What Could Have Been: The Choice

Hey everyone. Sorry for the wait in the updates. But I do need to thank you all for the reviews. This is just a shorter chapter, which is meant to make you all squirm just a bit more. Yes, I am a bad, mean person.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Boxcar

Morgan stood off to the sidelines. He rarely came out during the big crowds time of The Boxcar. Which was pretty much every night. For some reason, he felt the need to take a look around. Most likely Dillon would be back to drag him out.

Dillon was a good friend to him. But no matter how much the kid wanted him to move on, he never would. It was too hard to meet someone and then have them walk away, or walk away yourself. He wouldn't do that again. He almost regretted having met up with Dillon, because eventually something would go wrong.

He nodded to the bartender and kept eying the crowd. He never walked out of his shadow and he didn't intend to. He saw the same bartender speaking with a woman who had pointed his way. No doubt his employee was telling her that he never came out and she was stupid for trying. This happened almost every time he came out to the club.

The girl wasn't Elizabeth, so for that reason, he didn't want her.

Blonde spiked hair drifted through the crowd and Morgan knew it was Dillon. There was no mistaking it, because the person stopped to speak with half of the people between them. Dillon happened to be friendly to a fault.

Once Dillon was clearly in sight, it was obvious that his target was Morgan. If it was another attempt to get him out there, Dillon should have guessed it wouldn't be working.

"What?" he asked, harsher than he expected. But the mere thought of having the same conversation once again was making him mad.

But if Dillon minded, then he didn't let on. "Your office, now." For the usually talkative kid, it was pretty cryptic. Something more along Morgan's line.

Nevertheless, Morgan followed. If Dillon was that desperate to talk to him that the start of their conversation was only four words, then it was serious. Once they were safely tucked away from the chaos of the club, Jason restated his question, in a much less harsh tone. "What is it?"

"You'll never believe who just walked in the club, Mor." Dillon informed him quickly. The glint in his eyes worried Morgan, as that never meant good things. There was also worry there, something that was a bit more rare.

Shrugging to show his disinterest, "Am I going to care or is this some hot girl you're now in love with?"

"Both." Dillon stated, thinking back to the girl he'd met with Elizabeth. "One is the hot girl, the other is the one you'll be interested in."

The conversation was already old news. "Get on with it."

If Dillon thought he'd get more than passing interest at first, he was wrong. Which he knew would happen. Jason didn't much care about the outside people. "I swear to god, your Elizabeth just walked in."

Morgan sat down in his desk chair hard. There was no way. He'd had the strange feeling all night long, for a while actually. But that didn't mean that she was there. "You've, you've never even met her. How would you know."

"I know what she looks like Morgan. Besides, when I asked for her name, she said Elizabeth Hardy." Dillon smiled as the news sunk into Morgan. "Wasn't Hardy her Gram's name?" he questioned even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes." Morgan stated faintly. His heart rate had sped up and the urge to go out to see her was outweighed only by the urge to hide.

Judging from how Dillon's face looked, he'd already gathered that Morgan wouldn't be going out. "You're just going to sit here?"

Sighing sadly, Morgan merely nodded. "She thinks I'm dead."

"Okay, yes, she thinks that Jason Morgan is dead. But go prove to her that you're not." Dillon encouraged. When his friend said nothing, Dillon decided to leave him with a few words for thought. "Don't let yourself miss out on this. All you've ever wanted is sitting in this building."

He turned to go and walked out the door, but not before adding, "Jason, you need her."

The door closed, leaving Morgan alone. Would she even want to see him, if she knew that he'd lied to her once again?



Not very long or good. But, hopefully, the next one will be much longer! Please, review!