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Rated: NC-17

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There You'll Be

Chapter Two

His arms slipped around Elizabeth before she could crumble to the floor, making Jason release a shaky breath of relief. As he lifted her into his arms, he couldn't help but notice how slim she was, much smaller than her usually willowy figure. Long dark lashes lay on her cheeks that were so pale the sooty fringe looked like shadows. She murmured incoherently and turned into his arms, a hand sliding around his neck.

"Bring her over here," he was yanked out of his observations by his sister's worried voice. She was heading to the lounge, her steps quick and hurried. Jason followed after, gently laying Elizabeth across the couch then stepping aside so that Emily could examine her.

"What's wrong with her?"

Emily's head snapped around, a frown creasing her brow, but she answered, "I don't know. Stress?" She lifted Elizabeth's wrist, glancing down at her watch taking her pulse. "Her heart rate is accelerated, and she's pale. That could be fatigue."

"She looks sick."

"Stress and fatigue can be factors of their own, or signals of a larger problem."

"Shouldn't she be admitted or something."

"No," came a stubborn murmur as Elizabeth finally began to stir, "I'm fine. I was just a little lightheaded that's all."

"You passed out." She blinked a few times before wearily opening her eyes and sitting up. For a moment her eyes looked disheartened, as if the weight on her shoulders was starting to crush her, and he hated it. He wanted to shove her back down, if it got her some rest. What the hell had she been doing to herself to get this way? Was she really sick? Not discounting Emily, but she wasn't a doctor yet, so maybe they should get someone to look at Elizabeth.

"I didn't eat anything for lunch that's all."

"That's not all," but before he could continue Emily spoke up.

"I see Robin at the nurses' station; I can get her to come over just to make sure that you're okay."

"No," the obstinate woman insisted, "I'm fine. It's like I said, I was a little lightheaded because I missed lunch." Blue eyes pinned him with an insistent stare, almost daring him to object. At least that was better than that broken look in her eyes. "I was on my way down to the cafeteria. As soon as I get something to eat, everything will be okay."

There was no sense in persisting, because he knew once Elizabeth got that dogged look in her eye, nothing would change her mind. The fact that he would have preferred Robin to examine her didn't matter. "Jason, why don't you take Liz out to lunch?"

They both snapped around to Emily, seeing the smile on her face, "I think it's a good solution. Liz eats, and you can keep an eye on her to make sure that she doesn't have another fainting episode."

"I told you,"

"That's a good idea."

The frown on her face would have been frightening, if he didn't want to smile so badly. Instead, he settled for a bland expression, though he could tell Elizabeth wasn't fooled one bit. "It's that or I go get Robin."

"You're not the boss of me Jason."

"No, but you don't want us to make a fuss, right?" She huffed and rolled her eyes, "What you don't want to have lunch with me?"

"You know that isn't what I meant."

"Then let me take you to lunch."

Quiet stretched between them as she considered, "Fine. I need to get my purse. I'll meet you down in the cafeteria."

"No," he knew exactly the crap they sold in that cafeteria, he wanted something substantial in her stomach, "Meet me at the front exit; I'll take you to Kelly's."

"I don't have time for that," she tried to stand, and he watched her drag in a shaky breath, so he stepped forward placing both hands on her arms helping her to rise. Was surrounded by the scent of her. Sweet, feminine. A memory tried to resurface but he determinedly shoved it down. When she lifted her head, he could tell from the hint of heat in her gaze that she was doing the same. It was one of the first times he had touched her, since, and he was unprepared for the surge of feelings that swept through him. Frowning nervously, he took a step back, licking lips that had gone dry and had to look away from her.

"Kelly's or Robin," he insisted.

"Fine," she snarled and even that made his body react. He was going crazy. That was the only solution. She stalked toward the elevator, pushing the call button. She didn't turn back until the doors slid open and that same disgusted curl was on her mouth as she stepped inside.

"Jason?" He blinked at the sound of his sister's voice because for a moment he had completely forgotten her presence. She had a curious expression on her face which didn't bode well for her next words. "Do you know about Liz and Lucky's problems?"

He didn't know how much he should answer that question, he knew all about their problems. He just didn't know if Elizabeth had told Emily she told him, "That Lucky is in recovery?" He figured that much would be safe to reveal. It didn't tell how much he knew, or how he had come by that knowledge.

