A/N: Here is chapter 2. No one actually read my story, or at least no one reviewed. :( But, i do have the next 8 or so chapters of this already written, so I'm going to keep posting it, if only to hurt my self esteem when no one reviews. To be perfectly fair, it's barely been a day, but still. So, if anyone reviewed and it just didn't get posted yet, thanks so much. For those who read but didn't review, please just drop a line that says "I read your story", just to make me feel better! And for those who aren't crazy like me and just don't check the site everyday and are now reading my story for the first time, thanks so much, I hope you like it. And if after three days I still have squat, then I'm changing the summary, praying to trick someone into reading it!

And without further ado…

Chapter 2- Cursed

"Earth to Jason" said Carly as she waved her hand in front of Jason's face.

"What, right, hi Carly" said Jason, snapping out of it.

"What were you thinking about?" asked Carly.

"Ah, nothing" Jason lied.

Luckily, Sonny walked out of the kitchen at this point, and Jason was able to get away from Carly.

"Hey, any new information on the shooter" asked Sonny to Jason as they walked into the hallway.

"Nope" said Jason in yet another lie.

"Alright, just keep searching. You think he's after my family?" asked Sonny

"I don't know. She's probably after me" said Jason

"She?" asked Sonny

"Or he. It could be either"

"Jase, are you keeping something from me?" asked Sonny suspiciously.

"Of course not. I'm just tired, you know" said Jason

"Yeah, I do know" said Sonny. "Just be careful"

"I will" he said as he walked out of the hallway and into his penthouse.

The day went by slowly for Jason. He was supposed to be finding more information on the shooter. Why had he let her go? Why hadn't he done his job? He knew he shouldn't be distracted by some girl, but he was. How could he have let this happen?

Night had fallen, and Jason couldn't sleep. He decided instead to take a walk. He found himself at the docks, the same place where he had met her. He was about to walk down the stairs, when he saw some girl being harassed by a man who was obviously drunk. He was about to jump in and save the day, when he saw the girl pushing him away on her own. The guy got a little more aggressive, and before he knew it, she had put him in his place. The guy hurried off, away from her. That was when the girl turned around.

"Shit" thought Jason. "It's her"

"Well, well, Mr. Morgan" she said seeing him. "Are you following me?"

"Nope, just coming to think"

"Good, for a second, I thought you forgot about our little no killing each other pact"

"Nah, I have no intentions of killing you" he said

"Good" she answered with a smile

"Can I ask you a question though?" he asked as they sat on the bench.

"Sure, but I'm not necessarily going to answer it" she said

"What's you name?" he asked

"I can't answer that"

"Please," he begged, "just give me a first name"

"You're begging. You don't strike me as the begging type" she said

"That's how desperate I am"

"Why is it so important to know my name?" she asked him

"I just need to know. Please?"

"Fine. It's Serena"

"Serena" he said, as though he was testing it out. "Well alright then" he said.

"So Jason, " she said, "you live in Port Charles your whole life?"

Before he knew it, he was telling her everything. About his mother, and Monica adopting him, and then his accident, and his working for Sonny. He even told her about Courtney.

"And here I am now" he finished. "So, tell me about you"

"Sorry" she said, "only one secret for tonight. And you already found out my name"

"You're not going to even tell me where you learned to handle a gun so well?"

"I am especially not going to tell you where I learned to handle a gun so well"

"Fine" he said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

They were silent for a while. She watched the water, as the moon reflected on it. He watched her. God she was beautiful. Jason had never wanted to kiss someone as much as he wanted to kiss Serena. He saw her shiver a little and he pealed off his leather jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders

"Thanks" she whispered. "I guess chivalry isn't dead?"

"Not for me" he said.

He brushed back some of her hair so it rested behind her ear. It was so long and silky, and the wind gently blew it around her face. He didn't know what overtook him, but he suddenly leaned into her. She leaned in too, and both of them closed their eyes. They were inches apart, their lips about to touch, when she suddenly pulled away.

"I have to go" she cried, pulling off his jacket and giving it back to him.

"Wait, Serena, why?" he asked

"Jason, that is none of your business" she said

"Serena, please tell me" he cried.

"Jason, I'm married!" she yelled. "I am a married woman"

"Why aren't you wearing wedding rings?" he asked

"Because, I always take them off when I'm working. That's what I was supposed to be doing. I was supposed to be finding and killing you. Not falling-. Not almost kissing you" she said.

Jason felt his heart rip out of his chest. The one girl who had seemed perfect to him was married. Of course she was, it only made sense.

'You're not allowed to be happy, remember' he savagely reminded himself in his head.

"Serena, I'm sorry. About everything, but especially about the, the ah, the almost kiss"

"Me too" she whispered. "I have to go" she said as she turned around, desperate to hide her tear filled eyes. The tears were threatening to spill, and she just didn't want him to see her cry. She had seen his eyes when she told him she was married. He looked so sad, so hurt. She didn't want to hurt him.

"You know what?" he yelled after her. "I'm not sorry about that" he said as he tenderly but firmly grabbed her arm and gently spun her around. The next thing they both knew, their mouths were pressed against each other's. Their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, and they wrapped their arms around one another. He ran his hands through her hair, and she ran her hands up and down his chest. Both eventually moved their hands to each others faces, holding the other close to them.

They soon needed to pull away, if only to breathe. Serena looked into Jason's eyes. He was perfect. She wanted him so badly. And he felt the same way about her. But this couldn't happen. She was married and in love. With Jason's enemy nonetheless.

"I need to go" she said as she started to run off.

"Wait!" he called out.

To both of their surprise, she stopped running. But she kept her back to him.

"I'll be here tomorrow night, same time. Please meet me. But if you don't, I'll understand" he said.

She didn't say anything, but rather took off, running home.

When she reached home, the guards immediately let her in. She tried to sneak up to the room she shared with Adrian and get into bed without waking him. But Adrian was an extremely light sleeper, and he woke up immediately.

"Are you alright?" he asked her, taking her into his arms. "It's late, and I thought Morgan got to you" he said as he kissed the top of her head and held her with all that he had.

'Oh he got to me alright' she thought to herself.

"I'm fine Adrian. I'm just tired" she said.

"Alright, let's go to bed" said Adrian.

She changed into a pair of sweat pants and a tank, and brushed her teeth. When she got into bed, Adrian gently rolled her over and started massaging her back and shoulders.

She felt like she didn't deserve a man like him. He loved her unconditionally, and would do anything for her, yet she had kissed another man. Adrian had shown her on countless occasions that he would do anything for her. How could she betray him like that?

Jason lay in bed. She was somewhere, snuggled into her husband's arms. Why did she have to be married? Why couldn't things just work out for him for once? Why did the girl of his dreams have to have so much baggage? Maybe he was already in hell. He knew that was where he was going once he died. No one kills that many people and gets away with it. But maybe hell had come early. Maybe he would just be tortured by having incredible woman that he couldn't have thrown in his face. Women like Serena. Women that he wanted to hold, and kiss, and fall in love with. But he was cursed to live his life alone. He sighed and rubbed his face. He tried to imagine that she wasn't married, and that she was there with him. But no amount of imagining would bring her to him. And all he wanted was her.

A/N: Please review! It's nice to know someone's reading (see above note). Oh, and let me know of any spelling or grammar errors. I'm slightly OCD and it's my pet peeve so I absolutely need to correct it. Thanks!