Chapter 11- Shattered
It had been two weeks since Courtney and Jason had gone to the island. Two weeks of bliss. It was like a second honeymoon, or in their case, a third. Other than the nightly calls to Sonny, the two had no contact with the outside world. Occasionally, someone would leave more food on their doorstep, but that was it. Jason was getting healthier. He had gained back the weight, and he had even let her cut his hair. He decided that he too wouldn't mind spending forever on that island, as long as his wife was with him.
It was hot; too hot really. But Jason wanted to stay in shape, so his daily run wouldn't be cut short. He had tried to convince Courtney on many an occasion to come with him, but they both ended up finding the idea of her running laughable. She would stick to her fast metabolism and some occasional kickboxing. Jason paused to catch his breath, feeling the hot sand under his bare feet. His body was tan from spending the past few weeks in the sun, as it seemed to never rain in paradise. He was sweating profusely, and deciding that there was the chance of heat stroke, he headed back to the house, trying to keep his running pace in check.
He walked back into the house and checked the bedroom. Sure enough, there she was, sleeping. He smiled at her before heading into the bathroom to shower. He washed away the sweat and grime of his run before going into the kitchen to grab another cup of coffee. Glancing at the clock, he noticed that she was sleeping later than usual. He poured another cup of coffee, loaded it down with milk and sugar, and then walked into the bedroom. He gently placed the coffee cups on the nightstand before sitting down on the bed. It sagged a little under his weight, but not enough to wake her. In the time that he had been up, she had spread out. She was sprawled on her stomach; legs and arms taking up much of the king sized bed. Although the bed was huge, they usually spent the night in each other's arms, huddled close. But Courtney was a kicker, and Jason had the bruises to qualify it. But he had gotten used to her violent sleeping habits, and now he felt weird if he didn't get a good kick to the shins in his sleep.
He lowered his head and kissed her ear, sucking on her skin. She moaned in her sleep, and he brushed her hair off the side of her face and kissed her cheek as well. He moved to her nose, planting little kisses on it. He smoothed back her hair and kissed her temple. She moaned again, but she finally opened one eye.
"Good morning sleeping beauty" he said, bending down again to kiss her neck.
She groaned and rolled over so that she was on her back. Reaching up, she brushed some of his hair off of his forehead.
"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"11:30. You slept away the whole morning"
"There's still a half an hour left of morning. Wake me up later" she said, rolling back over.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked. "You seem exhausted"
"I am. It's all this nothingness. Doing squat all day really exhausts a person"
"We don't do squat" he said, lying down next to her and lifting up her tank top to kiss her stomach. "There's one thing we seem to do all the time"
"Well, that is a very exhausting thing" she said with a seductive smile. "Alright, I'm getting up" she said, pulling herself from the bed.
"You don't have to if you don't want to" he told her.
"What, you don't want to spend the day with me?" she asked, one eyebrow raised.
"No, I didn't mean that. I just meant if you're tired…" he said sheepishly.
"I'm teasing you" she said with a smile and a kiss to his lips. "And thank you for giving me that option, but I would much rather get up and spend my day in your arms on the beach" she answered, kissing him for the hundredth time in three minutes.
"Coffee" he stated, passing her the cup.
"You certainly have a way with the women" she said with yet another smile, taking a sip, savoring the caffeine boost.
"There's only one woman I want" he said, taking her hand in his and playing with their fingers.
"Oh really? And who is she. Let me know so next time I see her I can let her now" she said, putting down her mug.
"Maybe I will" he answered before pressing another kiss to her mouth.
The kiss deepened, and the two fell back on to the bed in passion.
"I can't believe we spent the whole day in bed" said Courtney with a laugh.
"I thought it was nice" he said, kissing her bare shoulders and tugging at the blanket that she was holding over her chest.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked, pulling the blanket up again.
"No one else is going to see you" he said. "It's just me" he said, pulling down the blanket so her breasts were exposed.
"There goes our Pg-13 rating" she said with a smile.
"What?"
"Seriously Jase, you need to catch up with pop culture. I'm adding Scream to the list of movies I am going to have to force you to see"
"Whatever you say" he said, kissing her again as she giggled.
"What's a few more hours in bed" she moaned as he rolled over on top of her.
The two had finally torn themselves from their bed to eat dinner, and afterwards, Jason went outside to build a fire for them to sit by as they watched the stars. Courtney stood at the sink, finishing the last of the dinner dishes. She smiled as she thought about how she had just spent the last two weeks. They had been the most romantic two weeks of her life. She thought back to why they were there though. They were hiding out as her husband was being charged with rape. It wasn't uncommon for Jason Morgan to be accused of a crime he didn't commit- he seemed to be Port Charles' go-to-criminal. But it bothered her that anyone could think he would do something like that. She wanted to believe that it was just because they didn't know him like she did, but it was his own family doubting him. Remembering the advice she had given her husband, Courtney pushed the bad thoughts aside and instead focused on finishing the dishes so she could go and spend the night with Jason.
He had gotten the bonfire going and was pulling out the blanket and champagne when he first saw it. He squinted, looking into the distance. It was unmistakable- there was a boat heading for their island. The lights seemed dim, so he knew he still had some time. Panicking, he threw sand on the fire to put it out and ran into the house.
