Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. The powers that be at General Hospital do. They just don't use them very well. There are some original characters in here as well.

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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…

Chapter 9

~Parking Lot~

Jason didn't answer A.J. he just stared at him and concentrated on holding on to his temper. A.J. was the only person in the world that could make him snap in less than 2 minutes, he hated that, but was unable to stop it.

"What, no words of wisdom from the golden boy? Come on Jason, I'm dying to know, how does it feel to be disposable to her, just like the rest of us that were crushed under her feet," A.J. taunted with a sneer.

"Go away A.J."

"Oh wait, she called you in a panic, begging you for help, needing you to save her again from me. And here you come riding to the rescue like the hero you like to think you are, to save Carly from yet another mess that she has in her life. What do you think Jason that if you save her again, she'll dump Sonny for you?"

Jason said nothing, he felt Rory's hand run over his back in an attempt to soothe him.

"After what she did to you too. I mean sleeping with and getting knocked up by your best friend, while she was claiming to be in love with you, and married to me," A.J. shook his head before continuing, "Yet you come back here, to help her out, acting like a hero, when your nothing of the sort, you're a thug, a criminal, a baby stealer, and a blackmailer, who destroys just like Carly," A.J. said stepping closer to Jason his temper overriding his sense at the moment.

Jason kept quiet knowing it would do no good to explain that A.J. had wrecked his life on his own.

"She knows I'm going to get Michael back, so she sends up an S.O.S. for you Jason. And what do you do, God you come running, to her rescue, Jason your brains really must be scrambled," A.J. pushed desperate to get a reaction from him "I mean I've been there, she's good in bed, hell it's what she does best after all, but…"

A.J.'s words were cut off when Jason reached out and grabbed his jacket yanking him closer, "Shut your mouth," he ordered coldly, before he shoved him away.

"Jesus A.J. don't you have a bottle to crawl into? I'm sure the worm is lonely without you." Rory couldn't hold back any longer, she was so mad at the way he was attacking Jason and Carly.

A.J. focused on her his eyes widening, "You're," he began, pointing at her.

"No I'm not, to many drinks have fried your brain cells" Rory interrupted, "Now run along all the winos should be at the mission by now."

A.J. glared at her, before focusing on his brother, "So you brought another tramp home with you, she must be great in bed too. I know you only have two types of women the saint like Robin or the whore like Carly, I can tell already that she ain't a saint so I guess that makes her a whore."

Jason hit him then sending A.J. to the ground, "You will never say that about her or Carly again." He said bending down to jerk A.J. to his feet, "You will never even speak to her again, do you hear me?" Jason ordered throwing A.J. back against a parked car.

Rory scanned the area and saw too many interested onlookers; onlookers who saw Jason throw the first punch. She moved in between the two men her eyes focusing on A.J., "Why A.J. I'm better than great in bed, I'm dynamite." She began stepping towards him "But you'll never know." She said straightening his coat and smiling at him seductively, "You see I like men." She continued running her hand over his face, "Not whiny little boys who blame everyone else for their miserable lives. So run along back to the playground little boy." She finished and tapped him on the face and laughing at him, before turning her back on him to face Jason "Ain't jealousy a bitch?"

"This isn't over." A.J. said.

"Talk to the hand, shorty, talk to the hand." Rory said never even glancing at him, when she heard him leave.

Jason kept his clenched fists in his pockets and tried to control the anger that A.J. always awoke in him.

She could see the temper and the threat of violence shimmering around him, begging to be released. His eyes were a darker, bitter blue, his stance tense like he was prepared to spring. She pushed her own anger aside and focused on calming him down in her own unique way.

"Man that boy is an idiot. Either he was dropped on his head one to many times as a kid, or all that alcohol he drinks finally found his way to his miniscule brain and killed what was left of the brain cells."

He kept his eyes on the car behind her, he couldn't speak yet, and he hated the fact that A.J. got to him.

"I always knew A.J. was an idiot." She went on beginning to pace in front of Jason, "I mean you were practically verbose when it came to him, so I knew he was something to you." She watched his eyes flicker to follow her movements, "But I didn't know until now that he was your Camilla, so now that I know that, your unusual talkiness on the subject of A.J. makes sense."

