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-Jess

The next morning Sam had just left and Gideon was pacing the room.

"My god, what would grandmother say?" Gideon asked himself, running his hands through his hair. "Having sex with the daughter of her husband's love child. Thank god we aren't related otherwise this would be extremely awkward."

Gideon felt his phone buzz in his pocket and took it out. He smiled at the number.

"Mother, what a coincidence it is that you've called. I was just thinking about you."

Gideon heard his mother laugh over the phone. "I hope good things."

"Always." Gideon answered, sitting down one of the chairs, turning on the television in front of him. "Not that I mind, but why did you call?"

"I'm assuming you've heard?"

"Heard what?"

"That your grandmother, Helena is dead."

Gideon shook his head. "Mother, that's hardly old news. She's been dead for a couple months."

"It's just I hadn't heard from you for a while, since you were off at your grandmother's island. Anyway, that's not the only reason I've called you."

"Oh?"

"Your father wishes to contact you."

Gideon groaned and tilted his head back. "Did he tell you why he wanted to get in contact with me?"

"I think his mother's death has hit him hard."

"Oh…who would have thought that Alistair James would be sentimental?" Gideon said with a harsh chuckle.

"Gideon, you know your father loved his mother. She did raise him you know."

"Until Grandpa Richard poisoned him against grandmother."

"In his defense, Helena wasn't very kind to him when she found out that he was trying to take him away from her."

"He had no right to try. I have no respect for him. He kidnapped dad and poisoned him against grandmother and grandmother wasn't even aware that he had had me until grandfather died."

"I was there, Gideon, I know what happened. I'm just saying that your grandmother wasn't the best person."

"Mother, we've had this discussion before. Despite some of the terrible things grandmother did, she did love her family."

"Sometimes she did the wrong things with that love." Lucia, Gideon's mother, reminded him. "Your father wants to make amends. He knows what he did was wrong. You're lucky that you got to know Helena while she was still alive."

"That I was," Gideon said, recalling fond memories of Helena teaching him to dance, teaching him the family history. "And now I'm continuing her legacy."

"What do you mean by that?" Lucia asked, concerned.

"Grandmother had a couple pet projects before she died. I wouldn't want to see her efforts go to waste."

"Some of her 'pet projects' as you prefer to call them, aren't exactly legal, you realize that right?"

Gideon chuckled. "I promise, mother, I'm not doing anything that I will regret. I've met a woman since I moved to Port Charles, by the way."

"At the hospital? I recall a conversation we had about you transferring."

"As a matter of fact yes, but she doesn't work there. It's kind of funny, actually. I think grandmother would be proud. She's beautiful, smart, and she's her deceased husband's love child's daughter."

The silence that passed after he said that was eerie and then Lucia sighed.

"Gideon, please tell me that that was some horrible joke."

"Mother, I thought you would be happy."

"Happy? Happy that my son is being incestuous with his cousin?"

Gideon chuckled to himself and shook his head. "She's not my cousin mother. Helena isn't related to this woman. Mikos is the one who had the affair, and as a result had Alexis, Sam's mother. I'm Helena's child with another man. No relation whatsoever as Helena had me after Mikos had died."

"It just seems so…"

"Taboo?" Lucia offered with a tentative giggle of her own. "Now that you've explained it to me, I can be a bit more optimistic about it. So, tell me more about this girl. It's about time, Gideon."

"She has the most expressive, beautiful brown eyes, but they are also so mysterious at the same time. Her hair, is a beautiful dark chocolate color that tumbles off of her head in waves and she has perfect skin and an amazing smile."

"It sounds like this girl has made an impression." Lucia observed.

"She most certainly has. We just had our first date last night."

"Really? After one date, you're taken with this girl?"

"I hope to have many more dates." Gideon said, looking at the picture of her on his phone.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that you're finding your new city to your liking. I will have to come visit you soon. Please, at least think about speaking to your father."

"It seems like I won't have a choice in the matter. He's calling. Did you give him my number?"

"Guilty," Lucia chuckled. "Don't be angry with me, darling. Good luck." She said and hung up before he could respond.

Gideon stared at his phone which continued to buzz and after a second's deliberation, decided to accept the call.

"Alistair. What can I do for you?" Gideon asked, his voice taking on the cold tone he reserved especially for his father.

"Gideon, how are you son?" Alistair asked, his voice warm.

"Fine. Why'd you want to talk to me?"

Alistair sighed. "I wanted to offer my condolences over the death of your grandmother."

"Funny, she died months ago, and she's your mother. You could at least acknowledge that."

"I've been busy with other things. I only just recently found out, and you know how I feel about Helena."

"How do you even know that what grandfather said was true? He could have just been bitter."

"Tell that to Kristen Bergman."

"Who?"

"Your beloved grandmother sliced her throat open in front of her daughter."

"That can't be true. Grandmother wasn't that cruel. Who the hell is Kristen Bergman?"

"Kristen Bergman is a woman that Helena's first husband, Mikos, had an affair with yielding the births of two bastard daughters, Alexis and Kristina."

"Oh, that's her name. I never knew." Gideon said. "You know how I feel as well, so any preaching to the contrary is a waste of time."

