Author's Note: If you remember from the summary, I noted that this IS a crossover between GH & B&B... so here it begins...

Chapter 5: Locals Make Major Moves

Carly woke up as the plane was preparing to land. Looking over, she saw Morgan—she had to stop calling him that—Spencer doing the same. What she didn't see right away was Michael and joss. Then, almost as if she had conjured them with her thoughts, he walked out of the back carrying his little sister.

For a moment, everything inside her froze and melted as the memory of Jason carrying Michael out of the water in FL flashed through her mind. The emotions that memory evoked threatened to overwhelm her and choke the life right her. She swallowed her inconvenient feelings and shook herself free of the memory.

"How's she doing?" Carly asked with a smile that became warmer as they approached.

"She's great," Michael responded looking up with a smile to mask the concern he felt for his mom. For the first time in his life, he felt genuine anger towards Jason. "She is a real classy traveler just like her mom. She slept through most of it, but now that she's awake she wants her mom."

Carly's lit more and more as realized she was surrounded by her family and everyone was happy or on the road. She took her daughter into her arms. "I remember you at this age," she chuckled.

Seeing that his mom was being overwhelmed by the past, Michael sat beside her and took her hand. "Back then you only really wanted your—Jason. He was your everything. He taught me that I could be your mom and that you loved me. After a while, you reached for me too, but there was always a special bond between you and Jason."

Michael felt the temptation to ask questions well inside as it had so many times before, but fought to stifle it recognizing that now wasn't the time or place for that kind of conversation. He was saved from having to worry about a response when the pilot announced they would need to buckle up, as they would be making their descent soon. As the worked together to secure Joss, he caught his mother's eye. "No matter how special Jason is or ever was, he could never be mom. I was lucky to have you and no one could ever change what you are to me, Momma."

He was rewarded with his mom's special smile and he felt his world begin righting itself like it hadn't since she told him she was leaving Port Charles. Michael knew his mom was a beautiful woman who had an arsenal of incredible qualities that made her presence engaging and often irresistible, but her smiles were the cornerstone. He had seen most of them over the course of his life…

His mom was the only person he knew who could make a smile mean so many different things, from a weapon to a tool to a gift to a reward to a shield. The smile she was giving him now was her best and brightest. While she had two that were very similar that she reserved for small children and the many menwhom she'd tried to build lives with, this one seem to encompass every ounce of love and fire in her. And knowing his mom the way he did, that was saying something.

It was a smile he'd only ever seen her share with seven people… his Grandma Bobbie, his Uncle Lucas, himself and his siblings, of course. He had been completely shocked when he had seen her give that smile to Jake Spencer, but later, after the little boy's death, when he learned Jake was Jason's son, it had made a certain sense. After all, Jason was the only other person in the world who he had ever seen receive that smile. Not even his other dad, Sonny, got that from his mom even during their best times together.

Now, it seemed he had lost that sacred place in heart her. And for some reason it hurt him to know—maybe because one of the few sure things left in his life was now gone. Michael let his mind turn that thought over until he realized they had landed and it was time to deplane.

Strangely, landing and leaving LAX was pretty uneventful, except for one moment. He still couldn't explain why for something so seemingly minor, it had felt like his world had been rocked. It hadn't been anything more than a moment, but it had also been unlike anything Michael had ever experienced his short life. He was going about his business, nothing more out of the ordinary than grabbing their bags, when he'd felt the strangest sensation. Even now, he couldn't explain what or why it was. The only thing he did know was that he felt heartbeat begin to pump like he'd just run a marathon and his mind race while remaining blank. The conflicting feelings left him feeling overwhelmed.

All of his senses were screaming so he looked up and found him searching for God only knew what. What he found was the most spectacularly beautiful woman he had ever seen… she was tall with a long, flowing, chocolate mane, high cheekbones, the fullest, most kissable pout he'd ever seen, and a body that could wake the dead. She seemed to be searching for something to. In profile, she was breathtaking, but then, she suddenly turned and their eyes met. And he got lost in most incredible blue eyes he'd ever seen. He felt he could stare into those eyes forever, but forever ended in a matter of seconds, when Morgan came over to ask what had been taking so long with the bags.

Shocked by the intrusion, he'd looked at his brother, but when he looked back, she was gone as if she had never really existed, and he was left feeling oddly bereft. That is until shame began eating at him. He loved Abby. Sure things had been a little strained lately, but he loved her… didn't he?

As the day had worn on and they had left LAX, Michael's traitorous mind began to wander.How can you really be in love with Abby if you could be so drawn to another woman? A quiet voice in his mind whispered seductively. He tried to shake the thought as his guilt grew. Could I really be that fickle? Was it as simple as out of sight out of mind?

With the determined denseness only a Morgan could appreciate, he assured himself that he had already found the love of his life and that moment had been a fluke. A trick of the mind brought on by jet lag. He decidedly pushed all thoughts of the mystery siren away. He loved Abby and no other woman could hope to compare. Her eyes alone… as he attempted to conjure his girlfriend's eyes, his mind filled with the image of awe-inspiring aqua eyes surrounded by long, sooty black lashes. Damn it! How had she managed to effect him so strongly?!

"Look, Michael," Morgan exclaimed returning his focus to the present as they pulled up to a beautiful home on the water.

