Thank you again for the reviews! I'm so glad people are enjoying this story!

I am aware that Liz's maternal grandfather's name was supposed to be Martin, but since I'm not a fan, I decided to make it Jake.

This chapter is pretty heavily Elizabeth-centric, since she wasn't in the last two. I've also kept it mostly GHers, sans Blair. I've changed Robin's story, because I wanted her to follow in her parent's footsteps as an agent.

Jason's in this chapter- ask and ye shall receive! LOL! I make no promises that this is a Liason story though.

Reading Guide:

In large portions

(Parentheses): Thoughts

Italics: Flashbacks

Bold: Writing

Chapter Three

In which Cam manipulates Blair, Lucky helps Carly, Jason finds out Robin is alive and Elizabeth's secret is learned.

"Mom, I'm gay."

If he had been expecting a look of shock on his mother's face, he was to be disappointed. She stood before Cam in a pair of black yoga pants and the white form-fitting tank that she wore for her morning jog. Her hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail, that almost slanted her eyes, and she held her water bottle loosely in her hand. For a second he thought maybe she hadn't even heard what he said. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her again, she let out a small laugh. "Is that the big secret you've been keeping?"

He raised a brow, "…yes?"

"That's why you've been lying to me about where you've been going at night? I know you haven't been with M&M." M&M is what she called Morgan and Molly, Cam's two best friends.

"You knew that?" Cam's face paled. What else did she know? She couldn't know who he was off to see…

She nodded and set her water bottle down on the table beside the door, then pulled him into a tight, warm hug, leaving out a sigh of relief in his ear. "Of course I did, Cammy. I'm hyper-aware of everything that you do. I was panicking because I thought we were going through another one of your hating me phases. I didn't think I could handle another one of those."

"Mom," he hugged her back as tightly that she made a pained sound, so he eased up. "I never hated you. I was just being stupid. I feel stupid now, actually. I…I know you're going through a lot because of Grams dying and your Uncle Jake being sick…"

"Cameron, you lost her too." She gave her a weak smile, "and never be afraid to tell me anything, Cam. Ever. I don't care what is happening, I don't care if the whole world is ending. You can tell me anything."

He swallowed, feeling tears coming to his eyes. Losing his grams had been so hard, especially so soon after little Jake and watching his mother try and be strong, in spite of her grief had been too much sometimes. Especially since it had been his Grams' wise words that reminded him that it wasn't really Elizabeth's fault that Lucky left, at the end of the day it had been his decision. Now it was just him and his mom taking care of little A. He took her back into a hug and buried his face into her shoulder. She stroked his hair gently and called him her Little Dreamer, like she had when he was little and he crawled into her bed when he had a nightmare, or when he fell off his bike and skinned his knee. Even now, when he was taller than she, and so much stronger physically, those two words were the most comforting in the English language. "It's not like I waited to tell you," he told her with a tearful laugh as he let her go again. "I only just figured it all out for sure in the last month. Before I was just…questioning it. I didn't hide it from you. I just…want you to know that."

She wiped away the tears that were coming down her face. "Really?" she smiled.

He nodded, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm a mom and my teenage son is hugging me and letting me talk to him like I did when he was five." She laughed, and wiped one last tear from her face, "what? I'm a sentimental idiot."

"But you're my sentimental idiot." He told her with a goofy grin.

"I'm also scared," she admitted, 'I know, I know. You're not, but this world can be a cruel place, Cam. And sometimes people do things they shouldn't…or things that don't make sense. I don't want stupid people like that to hurt you."

"Mom, I was born to kick ass." Cam assured her. "You drove me to all my practices and fights, remember?"

Another tear rolled down her cheek, "don't swear, it makes me feel like I did a crappy job as a mother." It was a joke to try and lighten the mood, but Cam didn't like it.

