Disclaimer: I don't own anything. The characters belong to GH and the song "Remember When" belongs to Alan Jackson

A/N: I know that I should be working on Last Train Home and Caught in a Jar, but these songs fics keep popping into my head. I have been working on LTH and CIJ and should have new chapters out within the week. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated.

Summary: Set way in the future. Jason examines the pivotal points in his relationship with Courtney. Jason's POV

Remember When:

Remember when I was young and so were you
And time stood still and love was all we knew
You were the first, so was I
We made love and then you cried
Remember when

I can still remember the first time I set eyes on her. Of course, at the time she was Courtney Quartermaine, but we both knew that wouldn't last long. All it took was one of her thousand watt smiles and I was hers for life. Our relationship started off professional, but soon changed into something way more personal. I was her protector and she was my savior. I shudder to think of what I would have become if she didn't come into my life at that exact moment, probably be dead or in jail. Courtney awoke feelings within me that I never knew existed after the accident. When I was with her, I could love again and it made me complete. Once she left A.J. all bets were off and I knew that someway we would end up together.

It seems like a lifetime ago when we had our first real date. She made dinner and before I could stop myself, we were lying in bed together. I watched a few silent tears roll down her cheeks as she curled up closer to me. She once told me that it was the first time she had been with someone that loved her completely and I have it to admit it was the same for me. Sleeping together on our first date may have been hasty, but it was uncontrollable. When I am with her I lose all inhibitions and clear judgment.

Those first months of our fledgling relationship are what I cherished the most. We were so blinded by each other that not much else seemed to matter. I had never been so infatuated and savored every moment of it. As cliché as it sounds, she made me want to be a better person. I never understood how people could change for the ones they love, but she made me realize that there was nothing I wouldn't do to keep her by my side.

Remember when we vowed the vows
and walked the walk
gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when

Marriage seemed like the next logical step. After months of fighting Sonny and every other obstacle that was thrown our way, there was nothing more I wanted to do than make her my wife. I have participated in quite a few weddings and have never seen a prettier bride or a more beautiful ceremony. It wasn't anything elaborate, because she never was the type of person who wanted huge and fancy things. It was just me and her making promises in a vineyard in Paris with our best friends looking on. There was a light emanating from her and it was captivating. I remember every moment of that day as if it happened only a few hours ago.

We returned home so in love and sure that there was nothing that could tear us apart, but then life got in the way. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times, so to speak. When things were good, they were amazing, but when things were bad, they were downright unbearable. I watched as she slowly withered away until she was unrecognizable. The miscarriage coupled with the drug habit was wearing her down until there was nothing left but a shell of the woman I once knew. It was discouraging to watch the downward spiral and know that there was nothing I could do. I was unprepared for that type of situation. It's ironic that I couldn't save the one person who saved me.

However, we continued on with or sham of a marriage. Everyday we grew farther and farther apart until neither of us could take it any longer. I don't blame her for wanting out, but I do blame myself for not putting up much of a fight. Things were so complicated back then; we went back and forth for months about the divorce. I wanted to give her everything and she wanted nothing, kind of like our marriage. All she ever truly wanted was me, but at that time I was unable to give that.

When I finally came to my senses, it was too late. Courtney had saved me again, only this time I did not want her help. I was stubborn and saw her act of protection as betrayal. I signed the divorce papers and told her to get out of my life and just like that our whirl wind romance was over, or so I thought.

Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged
We came together, fell apart
And broke each other's hearts
Remember when

It came as a shock to me when I heard about Alan. Sam had just had the baby and left town for some unknown reason. Then I got a call from a hysterical Emily. The only words that I could make out were "massive heart attack" and "gone". I felt a coldness come over my body and without thinking twice, I grabbed Emma and headed over to the one place that I felt safe.

Courtney didn't seem surprised to see me, but offered me in and took the cooing baby from my rigid arms. I watched her throw a deadly glare at Jax, who seemed cemented in his place staring me down. She must have told him to go home, because next thing I know we were alone in the apartment. Emma was resting peacefully in her arms as she prepared a pot of coffee. She never once asked if I was okay, because she knew me better than that. I watched carefully as she placed my daughter down on the chair and took a seat next to me on the couch with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Black with two sugars, right?" She whispered offering me the steaming mug. I nodded, but was still unable to speak. She waited patiently for me to finish the beverage before taking it from my hands and leaving the room to put it in the sink. It seemed like hours before she returned and reoccupied her seat. She seemed hesitant to wrap her petite arms around my bulky frame, but did so anyways. I immediately relaxed in her embrace as she rubbed soft circles on my back. I couldn't be sure how long we sat there like that, it could have been days for all I know, but she never once complained nor did she say anything at all. It was surprising that even though I wasn't there in her time of need, she dropped everything to be there in mine.

