Author's note – Okay…while I know I'm supposed to be working on In the Aftermath and Blue Eyed Baby this fic hit me and demanded attention…since it is a holiday fic the goal is to have it finished by January and move back to my other stories. In other notes, this fic is completely AU, so don't hit me when it comes to the pairings, please…
Holly and Ice
Prologue
Despite several inches of snow upon the ground the city of Port Charles, New York was bustling as only a small town can when a holiday is near. Looking around the town in which she had been raised Elizabeth Imogene Webber felt a sense of pride. Despite the town's many problems, each year when Christmas drew near the citizen's of Port Charles put aside their differences to celebrate the holiday in grand style. Main street was ablaze with light, every store front twinkling with multicolored Christmas lights and strands of white lights crisscrossing above the street. Looking down the street she could see the town's Christmas tree, standing tall in the small plaza where Main Street ended and the docks began.
Feeling a slight tug on the hem of her sweater Elizabeth looked down and met her niece's gaze. With curly blond hair and chocolate brown eyes Thea looked more like her father, Steven, than her mother, Carly. Bending down to Thea's level she wasn't surprised by the five year olds request. Thea wanted to go see Santa and sit upon his lap. Taking her niece's hand Elizabeth began the long process of moving through the holiday crowd to the base of the Christmas tree, where Santa sat.
Looking out his Penthouse window Jason Alexander Morgan could only shake his head, though in disgust or annoyance he would be hard pressed to say. Every year the people of Port Charles committed the same grievous sin in his eyes, they spent too much time, money and effort on Christmas. To him Christmas was nothing special, just another excuse to spend money, time, and effort on that which was unimportant.
Still looking out at the city below him, he didn't flinch when the sound of breaking glass filled the air, nor when a door slammed so hard it rattled the 3ft vase in the entryway. Instead he took another drink of Vodka and nursed past pain.