A/N: Hello ladies—hope you are all having a great day. : ) Here's the next
chapter—it was really long so I had to split it in two, I'll probably put
the second half up later tonight or in the morning—all depends on my mood
later. Enjoy! Until next time—I'm a happy birthday girl today—PCGirl.
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PC: 2020
"I remember sitting on this couch many times years ago trying to figure out that stupid serum," laughed Ian as he took a sip of his beer.
"Yeah, that was probably one of the hardest things I had to try and do—your father is a very stubborn man, Daniel."
"Tell me about it," grinned Danny
"Hey now—I'm trying to keep my good name in tact—if you want to tell horror stories of the last sixteen years, can you wait a few more days?" he smiled at his son.
"Did you have a good name in the past? I can't remember that far back now," laughed Chris as he got up and started to fix himself another martini.
"Dr. Ramsey, can I have one also?" asked Danny.
"Right now—in my own home with friends around like this, call me Chris. And yes you may—you got your love of these things from your mom," he smiled.
"That's what dad says—he's asked before why I can be just like any other Irishman and drink whiskey," he said as he put on a deeper Irish accent than he truly had.
"There's nothing like a good martini. So, I've been wondering if you knew about vampires and such, but I guess the answer is yes, hmmm?"
"Yeah, it was interesting how it happened. Dad was telling Claire and—Mom," he said with hesitation on what he called Maeve, "Anyways, Dad is sitting here and she thinks these are all made up stories. But the weird thing was I remembered them. I asked him later if they were true because of my memories and he told me they were."
"And you still wanted to come back to this town," laughed Ian as he shook his head.
"I have a connection still here, and you do too or you'd have talked me out of it."
"Very true. I have such a bright young man and promising doctor."
"Just like his parents. So what story would you like to hear tonight?" he said as they got settled on the couch and chair.
"I guess Jasmine—where her and Jack are now—if they are together. Do you remember them, Daniel?"
"Vaguely. The name Jack does sound familiar, but not Jasmine."
"Well, she was only living here what—two months—when you left for Ireland. And to answer your question, yes they are still living together. After everything was said and done Jack left Leslie with me to go and try and find her. He would send us postcards from random places, telling us if he was getting closer or if he had a better lead."
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PC: 2011 (yeah, so they really aren't in PC—work with me here)
Jack took a look at the postcard again, "I found her. Jack," before slipping it in the mailbox. He'd addressed it to the Trinity, just like the rest. He'd talked to Alison, Jamal, and Chris a few times over the past few months—and they'd mentioned that when Frank got a new postcard he'd tack it up behind the bar for everyone to see. He smiled, knowing that was the last postcard he'd have to send.
He took a short stroll and peered in the bar window again, there she was—as beautiful as ever, but still waiting tables. He was surprised that she was doing this, as he knew Jasmine had always seen her job as part of her normal life. He slipped in when he saw her back was turned towards the bar and took a seat in the back—his black baseball cap covering his face as he looked at the menu.
"Can I take your order?" she asked walking over to him—her mind somewhere else at the moment.
He gave a cough, "Gimme a minute." He was nervous, why in the hell was he nervous to talk to his own wife? Well, at least he'd given himself some time to calm down. He closed his eyes, thinking of Leslie and a smile came to his face—like always. The past few months there were times he'd wanted to give up and fly back home, but then he'd call Chris and hear his little girl babbling in the background or it'd be Alison and he could hear them having some type of get together, and he knew that the only way he'd feel good about coming home was with Jasmine at his side.
"Are you ready now?"
"I believe I am," he said as he smiled and looked up at her.
Jasmine's heart stopped and she looked around to make sure nobody was watching, "What are you doing here Jack?" she said harshly under her breath.
"Just out on a little vacation, that's all."
"Yeah right. Are Rafe and Caleb stationed at the doors so if I try to make a getaway they'll grab me and drag me back to Port Charles?"
"You have your powers—why don't you tell me?" he snapped.
She closed her eyes and then opened them staring at him, "Well, it didn't take you long to resort to that, did it?" she snapped this time.
"Excuse me?"
"You. You are treating me now like you treated Livvie in the beginning—with hate and anger towards the other person because they did you wrong. Well, I'm freeing you now Jack, ok? I'm not Livvie, and I'm not going to string you along like some poor little dog on its way to being abandoned on the side of the road, waiting for someone else to have sympathy and pick you up—always wondering if the original owner is going to want you back some day. Just go back to our friends and family in Port Charles and let me live my life the way I was supposed to—alone."
"You can't be serious."
"I am serious. Jack I love you too much to do that to you. Please," she said as he saw her eyes were begging for him to walk out that door and not look back.
"I can't do that Jasmine. I love you too much to just walk away."
"So what? You are going to stay here until I cave in and let you win?"
"Yes, because I know you want to be in Port Charles just as much as me right now. But what matters more than Port Charles is us—you truly showed me what it means to love completely and wholly, with no conditions to the relationship. I love you Jasmine—and I said always before when we wed, and I meant it," he said standing up to look her in the eye. "So what do you say? Are you going to have your boss there kick me out, or are you going to let me show you what I meant when I said 'for better or for worse'?"
