Second Chances: Revisiting the Past
Elizabeth licked her dry lips feeling as though she had cotton stuffed in her mouth. She did her best to bring her hands to face yet her arms felt like lead weights and her head as if it was encased in a thick fog. Finally she forced her eyes open only to be greeted with distorted vision. Blinking several times her bleary eyes finally gave way to a clearer picture. It wasn't a picture that she had wanted to see. There was Ric watching her. It all came flooding back to her. The sweet smell of chloroform, the strong arms tugging at her from behind, the world going black around her. She stifled a cry at the back of throat as she wondered if this is how Carly must have felt waking up in the panic room Ric had so successfully hidden in the Lansing home. Elizabeth looked around once more trying to decide if that's where she was – the panic room. All the while Ric sat quietly starring at her.
Suddenly Elizabeth knew exactly where she was. The faded images along the walls were a tell tell sign of a time from long ago. She remembered so vividly painting those pictures when she had stayed there with Lucky that summer. How she wanted to create the perfect world for them. A world where they could have been anywhere and done anything. That summer with Lucky was a special time in her life – a time when she never thought she could have been happier. Elizabeth looked around the boxcar again doing the best she could to avoid Ric's cold black eyes. His silence was unnerving as was the calculated look his face held. Her eyes were drawn to the right of the heavy sliding door. Embedded deep within the wooden floorboards she was still able to discern the faded stain of Jason's blood from years before.
Elizabeth felt a shiver ran down her spine with the recollection of finding Jason bleeding in the snow. She could see the images as if they had just happened. How stubborn she had been about him letting her help him and how many nights she sat up in her studio watching him sleeping fearing the worst. It was during that time that Jason healed physically yet he helped her heal emotionally. His being injured forced Elizabeth out of the shell Lucky's death had dropped her in. She had to do things that she never thought she was able to. She reclaimed her life – she reclaimed soul and for that she would be forever thankful to Jason Morgan. Elizabeth closed her eyes and let herself think about Jason and wondered if she would ever see him again. She silenced another cry that hung in her throat not wanting to let herself succumb to her own fears.
Somewhere while she had been lost in her memories of Lucky, Jason and what the boxcar represented to her for both of them Ric had begun speaking. As his voice grew louder Elizabeth was forced to concentrate on his irate ramblings. She watched him pace the floor of the boxcar and the occasional glint the sunlight peaking through the crack in the door cast off of the gun that hung loosely in his hand. Elizabeth pressed her body into the cold rusted metal of the wall as her fear got the better of her.
"I know you love me Elizabeth," Ric said. "I know I have done some things that I am ashamed of." Elizabeth looked at him with disbelief in his eyes. There he stood talking as if he hadn't kidnapped Carly with the thoughts of killing her and passing her child off as his own. He made it sound as if his actions were something that should have been as easily forgiven as forgetting a special birthday or wedding anniversary. It amazed her how truly warped Ric's thinking actually was. "We would still be together if Jason and Sonny hadn't interfered. I could have made you understand that I did everything for you – for us to be happy. We could have had everything if my brother and his flunky would have just left us alone. We'd have the family we always wanted by now," Ric's voice took on the tone of a tortured cry. "I love you Elizabeth."
"Then why are you doing this?" she finally asked when he fell silent.
"You wouldn't talk to me any other way. And Jason has so many guards around you I couldn't even see you. I had to make you understand," he answered in desperation. Ric moved closer to where Elizabeth was crouch in the corner of the boxcar. Gently he stroked her cheek with his free hand. He was so lost in a world of his own making that he didn't even feel her recoil at his touch. "You have to know how much I love you Elizabeth. I know that if you would just listen to me you would understand what I did and why."
"I don't think so, Ric," she said softly.
"WHY!?" he yelled. "Why won't you just admit that you love me? Why won't you admit that we are meant to be together? Why?" Elizabeth tried again to back away from him as she watched the fury glowing behind his black orbs. "It's all Morgan's fault. He's poisoned your mind against me. He's made you think that I am the enemy. He's the enemy!"
Elizabeth concentrated her stare on the crimson stain only several feet away. She let her mind center on that day. She focused her thoughts on all of the times after that they had spent together – good and bad as she did her best to not panic. She knew Jason would find her. He had always found her in the past. He had saved her so many times and he would save her again – she hoped.
"What are you starring at?" Ric asked looking over his shoulder at the spot on the floor.
