Elizabeth buried further into the warm cocoon of her dream. She never wanted to open her eyes again. Jason was kissing her, really kissing her, kissing her like he first did when they got together and nothing was between them but the pure lust they felt for one another.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, allowing her tongue to run over his, familiarizing herself once again with every crevice in his gorgeous mouth. She flicked her tongue across those beautiful white teeth and sucked his bottom lip with both of hers. He always tasted delicious, whether he was fresh out from the shower or coming home after a hard days work. There was nothing as wonderful tasting as Jason Morgan. He was the epitome of a man's man and right now he was all hers.

Moaning as she slid her fingers down his back she arched her body against his, wanting to feel every inch of him, wanting to feel the heat that radiated off of his body. She wanted to feel what she was doing to him because she knew, no matter what he said; no other woman had ever made him feel this way.

Her birth certificate might claim that she was still a girl, but everything else about Elizabeth Webber was all woman.

His harsh panting was in her ear, telling her that he hated that he had to fight this, telling her that he was sorry he didn't listen to her sooner, telling her that he wished that she didn't have to live the life she led but he wasn't sorry that it brought her to him. He would never be sorry for that.

She wanted to touch him, make love to him, show him that she was sorry as well, for everything that she did, for everything that she didn't do, for not telling him sooner, for not loving him enough. She reached down between their bodies and undid the button on his jeans, smiling up at him, loving the way his eyes darkened, loving the way they narrowed as she slowly tugged down the zipper.

He was hers for the taking and she wanted to take him but this time she was going to let him lead. This time she was going to let Jason Morgan have whatever control he desired. She owed him that, that and so much more. Reaching inside his boxers Elizabeth wrapped her hand around his length and moved her hand up and down, unprepared for the primal growl that seemed all too real.

Pulling herself out from the foggy haze of her dream, Elizabeth's blue eyes snapped open to find Jason's startled ones staring back at her. She was naked in bed, he was poised on top of her, panting and her hand was still wrapped around him.

He scattered off the bed as if he had been burned, his chest still heaving, his body still hard as a rock as Elizabeth stared at her hands, her naked self before she pulled a sheet over her body. Jason stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door in his wake and leaving Elizabeth sitting there, alone, contemplating about how they went from barely speaking to naked in bed.

She remembered him telling her that he was not going to allow her to go back to Luis but she didn't remember falling asleep. The story must have been too much, story, she laughed to herself, her life must have been too much for the both of them and somewhere in the middle of the night they probably just collapsed from the burden of it all.

She was sure that he had put her in bed, he probably was too tired to seek his own and just stayed there with her, watching over her, as he had been since she had first laid eyes on him, her own angel, always making sure that she was alright. Then it must have happened, their dreams must have merged and they came together in a heated moment wanting what they both knew they couldn't have.

She was so relieved that Jason still wanted her. It made her feel a little better that this wasn't simply one sided, a little girl lusting after an older man that she knew she could never have. And that's how it was always going to remain. Elizabeth was always going to lust after Jason. The feared enforcer of the Port Charles mob wouldn't be caught dead bedding someone under the age of eighteen.

Elizabeth only wished that her husband, the feared mob boss of Chicago, felt the same way.

"I need an update."

Johnny's eyebrows rose, "Jason? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Jason said through gritted teeth as his fingers gripped the counter top, "I called to ask for an update."

"Is everything okay?" Johnny asked again, "You sound out of…"

"Has Alcazar made any sudden moves since I've been gone?" Jason barked as he fisted his hand in his hair. He had to focus, he had to control himself and keep mind on what was at hand and not on the naked girl in the bedroom.

"No," Johnny said, "He hasn't made any sudden moves. He has people positioned throughout the city. Some people are starting to get nervous but Alcazar hasn't made a move. He set himself up in the Hotel and both him and that kid are still there."

"Got anything on the kid?" Jason asked, "Anything we can use?"

"He's Spencer's cousin," Johnny said, "But he left town years ago and hasn't had any contact with them since he's been here. I don't think it's a good idea to drag them into this."

