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A/N: So, this isn't really a full-fledged song fic, because I'm not using the complete song. There are just a few lines that I found especially poignant and felt the need to base a story around them.Summary: Tragedy strikes and brings to star-crossed lovers together in the process. But is it too little too late?
I Think God Can Explain 1/1:
There's a lot of things I understand,
and there's a lot of things,
That I don't want to know.
I was just going to the store. A simple task that gets performed by millions of people everyday, but somehow I managed to pick the exact worst time and location. I never even saw the car until it was too late. Even my cat-like reflexes couldn't save me from the screaming tires that moved over my body like it was just another bump in the road. Monica told me it was a drunk driver, a teenager out joy riding in his dad's Lexus. A fucking Lexus.
At least I think that's what she said. It's hard to decipher between consciousness and unconsciousness. Through squinted eyes, I see Sonny and Carly moving about the small cubicle that the hospital is trying to pass off as a room. Darkness overtakes and when I wake up again, Sam is there. Tears clouding her large chocolate brown orbs. She avoids making eye contact, instead choosing to focus all her energy on my hand. Rubbing it while she whispers words of solace more to herself then me. I briefly wonder why everybody seems so foreign. There's a familiarity to everyone's face, but no sense of acknowledgment. Before I can contemplate it any longer, the blackness returns and overtakes me in its dizziness.
But you're the only face,
I recognize, It's so damn sweet of you,
to look me in the eyes.
The bright light welcomes me when I force my eyes open one more time. Everything is the same as it had been before except for the blonde that sits on the corner of my bed. Her gaze is one of relief as she offers me a bright smile. I quickly realize that out of all my visitors, she's the only one with the courage to look me directly in the eye. I wonder if she sees the pain and inevitability of death that everyone else was too afraid to look for. There are unshed tears clouding over her baby blues, but she forces them back to the best of her ability.
Courtney slides up the bed closer until she is seated within arms length. She reaches out and lays her warm hand on my shoulder before she leans down to kiss me on the cheek and for that precise moment everything is as it should be. A comforting warmness finds it's way into my heart knowing that in my time of weakness she is there and there is no longer anymore pain.
The world seems bigger than both of us,
yet it seems so small,
when I begin to cry.
I can feel myself beginning to fade, but try my hardest to hold on. Her face becomes fuzzy in front of me and I'm numb to her touch. I don't know how to stop the room from spinning. Her voice comes to me like a gentle breeze willing me to fight with everything I have.
"I know Jason Morgan isn't going to let a pathetic thing like a car take him down," she's mocking me into consciencesness. "Come on, the only way the big bad enforcer is going to die is in a blaze of glory. A hail of bullets." Her tactic doesn't seem to be working because try as might I can stop the haziness. I want to be there for her, but everything is becoming dull and I am lost in a world that I never knew existed. The coldness sharpens my senses before everything begins to float.
Suddenly I am bystander watching her try and comfort the body that I am no longer a part of. I keep moving farther away, levitating in the air watching the horror unfold before me. Tears begin to form droplets behind my retinas but they don't fall. I can't force them out just like I can't ease the terror that quickly overcoming my ex wife.
"Jason…please?" It's a soft plea that sends me crashing back into the bed. I'm not sure how it happens, but with two single words it's as if she brought me back to life. I could never leave her when she needs me the most and some how I think God understands that.
I'm so much better than you guessed,
I'm so much bigger than you guessed,
I'm so much brighter than you guessed.
I stretch my arms out to here and she hesitates for a moment. I know she's worried about furthering my injuries, but ease her worries by letting small smile come across my dry lips. She slips in the carefully and that's how we stay until Monica enters a few hours later. She quietly goes about checking my vital signs and gives us an encouraging look before exiting. No doubt, off to tell Sonny, Carly and Sam about my miraculous recovery.
"You had me worried there for a second," she whispers softly and I just nod in agreement.
"I think I had myself worried."
"What made you come back? Because I saw it Jase and you were gone. It was like your spirit left or something…" I'm not sure how to answer that question. Do I say what's in my heart or do the smart thing and say what's in my head? Tell her that I wasn't ready to leave this world or say that I wasn't ready to leave her? Everything in my head screams that she's moved on and to let her, but there's that nagging voice that reminds me that she's the only reason I'm still alive.
"An angel brought me back," is the answer that escapes my lips and she seems satisfied with it and stands to leave.
"I'm sure Carly is chomping at the bit to get in here and see you…" she whispers reaching for the door.
"Courtney…"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." She raises a quizzical eyebrow before throwing me another one of those million dollar smiles.
"Do you know how many times you've pulled me back from the edge? I'm just glad I could do it oncefor you." I open my mouth to reply, but she cuts me off. "At least this time it seems as though love was enough for us." She exits the room, but I know deep down that she'll be waiting for the day that I return to her arms and I'll make it there sooner rather than later this time.
A/N: Kind of short, I know. I hope you enjoyed it all the same. Drop me a line.