"Yes. I'm worried about her Jason, she takes on so much," Emily glanced back at the elevator Elizabeth had just entered, "Something's wrong. She doesn't talk to me or Nikolas anymore, just bottles it all inside when I know it has to be hard on her. I just wish there was something I could do to make this easier on them. Do you think if I took Cameron for the weekend to give them some time alone, that Elizabeth would be suspicious?"

Time for them alone, together. The words sat like lead in the pit of his stomach. Why, he refused to acknowledge. "Yes," he knew that was true. Elizabeth was extremely sensitive about things like that, people trying to do things for her. Yet, she might appreciate the time with Lucky alone, "But maybe she wouldn't mind," he forced himself to answer.

A relieved smile curved Emily's mouth, "Good, I think it would be nice for them to have some time together, maybe they could go out and do something."

"I should go," he stepped back before he could react to the image, "She will be downstairs waiting for me."

"Take care of her Jason."

He simply nodded, of course he would.

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The salty air coming in off the water carried a nice breeze that brushed across her warm face, making her close her eyes with pleasure. The remains of the turkey deluxe sandwich sat on the bench next to her and she held the small basket of fries in her hand, occasionally eating one as she watched the large ships on the water. There were a few smaller boats skimming across, taking in final days of warm weather that was gradually changing. Soon it would be too cold and those pleasure crafts would be stored for the winter. It was funny how life went on around her despite how much she seemed to be struggling.

She should be angry with Jason for blackmailing her out of the hospital for lunch, but couldn't find the energy to be. Besides, it was the first time someone had been concerned for her. Not for her and Lucky. As if she was an extension of his recovery and didn't have troubles of her own. As if their marriage had made them into one person, obliterating her individuality.

Jason had always seen her though.

Proven, when he called Kelly's enroute to the diner and ordered her lunch for carry out and brought her down here to the docks for lunch. She hadn't wanted to be bothered with the crowds, the suspicious glances in her direction. The pity. Too many people knew about the problems in her marriage. Too many were ready to offer their commiseration, or say how courageous she was for standing by Lucky. How to say there were days when she wanted to pack her bags, take her son and leave? That would surely shock everyone.

Everyone but Jason.

"I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time," she murmured, finally risking a glance in his direction. There had been silence between them since leaving the hospital. His only words, asking what she wanted for lunch. He had placed a gentle hand at the small of her back as he lead her down the stairs to sit on the benches, then sat a proper distance away saying nothing as she devoured the lunch he had bought her. As a token of truce, she held the basket over in his direction and smiled slightly.

Few people knew Jason Morgan had a thing for French fries. It was a secret she would always hold close to her heart.

An eyebrow lifted, but she knew he was tempted, "Go ahead, I'm stuffed."

"You should eat, you look like you've lost weight," concern filled those eyes out reaching the desire for his favorite.

"Then share with me," she insisted, closing the distance between them, curling her legs beneath her. He slipped an arm around her shoulders, and she settled into the curve of his shoulder releasing a breath of the first sense of peace she'd had in months. Jason reached down and took a fry, making her chuckle lightly and eat one herself. "How have you been?" She might have troubles of her own, but she wasn't blind. If she had lost weight, then so had he. His face was lined with fatigue, but now that it was just the two of them, she could see the desolation in his eyes. She appreciated that Jason could relax enough around her to reveal that vulnerability, yet she hated that look in his eyes.

"I'm fine," he murmured, after swallowing.

"Yeah, just like I'm fine," she muttered and lifted her bottle of water to drink several swallows, offered him some which he accpeted with a quiet thanks. "Have you spoken to Sam lately?"

By the line of tension that formed around his mouth, she took that as a definite no. Jason kept so much about his relationship with Sam bottle up inside of him. Anger. Guilt. Seeing Sam having sex with Ric had hurt Jason, but he believed he didn't have a right to those feelings because he had pushed her away. She would have been the first to tell him that his feelings weren't wrong or right. They were just his feelings and he was entitled to them. Suppressing them behind that protective wall he placed before himself and the world wasn't going to make them go away. Until he acknowledged them, they would always be there waiting to hurt him over and over again.

