Part III

The water lapped from side to side as the sun kissed the horizon, painting the sky in breathtaking red and golden hues. Jason sat on a wooden bench and watched the scene before him play out. He had just returned from an eventful dinner with Elizabeth and Cameron at Kelly's. He had seen Cameron in action as the child had wriggled around when his mother tried to feed him and ended up sending a bowl of mashed sweet potatoes flying to the floor. After helping an amused Penny clean up the mess Elizabeth had surrendered her son in defeat to Jason. It took the experienced mother twenty minutes to get one spoon of food into the child's mouth, the same amount of time that it took for Jason to finish filling the child up. A smile slipped across his face at the memory.

Over the last two weeks it had become a tradition of sorts. Whenever Jason would head over to Kelly's after work, Elizabeth and Cameron would be on the same path and many times Jason would fall into step besides them. The evenings were short, but full of activity. Between listening to Elizabeth ramble and watching Cameron be himself was enough to occupy Jason for a day. Their meals weren't always lively; sometimes they would sit in silence just eating. The blanket of silence that happened to fall over them was not an intense one, but a relaxed silence that Jason was comfortable sitting through as well as the others.

The sound of the restless waves that Jason listening to were drowned out by the clicking of heels on the wooden dock stairs. Interrupting not just his silence, but thoughts as well. The enforcer kept his eyes focused on the image that laid before him, paying no attention to the person that had joined him. The smile that had touched his face had disappeared, leaving behind a stoned mask.

She sighed heavily, but Jason continued to stare out at the water.

"Jason?"

Looking up, Jason narrowed his eyes in annoyance at his ex-wife.

Courtney Quartermaine Morgan Matthews dressed in a white long coat and stiletto shoes stared down at him, her blonde hair flying at her side. Her questioning dark blue eyes stayed fix on him even after Jason had looked away.

Cautiously she asked, "How are you?"

"Fine," Jason answered curtly. His eyes now following the arrival of the moon.

It was over a few months now that they had been divorced. Things had changed over that time. Courtney had moved on with Jax of all people, much too many people's disappointment. She had moved on and he had as well. He had come to be honest with himself after the divorce. It had hurt to sign the papers, but relief had also washed over him. The cloud of darkness that loomed over them after the loss of their child had never faded away. It had remained, but had been forced to the back of their minds. That cloud had been the cause of their downfall as much as they hated to admit it. He had realized it shortly after the divorce, but had ignored it. It was crystal clear to him now.

The anger, pain, and distrust that had formed between them after the loss of the baby and the knowledge that they could never have children had in time grown into permanent problems for them. Jumping into marriage when their wounds were still raw wasn't the best decision on either of their parts. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't right from the start. There was already a wall growing between them when they had taken their vows.

Courtney had kept the knowledge of their child a secret and the blame was placed on him for the loss of their child because of the life he led. His ex-wife's actions and the blame that had been placed on him were the cause of his anger and lack of trust towards her. The reasons for her resentment towards him after the miscarriage made very little sense to him. He had been there to support her, but it only led to hostility towards him on her part. He understood that losing a child was difficult, but it was harsh for both parents, which Courtney had not understood. In some ways he was to blame for the miscarriage, but how could someone be at fault when he had no knowledge of his child's existence until it was too late?

Jason's mind turned the ideas and thoughts over and over in his head as Courtney gazed down at him, expecting a reply. Attentively, she took a seat besides him and waited for any reaction, she got none. "How's Sam?"

He shrugged in response.

The blonde woman quirked an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

"She moved out."

"Not surprised," she replied with a shake of her head.

A frown appeared on Jason's face. "What's that supposed to mean?" His tone was unpleasant.

"That…that it's not surprising that you let her leave…" She stuttered, her words trailing off.

Same old Courtney, speaking without any understanding.

"Jason, I know this is all difficult for you, but you shouldn't have let Sam leave." She faced him to look him in the eye, but instead looked up at his profile. "She just lost a baby, Jason. She shouldn't be alone. You should be with her and spend time with her, letting her know it's not her fault."

With every word that Courtney uttered, Jason's body grew tense and a muscle ticked in his jaw.