"Nothing," Elizabeth eked out as she tucked away her memories.
"No it's something. You've been starring at the floor for awhile now. What are you looking at?" Ric got up and walked across to the other side of the area bending down to get a closer look. It didn't look like anything important to him. It was nothing more than a large washed out red stain. Ric shook his head and moved back to where Elizabeth was now standing. She had taken advantage of the distance between them and had stood up.
Ric starred at the woman who in his mind was still very much his wife. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked. "You have a kind heart. You see the best in people. You saw the best in me. I was better when we were together. I love you Elizabeth. Just come away with me. We can start a new life somewhere far away from Port Charles – away from Sonny, Carly... ..."
"And Jason?" Elizabeth finished his comment for him.
"Yes and Morgan. I know he's poisoned you against me. He's the one responsible for us losing everything."
Elizabeth had a sudden flash of anger that smothered her fear. She had had enough of Ric's version of the truth. "NO Ric it was you who's responsible for the mess you made of our lives. You made me stop loving you not Jason! Jason has always wanted what was best for me. Even when he lay there," she pointed to the spot she had been so intently starring at before, "bleeding to death from a gunshot wound, his thoughts were of me and my safety! It's Jason who loves me!"
Ric's gaze toggled between what he now knew to be a bloodstain, Jason's blood, on the floor and Elizabeth's smug expression. Deep from within he felt rage swirl and grow from the pit of his stomach. No matter what he did or where he took her there was no escaping Jason Morgan. He was everywhere! In one swift action Ric had a handful of Elizabeth's chestnut hair and she was starring down the barrel of his pistol.
Jason had been walking the streets of Port Charles well into the black of night checking in with Max and a few other of the men from time to time but there still hadn't been a single sighting of Elizabeth. The sun was now beginning its ascent into the morning sky and Jason was no closer to finding Elizabeth than he had been last night when he found Kelly's Diner empty.
Finally he stood still for a moment and griped the lamppost just as the overhead light clicked off. He could feel each labored breath that passed though his body. He had gone to Elizabeth's studio, back to the Lansing house, to Jake's, even to Martha's Vineyard to the house where he had found Ric and Sonny all those months ago. He should have killed Ric that day. He should have wiped him from the face of the earth instead he had obeyed Sonny's wishes. He had let Sonny's half brother live. Now Jason was so wishing he hadn't done that. He had looked anywhere and everywhere he could think of but hadn't turned up a single clue as to where Ric had spirited Elizabeth away to.
The controlled panic that Jason had been able to keep in check through it all was slowly being to ebb. His mind was nothing more than a scrambled jumbled mess of images of Elizabeth and what Ric had already done and could be doing to her now. Jason had let himself be deluded by the fact that Ric loved her and even as warped as Jason believed Ric's love to be that he wouldn't hurt her yet all of the sudden an overwhelming wave of fear consume him. It was that fear that propelled him from his resting- place. He couldn't explain it but deep down he knew that he had to find Elizabeth.
Jason turned around just in time to see Lucky Spencer and Nikolas Cassadine coming towards him. He knew what the pair thought of him and more importantly thought about his relationship with Elizabeth but he couldn't let that stop him from approaching them. Finding her was all that mattered to him and what their opinion of him happened to be – well Jason could have cared less.
"Jason," Lucky said in a controlled voice. He hadn't ever really gotten over the part Jason played in Elizabeth's life after he was presumed dead and hated that her life was in danger at every turn because of Sonny's enforcer.
"Have either of you seen Ric Lansing?"
"Ric Lansing?" Nikolas questioned curiously.
"Yes, Ric Lansing. Have you seen him?" Jason pressed anxiously.
"And if we have does that mean we won't be seeing him again?" Lucky said being very cocky.
"Have you seen him?" Jason asked again.
"Not since Emily's funeral," Nikolas said sensing that something was very wrong.
"Damn!" Jason clenched his fists at his sides trying desperately to control his hysteria.
"What's going on Jason?" Nikolas asked.
"Why are you even talking to this guy?" Lucky questioned his brother. "Sonny's probably decided that he's finally had enough of his little brother and ordered Jason to eliminate him. Why the hell would you want to help him find him?"
"So then you have seen him?" Jason's voice grew louder annoyed by Lucky's need to still play games with him.
"I wouldn't tell you even if I had."
Jason shook his head. Lucky was still Lucky when it came to not being able to see the bigger picture. "Not even if it will save Elizabeth's life?" Those words brought silence to the two men standing in front of Jason.