"Courtney!" he yelled.
"What is it?" she asked, looking at his scared face.
"Make it look like we left in a hurry" he said, pressing a flashlight into her hands.
She knew exactly what to do; she and Jason had talked about it. What to do in case someone showed up at their island. Running into the bedroom, she took most of the clothes and threw them haphazardly into the suitcases, but left some behind. Just as she was in the middle of it, the house became encased in darkness, and she knew that Jason had just cut the power. This would throw the intruders off, and not give them any light to be led by. He ran back into the room and packed up the bathroom. Grabbing the suitcases, he rushed down into the cellar with Courtney right behind. He pulled on a loose brick of the wall and revealed a doorknob. Opening the door, he ushered Courtney in, following her with the bags. She snapped off the flashlight, and went to his side as they stood there in the dark. He put a comforting arm around her and he found that she was shaking. He removed his leather jacket and put it on her, but he knew that wasn't the reason she was shaking. He knew that she wasn't cold; she was scared. He pulled her even tighter to himself and kissed the top of her head.
"It'll be ok baby" he said, whispering more comforting words into her ear as she burrowed her head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
After a few minutes, they heard the unmistakable sound of a door being kicked in up above and the heavy footsteps of their intruders. They stood there for another few minutes, Jason holding on to Courtney tightly. She was shaking something terrible, and Jason was worried sick about her. He hugged her tighter, as if he could hold her so tight that she wouldn't be physically able to shiver. But she was, and not even his touch could comfort her right now. Finally, they heard the dreaded noise of footsteps on the cellar stairs.
"They couldn't have gone far" hissed a man in the night. "They could be hiding anywhere. Check all over men" said the man.
Courtney and Jason stood there, perfectly still, neither making a noise. Finally, it seemed that the men were content that they weren't there and went to leave. The men started walking up, and as they did, there was a sickening crash heard. Jason pushed Courtney back into the shadows and reached for his gun as the brick guarding the doorknob fell out of the wall.
"Watch it Smithers!" shouted the man from before. "Wait a second, what the hell is that?" they heard the voice ask.
Jason readied his gun, pointing it at the door, whispering at Courtney to get down behind their suitcases.
"It's nothing, just forget it" they heard another voice say, and the other man answered back in the affirmative.
Both Courtney and Jason sighed with relief and Jason lowered his gun and turned to her to ask her if she was alright. Just as he turned his head, the door burst open and Jason and Courtney were staring at 6 heavily armed police officers.
"Drop the gun!" the first man yelled.
But Jason held the gun firmly, unwilling to let it go. Unwilling to be dragged back to prison.
"I said drop it!" he yelled again.
Jason saw one of the officers shift their gun so that it wasn't pointing at him anymore. He was confused, but then he realized what the gun's mark was. Courtney. Filled with fear, he threw his gun down on the floor.
"Jason and Courtney Morgan?" asked the police officer in front, and Jason nodded. "You are under arrest" said the man, motioning for his officers to come at them and detain the both of them.
"Wait" shouted Jason. "Don't handcuff her. She didn't do anything"
"She is being charged with being an accessory to the crime" said the man.
"Look, she didn't come here willingly. I kidnapped her!" he said, desperate to keep Courtney out of harm's way.
"Miss, is this true?" asked the officer.
Courtney looked into Jason's eyes for her answer. She was torn. If she said that it was true, Jason would be in more trouble than he already was. But if she said it wasn't, than she would be thrown into prison as well and Jason would never forgive himself.
"Yes, it is true" answered Jason. "She's in shock right now, and she's scared, so back off" said Jason, trying to get them to leave her alone before she said anything incriminating.
"Back off her men" said the policeman, and he personally went over to Jason and handcuffed him, looking at him with disgust.
Jason ignored the look and allowed them to lead him upstairs as he looked back to see another officer guiding Courtney. When they reached the top of the stairs, Courtney came to her senses.
"He didn't kidnap me!" she cried. "I came willingly".
An officer tried to soothe her, mistaking her reaction for fear.
"It's alright miss, this monster can't hurt you anymore" said the man.
Out of the corner of her eye, Courtney saw Jason look down at his feet. She knew what he was thinking. He was thinking that he did in fact manage to hurt her, and that he was a monster. She hated when he doubted himself.
"He is not a monster, and he didn't hurt me! I came here on my own accord!" she yelled.
"Shh, it's ok" soothed the captain. "Now come on" he said more gruffly, nudging Jason along with the butt of his gun.
In a flash, Jason looked into Courtney's eyes as an apology and then elbowed the guy in the face with his hands still bound behind his back. The elbow to his face was enough to make the guy let go as his nose started to bleed. Jason grabbed for his gun as the man fell, trying to catch it but finding it impossible with his hands like that. The next thing anyone knew, a loud gunshot was heard and Jason crumbled to the ground, a pool of blood forming at his body.
"JASON!" Courtney screamed as the rookie cop who had shot him looked on in horror.
A/N: Come on guys, did you really expect me to keep up the fluff? I love to torture Jason, you should all know that by now! I'm an angst girl, through and through!