Jason Morgan was a douche bag.
What the women in Port Charles saw in him was beyond her. Once they got past those broad shoulders, strong chiseled facial features and penetrating blue eyes, the man was a self centered, egotistical dink. No, he was worse than that, Elizabeth fumed as she stomped up the steps, for the fifth time that day. He was a . . . well she didn't know exactly what he was, but he was just plain disgusting.
Wrenching the door open on her floor, the anxiety from earlier that day nearly decimated by the anger inside of her, Elizabeth turned toward her room. All the build up, the planning had been for nothing. The stupid pig had no idea what she'd been trying to stop, all because he couldn't get his head out of his butt.
Pulling her keys from her bag, Elizabeth nearly collided with the body camped out in front of her door. "Jesus."
"I am so sorry." Jumping up from his spot on the floor, the guy stood up quickly, putting a hand out to keep Elizabeth from teetering over. "I take total responsibility for this unfortunate encounter."
Readjusting her bag over her shoulder, Elizabeth eyed the male in front of her with a mixture of dread and amusement. The first because there was no way she couldn't recognize him from earlier that afternoon at Kelly's. Amused, because he seemed absolutely sincere in his over zealous apology. She may have been more amused if she knew why he was waiting outside her door.
"It's all good." Skirting around him, putting her key in the door, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder. Her eyes caught the cheaply wrapped flowers gripped tightly in his hand. "Can I help you with something?"
"I am waiting for my fair princess."
"I see." She said, though in truth Elizabeth was a little lost. This totally awkward guy standing in front of her couldn't possibly be Maxie's secret man.
"I'm the Jack -." Snapping his mouth shut, he blinked. "First rule to a secret liaison, keep it secret."
" Okay." So this was Maxie's secret boyfriend. "Well Jack, I think Maxie's still at the library. Did you want to come in an wait for her?"
His eyes practically glowed with gratitude. "Yes that would be - no. I mustn't intrude upon the Maximista's domain without her consent."
"Wow." It was the only word Elizabeth's startled brain could put together.
"Cold Stone said one must always show respect to those they care about."
"Stone Cold?"
"I must respect her bubble. I mean how would you, a most fair and beautiful creature in your own right, feel if someone invaded your private sector?"
"Uh." Was this guy for real? Elizabeth thought as she tried to come up with a polite response. Feeling weird about leaving him in the hallway she wondered what she could say to get him to change his mind, but before she could say a word he entered the room.
He was the strangest person in the world. Elizabeth liked him for it.
"I'm sure you have your pick of suitors. I mean look at the way Stone Cold came to your rescue this morning."
Knowing the strange male was waiting for some kind of response, Elizabeth kinda felt like Dorothy in Oz. "Stone Cold?" For real?
"My sensei, he is all I mold myself after. He is the most loyal, honorable man I have ever met."
Shrugging out of the jacket she'd borrowed, Elizabeth studied him. He seemed sincere, believing his words. How in the world did someone like him end up in Jason Morgan's world? "So you're friends?"
"Oh yes. We cohabitate." They both frowned. "That didn't sound right."
"I think I understand what you're saying. You're his roommate." Tossing the jacket across the end of her bed, Elizabeth moved to her desk and grabbed the books she was going to need. She'd wasted too much time and she had some serious studying to do.
"We're much more than roommates." He was quick to correct her. "We're family. I have pledged my allegiance to him. Would follow him into battle. Face any epic quest at his side."
The corners of Elizabeth's mouth quirked. "Horde or Alliance?"
This time he seemed to be taken aback. His eyes suddenly studied her more intently. "I have no understanding of what you speak."
"Really?" Shoving her books into her bag, she looked around the room for anything else she'd need. "I personally feel the Horde is full of a bunch adolescents."
"You've must've fallen off your epic mount one too many times!" His eyes were wide as his hands crushed the flowers in his hand.
Elizabeth smirked over at him, and his face fell. "You were playing with me."
"Yup." Zipping her bag, Elizabeth couldn't help but grin. He was an odd duck. From his manner of speech, to the odd choice of clothing he wore. If he wasn't associated with the douche she may have found another geek to compare notes with.
