Chapter 25

She stood in the elevator. It had been one confusing night, between all the confrontations and the emotions that she felt. She was exhausted.

The doors opened and Emma walked off the elevator. She was ready to fall over she was so tired. She started to walk towards Jason's.

"He's not there," Fred said coming away from his spot in front of Sonny's door.

"Ok," Emma sleepily replied.

"Just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks Fred. Night, don't work to hard," Emma said. Fred laughed, as Emma walked into Jason's.

Deciding not to walk up the stairs, Emma walked over to the couch and practically fell into it. Kicking her legs over the arm of the couch so her knees were bent over and head was placed in the middle, so that she only took up about half the couch, she lay staring at the ceiling.

She was so confused, so lost. She needed her Mom. Her Mommy. Emma had to smile. Her Mom could always make anything better. She wanted her Mom now so she could make everything disappear.

Emma fell asleep on the couch, thinking of everything, but not wanting to.

-.-

"Why are you here," Jason questioned as he turned his head to look at her.

It wasn't that he didn't want her there; it was that it was unexpected. He was unsure as to why, after all these years she would end up there, twice in the same month no less.

"What? No hello, how are you," Courtney responded with a laugh.

She knew the question was coming, she had just hoped he wouldn't lead off with it. It wasn't a hard question, it had a very simple answer, but did she want to share that answer. Not at that moment. No telling him about Emma now would only cause problems. She would wait until she had talked to Emma.

He knew she was avoiding the topic. She had been avoiding quite a few of his questions lately. He wanted to answers to his questions but knew she would tell all in time, she always did.

"Alright I'll bite, Hi, How are you," Jason asked with a smile.

"That's better," Courtney laughed, "I'm good, How are you?"

"You've already asked that," Jason commented with a smirk, "but I'm good."

Courtney just nodded and continued to look straight ahead, fully aware oh his eyes on her. She wanted to look, in fact she needed to, but she wasn't sure she could look away once they locked eyes.

"So, What have you been up to," Jason asked hoping to get her to talk, maybe even look at him.

"Not much. Work's been keeping me busy," She responded vaguely, "You?"

"Nothing much, Working some. I don't have the same job title anymore," He responded, wondering why he had added that last part.

She looked at him, finally meeting his eyes again. She already knew that, it was part of the reason why she had let Emma come to see them. Hearing him say it made a difference though, it reassured her that Emma would never have to deal with that, if she chose to stay.

"What am I suppose to say to that," Courtney questioned.

"I'm not sure," Jason responded, "I just wanted you to know."

They remained in silence for some time, processing the few words that had been spoken.

"Would you change it," Jason asked.

"Change what," Courtney questioned not understanding completely.

"Us."

How was she supposed to answer that? She could dodge it, but she had dodged too many of his questions. Looking out over the water she thought. Would she change them?

"No," She said very sure, " I wouldn't change anything, I value what we had, what you gave me."

She meant what she said. She did value everything he gave her. He just gave her more than he knew.

"Nothing," Jason questioned as he looked at her, " You wouldn't change a thing?"

"No," Courtney said as she turned to face him.

"Not even how we ended, or the mis…"

-.-

Jason leaned against the elevator, her answer still reeling in his head. What had she meant? Did she really mean it? He hoped not, because if she meant it then maybe they really were over.

The ding of the elevator brought him out of his thoughts as he walked out and towards his penthouse. HE opened the door, after forgetting to ask Fred if Emma had come back, only to find the teen sleeping on the couch. He relaxed a bit as he put his keys on the desk, and walked over to her.

His brow furrowed in concern as he approached. Her face was tense, and she was crying in her sleep. Jason quickly got worried as he went to he side and gently began to shake her in an effort to wake her. It was no use, and the reaction he got was not what he expected.

"NO," She screamed as he continued to shake her gently, "NO…I WANT MY…LEAVE ME ALONE…"

Her screams echoed through the pent house even after Jason had let go of her. He was scarred. What could Emma be dreaming about to make her so terrified?

Deciding it probably wasn't a good idea to try and wake her again, he took a seat on the couch by her head, and started to stroke her hair, in an effort to make her feel better. She turned her head towards him. Jason being afraid she would start screaming again stopped his actions and just looked at her.

She didn't scream, which shocked him. She actually looked rather relaxed as he continued to stroke her hair. Her facial features had softened, and she wasn't crying any more.

Jason continued to stoke her hair as she started to stir. She looked up at him, but not with her green eyes. They were blue, a crystal clear blue like his. He just looked at her, and she looked at him. She was unsure of whether or not she was awake, but he didn't really care he was locked on her eyes.

Emma looked at him, her eyes full of sleep. She peered into his baby blues; fully thinking it was a dream. Slowly she scooted her head it to his lap, curling her legs at the other end of the couch. She looked at him one last time before rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. She said three words barley above a whisper before finally settling into sleep again.

"Night, Night, Daddy."

-.-