That was another thing that he had to bear with after the miscarriage, a constant confusion of whether or not he was wanted. On some days he had been able to hold and comfort her while Courtney cried and others she asked to be left alone to wanting attention the next day. Dealing with possibly losing his sister at the time didn't make things easier either. It was like playing tug of war with Courtney after the miscarriage. He was able to gain a few steps of helping her and then she would jerk the rope right out of his hands a moment later. All the while that Courtney had struggled with her emotions, she had ignored his feelings of the thought of never being a father, and she was once again disregarding that not only do mothers lose children, but fathers did as well.

"She needs you more than anything now. She just lost a baby—"

"We lost a baby," he interjected through clenched teeth. "Sam and I lost a baby, not just Sam." Jumping up from the bench, Jason moved away from her. Being in her presence aggravated him. "I lost a child too." He jerked a thumb at himself. "I did too."

Courtney pulled herself off the bench as well. "I know you did. So did Sonny and especially Sam. I didn't say you didn't, but the baby—" She tried to fix her error, but was cut off once again by Jason.

"The baby may have been Sonny's by blood, but she was my child as much as Michael is Sonny's." He glared at Courtney as his breathing grew labored. "I understand that Sam needs to be with someone right now, but unlike some people she doesn't give out mixed signals."

She blinked at his remark. "Jason, I don't want to see you hurt. I just—"

"You just what?"

"I want to help." Her words barely whispered, her eyes sincere, but there was something else there that she tried to hide.

"Thank you, but no thank you." He took in a deep breath. "I don't want nor need your help."

With that said Jason pivoted on his thick soled heels and walked away.

Sighing heavily, Jason entered his penthouse and leaned against the closed door. Running into Courtney on the docks had been a coincidence, but none the less it had frustrated him. She was his ex-wife and he respected her for that, but he stayed out of her life and he expected the same from her. The high-pitched ring of the phone stopped his thoughts.

Straightening to his full height he walked towards his desk and picked up the black cordless phone. "Morgan."

"Jason," Elizabeth's frantic voice greeted him. "Thank god you're home. I hate to ask, but I really need a favor. I know that you're probably busy with work or something, but I need a big, big favor."

"Elizabeth, calm down and tell me what's wrong." Fear began to grow in Jason's heart. What could have happened since the last time he saw her?

"Okay," she took in a deep breath. "Amy got sick and I need to cover the rest of her shift and I called Emily. She's on call as well as Steven. Nikolas is taking care of business somewhere and Grams is still in Colorado. I need a babysitter and the daycare at the hospital is closed at this time. I didn't know who else to call." She rambled on and on without stopping for air.

"Elizabeth, breathe." He listened to her take in a few short breaths. "Okay, good. If it's a babysitter you are looking for then don't worry, I'll look after Cameron."

"Really?" She sounded genuinely shocked.

"Yes," he chuckled.

"I'll be there in a jiffy. See you again in a bit."

A rare smile made its way to Jason's lips. "Yeah, I guess I will."

Moments after he said goodbye to Elizabeth, a frenzied knock on the door had Jason jumping off the sofa. He swung the door open to see an anxious Elizabeth bouncing Cameron on her hip. She slipped into the penthouse and began chatting right away.

"Okay, I packed him fresh clothes. His elephant and a couple of bottles that you just need to heat and I brought his playpen so that he won't have you chasing him around the penthouse."

Jason pulled the strap of the black carry-on bag of the portable playpen off her shoulder and placed it against the sofa. He then took Cameron's blue diaper bag from Elizabeth. Turning back to face the brunette he took a close look at her.

"It's six-thirty and I have to cover five hours so I will be done around…" She trailed off, trying to do the math in her mind. "You do the math you're smarter," she burst out in frustration.

"Eleven-thirty," he answered off the back of his hand as his piercing blue eyes took in her appearance. She was dressed in dark pink scrubs, a black pea coat keeping her warm. The hood of her coat gave her an elegant look, but her beautiful alabaster was drained of color. The light in her blue orbs was dimmed and she looked tired. "Elizabeth, are you feeling okay?" his voice full of concern.

