Jason sat on the floor of Elizabeth's house, his arms still cradling Elizabeth. She had cried herself to sleep about 20 minutes earlier and he just didn't want to move, for fear of waking her. The weight of what Elizabeth had confessed to him was weighing heavily on his heart. How could he have been so blind? How could they all have been so blind? Even though the thought of Elizabeth with Nicholas sickened him, he had to wonder how the dark prince didn't figure it out. All he had to do was see Elizabeth's back from a few feet away and he knew and yet, Nicholas had been skin to skin with her and yet, nothing. Still trying to figure out how they were going to handle this situation, Jason almost missed the soft knock on the door. Sliding a pillow under Elizabeth, he slipped out from beneath her and quickly answered the door. Standing on Elizabeth's front porch was Steven Webber.

Steven Webber raised an eyebrow as Jason Morgan opened his sister's door. Glancing behind Jason, Steven's heart stopped when he saw what the inside of his sister's house looked like. Stepping back as Jason motioned him outside, he turned and leaned against the front railing.

Jason looked at Elizabeth's brother and grimaced.

"Its not good," Jason said in normal quite tone.

Steven sighed. "I knew the fallout wasn't going to be good. I just never saw this coming. I can't believe my sister trashed the house. It's just not like her."

Fidgeting, Jason wouldn't look Steven in the face.

"What's the matter," Steven questioned?

Looking Steven dead in the face, Jason told Steven Elizabeth's deep secret.

"This whole affair with Nicholas, it wasn't some stupid decision on Elizabeth's part. Well, it was stupid, but she didn't just up and fall in love with Nicholas. Lucky's been beating the crap out of Elizabeth and her affair with Nicholas was her way of hiding from it. She didn't want anyone to know. She was embarrassed and ashamed and after the first time she slept with Nicholas, she then felt guilty and deserving of what Lucky was doing to her.

Steven didn't know what to think. His body was still trying to process that his baby sister, was the victim of domestic violence.

"How'd you find out," Steven questioned?

Jason turned to look out into the sunset. Clenching his fists as the memory of seeing the marks on Elizabeth's porcelain skin, he responded, "I was helping her clean up. She leaned over, I saw the hand marks and bruising and I asked her. She tried to lie but she's never been able to lie to me. I see right through her. I confronted her and something inside her snapped. She broke down and told me. Just so you know, I told her I still am in love with her and I'm not leaving her. She told me she loved me too and I think she's going to need to get help. After the beating that Lucky gave her, both emotionally and physically, she'll need help to get over this. I'm going to help her as best as I can, but I'm going to need your help convincing her to talk to someone."

Rubbing his hands over his face, Steven just nodded. "Anything to help my sister."

Not knowing how to bring up Jake, Jason realized that the best way was to just say it.

"Jake's my son."

Steven's head snapped up. "What?!"

"Elizabeth and I conceived Jake that night of the blackout. I gave Jake up so that he'd be safe. But it looks like I gave up Jake's right to be safe by pushing Elizabeth back into Spenser's arms."

Steven sighed. "We all thought that Lucky was the right choice. He fooled all of us. What's even worse is that Lucky and Carly are running their mouths off around town, calling Elizabeth every name in the book and the truth is, she's the victim and Spenser's the SOB who deserves to die a slow, painful death."

Seeing Elizabeth stand up inside the house, Jason motioned Steven inside and the two closed the door behind them. Seeing her brother, Elizabeth once again started to cry. Steven rushed over to gather his sister in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Lizzie. Why didn't you tell me? I would have helped," Steven told her softly.

Looking at Jason over Steven's shoulder, Elizabeth stopped crying. "I was ashamed," she admitted. "Ashamed and scared and confused."

Stepping out of Steven's embrace, she walked into Jason's opened arms. Snuggling into his arms, she took the first calm breath she had in a very long time. Looking up at him, she gave a tentative smile.

"I think I need help," she told him. "I need to talk to someone about this. I want to file a report with the police and let THEM handle this. I don't want you handling this. Jake and Cameron need their REAL father. I need you. I want to do this the right way. Not like how I handled the rape." Realizing what she said about Jason and being a father, she blushed and turned toward Steven.

"Umm, I need to tell you something," Elizabeth started.

Steven waved his hand at her. "That Jake is Jason's? I know. Jason told me. I understand why you two did what you did. But you're right. Jason is their real father. He's the one who loves those two boys so much that he'd give them and you up to keep you safe. But, I think, you'll be safer with Jason than without him."

Smiling, first at her brother, than at Jason, she nodded. "I know that now. We both do."

Steven stood up. "First things first. We go to the hospital. We call the police and have them meet us there. They'll exam Elizabeth and take pictures of the bruises. It'll all be documented. Lucky will be suspended from the PD until this is settled. We'll get a restraining order against Lucky. I think it might be a good idea for you to stay with Jason. Lucky won't come looking for you there. And if he does, it's the one place he won't be able to get to you."

Jason cradled Elizabeth next to him. "Your brother's right. Before we go to the hospital, pack the bare necessities for you and the boys and we'll get the rest later."

Feeling safe for the first time in months and feeling more like her old self, Elizabeth nodded and walked up the stairs. Stopping on the first step, she looked back at her brother and the love of her life.

Whispering two, soft words, she went upstairs. "Thank you."