Alistair sighed. "I loved my mother, Gideon, please believe that, but when my father exposed her for the vile, evil…I digress. Anyway, my opinion changed. I loved her but I can't respect her."

"Is that the only reason you called? Otherwise, I need to get to the hospital."

"Oh, I heard that you had transferred. Where to, may I ask?"

"Port Charles." Gideon said before ending the call and stretching his hands out. He shook his head and got up off the chair.

Minutes later, he was sliding his black scrubs shirt on and fluffing his hair as he looked into the mirror at his reflection.

"Alright."

At the hospital, Robin was looking through the file she had recently received on a Dr. Gideon James Tate. She drummed her pen against her desk as she flipped through the file. He had done well at the other hospitals he was working for, and actually had a brief residency in Greece. His transfer from his last hospital was abrupt, but based on the good record, Robin was happy to have yet another talented doctor on her staff.

Robin heard a timid knock at her door and looked up, shutting the file. "Come in."

Gideon walked through the door, his white lab coat draped neatly over his muscular frame. "Dr. Scorpio-Drake. It's a pleasure to meet you." Gideon said with a flash of white teeth as he presented his hand in front of him.

Robin stood and reached across her desk to shake his hand. "Dr. Tate, I've read so much about you. I can't wait to see how well you do here."

"I look forward to it. Please, call me Gideon." Gideon said with a modest chuckle, shaking her hand firmly. "I noticed your surname is Drake?"

Robin smiled. "It is. My husband, Patrick Drake, he's actually a doctor here."

"I've heard." Gideon smiled back. "I knew him in college. It's been years."

Robin's smile faltered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. The last time someone from Patrick's college days had barged into their life, they turned out to be a completely deranged psychopath.

Gideon noticed and went to quick alleviate her fears. "Trust me, I'm not Lisa Niles."

Robin was shocked that Gideon knew about Lisa. "You know about Lisa?"

Gideon chuckled. "Sure, Patrick dated her until he broke her heart. I read that she made your lives hell in the papers. Trust me, I'm not going to put you through the same hell."

"That I can vouch for." Patrick said from the open doorway. "Gideon, man, wow, you haven't changed a bit."

Gideon turned around and smiled at his old friend. He walked towards him and gave him a half hug. "Neither have you, it seems. You still seem to find the most beautiful women." Gideon said with a chuckle.

Patrick laughed back while Robin blushed. "I do, but this beautiful woman is mine and I don't like to share."

Gideon put his hands up in mock surrender. His comment was only directed towards Robin, but towards his lovely lover, Samantha. "No worries, man. Besides, I've got a girl of my own now."

"Really? Someone's finally caught your eye? I'd love to meet her."

Gideon smiled, he had Drake right where he wanted him. "I'll have to look into it, but it sounds like a grand idea."

"Well, Dr. Tate…Gideon, we've got you all set up here, and you've received the other information?" Robin asked, interrupting their conversation.

Gideon nodded. "I have. Thank you, Dr. Scorpio-Drake. Until our paths cross again." Gideon said and dipped an imaginary hat on his head before making his way out the door. Patrick winked at Robin and closed the door behind him as he went to perform his own duties.

The next day, Jason, Elizabeth, and Lucky were discussing what Jake had told them about his captors.

"Jake said his name was James, I'm not sure if that's a nickname, a first, last, or middle name." Jason said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We've established that we can't recall any James's that we've heard of being a threat." Elizabeth said, leaning her head against the sofa cushion behind her.

Lucky nodded, pacing. "When I went to Cassadine Island, Jake was playing with a nanny who under orders from the late Helena, gave him to me upon arrival. I didn't stick around to look into who was running the show. I was more focused on Jake's safety."

"As you should have been." Jason agreed. "I hate this feeling that I have that the answer is right in front of us. I have Spinelli looking into Gideon Tate."

Elizabeth's head snapped to him. "Gideon Tate, as in Dr. Gideon Tate? Why him?"

"You know him?" Jason asked.

Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, he's a brilliant neurosurgeon that transferred to the hospital. Why are you looking into him?"

"His arrival seems sudden. He transfers to the hospital right after we get Jake back?"

Lucky's eyes narrowed. "The circumstances are troubling, I'll admit, but we can't make snap judgements."

"Just to be safe, I have Spinelli looking into him."

"Have you heard back from him?" Elizabeth asked.

"Not yet," Jason answered glancing at his phone.

While the trio discussed the potential threat, Spinelli was using his cyber prowess to find anything and everything he could on Dr. Gideon Tate.

Spinelli drummed his fingers against the wooden desk as his eyes pored over the information.

"Impressive Tate, near top of your class, medical journals, yet I can't find any more information." Spinelli murmured to himself.

Spinelli found a potential lead, but when he attempted to look into it, he was met with a barrier. Apparently Tate's records were sealed. Why, he had no idea.

"And with one final key stroke, the jackal…fails." Spinelli faltered at the end and was impressed by the level of security in the seal. Whoever had sealed it wanted to make sure that no one else could find information.

Meanwhile, Jason kept glancing at his phone. "He should have called by now."