He took her small shoulders in his hands and stared her right in the face. "Don't ever think that. You've always been there for me. Even when I was pushing you away, blaming you for everything that ever went wrong, you didn't let me go. I know that I was hard on you, that I threw your mistakes in your face and that I probably wasn't really easy to be around for a long time; and I am truly sorry for that-"

She shifted underneath his hands, "Cam, you don't need to-"

"I do." He interrupted, "I'm so sorry for all of it. I made your life hell. I tried to get you fired from work, I tried to break up you and Ewen, and worse, I said things that I didn't mean, that I could never mean. I think…a part of me was testing you, Mom, maybe I was trying to see what it would take before you left me."

She took his hand in both of hers, and gave him the 'mom' look, where her aspect kind of softened, she tilted her head to the side and her eyes scanned his face with care and concern. "I would never willingly leave you, Cameron Hardy Webber." She took his face in her hands and stared directly into his gaze, "I'll always be with you."

"I'll never leave you either, I promise."

When they let go of each other they were both a mess of tears, but started laughing in embarrassment through them. "Is your ab-tastic Aussie upstairs, Mama?"

"Not like you think," she gave him a playful glare, "he's in the guest room because his apartment is getting fumigated. Why?"

"Then I think I'll join you on the run." He cast a wink, then raised his hand for a hi-five. She hit his hand while walking past her then, just like they did when he was a kid, they smacked hands again below while their backs were towards each other before he headed up the steps. "Team Web, mom!" It's what they called the stupid little move that he had always loved so much, the move that always let him know that someone was on his side, that someone loved him, that he was part of something important.

"Team Web, Cameron!" She called back.

Cameron adjusted his black jacket as he looked in the mirror. There was no trace of her in his features. He looked like Zander and he knew it. That had never bothered his mother though, she had said in her journal many times how happy she was that he had inherited Zander's darkly handsome features; before she died he had wondered if she resented his appearance like he did, and was happy to learn that she had not. Aiden was blessed with their mother's beautiful features, and had the secret of his paternity never been revealed, she could have easily passed the child off as Nikolas' since Lucky had no part in the boy's structure. Jake had been a different story, Jason was written all over him as clear as day. He had been the wrong child to decide to lie about permanently.

"Your lies always caught up with you, Mama." He told his reflection as if talking to her, "but I won't let the same thing happen to me. I just have to stall Todd and get the hell off this flippin' ferry. And I know just how to do it."

He sighed heavily. As his punishment for blackmailing Sam, Lucky and Sarah had taken away his freedom. He was forced to accompany them to the social event of the month, the stupid party for Jax. After this, Lucky promised that there would be no freedom for him…

What an idiot. Like he was going to let Lucky Spencer stop him.

Cameron looked around the bathroom on the Haunted Star, before shoving the door open and making a bee-line for Blair Manning.

XXX

"Don't you look like a vision. Where is that awkward cop who gave me such a hard time?" Jax asked as V walked out of the bathroom wearing a long, elegant black dress with a plunging neckline, spaghetti straps holding it up and a daring slit that revealed a perfectly toned leg. Her bob cut was slicked back, with one lone strand falling down, and framing one side of her face.

"Oh, she's in here." V promised, "and she's highly uncomfortable. Ugh, this crap is binding my body. I miss my bullet-proof vest."

Robin emerged next, looking happy in a pair of sweats and no make-up. The coolness of the hotel room fought against the heat outside, leaving the room chilly enough for Robin to be comfortable in warmer clothes. "Trust me, with a body like that? You're more protected without the vest. Well, if the shooters are male anyway." She gestured for V to turn around and the short doctor began to adjust the straps of her dress. "I'd gloat about how comfortable I am, but that seems mean."

"It would be." V replied darkly.

"I guess being dead does have its perks?" Robin gave a sweet as sugar smile, then V gave her a play smack. The two ladies made excellent friends, Jax decided. They were so funny together, and sweet, plus they always had everyone's best interests at heart. "Jax, you better snatch this girl up before some other guy beats you to it."

