A/N: HIP-HIP Hooray! Don't be mad, I warned that this would take longer to update...so there! Actually, I've been trying to update but I'm getting caught up with working on the chapters that are coming and me and "betty" are making them faster then I can upload them. Which reminds me, from the looks of how they are coming, it's not gonna be no short story, so it'll either be one long story or we'll break it into parts. I don't know. anyways...this ones a little long

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Ch. 5 Killers Don't Deserve Love

The door opened and a man she didn't recognize entered. He looked about her fathers age and wore his graying hair cut short. He also wore, she noticed, a white jacket with a photo ID clipped on the breast pocket.

"Hello. How are we feeling today?" he asked with a smile.

"What the hell is going on? Where am I? Who the hell are you?" The smile on his face faded away and he became serious.

"This again? Courtney-" he began only to be cut off by her angry voice.

"What's that supposed to mean? 'This again?' Why are you talking to me like you know me?"

"Because I do. We've known each other for sometime. I've been your doctor since you've been here." he explained.

"Doctor?" She began to back away from the man, mostly to stop herself from punching him square in the face. " For the whole, what few hours I've been here? Why would I need a doctor anyway? Never mind, I don't. I'm fine, so just let me out of here. NOW!"

"Alright. I'll go over everything slowly, just stay calm. Can you do that?"

His tone was making her angrier by the second. He was speaking to her like she was a child. How dare he. She opened her mouth to protest but he held up his hand and continued.

"I'm Dr. Price. You call me Chris."

"You mean I can call you Chris."

"Not at all. That's what you do call me. You've preferred first name basis since you've been here."

Courtney eyed the now silent man. He looked like he didn't know how to continue with what he was going to say.

"How long is that?"

"Two years."

The sun rose and the rays screamed through the window into the trashed penthouse. He hadn't moved from his spot on the floor. He didn't feel the hardness of the wooden floor, nor the stiff wall at his back.

Unfortunately he could feel his heart. Every beat felt like a thousand knives plunging into him. It was taunting him. For being foolish enough to think he could be happy. Spend a life with someone who could or would accept him. A life filled with love.

'Love.' he scoffed at the thought. Love was his cancer. it ate him up and he just wanted it to stop. He knew that he would spend the rest of his life loving her and it would destroy him. Because she couldn't love him. Couldn't even stay in the same room as him, not even long enough to say goodbye. It was his punishment. His own life sentence.

'Killers don't deserve love.' his mind pointed out.

A knock at the door caught his attention, but he didn't move. Whoever it was would either come back or barge in anyway. Sure enough, the door opened and Carly walked in with her hand over her eyes.

"OK, I knocked this time, so you guys had fair warning." she laughed. " Alright, beware I'm opening my eyes."

Not moving from his spot, Jason watched her demeanor change as she took in the damage that used to be a penthouse.

"What in the-Jason." her eyes landed on her best friend. "What happened in here? What are you doing on the floor?"

He didn't answer her and it was scary. This was the person who was always strong and was always her rock. Now he seemed like just that. A rock; an inanimate object. She put her hands on his shoulders and knelt down to look him in the eyes.

"Jason, please talk to me what's wrong?" he still didn't acknowledge her and she was getting extremely worried. "Fine, where's Courtney? She'll tell me what's going on here."

"Courtney's not here." hearing her name out loud snapped him back into focus.

"She at work? No wait, I don't think Kelly's is open yet. You know what? I bet she's just getting a head start on planning the wedding, I know for a fact she's real anxious to be Mrs. Morgan. I'll find her"

"There isn't going to be a wedding." he spoke in a monotone voice.

"What are you talking about?" without getting up he handed her the note and she began to read. "This isn't right, there has to be some mistake or misunderstanding or-or something." she found herself stumbling over her words.

"It's for real." he was now standing and he put the small object he'd been holding in his hand on the desk next to her.

"Is that?"

"The ring. The one I put on her finger last night." he answered and Carly just began shaking her head fiercely side to side.

"No. No. Something is not right. There's something else going on-"

"NO!" he cut her off. "It's all right there, ok. You see? She's gone. She left, and told me not to follow her. So that's what I'm going to do. She doesn't need to be stuck in this life when she still has a chance to get out. I'll let her have the life she deserves. Period." he shouted trying to get through to her.

"But you love her. And I know she loves you."

"Love."

"Yes, love. Courtney loves you Jason. There has to be a misunderstanding or extenuating circumstances. Go find her and bring her back. You guys will get married and have a life full of happiness and love." she shouted back at him tears threatening to fall.

"Killers don't deserve love." he screamed, surprising her with the anger in his voice. "And they don't get it."

He stormed out of the room slamming the door hard enough to break it on the way out. Carly was left standing in the wrecked penthouse in disbelief. What happened? She knew it couldn't be as cut and dry as he believed, something had to be going on.

Courtney practically jumped away from the man in front of her.

"Two years?" she shouted. "What kind of games are you playing? You know damn well I haven't been here two days, let alone two years!"

"Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down! Whatever you're doing, stop it right now or you're going to be sorry. Do you have any idea who my brother is? Or my fiancé? They can bury you and they will for doing this. Now let me out!"

"You don't have a brother, Courtney. And you don't have a fiancé." he stated straight out.

"What? Yes, I do. I can prove..." her words fell from her mouth when she raised her hand and saw her naked fingers. "Where the hell's my ring?"

"You didn't have a ring."

"Shut up. Yes I did! The ring Jason gave me yesterday. The ring I had on all day. The ring I had on when I left the penthouse." she thought back to the night before.

She had been upset because Jason cancelled lunch and wasn't home when she got there. So she went for a walk. To the park.

"The park." she said aloud.

"The park?" he repeated confused.

"I was walking through the park and the next thing I know I wake up here. That's where you got me! You took me from the park!"

"Nobody took you, or kidnapped you last night or any other night. You've been here."

"Stop saying that! I was in Atlantic City two years ago! Then I came to Port Charles. That's where I've been. I have not been in this....place. What the hell is this place anyway?"

"Belvedere Mental Hospital."

By now Courtney was clenching her fists and about an inch away from smacking this so-called doctor in front of her.

"So you want me to believe, that I've been in a mental hospital for two years?" he nodded. "Ok. I'll bite. What's wrong with me?"

He sat on the bed and she stood in front of him, arms crossed over her chest.

"A type of post traumatic disorder. As a result of seeing the accident that killed your parents."

"My parents are not dead! Well, sure I thought my dad was for some time. But that's not important because he's not, and they're not! They're both alive!"

"Just let me finish. You've made these alternate realities for yourself. Example being, your parents being alive, or finding out you have a brother."

"I DO HAVE A BROTHER!" she seethed.

"No, I'm sorry you don't. Which I believe is what made you're parents death push you over the edge. You've spent time in these fantasies you make, completely oblivious to the real world. When you come out, we'd have many conversations similar to this. You'd make great progress and each time I believe that you're ready to begin a healing process but something always seems to trigger a return and we end up here."

She began to pace the floor in front of him. It was a lie. It had to be, she couldn't believe that everything that had happened in the past years was fake. She stopped for a moment and Chris came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"I know it's a lot to take in. But you've got past this place before and I know you can again. This time it will be for good."

"You're right. I can get past this."

She turned around and pushed him hard enough that he fell, and made a run for the door. Twisting the knob she entered a hallway and quickly full of doors similar to hers. Quickly she picked a direction and took off.

A/N: ok, this chap stared out "betty" but from the Jason thing on was me! oh plees hold you applause..lol. anyway like I said this story is probably going to be long. so should I let it be one story or break it into pieces?