She nodded her head vigorously, "I'm fine. Thank you again for doing this for me. I really appreciate it." She hurried out the door that had remained open to only stop in her tracks at the sound of Jason's voice.

"Elizabeth."

"Yes, Jason?" She turned to face him.

"Are you forgetting anything?" He asked with a knowing look in his eyes.

"I don't think so," she frowned.

Jason smirked "I won't be much help as a babysitter if Cameron is at work with you."

"Oh," she looked down at her son in her arms and then back at Jason, "Sorry. I forgot." Elizabeth handed over a restless Cameron to Jason. She flashed him a weak sheepish smile before softly kissing Cameron's forehead and then getting on her tiptoes she did the same to Jason. Her lips felt strangely warm against his skin for someone that was just outside. "I'll see you later."

"Bye Max. Bye Sonny," Elizabeth called over her shoulder as she dashed into the elevator.

The two men had entered the hallway moments after the young mother and her child had arrived. They had caught the entire exchange between the mother and the enforcer. Both swallowed their smiles and moved from their spots. Max took his post and found his shoes very interesting. Sonny took confident strides down the hallway to his partner's penthouse.

Leaving the door open, Jason moved further into his penthouse, waiting for one of the men to enter. He wasn't surprised to see Sonny enter and close the door behind him. A goofy grin including his dimples graced his face as the older man's eyes stayed fix on the young child and his partner.

Jason gently placed the child down on the beige sofa. Cameron's blue eyes began to roam around his surroundings in curiosity. Pulling off the child's blue hat, Jason took a seat besides Cameron. He laid him down on his back and he began to take off his jacket and sleeper. Cameron laughed and squirmed as Jason took his outerwear off. Jason purposely tickled the child even more making him squeal in laughter.

As the young child and man sat laughing, Sonny watched from a far as the two enjoyed the others company. It was the first time in what seemed like an eternity that Sonny had seen a smile on Jason's face. Seeing the younger man smile made Sonny happy to know that he was getting along well and from the looks of it thanks to Elizabeth and her son. He watched Jason cease his tickling attack on Cameron and push the heavy wooden coffee table away from the sofa. Next, he looked around in the diaper bag to pull out a blue blanket to spread on the floor. Setting Cameron down on the blanket with a few toys, Jason turned to face him.

There was a look of contentment on his face and it was a sight that Sonny was pleased to see. Pushing himself off the door he was leaning against, the older man walked towards his friend.

"How's it going?"

"Good, you?"

"Better." Sonny moved around Jason and squatted down in front of Cameron. "Hey there little guy. I'm Sonny, a friend of your mom's and Jason's. It's nice to meet you."

The young child looked at Sonny closely for a few moments before reaching his arms up to be held. Sonny happily raised the child into his arms and stood up. Cameron began to fiddle with Sonny's cross. "He's adorable. He reminds me of Elizabeth"

Jason smiled. "Like mother like son. Can you watch him for a second? I need to go heat a bottle up for him and set up his playpen upstairs."

"Sure, go ahead."

The enforcer returned from the kitchen a few minutes later carrying a Playtex bottle for Cameron, full of milk. Taking Cameron from Sonny, Jason sat down on the sofa and gave the bottle to Cameron. Immediately the child began to drink his milk.

Jason watched closely as Cameron's eyes began to drift shut from sleep. He moved the bottle side to side when Cameron stopped sucking on the nipple and when the child was done with the milk he was fast asleep.

"Jason?" The whisper reached Jason's ear.

The blue eyed enforcer looked up at his friend.

Sonny placed a hand on Jason's shoulder and smiled down at him. "I wanted you to know that I appreciate everything that you have done for me and our family." His voice an octave lower to keep from disturbing Cameron. "You're truly a great brother."

Jason nodded and looked back down at the sleeping child in his arms.

Taking in a deep breath, Sonny braced himself for the reaction he may receive for his next words. "I want you to know that no one blames you for what happened to the baby. Sam doesn't and I could never blame you for something that neither of us had control over. So please don't blame yourself for the sake of your future."

"It's hard not to," Jason muttered more to himself than to Sonny.