V snorted, "Jax doesn't have a chance."

Her unladylike snort gave Jax a chuckle, and he put his arm out for her to take, "well, it's time for you to pretend I'm the only man in the world, Venus." He told her and made certain to insert mischief in his voice, "because the whole world needs to think we're madly in love."

V laughed, "no problem, I'll just pretend you're someone else. Maybe something Denzel Washington-ish." After a playful wag of her eyebrows, she took his arm, then turned a little back to Robin. "You'll be okay by yourself?"

"Alone time?" Robin collapsed onto the bed and put her hands behind her head, "I'm going to video-chat with the hubby, then get some reading time in. It's been forever since I could actually take a moment and just be me."

"I'm green with envy." V sighed, then looked to Jax. "Come on, you rogue. Let's go finesse and impress."

Jax was reticent to leave, but he wasn't about to express that in any form the girls could recognize. The truth was, that he didn't want to see Carly. Not seeing Carly had really been the only thing keeping him from falling into old patterns. So he kept busy with work, with becoming the next James Bond, and really anything else he could do that would keep his mind off of the vivacious blonde who had ruined his entire life.

XXX

Blair smiled as Lucky approached her, happy that he had retired his usual casual attire for their party. She didn't know Cameron's dad well, sans that Cam didn't think of him as a father, but had seen him around enough to know that his favorite clothes were jeans and t-shirts. At the moment though, he was wearing a nice navy blue jacket, wrinkle-free slacks and a classic white shirt.

It wasn't perfect, but hey, it was more than she expected. "I'm so glad you decided to come, Lucky. Is Cam with you?"

"He's somewhere around here." Lucky answered with a smile, "I actually have your bouncers at the door making sure he stays on. He's kind of grounded."

She laughed, "oh my, he actually got caught doing something wrong?" She could hardly believe it. "Color me shocked, I thought the kid was made of Teflon. The bouncers didn't give you a hard time about it, did they?"

Lucky shook his head, "nah. They were fie with it."

"Good." She tried to give him a reassuring smile, "I know things are tough for ya now, Lucky. But I had some issues with my son in the past, and he did get better. I'm sure that what Cameron is going through is temporary. He's wonderful with Sam, you know, and I've seen him with his own brother too. He's a good egg, he just misses his mama."

Lucky nodded, swallowing hard. She noticed the look of pain that skated across his face. "Yeah."

"And…you miss her too?" Her knowledge on Lucky's past was sketchy at best. She remembered overhearing Lulu and Starr talking about it when Elizabeth first died. Something about an affair with his brother and a bunch of paternity lies.

Lucky's crystal blue eyes met hers and she almost took a step backwards from the agony that she saw there. Did everyone see that or was it just her? He cleared his throat, mustered a smile and said, "everyone does. Anyway, thanks again for having us at your party."

"Of course."

Lucky walked away and Blair found herself immersed in cheerful people excited about the return of Jax to Port Charles. She offered cocktails, talked business, flirted and was the life of the party.

How many times in her life had this been her dream? To achieve status, to have money, to own the room and be loved by many? She had spent all of her life dreaming of this one moment, where it all came together and she was on top of the world.

So why was her smile forced?

Why was she not truly happy?

She turned to another group of people interested in investing in her new company, funny how they were wooing her and not the other way around. The designs were hip, they told her, fresh, they said, invigorating and stylish.

"You're amazing at this," An Australian accented voice came from behind her. She recognized it from the phone and video-chats. A smile was plastered on her face as she turned around and greeted Jasper "Jax" Jacks with a kiss on the cheek, and then a hug to his fiancée V, whom she had also chatted with a few times. "Everyone seems to love you."

"Well," Blair gushed, "why shouldn't they?"

"Indeed," he raised a glass to her and then took a sip. "You know my better half, Venus."

