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Author's notes: A lot of the characters on GH will be in this fic, if you don't see them right away give me time. I like fic's with a lot of characters in them, so that is how I write them.

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What If…

Prologue

Author's Note: Lucky never "died" in the fire. He and Liz stayed together, graduated high school, and moved to New York, like they has planned.

~April 13, 2001~

Jason Morgan pulled his motorcycle to the side of the road, and took his helmet off to look down at the city spread before him. Port Charles was looming large and he wasn't quite ready to drive into town yet. It wasn't like him to reflect, or to let himself think about the past. But he needed a minute before he went on and started everything up again.

He smiled wryly at himself when he realized that he had missed Port Charles. Of all the places he had been and everything he had seen this place was still home to him. Except for a brief three weeks in August he had been away from Port Charles for over a year.

Shaking his head at the unusual melancholy he found himself in, he pulled on his helmet, and started his bike. Pulling back on the road to Port Charles he had a feeling that nothing was ever going to be the same again.

~Lucky~

Lucky Spencer walked through the wrought iron gates without seeing them. His mind as usual was focused on the past. His footsteps followed a path he had walked too many times in the past few years. He slowed coming to a bench he had placed here almost two years before. His hands clutched convulsively on the white roses he had brought, the roses he always brought.

He sat on the bench unmindful of the dampness as the rain began to fall again. Blindly he stared at the ground in front of him. A thorn from the roses had pricked him and his blood mixed with the rain and ran down his hand.

It had been two years, two years today, and yet it was still only yesterday, a minute ago that everything in his life had changed. He blanked his mind; he had become very good at that, and just stared.

Emily Bowen-Quatermaine walked up slowly behind Lucky. She was both relieved that she had found him, and sad that she had found him here.

"Lucky." She whispered softly placing her hands on his shoulders.

Lucky didn't move or respond, she knew he was lost in the memories. Sighing she walked around the bench and sat beside him and waited for him to come back to her.

Her eyes focused on what he was staring at. How many times had she stared at that headstone and wished the words would change?

Elizabeth Imogene Webber

Beloved Granddaughter and Friend

She left this world too young and with two hearts.

November 3, 1980 to April 13, 1999

~Jakes~

Jason walked into Jakes and immediately saw her behind the bar. "Hey Jake."

"Jason" Jake turned and smiled in pleasure, "how's my favorite sometime tenant?" Her hands were already getting him the beer she knew he wanted.

Jason took a long pull off of the bottle and flashed her a rare smile, "Doing good. You got a room?"

"Your usual is open." She said dropping the key on the bar. Well things were going to be interesting around here for a while, she thought watching him palm the key and head up the stairs.

Jason dropped his bags in the room and pulled out his cell.

"What" Sonny Corinthos voice growled into the phone.

"I'm here."

"I didn't expect you until tomorrow," Sonny's voice lightened somewhat when he recognized his best friends voice. He kept his voice casual but he was happy.

"Yeah, I got an early start. Has anything new happened?"

"No there's nothing new. Carly would you go upstairs this is business."

Jason smiled hearing Carly's less than quiet response to that request. "Does she know I'm back?"

"No" Sonny kept his answers brief very aware of his wife's glare and ever-eager eavesdropping ability.

"Any reason why she or anyone shouldn't know I'm back?"

"No this time, I need you to be conspicuous. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye." Jason closed his phone and sighed. He really hadn't felt like coming back here yet, but Sonny needed him, so here he was. He put the phone in his jacket and walked downstairs to play some pool.

~Penthouse~

"So who are you going to see tomorrow?" Carly barely let Sonny hang up before she pounced.

"Carly back off its business."

"Business right. It's that neurotic lawyer of yours Alexis isn't it?" Carly marched up to Sonny trying to read his eyes. Damn'it why couldn't she ever read his eyes?

"Carly, I said it was business. Let it go." He walked past her to the bar and poured a scotch. Hoping that for once his volatile wife would let it drop. He was prepared, however, to be disappointed, and he was.