"I know. I blamed myself after Carly's miscarriage, but then someone helped me see that I had no control over other people's actions just like you don't." A soft smile appeared on Sonny's lips at the thought of the comfort he had received from Elizabeth in the hospital so many years ago. Just like she had helped him in the past she was helping Jason now.

"You were a wonderful father to Michael and to Sam's child and someday you will be for your own child." Sonny took a quick look at Cameron before continuing. "The child will be very lucky to have you."

He bowed his head, his eyes fixated on the sleeping Cameron.

Sonny gave Jason's shoulder a comforting squeeze and dropped his hand. "Do you need any help?"

"No I'm good."

"Goodnight then." Sonny called over his shoulder as he headed for the door.

"Wait," Jason said loud enough for Sonny to hear and low enough not to wake Cameron. "I do need something."

"Okay," the older man smiled. "What can I help you with?"

"Can I borrow your extra baby monitor?"

"You go and put Cameron down and I'll go get the monitor."

Sonny was barely out the door when he paused at the sound of Jason's hoarse voice. Turning around, he found Jason cradling the young child to his chest, his eyes soft and sincere. "Thank you."

The corners of Sonny's mouth lifted at his young friend's words. "No, thank you."

Checking the temperature of the milk Jason entered the once pink nursery that now housed the no longer slumbering child. The room was dimly lit by a lamp Jason had brought up for the child. Dressed in only his dark blue jeans Jason made his way towards the now awake Cameron. The child had been peacefully asleep for the last two hours until a few minutes ago when his soft cries had wafted through the baby monitor. Grabbing the milk bottle from the kitchen as quickly as possible he had rushed to the nursery. He didn't want Cameron to be alone in a strange place for longer than that was needed.

The young child sniffled his nose as Jason lifted him out of the playpen where he resided. Jason ran a comforting a hand up and down the child's back. "Sorry, I took so long buddy. I had to get your milk."

Sitting down on the newly polished oak floor with Cameron, Jason cradled the child in his arms. Placing the nipple of the bottle against the child's lips he waited for him to take it. Once Cameron had latched onto the bottle, Jason let out a sigh of relief. Leaning against the newly wallpapered wall he watched the child in his lap drink his milk.

It felt different being in the room that was decorated as a nursery a few weeks ago. When he had been in here the last time it had felt as if he had stepped into a room that wasn't a part of his home, but now it felt different. For the short time that Cameron had been in the room, it had had a drastic affect. The smell of baby powder mingled in the air. The playpen, the diapers, blankets, and other baby items Elizabeth had brought over for Cameron, all seemed to belong in the room. The soft glow of the moon falling over him and Cameron didn't seem out of place, but right.

The feel of Cameron's hand against his cheek brought Jason out of his thoughts. Cameron pulled on his bottle as he stared up at Jason. "Can't sleep, huh?" Jason used the thumb of the hand that held Cameron's bottle to gently stroke the child's cheek. "I can't sleep either not until I know your mom is safely out of work."

Cameron wrinkled his nose and continued to run his hand against Jason's chin. Jason gazed down at the child in arms and saw Elizabeth's button nose, her skin, and her smile. There was so much of her in her son. The way his eyes lit up at the site of something new or when the little boy laughed he saw a bit of Elizabeth's spirit in him. Jason ran a hand leisurely through Cameron's soft brown hair. It was like Elizabeth's, but with every brush through the child's hair he saw a light brown, but also a bit of a golden hue. The blue orbs that stared up at him were full of life and an intense blue like the waters off the shores of Barbados.

Soon Cameron's eyes began to drift shut as Jason softly ran his hands through the child's hair. Jason tugged on the bottle to see if the child would continue drinking milk. The nipple of the bottle easily slid out from between Cameron's lips and Jason let out a deep sigh of relief. Placing the bottle on a nightstand he had brought in from the guest bedroom, Jason straightened to his full height with care not to jerk Cameron awake.
The enforcer placed a tender kiss on the child's forehead before easing the child down to the playpen that was serving as his bed. Jason tucked the blue quilt blanket under Cameron's chin and took one last glance at the slumbering child before he left the room.