"You aren't going to leave, are you?" she laughed, unable to hold in her happiness of seeing Jack any longer.
"Nope," he smiled as she kissed him, putting her arms around his neck and he pulled her in tight.
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PC: 2020
"After we got that postcard we kept waiting for a call that they were on a plane back. It was a good six months when the call finally came."
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PC: 2011 (it's really PC this time ;))
Jack got off the plane and rubbed his eyes, he never thought he'd do it, but he did—he came back to Port Charles without her. He looked up and saw Chris waiting for him with Leslie in his arms and he finally smiled, "Hey sweetheart," he said taking her from Chris and looking at her, "You've gotten so big. Mama wouldn't recognize you now," he said holding her tight.
"Where is Jasmine?" asked Chris as he got a look from Jack, and dropped the conversation.
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"What's wrong Jack?" asked Livvie as she sat down next to him on the couch at Alison's at the party they had thrown for him coming home.
"Earlier, I was holding Leslie and she started calling for her Daddy, she wouldn't stop saying that until Chris took her."
"Oh," she said as she understood the problem. "It's not what you think Jack."
"No, really? My little girl doesn't think of me as her Dad, but some stranger passing through."
"That's nonsense," said Alison as she came over. "Lez, come here," she called her over and took a picture off the bookcase with Jack and the others in the picture. She squatted down to get to eye level and pointed to Jack's face, "Who is this?"
"Dada Jack," she smiled brightly and then looked up at Jack and ran over and hugged his legs, trying to be picked up.
"See—she knows who you are," smiled Alison as she watched Leslie get comfortable with her head on his chest and close her eyes.
"I guess so. I just don't know what to do now," he sighed. "I mean I know Jasmine still loves her, but she wouldn't come here—and that makes me so mad."
"What was her excuse?" asked Jamal as he came and joined in on the conversation, Jeremiah running circles around his feet.
"She still feels like Port Charles has some type of block on her abilities. She won't believe me when I say that isn't the case. Her reason for not visiting was that she says if she sees our little girl she might no ever be able to let her go again."
"Are you going to take Leslie back with you?"
"I don't know. That's difficult too, because I know she has such a strong support of friends and family here—I feel like if I were to take her out of this environment it might hurt her."
"Then is there anything wrong with letting her live here with Chris still? I mean you can come and visit as much as you like, and then when the day comes that Jasmine finally realizes this is where she belongs, then you can transition Leslie slowly living with you two again."
"I just hope she does realize that," he sighed as he looked down to see Leslie asleep on his chest, and kissed her on the forehead.
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PC: 2020
"I remember sitting on this couch many times years ago trying to figure out that stupid serum," laughed Ian as he took a sip of his beer.
"Yeah, that was probably one of the hardest things I had to try and do—your father is a very stubborn man, Daniel."
"Tell me about it," grinned Danny
"Hey now—I'm trying to keep my good name in tact—if you want to tell horror stories of the last sixteen years, can you wait a few more days?" he smiled at his son.
"Did you have a good name in the past? I can't remember that far back now," laughed Chris as he got up and started to fix himself another martini.
"Dr. Ramsey, can I have one also?" asked Danny.
"Right now—in my own home with friends around like this, call me Chris. And yes you may—you got your love of these things from your mom," he smiled.
"That's what dad says—he's asked before why I can be just like any other Irishman and drink whiskey," he said as he put on a deeper Irish accent than he truly had.
"There's nothing like a good martini. So, I've been wondering if you knew about vampires and such, but I guess the answer is yes, hmmm?"
"Yeah, it was interesting how it happened. Dad was telling Claire and—Mom," he said with hesitation on what he called Maeve, "Anyways, Dad is sitting here and she thinks these are all made up stories. But the weird thing was I remembered them. I asked him later if they were true because of my memories and he told me they were."
"And you still wanted to come back to this town," laughed Ian as he shook his head.
"I have a connection still here, and you do too or you'd have talked me out of it."
"Very true. I have such a bright young man and promising doctor."
"Just like his parents. So what story would you like to hear tonight?" he said as they got settled on the couch and chair.
"I guess Jasmine—where her and Jack are now—if they are together. Do you remember them, Daniel?"
"Vaguely. The name Jack does sound familiar, but not Jasmine."
"Well, she was only living here what—two months—when you left for Ireland. And to answer your question, yes they are still living together. After everything was said and done Jack left Leslie with me to go and try and find her. He would send us postcards from random places, telling us if he was getting closer or if he had a better lead."
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PC: 2011 (yeah, so they really aren't in PC—work with me here)
Jack took a look at the postcard again, "I found her. Jack," before slipping it in the mailbox. He'd addressed it to the Trinity, just like the rest. He'd talked to Alison, Jamal, and Chris a few times over the past few months—and they'd mentioned that when Frank got a new postcard he'd tack it up behind the bar for everyone to see. He smiled, knowing that was the last postcard he'd have to send.
