Elizabeth was beaming. It was just another moment in her life when she wanted to pinch herself for being so happy. In her hand were two sealed envelopes revealing the results of not only her HIV test but Jason's as well.

Lily handed them to her and explained that the morning after Elizabeth had blood drawn Jason came in and asked to have it done as well. He said that he wanted it to be a surprise, he wanted Elizabeth to feel as safe around him as he knew he was going to feel around her.

After hearing that Elizabeth grabbed the envelopes, ran to the bathroom and cried buckets. She even left a tear stain or two on the packages. She loved this man, absolutely loved him and she was going to tell him that, right after she handed him the envelope. She was going to tell him that she loved him no matter what the results, not matter what he did for a living and no matter what might come in the future.

She was crazy in love with him and not a damn thing was going to change that.

Stepping off of the elevator Elizabeth was prepared to give a greeting to Francis only to be surprised when she noticed the bodyguard wasn't there. Turning around she also took note that Sonny's doorway was empty.

Shrugging and digging her keys out of her purse she figured that Sonny and Jason might not be back from their morning meeting yet. Maybe she would go in and order Kelly's for the both of them. Then she might even sign herself up for a cooking class or two.

Pushing the doorway open she was pleasantly surprised to find Jason sitting on the couch but her smile faded when she noticed his head was resting in his hands, his body was tense and there before him on the coffee table was a large, thick, letter sized package.

Dropping both her keys and the envelopes in her hand Elizabeth knew. He had run a search on her, he investigated her background and he knew everything that there was to know.

She shut the door behind her and started towards him, "Jason…"

He looked up at her and she had to stop, had to gasp at the look that was shining in his blue eyes; pure hatred.

"When I met Robin, wow I think it was almost ten years ago, I didn't know what was happening to me, I didn't know what this feeling was inside of me, this thing in my stomach that just fluttered every time she was around, this beating that my heart started to do, this ache that was there when she was gone. I didn't know what it was, she had to explain it to me, she had to tell me that it was love and after that it was wonderful and it felt wonderful that I loved her that I wanted to be with her all the time that she was the most important person in my life and then suddenly she walked away and that feeling turned into nothing, it just wasn't there anymore and I felt so empty, emptier than when I woke up that morning in the hospital and knew nothing, knew nobody."

She stood there, still, pale, listening to him talk about his first love, jumping when his fist came down hard on the table next to the envelope that revealed her whole life.

"And I swore to myself that I wasn't going back there," he seethed, "I told myself that I wasn't going to deal with that once again. Because when I woke up and I didn't know who the hell I was or what the hell I was going to do, that was the most fucked up feeling in the entire world and I wanted no parts of it, not again and look what happened to me, look where it led me," he laughed bitterly, "to Lizzie fucking Webber."

He moved, he stood up and she noticed for the first time that there was a bottle on the table beside the couch, it was nearly empty and Jason was wobbling slightly. He started to walk towards her but he stopped, letting out an animalistic growl and turned away, gripping his hair with his fingers.

"I can't believe this," he said, "I'm a fool and yet I work for Sonny Corinthos. I'm the man he hired to protect him, to do what needs to be done, to go out everyday and…"

"You aren't a fool," she said quietly as she took one more step further into the penthouse, "Jason…"

"Are you under the impression that I'm going to believe a god damn word you are going to say?" he asked as he walked towards her, quickly.

Elizabeth felt herself stumbling back in the boots she was wearing, felt her body being pressed against the door she had opened only a few minutes ago. She winced when he slammed his palm against it, so close to her face.

"You are a fucking liar," he said, the liquor evident on his breath, "And I should have known that you were too damn pretty to be telling the truth."

The tears came, hot and damp, down her cheeks before she could prevent them. His fingers were there, wiping them away roughly before he started cursing at himself again, turning away from her in disgust and making his way back to the couch, back to the table that held the liquor.

He wasn't a drinker, she knew that by being around him as much as she was. He was a beer man, one with a meal and an occasional when he was out but hard liquor wasn't his forte. It pained her, caused her heart to lurch when she watched him finish off the bottle that he held in his hands. It looked so much like the bourbon she knew Sonny drank.