"Don't call me that," she glared at her fiancée.

Jax was an Adonis. Tall, blonde, buff and charming; any girl's dream. He wore a white jacket, which accentuated his tanned skin and brightened his sapphire eyes. Beside him, like a black candle with her hair as a flame, V looked like a Goddess in her dress. The two didn't feel like a match, but then what did Blair really know about all of that? "It's V, right?"

She nodded and gave an impish smile. "You're absolutely freaking gorgeous in person." She gushed, "wow!"

"Oh, I like you." Blair grinned and laughed, "maybe I'll steal her away from you." She joked, "who made that dress, by the way? You look stunning."

"It's retail, actually."

"Retail?" Blair balked, "you can make retail look good? She's definitely a keeper."

"This party is a keeper." Jax looked around, "what an event, and I was practically mowed down by investors coming in. You're doing a fine job with all of this Blair."

"Well, thank you." She raised a brow, "I know how to schmooze-"

"Mrs. Manning." Cameron's voice interjected and she turned to see him, "I'm so glad that I caught-"

"Cameron Webber?" Jax interrupted, stepping past Blair to take Cam's hand and shake it vigorously, "I've really wanted to see you- did you get my letter?"

Cameron nodded, looking tentatively at the Aussie.

"I'm so sorry that I couldn't come back for Elizabeth's funeral." He told the boy in a throaty voice, "your mother was a good woman, a strong woman, and I owe her a great deal."

For a moment, just a moment, Blair thought Cameron was going to be nice to someone older than the age of twelve; but then he stiffened, as if realizing it himself. He shrugged off Jax's attempt and turned to Blair, "we need to talk."

"Uh, sure. " She turned to Jax and V, "Excuse me please."

Cameron ushered her outside, his arm through hers as he practically dragged her into the night air. "Calm down."

Cameron whirled around to her, "how can I when your ex-husband is about to rush off looking for information about the people who kept him locked away for eight years, Mrs. Manning? You remember what happened last time he went after the people who hurt him- he barely got away with killing Victor. You have to do something!"

XXX

"You realize that you're completely insane, right?" Jack asked with a sigh as Carly dragged him onto the boat and started darting through the crowd with a purpose. His words came out the second the she grabbed him, used him as a cover and then ducked back behind a wall.

"He has a woman with him- crap, what was her name?"

Jack leaned to the side to look past a particularly ugly bald man to see the object which Carly was desiring and avoiding at the same time. He didn't see anything particularly special about Jasper Jacks (whatever, to each their own). "How should I know? I've never seen her before."

"V! That's right." Carly nodded, "she was Jax's friend or whatever, had a big crush on him when he was still in love with Brenda." Carly rolled her eyes, "what are they doing?"

"Um, he's touching her arm a lot, oh, he just kissed her cheek."

"Like touching her arm how?" Carly hissed.

Jack sighed and took in the sight before him, "like they're close, I guess. Get out here and look yourself. What am I, your servant?"

"Could you just be a human and help me out here?" Carly asked in a pleading tone, "I don't want him to see me yet. I didn't know he was with someone, and I have to get my bearings. Jeez."

He gave her a sidelong glance (well, I guess I could be nice. Maybe it will increase my karma or something). "Sure." He looked back at Jax and V, then tilted his head to the side, they looked and acted like lovers, but did he really want to tell Carly that? He'd want to know if he was her, he glanced back at Carly, whose back was against the wall and whose eyes were closed (best be honest). "They're together if you ask me, like together together, if you know what I'm saying."

She let out a breath that sounded like a hiss, "damn."

"Carly."

"Can you get me out of here?" Carly asked softly, sounding wounded.

Actually, she sounded a lot like his mother did whenever she was hurt, and for some reason, that really got to him. "Yeah, sure. Come on."

He gave a quick look over the room, then grabbed her hand and darted through the crowd and to the door, pushing her out it, then as he slipped out himself, looked back to see if anyone noticed him. There did not seem to be anyone altered enough to suggest seeing Carly.

