth didn't have a lot of money and she wouldn't accept alimony from Ric. So where did the live? Oh how he hoped it wasn't an old run down apartment building. Did they eat well? These questions only fueled his ambition to find them both. Hopefully, in one piece.
The shrill ring of his phone, now had his attention. "Yeah," he listen tentatively on the other end "I'll be there in a few minutes." Jason slipped out of bed into his usual attire. T-shirt, jeans, motor cycle boots and the leather jacket.
~Kelly's Courtyard~
Jason stopped by to get a black coffee, and waited on Tammy to bring it to him. As he waited
Lucky and Nicholas was walking into Kelly's. They were talking about something that didn't concern him until the name Elizabeth escaped their lips and found its way to his ears. He attuned his ears to hear the rest of their conversation, and if he heard, right Elizabeth was back.
Jason forgot his coffee and made his way to his bike. He revved the bike quickly and took control of the streets. He arrived at the warehouse at record speed. He rode his bike into the warehouse, which Sonny repeatedly asked him not to do. He killed the engine and jumped off and made haste to the stairs to Meyer's office. Meyer took over for Benny after his untimely death.
Meyer was currently working some number from the last shipments, when Jason barged in. Without any explanation, Jason gave his orders. "Whatever you're doing it can wait, I want you to get me every name of every guest in all the hotels in Port Charles." Meyer just nodded, aware of Jason's panic state. "Meyer I want it in the next hour. I'll be my office all day." With having said that he left to his own office.
~PC Hotel~
Elizabeth had just put Mackenzie down for a short nap before they ordered dinner. She plopped down next to Francis on the leather couch. She was quiet, but she smiled a brilliant smile at him.
"I take it everything went great with your friends." He knew it did but he wanted to hear her tell him.
"Yeah it did, it was great being back with my closet friends." Liz pulled her legs up to her chest, out of habit she started gnawing on her bottom lip, before she asked the question that had been bugging him all day. "Tomorrow are you going to see Sonny?"
Francis sighed "I still don't know -- Francis looked at Elizabeth who gave him an evil eye. "We had a deal Frannie and don't you dare renege on our deal."
"Elizabeth seeing your friends and seeing men in the organization is different. I ran out on the very guys I trained including Jason. That whole honor and loyalty code Sonny and I taught them, doesn't mean anything because I left and hid."
"Well why don't you try to redeem yourself and regain your honor, and go back to them. To show them you might have went astray, but your back to uphold an oath."
Francis let Elizabeth's words sink in. "You think it'll make a difference?" he asked. Elizabeth recited the same words he told her. "You'll never know unless you go."
"I do believe that's was my line to you."
"Well I guess you should take your own advice." She patted him on the leg. "If there is no new business I'm famished lets order."
"Alright I'll get the phone and a menu." Francis got up and retreated to the other room. Elizabeth was about to get Mackenzie up from a nap, so she wouldn't be a locomotive tonight. As she walked across the room to Kenzie's room there was, a knock was heard from the door.
"Room service already that was fast." She scurried to open the door. Elizabeth opened the door. She suddenly had forgotten how to breathe, and her brain ceased to function when she saw him. Her angel in a leather jacket stood at her door with his electric blue eyes and godly body.
Jason stood and let his eyes take her in. If he ever held a moment of doubt, she was as beautiful as he remembered her to be it all vanished at that moment. His eyes wondered down her small and shapely frame. She wore a black baby-tee, and baggy black cropped pants. Her hair stood in a high ponytail with tendrils outlining her face. Jason wanted to lose himself in her beauty. Her gray-blue eyes, he wanted to gaze in the forever. And her tantalizing lips he wanted to...
Jason thoughts were broken when he heard a man's voice. Francis walked in oblivious to the new arrive. "Elizabeth what do you want for dinner."
Jason eyes widened, to the voice of his one time mentor other than Sonny. Jason gazed upon the man, who was Sonny's right before him. He was alive, and he was with Elizabeth. So many things raced though Jason's mind. Are they together? Is he even the real Francis?
Francis finally looked up to find the stare that put the fear of god within men. "Oh shit." He muttered under his breath as Jason pulled Elizabeth in the room and retrieved his gun from his waistband.