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There You'll Be

Chapter Seven

"Emily came to me a couple of days ago," Sonny began, lifting his shoulders as though he were uncomfortable. Jason had a feeling he knew what was coming next. no matter how much he might not wish it, he had the bad feeling that Port Charles was about to descend on him and Elizabeth whether they were ready or not. "She told me that Liz just left Port Charles with no word to anyone but her Grandmother and evidently, Audrey Hardy wasn't giving out her whereabouts. So Emily asked if I could try to find her. I know Emily and Liz are best friends, and Liz has been going through a lot with Lucky addicted on drugs and raising her son alone, so I didn't think anything of the request."

"Sonny."

"Imagine my surprise when I go to Stan to have him run a check on Liz's bank records and credit cards to see if he could locate her, and he gets this guilty look on his face," Sonny kept on as regardless of his interruption. The man was determined to have his say and Jason knew there was no sense in even attempting to try again. Better to let it all out, then explain. "He hedged for a good ten minutes, very loyal to you by the way, until I figured it out on my own that you evidently knew where Liz went because you had already had Stan locate her. After a small discussion Stan finally decided to tell me, seeing as you hadn't sworn him to secrecy."

"I didn't think I had to," Jason frowned, next time he would.

That seemed to make Sonny even angrier, "So what's going on. Sam already told me that you slept with Liz the night you found out about her and Ric. Is that why the two of you took off together. Lucky's off in rehab and you two decide to pick up where you left off."

"Don't go there," he closed his eyes, not liking that snide tone in Sonny's voice, "you have no idea what you're talking about."

"I know for weeks your were standing there blaming Sam for sleeping with Ric when you had done the exact same thing with Liz," Sonny answered, "So what's the deal?"

"There is no deal Sonny," he shrugged impatiently, "Damn it what do you want me to do? Sam and I already had this discussion, and she had no right to tell you about Elizabeth." Though he figured the truth would come out eventually, it was their place to make that decision.

"And that makes it okay," Sonny asked.

"Nothing about this situation is okay," Jason snapped back, "It's fucked up. I fucked up. Is that what you want me to say? I pushed Sam away trying to protect her and instead I hurt her. I hurt her so bad that she ended up hurting herself by sleeping with Ric. I was hurt, Elizabeth was hurt and we spent the night together. Is that enough information for you Sonny?"

"So why aren't you and Sam back together? You both were wrong, you should be able to work through it."

"Oh, like you and Carly have worked out your differences over the years?" he asked, his voice filled with a sarcasm that not even Sonny could miss and completely out of character. "Look, things are complicated. With Alexis being sick, Sam decided to stay in Port Charles. I tried being there for her, like you wanted, but it was wrong to put her through that. Every time I showed up at the hospital, she would get this hopeful look in her eyes as if things were going to change between us and go back to the way things were before. So realized the best thing I could do for us both was to just stay the hell away."

"Is this about the business again? Because you know that Sam can handle the business."

"No," he screwed up his face in frustration, he was beginning the think maybe he could no longer handle the business. "I close my eyes and I can't get that fucking image of Sam and Ric out of my head. Am I a hypocrite, yes. What am I supposed to do? I feel like something broke between us and I know that I played the biggest role in that. Sam didn't deserve what I did but I can't go back and change what happened. I can't fix it, I don't know how."

"Are you still doing this Jason?" he asked carefully, "I thought since you and Sam were together, you had moved past this. Cutting people off when they hurt you to protect yourself. That's not how relationships work."

"I'm not getting this lecture from you," Jason raised an eyebrow, his annoyance increased at the censure in Sonny's voice, "Really I'm not, so we're going to take a step back for a moment and I'll ask you again, what brought you here?"

"Alexis finally revealed that she knows about Ric and Sam. Sam's devastated and she needs you. You have to come back to Port Charles."

"Sam doesn't need me," he shook his head, "Sonny, we've been over for months. If not when I pushed he away, then when we both slept with other people. I can't keep doing this." He couldn't go back, he was needed here.

"So you'll stay here with Liz? Jason's she's married."