He turned to see that Carly was face to face with someone though. Lucky Spencer.

She looked at him helplessly, "care to be a real cousin and help me out of here? I almost just made a complete ass of myself."

Lucky raised a brow, then nodded and took her hand. Jack followed them out, off the boat and onto the docks as the three of them slipped away into night.

XXX

Jason Morgan opened the hotel room and walked inside, closing the door behind him after checking the hallway one last time to make sure it was empty.

When he turned around, the once empty hotel room suddenly had Robin in the middle of it, as if appearing out of nowhere.

Her hair was swept up off of her shoulders into a ponytail, and she was wearing sweat clothes- but to him, she was beautiful. Because she was alive.

In a moment she was in his arms and he was hugging her so tightly that he felt even now, when she felt solid and athletic instead of just tiny and breakable, she would shatter in his arms. "I can't believe it's really you, Robin." He whispered into her hair, "it's just….it's so impossible."

After Robin died there was a dull ache in his chest, then his marriage imploded, he found out he was Franco's brother, that Sam's child wasn't his, the child died and then finally, the final blow, Elizabeth was murdered.

It had all been just too much.

Even Sam finding her baby and allowing it back into his life hadn't been enough to pull him out of the self-destructive streak he found himself ensconced in. He was now heading Sonny's business, since his longtime friend had retired to his island, and rarely travelled with guards. The only time he used them was when he visited little JJ, Sam's son to Franco, and even then he felt like it was just a reminder of everything he had lost.

Emily. Robin. Elizabeth. Jake. Sam….

But now Robin was alive.

He let go of her and cupped her small face in his hands, "I can't believe it's you."

"Believe it." She told him with a smile. "I wanted to tell you sooner, Jason, I did, but I couldn't. Not because I didn't trust you but because I didn't have a trusted channel to get to you with. You understand, right?"

He did and indicated such by a slight nod of his head as he dropped his hands to his sides, feeling the material of his jeans at his fingertips. "How are you alive, Robin? More importantly, why do you need everyone to think you're dead?"

"I was working on something." She told him urgently, "something big. It's a drug that can, well, it can help with hypnosis, more importantly, the kind of hypnosis that might be able to combat the effects of," she closed her eyes and made a face, "of brainwashing. Look, I know how this sounds. But Jason, you remember what happened to Lucky? Well, it can combat that."

Jason recalled the time with Lucky when he was under Helena's control, but at the time he was merely concerned with the safety of Elizabeth and Emily.

"Well, people started to realize what I was working, what I was doing. Bad people." She told him, crossing the room and pouring herself a water, "but good people too. The WSB. My family."

"Your family?"

"My Aunt Alexandra." Robin clarified, "she's a doctor too, and keeping close tabs on me without my knowledge. She was worried that I might be getting some attention from the wrong sort of people, and the closer I got to a solution, the more she and her friends at the WSB worried. So they acted." She took a drink of water, then turned to Jason as she worried her lower lip, "I don't agree with their actions, I want you to know that. To cause the grief that they did for my husband, my daughter and my mother- it was unconscionable. I mean, they know the truth now; they're safe too. It's why Patrick and Emma left town. But still- I'm making inroads with the organization, trying to make sure they no longer use those kinds of methods."

"You would be doing that," he said with a small, knowing smile.

"Well, I have to." Robin replied simply, "My Aunt is helping, with the work on the drug and with the methods the WSB uses. She and I really get along. Mom was right about that."

"Anna knows too, I take it?"

Robin nodded, "so does my dad."

"Good." He gave a slight nod, "thank you, for coming here and telling me."

She walked over and squeezed his hand, "I had a feeling that you needed me, Jason." She told him, "I know things are rough for you, I know that you've lost a whole lot, and I'm so sorry."