"This is great, Mom!" Michael gasped. "How'd you pull off something this nice on such short notice without Dad or Jason knowing?"

"Oh, baby. Never underestimate a Spencer, especially your Momma," she chuckled in delight at the awed expressions she saw on her kids' faces. "Let's just say that it's always a good idea to cultivate contacts. And I've held onto a few from Deception days." And plenty of other places and situations, too."Take notes, boys. You may have been raised by the mob, but you are Spencers by blood and by birth. We are nothing if not a resourceful lot. Actually, if I had been willing to move here sooner, I could have had a job whenever."

"Really?" Michael asked in shock. He'd always thought his mom didn't have many options before she got half of the hotel from Jax. He remembered the way she seemed to bounce around a lot. "You were with Deception before Morgan was even born, right?"

"Yep," she nodded.

"Then why didn't you take it?" Morgan asked vaguely taking in the house as they all prepared to leave the car. Michael remained silent interested in the answer.

Carly focused her gaze on Josslyn before quietly answering, "Our family was in Port Charles. I didn't want to take you away from that, but I figure now is a good time to make the move. A fresh start, you know. Stephanie told me about this house so I bought it."

"This is OURS?!" Morgan screeched his eyes rounding as the darted from his mother to the house on the ocean. He scrambled out of the car and darted for the front door. "Cool!"
"You did it for us, didn't you?" Michael commented watching his mother carefully. "You suffered in that stupid town for us and dad and Jason. Why? You could have had your own life, and been happy. Why?"

"Our family was in Port Charles," she repeated simply. "You needed your dads: Sonny and Jason. And I couldn't be the one to take that from you. Then I got busy living my life. I got half of the MetroCourt…"

"Did Dad and Uncle Sonny know?" he asked not even noticing the change in how he referred to the men who had been his fathers.

Carly, however, missed nothing and had to bite back a little smile as her heart warmed at the sound of Michael acknowledging his true father. She shook her head silently. Then, she looked at her son with a devious sparkle in her eyes. "It was business. They had theirs. I had mine."

Jason stepped of the elevator on a mission. He felt like a new man… or more accurately a renewed man. He'd stayed there in their room for the rest of the night, and it had been the best he had slept in years. He had woken with a purpose again. He was focused. He knew what he needed to do. It was time for Jason, Morgan to clean house. He knew what came next would change all of their lives for good. Some of things he would have to do would permanently alienate him from those who clamed to love him, but he couldn't really seem to care about that. He figured in his pain and grief, he had already taken the first step. He doubted he'd ever have to worry about Sam, Robin, or Liz again.

"Hey Milo," he acknowledged, prepared to breeze when a thought occurred. "From this moment on, no one gets access to this penthouse, but me, Spinelli, Carly, and the kids. On second thought, Maxie is welcome as Spinelli's guest only. If it's anyone else you knock and—no, you call me directly and ask permission." Noting the look on his face, Jason added, "Yes, that includes Sam and Sonny. Call our guy and have these locks changed immediately."

He whisked into the penthouse without waiting for a response. "Stone Cold! The Jackal was very worried about his master after the magnitude of the revelations brought on by the Valkyrie," Spinelli opined up seeing his best friend's return. "The Jackal was shocked and appalled, yet unsure how best to proceed and so chose to remain here acting as a sentinel prepared to give comfort or any aid his mortally wounded master might require."

"It wasn't a mortal wound," Jason muttered, as he watched his quirky young friend going on without noticing he'd spoken.

"Fear not, my friend," Spinelli babbled. "For the Jackal, the assassin of cyberspace, has not wasted time during his evening of solitude. Instead the Jackal, has labored tirelessly over his trust computer, researching the information shared by the Valkyrie and the Fair Nikita upon the cusp of your would be nuptials and—"

"I don't care," Jason interrupted firmly. "Unless Nikita asks you directly for the information, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter to me. It was a mistake to think I could marry Sam because I was still in love with someone else. It was wrong of me to let her or anyone think she could ever be my first priority. I gave her more power over my life than was fair to anyone and for the wrong reasons. I ended up neglecting the people who matter most because of it and it stops now."

"You do not love the duplicitous one? That is good as I have confirmed—" he hesitates as another thought takes hold. ""Who—the mother of the lost one?" Spinelli queried. "You have realized your heart's longing was always for her in the wake of yesterday's eye-opening disclosures?"

"No," Jason replied definitively. "I never loved her any more than I ever loved Sam or even Robin. They were distractions. It was easier to try to love them than let myself be with—Look. I need you to stop whatever you're doing and find out where Carly is. I went by her house and there was no hint of where she was headed. Finding her is your number one priority."

"The Valkyrie?" Spinelli sputtered as Jason's phone rang.

"Yeah, Milo. Who is it?" I answered. "Johnny? What could he possibly want? Send him in two minutes." Jason jerked a thumb towards the stairs "Get to work. And Spinelli… thanks."

The obviously flustered computer nerd nodded and scurried up the stairs to his room. Within seconds of Spinelli's disappearance, the door opened. "What do you want?" Jason asked before his eyes could register his guest was not Johnny Zacharra as he'd expected.

Johnny sauntered in big as life. "Is that any way to greet an old friend, fucker?" he quipped as the door closed behind him. Then before Jason could collect his thoughts, Johnny punched him in the face, knocking him on his ass. "That's for making Carly cry. Again."