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 12

~Kellys~

"I so do not understand this town," Rory grumbled when they walked through the courtyard to the door.

"What about it?" Jason asked.

"Well," She turned to face him, "It has it's own airport, train station, bus station, a major research hospital, captains of industries are headquartered here, there is a recording studio as well, and," She paused looking carefully around the empty courtyard before continuing on in a stage whisper, "I even hear they have the mafia here. But we had to drive for an hour last night for decent Mexican food, how weird is that?" She finished in her normal voice.

He smiled, "Well Port Charles is unique."

"I'll say, this place is weird, how long are we going to be here anyway? I'm not sure I like the effect this place has on you Morgan." She said wrapping her arms around his waist.

"What effect?"

"This early to rise side of you." Jason grinned, "I'm serious we've been here two days and you have woken me up early both days. I tell you I don't like it," she said with a yawn.

he laughed then, "You know you don't have to get up when I do. You can always go back to sleep."

"Yeah right, like I can sleep when you're not in bed with me," Rory grumbled, her eyes widening when she realized what she had said.

His hands tightened on her waist, but she kept her eyes at chest level and she tried to backpedal, "What I mean is…well I've gotten used to…I mean it's just."

"I can't sleep when your not here either," Jason said quietly interrupting her.

That got her attention, she looked up at him, and saw the serious look in his intense eyes mixed with something she couldn't or wouldn't define, "What does that mean Jason?" she asked quietly studying him.

"Rory,"

"Hey in or out people, you're blocking the way." A man's voice interrupted him. Jason glanced over glaring at the man, finally stepping back, pulling Rory with him, to make room for the man and two little girls.

The little dark haired girl made no move to follow the others into Kellys, in fact she seemed glued to the spot her eyes fixated on Rory. The little blonde girl came back and tugged on her arm, "Come on Lulu."

Unsure Rory smiled at the little girl, "Hey I think it's time to go inside kiddo."

Lulu gasped, "You're real!"

Jason stifled a groan when he realized Lulu was short for Leslie Lu Spencer, Lucky's sister.

"Well yes I'm real." Rory said crouching in front of the little girl, "You better go inside honey your daddy's waiting on you."

"He is not my daddy!" Lulu cried stamping her foot, "I don't like you no more." she said sticking her tongue out at Rory before running inside.

"Well that was lovely," Rory said staring after the little girl.

"Lulu is Lucky's sister." He said stuffing his hands in his pockets, his left hand brushing the photograph in his pocket. "Rory we need to talk about some things."

"Not now." She said focusing on him, "Food first Morgan." She wasn't ready to talk about what had almost had been said, or the whole Webber fiasco again.

"I don't know Tammy are you sure she just didn't have a slight resemblance to Elizabeth?" Bobbie Spencer asked picking up the coffee pot to make the rounds.

"I'm telling you Bobbie, she could be her twin, I don't know how Lucky is going to handle it. He looked shell-shocked yesterday."

"Aunt Bobbie," Lulu cried running up to her.

"Hey Lulu who are you here with?" Bobbie asked hugging her niece.

"Scott and Serena, but Elizabeth is here and I don't like her no more."

"Oh honey," Bobbie said with a frown, "You know that Elizabeth is gone, remember how Lucky explained that she was an angel in heaven now?"

"Nu-uh. She's outside and I don't like her." Lulu said shaking her head before running over to the table.

Bobbie shook her head her eyes going to the door when it opened, "Elizabeth!" The name came out in a high-pitched breathless squeak.

"See I told ya." Lulu said preening.

Rory saw the sickening situation unfolding again and decided to head it off. She focused on the obvious redhead and when the woman started to call her Elizabeth again she moved in for the kill. "Hi there," Rory said cheerfully crossing to the woman, interrupting her. "I'm Rory," the woman stared at her and opened her mouth again, "No don't worry about it will just sit at this table here," Rory gestured to a table, cutting her off again, "The strong silent type here will have coffee and I'll have juice. Can you believe he likes that stuff? I hear it just makes you hyper, can you imagine?" Rory paused studying the shaken woman, whose mouth was still open now in shock. "Well I can't, so I'll stick with juice, he says it's better for everyone else if I don't drink coffee anyway, now you go ahead and get our drinks and we'll just take these menus." Rory finished pulling the menu from Bobbie's lifeless grip, before settling at a table.

Jason sat down opposite her with a grin. "Run along now, we'll let you know when were ready." Rory said when she noticed the woman just standing there staring at her. Really would the woman not get a clue? Maybe those tight clothes she was wearing was cutting off the oxygen to her brain. Rory sighed in relief when the woman finally turned away. "What?" she asked when she noticed Jason's grin.

"You like doing that don't you?"

"What being mistaken for a ghost every time I enter a room, oh yeah it's one of my favorite things."

"No confusing people."

"Well I'm a firm believer in doing what you do best," she said with a smile.