Yeah, and who was she to be offering advice to anyone.

"I don't," he paused and took a deep breath, "Yeah; she spends most of her time with Kristina and Molly now that Alexis is in the hospital."

It had come as a horrible shock to hear that Alexis was battling lung cancer. It made her problems with Lucky seem petty in comparison. There Alexis was, fighting for her very life, probably terrified that she would leave her children motherless and the only problem she had was a broken marriage. Hell, Alexis even had that, considering Sam and Ric had slept together. "So have you talked about your relationship?"

"We don't have a relationship," he frowned and lifted another French fry, "I'll be there for her if she needs me," he pursed his lips, "But the rest," he trailed off and she got the point. Jason wasn't willing to risk the rest.

"Do you still love her?"

"Do you still love Lucky?" he asked, and then remorse filled those cerulean eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she shrugged, "I asked you." Then she ate another fry as well, "I don't know anymore," she whispered as if saying the words out loud was blasphemous. "I'm supposed to love Lucky. We're married. We promised each other better or worse, but sometimes I feel like asking, when do we get to the better part." Because tears filled her eyes, she took a shaky breath, eyes blinking quickly to push them away. "Everything is so horrible."

And here with Jason, she could reveal truths that she couldn't share with anyone else, "Every day is like walking in a mine field. Lucky's so tense. Angry. I know its because of the drugs, but I'm so tired of watching what I say or do, wondering if something will set him off and he'll go looking for a fix. If he'll climb into bed with Maxie again once he gets it."

"Elizabeth."

But she continued on, needing to get it all out, knowing the comfort in his voice would break her, "Cam knows something is wrong, he just doesn't understand what. He's so confused, sometimes Lucky has good days, but there are more bad ones than good. Just the other day, he didn't want to go to daycare and he threw a tantrum." She gestured weakly, "Kept kicking off his shoes and telling me no."

Jason slid the basket of fries from her hand and set it on the bench, pulling her into his arms and the tears she knew were coming burst free. "I just don't know what to do anymore," she sobbed into his chest. "I'm so tired all the time. I go to work and take care of Cam, then I have to deal with Lucky and I feel so guilty because part of me doesn't want to deal with Lucky. I feel like screaming at him, how could he do this? How could he do this to me? And that sounds so selfish, because he didn't do it to me, but it feels like it Jason."

He said nothing, giving her the opportunity to cry, so she did, cried until her chest burned from it, until she felt weak and tired and there were no more tears left to shed. All the while, brushing a comforting hand over her head, his arms holding her so carefully. When the wracking sobs finally ceased, and silence stretched between them he finally said, "I don't know if I love her. I remember what we had. And part of me desperately wants that back. Yet, I can't get the image of her and Ric out of my head. I feel like I drove her to do that because I pushed her away. How do I move past that? That I drove the woman I loved into another man's arms because I was trying to protect her. Why do I have the right to feel hurt, Sam is the one who was hurt?"

His chest lifted, held for one long moment, the lowered as he released an audible breath, "I have no right to feel betrayed."

"You have the right to feel whatever you want," she murmured softly, "It isn't your fault that Sam slept with Ric."

"I pushed her away."

"And she's a grown woman!" Elizabeth sat up, ignoring that her eyes were probably red and swollen, her face puffy form the crying jag, "Yes, you pushed her away. Yes you hurt her, but you didn't make her sleep with Ric."

"If I just listened to her, if I hadn't tried to make decisions for her, it never would have happened."

"Really? So did you make that decision for her too Jason?"

"Of course not, but that doesn't mean,"

"It means that it happened. I'm sorry that you're hurting, but you can't take all of this on yourself. You hurt Sam, but just like you shouldn't have pushed her away trying to protect her, you shouldn't take on her actions as a result of them. You aren't her parent Jason. You aren't responsible for her choices." She touched a hand to his face, forcing him to look at her and the sorrow in his eyes broke her heart, "You're going to have to forgive her. And yourself."

"My life is still too dangerous," he murmured. "I don't know if I can keep her safe."

"What is safe Jason? Nothing is ever one hundred percent safe, life isn't safe." A small smile touched her lips, "Love isn't safe."