The sound of the door opening downstairs had Jason rushing down the stairs as quietly as possible. Standing at the foot of the stairs he watched Elizabeth shut the door silently behind her and lean against it, her eyes closed, her breathing hard. She pushed herself off the door with what seemed like great difficulty.

"Elizabeth," Jason called out softly. There was something wrong with Elizabeth. He could just tell from her weak appearance.

Elizabeth turned abruptly to face him. "Jason," she murmured, her eyes glazed over. "Is Cameron still awake?" Her gloved hand raised to her forehead, her eyes closed, and she took in a deep breathe.

Moving closer to her Jason asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

The young nurse swayed on her feet and Jason's arm immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Placing a hand to her forehead Jason tested her temperature. "You're not fine. You're burning up."

"Nope," she pushed against his chest weakly. "I'm perfectly fine," she murmured, her eyes fighting to stay open. "I just need Cameron and we'll be out of your hair."

"You're not going anywhere tonight." Easily picking her petite frame into his arms, Jason turned towards the stairs. Elizabeth sniffed her red nose, her face against his bare wide chest, a hand one his heart, her beautiful eyes hidden from him under the curtain of her brown locks that tickled his chest.

Being careful not to jar her awake, Jason made his way towards his bedroom. The lamp in his room was still on and the door still open from when he had rushed out to get to Cameron. Pushing the heavy oak door further open with his shoulder, he entered the room with a now fast a sleep brunette in his strong arms. Gently, placing her down on his bed, Jason looked down at the sleeping young woman, trying to figure out what to do. First thing he needed to do was get her out of her jacket.

Kneeling on the bed beside her, Jason kindly pulled her up into a sitting position. He pulled the zipper of the jacket down as quickly as possible and tugged the jacket off her. Elizabeth murmured something in her sleep. Holding her up in his arms he checked her temperature again, it was now extremely warm. He needed to get more of her clothes off to get her temperature down.

Jason took a close look at what Elizabeth was wearing. He would start at her feet that was the safest place to begin. Lying her gently back down to his pillows, Jason moved to her feet. He untied the shoe laces of her white sneakers and pulled them off. Next, came her socks. Her feet were freezing under his touch. He rubbed his hands over her feet in an effort to warm them, it didn't help much.

Standing at the foot of the bed he stared at her scrubs. They were going to have to come off. If she hurt in the morning for taking her clothes off he would understand, but all that mattered now was getting her fever to break. Cautiously, pulled Elizabeth back into a sitting position, she mumbled something he couldn't understand. Jason shrugged and began to pull the top of her scrubs off, instead of feeling skin under her shirt he felt cotton, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She plopped onto her back now in just a white tank top and her dark pink scrub bottoms. The outline of her blue bra was visible under her white tank, making Jason swallow roughly and look away quickly.

He had accomplished the easy part. It was time for the hard part that Jason dreaded. Using her position to his advantage, Jason pulled on the drawstring of her scrubs quickly and pulled his dark blue covers over her. Her feet poked out from under the covers. The tall enforcer moved towards her feet and exposed her legs. Then, slowly Jason tugged on the pink fabric until they were bunched up at her feet. Sighing, Jason collected all her clothes and draped them over a chair in his room and placed her socks in her sneakers that went under his bed.

Elizabeth shifted onto her side and muttered something again.

Jason shook his head at her and moved into his bathroom. He threw a couple small washcloths over his shoulder, grabbed the washbasin that sat in the cupboard of the sink, and the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. Filling the basin up with enough cold water, Jason walked back into his room. Placing the washbasin full of water on the night stand besides the bed he wetted a washcloth and wringed all the excess water out.
The brunette in his bed was now on her back, fast asleep. Her skin flushed skin from the fever. Gently, Jason placed a washcloth on her forehead and pushed the thermometer into her mouth under her tongue. Walking very quietly away from the sleeping brunette and grabbed her jacket, Jason stepped into the hallway and walked downstairs as he searched the pockets of her pea coat. Once downstairs, Jason opened the door to find a wide awake Francis staring back at him.

"Hi, Jason," the guard greeted him.

"Hey Francis," the guard caught the keys that Jason flicked at him. "Can you please go to Elizabeth's and grab her fresh clothes and some of the things that Cameron may need?"

