Chapter 8

See end for author note.

But, we went light hearted for y'all. Also, in the up-coming chapters we will be introducing some new characters and reintroducing some old ones.

"Okay so we had the biggest fight. You know, hashed it all out. Called each other lazy whores…" Elizabeth said. "Which was valid. We've never gone very far outside a certain circle for relationships."

Emily was silent on the other end of the phone, grinning madly.

"You getting all this?" Liz asked.

Emily snapped out of it.

"Yes. Every word. From the giving blood all the way to lazy whores."

"Well, those weren't technically our last words…"

Emily grimaced.

"What did you say?"

Liz sat there second.

"He asked me if we could go back… Which was a stupid question. I don't want to go back."

"Fair enough. What about forward?"

"I don't know. We left it kind of up in the air. We said so much and I was tired. I just put on my evil bunny jammies and curled up in bed."

"Sounds like you had a rough night."

Liz sighed.

"I- we- did. I felt like a wrung out dish rag afterward."

Emily joined in the sighing.

"I know the feeling. Watching Nikolas struggle through PT and OT, his confusion. But, at least he doesn't wake up thinking I'm dead anymore."

"That's progress," Liz replied.

"It has just been a shit of a week."

"You are preaching to the choir, sister," Liz said, laughing.

"I have an idea."

"Yeah, genius, hit me."

"I think it's time for a girl's night," Emily said.

"I don't know…"

"Come on. Robin's gonna pop that baby out any second, we need to get one more night of her watching our drunk asses fall off bar stools. We need to get the girls together and blow off some frustration."

"When?" Liz asked.

"Tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, get it done. Get it out of the way. It'll be fun," Emily said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Instead of chasing the dragon, I'll just get drunk off my ass."

"I know what you mean and thank God for tequila."

"So, you're in?"

"How am I going to get a babysitter tonight?"

"Alice will watch them, it won't be a problem."

"You seem to have this worked out."

"I have given it some thought," Emily replied. "Like I said, I've had a shit week too. I spend some time with the girls."

Liz sat a second.

"Oh, okay, I'll go," she said.

"Don't sound so enthused," Emily jibed, "I'll pick you up at eight. Wear something slutty."

"You are a weirdo, Emily," Liz laughed.

"But I'm your weirdo."

"Hey, Alexis," Sam said, opening the door to Mac's office.

Alexis looked up over her glasses.

"Where in the hell have you been?" she shouted.

Sam stepped back a bit.

"Jason told me to make myself scarce before the big bust… Which is weird. I would have thought he wouldn't mind me being arrested. But he said to leave town for a few days, so I went to Manhattan for a while," she said, walking forward and flopping down into a chair.

Alexis went red in the face.

"I sent Jax… Jax and Lucky are flying to a Russian stronghold to rescue you."

Sam just turned her head and looked confused.

"Why?"

"We thought-"

Then the phone rang.

"You hang on a second," Alexis said to Sam and picked it up. "Alexis Davis."

"This is Lt. Xander Cruise, I need to speak to Commissioner Scorpio."

"I'm the DA, I can take the call."

"If you say so ma'am. There was a downed plane reported this morning. My crew and I have recovered what we can. The plane is registered to a Jasper Jacks in Port Charles, NY."

Alexis' heart pounded in her throat.

"And ma'am, there were four bodies recovered as well. I'll have to ship them to Quantico unless I can get someone in Port Charles-"

Alexis stopped listening.

"I need to put you on hold," she said evenly. She did that, stood up and left the office with out a word.

Alexis motioned for Mac and he walked over.

"Yeah?"

"There's a call on line 3," she said, and walked out of the building.

Sam left the office and was met with a confused Mac.

"What did you say to her?" he asked.

"Nothing! I swear. She was bitching at me and then there was a phone call, then this."

Mac picked up the phone and hit line 3.

"Scorpio."

Georgie was plumping Spinelli's pillows while he lay there awkwardly.

"Are you feeling any better?" she asked.

"Some," he replied.

Maxi just snorted and flipped the pages of her magazine.

