A/N: it's funny that the jaspam fans keep coming to journey sites to bash and tell us how hopeless we are and should just give up cuz jaspam is forever, because if they were that confident that they were going to stay strong they wouldn't waste their time telling us to give up hope and support. u ask me...some people are getting kinda scared...raises eyebrow

Ch. 16 Technicolor Dreams

She woke up feeling safe and warm, in his arms. The sun shone in through the window telling her the storm had passed. She knew, however, that the sun never stayed out for long before the storms would come back. His hold on her tightened and he brought her closer to his body.

"Morning beautiful." she heard him say.

"Good morning."

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"Perfect. What about you, any regrets?" he shook his head in response.

"Never felt better." he answered as she took his hands and entwined her fingers with his.

"What happens now?"

"It doesn't matter. We're together, we can face whatever comes at us."

His words were true. She felt that they could get through it all now that they had found each other again. But they couldn't do that if she wasn't honest with him. She had to tell him. He deserved to know.

"Jason, I need to tell you what happened. Everything." she said sitting up in the bed, at her words he sat up as well.

"You can tell me anything, you know that." he said rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"I know, it's just that I've been alone and -"

"You're not alone. I'm here, no matter what you tell me I'll still be here. I love you."

She took a deep breath and prepared to tell him everything when something caught her attention.

"Yes Courtney tell him." the voice said. She knew that voice, but it couldn't be. She knew he wasn't there. "What are you waiting for?"

She looked past Jason and saw him standing there.

"I'll be right back." she told him.

"Courtney-" she cut him off, pressing her lips against his.

"I just need a second, then I'll tell you everything I promise."

She walked out of the room and downstairs. She poured and drank a tall glass of water and took a few deep breaths. Convincing herself it was just the last bits of sleep wearing off, she turned to go back to Jason. She let out a gasp and halted her steps, once again coming face to face with the dead man.

"Why didn't you tell him?" he asked. "Come on, you heard that sickening declaration he made up there. Tell him."

"I will, I-I am. Right now." she said to the image that appeared to look worse and worse each time she saw it.

"What do you think he'll do?" he asked her. "Think he'll ever look at you the same?"

"Jason loves me." she said defensively.

"Sure, now."

"No, he'll love me, even when I tell him."

"If you thought that why didn't you tell him? Why did you run away like that?" he asked her. "Because you know I'm right."

"Just shut up!" she demanded. "I'm not listening to you. You're not real."

"Not real?" he repeated laughing and looked down at the floor. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrists and shoved her back against the wall. "Does this feel real to you?"

She jumped up, shaking and covered in sweat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" his voice asked as he sat up and put his arms on her shoulders.

"Just a dream." she said more to herself than to him. "It was just a bad dream."

They laid back down on the sheets and she wrapped her arms around his midsection while laying her head on his broad chest.

"It's ok. We're together now, we can face whatever comes at us." She felt a chill travel down her spine hearing the same words from her dream.

"I just want to lay here with you and pretend everything is perfect." she said.

"Right now it is."

The small electronic device rang and the woman quickly answered it, eager for the news she was waiting for.

"Tell me something good." she answered. "You sure it's them? Great, where? Perfect, make sure they stay there."

She ended the call and dialed another number, speaking aloud to herself as it rang.

"Sonny wants to play rough, I'll play rough."

"Port Charles Police Department." the man on the other side of the phone answered.

"I'm calling in a tip I believe may be useful."

"What does this concern?" he asked in a monotone voice.

"Ric Lansing's murder." she said practically hearing the smile in her own voice.

"Would you like your name on record?"

"Just put me down as a concerned citizen."

A devious smile slid across her face. No one treated Faith Roscoe like trash and walked away untouched.