"She's getting a divorce," he rebutted. Part of him, a really selfish part was glad that she was finally cutting that loser out of her life. Lucky had been putting her through hell for years. He understood her loyalty, Lucky was her first love, he had been the one person who had helped her through one of the worst things that had ever happened to her. Yet that didn't excuse what he'd said about Cameron.

He remembered when Monica had visited him in the hospital before his brain surgery and told him that story, how he had been an infant sick in the gatehouse and she had come to see him. When she had held him in her arms, she said he had become her son and Jason figured that's how it was supposed to be. Children were innocent. They weren't responsible for the circumstances of their birth and Lucky had no right to be that cruel to the woman he claimed to love and called his wife. He sure as hell didn't have the right to put his hands on her in anger. Being addicted to pills could never excuse that.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and back through his hair, "How do you even know that Sam wants me around Sonny? Or is this something you decided because you thought she needed it?"

"That sounds more like something you would do," Sonny shot back sarcastically. He didn't even bother to hide the flinch of guilt, because it was the truth and everyday he paid for his actions, so anything Sonny said would never be worse than what he had to live with. "Are you sleeping with Liz?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no," he released a dogged sigh, "There are reasons why I'm here."

"What could be more important than trying to make things right with the woman you love?"

"You presume a lot," he glanced down, then back at Sonny from beneath heavy lids, "I'm not even sure I want to make things right with Sam. Have you ever thought about that?" He was feeling even more like a bastard for even considering moving on his life, while Sam was in so much pain. Everyone kept telling him that he loved Sam, that he wanted to be with Sam. In the beginning, that had been true in a sense. He wanted what they had back. The love and connection. How could they ever reforge that after everything that had happened? How could he go back when there was so much more waiting ahead? "I can't go back to Port Charles right now. I made commitments here."

"What about your commitment to Sam? She still wears your ring, even though the two of you are supposedly over. That should be enough for you to realize she still loves you. No matter what she says, part of her wants what you had. The plans you made, marriage, a family. Children. Or does that mean nothing now that you're here with Liz?"

"I," he had no answer for that. "Elizabeth's pregnant," he blurted out and felt the sick twist of his stomach.

It wasn't how he wanted it to come out, as if he needed an excuse to be with her, because that wasn't true. When did he stop feeling guilty for enjoying the time he spent with Elizabeth? Was this how it was always going to be. Sam needed him and he had to go because he had broken their relationship. Should he feel guilty because he was happy that he was having a child? He and Elizabeth hadn't planned this, but did they have to hide away in shame. And what about their child, was he or she doomed to ridicule and derision because his father had made a horrible mistake?

How long was he going to pay for what he did to Sam? He didn't know what he wanted, after months of trying to find some peace with what had happened, now here is Sonny stirring it all up again. He had expected this when he went back to Port Charles, when Elizabeth returned and the truth about her pregnancy came out. He was expecting the harsh looks and the pain in Sam's eyes. Was it so wrong to want this time here in Brunswick before they had to face all of that?

"Shit," he moaned, wishing Sonny would just go away and leave him the hell alone for once.

"What? Pregnant?" The clearly astonished look on Sonny's face told him this was the last thing he had expected. After a moment of silence he seemed to collect himself, "Are you sure it's yours?"

"Sonny," he warned coldly.

"It's a valid question," he defended, raising his hand to ward off a protest, "She was married for Lucky, there is reason to wonder if the baby is his."

"Elizabeth said the baby is mine, she has no reason to lie."

"It would certainly make things easier for her wouldn't it," Sonny shrugged, "Lucky's in rehab, most likely will be put off the police force because of his drug abuse. They've had financial troubles before. Why wouldn't she say the baby is yours?"

"I can't believe you said that," his disbelief plain, "After all the years you've known Elizabeth, how could you possibly believe that she would lie like that about something so important."

"People will do or say anything if the stakes are high enough," Sonny told him.

"I'm walking away now," Jason managed between gritted teeth. "Before I say something I regret," then he swirled back around, "And if you dare say something like that about Elizabeth again," he warned before turning and moving to the opposite side of the truck. "I'll come back to Port Charles when I'm damned good and ready. So go home to your family Sonny and leave me alone."