"I didn't talk about A.J. much." He interrupted listening in spite of himself.

"Jason your silences on the subject of A.J. spoke volumes, man it was a wonder I didn't go deaf." Rory came to a stop in front of him, "But I understand now, it's the Camilla factor."

"The Camilla factor?" He asked rubbing his hand over the back of his neck trying to ease the ball of tension that had formed there.

"Camilla Dixon, a little viper, that was the bane of my existence, all she had to do was walk in the room and I was ready to kill her." She answered beginning to pace again, her eyes sparkling with the memory, "She was in my class, and we fought, literally fought every day. We were sent to the principal's office daily. It got to be so bad that Mr. Wallace, the principal would come to look for us if we hadn't been there by noon. On those rare days it turned out one of us was gone."

She stopped suddenly and let out a laugh, "I broke her nose once, one shot and the blood went spurting everywhere. Got a 3 day suspension for that, but man was it worth it."

"How old were you?" Jason asked.

"First grade." Rory answered studying him from the corner of her eye, some of the tension was leaving him, and he was listening to her. That was a good sign.

"First grade, man what did she do to you? Steal your doll?" He asked surprised.

She walked up to him and poked him hard in the chest, "What did she do?" She repeated, poking him again "She was breathing." Exasperated with him, sometimes he was just so clueless.

He smothered a laugh, she seemed genuinely mad.

"So A.J. is you Camilla, and do you want to know what both of them really are?" She asked looking up at him.

"I'm afraid to ask."

She caught the reluctant humor in his voice, and refrained, barely, from doing a happy dance, it had worked, "They're bugs on the windshield." She stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jason did smile then, "Really, how so?"

"Well when you drive a car, bugs like to commit suicide by creaming your window, it's no big deal most of the time. But sometimes, you get a really big and juicy bug, and when they hit your window, they leave a hell of a mess. Those are the ones that make you stop the car to clean your windshield, and when you forget about them, and it get's baked on there, their the ones that take forever to get off. A.J.'s an idiot, who likes to leave messes in other peoples lives and waits for others to clean it up. But you see once you clean up the mess then you get rid of him, just like a bug on a windshield. So in truth A.J. might be a little bit bigger, but he's still a bug, and eventually they all get squished." Rory finished and leaned back against her car, watching him.

He smiled at her, somewhere during her rambling monologue, the anger had disappeared, just like he was sure she had intended.

He crossed to her and put his hands on her face drawing her to him bending slightly to kiss her. The kiss was burning in its sweetness, his lips on hers in a feathery caress that rocked her down to her toes. It was a kiss that demanded nothing yet expected everything in return it was pure and potent. He broke the kiss and dropped another on her forehead before moving to his bike and getting on it.

"W-what was that for?" Rory managed finally.

Jason paused in the act of pulling on his helmet and shrugged, "Because you were breathing."

She swallowed hard watching him ride away, she was going to have to remember this breathing thing. Her eyes were drawn then to a figure drawing closer that was waving at her. She squinted at the figure and drew Lucky Spencer into focus. No this was to perfect of a moment to have it ruined by him, she turned quickly and got into her car. She started the engine with a powerful roar and began heading towards the outlet.

Lucky jerked to a halt, so she didn't run him over when she tore out of the parking lot and fishtailed her way onto the road. He couldn't help but smile, the first time he ever rode with Elizabeth, she had managed to drive them off the road. It looked like her driving skills hadn't improved.

~Jakes~

Carly walked down the steps and reentered the bar frustrated that Miss Thang was not in residence upstairs. She saw one new arrival a woman by the pool table. Carly studied her, she was petite, with long dark hair, she watched the woman execute a tricky combination to win the game, and then hold out her hand for the money grinning triumphantly. No Carly thought that couldn't be Miss Priss Rory.

Rory looked up from the pool table and noticed the taller well dressed blonde studying her "Wanna play?" She asked, always on the look out for another mark.

"I'm waiting for someone," Carly answered.