"He's still freaked 'cause I came out to him."

Georgie turned to her sister.

"What?" she shrieked. "Came out of where?"

"The closet, retard. I told Spinelli I'm gay and now he's acting all weird."

"No, Maximista…"

"You hush, I have to come out to my sister now."

Georgie just stood there staring.

"You tell Dad?" Georgie asked.

"Not yet, but soon."

Maxi continued to flip through her magazine as Spin and Georgie looked on.

"You know, that explains a lot," Georgie said.

"Do you think Leyla's gay?" Maxi asked.

Georgie rolled her eyes. Spinelli was quiet and confused, rolling the edge of his bed sheet in his fingers.

"Yes. I do. Totally gay. Go ask her out right now."

"Are you just saying that because she's the competition?"

"Maxi!""Okay." She looked back at her magazine. "You going to the thing at Jake's, Georgie?"

"What thing?" she asked.

"Robin said there was a thing and we needed to be there at 7:30."

"I guess I'll be off…"

"What thing?" Spinelli asked, finally having the nerve to speak.

"Shit! Sorry, Spin… Wait! I have an idea for you to be there."

"He just got shot, stupid, how's he going to be there?" Georgie asked.

"Well, ass hat, the assassin of cyberspace will figure out some computer geekery and we'll set it up," Maxi replied.

"I will?" Spinelli said.

"Yes, you will. Just write down what we need and what to do and we'll put it together."

"We?" Georgie asked.

"Yes, butt, since you had to go all name call-y, you have to help."

"Fine," Georgie said, rolling her eyes.

Spinelli was still confused, but now he was at least happy.

Emily parked almost two blocks away from Jake's, due to the massive amounts of cars on the street.

"Why are there so many cars? Is there a thing? On a Monday night?" Elizabeth asked as they walked towards the bar.

"I don't know, come on," Emily replied and pulled the door open.

Liz's eyes went wide as she took in the crowd.

Everyone she knew, friends and family, were at Jake's. Including Spinelli on a screen over the bar.

"Surprise," Emily said weakly, pushing her in.

"It's not my birthday…" Liz said, moving through the crowd, people waving at her.

Then she saw Jason.

Who immediately leapt onto the bar.

"Can I have everyone's attention please?"

The crowd all looked to him.

"Now that everyone is here, I'd like to thank you for showing up." He paused. "I'm not much of a public speaker, so I need to get all of this out at once. With no interruptions." He looked pointedly at Liz, who smoldered, in the bad way, back at him.

"If you don't already know, I'm a Federal Agent and have been for 10 years. I just wanted to get that out of the way. Additionally, I have been dancing around Elizabeth Webber for a lot of that time and I'm here tonight to say it's going to stop."

He looked directly into Liz's eyes.

"You said we couldn't go back. And I don't want to either. I want to go forward. I want to claim my sons and I want you to marry me. In whatever order you like." He paused. "That's it, really," he said and jumped down.

Liz walked across the bar, murder in her eyes.

"Did you just pull a Patrick Drake, but on a much more premeditated scale."

"Yes," he replied proudly.

"You realize this makes you my bitch, bitch?"

"If you say so," he said, pulling the little burgundy box from his pocket.

"You dirty…" she said as he opened it and the red glass sparkled.

"Marry me, Liz."

She didn't speak, she just leapt into his arms, locked lips with his and wrapped her legs and arms around him. The kiss was passionate… Furious, mauling, hair-pulling, lip-biting passionate.

Emily cleared her throat. A couple of times.

Jason broke the kiss and the two looked around at the collected group, all staring at their toes.

"Way to keep a secret, guys," Emily said, laughing. "I'm going to take the physical assault of my brother as a yes, but could you, for those of us who were inspecting our belly-buttons during that spectacle, say the words?"

"I am marrying Jason Morgan!" Liz shouted and jumped up and down and squeed with Emily. After catching their breath, Liz said, "You knew the whole time, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"You do know payback's are a bitch, right?"

"Fully aware."

Maxi walked up next to Emily as Jason and Liz moved out into the crowd, accepting congratulations.