Francis bit the inside of his cheek from smiling. "Sure, no problem."

"Thanks." Jason called out to the guard's back.

Shutting the door behind him, Jason opened the door to the closet and hung Elizabeth's black pea coat next to his black leather jacket. Moving away from his closet, Jason picked up his phone for the second time for the night and dialed a number uneasily. It was past eleven and he rarely called this number.

His father's sleepy voice said "Hello," into the phone.

"Alan?"

"Jason," his name sounded shocked.

"I'm sorry to call you this late, but I know that Elizabeth has a morning shift tomorrow and I wanted to let you know that she won't able to come in." Jason calmly explained. "She has a very high fever and she most likely won't be feeling better in the morning to go to work." If he had anything to do with it she wouldn't be leaving his penthouse until she was fully recovered.

"Thank you for letting me know. I'll take care of it in the morning and if you need anything else let me know."

"Thank you, I will."

"Goodnight Jason." Alan told him.

After a quick pause, Jason murmured, "Goodnight" and hung up the phone.

Taking quick strides into the kitchen, he filled up a glass of cold water and turned back around to enter the living room. Turning off all the lights, Jason made his way up the staircase for what seemed like the fifth time of the night. He arrived in time to the master bedroom to see Elizabeth sit up to only immediately plop back down with a groan. Looked like she had a headache too.

Jason placed the glass of water down on the night table; he took the wet washcloth off her forehead and pulled the thermometer from her mouth. The LCD screen of the thermometer lit up and Jason's eyes grew wide at the numbers, 103 degrees and the woman thought she was fine. Placing the thermometer down he opened the first drawer for the aspirin he kept at hand. Popping the bottle open he shook two pills out and placed the bottle back to its spot. Now, he needed to get Elizabeth to take them.

"Elizabeth," Jason gently whispered.

She cooed in response.

"I guess you're awake," he sat down besides her. "Can you sit up for me?"

"No," she pouted, her eyes still closed.

"Then open your mouth for me."

"No," was the response he received as she turned away from him.

Jason blew out a huff of air and gently turned her back to face him. She instead landed on her back. He shrugged and moved closer to her face. Using his long pointer finger he pulled her chin down and dropped in the tablets. She groaned in response and automatically sat up for the water, which Jason held to her lips and titled the glass until she pushed it away.

Wetting a new washcloth, Jason with great care wiped Elizabeth's face with it; she wrinkled her face at the cold touch. Jason continued to wipe her face to help the temperature of her skin. He moved the cloth down her neck and grazed the cloth across her collarbone. Elizabeth's lips parted and a moan escaped them.

Jason froze at the sound. She wasn't supposed to do that. This was not a good idea on his part. Slowly he removed the washcloth as he climbed off the bed and decided that he had done enough. Wringing a washcloth that sat in the washbasin, Jason carefully placed it on Elizabeth's forehead and stepped back. Elizabeth pulled off the washcloth and threw it. It landed square on his bare chest. Picking up the washcloth and the baby monitor Jason glared at her through narrow eyes.

Dabbing at his wet chest, Jason turned around and began to walk away, but stopped at Elizabeth's hoarse voice.

"Jason."

He paused in his tracks and rotated around to face her, "Yes?"

She shifted the covers and groaned.

Sighing heavily, Jason walked back to the bed. He softly brushed her bangs out of her eyes and ignored her smooth flushed punk skin. His hand remained on her cheek when she shifted again and took his arm with her as Jason's eyes widened in alarm. Jason's arm now laid nestled under her and pressed to her chest by Elizabeth. Putting the baby monitor and washcloth quietly down on the side table with his free arm, Jason tugged slowly, but Elizabeth only tightened her hold on it. She shifted her body even more, making Jason bend over the bed so he wouldn't go crashing on top of her.

"Elizabeth, I need my arm back," he whispered desperately to her.

She mewed in response.