"Let it go! All she has to do is break a nail and you're over there. I'm your wife and she sees you more than I do."

Sonny pinched his nose trying to block out her latest rampage.

"She wants you Sonny. You Sonny. Don't give me that crap about her being married, that doesn't matter she still wants you and you play right in her hands."

"Enough Carly." Sonny exploded, slamming the glass on the table, spilling its contents everywhere.

"Enough! Your right Sonny I have had enough." She yelled, storming past him and up the stairs.

That went well, Sonny thought sourly when he heard her door slam. Sighing he poured himself another drink.

~Cemetery~

"It just isn't right that she's dead." Lucky said breaking the silence.

"I know." Emily answered quietly taking his hand in hers.

"She was only 18, she didn't deserve this, to… to be caught up in a war that wasn't even her making." His voice broke off he kept seeing her the way she had been that last night.

"Lucky you can't keep doing this to yourself. You have to let her go. It's been two years. You need…"

"It was yesterday." He broke in yelling at her.

"No Lucky it's been two years since the explosion. Two years since she died. She wouldn't have wanted you to mourn her like this. You have to let her go," Emily argued, with tears streaming down her face. She prayed that this time she would get through to him. That tonight after all this time he would finally listen to her.

"Let Go! I'll never let go. She was my life. She still is my life. Even though she is gone she still has my heart." Lucky continued tearing into her, "You wouldn't know about that type of love or commitment. Your content to be someone's doormat and call it love. So don't you ever give me advice about love."

Emily reeled and watched Lucky storm away from her through the cemetery. Boneless she collapsed back on the bench. "Elizabeth he's broken without you," she whispered before breaking into sobs.

~Jakes~

Jason pocketed the money he took from a guy when he won yet another game. Briefly, very briefly he let himself remember another pool game. Still in the memory he jerked slightly when a hand slapped down a $20 on the table. That's what happened when you look backwards, he thought to himself, your caught unaware in the present.

Jason looked down at the twenty, then slowly raised his eyes over the frame of the woman standing next to him.

"$20 is the going rate, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Jason muttered, and felt his body tighten in response when she brushed by him to select a cue, from the rack.

"Well it's your table, going to break anytime soon?" she asked with laugh.

Her tone had him glancing at her, as he lined up the break. "Your awful impatient to lose your money." He shot back and opened the game sending two solids and one stripe into the pockets.

"Solids." He said with a smirk lining up his next shot.

He felt her eyes on him while he made the next two shots. He looked up in time to see her take a drink from his beer, she winked at him, and Jason looked back at the table. He tried a tricky combination and missed.

She walked to the table, which was littered with stripes. Smiling slightly she bent over the table and lined up her shot, then another and another. She went to move around the table for another shot, when she came up to him he didn't move out of her way.

"You're in my path." She told him, looking up at him with laughing blue eyes. He backed away slightly.

She bent over the table and made the next shot, backing up slowly so she brushed against him when she moved. Damn'it she did that on purpose, stifling a groan. Reluctantly he pulled his eyes off of her and focused on the game he was about to lose.

Lucky paused outside of Jakes, he needed to stem the memories. Lately the only way he could do that was to look at the world trough the bottom of a glass.

Jakes was crowded, but Lucky didn't notice his focus was on the bar. While he waited at the bar, he heard a woman's laugh. He tensed recognizing it. For the longest time after the explosion, he heard her voice, her laugh, or thought he saw her, he would rush towards her but she was never there. He refused to look anymore.

"Give me a boilermaker Jake, and keep them coming." Lucky said dispiritedly claiming a stool, keeping his back to the room. His mouth tightened when he thought he heard her laugh again.

~The Pool Table~

"You were saying something about me being in a hurry to lose money, but it seems to me I still have mine and soon will have yours too." She said with a smile and a laugh, "Eight ball corner pocket."