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When she pulled her car into the gravel driveway of the cottage, she wanted to groan in disgust, turn the key in the ignition, back up and simply drive away. The last two people on the planet she wanted to see right now were sitting on her porch swing waiting for her. She didn't know why she was so surprised, if Sonny had shown up, why not Emily and Nikolas. Emily had probably gone to Sonny in the first place to locate her. It only stood to reason that if Jason had found her easily then Sonny could as well and pass that information on to Emily.

Maybe she should have called them, they were her friends after all and concerned about her, but damn it, was it wrong to want time for herself. She was the one going through the trauma. She didn't need them here telling her all the reasons why she should hold on to her marriage. That Lucky was addicted and that he needed her help and support. She was done supporting Lucky, loving him, marrying him hadn't been enough. No, it was all her fault that he was kept taking those pills that Patrick told him to stop taking and started the destruction of their marriage.

"Grr," she growled squeezing the steering wheel. Damn it, why was she feeling guilty? Seriously pissed, she snatched open the car door and stormed over to the other side to help Cam out of his car seat. When he saw Nikolas sitting on the front porch he raced forward with a loud joyful, "Uncle Nikolas! Aunt Emily!"

She adjusted her purse strap and stiffened her spine, walking toward the house jiggling her keys in her hands. She glanced down at her watch, figuring that Jason would get here soon, so it was better to have the first part of this confrontation now, rather than waiting until Jason arrived. "Hey," she spoke, and her voice didn't quite manage the welcome that they were used to. It showed in the confusion on their faces. Cameron could sense something was wrong, because his smile slipped away at the edges. She watched Nikolas set Cam back down and step forward to give her a quick hug that was awkward and uncomfortable. The one Emily attempted next was even more so. Stepping aside, she quickly opened the door, "Cameron, Mommy needs you to go upstairs and play in your room while I talk to Nikolas and Emily."

He looked like he wanted to protest, then nodded. He stopped on the fourth step and said, "Jason is still coming for dinner right?" Well the secret was certainly out now, she chuckled bitterly. Not wanting Cam to worry she answered, "Yes, he promised he would be here soon."

"'Kay."

Gratefully, Nikolas waited until Cam was out of earshot before turning to her with that glare in his eyes, "Tell me he's not talking about Jason Morgan?"

"He's not talking about Jason Morgan," she snapped sarcastically, "Since he's the only other Jason I know that would come up here to see me, I think it's safe to say that yes it's Jason Morgan."

"Oh Liz," Emily sighed, her eyes alight with pity, "What are you doing?"

"Aside from trying to spend a few weeks alone with my son you mean?" she asked, snatching off her denim jacket and hanging it on the coat rack by the door, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"I think you're cheating on Lucky with that," Nikolas stopped, anger cutting off whatever he was going to say next. "How could you do this? And while Lucky is in rehab trying to get better so that he could come home to his family."

"Don't even go there Nikolas," she said over her shoulder, "Lucky should have thought of his family before any of this started."

"You know that Lucky didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Lucky deliberately disobeyed the doctor's orders about his back injury and began abusing his medication as a way to compensate for over doing his physical therapy. When he became addicted to them, did he ask for help, no, instead he's sneaking around Port Charles with the police commissioners still wet behind the ears daughter while she supplies him with drugs and has sex in my bed."

"I thought the two of you had started working through that," Emily asked cautiously, "Lucky was going to his NA meetings and seemed to be getting better."

"Do you have any idea what it's like living with a drug addict with a four year old son that you trying to protect from seeing the man he thought of as his father that way? Do you realize the tension that I lived with for months?"

"So that's why you're here with Jason? Because you're tired of Lucky and his problems, though God knows he's stood by you through yours Liz."

"Oh, you mean how he was raising my bastard as his own," she snapped bitterly.

"Elizabeth," Emily's voice was filled with shock.

"Well that's what he called my son. Right after he grabbed my arms hard enough to leave bruises. But that's the drug addiction right, I'm supposed to excuse all of that." Whatever she did next, paced in the wrong direction, turned at the wrong angle, blanked both of their faces with shock. "What?"

"You're pregnant." Nikolas said in a low tone, as if the words were unbelievable, "You're here with Jason Morgan, pregnant with my brother's child."

She stopped placing a protective hand over her stomach, "That's not true."