She held my hand through the wake as well as the funeral, only leaving my side to take care of Emma. I watched the love in her eyes as she took care of my baby girl and I hated Sam for taking motherhood for granted. She had left with some lame excuse like "she couldn't handle the responsibility of taking of another life," I didn't think she would ever come back nor did I really want her to. Courtney was being the mother that Emma deserved, not that I had any right to ask her to come and help me raise the child.

It turns out that I didn't even have to ask, because Courtney could sense that I wasn't ready to handle a child on my own. She stopped by the Penthouse whenever possible to visit with Emma and helped out with simple everyday tasks that I was unequipped to deal with. She was a babysitter, a confidante, and quickly replacing Carly as my best friend. She tried her best to keep Jax away, but there were times when he followed her to my house. I didn't say anything, because she was doing favors for me, but it broke my heart every time I saw Jax wrap his arms around her and place a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

It finally came to the point where I could no longer take it anymore and in a moment of weakness, I swept her up in the most passionate kiss I could muster. She was hesitant at first, but then quickly pulled away while placing a swift slap across my cheek. She walked away and didn't return for quite awhile. I remember the feeling shock when she showed up on my doorstep a few weeks later, a mixture of worry and passion clouded her clear blue eyes. She took one step in before getting up on the tip of her toes and placing her soft lips on mine in one of the tenderest kisses I had ever had the pleasure taking part in.


Remember when the sound of little feet
was the music
We danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we'd never give it up
Remember when

"I'm pregnant," she said as the corner of her lips turned up into a smile. It had been about a year since she kissed me and things had changed so drastically. She moved back in and then we remarried, determined to make things work between us. She was the mother that Emma needed and now she was going to be a mother to another child, our child. She was absolutely beaming when I reached down and place a gentle hand on her stomach.

Dr. Meadows explained the high risk of the pregnancy, but Courtney was sure that she could handle it. I don't think I let her out of bed for most of the pregnancy. Carly tried to persuade me that Courtney "really needed to go baby shopping", but that was out of the question. She must have been ready to kill me once she reached her ninth month, but it didn't really matter to me as long as I was sure that her and our child were safe.

Jayson Michael Morgan was born February 20, 2006. Courtney had insisted on naming the baby after me and Sonny, even though I thought it was too generic. She compromised by spelling it "Jayson" instead of "Jason", so that we could just call him Jay. It was beyond me to argue with her, because like Sonny, once she had her mind set on something there was no changing it. Emma was a little over two years old when we brought Jay home and was ecstatic to have a playmate. Courtney finally had the family she deserved and I was happy to be the one that gave it to her.

We hit a rough spot soon after Jay turned a year old. I can't even remember what happened exactly, but I do know that she packed up the kids and left for a week. It was the longest week of my life and I badgered Carly everyday for their location. Carly was never good at keep secrets and she soon gave up on trying to hide my family from me. I was surprised to find that she had gone back to Atlantic City and was staying with Janine; after all she was no longer very close with her mother. I camped out in the hallway of the small apartment building for days before she would agree to see me. It was more out of pity than anything else when she took a seat on the floor next to me and listened to my explanation. It took hours of apologies and even a few tears for her to return home with me, but she did. As she put it "I'm doing this because the children deserve a family and I know that we can give them one." That was the last fight we ever got into, because I was determined not to make her regret our marriage.

Remember when thirty seemed so old
Now lookin' back, it's just a steppin' stone
To where we are,
where we've been
Said we'd do it all again
Remember when

I walked into the dark Penthouse trying to figure out why no one was home, but I soon heard the rustling and soft giggles. The lights flicked on a round of late "surprises" filled the air. The living room was filled with family and friends, Courtney stood in the center with thirteen year old Emma and eleven year old Jay on each side. Her face was lit up like a Christmas tree and I shook my head in mock annoyance.

"What? Forty-five is a big deal," she explained innocently.

"No it's not. It just means I'm old," I shot back good naturedly.

"Such a party pooper," she grumbled. I saw nineteen year old Michael leaving the kitchen with cake in hand as fifteen year old Morgan cleared a path through the sea of people. A chorus of "Happy Birthday" began and I was sure that my cheeks were turning red as I eyed my wife, who was signing the loudest.

Once the candles were blown out and I was finished thanking everyone for coming, I searched for Courtney. She was sitting on the sofa laughing joyously with Carly and I took in a moment to look her over. The years had been good to her, she was even more beautiful than the twenty two year old girl I fell in love with. Her long blonde hair had been cut to her shoulders and dyed a light brown, which to me was more appealing. She still had the same petite frame and captivating baby blue eyes.

