Title: Just the Same
Author: AbayJ
Disclaimer: I own nada…
Rating: G - 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.
Author's Note I : Okay, I'm sorry for the delay, problems and lack of inspiration made it hard for me to write this but I hope next chapter will come quicker then this one. I hope you guys like this! The song belongs to the Goo Goo Dolls!
Author's Note II: Read and review!

Part Three: Awake Now

I've been where the river ran
I'm drownin' in a sunless sea
Sleep has helped me find my end
You promised me you'd set me free
Don't fall asleep to dream

A shiver ran down his spine as he heard the voice come over the husky and broken, it couldn't be. Not her . . . she was dead. He had grieved for her, had held Carly as she cried, took care of the business when Sonny broke down, and reduced Little John when his own father couldn't look into his blue eyes because it reminded him of Courtney. No Courtney was dead! Port Charles had lost her. He had lost her. Shaking his head, he moves into the bathroom and turned on the water. Ignoring his face in the mirror, which he as sure was hollow from lack of sleep and to many nights at Jakes. The phone still at his ear. He had been quiet, hopping he could catch a clue at whom this was but he didn't hear anyone or anything.

"Look, whoever this is, stops it. It's not funny . . . "

He muttered into the phone. Part of him wanting to hang up but the other part wanted to find out who this was so he could hurt them. A sick joke like this deserved punishment. A sick joke like this made him want to shoot the person. To dangle Courtney in front of him was like to tease a dying man with a chance at life, then taking it back. The voice came out clearer this time but it was still tired.

"Jason, please believe it's I . . . please."

He tried to ignore the voice, with all his vain he tried, he even tried to hang up the phone but he couldn't. It sounded so much like her. So much it scared him. What of it was Courtney? Weirder things had happened right? Shaking his head, he looked at the phone again, thinking about hanging up but he pauses. "Courtney, is it really you?" He asked as he sat on the closed seat of the toilet. Maybe pretending for a while wouldn't hurt. Maybe if he closed his eyes and listened to her voice, she would be here again. Leaning back, he tried to imagine her here with him. That she was the one he had just made love and not to the whore in his bed now. Her blonde hair and blue eyes hadn't matched Courtney's but in a drunken haze it had been close enough.

"Yes, Jason you have to help me . . . I'm in . . . I'm in Greece." The mummer came over the phone and the static began to pick up. Blaring in his ear and he strained to here the voice and then it was silence. It was gone. The voice in the night was gone. With shaking hands, he stood up, his hand planted firmly on the sink and leaned toward it. Bending himself over the water and let it splash on his face. Let it soak up the tears and sweat. Trying to get the voice out of his mind, her voice.

"I was wondering where you went big boy . . . " A voice stopped him and he turned. Looking at the naked woman in the doorway. How she had passed for Courtney, even when he was drunk he wasn't sure. She was more lithe, skin and bones and her chest was fake. That had been evident. Closing his eyes, he shook his head. "Are you going to come back to bed?"

She asked with her husky tone and he only shakes his head. Moving past her and going to his jeans. Pulling out his wallet and pulling out some bills and throwing them on the bed. Then he pulled the jeans and T-shirt from the night before. Slipping his wallet and phone into his pocket. "Take whatever is there, eat something, and just get out."

He muttered toward her. Courtney's voice still ringing in his mind and he left. Instructing a guard to go in the Penthouse, watch the woman, and then drive her wherever she needed to go. Then he got on the elevator. Letting a tear slip down his cheek as he thought of Courtney. In Greece she had said. Greece? Then he stepped off the elevator when he reached the ground floor and left. Going to the one person that could help him.

A banshee's at my window pane
There's an angel at my feet
Don't fall asleep to dream

I'm awake now
(You can't touch me, I won't sleep no more)
I'm awake now

Courtney stared at the phone. Her one lifeline was gone. She was truly alone now. Biting her lip, trying to stop the tears that were coming but it was useless. Jason had no idea where she was, except Greece and the cell phone had died. Leaning her head on the steering wheel, she let the tears fall onto it. Then something jerked her up, the man who had filled her gas tank up was at the side of her door. Saying something in rapid Greek that she didn't quite understand. She looked up at him helplessly and he just nodded, some how understanding she had no clue what he had said. Then he began to speak in broken English.

"You okay?"

He said and she only nodded, not wanting to talk to anyone. Not wanting to listen to his sympathy, though as much as she wanted human contact. Biting her lip, she pulled out the wad of money and gave him half. He nodded and patted the roof of the car and she drove away fast. She needed to get to some landmark, any and hope for a pay phone. She needed to find a way for Jason to find her. Driving and driving, looking around every corner. For anything that might help her. All signs were in Greek though. But she kept driving, hopping she would find something she recognized but still nothing.

