The Threat

Summary: A new enemy recruits people to help destroy the Corinthos-Morgan Family business, along with the Corinthos-Morgan Family.

There's some violence in story...

Jason and Courtney Morgan and Sonny and Carly Corinthos

The four are partners in the business with Sonny and Jason doing the more dangerous work while Carly and Courtney own a chain of clubs in which the two men use to launder money. Jason and Courtney have two kids. Colter, age seven and Savannah, age five. Sonny and Carly have two boys. Michael, age 16 and Morgan, age 8.

Note: I haven't watched GH since last year so the scene in the flashback won't be exact to what was aired. I took it and made it my own since GH is too stupid to do it themselves.

Prologue

As Dominique Giovanni lay dead in his hotel room, a shadow slid out of the door into the hallway. It slipped out of the building undetected and into the van that was hid in theback parking lot of the hotel. He opened his cell phone and dialed. "Yeah, it's done. Who's next?" the man asked in a distinct French accent.

"Corinthos and Morgan," said the distorted machine voice on the other end.

The man shut the phone and grinned to himself, "I've been waiting for this moment," he said, "We'll see how well you hold up with what I have planned for you," he started the car and headed out of town.

Chapter One:

Jason sipped his morning coffee as he set on the edge of his bed and watched his wife and children sleep. There was a thunderstorm last night had them running into their room frightened. Thank God he and Courtney hadn't gotten too far in their own stormy activities before they had arrived, Jason thought, smiling at the memory.

Savannah shifted, curling against Courtney's side. In sleep, Courtney stroked her daughter's hair. Even at five years old, Savannah looked more and more like Courtney every day. The long blond hair, the blue eyes, a slightly different shade then his. The nose, the chin….the smile.

There was no denying she was his, though. The way she moves, the famous Morgan shrug. The way she tilts her head slightly when she's trying to understand something or thought something was ridiculous.

Colter let out a huge yawn and flung his arm over Courtney resting a gentle hand on his sister's back. It was amazing how much he cared for his sister. But it didn't surprise him; he had the heart of his mother, pure gold. The willingness to fix problems for others, the quick temper when protecting his family. Yep, he was his mother's son.

He was the spitting image of his father, though. That light brown hair that always seemed to want to stand up on end. The long nose, the defined cheekbones.

And to think he almost didn't have it…

Flashback

Courtney opened the door to her loft wrecked. "Well, I got to hand it to Mac's men. They sure are thorough," she said angrily as she began to pick up to mess.

"You know, don't worry about that. We'll send someone over to clean it up later, we can stay at my place tonight," Jax suggested.

"No, Jax. It's my home and I'll fix it," she heard something crunch and looked down to see a broken picture frame of Sonny, Carly, Michael, Jason, and her. She pushed back the tears that welled in her eyes as she bent to pick up the picture and glass.

"Here we go again," Jax murmured.

"What?" Courtney turned around to face him and glass sliced into her hand. Jax didn't seem to notice the blood.

"You wanting to do things by yourself, instead of asking someone you love for help," he said bitterness in his voice at the secret she kept from him for so long.

"What's wrong with that, huh, Jax? I've been taking care of myself since I was ten," she pressed a wrinkled shirt against the blood that dripped down her fingers.

Jax walked to her and took her shoulders, "I want to take care of you," he said softly, he bent to kiss her but she turned her head so his lips connected with her cheek.

"I can take care of it myself," she said, turning away from him.

"Fine, when you feel like you want some help you know where to find me," Jax whipped his jacket off the chair and slammed the door on the way out.

Courtney pressed her uninjured hand to her mouth as the tears began to fall. How can her life get so out of control? Her nephew was gone. She was the main suspect of her ex-husband's murder. She was getting blackmailed by the murderer and the blackmailer is in the hospital and if she died evidence will be sent straight to the police.

A knock sounded on the door. She wished Jax would just go away, just for a little while, just to get her head straightened out. She lost her nephew and now she could lose her life. She wanted to just have a moment's peace.

She went to the door and opened it, "Jax I really just want to be a…lone," she finished when Jason stood at the door.

