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Two

"Will you just talk to me?" Elizabeth asked seeing Jason standing by the windows. He still hadn't told her everything that happened when he broke the news to Monica. All she knew was that he was in more pain than ever before. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"I'm fine," he said. "You should probably get back to the boys. Spend some time with them."

"Jake would want to see his daddy," she said with half a smile.

"It's not a good idea right now."

"Do you think that Zacchara or Trevor Lansing are still a risk?" she asked.

"You can never be too sure." He looked away from the window finally when there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," Elizabeth offered walked over. She never expected to find what she did.

Brenda had thought of every possible way to start a conversation with him on the elevator ride up. They hadn't spoken since he dropped her off at the airport for Europe. He sent her money occasionally which she put into a safe deposit box in Switzerland and never touched again. One day there would be a reason or a use for all of it. Today it seemed fitting for a tribute to Emily.

She knocked on the door to the penthouse, brushed the hair out of her eyes and tried to think of the most fitting thing to say to a man whose sister just died. Nothing came to mind. She heard the footsteps and then the door opened. She fought the urge to smile and say surprise which was easy seeing the woman on the other side.

"Brenda?" Elizabeth asked opening the door wider as she walked in, looking like she just stepped off the runway. She saw Jason standing across the room. He looked at her, not quite as shocked as she thought he would be.

"Hi," she said.

She expected to find him alone or with Sonny, but not with Elizabeth Spencer of all people. She was right at home opening his door and everything, something Jason never let her do.

She stood awkwardly in the front entrance. Anything she had to say to Jason disappeared from her mind. No one understood their relationship. No one knew he sent her money even though she didn't need it.

Ignoring the fact that Elizabeth was eying her with curiosity, she gained her composure quickly and walked towards him, her heels clicking on the door. He refused to look at her once she stopped at the windows near him.

"I came as soon as I heard," she whispered. "Ned told me about Monica. Jason, I'm so sorry," she said. She could feel the tears starting to rise. She touched his arm and he finally looked at her. His eyes were red. He was fighting back his tears just as much as she was. "This is not your fault," she told him.

"Yes it is," he said.

Elizabeth wanted to go to him. She wanted to help ease his pain. She wanted to hold him. But somehow, Brenda beat her to it. She was in the one in Jason's arms. Brenda was the one he was leaning to at that moment. She wasn't sure if she should leave or stay and wait until the moment passed.

"You know where to find me," Brenda whispered slowly pulling away from him. She wiped the few tears she let fall on her own cheeks before reaching up and touching his. "She was my sister too," Brenda reminded him before dropping her hand and backing away from him.

She didn't say anything to Elizabeth as she left. The visit was quicker than expected, but really she had no idea what to expect. Nothing in Port Charles turns out the way you want it to.