"I wouldn't," Jason said, "I'm not Alcazar. I'm not holding anyone's family over their head," he sighed as he rubbed his hand over his face.

Johnny was silent for a moment, "Do you know what you're going to do when the forty eight hours are up, Jason?"

Jason looked at the clock and realized that there wasn't much time left. The hours seemed to tick by when he was sitting in a room with Elizabeth, the silence stretching between them after she told him about her cruel life. He never wanted to hand her back over to Alcazar; he didn't think that anyone, let alone a young girl, should be subjected to the kind of inhumane conditions she was living with. On the other hand, Elizabeth could be the only key to avoiding a mob war, one that was started because she stayed in town too damn long.

"Jason," Johnny cleared his throat, "Jason, I'm sorry but I think we should disconnect this call," he waited another few seconds before he continued; "Did you make a choice?"

"There is no choice," Jason said as he slammed his cell phone shut and abruptly ended the call. He tossed his cell phone on top of his motorcycle helmet and stormed back down the hallway, towards the room he exited a few minutes ago, the roomed that housed Elizabeth Webber, "Let's go," he barked in the doorway.

"Where are we going?" she asked, still holding the sheet up against her body.

"Time is almost up and although Alcazar is safely tucked away in the city I don't trust him not to make a move," Jason said as he came into the room and picked his shirt up off the floor, pulling it on over his head, "Get dressed, we have to go."

"Jason, I don't think that this is a good idea," Elizabeth said, "Just let me…"

"I told you that you weren't…" he sighed and turned around, leaving the room, which in turn made Elizabeth furious.

She threw her clothes on and hurried after him, watching as he threw whatever supplies and money he could into the bag that would fit on the back of his motorcycle. He then checked his gun and grabbed his Swiss Army Knife, shoving it in his jeans pocket.

"You know this is crazy," she said as he handed her the motorcycle helmet, sitting down on the couch to quickly tie his boots, "There is no place we can go that he won't find us."

"Wanna bet?" Jason asked, "I'm going to take you someplace safe until I can get the city back under control."

Elizabeth shook her head, "You are trying to avoid a war Jason and that is impossible. If you try and show up in Port Charles without me Alcazar will kill you, no questions asked."

"Than he'll kill me," Jason said as he opened a closet door and tossed a coat to Elizabeth. He then reached inside the helmet and grabbed his cell phone, "Ready?"

"No!" Elizabeth said, "I am not ready to leave when you're standing here telling me that you're okay with walking into a death trap."

"Alcazar won't have Lily," Jason said as he put the jacket on her himself, "He won't have the kids and he won't have Sonny," he adjusted the jacket and looked at her, reaching up to brush a strand of brown locks from her face, "And he won't have you, Elizabeth."

"Jason…" she whispered softly as she tried to reach out to him but he grabbed her hand and started pulling her out the door. It took him only a few seconds to attach his bag to his bike and then he was adjusting the helmet on her, making sure that it fit her properly.

"Climb on and hold on tight," Jason said as he threw his leg across the hog and Elizabeth slid onto the back of the bike, wrapping her tiny arms around him, arms that not fifteen minutes ago doing wonderful things to his body. "I'll try not to drive to fast but let me know if…"

His words were cut off by an explosion behind him and Elizabeth and Jason turned to see a part of the house, the kitchen to be exact, burning before their eyes. The flames were quickly leaping through the wood structure and Elizabeth knew that once again Alcazar had found them. Turning back to Jason she shrieked when he started the engine and the motorcycle went racing down the dirt road, bullets flying at them.

She wanted to tell him to stop, she wanted to tell him to let her off and let her end this right now but she knew that even if she turned herself in Jason was still a dead man and her main objective was to keep him alive. So she pulled back from him, reached into the waistband of his jeans and pulled out his gun.

"Elizabeth, what are you…"

"Evening the odds," she said, her voice muffled through the helmet and she turned back, firing blindly and the bastards who dare try to kill them. She felt satisfied when she watched a bullet pieced through the window of a car that was about to turn on the road to pursue them. It swerved out of control and crashed down into an embankment.