"You're putting Lucky's children in danger by being around that criminal," he broke off as if that were the kindest word he could think of to call Jason, "What's wrong with you? First you disappear for weeks without a word to anyone, and come to discover you're pregnant."

"The baby isn't Lucky's, it's Jason's." she said simply, yanking the bandage off the bleeding wound, and watched their reactions only worsen.

"That's not possible," Emily said, "Jason is in love with Sam," she insisted shaking her head.

"As if I don't already know that," it was bad enough to know it, but now she was being made to feel like she was the other woman in all of this. "Look, the day of the blackout," she began.

"The blackout," Nikolas shouted, "But that was back in August."

"Will you please just let me explain," she demanded, dragging her hands through her hair. The annoyance their presence brought was quickly yielding to hostility at their accusing faces. "The day of Lulu's birthday party, I walked in on Maxie and Lucky in bed together in one of the apartments over Kelly's. He came home and I confronted him, and he did some song and dance about how I didn't understand him, I didn't support him. I was having an affair with Patrick so it was all my fault he was bouncing between the sheets with little Miss 'I've had a crush on Lucky for years.'"

She swallowed still remembering how she felt, practically seething with the anger and humiliation of her husband's betrayal and tried to push back the wave of nausea it brought forth. "I knew it was the pills talking, but it still hurt. If that weren't enough, I get to walk in on him twice during the blackout with Maxie. In my apartment. In my bed."

Tears filled her eyes and she wiped them away, "So yes, I went to Jason. I didn't want to deal with Grams who wanted me to 'work things out' with Lucky because I would have had to tell her that my husband was hooked on drugs and sleeping with some post pubescent blonde bimbo in my house. I couldn't go to you, because I didn't want to hear you tell me it was Lucky's addiction. He didn't mean to cheat on me and cause me that much pain. If we loved each other, we could work through this. I went to work, thinking if I just kept busy, I wouldn't have to think about it, but I snapped on two doctors who were doing some mild flirting and Epiphany sent me home." She shoved the hair back from her face, feeling it heat, sweat beginning to form on her forehead.

"So I went to the one person that I knew wouldn't try to tell me to fix it, or tell me that everything was going to be okay, and all that sun will come out tomorrow crap because it felt like my world was falling apart. I went to Jason. One thing led to another and we slept together, end of story."

"Was this when Sam slept with Ric?" Emily asked and Elizabeth knew the shock shone clear on her face.

"Who told you that?"

"Alexis confronted Sam and Ric a couple of days ago when the doctors said it was okay for her to go home from the hospital," Nikolas explained.

Figuring it was no secret now, she answered, "Yes. Jason found out about Sam, I was hurting over Lucky and," she shrugged.

"How could you? You know how Lucky feels about Jason," Nikolas accused, "Now you're pregnant with Jason's baby? It's no wonder Lucky lapsed and needed me to check him into rehab. The one person he needed the most betrayed him at his lowest moment."

"I guess you could look at it like that," Elizabeth nodded once, "I wonder how you would be reacting if it were Maxie that was pregnant with Lucky's baby. But I guess I would deserve that since I was such a horrible wife right?"

Emily stepped forward, her voice annoyingly placating, "That isn't what Nikolas meant."

"Now do you understand why I needed some time to myself?"

"Except you're not alone, you're here with Jason. What kind of example are you setting for Cameron?"

Elizabeth blinked, "I know you aren't talking about setting examples Nikolas. Need I remind you who your son's mother is, no matter how much you might like to pretend that Emily is?"

"I think we should all take a moment and calm down," Emily held out both her hands as if to hold them off from a physical confrontation, "we don't' want to say anything that will hurt each other."

"And when are you going to stop with this Pollyanna routine?" Elizabeth snapped. "Nikolas accuses me of being the reason Lucky's an addict and I'm supposed to calm down? He has the audacity to question how I'm raising my son, after his brother called him a bastard and acted as if he were doing us a favor for deigning to help raise him and I'm not supposed to be angry?"

"Liz," Emily started.