He nodded, and then a wry curve touched his lips, "I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around."

"Who takes care of you? Besides, I'm fine."

"And that's why you fainted," the disbelief in his voice plain.

"Extenuating circumstances," she shrugged, refusing to tell him about the other time. "I can take care of myself just fine."

"I know," he answered.

She glanced down at her watch, eyes widening as she realized she had been gone from the hospital for more than ninety minutes, "Epiphany is going to kill me." She grabbed the remains of her lunch and began shoving them back into the carryout bag. He took the garbage from her and neatly tossed it in the waste basket a few feet away. "I only get thirty minutes for lunch. Not an hour and a half!"

"If you tell her that you weren't feeling well,"

"No!" she cut him off, that was the last thing she wanted. Gossip ran rampant in GH as it was. If she told Epiphany that she fainted, there would be rumors spreading through the hospital that she was pregnant. "I just…" the thought trailed off from her lips as her heart hammered to a stop in her chest.

Oh no, the thought whimpered through her mind.

"What's today's date?" She demanded, confusing the hell out of Jason.

He blinked, probably wondering about the change of subject, "October twenty first," he answered.

Oh no.

Furiously she mentally counted back. Back. Back. Back to the first of August.

It was impossible.

"Elizabeth what's wrong?"

His voice sounded like it was coming from a long dark tunnel, she had to focus on his mouth make sense of the words he were speaking. How could she have been so damned blind? The lightheadedness. The fatigue. The nausea. They were all symptoms that she was terribly familiar with. She had been...no she shook her head, it was just stress. She was wrong. She went to the store last month to buy pads. Then she remembered how light her period was, and rather than the usual four days had only lasted two. Light spotting and no cramping at all. She had put it down to worry about Lucky. Yet if that were the case, she should have had her period by now. She was always very regular. It was long past the first of October.

No, it was impossible.

She hadn't had sex with Lucky since July. She had been too angry with him, and not ready to trust him with physical intimacy yet. Not after walking in on him and Maxie three times. She could barely stand to sleep in that bed. The very thought of having sex with Lucky in the same bed that he'd fucked Maxie made her stomach turn. So it was impossible.

"Elizabeth?"

She glanced into his questioning gaze and felt something shift within her.

If she was pregnant, it would mean that Jason was the father.

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A moment.

It only took one moment to change your life forever.

The small stick clutched tightly in her fist had certainly done so.

After picking up Cam from daycare, she had rushed to the store, grabbing a carry basket and tossing things inside. Nonsense things. A box of Cam's favorite cereal. Orange juice that she tried to ignore the strong craving for. There was no craving. No craving at all. Some of that bubble bath that he loved. A bag of chocolate striped shortbread cookies. Chicken breasts that she would cut into strips and bake with rice for dinner. Cherry tomatoes, cucumbers and blue cheese dip that her mouth practically watered for.

And a pregnancy test.

She set the stick down on the sink and picked up the instructions again, swimming in denial. She'd used this test before. Read these instructions. No matter how many times she read the words, if you get two lines you're pregnant, one line and you're not, the results would always be the same.

Two lines.

It was like once the knowledge had seeped into her consciousness her body caught up with it. Her breasts felt achy. Her stomach curiously tight. And with that knowledge came a jumble of emotions. Shock, terror, confusion and strangely happiness. After losing her last baby, she had been afraid of getting pregnant again. Afraid that she would lose another child before she reached the end of her first trimester. Happiness that she was closing in on the three month mark and so far nothing had gone wrong.

What would she tell Lucky?

He would know the baby wasn't his and that would beg the question of whose child she was carrying. It would destroy what was left of her marriage. She would be forced to reveal that the night of blackout she had slept with another man. Not Patrick as Lucky had always accused. But Jason, a man from their past who had always been a sore spot between them. She had cheated on her husband and kept it a secret. Yes she had been concerned about his recovery, but part of her didn't want Lucky to know. The night meant something to her, and she wanted to keep it's existence in her heart alone.

She remembered the day of their confrontation, how Lucky had apologized for accusing her of having an affair with Patrick, his absolute certainty that she would never cheat on him. She had been tempted to tell him then, but didn't know if it would come out in anger or if it would send him right out for his next fix. Now she would be forced to tell her husband and she didn't know what would happen next.