And the guy standing in front of her was one hundred percent geek. There was no other way about it. Over the last few years, in her pursuit of perfecting her art, she'd met several people like him. Well, not just like him, but people who were slightly off. Not completely in touch with reality. Nice people she felt a kinship to.
"But I promise on my dungeon gear I wont say a word." Heaving a huge sigh of relief he took a step toward her, his arms raising as though he were about to hug her. She tried to take a step back and found herself trapped against her desk.
"I owe you fine lady."
"You can call me Elizabeth."
"Yes, fair Elizabeth." Nodding into her shoulder, Elizabeth wondered when he was going to let go.
"Am I interrupting something?" Maxie's voice made the already awkward situation even more uncomfortable.
"I was just showing my appreciation to the fair one." Jumping back, his face a picture of pure panic, he shoved the mangled flowers toward the suspicious blonde. "I brought thee a gift."
"Are you sure you don't want to give it to Elizabeth?" Quirking a brow, Maxie crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing here?"
"Dinner." He replied. "To repay my debt to you for causing strife earlier today."
Looking back and forth, Elizabeth started to edge toward the door. "You know what, I'm just gonna slip out. Lots of studying to do."
Maxie shifted her eyes to her, looked back to where her boyfriend was staring at her with huge puppy dog eyes and swung her head back. "What in god's name are you wearing?"
Looking down at her clothing, Elizabeth almost forgot her chosen outfit. "I forgot."
"You look like homeless person who pilfered through Goodwill." Scrunching up her nose, her eyes raked Elizabeth's body.
"That was the look I was going for." Tossing her bag back on the bed, Elizabeth hurried to her closet.
"Spinelli can you wait for me in out there?" Nodding to the door, Maxie pecked him on the cheek before pushing him to exit the room.
"It was wonderful to meet you." With a hasty wave, he disappeared into the hallway.
Pulling off her offending clothes, Elizabeth tossed them into the corner. "You know there was nothing going on when you came in. Right?"
"With Spinelli?" Maxie huffed and rolled her eyes. "Of course not."
"He's a very interesting person." Trying to bait her roomie to spill, Elizabeth gave her a look before pulling a pink hoddie over her head. It may not be up to Maxie's standards, but with the hours of studying ahead of her all she wanted was comfort.
"He brought you some very pretty flowers." Still hinting, she could see Maxie was purposely not taking the bait. "Well they were pretty before he killed them."
"Hmm."
Pulling on a pair of low riding jean, Elizabeth wiggled a little while buttoning them. "Come on Maxie, just admit he's your secret boyfriend."
"Well he would be a secret if he had just met me at the restaurant like he was supposed to." With a huge sigh, Maxie dropped down on the end of her bed. "Now he's ruined everything."
"Maxie, really?" Pulling her chestnut curls into a ponytail on the top of her head, Elizabeth laughed. "Who am I going to tell? He seems pretty harmless."
"Spinelli by himself is harmless." Looking defeated Maxie sighed. "Well on the outside anyways. It's really complicated."
It wasn't overly complex from where Elizabeth stood. Geek with mob connections meets the police commissioner's pretty and bubbly niece. It was a lose, lose situation. Even Romeo and Juliet had a better chance for making it work.
"I have a date with the library table tonight." Pulling the strap of her bag over her shoulder Elizabeth grinned over at her friend. "Why don't you wear that sexy red number you got last weekend."
"We need to talk." Sonny Conithos's voice wafted over the loud noise in the yard, pulling Jason's attention from the strange and very angry woman's retreating back.
Crouching down and picking up the discarded letter off the ground, Jason shoved it into his jacket pocket. The last time he'd gotten a letter from one of the woman in town, Johnny had seen it and he'd been razed by the guys for weeks. With the mood he'd been in the last few weeks, he might put his fist into someone's face.
"What's this I hear about Sam moving out?" Looking perturbed, Sonny stood in his pristine tan overcoat., eyes flashing.