"The two of you come up here, without invitation I might add, and insult me in my own home and I'm supposed to just ignore it because Nikolas' feelings might get hurt!" By that time her voice had raised to a nice echoing shout and a pain shot through her head. She moaned pressing her fingertips to her temples as the room began to swim. Emily hurried forward, placing a hand on her arm but she snatched away, "Don't touch me!" she shouted, making black spots appear before her eyes. She tried to blink them away, stumbling back a step even as her one leg seemed to collapse from beneath her. Her knee struck the hardwood floor hard, sending pain shooting up through her leg causing her to cry out in pain.

Oh God, it was her worst nightmare. Tears spilled over onto her cheeks, even as she placed a hand on the floor to steady herself and one protectively over the baby as if she could will things not to go wrong from her touch. She tried to breathe but it only made her head spin more, dragging a broken cry from her throat. She felt hands on her back, the sounds of Emily's voice fading in and out as she struggled through the pain. Then there was a draft on her back and an angry shout.

Familiar arms lifted her off the floor.

"Jason," she murmured, seeking the comfort of his touch, "Baby," she managed as the blood hammered harder and harder behind her eyes. "Jason, help," she cried, feeling his arms tighten around her.

"Hang on Elizabeth," she heard him murmur in her ear, before brushing a kiss over her temple, "Just hold on. You and the baby are going to be fine."

She held on to that thought as she lost consciousness.

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Jason had paced the little waiting room of the small medical center for more than thirty minutes now and figured if someone didn't come give him some news soon, he was going to go back there where Elizabeth was and get his own answers. He had felt like his world was crumbling at his feet when he walked into the cottage and saw Elizabeth on the floor, her broken crying echoing in his ears with Emily and Nikolas standing over her. When she passed out, he had felt helpless, for one moment frozen as he held her limp body in his arms. It had taken Cameron's voice coming downstairs for him to finally snap out of it, knowing that she would never want her son to see her that way.

Demanding that Emily go upstairs to stop Cam from coming down, to keep an eye on Cam until they came home, he grabbed Elizabeth's purse as he rushed out of the house to his truck. After settling her in the back, he went around to the driver's side, ignoring the look on Nikolas's face and not bothering to protest the man's presence as he slipped into the truck with Elizabeth. The only thing that mattered was getting her help. He had dug through her purse knowing that she kept a card with her doctor's name on it and somehow managed to dial and not drive the truck off the road.

He stumbled through explanations, no he didn't know what happened, just that when he walked in she was kneeling on the floor and seemed to be in pain. That's when Nikolas said they were in the middle of an argument and she was upset, that's when she grabbed her head as if she were in pain. Jason relayed the information, as well as the fact that Elizabeth was unconscious. Dr. Allen told him to take her to the hospital and that she would meet him there.

Finished he had tossed the phone uncaringly onto the seat and pushed the gas pedal to the floor, praying a cop wouldn't stop him. The only thoughts that kept rushing through his head was how terrified Elizabeth was that she might lose this baby. She had taken every precaution she knew how, including leaving the city that was her home to ensure the baby's safety and still this happened. He didn't know how he would be able to look into her eyes if she lost this child.

He managed to find the tiny hospital without too much time and trouble and swung the truck right to the emergency entrance not giving a damn if it was illegal. He carried her in less than ten feet before a nurse was rushing over to help. It seemed the doctor had called ahead to be expecting them.

She was placed on a gurney and wheeled away from him, while another nurse grabbed his arm and pulled him back, leaving him to watch the door swing closed in his face.

"I never thought this would happen."

He glanced down at Nikolas Cassadine, brother to the bastard that had hurt Elizabeth most, and wondered what the hell he was doing here for the first time. "You didn't know this would happen? Exactly what happened at the cottage tonight? What did you say to upset her?" He had already taken a step forward to snatch the man from his chair and force him to tell him what he had done to Elizabeth to cause this, when a nurse stepped into the waiting area.

"Mr. Morgan?" His head whipped around, at the gentle inquiry, trying to see from the woman's face, the truth. If Elizabeth and the baby were okay. "Elizabeth asked me to bring you back."

"Is everything okay?" he heard the slight tremor in his voice, unable to hide his fear that he had lost the most precious thing he'd ever known. "Is she okay?"

