Til Death Do Us Part
Starlight Deception
Disclaimer: To make up for not owning the show, I will sue your butt off
if you steal this story line.
A/N: Just a little back round info. The Sonny shooting Carly storyline
happened, but Carly only loves Sonny and is not in a mental hospital.
Sonny did not go anywhere with Sam. S&C are at home together. Also,
Zander is not trying to set Nikolas up for the murder of Cody McCall.
Other than that, everything is the same as in the show.
With a long sigh, Courtney Morgan fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling of her tiny apartment. In her mind, she pretended that the off-white ceiling littered with cracks and peeling paint was the vast night sky, sprinkled with constellations that she could never quite identify.
But Jason always could.
His knowledge of stars had always amazed her. After all, who would suspect the heartless Jason "the Enforcer" Morgan to know anything about the stars; weren't they too beautiful and delicate to be within his understanding? Once again he had defied the stereotypes made against him. Many nights, he had driven her on his motorcycle to a secluded spot right outside of town where there were no lights to interfere with the heavenly orbs. He had held her in his arms, pointing out constellations that she never saw the pictures in, but always pretending to for his benefit. Mostly, though, they sat in silence, basking in absolute happiness they experienced with one another. She had never felt more safe then in his arms, underneath a blanket of stars.
Now that was over. They could never ride away from Port Charles again. They could never escape from the world that had swallowed them both in headfirst, a world that she was desperately trying to run away from. They would never look at the stars together again. They might as well just burn out and stop torturing her.
Sitting up, Courtney winced as sharp pain bolted through her head. She had had the worst headache for days now. Assuming it was just from stress, she tried ignoring it as much as possible. She refused to take any pain medication, fearing that it would cause her to become addicted again. 'Maybe fresh air will help,' she thought, rubbing her temples. Grabbing her coat from the desk, her eyes wandered to the front draw. With a slightly shaking hand, she opened it, revealing her and Jason's wedding rings. Tears stung her eyes. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" she asked out loud. About to close the draw, she hesitated, and picked up Jason's ring. Slowly, she slipped it onto her right thumb. A perfect fit. 'One night won't hurt,' she though as she left the apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Zander Smith walked aimlessly around the docks. He was supposed to meet Faith Roscoe here soon. Most people thought he was a lunatic for working for Faith. Either that or they thought he was just a hopeless rebel lashing out at the world because he didn't get his way.
But they didn't understand him at all.
Hell, he didn't even understand himself most of the time. He did things without thinking, leaping before he looks. Sometimes at the end of the day he would look back and be awed by his own stupidity, and how much he let his anger and jealousy drive him. But it didn't stop. He would wake up the next day just as angry and jealous as before, wanting nothing more than to take hold of someone's throat and squeeze for all he was worth. Especially his throat.
Zander felt himself getting hot at the very thought of Nikolas Cassadine. That cold, arrogant bastard, the prince who always got his way. So noble and righteous, he even waited until marriage to sleep with Emily. To bad he wasn't the groom. Come to think of it, Zander and Emily never made love after they were married. His world was so ironic.
Zander thought he heard someone behind him. Turing, he expected to see Faith, but was instead greeted by the sight of a different blonde hunched over in pain.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was late by the time Courtney reached the docks, and freezing. She clutched her coat around her and looked skyward. It was such a clear night. She tried to remember which constellation was in the sky this time of year. Capricorn, was it? Sighing, Courtney fingered the platinum band on her thumb. Smiling, she though of the first time she saw him wear it, right after Alcazar kidnapped her. She thought of their amazing wedding in France where she slipped the ring onto his finger before kissing him as her husband for the first time. God, why couldn't she get over him? Why couldn't she just accept that they could never be together?
Suddenly, pain tore through Courtney's head, making the migraines she had suffered recently seen like dull aches. Clutching her head, she let out an anguished cry.
Someone was running towards her. "Courtney!" he screamed.
"Jason?" a barley conscious Courtney asked, praying that it was her husband who was beside her.