Jason watched her sink the shot, he shook his head and half sat, half leaned against the pool table, his back towards the door. She came up beside him and held out her hand for the money. He looked down at her hand then back to her dancing blue eyes. Shrugging he pulled out a twenty for her.

When he put the $20 in her hand, he felt the electricity spark between them. "Double or nothing?" he asked keeping his hand around hers.

She looked at him, and pulled her long brown hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. "How about we raise the stakes?" She asked with a smile.

Lucky paused with his drink halfway to his mouth his eyes glued to the mirror over the bar. It couldn't be. His breath was coming in little gasps, he focused on the woman by the pool table who was talking to man he could only see from behind. He heard Elizabeth's laugh again and realized it was coming out of her mouth. His vision began to go to black and fighting back the darkness he tried to even his breathing. Elizabeth her name screamed through his head as he registered her profile in the mirror.

"Well if you think you can't handle it. Maybe I'll find someone else who wants to play with me." She answered herself, when Jason just continued to look at her.

She shifted as if to move away from him, when quick as a snake Jason's right arm whipped out and slipped behind her back. He jerked her around so she was facing him, moving his leg out of the way so she was nestled between his thighs. With him mostly sitting they were almost height-to-height, she had time to take a quick breath and then they were mouth-to-mouth.

Even though he was braced for it the fire exploded in his blood, his mouth cruised over hers. There was no finesse or seduction here, just raw power and need. She matched his need with her own, wrapping her arms around his neck, and burying her hands in his hair. His right hand tangled in her mass of soft brown hair and he tilted her head changing the angle of the kiss to deepen it. His tongue slipped past her lips, into the warm, sweet, cavern of her mouth. There their tongues met, danced, and mated as they tasted one another. Did she moan or was it him? It didn't matter, she was here.

Lucky stared from the bar. He saw the man grab Elizabeth and kiss her, he watched her wrap herself around him and kiss him back. His hand tightened on the glass until it broke in his hand, and he never flinched, his eyes never left the mirror, where he was watching his fiancé, whom he thought was dead, kiss another. He was terrified if he turned to look that she would disappear.

Jason finally broke the kiss, when the throbbing inside of him became painful. He rested his head on hers trying to catch his breath. His heart was exploding, and there was a roar in his ears, that he was becoming used to. That roar was there every time he kissed her. His blood thickened every time he touched her.

"Morgan this does not look like New Zealand."

Her voice broke into his musings. With a wry smile he pulled back and glanced around the bar, "You're right not a kiwi in sight."

She sighed and tried to pull out of his embrace, he let her go slowly but only so far, he kept her between his legs his arms loosely around her.

"I thought you weren't going to come here with me."

"I didn't come with you Jason. I decided on my own to visit Port Charles, New York instead of New Zealand. It had nothing to do with you."

Yeah right, he thought before speaking, "Well I can see why you would choose the rain and snow of New York over the beaches of New Zealand."

"Can it Morgan." She was determined not to smile at him.

"I am glad you're here." He began in a serious voice, his eyes never leaving her face, he saw her expression soften, "I would have found it hard to sleep alone again. I've gotten used to a bed hog who tries to kick me out of bed every night."

"Jason!" She glared at him and swatted the back of his head pulling away from him entirely. She began to move around the pool table towards the bar, "Just for that Jason you can sleep on the floor." She shot back turning to look at him.

She turned around, and came to a sudden stop so she wouldn't run into a man who had just stepped in front of her. "Excuse me." She began, her smile fading when the man refused to move. She shifted to go around him and he mirrored her movements keeping in front of her.

Lucky stared at her. It was Elizabeth she was standing there less than a foot away. Her voice was the same, her eyes were the same, her body was the same, and god her face was the same flawless beauty it had always been. It was her she was finally here, back with him where she belonged. Elizabeth Webber was finally standing before him again. He vowed this time he would never let her go.

"Elizabeth." He whispered reaching out to touch her, to confirm that she was real.

"Whose Elizabeth? And Who are you?" she asked.