Amidst the smoky haze Elizabeth saw a lone figure standing by a sleek black Cadillac. His arm was up close towards his face as if he were speaking to someone through a cell phone. She watched as a driver stepped out from the car and turned towards him. She couldn't see anything else as they were too far down the road, Jason was speeding away and for now it looked as if no one were following them.

She knew that wasn't true, she knew that there would be no place to hide because Sly Eckert was on their trail and he was going to find them.

"Not successful," Sly said into the cell phone at his ear and shook his head when the driver of the car asked if they were going to be pursing the young woman and her male kidnapper, "It looks like we lost about four, you wife seems to know her way around a gun."

"You taught her well," Luis laughed softly into the phone, "Do you think there is anything in the house that will be usable?"

Sly looked at the burning building, the flames now engulfing the full structure, "It looks like a typical safe house. I don't think there's going to be anything of use in there. You want me to wait around for the firemen to get out here and take care of this thing?"

"No," Luis said shaking his head, "No we've wasted too much time already."

Sly looked back towards the road, the cloud of dust made by Jason Morgan's motorcycle was no longer visible to him, "I'm not sure it was such a good idea making a move before the forty eight hours was up. What if he had planned to turn her over?"

"Are you questioning me?" Luis barked into the phone, "I want Morgan dead, whether or not he turns her over."

Sly rolled his eyes and then ran his hand over his face, "Let me just make a suggestion. You know how to trap a man Alcazar, you're good at what you do, that's why you are where you are."

"I'm listening," Luis growled into the phone.

"Your wife wasn't kicking and screaming when Morgan dragged her out of the house."

"Are you implying that they're on good terms again?"

"They might be," Sly said as he climbed back into the car and motioned for the driver to continue down the road that Elizabeth and Jason had just taken.

"It seems as if my wife has just become bait," Luis laughed.

Jason stood in the shower and let the hot water scorch his body. He could feel that someone was following him but he also knew that no one was as familiar with this area as he. He would be able to keep Elizabeth safe for a little while longer. He just had to get her to an airstrip, had to get her to Sonny's island where no harm would be done.

He didn't know when that decision was made. It was somewhere between the shootout and the moment they stepped into the hotel. He knew that he had to keep her safe; he knew that getting her out of the country was the way to do it; he just didn't know how he was going to let her go.

Sonny always made it look so easy when Lily had to go to the island, hell when she had to step out of his view for a moment when danger surrounded them but Jason didn't realize how hard it was. He wasn't aware that it was like tearing your heart out to watch the person you love live your sight, to allow someone else to protect them because you are unable to.

He also didn't realize how much he still loved her.

He thought it would be easy to let it go. She had betrayed him, she was underage, these were not qualities he would choose for a woman he wanted to be with yet he still wanted to be with her. He wanted to stay in bed with her a few hours ago and finish what they started. He wanted to wake up with her tomorrow morning and tell her that everything was going to be okay, that he trusted her, that they would find a way to be together, that it would all work out in the end.

He didn't trust her, they couldn't be together and he was just trying to get out of this mess alive.

Elizabeth pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin against them. She could hear Jason still in the shower, he disappeared into the bathroom over twenty minutes ago and she wasn't sure if he was avoiding her or just needing to be on his own. Whatever it was she was grateful for the reprieve. This time alone had given her the time to think, the time to make a decision and to choose which path to take.

She knew that if asked Jason would help her escape, he would help her fulfill the dream of running away from Luis Alcazar and keep her tucked away safely until the chaos around her subsided, chaos that she had caused.

That was why she wasn't asking, she wasn't allowing Jason or Sonny or Lily or any of them to take her out of this equation. She made her bed, now it was time for her to lie in it. Wiping the remaining tears from her face she wished for the millionth time that things had been different, she wished that she would've been able to settle down and spend the rest of her life with Jason Morgan.

She reached across the nightstand and picked up the hotel phone, dialing the number nine, then one, then the area code then the phone number that she had memorized so many years ago. Sighing, she closed her eyes and felt the tears start to fall again.

"Alcazar."

"Hello baby, I'm ready to come home."