"Jason?"

Jason turned and focused on Bobbie when she set their drinks in front of them. He smiled and stood quickly to give her a hug. Rory watched this her eyes going speculative, she knew he was not the demonstrative type, so she wondered who the woman was.

"Bobbie it's good to see you."

Bobbie, Rory ran the name through her memory bank, Michael's grandmother, Carly's mother, and his good friend.

"Jason it's so good to see you, does Carly know your back?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes I saw her yesterday, Bobbie this is my friend Rory Nichols." Jason said gesturing to Rory, who had gotten up to stand by him.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, Jason has told me some nice things about you," Rory smiled holding out her hand, "I'm sorry about before, I always get weird when I'm hungry."

"That's okay I was just caught off guard, your resemblance to a late friend of mine is remarkable, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Bobbie said staring at her again.

"No problem," Rory said dropping to her seat.

"What can I get you?"

Jason waited until Bobbie had taken their order and left, before pulling the photograph out of his pocket, and extending it to Rory face down. "There's something we need to talk about."

She glanced down at the photo then back at him, she made no move to take the picture from him "What would that be?"

"The situation with Elizabeth Webber." He said setting the picture face down on the table.

"There is no situation with Elizabeth Webber, the girl is dead, and certain people seem to think I look like her that's all." She said, wishing he would let it go. She didn't want to make a big deal out of this, not with him.

He sighed, "Rory it's more than just a few people, and now I know that there is more than just a resemblance."

"How do you know?" Rory asked uneasily.

"Yesterday Emily gave me a photograph of her and Elizabeth. Rory you do look a lot like her." He said softly covering her hand with his.

"How would you know, you don't see photographs?" Rory lashed out, uncomfortable with the feelings his words were raising in her. He immediately let go of her hand and pulled away.

"God Jason I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Instantly contrite she reached for his hand, lacing her fingers in his, "I'm sorry I lashed out at you, it's just we've only been here two days and I'm already sick of this. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you just spoke the truth." He said shortly, "Just look at the photo and tell me what you see."

She felt bad knowing she had hurt him, because she did not want to look at the photograph. She knew somehow that once she did everything would change. She stared at the photo, for a second before raising her eyes to his, "Jason I'm sorry," she said again her eyes unconsciously begging his not to push this.

"Rory just look at the photo," He said quietly, "It's only a picture, you have nothing to be afraid of." He finished pushing the right button.

"Who said I was afraid?" Rory asked, immediately reaching for the photo.

"Jesus." The word slipped out as she looked at herself. Well not herself but the mirror image of herself nonetheless. She glanced up at Jason with questions in her eyes.

"Apparently that was taken the night she died." He answered his eyes never leaving her face. He watched the color drain from her face, and saw the disbelief and fear reflected in her light eyes, when she bent her head to study the photograph again.

"Now you know why everyone reacts the way they do."

"Yeah," Rory murmured staring at the photo, of Emily and Elizabeth. It was so odd, to stare at a picture that was of you and at the same time wasn't you.

"Emily showed me the photo, but I put it together and I saw you. Judging from your reaction I guess I was right on the money." Jason said studying her, he wished he could have let it drop, but she needed to be prepared that these reactions would continue for as long as they were in town, "Rory are you okay?"

"Okay, yes I guess so, I just don't know what I'm supposed to say to this." She raised her head to study him, the confusion evident in her eyes, "I mean I'm sorry that she died, I'm sorry I look like her, but there's nothing I can do about it, so I don't know what you want me to feel."

"You feel what you feel. I just wanted you to be prepared, that this will go on for our entire time here. In fact it will probably be worse, as you venture into other places. Thanks," he said to Tammy and moved to make room for their food.

"Well how long are we going to be here? Originally you thought it would be a couple of days and then we would go on to New Zealand, has that changed?" Rory asked placing the photo face down on the table again, relieved that she was no longer staring at it.

"I'm not real sure, this is going to take longer than I thought, it might be a few weeks, or a month." He said quickly shoving some food in his mouth, hoping she would take the news good.

"A month?" Rory asked surprised, she didn't know if she could handle this place for a month, she didn't know if she could take it for a week.

"Yes, sooner if things fall in line. I'm sorry but I can't speed it up. You know you really should eat while it's hot." He gestured to her still untouched plate, Rory not eating was such a bad sign, he didn't dare mention moving into the penthouse yet.

"Why, hold it forget I asked that, but are you sure?" Rory asked quietly, she had a bad feeling that told her to get out of Port Charles as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry Rory, Sonny needs me here," Jason said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It's okay Jason, we'll stay for as long as it takes." Rory said quickly, knowing she would never ask him to turn away from Sonny, "A few weeks in upstate New York, how bad could it be?" She asked with a smile, that faded when she saw Lucky Spencer walk down the stairs and into the room, "I had to ask."