A/N: Hey y'all. ( I tried pulling of y'all, I'm not sure if I can really do it, but oh well.) Here is another chapter of my lovely story for my lovely readers.
Seth Cohen's girlfriend- Thank you for your review. You seem very determined that Jason didn't do it, and that's a good thing : ). I'm glad you like my story!
middiegurl08- Ranting is always good. It's nice to know that people are so in to my story. Sonny is a pighead, but what can we do about him? Here's the good Jourtney you've been waiting for, and just remember not to cut in the Durant punching line, it pisses off the other Journey fans (namely me) : )
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Chapter 9- Perfect
A smile uncontrollably appeared on his face.
"Jason!" she called out, and ran into his arms, laughing as he caught her and spun her around in his arms.
"I missed you so much" he told her once he had put her down.
He led her over to the couch and the two sat there in each other's arms as the plane took off, leaving Port Charles and all of their other troubles behind them.
"You look so worn" she said, putting one hand on his cheek.
She was able to feel the stubble that had grown in since yesterday morning when he shaved for the trial. She looked her husband over, looking at each body part that seemed so tattered. His eyes looked almost hollow, and although his black eye and swelled down, they were still puffed out and red from lack of sleep. His hair was a mess, and he still had the faintest line on his cheek from the scratch. He had lost a lot of weight and was looking emaciated. The skin on his wrists looked red and almost inflamed from wearing a pair of handcuffs for hours on end. He was sitting slumped on the couch, and she could tell he was exhausted.
"I feel worn" he said softly, pulling her over so she was leaning on his chest.
"Let's get you out of this" she said, pulling on his prison shirt and outfit.
He gladly mumbled an affirmative, but he found himself too tired to move.
"Maybe after a nap" he mumbled instead, closing his eyes.
She smiled at him, a very bittersweet smile. She kissed his cheek, and then his forehead, and got up from the warmth of his body. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then removing the white wife beater he wore underneath. She marveled for a second at his perfect physique before kissing his bare chest. He smiled at her, his eyes still closed. Next, she removed his shoes, and then his pants. He was just sitting there in his boxers, half asleep. She smiled at him again and then took out a pair of jeans of his from the bags of his clothes she had packed. She slipped them on him, and he slightly cooperated although, Courtney noted with a shiver, thatit was like dressing a corpse.
"This is very backwards" he mumbled.
"What do you mean baby?" she asked softly, running her hands through his hair.
"Normally, you're undressing me, not dressing me" he said, causing her to laugh.
"There will be plenty of time for that later" she answered, pressing her lips to his.
She pulled a black t-shirt over his head but left his feet bare. Kicking off her own shoes, she tucked her legs under her body and leaned back onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and the two fell into the most peaceful sleep they both had gotten since this whole nightmare had begun.
Their calming sleep was interrupted hours later by the captain telling them they had arrived at their destination. Jason was awoken from the announcement, but Courtney wasn't. Looking down at her, he noticed that she looked exhausted. Kissing her temple, he eased their seatbelts on them without waking her and the plane landed. A few men came and helped with the bags once they reached the ground, and Jason picked Courtney's still sleeping form up. The men led them onto a boat, and dropping the bags, they left the young lovers alone. The boat sped off of the mainland and toward the private island where they would be staying. As the boat sped along, Courtney stirred for a second, but when she found herself in the comfort of Jason's arms, she promptly fell back into a deep slumber. He hugged her closer to him, thinking of the time they had spent apart and how miserable they both had been.
Jason carried Courtney into the house, just glad to be holding her in his arms again. He placed her down on the couch and surveyed his surroundings. The house was small, but cozy. There would be plenty of space for just the two of them. Jason had paid the men who had helped well, ensuring that they wouldn't sell them out to any pesky cops looking for them. Jason sat down next to Courtney and silently stroked her hair for a few minutes. He felt guilty for putting her through all of this. For making her have to go on the run. He sighed and got up from the couch, carrying their bags to the bedroom. He pulled down the covers on the bed and then retrieved Courtney, putting her in the bed. Knowing that she liked to sleep in his boxers when it was this hot out, he pulled a pair out of the suitcase and exchanged her jeans for them. He slipped her shirt and bra off of her, and put a tank top from her bags on her. He pulled up the covers and kissed her goodnight before stripping down to his boxers himself and getting into bed. They snuggled up next to each other, and for the first time in a long time, Jason and Courtney Morgan slept together in the same bed.