She closed her eyes and sighed, Sonny and Lily, they probably knew as well.

He was laughing, laughing loudly, hard and at her. She saw him pointing, staring when she opened her eyes back up.

"I didn't tell your friend," he spit out, "yet." He walked over to his fireplace, his free hand curving around a frame that held a picture of Sonny and his family, "I'm too disgusted with myself for listening to your lies, for believing what you had to say."

She sighed as she pushed herself away from the door, moving towards him again, "Jason…"

"Are you going to try and say something to make me feel better?" he laughed, "I'd love to hear it, I'd love to hear how someone like you," he said, the horror clear in his voice, "Got over on someone like me."

She took another step back, feeling as if she had been slapped in the face. Granted she wasn't an expert in this business but she didn't think she was an idiot either and she had learned enough to know how to get from one place to the other. But that wasn't the point, she had hurt Jason, she lied to the man that she loved and she needed to face up to that, apologize for it and hope that possibly he could forgive her.

Seeing the way that his eyes were still blazing at her, hatred still present, she didn't think that was at all possible.

"What I provided you with…"

"Oh it was good," he said walking back over the table and placing the empty bottle on it, "Oh I admit it, you were good, it was authentic and when Johnny called the hospital he got the verification he needed. It wasn't until I called the strip club…"

The strip club.

Elizabeth had to grab onto the back of the couch for support. It sounded like he really knew everything.

"That's when I spoke to our connection and…" he picked up the package in front of him and turned it upside down, dumping all the paperwork, files, pictures and everything he could find on Elizabeth Webber, "Sadly this isn't all of it. Johnny said there was another piece being sent overnight and I should have it in my hands by nine a.m. tomorrow," he sneered at her, "Call me crazy but I couldn't wait."

Elizabeth closed her eyes again, trying to block out the images scattered in front of her, pictures of her first time dancing, pictures of her first time going completely nude, pictures of her with her mother, pictures of her with her first boyfriend, so many pictures, so many lies.

"Look at me."

She couldn't, it was impossible, the hate was too much.

"Look at me!"

She heard the glass shatter and blinked her eyes open to see Jason's chest heaving, the remains of the liquor bottle now surrounded the wooden floor by the fireplace, some liquid dripping down its beautiful surface.

He turned to her again and this time she didn't see the anger, this time she saw the pain.

"Was this a joke to you?"

"No, I…"

"Is there some bet you have going on with someone back in Connecticut?" he asked, "See what poor sucker you can get over on."

"Jason, I told you that I didn't…"

"You didn't plan on hanging around," he smirked, "That's right, that's why you put us all at risk, put us all in danger, Elizabeth."

She looked away, he knew everything, he knew it all.

"That's why you didn't tell me you were sixteen."

"Jason…" the word came out in the midst of tears.

"You heard from me, from everyone, you knew what he had riding on this club," Jason said, "You knew that if someone slipped up it would all be over and that was just what the government needed. Sonny got away with it once, it wouldn't have happened again and knowing that you still continued to work there, you still let me believe..."

"I didn't expect to…"

"I don't care what the fuck you expected," Jason said walking towards her, "The minute you knew you were going to stay in town you should've…"

"Told you? Like I'm telling you now? You aren't even letting me explain the…"

"Explain it!" he screamed, "Explain how it was okay to convince me that you were eighteen, explain how it was okay for you to seduce me knowing full well that I could go to jail for it, explain to me how it was alright for you to be living here, a minor, under the roof of a man who is…"

"I don't care how old you are!" she screamed, "I don't care about any of that Jason, I just care…"

"Right! That's right, see? You don't give shit about anyone but yourself, Elizabeth," he said, "That's what this has all been about. You told me you were only here for two weeks, you wanted money for sex and you weren't concerned about what would've happened to Sonny and Lily if some cop found out you were underage, you weren't concerned about me being thrown in jail for statutory rape, you weren't concerned about the fall out, you were concerned about getting paid and getting what was coming to you…"

