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Chapter One
Jason left and while a part of him wanted to stay, there were more people in Port Charles who needed him. Maybe when he was able to get this all sorted out, he'd be able to apologize.
'What do I have to apologize for? She's the one who complicated an already complicated situation.'
He watched the kilometers speed by, the closer he got to home, the antsier he became. Something was wrong at home, he just knew it. How was he going to face those he cared about, if by his actions, someone was hurt or worse?
When he was a half hour out, he stopped at a mom and pops gas station. Using the payphone he called Marco, hoping the guard had already had his evening powwow with the other guards. Both he and Elizabeth had ditched their phones a few miles outside of Port Charles.
"Jason man, it is good to hear from you. The natives are getting restless. Carly's been up in arms about you kidnapping Miss Webber, blaming her for you not being here."
"Marco, is everything okay? I'm almost home, am I needed anywhere or is it safe for me to head to a safe house for the night?"
"Everyone has checked in. Sonny's at Greystone with Carly and the boys. Sam's at her mothers, crying about Elizabeth and her grubby claws. Honestly, it is really quiet; we haven't heard anything from Xavier or his flunkies. Are you and Miss Webber going to be staying in a safe house in Port Charles or are you going to go to one of the out of the way ones?"
"No, umm…" Jason said but stalled but then forced himself to continue. "She had me leave her at a motel and…"
"Excuse me? Jason, did you just say you left her there?"
"It isn't like that. She's safe. Sure the motel isn't the best but she's safe. I had to get home and she told me to leave."
"What's the name of the motel?" Marco asked, but there was a command in his voice.
"Don't take that tone with me!"
"I'll take any tone I want, I can't believe you. What's the name of the motel Jason?"
"Listen, as soon as things cool off here, I'll go and get her. It isn't like she can be seen around town. Whether or not the cops have figured it out or not, she was the one who had me kidnap her."
"Are you fucking kidding me? Are you punishing her, because Super-Jason wasn't the one to fix everything this time? Jason, for the last time, what is the name of the fucking motel you left her at?"
"She isn't your concern, so take your attitude and shove it, before I find a permanent way to do so. You answer to me, not the other way around."
"Do you even recognize yourself anymore? You have been Sonny's flunky for too long. I used to respect you, I used to think myself fortunate to call you friend, I don't know who you are anymore but if you are capable of leaving someone who tried to help you, I don't think I want to know you anymore, nor work for you."
"Marco, you are reaching the end of my patience."
"Aww, isn't that too bad, I'm bothering poor Jason. What do you think the mother of your child is going to think, you arrogant ass. Don't call me, don't try to find me, I'm going to do what you should have, years ago."
"What the hell are you talking about? What mother of my child? You've lost your mind."
"Don't worry about it; I'll take care of the people who obviously mean so little to you."
Before Jason could respond, he heard the slam of the phone and then a dial tone.
'What the hell was he talking about? I haven't been with…oh, fuck me.' He thought bitterly.
Slamming the receiver down, he dug through his pockets for more change and then realized he didn't know the number of the motel. After five minutes wasted talking to an operator who should not be in customer service, Jason fed his change into the machine and dialed the number.
"Moonlight Fantasies Motel, this is Louie, how may I help you?"
The man's accent, he was sure, was supposed to be French but it was a horrible facsimile.
"I need to be connected to room 119."
"Hold please."
The canned music set Jason's nerves on end.
"I'm sorry sir, but no one is answering, are you sure the person you are looking for, hasn't checked out?"
"I'm almost positive." Jason said, but a worm of worry began to grown tentacles.
"Maybe the person you are looking for went across the highway to get something to eat at the diner there."
"Maybe, thanks, I'll try again later."
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Elizabeth knew she was taking a huge risk, possibly throwing her whole life away but to her, Jason was worth it. At least, he used to be, then man she saw today and the last couple of weeks, she didn't even recognize him.
She had, falsely believed that if she went out of her comfort zone, did something that obviously no one else was willing to do; she'd be able to prove that she wasn't wrong for his life and that she wasn't made of glass that needed to be placed on a pedestal.
When she had seen him arrested in his home, with all the users worrying more about themselves than Jason, she realized that they used pretty words of friendship and brotherhood, when they needed Jason to toe-the-line and make things right or safe for them but when he needed them the most, they were never around.
So stupidly, she had concocted a plan, an obviously horrible plan, but a plan nonetheless, to save the man she loved, the father of her unborn child.
It had taken her a while, she'd had no choice but to go back to the hospital and try to work but her mind was on everything but doing her job. When Epiphany told her to go home, she agreed quickly, her boss was right, her mind wasn't in it today.
Pulling herself from her memories, Elizabeth finally unlocked the bathroom door and made her way towards the bed. Foolishly hoping that Jason would walk through the door any minute, until she realized she had been sitting on the floor of the bathroom for three hours. Her legs and back hurt, her eyes were swollen from crying, all in all, she was a mess.
Lying back on the bed, she curled her nose at the smell that wafted from the blankets; her stomach lurched and then began to roll. Rolling to the side of the bed, Elizabeth felt something poke painfully into the back of her left shoulder.
Unable to concentrate on the pain, Elizabeth dashed for the bathroom, barely making it before her stomach voided everything in it.
'Oh look, I ate popcorn, niblets corn and rice today…' she thought to herself.
Even though she had been blessed to have no morning sickness as of yet, she knew better than to eat foods that didn't digest the best, throwing them up was just nasty at the best of times.
Even if this was a five star establishment, she had spent entirely too much time in the bathroom and that was even more so true, considering she was pretty sure a rat was using the dripping tap in the shower for some reason or another and a cockroach hadn't been scared off by her presence. Instead, it seemed, it was curious. Beady eyes and feelers…ugh, creepy crawlies gave her the heebie jeebies.
Sure that her stomach wasn't staging the next revolution, Elizabeth carefully sat up. Feeling fairly confident that she was going to be okay, she stood on wobbly legs, palming the clammy sweat that had broken out on her forehead.
It wasn't the first mistake she made today and the way her luck was going, it probably wouldn't be the last.
Forgetting and using the hand that was slippery from her sweat, to grab a hold of the towel bar, threw her off balance enough that she wasn't able to right herself when she slipped.
Pin wheeling her arms to try to right herself, Elizabeth realized, right before her head connected with the sharp edge of the tub, it hadn't been enough.
Her last thought before darkness claimed her, 'don't take my baby, she's all I have left.' The last thing she heard was a grumbling rumble of a voice, what was said, she didn't know, but the menace she could hear clearly.
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