"Elizabeth? What does this have to do with Elizabeth?" Nikolas questioned.
"What's happened to her now because of you?" Lucky barked.
"Have you seen Ric Lansing?"
"No," Nikolas said again. "What's happened to Elizabeth?" he asked panic filling his own voice.
"I swear to you Jason if anything's happened to Elizabeth I will come after you myself!" Lucky shouted. "She's been in danger since the day that she met you. Bombs in her studio, kidnapped to be used as leverage, shot at, she's never been safe around you. Why don't you leave her the hell alone?"
Jason just stared at Lucky with his steel blue eyes. He didn't have time to be debating the merits of his relationship with Elizabeth nor did he want to. He turned on his heel and headed towards where his motorcycle sat at the curb leaving both Nikolas and Lucky calling after him.
As he was just about to round the corner he ran squarely into Zander Smith. Again Jason was consumed by and eerie sense of déjà vu trying not think about the time that he and Zander begrudgingly worked together in an attempt to locate Elizabeth when she had been help captive in the crypt.
"Sorry man," Zander said as he bounced off Jason's chest. "What's your hurry?" Zander knew how much Emily loved her brother and while they had never been friendly he felt he owed it to the woman that he loved to at least try to share the same space with Jason in a peaceable manner.
Jason stared at the man that his little sister loved so much and there was a part of him that still wondered why. How had both Emily and Elizabeth seen something worthwhile in Zander Smith? All he had ever been able to see was a hot head who's loyalty shifted like the winds. "Get out of the way!" Jason barked he had already lost so much time arguing with Lucky and Nikolas he couldn't afford to do the same with Zander. And Jason knew from past experience that Zander would want to help. That was the last thing he needed.
"What's going on Jason?" Zander assumed that the man before him hurried nature had something to do with Sonny – it always did. Sonny couldn't function without Jason and most of Port Charles knew that. There had been a time when Zander had wanted that task for himself. He wanted to be Sonny's right hand but now seeing the distress on Jason's face Zander was glad that part of his life was over.
"Nothing I need your help with," Jason remarked as he started to walk away.
"What's got you so frazzled man?" Zander asked again suddenly sensing that this had nothing at all to do with Sonny. When it came to Sonny, Jason was calm and collected and at the moment he was anything but those things.
"Leave it alone Zander. I don't need your help nor can I afford it." Jason still hadn't been able to get passed all the trouble Zander had caused him when he had been trying to find Elizabeth when she had been kidnapped before. He had the same helpless feeling now as he had then only difference this time was that he knew who her captor was but that was little help in finding her.
"This is about Elizabeth isn't it?" Zander too had a sudden flashback to their not so cooperative adventure into trying to locate Elizabeth many many months ago. "Who's trying to get at you through her this time?" he asked.
"I don't have time for this shit, Zander." Jason looked down at his watch knowing that every minute that ticked off was another minute longer Ric had the woman he loved. "I don't need another lecture on how bad I am for Elizabeth." Jason let out a heavy sigh as he hung his head low.
"That's not what I was going to say, man." Jason stared at the younger man with noticeable shock on his face. He had fully expected another diatribe of the evils he had brought into Elizabeth's life. "She loves you man. She always has. I knew it but I was too stupid or angry to see it. I wanted something that was yours. I wanted to take away from you what I thought you took from me. You swooped in and took my place with Sonny so I thought I could do the same thing with Elizabeth when it came to you. I was dead wrong. She loved you every minute that we tried to be together. Every conversation somehow came back to you and all that you had been to her."
Jason was stunned silent. During that time when Elizabeth was drawn to Zander it had taken all he had to keep his distance. And now he was being told that she had spent the bulk of her time focused on him. All of it was crazy. The years they spent circling one another – all that time wasted. It only made him more determined to find her.
"She told me about your first meeting at Jake's. How you rescued her from some ass. She talked endless about the rides you would take her on your motorcycle. I envied you man. She loved you completely. She told me about finding you shot and bleeding in the snow and how you told her to stay away but she wouldn't and that she came back to help you.... ...."
As Zander continued to ramble his words struck and idea in Jason's mind. A place that it hadn't even occurred to him to look for Elizabeth. It wasn't a place that he had thought Ric would have even known about – the boxcar.
Zander looked up to see Jason striding down the sidewalk to his motorcycle. "Hey where are you going?" The question was left unanswered as Jason sped away from the curb.