"And what if I was?" she said, "You know everything about me, I have every right to be looking out for…"

"Don't go there," he said holding his hand up, "Don't you try and justify the danger that you brought upon me and my friends, my family. Things would've been different Elizabeth if you would've been adult enough to come to me…"

"And listen to you scream?" she asked, "Listen to you tell me that I'm a bitch and that I need to pack my things and go? If I thought for one second that your reaction wasn't going to be like this…"

"You're sixteen!" Jason yelled, "I have a sister your age and she's in high school not in some strip club doing…"

"I don't want to be in some strip club!" she screamed back at him, her hands slapping against his chest, pushing him backwards, "I didn't want to be here Jason but I was forced into this life and…"

"You weren't forced into my club," Jason said, "And the minute you found out who I was should've had you turning and running. Did you think I wouldn't check into your background? Did you think that I was stupid enough to…"

"No," she laughed, "No I knew that a part of you didn't trust me. I knew that eventually this would come back to haunt me."

"And you still continued to do it," he said quietly, "You still continued to go on with this charade and let us feel sorry for you, feel bad that you were forced into stripping at the age of fifteen, that you had to show off your tits…"

"Stop it, just stop!" she yelled putting her hands over her ears, "You weren't there, you don't know…"

"I know what you did the moment you stepped foot into Port Charles," he said, "You lied and you bullshitted your way into my life…"

"Stop." she growled as she pushed at him again but this time he was ready for her, he grabbed her wrists and pushed back, their bodies slamming against the door.

"You want to play like an adult, Elizabeth?" he asked, "You want to play with fire? Let's play with fire."

"No," she said as he reached for her shirt, pulling it open, buttons flying everywhere, her breasts heaving.

"I hate what you did, I hate what you made me become," he whispered as he leaned down and kissed her, taking her face in his hand and holding her against him.

She moaned as her hands twisted in his shirt, she didn't want to give in to him, she didn't want things to end like this and she knew, felt, that this was how it was going to end.

Still, like she had told him before, denying this would be like denying her next breath.

That was why she didn't protest when she felt the button give way on her jeans, that was why she pulled him closer, her mouth fusing with his, that was why her hand skimmed down his body and tugged on his zipper.

"And you brought the danger, someone is after you, that is why you wanted to leave, that is why you were so quick to get out of my bed when you were shot," he was panting, as he pressed himself against her, needing to feel her, "I don't know who the fuck it is Elizabeth and I don't fucking care."

"I don't either," she said glaring at him, her nails scraping painfully down his cheek, "I don't care what you think or what you believe anymore, Jason. I don't care."

She did, he did, they both did, all too much and neither of them were thinking when he slammed into her, neither of them were contemplating what tomorrow would bring as her body was being pounded against the door.

Tears were being shed on both sides, anguish and anger mixed as their bodies mated, thrusting, rubbing, touching one another, scraping, pulling, nipping, anything to get some type of release, release from the hatred, release from the love.

"I never meant to…" she gasped as she squeezed herself around him, felt him starting to shake underneath her fingertips.

"But you knew, you fucking new," he slammed his fist into the wall as he buried his face in her neck, buried his body inside of hers. All too soon the climax was upon them, all too soon they were crumpled on the floor, wrapped around one another, pulling away too quickly.

She was holding her top together, he was standing over her buttoning his jeans. She looked away, he did as well until their breathing was normal, until their faces were composed.

"I want you out of the penthouse by the time I return," he said reaching for the leather jacket that was hung on the back of his desk chair. He thought twice and pulled back, remembering the time that she wore that, the time when she danced for him.

He watched her move away from the door, struggle to her feet and he moved past her, stepping over her keys and the envelopes she dropped when she had arrived.

"I want you out of town by tonight," he said before he pulled open the door, ready to walk out, ready to not look back, but he couldn't resist one more look, one more glance at that painfully beautiful face, "Sixteen Elizabeth."

She laughed, sadly, humorlessly, bitterly, "I'm seventeen today."

"Happy birthday," he whispered, "Lizzie."

He slammed the door to his penthouse and his heart.