Jason awoke the next morning to a cold bed. He tossed and turned, tired but unwilling to continue to sleep without her next to him. He sat up in bed and stretched out with a yawn. He was pleased to see that he was no longer in a cold prison cell. Getting out of bed, he went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth before heading into the main part of the house.
He smiled at the sight he saw. Courtney was standing there, cooking him breakfast. It was a simple thing, but she made it beautiful. The sun was streaming in through the windows, bathing her in its brilliant light. It bounced off of her hair, making it sparkle. She was still in the tank top and his boxers, except she had rolled them at the waist so that they were shorter on her. Every now and then, she would brush her hair off her face, and he got to see her perfect arm sway with the motion. Unable to look at her without touching her any longer, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from the behind. He bent his head down and kissed the part of her chest that was exposed by the low-cut tank top. She smiled at his gesture and put one hand on the side of his head to show him that she loved his little kisses. She closed her eyes and bent her head back, just basking in his touch.
"This is nice" she murmured.
"Yes, it is" said Jason, finally coming up for air.
Courtney put down the spoon she was holding and swung around so that she was facing him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He grinned at her and picked her up by the butt cheeks, causing her to squeal a little in delight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he bent her backwards over the island in the middle of the kitchen, laying passionate and intense kisses anywhere that her flesh was exposed.
"Jase, I need to get back to breakfast" she said through labored breaths.
Both of them were hot from each other, but Courtney reluctantly pulled away.
"Breakfast can wait" he tried, but she just smiled at him and hopped down off the island. She picked up a knife and went back to chopping and dicing. He was about to take the knife from her hand and pick her up again when he was interrupted by the shrill ring of his cell phone. Although he would never admit it, he actually missed the sound of that over the past few weeks. But he decided it was only because the cell phone meant he wasn't in prison; although with it, he was hardly a free man, subject to Sonny's beck and call. He went back into the bedroom and grabbed the phone, answering it with his usual greeting.
"Morgan" he said, looking at the caller ID first.
It was surprise, surprise, Sonny.
"Did you both get there safely?" asked Sonny
"Yup, we're both fine" he answered tensely.
He was still upset that Sonny didn't believe in his innocence.
"Your escape caused quite an uproar. Durant's making it his personal mission to get every cop on duty at the time fired, citing negligence. He's got every officer and dog in Port Charles searching for you. He's already questioned ninety-nine percent of this town"
"What about Courtney?"
"Believe me; her disappearance didn't slide off of Durant's radar. He's searching for her too, 'cause he knows that if he finds her, he finds you. So be careful man. I don't want to see my sister hurt"
Jason really wanted to say in the most bitter and sarcastic tone he could muster'thanks for caring about me Sonny' but instead he said "don't worry, I wont get us caught. I wouldn't put Courtney through that, and besides, there is no way in hell that I am letting Durant drag me back to captivity. Being chained up for a month was more than enough, thanks"
"Good. I just don't want you to put my sister in any harm. How's your relationship taking all of this?" he asked.
"Courtney knows that I didn't do it. So it's fine"
"Look man, I'm trusting you to be respectful of my sister, got it?" warned Sonny.
This was the breaking point for Jason. It was bad enough that he didn't believe him, but now he was inches away from accusing him of hurting Courtney.
"Sonny, enough! I would never hurt Courtney in a million years. I would never do anything remotely disrespectful of her, and for you to even accuse me is just the perfect example of how little you support me. Is this all about Courtney? I know you weren't thrilled with our relationship in the beginning, but I thought you accepted it! Are you just using this rape thing as an excuse to get her to leave me? To keep us apart!" he yelled into the phone.
"Jason, I would never want to keep you two apart. I sent her down there, right? I have gotten used to the idea of you two as a couple, and I would like to keep it that way. And I do support you man, you're my best friend, but Jason, the evidence…"
"Screw the evidence! I didn't do anything. And I am so sick of everyone in that town looking at me with disgust. I thought I could at least count on my family to support me. But even you and Carly think I'm some sort of monster. Right now, Courtney is the only person I can rely on! And for you to even suggest that I would do something hurtful to her makes me beyond angry Sonny! She is my life, and right now, she's the only reason I don't just give up on everything"
"Jason, calm down, don't get so mad" he answered, trying to calm down his friend.
"Whatever Sonny. I have to go" he said, hanging up the phone before Sonny even had a chance to say anything back.
Jason sat down on the bed and stared at the pictures Courtney had brought. It was her little quirk. She always brought pictures with them, everywhere she went. There were pictures of Sonny and Carly and the boys, and of course, her and him. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his hands. He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chin rested on his shoulder.