Elizabeth licked her dry lips feeling as though she had cotton stuffed in her mouth. She did her best to bring her hands to face yet her arms felt like lead weights and her head as if it was encased in a thick fog. Finally she forced her eyes open only to be greeted with distorted vision. Blinking several times her bleary eyes finally gave way to a clearer picture. It wasn't a picture that she had wanted to see. There was Ric watching her. It all came flooding back to her. The sweet smell of chloroform, the strong arms tugging at her from behind, the world going black around her. She stifled a cry at the back of throat as she wondered if this is how Carly must have felt waking up in the panic room Ric had so successfully hidden in the Lansing home. Elizabeth looked around once more trying to decide if that's where she was – the panic room. All the while Ric sat quietly starring at her.
Suddenly Elizabeth knew exactly where she was. The faded images along the walls were a tell tell sign of a time from long ago. She remembered so vividly painting those pictures when she had stayed there with Lucky that summer. How she wanted to create the perfect world for them. A world where they could have been anywhere and done anything. That summer with Lucky was a special time in her life – a time when she never thought she could have been happier. Elizabeth looked around the boxcar again doing the best she could to avoid Ric's cold black eyes. His silence was unnerving as was the calculated look his face held. Her eyes were drawn to the right of the heavy sliding door. Embedded deep within the wooden floorboards she was still able to discern the faded stain of Jason's blood from years before.
Elizabeth felt a shiver ran down her spine with the recollection of finding Jason bleeding in the snow. She could see the images as if they had just happened. How stubborn she had been about him letting her help him and how many nights she sat up in her studio watching him sleeping fearing the worst. It was during that time that Jason healed physically yet he helped her heal emotionally. His being injured forced Elizabeth out of the shell Lucky's death had dropped her in. She had to do things that she never thought she was able to. She reclaimed her life – she reclaimed soul and for that she would be forever thankful to Jason Morgan. Elizabeth closed her eyes and let herself think about Jason and wondered if she would ever see him again. She silenced another cry that hung in her throat not wanting to let herself succumb to her own fears.
Somewhere while she had been lost in her memories of Lucky, Jason and what the boxcar represented to her for both of them Ric had begun speaking. As his voice grew louder Elizabeth was forced to concentrate on his irate ramblings. She watched him pace the floor of the boxcar and the occasional glint the sunlight peaking through the crack in the door cast off of the gun that hung loosely in his hand. Elizabeth pressed her body into the cold rusted metal of the wall as her fear got the better of her.
"I know you love me Elizabeth," Ric said. "I know I have done some things that I am ashamed of." Elizabeth looked at him with disbelief in his eyes. There he stood talking as if he hadn't kidnapped Carly with the thoughts of killing her and passing her child off as his own. He made it sound as if his actions were something that should have been as easily forgiven as forgetting a special birthday or wedding anniversary. It amazed her how truly warped Ric's thinking actually was. "We would still be together if Jason and Sonny hadn't interfered. I could have made you understand that I did everything for you – for us to be happy. We could have had everything if my brother and his flunky would have just left us alone. We'd have the family we always wanted by now," Ric's voice took on the tone of a tortured cry. "I love you Elizabeth."
"Then why are you doing this?" she finally asked when he fell silent.
"You wouldn't talk to me any other way. And Jason has so many guards around you I couldn't even see you. I had to make you understand," he answered in desperation. Ric moved closer to where Elizabeth was crouch in the corner of the boxcar. Gently he stroked her cheek with his free hand. He was so lost in a world of his own making that he didn't even feel her recoil at his touch. "You have to know how much I love you Elizabeth. I know that if you would just listen to me you would understand what I did and why."
"I don't think so, Ric," she said softly.
"WHY!?" he yelled. "Why won't you just admit that you love me? Why won't you admit that we are meant to be together? Why?" Elizabeth tried again to back away from him as she watched the fury glowing behind his black orbs. "It's all Morgan's fault. He's poisoned your mind against me. He's made you think that I am the enemy. He's the enemy!"
Elizabeth concentrated her stare on the crimson stain only several feet away. She let her mind center on that day. She focused her thoughts on all of the times after that they had spent together – good and bad as she did her best to not panic. She knew Jason would find her. He had always found her in the past. He had saved her so many times and he would save her again – she hoped.
"What are you starring at?" Ric asked looking over his shoulder at the spot on the floor.
"Nothing," Elizabeth eked out as she tucked away her memories.