"No, Courtney, it's Zander. What's wrong? Can you tell me? Courtney!"
But Courtney could no longer hear him. All she knew was the stars above her were blurring into one great light, before they turned into darkness.
With a long sigh, Courtney Morgan fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling of her tiny apartment. In her mind, she pretended that the off-white ceiling littered with cracks and peeling paint was the vast night sky, sprinkled with constellations that she could never quite identify.
But Jason always could.
His knowledge of stars had always amazed her. After all, who would suspect the heartless Jason "the Enforcer" Morgan to know anything about the stars; weren't they too beautiful and delicate to be within his understanding? Once again he had defied the stereotypes made against him. Many nights, he had driven her on his motorcycle to a secluded spot right outside of town where there were no lights to interfere with the heavenly orbs. He had held her in his arms, pointing out constellations that she never saw the pictures in, but always pretending to for his benefit. Mostly, though, they sat in silence, basking in absolute happiness they experienced with one another. She had never felt more safe then in his arms, underneath a blanket of stars.
Now that was over. They could never ride away from Port Charles again. They could never escape from the world that had swallowed them both in headfirst, a world that she was desperately trying to run away from. They would never look at the stars together again. They might as well just burn out and stop torturing her.
Sitting up, Courtney winced as sharp pain bolted through her head. She had had the worst headache for days now. Assuming it was just from stress, she tried ignoring it as much as possible. She refused to take any pain medication, fearing that it would cause her to become addicted again. 'Maybe fresh air will help,' she thought, rubbing her temples. Grabbing her coat from the desk, her eyes wandered to the front draw. With a slightly shaking hand, she opened it, revealing her and Jason's wedding rings. Tears stung her eyes. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" she asked out loud. About to close the draw, she hesitated, and picked up Jason's ring. Slowly, she slipped it onto her right thumb. A perfect fit. 'One night won't hurt,' she though as she left the apartment.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Zander Smith walked aimlessly around the docks. He was supposed to meet Faith Roscoe here soon. Most people thought he was a lunatic for working for Faith. Either that or they thought he was just a hopeless rebel lashing out at the world because he didn't get his way.
But they didn't understand him at all.
Hell, he didn't even understand himself most of the time. He did things without thinking, leaping before he looks. Sometimes at the end of the day he would look back and be awed by his own stupidity, and how much he let his anger and jealousy drive him. But it didn't stop. He would wake up the next day just as angry and jealous as before, wanting nothing more than to take hold of someone's throat and squeeze for all he was worth. Especially his throat.
Zander felt himself getting hot at the very thought of Nikolas Cassadine. That cold, arrogant bastard, the prince who always got his way. So noble and righteous, he even waited until marriage to sleep with Emily. To bad he wasn't the groom. Come to think of it, Zander and Emily never made love after they were married. His world was so ironic.
Zander thought he heard someone behind him. Turing, he expected to see Faith, but was instead greeted by the sight of a different blonde hunched over in pain.
~*~*~*~*~*~
It was late by the time Courtney reached the docks, and freezing. She clutched her coat around her and looked skyward. It was such a clear night. She tried to remember which constellation was in the sky this time of year. Capricorn, was it? Sighing, Courtney fingered the platinum band on her thumb. Smiling, she though of the first time she saw him wear it, right after Alcazar kidnapped her. She thought of their amazing wedding in France where she slipped the ring onto his finger before kissing him as her husband for the first time. God, why couldn't she get over him? Why couldn't she just accept that they could never be together?
Suddenly, pain tore through Courtney's head, making the migraines she had suffered recently seen like dull aches. Clutching her head, she let out an anguished cry.
Someone was running towards her. "Courtney!" he screamed.
"Jason?" a barley conscious Courtney asked, praying that it was her husband who was beside her.
"No, Courtney, it's Zander. What's wrong? Can you tell me? Courtney!"
But Courtney could no longer hear him. All she knew was the stars above her were blurring into one great light, before they turned into darkness.