An hour must have passed before she noticed that she was beginning to drive toward country land. No landmarks, no places to stop, just lots of farm land. It was useless. Totally useless. Soon she would be out of gas again and she would be no closer to finding Jason. She might as well head back to where she started from, it was the closest thing to a town she had seen. Turning the car around she began to drive back where she had been. Hopping with everything she had in her that Jason would find her.

In the corner of my mind
Where he sits and waits for me
There's a wall of confusion building
And the sky begins to bleed on me
Don't fall asleep to dream

I'm looking for a way out now
Peace of mind is all I need
Don't fall asleep to dream

Jason walked off the plane. Stan had found some signal and pinpointed the city where Courtney had been when she had called but that was it, the earthquake that had hit there hours before had made it near impossible for an exact location but it had been enough, enough for Jason to go on anyway. Walking past customs, he walked to a man who was waiting for him. It was one of Sonny's contacts in Greece. Jason had called him hours before. He would need help to find Courtney and he was the one person he could trust.

"Mr. Kalsoppes."

Jason said, reaching out his hand to the older man who smiled and shook his hand heartily.

"Mr. Morgan, I was surprised when you called me at this late hour but I am always willing to help a friend in need and Mr. Corinthos is a very good friend of mine."

He said in his thick accent and led Jason past security, no need to check him out, all the people knew all friends of Mr. Kalsoppes carried a weapon and all knew not to stop him. There would have been no reason. He owned everything and everyone in this town. Shaking his head, he got into the limousine he had been waiting for them. Sliding in and then Mr. Kalsoppes joined him.

"Drink?"

He olds up a bottle of an expensive wine but Jason only shakes head, he was in no mood to party, he was looking for Courtney and she was the only one that counted.

"No, has there been any news of Corintho's sister?"

Jason asked the man, taking the sip of the wine, he looks at Jason dead in the eye.

"She is at a local bar, my men are watching her from a distance to make sure she will not be bothered but I have news my friend."

The man's tone turns serious and Jason takes a deep breath. This was the news he had been waiting for, that it wasn't the woman Stan had sent over a fax, it was a fake, someone who wanted Jason or Sonny dead. It was a setup.

"What?"

Jason asks shortly and Kalsoppes tilts he had to the side.

"She is a wanted woman."

Jason head snaps back in shock. Wanted? How? Why? Closing his eyes, he sighs deeply. But this meant it had been Courtney. That Courtney was alive and wanted for something. Taking another deep breath, he opens his eyes.

"But it is Sonny Corinthos's sister, correct?"

Jason asks the man coldly and the man only nods, a hint of smile plays at his lips but he doesn't say what he is thinking, only pulls a piece of paper from his chest pocket. Handing it to Jason. It was Courtney, a large picture graced the front along with the heading in Greek that someone had written under with a red pen, Wanted. He read further, ignoring the Greek and reading the red pen marks.

Wanted for Murder of a man and woman.

Two servants.

If you see this woman call 05-34-23-43.

Jason looked up at the older men.

"How accurate is this information?"

He only asks and the other man gives a sullen sigh.

"Very my friend and I am afraid I am not able to do anything about it. Only thing I could do is help you but escape without having to go through the check at the airport. That should get you back to the States."

He tells him and Jason nods. That would have to do until he could figure all of this out. Until then, he needed to get Courtney out of this dump and back home. Safely. Leaning his head against the back of the limo. Thankful the other man didn't say anything else.

I'm awake now
(You can't touch me, I won't sleep no more)
I'm awake now
(You can't touch me, I won't sleep no more)

I'm awake now
(You can't touch me, I won't sleep no more)
I'm awake now

Courtney took another sip of her water before she looked around. The bar had cleared out over an hour ago, along with the rest of her money, now she was stuck drinking the water, at least it was cool and the food had filled her stomach. Biting her lip, she laid her head on the scared wooden table. Wondering where she would go from then on. No money, no hope, and unless Jason came, she would most likely be picked up. She had seen the posters with her face and though people had looked at her with whispers on their breaths, no one had come.

What she was wanted for was beyond her and scared her at the same time but over the last few 12 hours, she had finally come to terms with her fate. Soon a cop would come and get her and she would be in jail. At least it was better then the place she had been and she had a chance to get one phone call. Sighing, she sat back up and looked at the old man at the bar. He smiled and then looked away again. Then the doors open and she knew who it was. It was the police.

Laughing softly to herself, she decided she might as well stand up and get ready. When she turned to see whom, it was, she nearly screamed, then almost fainted. Then he made his way toward her. She started to walk his way. When they were nearly touching, she jumped and launched herself into his arms.

"Thank God."

She whispered and his arms came around her waist. Holding her tightly and tears began to fall.

"You're save now."

He whispered and she only nodded.

"Thank you Jason."

She whispered.

I'm awake now
I'm awake now
I'm awake now
I'm awake now

R/R!