His throat was tight, and he was barely holding back tears. Everything was just too much anymore. He was barely holding on, and the only thing really keeping him going was the little baby he called a son. His JJ. Even if he were still on the outs with his ex-wife Sam, there was that kid that kept them bound. "It's not your fault."

She reached over and pulled him into a hug.

XXX

"My father has gone to take care of a few errands in China." Ethan told Victor as they walked down the corridor towards Elizabeth and Emily's room, "he's sending me back to Port Charles because there are rumblings that WSB agents are in town. If that's true, we need some people there. You can handle things here?"

"Emily is too insane to even try and escape, if Elizabeth escapes we kill her sons, so she won't make an attempt. Hope is a baby, and 11 -1- 82 is a mere 5 years old."

320. Ethan frowned at that. How could he be so cold about a child, and one so beautiful? But he said nothing on the matter, for his father had a similar sentiment. "And our gentleman guest down the hall? He's slightly more feisty."

"We'll be fine." Victor commented through his teeth, "perhaps by the time you return to the compound we will have made progress with finding the microchip, hm? Your father gave very detailed instructions for Elizabeth's next session- if this doesn't work, I'll be surprised."

"Well that is good news, isn't it?" Ethan remarked. He stopped at the window that allowed him to look inside at Elizabeth and Emily. "Good luck to you then, hm? I'm off to be the doting Spencer brother."

XXX

Elizabeth had every corner of the corner of the cell memorized. Every piece of chipped gray paint on the walls, were imbedded into her memory. There were no windows to look out of. There was a toilet and a sink behind no walls. The shower, thankfully, had a curtain, but it was almost transparent as well. There were a few towels, a few clean nightgowns for she and Emily to wear. They hung from three hooks in the wall- and nothing was large enough to make into a noose or use as a weapon.

There were bunk beds, Emily took the bottom and Elizabeth took the top. Although some nights she lay with Emily on the bottom as to keep her entire body from shaking.

Being with Emily was equal parts comfort and terror. They had driven her mad, she was half Rebecca, half Emily, but not as though they were split personalities (it's more like they put the personalities in a blender, and they're all mixed up with chunks of each floating around. They're fragmented and broken up into one addled, broken mind).

At the moment, Emily, with her tangled hair and her bruised face, was staring at Elizabeth in her new way. Her lips were parted slightly, eyes glassy and empty. She'd chuckle sometimes, call her a brother fucker- that was Rebecca- then laugh again and apologize, start crying- which was Emily- and then she would zone out.

Elizabeth comforted her, which in turn comforted herself because it gave her something to do and something to think about.

But the madness, it terrified her. She had attacked Liz more than once. The bruises on her Em's face were self-inflicted; and, more than that, Elizabeth found herself wondering if she was next in line for such madness. What they had done to her already…the experiments with fear, with pain…like they were trying to get a certain response, already played with her mind. They heightened her fear, the tension inside her. She did not have dreamless sleep, unless they took her and drugged her. All other times, she had nightmares that left her terrified to the point of hysteria. They all involved these people bringing Cameron to where she was…and doing to him what they were doing to her.

She closed the distance between herself and her friend, pulling Emily close and stroking her hair, working out some of the tangles gently with her finger tips. "Remember when you used to tell me that I shouldn't keep secrets, Em?" Elizabeth leaned against the wall, feeling the cool concrete against the back of her head. "I should have listened. I should have known that this whopper was going to come bite me. But I didn't. I thought, how could it do anything for anyone? And it was none of anyone's business anyway." She sighed heavily and then let her heavy lids close out the terrible world for a moment.

When she did, she saw Cameron's smiling face. He was holding Aiden the day he was born, talking about how they were going to be the best family ever.

It was for him that she didn't try an escape. The threats against him, against her sweet
Cameron, were what kept her docile and malleable. Every instinct was screaming at her to try and escape- but she couldn't.