Jason's gaze scanned the destruction of the loft, and then scanned her. She looked tired, he thought. Tired and worn out…sad. Then he spotted the blood on her hand, "What happened?" he asked, gently taking her hand to scan the cut. More like a gash. It looked like it could use some stitches.

"I...I…" the feel of his hands on hers was so familiar that she stammered, "The police broke a picture frame when they were searching the place and I cut my hand while I was cleaning it up," she explained, her voice a little breathless.

Jason shook his head at the mess the police caused, "This looks bad. I think it needs stitches," he told her.

"Well, I need to clean this up," she turned and began picking up the floor.

"It can wait, Courtney. You're hurt!"

"No, it can't!" Courtney exploded, finally at the end of her rope, "It can't wait," she spun around to face him, her face covered in tears and her eyes full of more to come, "This is our home. Our home! I can't just leave it like this."

Jason didn't know what else to do except gather her close into his arms and hold her until her tears stopped. He sat down on the couch with her and waited for her to calm. Courtney took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Just to be in his arms, it made it all manageable. She didn't want to pull back so she didn't, "I'm sorry," she said softly.

"You don't have to apologize. I know what it's like to have police invading your home."

Our home…

"It's…."

"Violating," he finished for her.

"Yeah."

Courtney pulled away and he his arms ached to pull her back to him but he didn't. "I didn't even ask. Why are you here?" she asked.

"I heard about you getting arrested. I went to the police station but you had all ready been released so I came here."

"You shouldn't have done that," she stood and began picking up again.

Jason stood as well, confused, "What do you mean? I wanted to see if you're okay."

"You should be with Carly and Sonny. They need you right now, not me. With Michael…" she had to stop because her tears were coming again and crying all over him would just make things worst, make her ache for the things she can't have.

"Michael's not dead," Jason said softly.

Courtney spun around, "What? He-He isn't?" Hope sprang up into her throat and she couldn't push back her tears.

"You can't tell Carly and Sonny, not anyone. Not yet, you have to promise," he motioned for her to sit down with him.

"Okay, I won't. I promise," she sat next to him.

"I don't have proof yet and I don't want to get their hopes up. Sam thinks I'm losing my mind but…Courtney, I know. I know he's alive. I can feel it," he pressed his hand to his chest as it tightened.

"I believe you," she covered his hand with hers and left it there, over his heart.

"I knew you would," he pulled her closer against him as tears welled in his own eyes. He held her tight, "Sam, didn't believe me. She said that my grief was making me think things that aren't true. I told her she's wrong and she left me."

"She never deserved you, Jason."

At her comment, he pulled back to look at her, "I know I said that if she made you happy then go for it but…I never thought she was good enough for you."

His eyes on hers, Jason lifted a hand to her cheek and wiped the remaining tears from her face. He ran his thumb over her chin, and his gazed lowered to her lips. He wanted to kiss her so bad and as if reading his mind, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his, barely touching but it felt wonderful.

Jason's hands tangled in Courtney's hair as he pulled her closer for a deeper kiss. Courtney sighed and leaned into him. Jason slid his tongue between her lips and found hers. His hands skimmed down her spine as he leaned back onto the couch and gently pulled her on top of him.

The feeling of Courtney's hands under his shirt, on his skin, stopped him. "Wait, Courtney," he sat up and she had no choice to follow, being on top of him.

"What, what's wrong?" Courtney said, hiding her disappointment.

"I may not be with Sam, Courtney, but what about, Jax?" he stood and walked to the door. "You're getting married to him. If he makes you happy, I can't do something to destroy that," he opened the door to leave.

Courtney grabbed his arm and stopped him from leaving. She shut the door and framed Jason's face in her hands, "The night I accepted Jax's proposal, I was going to tell you that I still loved you, and that I wanted to try again," she told him.

"Really?" his hands came up to rest over hers.

"Yeah. We were at Kelley's. Before I could tell you anything you said that you loved Sam. So I smiled and said I was happy for you. When I left, I cried and cried. I didn't think I'd stop crying. And when Jax got home from London the next day, I told him I loved him instead and accepted his proposal."

"Why?" Jason wanted to know.

"I don't know," she took his hand and led him to the couch to sit down, "Maybe because I thought if I couldn't have you, at least I could have someone."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. You just said what you felt."