"No it's something. You've been starring at the floor for awhile now. What are you looking at?" Ric got up and walked across to the other side of the area bending down to get a closer look. It didn't look like anything important to him. It was nothing more than a large washed out red stain. Ric shook his head and moved back to where Elizabeth was now standing. She had taken advantage of the distance between them and had stood up.
Ric starred at the woman who in his mind was still very much his wife. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked. "You have a kind heart. You see the best in people. You saw the best in me. I was better when we were together. I love you Elizabeth. Just come away with me. We can start a new life somewhere far away from Port Charles – away from Sonny, Carly... ..."
"And Jason?" Elizabeth finished his comment for him.
"Yes and Morgan. I know he's poisoned you against me. He's the one responsible for us losing everything."
Elizabeth had a sudden flash of anger that smothered her fear. She had had enough of Ric's version of the truth. "NO Ric it was you who's responsible for the mess you made of our lives. You made me stop loving you not Jason! Jason has always wanted what was best for me. Even when he lay there," she pointed to the spot she had been so intently starring at before, "bleeding to death from a gunshot wound, his thoughts were of me and my safety! It's Jason who loves me!"
Ric's gaze toggled between what he now knew to be a bloodstain, Jason's blood, on the floor and Elizabeth's smug expression. Deep from within he felt rage swirl and grow from the pit of his stomach. No matter what he did or where he took her there was no escaping Jason Morgan. He was everywhere! In one swift action Ric had a handful of Elizabeth's chestnut hair and she was starring down the barrel of his pistol.
Jason had been walking the streets of Port Charles well into the black of night checking in with Max and a few other of the men from time to time but there still hadn't been a single sighting of Elizabeth. The sun was now beginning its ascent into the morning sky and Jason was no closer to finding Elizabeth than he had been last night when he found Kelly's Diner empty.
Finally he stood still for a moment and griped the lamppost just as the overhead light clicked off. He could feel each labored breath that passed though his body. He had gone to Elizabeth's studio, back to the Lansing house, to Jake's, even to Martha's Vineyard to the house where he had found Ric and Sonny all those months ago. He should have killed Ric that day. He should have wiped him from the face of the earth instead he had obeyed Sonny's wishes. He had let Sonny's half brother live. Now Jason was so wishing he hadn't done that. He had looked anywhere and everywhere he could think of but hadn't turned up a single clue as to where Ric had spirited Elizabeth away to.
The controlled panic that Jason had been able to keep in check through it all was slowly being to ebb. His mind was nothing more than a scrambled jumbled mess of images of Elizabeth and what Ric had already done and could be doing to her now. Jason had let himself be deluded by the fact that Ric loved her and even as warped as Jason believed Ric's love to be that he wouldn't hurt her yet all of the sudden an overwhelming wave of fear consume him. It was that fear that propelled him from his resting- place. He couldn't explain it but deep down he knew that he had to find Elizabeth.
Jason turned around just in time to see Lucky Spencer and Nikolas Cassadine coming towards him. He knew what the pair thought of him and more importantly thought about his relationship with Elizabeth but he couldn't let that stop him from approaching them. Finding her was all that mattered to him and what their opinion of him happened to be – well Jason could have cared less.
"Jason," Lucky said in a controlled voice. He hadn't ever really gotten over the part Jason played in Elizabeth's life after he was presumed dead and hated that her life was in danger at every turn because of Sonny's enforcer.
"Have either of you seen Ric Lansing?"
"Ric Lansing?" Nikolas questioned curiously.
"Yes, Ric Lansing. Have you seen him?" Jason pressed anxiously.
"And if we have does that mean we won't be seeing him again?" Lucky said being very cocky.
"Have you seen him?" Jason asked again.
"Not since Emily's funeral," Nikolas said sensing that something was very wrong.
"Damn!" Jason clenched his fists at his sides trying desperately to control his hysteria.
"What's going on Jason?" Nikolas asked.
"Why are you even talking to this guy?" Lucky questioned his brother. "Sonny's probably decided that he's finally had enough of his little brother and ordered Jason to eliminate him. Why the hell would you want to help him find him?"
"So then you have seen him?" Jason's voice grew louder annoyed by Lucky's need to still play games with him.
"I wouldn't tell you even if I had."
Jason shook his head. Lucky was still Lucky when it came to not being able to see the bigger picture. "Not even if it will save Elizabeth's life?" Those words brought silence to the two men standing in front of Jason.