"While you wait then? I'll take it easy on you, we can play slop rules," Rory offered with a smile racking the balls.

Carly thought about it, it had been a long time since she had played any pool, and she thought she could take the brunette down a peg or two in the process, slop rules indeed, "Why not?" She said selecting a cue, "But usual stakes."

"Okay." Rory nodded, she could always use some more cash, and Blondie here looked like she could afford to lose it.

"Your table, your break."

Rory broke quickly and sent a solid into the pocket, "So who are you waiting for your boyfriend?"

"No a little tramp," Carly answered bitterly.

Rory glanced at the woman lining up her shot, she noticed the wedding ring, "Oh so she's your husbands girlfriend?"

"What?" Carly cried, "No my best friend has some little viper clinging to him, and I'm here to get rid of her."

"Is she that bad?" Rory asked trying a two-bank combination and missed.

Carly scanned the pool table for her best shot before continuing, "Yes, my friend is the sweetest man in the world, but he has absolutely no sense when it comes to women."

"Most men don't," Rory said taking a swallow of her soda, "So what did she do?"

"I don't know, I've never met her, specifically."

"Then how do you know she's a viper?" Rory asked perplexed.

"Because I know my best friend, he likes a certain kind of woman, one with a saint complex. One of those girls who knows what is right for everyone else and then tells them so." Carly began getting fired up, "One of those goody goody types with their butter won't melt in my mouth crap, as they turn around and stab you in the back the moment your vulnerable," the image of Robin entered her mind and she missed her next shot.

"Oh one of those fake girls. Man I hate people like that, Telling you to do something because it's for your own good while they do the opposite, I've met plenty of hypocrites like that, sounds like your friend definitely needs your help." Rory said moving to the table.

"Yeah, everyone knows about me and the damage I cause, I don't try to hide it. This girl hides that she's a bitch, and instead cries out help me I'm a victim, all the while causing more damage than I ever could." Carly knew she was mixing Rory with Robin in her mind. Condemning Rory to be another Robin before she had even met her, but she knew the only reason Jason would try to hide her was if she was like Robin.

"People like that suck, I'm no angel, but I'm up front about it. I hate twits like that who lie. I wish you luck on getting the little tramp away from your friend but I don't think you'll need it," Rory smiled when she sank another ball.

"I won't little Miss Goody Goody Muffin Face won't know what hit her."

Rory laughed looking at the blonde, "Goody Goody Muffin Face man that's good."

Carly laughed, "Well I can already see her, you see I know his type, she'll be petite, with big eyes and long dark hair, she probably looks a lot like you just without the attitude.

"Hey I don't have a muffin face," Rory retorted glaring at her.

Carly studied her, "No you don't but you do look awfully familiar to me, have we met?"

Rory's eyes widened, it was going so well, "I get that a lot." Especially in this town, "I guess I just have one of those faces." She finished with a smile, hoping the blonde would let it go.

Carly shrugged, it would come to her eventually, "No you don't have a muffin face, she will and those big eyes will bat up at him all the while crying help me Jason, save me from the wicked witch Jason," Carly finished with a laugh, "And Jason being the sweetie that he is won't realize she is playing him."

Rory's cue stick slipped and the cue scraped the white ball sending it a few inches down the table, when she heard the name Jason.

"Chalk helps." Carly offered dryly bending over the table to make a shot.

Rory studied the blonde whom she now knew was Carly Corinthos. She was very pretty, and formidable like Rory knew she would be. She was also going to be pissed off when she realized whom she was playing pool with, Rory smiled at that thought.

"Damn." Carly muttered when she missed, she needed to play more often she was out of practice.

"Carly can I see your cue for a minute?" Rory asked holding her hand out for the stick.

"Sure." Carly handed her the stick, watching the woman lean it against the wall behind her, "Wait how do you know my name, have we met?"

Good now that's out of reach, Rory turned to answer Carly's question. "No we have never met Carly, although I feel like I know you, and it is obvious that you do not know me. I'm Rory Nichols, a.k.a. Goody Goody Muffin Face." Rory offered her hand with a smile.

"What?" Carly exclaimed.