"She told me she wanted to tell you that herself," a soft smile played around her mouth and Jason nodded, figuring the woman wouldn't be smiling right now if there was bad news. Pushing Cassadine from his mind, he would beat the shit out him later, he focused solely on what was important. Elizabeth. The nurse pushed open the door, and Elizabeth was laying on her side, the doctor sitting next to her in chair with a folder on her lap. He looked around at all the machines, then went back to her face. Her beautiful face that seemed a little pale still with all that hair a wispy halo around her face. She smiled and held out a hand to him.

A tremor raced through his body, halting him in his steps as he ran a shaking hand through his hair, "Is everything okay," his voice trembled out, unable to move from the spot.

She waved him over gently, "Come see for yourself." He took the first step forward, then another cautiously lifting his hand to place it in hers and she threaded their fingers together. That one touch, that connection, did a lot for calming his fears. Elizabeth was smiling, that meant she was going to be okay. "Jason you remember Dr. Allen." All he could do was incline his head briefly, remembering meeting Elizabeth's obstetrician on an unscheduled visit because Elizabeth figured he wanted to be involved in every aspect of the baby's development and so that he could provide his medical history.

"It's good to see you again Jason," the blonde woman smiled kindly, "Now as I was telling Elizabeth, her blood pressure rose a bit too high today. That's why she had the headache and fainted. We had her resting on her left side, giving her fluids and just some quiet so that her blood pressure could lower on it's own and we didn't have to give her any medication. It's a little normal under the circumstances with her slim frame. I know she's been working, and taking care of Cameron, but I've told her that she should cut her hours down to part time, at least until she puts on a bit more weight."

"She eats right," was all he could think of, "She always takes her prenatal vitamins, and she drinks lots of orange juice and eats lots of vegetables and protein. She hardly ever eats any junk food, because she can't keep it down. Except chocolate and ice cream but only occasionally." Dr. Allen cut him off with a light laugh.

"It's okay Jason. And you're right, Elizabeth has been doing everything right. We only just figured out what caused the spike in her blood pressure today."

"You mean beside Nikolas."

"Now Jason," Elizabeth started but he shook his head. There was no way she was going to talk him out of kicking Nikolas' ass, not for one second.

"I came in the house and you were on the floor crying," he interrupted her vehemently, "I don't want to hear any excuses about Nikolas." The doctor blinked at the cold exact tone of voice but she said nothing.

"You're being ridiculous," Elizabeth lifted an arched eyebrow in amusement, making him lift their joined fingers to his mouth and brush a kiss across their knuckles. "Now be quiet and let the doctor speak."

The woman looked as if she didn't know what to make of the two of them, "Well, as I was saying, Elizabeth was doing everything as well as she could under the circumstances." Then the doctor leaned over and turned on one of the machines filling the room with the most amazing sound.

It beat out in furious rhythm, one he had heard before. Heartbeat.

Only this sounded different. "What's wrong with the baby's heart?" He demanded and watched as Elizabeth rolled onto her back and the woman lifted Elizabeth's gown, spreading clear gel over her lower abdomen.

"It's a bit early for this," she began as she flipped on the machine, one that produced those ultra sounds from what he remembered, and she placed the little indicator on Elizabeth's belly, running along until she found what she looked for. "There we are," she smiled, "I was a little curious at Elizabeth's' growth in just fifteen weeks, but I thought it was because she's so slim. I would have checked the baby's heartbeat on the next visit and found it then. It's always good to find out early, so the mother can take extra precautions. Get more rest, take in more calories. I know Elizabeth is worried about her previous miscarriages, but there is nothing in either that causes me to believe that this won't be a normal healthy delivery, though I am looking for closer to 32 weeks instead of normal gestation."

The words were spinning around in his head and whether it was his concern for Elizabeth or fear for their baby, he could not figure out what the hell the woman was talking about. "But is the baby okay?" He demanded.

She took a pointer and placed it on the shadows on the screen, pointing to two separate pulsating specks. He blinked once, hard, at the implication, brow creasing into a frown as he glanced down at Elizabeth who had a look of wonder on her face still and he finally understood what it meant. What the ragged sounds filling the room was.

Two heartbeats.

"Your babies are just fine," Dr. Allen smiled and he felt his eyes widen. Shock. Overwhelming joy. He couldn't distinguish the difference and at the moment he couldn't find reason to give a damn. Whipped his gaze back to Elizabeth's.

"Twins?"