"No shit, right? I so didn't see him as her type. I mean he's good looking and she's… Wait a second." She walked over and had Patrick and Coleman help her up onto the bar, looking very confused.

"Get off the bar, Maxi," Mac shouted.

"I'm not drunk, and I'm not gonna dance. I have an announcement." She took a deep breath. "I AM GAY!"

There was a collective 'What!?' through out the crowd.

"It's not really new. I had an inkling after the horrendous foray with Lucky but I suppressed. Then I told Spin," she pointed to the monitor, "and I felt so much better. So, if you know any lesbians, bi-sexuals, girls please. You know, anyone that could initiate me into the lesbo thing, I'd appreciate it if you gave them my number."

"Great, you're gay! Get off the bar, Maxi," Robin shouted, "Scene stealer," she muttered to herself. She turned to the crowd. "Does anyone else have any life changing announcements to make?"

There were mutters and no's.

"Good, then… My water just broke."

Patrick bolted from by the bar, leaving Maxi to fall into Coleman's arms.

"Right now? How… We were…" he stopped. "I sound like a… But how are we going to…"

"Relax, Patrick. Besides needing a mop, there's no emergency here. I say since everyone we know is here, we just do it now."

"But there was going to be and arch and flowers…"

She rolled her eyes.

"You want this done before or after the baby comes?"

"You're right," he replied.

"That's right, get used to it."

She took a deep breath, and the girls were by her side; Liz, Emily, Lainie and Kelly.

Kelly piped up.

"What else can you do after someone announces they're gay but go into labor?" She laughed. "That's the natural progression of things; proposal, outing, labor. Yeah, that sounds right."

They laughed, Robin grimaced.

"Contractions, hon?" Liz asked.

"Not too bad. And I have to commit to Patrick before I can squeeze her out. I don't want to steal your thunder…"

"Don't worry, Jason and I will just have a really flashy wedding," Liz joked back. "Go commit to your man before he starts crying."

Robin grimaced and laughed all at the same time as he walked up to her.

Patrick took Robin by the hand and helped her to the doorway.

"We have five minutes, sweetie. Go!" she said to him.

"I don't… I do actually know what to say. I've said it before. I want to be with you and our child, hopefully children, for the rest of our lives, or until you're sick of me. In which case, you can throw my stuff out on the curb."

He kissed her and pulled her close.

Robin took in the crowd.

"I've been a big baby, I know, but I really do love you, Patrick. And I want us to be together. Forever and ever."

"Amen!" Maxi shouted.

"We have to go, honey," Robin panted.

"Well, everyone," Patrick said, "thanks for attending the Morgan/Webber proposal, Maxi's outing and our commitment ceremony. We'll see you later."

PORT CHARLES HERALD-

Front Page…

International business tycoon Jasper Jacks was killed when his plane crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. With him on board were his wife, Carly Corinthos- Jacks, Detective Lucky Spencer and pilot Brock Samson.

The bodies were discovered by the National Coast Guard and transported back to Port Charles early this morning.

No cause for the crash has been released at this time.

TBC…

A/N: We mentioned a compromise last chapter. And it was; BB could make Maxi gay if Trab could kill a whole bunch of people.

Well, Sonny, Carly, Jax, Lucky and poor Brock Samson were done away with.

Trab would like to point out that she didn't really want to kill Carly, but I said she could have Claudia OR Carly, not both. And you can see who she picked.

Reasons why these people were killed: Sonny should have blown up in the car with his first wife, Carly was a not so innocent by stander, Jax's white knight syndrome was making us sick and it was kill him or send him away, and we like to kill folk. And Lucky… 1) He's a Spencer, 2)should have stayed dead in the first place, 3)should have left Liz alone, 4)should never have been a cop and 5)should never have made poor Maxi gay! (lol)

On the up side, these deaths will open new story lines and open things up for the city at large.

And Trab wants me to let you know that none of the Spencer's are safe, except Bobbie. She plans to exact her revenge for all the screeching Lulu did when she was 'crazy'.

Kisses,

BB and Trabrasera