Authors Note: I'm a bad bad girl, 2 months, two months and I finally have an update for you. So sorry it took me so long, I have no excuse, except life decided to kick my ass for a while, but I hopefully have that under control now and I can get updates to you all more often, and don't worry too much, my other fics will be updated shortly.
Chapter 20
The weather outside seemed to resemble the mood she was in. The winds were blowing, ransacking trees ripping branches to shreds. The rain threatening to fall as the thunder roared through the air sending the squirrels and bird running for cover. The dark clouds casting heavy shadows as the town of Port Charles was sunk into darkness.
She walked around town in complete and utter shock. The tears streaming down her face as she played the events of a few days ago over in her head. She hadn't talked to her husband since than and it seemed crazy that she was unable to even look at him. He loved her. She knew that, or she thought she did. She wasn't sure anymore as the tears began to soak the soft white Kleenex she held in her hand. She didn't understand it. She thought everything was going wonderfully. That she had everything under control, but she didn't. She hadn't talked to him about it. They both pretended nothing happened as she could barley believe she had trusted him again. She put her heart on the line believing that the man she loved could focus on her, and their sons and not his pregnant mistress. She was wrong. She was wrong about a lot of things lately.
She didn't understand why, but ever since Courtney had come to town things had been happening. Security on her and the boys had gone up, things seemed to be exploding left and right. She couldn't get the idea out of her head they were back. That her past had somehow found her and her world was about to crush her. She was afraid of being smothered. That the life she had grown accustomed to was about to crumble and she would be left where she was when she first left. She was afraid of having no one. That she would be left where she had been all those years ago. She wanted her family, all of it. Her boys, the lights of her life, Sonny, the man who drove her nuts yet made her feel so wanted. Jason and Courtney, her best friends, both there to help her when she needed it most, Her Mother, god did she love bobby. And even if she couldn't say it out loud she wanted Durant there, she needed her father and missed her life without some fatherly figure in it. She had had Johnson for a while, but it was only so long before a gun-toting criminal wouldn't suffice as a father any longer.
She knew Durant was part of the reason her life was falling apart. She had told Sonny she would keep her distance, but she wasn't sure how long she could. Everyday that she saw him with that blonde, that supposed reporter she got a weird feeling, like she had seen the blonde before, like she knew her from somewhere.
Carly shook the thought from her head as she rounded on the apartment complex. She had needed to talk to someone, anyone except Sonny. She couldn't look at Sonny right now. She took her key out which Courtney had been so kind as to provide for her as she walked up the stairs. She dried her eyes as she reached the landing in front of the door before knocking slightly inserting the key and walking in.
Carly froze to the spot as she looked at the sight before her. She had heard Jason say that he was going to spend some time with Courtney but she hardly believed that she would find him sleeping on Courtney's couch clothing strewn everywhere with a dark blue throw blanket draped gently over his legs coming up past his waist and barley covering his belly button. Carly let her jaw drop as she took in the state of the room. She wasn't sure she even believed this, but her once dark mood was suddenly bright as the sun as she looked at the upturned coffee table, the fallen laps, and surprisingly the broken vase by the door. Her jaw closed up as her lips came together to form an evil grin. She silently walked into the kitchen as she grabbed an empty glass and filled it with water. Walking back over to the couch she stood directly above his head ready to pour the cool liquid all over his face.
"Ruin my couch and you buy me a new one," Courtney said as she walked out of the bathroom with her toothbrush in hand.
"I wasn't going to ruin your couch. Just wake up your guest," Carly said with an evil gleam in her eyes.
"Well don't do that either," Courtney spoke as she took a seat at the kitchen table.
"So," Carly dragged out, "Didn't realize you and Jason were so close."
"Don't start," Courtney said as she got up to make a pot of coffee.
She froze as the coffee brewed. Her eyes drifted off to the sleeping man on the couch. She shifted her eyes to her hands as they played with the hem of the shirt. She had seen him shift. She wasn't sure how they had ended up here, but when he had asked her out she just couldn't say no.
Dinner had been great. Courtney had been rather reluctant to go out in the first place stating that she needed to spend time with Cali as she had been working so much over the last few days. However, over the weeks the young girl had spent with Carly she had grown quite a stubborn streak. Cali was in fact the one who had made sure her mother went out that night.
So here they stood, her back to the door, hand gently resting on the doorknob as they stared at each other. She held his dark grey blues eyes, she had watched the subtle change go from a brilliant blue to the musty grey blue and she wanted more.
He stood there watching her as one of her hands rested on the doorknob while the other gently played with her keys. He could barely take his eyes off her. The low cut jeans hugged her body every so gently forcing his eyes to follow her curves up to the deep wine red tank top covered with a simple white jacket.
"Well I had fun tonight," Courtney spoke with a smile as she that she couldn't seem to remove from her face.
"Me too," Jason spoke as he took a step closer to her not knowing why. Something about her, the way she smelled, the look in her eyes, the way their hands kept brushing up against each other made him feel as if he knew her, like she was some sort of…he wasn't sure what she was, but she was gorgeous.