"I heard your conversation. Baby, I am so sorry that Sonny is being like this" she said, kissing his cheek.
He reached up behind himself and put his hands on her. She swung around so that she was sitting on his lap and looking straight into his baby blues.
"Your not…afraid of me at all…are you?" he asked, afraid to hear her answer.
"Of course not Jason" she said with a big smile. She put one comforting hand on his chest and said "I don't think for a second that you did this, and nothing Sonny says is going to make me think any differently. You and I are in love, and love means believing one another. And I believe that you didn't do this. I have no idea how that evidence got there, but it doesn't matter. Because I can't even believe that you would do this in the first place, and you say you didn't, so that's that. This is just that girl's family seeking their revenge" she said.
"Your right, and I'm sorry that I doubted you"
"Hey, this is a trying time for everyone, but especially for you. You are being accused of doing something horrendous. And no one believes you except for me. So you have every right to have some doubt in how much I believe you. You're confused, and I know you'd never admit it, but you're scared. But no matter how hard everything gets, I will never walk away from you again Jason Morgan. You're my husband, and I support you. I will never shy away from you. I love you" she said.
"I love you too" he said kissing her.
As he felt her lips in his, he thought about how lucky he was to have her. She was perfect in every way. And he knew that she was right. Nothing would ever come between them.
"Hey, let's go eat, breakfast is ready" she said, hugging him once more before she got off of his lap so they could go into the dining room.
Jason followed her into the dining room and looked at the table in shock.
"How many people you planning on inviting to breakfast?" he asked her with a smile.
"I know it's a little much, but Jase, you've gotten too thin babe" she said, lightly pinching his sides. "Did you eat at all while you were in there?" she asked. "They did give you food right? I know they have to, but they're all out to get you there, and they might have wanted you to suffer and…"
She was silenced by Jason's lips on hers.
"You're babbling" he told her with a smile. "And yes, they fed me. But the food had nothing on yours. I miss your cooking" he said, sitting down at the table and digging in.
Truth be told, he was starving. He hadn't eaten much in prison. The food was disgusting, and the first few days he was too upset about the charges to eat anyway. The extent of his eating was basically the coffee Courtney would bring him every morning. As he shoveled the food into his mouth, he thought about how much he really did miss her cooking. He missed everything about her.
"So Mr. Morgan, we have a whole island to ourselves" she said as she poured him coffee. "What do you suggest we do with ourselves" she asked seductively.
"Well Mrs. Morgan, I think we could do anything we want" he said. "And would you stop fussing over me and eat something yourself" he scolded her as she went to butter a piece of toast for him.
"I worry about you" she protested.
"I know you do. But don't. I'm here with you, and we're both alright. Let's not worry about what happened. Let's rely on Sonny to sort it out, just like he said he would" said Jason, looking straight into her eyes to ensure her that he meant every word.
He didn't want her spending every waking moment worrying. He wanted her to enjoy the time they had together.
"Alright. You're right" she answered him with a smile and the two got back to breakfast.
Breakfast was uneventful, with just some mindless conversation about anything and everything between them. In the end, it turned into a contest of who could make the other laugh more with their goofy comments. As they ate, Courtney ran her foot up Jason's bare leg, making him squirm in his seat. But in a good way. A very good way. After breakfast, she instructed him to take a shower, and she got to work cleaning up the table.
Jason stood in the hot shower, glad to be able to take his time. Prison showers lasted all of 2 minutes, and they were disgusting. It was true what they said about dropping the soap. Plus, there was always cold water and cold water only. He suspected that there was some warm water, but the guards were usually inclined to torture him. He dare not mention a word of it to Courtney, knowing she would freak out. Instead, he waited in the shower until he heard her enter the bedroom.
"Court?" he called out to her.
"Yeah?" she asked, walking into the bathroom.
"I can't seem to reach my back" he said with a smile, holding up a washcloth and a bar of soap.
"Hmm, maybe I can help you with that" she said returning his smile.
She stripped off her clothes and got in the shower with him, scrubbing his back. As she did, she kissed his skin all over. They tasted each other, intensely kissing. He picked her up so that she was straddling him, and the two made love to each other in the shower, just like they used to do at home.
And it was perfect. To Jason and Courtney, everything seemed perfect.
A/N: To all of you worrying about the lack of Journey goodness, there was a fluffy chapter for you. You all have been skimping on the reviews lately, so I'm going to remind you again to review for me! Or, I may just find myself less inclined to update (evil laugh). I dunno, maybe I'm not that mean, but remember to review!