"Elizabeth? What does this have to do with Elizabeth?" Nikolas questioned.
"What's happened to her now because of you?" Lucky barked.
"Have you seen Ric Lansing?"
"No," Nikolas said again. "What's happened to Elizabeth?" he asked panic filling his own voice.
"I swear to you Jason if anything's happened to Elizabeth I will come after you myself!" Lucky shouted. "She's been in danger since the day that she met you. Bombs in her studio, kidnapped to be used as leverage, shot at, she's never been safe around you. Why don't you leave her the hell alone?"
Jason just stared at Lucky with his steel blue eyes. He didn't have time to be debating the merits of his relationship with Elizabeth nor did he want to. He turned on his heel and headed towards where his motorcycle sat at the curb leaving both Nikolas and Lucky calling after him.
As he was just about to round the corner he ran squarely into Zander Smith. Again Jason was consumed by and eerie sense of déjà vu trying not think about the time that he and Zander begrudgingly worked together in an attempt to locate Elizabeth when she had been help captive in the crypt.
"Sorry man," Zander said as he bounced off Jason's chest. "What's your hurry?" Zander knew how much Emily loved her brother and while they had never been friendly he felt he owed it to the woman that he loved to at least try to share the same space with Jason in a peaceable manner.
Jason stared at the man that his little sister loved so much and there was a part of him that still wondered why. How had both Emily and Elizabeth seen something worthwhile in Zander Smith? All he had ever been able to see was a hot head who's loyalty shifted like the winds. "Get out of the way!" Jason barked he had already lost so much time arguing with Lucky and Nikolas he couldn't afford to do the same with Zander. And Jason knew from past experience that Zander would want to help. That was the last thing he needed.
"What's going on Jason?" Zander assumed that the man before him hurried nature had something to do with Sonny – it always did. Sonny couldn't function without Jason and most of Port Charles knew that. There had been a time when Zander had wanted that task for himself. He wanted to be Sonny's right hand but now seeing the distress on Jason's face Zander was glad that part of his life was over.
"Nothing I need your help with," Jason remarked as he started to walk away.
"What's got you so frazzled man?" Zander asked again suddenly sensing that this had nothing at all to do with Sonny. When it came to Sonny, Jason was calm and collected and at the moment he was anything but those things.
"Leave it alone Zander. I don't need your help nor can I afford it." Jason still hadn't been able to get passed all the trouble Zander had caused him when he had been trying to find Elizabeth when she had been kidnapped before. He had the same helpless feeling now as he had then only difference this time was that he knew who her captor was but that was little help in finding her.
"This is about Elizabeth isn't it?" Zander too had a sudden flashback to their not so cooperative adventure into trying to locate Elizabeth many many months ago. "Who's trying to get at you through her this time?" he asked.
"I don't have time for this shit, Zander." Jason looked down at his watch knowing that every minute that ticked off was another minute longer Ric had the woman he loved. "I don't need another lecture on how bad I am for Elizabeth." Jason let out a heavy sigh as he hung his head low.
"That's not what I was going to say, man." Jason stared at the younger man with noticeable shock on his face. He had fully expected another diatribe of the evils he had brought into Elizabeth's life. "She loves you man. She always has. I knew it but I was too stupid or angry to see it. I wanted something that was yours. I wanted to take away from you what I thought you took from me. You swooped in and took my place with Sonny so I thought I could do the same thing with Elizabeth when it came to you. I was dead wrong. She loved you every minute that we tried to be together. Every conversation somehow came back to you and all that you had been to her."
Jason was stunned silent. During that time when Elizabeth was drawn to Zander it had taken all he had to keep his distance. And now he was being told that she had spent the bulk of her time focused on him. All of it was crazy. The years they spent circling one another – all that time wasted. It only made him more determined to find her.
"She told me about your first meeting at Jake's. How you rescued her from some ass. She talked endless about the rides you would take her on your motorcycle. I envied you man. She loved you completely. She told me about finding you shot and bleeding in the snow and how you told her to stay away but she wouldn't and that she came back to help you.... ...."
As Zander continued to ramble his words struck and idea in Jason's mind. A place that it hadn't even occurred to him to look for Elizabeth. It wasn't a place that he had thought Ric would have even known about – the boxcar.
Zander looked up to see Jason striding down the sidewalk to his motorcycle. "Hey where are you going?" The question was left unanswered as Jason sped away from the curb.