Title: Just the Same

Author: AbayJ

Disclaimer: I own nada…if I did…let's just say, GH would be a lot more interesting!

Rating: K – M (Will change the rating as we go along)

Archiving or Spreading: Just ask and of course give me credit

Genre: Drama/Angst/Song Fic (Parts of it)/WIP

Couple: Eventually Journey

Summery: What if someone wasn't dead? Would it change the lives of people who had come to accept her death or would everything just stay the same?

Warning: I did edit this, but I am horrible at it. If you like Journey fan and fan or other couples I have stated in my BIO, maybe you can Beta for me! Just E-Mail me Note I : I haven't written for a while, no inspiration, but this idea has been playing around in my head and even if you don't like Journey, you may like this. I don't know. But it will be Journey, sooner or later. Also remember, I'm a little rusty, so if it isn't up to par, I'm sorry but I do take pride in my work and I love to know what people think.

Author's Note II: Remember, I'm a review whore, so I love all of them! Even flames, as long as they are constructive! If you don't like it, tell me why, in a smart and sensible way or just don't read it! No one is forcing you too!

Author's Note III: I've got Part Two done, if you guys feed my need for reviews, I'll update!

Part One: Make a Wish

The blonde felt her head; it was pounding again, which wasn't anything new actually. It pounded off and on all the time, she didn't know why but it did. It could be because of the dust in the old room she was trapped in, that sometimes she was to lazy to clean with the small bits of cleaning products that they handed through a small trap door before it was locked again and kept her from the outside world.

Oh, she knew what was going on out there. She knew about the political landscape in the United States, the new Power Leader in Europe, along with the new power in the Middle East. She even knew about her brother attempt at suicide and his time in prison for killing a man before getting off with parole. She knew all these things from the papers and the TV she got to watch. Though, she hadn't heard from anyone, hadn't spoke to anyone but herself in 6 years and once in a great while, the voice outside the door.

6 years, it seemed more but the calendar on her wall stated the truth, it laughed at her. 6 years had past from the fateful day, and still nothing had changed. Even about her. Her blonde hair was just as blonde and her blue eyes were just as bright, even if the soul behind them was crushed.

But one thing had changed; he son was now 6 years old. Today. Smiling to herself a bit, she sat on the bed and looked at the picture the mysterious hand had handed to her just through the door. He had his father's coloring and her eyes, he looked like a regal prince he was. Pressing her lips to the boy's forehead, she moved to the barred window that she had found in her first few weeks in this room to be impassable.

The sun was just rising and she knew soon, the trap door would open and her breakfast, papers, and new magazines would be pushed through. Along with her medicine that they believed she took, though, she probably had spoiled the water in this place with drugs, as many times she had flushed them down the toilet. She didn't need them, they thought she did, but she knew. She wasn't crazy...just lonely sometimes. Once and a while, if she acted crazy, she would get someone to talk through the door to her and other times, she only got a soundless clutter of the latch being turned, a pill along with water shoved at her and then silence.

Shaking her head, she heard the latch being turned but before it opened, she was down on the ground. She felt the vibrations and she quivered. She knew what it was, she had felt many during her 6 years here, but this one was different. This one rattled her body from side to side, jarred things off the wall and sent her possessions flying here and there. Pressing the picture of John close to her heart, she remember hearing screams just outside the door, right before a sharp pain in her head knocked her unconscious.

"1...2...3...Make a wish!" Carly said with joy as she watched her godson blow out the candles with gusto and with a clap of her hands, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. Today was his 6th birthday party and the 6-year anniversary of her Friends death, her best friend's death. Coughing to disguise the veil of tears that threaten to fall down her cheeks, she reached for the knife and with shaking hands; she began to cut the cake.

She leaned close to the boy who reminded her everyday how beautiful Courtney was and asked which slice of cake he would like. He pointed to the middle where the Matchbox Car Designed started. "That part Aunt Carly!"

He said with a large smile and she laughed softly. Just like his mother, he wanted to be in the middle of everything and with a bright smile, he stood on his knees and watched his Aunt Carly begin to cut her way to there. Handing him the first piece with a smile. "There ya go little guy..." She said with a smile and then began plating other pieces of cake for the guest. The first one in line was of course Morgan, followed by Michael who as now 14 and growing to a handsome man. Kristina, Sonny, Jason, Nikolas, Emily, Jax, Bobbie, and Mike behind them also waited.

When the cake was passed out and everyone, in their respected groups began to eat, Carly moved to the den and pulled out a photo album. Smiling at the grouping of pictures she had kept in this one book, she tried to sniff back the tears but it didn't work. They began to flow.

This was a tradition of hers. This is what she did every year, on his John's birthday and on Courtney's anniversary. Showing herself all the reasons she loved her best friend and then showing the same picture to her best friends son. All so he would never forget his mother. Never. She wouldn't even let John call Emily mother, long after Emily had adopted him. Courtney was John's mother, no matter what papers said and thankfully, Emily never made a fuss and agreed.

Flipping back and forth between pictures, she didn't notice the door open or her other best friend walk through it. She didn't notice until she felt someone knelt by her and placing a hand on her knee.

"She was beautiful..." Jason said quietly and looked at the picture with Carly. It was something he did once in a while. Looking at his and Courtney's wedding pictures he had selfishly hid from Carly.

A year after Courtney's death, she had went everywhere to find every picture she could of Courtney. Searching high and low until she thought she had everyone. Even if he had to lie to her, this morning, he knew why he did it. It gave him a calm sense, as if she was just behind him. Supporting him. It was silly and usually he didn't give into a false sense of security but once in a while, it was okay, especially on a day like this.

"John has her eyes..." Carly sniffed and Jason only nodded his head. Pulling up a chair and look through the pictures with her as she cried and told him the stories, stories he had heard a thousands of times, behind each picture. Only nodding his head and smiling in response. Carly needed this and sometimes, even he did. It was nice to remember the woman who had loved him for him and not what she needed from him. He liked remembering that even if it would never be his again.

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