He took a short stroll and peered in the bar window again, there she was—as beautiful as ever, but still waiting tables. He was surprised that she was doing this, as he knew Jasmine had always seen her job as part of her normal life. He slipped in when he saw her back was turned towards the bar and took a seat in the back—his black baseball cap covering his face as he looked at the menu.
"Can I take your order?" she asked walking over to him—her mind somewhere else at the moment.
He gave a cough, "Gimme a minute." He was nervous, why in the hell was he nervous to talk to his own wife? Well, at least he'd given himself some time to calm down. He closed his eyes, thinking of Leslie and a smile came to his face—like always. The past few months there were times he'd wanted to give up and fly back home, but then he'd call Chris and hear his little girl babbling in the background or it'd be Alison and he could hear them having some type of get together, and he knew that the only way he'd feel good about coming home was with Jasmine at his side.
"Are you ready now?"
"I believe I am," he said as he smiled and looked up at her.
Jasmine's heart stopped and she looked around to make sure nobody was watching, "What are you doing here Jack?" she said harshly under her breath.
"Just out on a little vacation, that's all."
"Yeah right. Are Rafe and Caleb stationed at the doors so if I try to make a getaway they'll grab me and drag me back to Port Charles?"
"You have your powers—why don't you tell me?" he snapped.
She closed her eyes and then opened them staring at him, "Well, it didn't take you long to resort to that, did it?" she snapped this time.
"Excuse me?"
"You. You are treating me now like you treated Livvie in the beginning—with hate and anger towards the other person because they did you wrong. Well, I'm freeing you now Jack, ok? I'm not Livvie, and I'm not going to string you along like some poor little dog on its way to being abandoned on the side of the road, waiting for someone else to have sympathy and pick you up—always wondering if the original owner is going to want you back some day. Just go back to our friends and family in Port Charles and let me live my life the way I was supposed to—alone."
"You can't be serious."
"I am serious. Jack I love you too much to do that to you. Please," she said as he saw her eyes were begging for him to walk out that door and not look back.
"I can't do that Jasmine. I love you too much to just walk away."
"So what? You are going to stay here until I cave in and let you win?"
"Yes, because I know you want to be in Port Charles just as much as me right now. But what matters more than Port Charles is us—you truly showed me what it means to love completely and wholly, with no conditions to the relationship. I love you Jasmine—and I said always before when we wed, and I meant it," he said standing up to look her in the eye. "So what do you say? Are you going to have your boss there kick me out, or are you going to let me show you what I meant when I said 'for better or for worse'?"
"You aren't going to leave, are you?" she laughed, unable to hold in her happiness of seeing Jack any longer.
"Nope," he smiled as she kissed him, putting her arms around his neck and he pulled her in tight.
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PC: 2020
"After we got that postcard we kept waiting for a call that they were on a plane back. It was a good six months when the call finally came."
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PC: 2011 (it's really PC this time ;))
Jack got off the plane and rubbed his eyes, he never thought he'd do it, but he did—he came back to Port Charles without her. He looked up and saw Chris waiting for him with Leslie in his arms and he finally smiled, "Hey sweetheart," he said taking her from Chris and looking at her, "You've gotten so big. Mama wouldn't recognize you now," he said holding her tight.
"Where is Jasmine?" asked Chris as he got a look from Jack, and dropped the conversation.
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"What's wrong Jack?" asked Livvie as she sat down next to him on the couch at Alison's at the party they had thrown for him coming home.
"Earlier, I was holding Leslie and she started calling for her Daddy, she wouldn't stop saying that until Chris took her."
"Oh," she said as she understood the problem. "It's not what you think Jack."
"No, really? My little girl doesn't think of me as her Dad, but some stranger passing through."
"That's nonsense," said Alison as she came over. "Lez, come here," she called her over and took a picture off the bookcase with Jack and the others in the picture. She squatted down to get to eye level and pointed to Jack's face, "Who is this?"
"Dada Jack," she smiled brightly and then looked up at Jack and ran over and hugged his legs, trying to be picked up.
"See—she knows who you are," smiled Alison as she watched Leslie get comfortable with her head on his chest and close her eyes.
"I guess so. I just don't know what to do now," he sighed. "I mean I know Jasmine still loves her, but she wouldn't come here—and that makes me so mad."
"What was her excuse?" asked Jamal as he came and joined in on the conversation, Jeremiah running circles around his feet.
"She still feels like Port Charles has some type of block on her abilities. She won't believe me when I say that isn't the case. Her reason for not visiting was that she says if she sees our little girl she might no ever be able to let her go again."
"Are you going to take Leslie back with you?"
"I don't know. That's difficult too, because I know she has such a strong support of friends and family here—I feel like if I were to take her out of this environment it might hurt her."
"Then is there anything wrong with letting her live here with Chris still? I mean you can come and visit as much as you like, and then when the day comes that Jasmine finally realizes this is where she belongs, then you can transition Leslie slowly living with you two again."
"I just hope she does realize that," he sighed as he looked down to see Leslie asleep on his chest, and kissed her on the forehead.