Reigning in the resentment bubbling inside his chest, Jason cast a quick look around to see who was within earshot. "You want to take this inside?"
With only a nod, Sonny led the way to his office. Weaving around his workers with little regard. The set of his shoulders showed his irritation over a matter he no longer had any say in. With each click of his spit shined shoes, Jason's animosity towards his friend and partner grew.
When they were settled into the room, with the door shut tightly behind them, Sonny spoke first. "This is totally unacceptable. Sam is pregnant, you can't just kick her out."
"I'm not kicking her out." Jason said. "She's more than welcome to stay until we've found her some place of her own to stay."
"I thought the plan was to claim the baby."
Like he needed Sonny to remind him of his moment of insanity. "I still am. Doesn't mean I need to play house with her."
"You didn't have a problem with it last week." Sonny pushed.
Running a hand through his hair, feeling as though Sonny was pushing him into a corner, Jason didn't like the direction their conversation was heading. The last thing he wanted to talk to Sonny about was how Sam had been putting the moves on him. "Well things change."
"So you're gonna just cast her off?"
Whipping his head up, Jason glared over at the other man. "She was never mine to cast off Sony. I took her in as a favor to you. It's not working, end of story."
Looking slightly ashamed, Sonny let out a long breath. "That was uncalled for."
"Yes, it was."
"The guilt is killing me." Sinking down into one of the empty chairs, Sonny ran a hand down his face. "I love Carly. Love the family we have together. It's just eating me up inside that I have this child I wont be able to take care of."
Not wanting to remind his friend he had the choice to face up to his mistakes, to face Carly's wrath and own up to fathering Sam's baby. He'd be wasting his breath. "It's not like I'd be turning my back on her. I'll still go through the motions of being the father."
"I just thought my kid would be across the hall."
"Sonny, I can't." Jason stopped Sonny's train of thought. "It's better this way. Having Sam and Carly so close together is asking for trouble. They can't stand each other and I don't trust Sam not to say something if they're going at it."
"Fine." Sonny waved his hand as though he understood and agreed. Jason wished it were that easy, but he'd known Sonny long enough and his friend was just regrouping. Figuring out a way to manipulate the situation. "So we're ready for tonight?"
"Yeah. Meet us here at nine. Spinelli is going to be installing the software and hopefully we'll find out who's been messing with us."
"I miss the old days." Sonny stood. "I hate all this electronic crap."
Jason shrugged. There was no changing what was. They just had to be quicker and smarter than the people who were out to get them. Cyber or real life, it didn't matter. A threat was a threat.
"I promised I'd take the boys to the park before dinner." Heading to the door, Sonny paused. "I know I sounded ungrateful for what you're doing for me. You're a great friend."
"You too." Jason responded halfheartedly.
Lifting the shirt up to her nose, Sam inhaled deeply. There was something to be said about the smell of a strong, dangerous man. And everything about Jason Morgan screamed dangerous. One way or another she was going to convince him they were perfect together.
She had no other choice.
Right now he was only resisting because of his loyalty to Sonny. She'd moved to quickly, like some dumb beginner and lost her advantage. If she didn't do some major damage control she was going to be royally screwed.
She'd been playing the game for too many years not to know where she stood. Right now she was being pampered because of the baby growing inside of her. If she didn't play her cards right, and get Jason to see how great they'd be together she was going to lose everything the second the baby was born.
Sure Sonny claimed he'd always make sure she was taken care of. What man wouldn't when his wife was clueless to his indiscretion? But his definition of taken care of and her definition were two completely different things.
Money was nice, he could throw all the money he wanted at her and she wouldn't say a thing. It was the thought of a pretty little house in town with a white picket fence and minivan parked out front that gave her hives.
No, she wanted power and danger. To be a part of something big. It was what she'd been looking for when she'd hooked up with Sonny in the first place. It turned her on, the way he controlled the town. They'd been hot in bed before he'd gone off and ruined everything by getting back together with that she bitch of a wife and having Jason step forward as her baby's daddy.
There wasn't much time and Sam played to win.