"I was told to keep it a secret, so I did. I didn't even question why. Why didn't I question that?"

A clanging, indicating that the door was opening, interrupted her one-sided conversation with the girl who she called a best friend.

Her heart sank into her stomach as Victor walked inside. He said his name was Victor, anyway, she didn't really know if what they said was true. Hell, they were keeping her locked away with a madwoman they created. She wasn't sure of anything anymore, not even how long she had been locked up, or everything they had been doing to her.

He stood before her, his sandy brown hair slicked back, the blue suit he donned pressed and perfect. If they were on the street she wouldn't think he was a dangerous man. She probably wouldn't really think on him at all. She didn't find him overly attractive, and expensive duds failed to impress her.

But knowing him as she did, left her cold and fearful. She didn't greet him, only held Emily tighter. "Elizabeth, you look well."

She lifted her chin and stared at him with blazing defiance.

"I've come to ask you a few questions, they should be easy to answer." His voice was so soft and commanding, like he didn't need to yell and he was simply so powerful that people obeyed him. "It should be less than difficult, they are questions you've answered before."

"Then why ask them again?" Elizabeth shot back.

"Suspicion, of course. Not everyone believes you're fully forthcoming."

"I have told you everything."

"Well, then let's recap." He put his hands in his pockets and stared down at her with steel blue eyes and the hint of a sadistic smile. "What training do you have?"

"None."

"You expect me to believe that you spent every weekend of your entire childhood with Irene, and she didn't train you at all?" He spoke as if he knew she was being trained somehow, which was impossible. The man was as mad as her cellmate.

"She and my uncle paid for gymnastic lessons and ice-skating lessons. Which I had every Saturday. Then we would go out to eat." Elizabeth told him honestly, "they didn't have children, and my uncle took a liking to me, so I spent a lot of time with them. There was no training."

"Then you moved to Port Charles?"

She sighed heavily, annoyed that she had to go over this again, wondering what it all meant. "Yes. I learned that they were both lying to me all along. So I left Boulder."

"Lying liars." Emily whispered beside her, "everyone lies. They all do."

Elizabeth rubbed her friends shoulder, "shhh, it's okay, Em." She whispered into her ear. "It's alright."

"What were they lying to you about, Elizabeth?"

She sucked in a breath, then finally got to her feet, letting Emily slip gently from her arms. "You know what they were lying about, Victor."

"Tell me again." He prodded smoothly.

She scowled at him, "about who I was, who I am. Just like my dad and his wife lied to me."

"Who were you? Who are you?"

Elizabeth looked him over, from his shoes to his face, then crossed her arms over her chest. "You know who I am."

"Tell me anyway."

"I'm the bastard daughter of Jeff Webber and Irene Clayton. The child Jeff found on his 'doorstep,' and convinced his wife to adopt." Elizabeth cleared her throat, "but you know all of this. You know that Jeff wanted to keep his daughter and made a deal with Irene. You know that when my mother found out about his affair that she made my father put me in boarding school. You know that I was expelled and left in Boulder, and you know that I found out and ran away to Port Charles."

Victor had no reaction, even as her words had come out with more heat and anger. "Right."

"So why are you asking me these things?" She demanded.

"Just a refresher before we put you out, maybe when you wake up your story will change." He grabbed her arm, impulsively she ripped it from his grasp and took steps back. "You know better, Elizabeth. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your poor sweet children."

(No. Run. Elizabeth, go) She turned back to look at Emily, who was laid against the wall, eyes open but unseeing. She went away again it seemed. She turned back to Victor. "And what will be happening to me when you put me out?"

"Well, there will be some shock therapy, then some hypnosis. It won't be painful, I promise. You'll be drugged."

"Oh. Goodie." She put her hands out to him, "I'm all yours.

There will be a ton of T&B and Carly/Jax in the next chapter, I promise! Plus, a Jax and Morgan reunion! Yay! Keep letting me know what you think, please!