"Hey! There's the birthday boy!" Courtney laughed as she pointed to me a few feet away. I walked over with a look deviousness on my face.

"You just wait and see what I'm planning for your birthday, babe." She grinned but didn't say anything as she kissed me softly on the lips.

"Get a room," Emma muttered as passed by her parents in slight disgust.

"Love you too, Emmy…" Courtney called after her. "So, how does it feel to be the big four five?"

"You love rubbing it in, don't you?" I growled, which elicited a bat of her eyelashes.

"I got something for you," she whispered tugging my sleeve in the direction of our bedroom.

"Now sweetheart, don't you think it's rude to leave all of our guests," I wagged my eyebrows suggestively and was met with a hard slap in the stomach.

"Get your mind out of the gutter," she ordered shoving the door to our bedroom open. I watched her rifle through the drawers until finally coming up with a thin wrapped box. She passed it to me and I could see the anxiousness in her eyes as she waited for me to open it. When she decided that I was moving to slow, she took the box back and ripped the "Happy Birthday" wrapping paper herself.

"Hey!" I yelled in fake anger and she just smiled.

"Well, if you would hurry up and open it!" Deciding to do as I was told I pulled the top off and began searching through the mound of tissue paper. I finally found the photo album and looked at her quizzically. She prodded me to open the book and on the first page I found photos of us looking happy and young. As I leafed further through, I saw vacation, family, and baby pictures. Some had Sonny, Carly and the boys in them, but most were of our immediate family. Jay's second birthday, Emma's first day of school, our first wedding as well as our second were all placed in strategic order along with other memento's that made up our lives together.

"Do you like it?" Her eyes searched mine for some sort of confirmation. I nodded leaning forward to kiss her passionately on the lips.

"I love it," I whispered in between kisses and she giggled softly.

"Remember the guests, Jase." She pushed herself up off the bed and towards the door. "Plus, there will be plenty of time later. Carly and Sonny are taking the kids for the night." She grinned before returning to the party. I looked down once more at the album. It was a life that most people would kill for and I was lucky enough to call it my own.

Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won't be sad, we'll be glad
For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when

We sold the Penthouse soon after Jay graduated college. He was living in Boston now, working with some powerful law firm. Go figure, Jason "the enforcer" Morgan's son was an attorney, there's that irony popping up again. Emma was an actress; she always did have a flare for the dramatics.

Sam had come out of the woodwork soon after their daughter hit it big. It wasn't a shock to anyone, but Courtney took it extremely hard as Sam tried to steal her spot in Emma's heart. Their daughter seemed unaffected by it, though. She let her biological mother con her way into her life, but never took her too seriously. "She may biologically be my mother, but you're my mom." She once told Courtney and wasted no time in explaining that fact to Sam, who seemed unfazed by the comment. She continued to force her way into Emma's career and it took almost losing everything for Emma to finally tell her to take a hike. They hadn't heard from her since. Sonny and Carly moved to the island once the boys began their own families. The Morgan/Corinthos clan reunites once a year, which is more than enough.

"What are you thinking about, babe?" Courtney enters the balcony in a flowing white sundress. Paris does get hot around this time of year.

"Oh, I'm just thinking…" I reply watching as she takes a seat on the arm of my chair. I snake my hand around her waist, pulling her into the chair with me.

"Emma just called. She said that she is taking the first flight to Boston tomorrow and then she and Jay are going to fly out here together. She's bringing a boy with her," Courtney rushed the last part out and my eyebrow immediately rises. "At least, she is bringing this one home."

"This one?" I ask in surprise.

"Come on, Jason! She's twenty-five! Are you really that naïve to think that she's never had a boyfriend?" She laughed.

"My baby girl does not date and if she did than I would know about it," I try to reassure myself, but the soft giggling beside me is not helping. "I would!"

"Oh yeah, of course you would," The blonde nods in agreement trying desperately to keep from breaking into hysterics. A comfortable silence envelopes us and I pull her a little tighter into my chest. It seems surreal that our twenty eighthth wedding anniversary is right around the corner. After all the tumultuous years our relationship has endured, it feels good to be able to enjoy our so called "golden years" together. I know that she misses Port Charles and all the times we had there with the kids and Sonny and Carly across the hall. We promised ourselves that would we remain upbeat, though. Growing old isn't the most exciting thing in the world, but it's worth all the memories.

Our marriage may not have started out perfect, but it sure ended up that way and I wouldn't change all the hardships for anything. I feel her lean up and kiss me softly on the corner of my mouth.

"I love you," she whispers before laying her head down and closing her eyes. Yeah, I definetly wouldn't change my life for world.

Remember when
Remember when