"I'm sure he will soon." Elizabeth reassured him just as Jason's phone began buzzing.

"Jason." Jason answered.

"Stone Cold, I'm afraid the jackal has bad news." Spinelli said rather dejectedly.

Jason's brow furrowed as he clenched the phone tighter. "What does that mean?'

"Other than the fact that he's a doctor, I can't tell you anything."

"What do you mean?'

"His records are sealed."

"His records are sealed? Can't you get around it?" Jason asked.

"Why would his records be sealed?" Lucky inquired, running a hand through his overgrown hair.

"I'm afraid I can't." Spinelli answered, sounding glum. "I've tried everything. Whoever sealed it obviously wanted it kept sealed."

"That's rather suspicious." Jason murmured.

"He could be running from something." Spinelli offered.

"Possibly," Jason speculated. "Thank you, Spinelli."

"Any time, Stone Cold. Call me when you need me." Spinelli said before hanging up.

"So what does this tell us?" Elizabeth asked.

Jason shook his head. "I have no idea."

"I can ask Patrick." Elizabeth suggested.

"What would Patrick know?" Jason asked, turning his attention to her.

"He and Dr. Tate were good friends in college. Perhaps, he can shed some light on the situation."

Jason nodded. "That's an excellent idea."

"I'll have my people look into it, as well." Lucky said. "I have to meet someone. Call me if you need me, Liz." Lucky said before leaving.

"I will." Elizabeth promised as Lucky shut the door. "Now, Jason, I need you to relax."

Jason looked at her incredulously. "Relax? My son is in danger."

"I know. I hate it, too, but you'll feel better if you relax. Jake can sense your tension."

Jason sighed and his shoulders dropped.

"Would a massage help?" Elizabeth asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jason cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled. "Why Miss Weber, I would love one."

Elizabeth gestured for Jason to lay on the couch. "Before you lay down, take your shirt off."

Jason's grin grew more pronounced and he pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the ground. Elizabeth took a brief moment to admire him before pushing him down onto the sofa.

"Don't move." She instructed before moving to straddle his muscular, firm ass. She shook her hands out and bent over to rub her hands into the tense muscles at Jason's neck.

"My god, Elizabeth, you're a goddess." Jason moaned as she worked the knots out of his neck.

Elizabeth moved her hands down to rub down his back. Jason's moans grew more pronounced as she worked more and more knots out of his back.

Suddenly Elizabeth got an idea. She knew her boys wouldn't be back for at least two or three hours. Careful not to alert Jason, she pulled her own shirt off and reached back to unclasp her bra.

Elizabeth moved her body down to sit at the bottom of his ass, near the beginning of his thighs, and worked her knuckles against the muscles of his lower back which resulted in Jason's immediate appreciation.

"Elizabeth, thank you."

"I'm not done yet, Jason." Elizabeth said, a smile in her voice as she leaned forward to lay against Jason back, skin to skin.

Jason reached back to rub his hands down her bare back. "Why, you've been naughty haven't you Miss Webber?" Jason asked before quickly flipping them over so that Elizabeth was beneath him.

Elizabeth giggled as Jason pushed some of her hair away from her face.

"How shall I show my appreciation to my lovely Miss Weber?" Jason asked, obviously thinking and then he smiled and got up.

"Where are you going?" Elizabeth asked.

"To fetch something. As much as it pains me to say this, you may want to put your shirt back on."

"Why?" Elizabeth asked, confused, as she put her bra and shirt back on.

"You'll be happy you did." Elizabeth heard Jason call back to her before he came bounding down the stairs. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and took her by the hand.

"If you'll follow me…"

"Where are you taking me?" Elizabeth asked, giggling again.

"You'll see." Jason said. "Close your eyes."

Elizabeth did as he said but that didn't stop him from putting his hand over his eyes as he led her out the back door into the back yard which he had decorated with dozens of white and red roses.

"You can look now." Jason said softly, before stepping back and removing his hand from Elizabeth's eyes.

"Jason, it's beautiful." Elizabeth gasped, looking around. She turned around to look at him and gasped again.

Jason kneeled before her, one knee, with a beautiful diamond ring nestled into a black satin box balanced on his palm.

"Elizabeth Weber, our story hasn't been an easy one. We've had to face so many obstacles to get here, but I wouldn't give up any of it as it's only made us stronger. You were there for me when I didn't know who I was. You provided me a home when I was but a stranger. You nursed me back to health in all ways that count. I can't think of anybody I would love more to be my partner in life, my lover, my best confidant, and most importantly my soul mate. Elizabeth Weber, will you do me the great honor of being my wife?"

Tears had begun to build in Elizabeth's eyes as Jason spoke the beautiful words to her and she tearfully nodded. "Yes, Jason, I will marry you."

"You will?" Jason asked, a great smile lighting his features as he took the ring out of the box and placed it on Elizabeth's waiting finger. "Elizabeth, you've made me the happiest man in the world."

"And you've made me the happiest woman." Elizabeth said, grabbing his face and crushing her lips to his. "I love you so much, Jason Morgan."

"And I love you, future Mrs. Elizabeth Morgan."