I know I took a little liberty with the dream and I also know this didn't happen on GH, but what if??? Could be interesting.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The call was from Sonny, something to do with Lorenzo. Jason offered Liz a crooked smile, promising to make it up to her, with the twinkle in his eyes.

Jason hoped this night would see the end to Lorenzo, it would be one more thorn in their side, they wouldn't have to worry about. He didn't feel comfortable leaving Liz. It wasn't that he didn't trust most of the men who guarded her, he just felt better when it was himself doing the watching, especially after the fiasco with Johnny.

"I won't be long, I promise." Jason said as he grabbed his patent leather jacket from the hall closet.

"No problem, can you ask Declan to come inside, I wanted to talk to him anyway, so while you are gone it will give me a chance to." Liz replied, a mischievous smile placed upon her lips.

Jason quirked an eyebrow in her direction, but decided his silence was enough to say what he wanted to say.

They had yet discussed what was going to happen to Johnny, and as far as she knew they might never speak of it. She only hoped Jason and Sonny would take it easy on the poor guard, it really hadn't been his fault, she had used the under garment excuse, what poor bodyguard wouldn't relent to that.

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"Hey Declan, how are you this evening?" Liz questioned, hoping to break the ice enough so to get the man talking.

"I'm good, but I should be asking you that, seeing as how you have been through so much in such a short period of time!" Declan replied, his concern evident in his bright blue eyes.

"I'm as good as can be expected, but I am sure things will get back to normal soon. But I wanted to talk to you about Isabella, she returns tomorrow and while she won't have the kids to watch, I was thinking maybe you would consider making the first move. And before you go and start denying what you feel for her, remember I have had a rough couple months, you wouldn't want me to get all distressed, would you?" Liz asked, unable to help the small smile that belied her serious tone.

"Well, I, umm. I do like her, but I don't think she likes me very much, she never says anything around me." Declan said, his brows furrowed in thought.

"She doesn't talk to you because she is shy, you should have seen how shy Leticia was when she first started working for Sonny and Carly, and seeing as how they are sisters, I am sure it is ingrained in their genes. Anyway, what I am saying is, you just need to make her comfortable, drop subtle hints, don't be overly anxious, just let it happen. Let her know you are interested!" Liz said, playing matchmaker. She couldn't help it though, these two gave each other those long passionate looks that begged someone to notice, yet they were both to busy to see what was right in front of them.

"I'll take your advice, but in order to do so, I need to get back to my job, before Jason kills me." Declan said as he walked out the door.

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Liz drifted off to sleep, unable to stay awake waiting for Jason. As she slipped deeper into sleep a dream besieged her.

Jason came into the house and noticed right away the door to the secret room was open. Pulling his gun, he quickly yet quietly moved towards the door. Something just didn't feel right about this.

(Five minutes earlier) Elizabeth had just discovered the button to the secret room, when she pushed it, a secret door slid aside, revealing Ric chained to a wall. Ric was about to speak but before a single word left his lips, Elizabeth saw on the closed captioned monitor Jason entering the house, before she could react, Jason was standing in front of the door.

"Jason, what are you doing, what's going on here?" Liz asked, unable to form coherent thoughts.

"Stay out of this Liz, you wouldn't understand." Jason said in a clipped tone of voice. As he cleverly directed her out of the room and away from Ric.

Jason fired four shots into the room, then used the handheld remote to close the door.

Confusion and anger warred upon her face as tears first welled then cascaded, ripping gut wrenching sobs from her.

Never had he been able to disregard her feelings completely, he closed the distance, wrapping her in his embrace.

"Why Jason, why did you do this?" Liz asked while she shoved Jason away from her.

"Trust me, it's the only way!" He replied, his stoic nature concealing anything he might be feeling.

Liz waited till his eyes fell from hers and then tried to make a break for the door, but he was quicker than she was. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her closer to his body and out of the house. Once inside his car, she slumped against the door, the fight momentarily gone.

After getting some semblance of control back, Liz asked, "Can we just go somewhere, anywhere for a bit?"

Slightly taken off guard, for that was not what he had expected, he just nodded his head. He drove them to Jake's.

Liz silently followed Jason into the bar, but when he stopped at the counter to order drinks, she kept walking, straight up to Jason's old room. There was no logical reason to believe the room was empty, but she never thought otherwise.

Jake handed Jason a bottle of Irish Whiskey, he had seen the state that Mrs. Lansing had arrived in and figured that the Irish Whiskey would be smoother. Jason didn't bother to question it, just took the bottle he was given and following his instincts, he went to his old room.

Liz sat limply on the bed, looking dejectedly at her hands, or rather her left hand, staring at the ring that was suppose to grace her hand, now it felt wrong, disgusting, with a bitter cry she ripped the ring from her hand, throwing it against the wall.

Jason never said anything, just grabbed two glasses from the desk and joined her on the bed. He poured till the glasses were three quarters full, then handed one to her.

Within twenty minutes the bottle was empty and laying discarded at the foot of the bed. Jason phoned down to Jake and had him bring up two more bottles.

The night was a haze spent in a drunk stupor. Until a simple touch changed what would have probably been likely, them passing out. Instead, the slight touching of hands sent electric currents through both their systems and that was when it began.

It started with a kiss, but the passion that had been denied for so long, finally found an outlet and used it to its advantage. Clothes were quickly tossed to the floor, Jason took Elizabeth in his arms and finally made love to her, like he had wanted on more than one occasion.

Liz woke first, she couldn't remember what had transpired the previous night, she only knew that her marriage to Ric was over, beyond that, she couldn't recall. There was a good reason for that, seeing as how three large bottles were empty and laying at the foot of the bed.

When Jason heard Elizabeth move, he slowly sat up, his head pounding, he too could not remember what had transpired. Neither spoke, they just grabbed what they had come with and quietly left. Jason drove her to his penthouse, he knew Courtney was going to be mad that he never phoned, but she could yell later, right now all he wanted was a cold shower and a few dozen Advil.

However, he wasn't so lucky, because when Liz started yelling at Courtney and she at Liz everything just spiraled out of control, right up to the point where Liz walked out of his house without a second glance.

Liz awoke with a start, her heart was pounding and her head hurt. "No, it's not possible, is it?" She asked out loud.

"What isn't possible, sweetheart?" Jason enquired, he had barely gotten in the door before he heard Liz ask the question, but he knew she was sleeping and there for must be dreaming.

"I don't know, give me a moment, I feel groggy and a little disoriented." Liz replied while she scrubbed her face with her hands.

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