What would she tell Jason?

He was still in love with Sam, and they could possibly make their way back to each other, but a baby would complicate everything. Yet how could she keep this from him? She saw how Jason was with Michael and Morgan, he adored them. He was patient and kind, understanding. Loving. He would be more so with a child of his own.

She was pregnant with Jason's child.

There she'd admitted it. The one incredibly tender night they had spent together, had resulted in this life growing within her. She placed a trembling hand to her abdomen, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her. Love, already for this child, so unexpectedly strong surged to life.

She lifted the stick again. Two lines. It wasn't certain, she would still have to go to the doctor to confirm, and there was still the possibility that this was Lucky's child and she was off on the date of conception. A terribly slim possibility because her heart seemed to know the truth.

This was Jason's baby. She was having Jason's baby.

"Elizabeth?"

The masculine voice at her shoulder made her jerk in surprise. There was no opportunity to conceal what she was doing, so that she could break the news as gently as possible. She had thought it was safe to do this now. Lucky hadn't come home from work yet, she left Cam in the living room playing with his toys. After putting dinner in the oven, her patience finally ran out and she walked into the bathroom with the kit in her trembling hand. His wide eyes told her that he knew exactly what she was doing.

She hadn't even heard him enter the small apartment.

"Lucky, I," can explain? How could she explain what she was doing? Did it really require an explanation? She watched his face as he quickly put two and two together and came up with his wife being pregnant by another man.

"Who?" he growled angrily, "Who have you been fucking behind my back?" He stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind him. Stumbling back, her heels collided with the bath tub and she gripped the sink to steady so she wouldn't fall. "All this time, and you've been fucking someone. Is it Patrick?" His voice rose, filling the cramped space with the force of his fury. His eyes burned with rage, that it made her stomach clench. Lucky would never hurt her, she repeated over and over in her head.

Yet she would have said Lucky would never be an addict.

Lucky would never sleep with a girl barely over eighteen.

Lucky would never bring another woman into their bed.

She had to admit, that this Lucky wasn't the man she married and she had no idea what he was capable of.

Hands flashed out, quick and vicious, gripping her arms so tightly she gasped with pain. "Lucky stop, that hurts."

"It hurts?" he shouted, giving her a quick jerk that made her teeth snap together. "It hurts? You've been fucking another man behind my back," he paused, looked down and snatched the pregnancy test from her hand and shook it in her face, "You get knocked up by another man, and you say it hurts. I'm supposed to raise another one of your bastards and pretend like it's mine? What about how I feel, hun? How the hell am I supposed to feel?"

"I don't know!" she screamed, shoving him in the chest hard. The unexpected movement had him releasing his grip and falling into the door, his head striking the wood with a heavy thump. When he straightened, she flinched back and somehow that must have registered because he stopped short, blinking as if clearing his head of fog.

"Elizabeth," he reached out, hands supplicant, guilt in his eyes, "I'm sorry."

"Don't touch me!" He clenched his fists, closing his eyes. Perhaps this was just a symptom of his drug addiction. He sat down on the toilet, dropping his head in his hands. She tried to have some compassion for him, but those hateful words he had tossed in her face wouldn't let her.

"Is it Patrick's?" He asked softly, and though he seemed a bit calmer, the anger hadn't left his voice.

"No," she answered coldly, waited until he looked her in the eyes, "This bastard is Jason's. Now get the fuck out of my house."

The hurt in his eyes should have touched something in her, but she found she had nothing left for him. "Jason?" resentment flared briefly in his eyes but he cut it off, "I'm sorry Elizabeth. I didn't mean that, I was angry. You know I love Cameron. You know I didn't mean it."

"The man I married never would have said something like that to me. The Lucky Spencer I fell in love with never would have put his hands on me that way. I think that may have been the first honest thing you've said to me in months. I don't want you here, and I won't expose my bastard children to you anymore," She gathered the pregnancy test up and tossed it into the waste basket, "Get out, Lucky. Now."

He stood, shoulders hunched over in defeat. Slowly he opened the door and they both saw Cameron standing on the other side, eyes wide. Scared. How could she have exposed her child to this? When Lucky chanced a glance back she said, "And don't come back."