He gently dipped his head down to place a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. He had meant it to be a quick goodnight kiss, tide both of them over till the next time they could see each other, but it didn't work out that way. The second his lips hit hers he was lost sweeping his hand behind her head feeling her soft blonde hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she twirled his hair between her fingers.
She couldn't believe the feelings that this kiss was creating in her. She hadn't felt this alive since she had been with Cali's father, whoever he was. She kicked the cracked door open as Jason moved her backwards. Once both inside the door slammed shut by the force of Jason's foot as the two stumbled towards the couch.
"Courtney…Courtney…earth to Courtney," Carly spoke with a smile as she waved a hand in front of her friends face.
"What, huh. Would you get your hand out of my face," Courtney agitatedly spoke as she swatted at Carly's hand.
"Gee, what happened to that chipper mood you were in just a second ago, and please tell me that my dear friend asleep on the couch has something to do with it."
Courtney just stared at the smile on her friends face. It went ear-to-ear, pearly whites breaking through and the smile even made it to her eyes. Courtney had to smile at that, she hadn't seen her friend truly smile in a few days, and she wouldn't say why. She gave a laugh as she poured two cups of coffee.
"That is not something I feel like sharing," Courtney spoke as she took the two cups of coffee she poured and walked towards the couch.
Carly watched as her friend, her sister walked over to the couch and hunched down next to the couch. She waved the cup in front of his nose as Carly let the smile on her face grow. As she grabbed her jacket and walked towards the door, stopping and hunching down to her friends ear Carly whispered, "I'll get it out of you later." Continuing her trek to the door she turned around just as she was opening it.
"Bye Jase," She screamed as she slammed the door shut.
Courtney looked up at the door with a scowl on her face as she heard her friends heals click down the hall. She could kill the brunette for her actions. Turning her face back to the couch she was met with the sleepy glow of the grey blue eyes. Her lips curved up in a small smile as she looked at him rub the sleep out of his eyes. She was surprised at the events of the evening before, but she couldn't see it any other way, she really felt at peace with this guy.
Jason looked up at the blonde, he hadn't remembered a night where he had slept so peacefully, or not slept at all, but woke up more rested than he had been in a long time. He never thought that he felt more at home than he did with her at that very moment. She watched her smile as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, the events of the night before flooding his mind.
"Morning sleepy head," Courtney spoke as she handed Jason a cup of coffee while he proceeded to sit up.
"Morning," Jason spoke as I he took a sip of his coffee, His mind was flooded, so much had happened last night, on the coffee table, the couch, the breakfast bar, even the windowsill. He couldn't wrap his head around it all. It was all so sudden.
"I wasn't sure how you took your coffee, did you need some sugar or cream," She asked innocently as she looked down to the floor.
"This is fine," He responded as he looked down at the cup of black coffee before he took a sip of it. The warm liquid ran down his throat. It was rather bitter as he usually took it with two sugars, but at the moment couldn't bring himself to ask for any. He had so much on his mind, and the most important was not hurting her.
She watched as he drank the dark liquid. She had thought of adding some sugar, but didn't in fear he took it black, she could always get him sugar or cream later. She took in his sitting form; he looked tense, and stiff. She knew he must be a bit uncomfortable and hopped she could get him to settle down some.
"So last night was amazing," She spoke hoping that he was worried about the events of last night and trying to reassure him.
"Courtney we need to talk about that," Jason spoke as he leaned over to set his coffee cup down, his head passing hers slightly as he smelled the soft scent pf her hair, of herself flood his nose.
"Was I that bad," She questioned in a joking tone yet still looked at the ground in fear that she wasn't up to his standards.
"Hey, Don't think that. You were wonderful," He said as he tipped her head up to look into her eyes, "It just shouldn't have happened."
"Why not," her head tilted to the side as the question escaped her lips.
"You're Carly's friend. The boys love you. You have a daughter, and a business you run in this town. It's not a good idea for us to get involved," He softly replied.
"What," The word escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"Courtney, both of our lives are difficult right now. You have work, I have work, both of which I'm sure need our full attentions. Plus you have Cali, and I have Sam to look after. It's just not a good time," He spoke as he watched her eyes cloud over.
"So what? Last night was a fluke. Just you getting what you needed. God I can't believe this. Of all my rotten luck," Courtney angrily replied as she stood and began to pace in front of the couch. "Get out," The stern response came from her mouth before she could stop it, "If you thought last night was such a mistake you could have just said it."
"Courtney that's not what I…" Jason began before he was interrupted by the screams of the now hysterical woman before him.
"Get out. Get out now. I don't want to listen to what you have to say," The hysterical wispy voice came as she covered the tears in her eyes with anger.
He went about the room picking up his clothing as he avoided all eye contact with her. He dressed as fast as he could before walking to the door. He hadn't meant to make he look so sad, to feel so worthless, but he couldn't do this, he couldn't bring her into the dangers of his life only to break her with it all. She just didn't seem like that kind of woman; she was a mother, a great Mother. Turning to face her as he walked out the door he said the only thing he could, not that it made her feel any better as he shut the door, but he just needed her to know, he needed her to know that he was sorry, oh so sorry.