The enforcer looked around for something, anything that would help him get out of the situation he had gotten himself in. The chair was to far away for him to sit down in and let Elizabeth sleep with his arm. He couldn't on the floor; the bed was too far high for him to be able to sit down comfortable with his arm suspended in air. He didn't want freedom for his arm that badly that he would wake her up to free it from the confines of her arms. That left him with only one option: getting into bed with Elizabeth Webber.

Reluctantly, Jason climbed onto his bed, under the covers with his body in an odd position. He reminded himself that Elizabeth was sick and asleep and it wasn't her fault that her fever deranged mind took his arm captive. He made sure that there was enough space between them so that they didn't touch.

He tried not to shift. His arm was across his body under Elizabeth, while there was a good ten inches between, which also left him on the edge of the bed. The muscles in his arm were sure going to be stiff in the morning. Elizabeth mumbled something in her sleep and rotated on top of his arm and flanked her petite over his larger one. Apparently, Elizabeth didn't understand personal space while she slept. She sighed contently and snuggled into his naked side. All Jason could do was stare down at her and hope he could sneak out of bed in the morning before she woke up. She slipped a warm bare thigh in between Jason's jean clad legs, causing him to groan out loud.

It was going to be a long night.

Jason woke to a painful throbbing in his groin. There was something heavy over him and something very low on his stomach. Something warm was also positioned over one of his thighs. He felt something soft and smooth beneath his hands. As the fog of sleep cleared he realized where he was and who was on top of him. Elizabeth

Sometime during the night Elizabeth had comfortably situated herself on top of him. The ache in his groins was because of her soft body. Her digits were dangerously low below his navel. And it was her center that was straddling his thigh. How he was touching her skin made no sense to him. He moved his hands a little higher and realized that her shirt had ridden up during the night and his hands some how now spanned her small back.

From the feel of it her fever had broken. That was a good thing, but it didn't help his situation much.

Slowly, Jason opened one eye at a time and immediately regretted it. He had a clear view down Elizabeth's white tank top. Pretending like he didn't see any of her milky white skin, Jason stared up at the ceiling. Her hair was spread across his chest with her other hand on his heart. He needed to get out from under her before she woke up to notice his arousal.

Swallowing thickly, Jason moved one of his rough hands against Elizabeth's bare back. She mewed from the contact. Jason's body went still.

Taking in a sharp intake of air, Jason decided stay still and pretend to be a sleep, but unfortunately the brunette in his arms had other ideas.

Jason stared at the ceiling in horror as he felt Elizabeth's hand scorch his skin as she moved her hand over his belly button and abs until it reached his chest. He took a quick glance down in time to see her eyelids flutter open to reveal her sleepy cornflower blue eyes. She pushed herself up using his chest and stared down at him in with wide awake shocked eyes.

Neither one of them spoke as time stretched out.

"Hi," Elizabeth murmured meekly.

"Hi," Jason whispered back with a weak smile, trying to keep his eyes on her face and not on her exposed skin. "Glad you're feeling better."

Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut as a blush tainted her skin red. "I didn't throw up on you, did I?"

A sandy eyebrow arched in question. "No, why are you going to now?" Jason asked bracing himself.

"No, I'm not. I was just making sure. I usually throw up when I'm sick."

Nodding, his head, Jason flipped them so that he was lying on top of her. The sudden movement caused both of them to realize their close proximity.

Their lips were a breath apart. Their bodies molded from chest to waist. Their legs now tangled together. His hands on her hips, hers around his neck.

The blue eyed enforcer stared down at Elizabeth, while the young nurse stared up at him.

Jason's eyes zeroed in on her soft pink lips.

"I think we should get up," she murmured taking in deep breaths.

"Yeah, we should," his attention solely on her lips.

Neither of them attempted to move. The distance between lessened as their heads moved on their own accord.

Reluctantly, Jason cleared his throat and rolled off of Elizabeth. He could feel the imprint of her body on his. Taking a in a sharp breathe, he got out of bed.

"I'll go check on Cameron and go get you some soup," he said, standing at the side of the bed. A smirk made its way to his face. "Broccoli."

Elizabeth shot straight up. She frowned. "You're getting revenge for the gallons of soup I feed you?"

"No, it's good for you."

A lopsided grin graced Jason's face as he swaggered away from a pouting Elizabeth.