"But I didn't love Sam," he interrupted her.

"What?"

"I thought if I said it out loud, to you, maybe it'd come true. I thought if I'd love Sam, I wouldn't hurt anymore when I saw you and Jax together."

To his complete confusion, Courtney started to laugh hysterically. He chuckled a little, her laugh contagious, "What? What's so funny?"

"We were both with other people because we thought we were with other people," Courtney said through her laughter. Jason thought about it and then began to laugh himself. They were both collapsed on the couch with laughter and they felt almost human again.

"Well, it's a party!"

They both turned to see Jax standing inside the open door and their smiles faded.

"Jax…" she didn't really know what to say as Jason and her stood from the couch.

"I guess it was wrong about you not wanting help in general. You just didn't want mine," Jax's eyes shooting fire in Jason's direction.

"Jax, that's not true…Look, we need to talk," Courtney glanced from Jax to Jason and back again. Not knowing what to do. Jason reached out and held on to her hand, giving her his support.

Jax saw the gesture and his anger level rose. "Are you cheating on me, Courtney?" he asked.

"No—," Courtney began to say but Jax cut her off.

"Are you whoring around behind my back," Jax asked.

"Watch what you say," Jason warned softly.

"You stay out of it," Jax yelled, "This is between me and Courtney."

"No, Jax. This involves Jason, too. Jason and I are…we're…" she looked towards Jason in confusion. What were they? They haven't gotten too far before Jax arrived.

Jason saw her confusion and stepped up, "Courtney and I are back together. That is," he looked into her eyes, "If she'll have me again."

Courtney smiled at him, love shone in both their eyes. "Of course."

Courtney turned to a very angry Jax, "I'm sorry, Jax. I love Jason. I thought I could deny it but I can't."

Jax just glared at them both. "You're going to be sorry," he said and left, slamming the door behind him.

End Flashback

Jason broke out of his thoughts to see Courtney was awake and watching him with a smile on her face. He smiled back, "Good morning," he said.

"Good morning, yourself. Where were you?" she asked.

"Just thinking," he took her hand and stroked small circles on her palm with his thumb.

"About?" she tilted her head to watch.

"About how I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"Mmmm…come here," she held out her arms and Jason leaned down to kiss her.

Giggling was heard through out the room and they pulled away to see their children were awake also.

"Ewww, yucky boy germs," Savannah said.

"Oh, yeah?" Jason asked and Savannah nodded.

Jason pulled her into his lap and started kissing her neck, tickling her. Savannah squealed and tried to get away but it was no use. Her daddy's the strongest man in the world. Stronger then The Hulk, to her way of thinking.

As father and daughter wrestled playfully, Colter stood behind Courtney and wrapped his arms around her neck, hugging himself closer to her as she lifted her hands to cover his. He loved the smell of his mother's hair. The prettiest smell in the world.

"Okay, uncle…uncle," Jason laid flat on his back as Savannah sat on his chest. His breath was labored from play housing, causing the little girl to move up and down, up and down as he breathed. Savannah giggled and Jason's heart melted.

"Breakfast, daddy!" Savannah announced and jumped off the bed, landing like a cat on her feet and pummeling down the stairs. "Breakfast!" they could hear her from downstairs.

"I'll go make sure she doesn't get into anything and hurt herself," Colter told them, then walked calmly out of the room and downstairs.

Courtney laid herself next to Jason and rested her head on his chest. "I love you," she told him.

Jason looked down at her. "I love you, too."

She grinned at him and he knew what that grin was. It was her 'I want to eat your alive,' grin. Jason's heart rate accelerated. "I haven't forgotten where we left off last night," she told him, walking her fingers up his chest.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Jason caught her hand in his and brought it to his mouth to nibble on her fingers.

"Mmmm…" she leaned up, their faces close and the grin she flashed him was full of mischief. When their lips were about to touch, she pulled away, saying, "Come on, daddy, let's go make breakfast."

As Courtney sauntered out, Jason watched her go and fell back onto the bed. The woman will most likely tie him into a sexual haze by the time he was forty. He enjoyed every torturous minute of it.

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