Warning for Language. Thank to my beta Rachel! Hope you enjoy and will let me know what you think!

Chapter One

"Divine Intervention?"

"Stupid, selfish, son of a… You bastard, I'm tired, hungry and hormonal and you go missing, quite possibly dead and I'm freaking lost! Sure, you could blame me for driving with tears in my eyes and taking a wrong turn, but, I am quite alright with blaming you." Elizabeth said to the empty car.

Her windshield wipers were having a hell of a time keeping up with the downpour. If she could see three feet in front of her car, she considered herself lucky.

"Great, even using that blasted word in a different context pisses me off… Why couldn't they think of another name, Lance or Lyle or Foghorn Leghorn, maybe limpdick…?" As she ranted to herself, she tried to think of other words that would work instead of lucky… "Fortunate, blessed, auspicious, Jammy… Will anyone even know what the hell I am saying if I say I'm jammy?"

She was about to continue her ranting, when the rain slowed briefly and she could make out a building about 200 yards away. "What to do, what to do? You know Jason; I am blaming you and your baby for this verbal diarrhea that I am contending with. It is because of you I am going to get wet and not for a good reason either, mmm. Did I mention selfish bastard, 'Hello' pregnancy hormones!?"

Whether it was a good idea or not, she moved as quickly as she possibly could from the car and towards the small…"Holy shit, it's a church! Is this what they call divine intervention?" While her musings were valid, they weren't getting her out of the rain. Telling her more vocal self to 'Put a sock in it' seemed to work for the time being.

It couldn't have been raining that long but even so, the ground was soggy, and her high heeled shoes were fighting a righteous fight just to stay on her feet. Shouting in to the sky, hoping beyond hope that he heard her, she said "Mr. Morgan, you SO owe me a new pair of shoes and a dress! A ring too, but that's something that will have to be discussed later."

It took three tries before she managed to pull the heavy door open. Feeling like a drowned rat and probably looking the part too, Liz moved further into the small church, not coming to a stop till she was standing in front of the large cross adorning the wall.

"I know I haven't been a 'Good Girl' as of late but I have tried. While tonight doesn't paint me in a very appealing picture, for my sanity, it had to be said. I know I probably don't have the right to ask, since I've never been very religious, but if you could find it in your heart, could you please give me a sign, let me know if the man I love is safe and well or if not, can you just take good care of him till I find him again."

With shaking hands, Elizabeth realized her teeth were chattering and she could see faint puffs of her breath in front of her. She lit the match and touched it reverently to one of the candles, repeating her prayer and adding to it slightly. "Can you watch over Jason, if not for me, then for his unborn child? I don't want to use my child like that, but my baby will feel the hole in his or her life, without Jason for a father."

Her fingers were clenched tightly to the altar in front of her, when she heard it. What she heard, she couldn't say, but she had heard something.

Searching the church over, she almost succumbed to darkness again when she saw the unconscious, waterlogged form of the man she had just been praying for.

Falling to her knees by his side, Elizabeth allowed herself a moment to touch, feel, then her nurses instincts kicked in and she began to assess his situation.

Finding him near to hypothermic and at least one bullet wound, left her breathless, her heart hurt at the sight of her bigger than life love, laid so low.

Without conscious thought, Liz trailed her hands up his face and into his hair, willing him to open those beautiful blue eyes and see her.

"Jason, please wake up. You have to live. There is no other choice, people need you, I need you…Jason, your baby needs you. Please, wake up, enough laying down on the job, get up, oh God, please get up, your baby Jason, this is our baby, made of you and me and love… Bloody hell man, don't do this to me."

"We need to get you to the hosp…" She began but was cut off by the sound of a siren in the not to distant, distance.

"Damnit Jason, wake up, I can't carry you, I can't call for help, I lost my damn phone."

Knowing staying was impossible but so was leaving, Liz kissed his shockingly cold lips once and then again, before lowering her mouth to his ear. "Jason, hear me and hear me good bubba, you need to live, your, our baby needs you to live!" With a quick final kiss, Elizabeth dashed out of the church and into the deluge.

The imprint of his lips warming her from within, giving the church one final look, she shouted into the rain, "I will find a way to haunt your rear from here to Timbuktu and back if you don't survive this insanity!"

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She had barely been back on the right road, when she saw half a dozen police cars moving swiftly past her. In her rear-view mirror, she saw them turn and head right to where she had just left.

"Ric you troglodyte, you better not try to railroad Jason or else." She said to the once again quiet car. Obviously her outbursts weren't over for the night. She couldn't fathom what had come over her, but since she was alone and didn't feel the need to sugar-coat anything, she was free to be as honest as she was at the faux wedding. She liked this new and out spoken woman, she didn't feel the need to toe the line and be perfect for everyone else.
Maybe it was the knowledge that she finally admitted to herself, that she loved Jason, that the child that is growing in her womb is his. Maybe he gave her the strength without even knowing it. Hopefully in this time of his need, she'd be able to be his strength; otherwise, she was going to have to beat his ass but good.

Frustrated and without an actual port in this storm, Elizabeth went to the only place she could think about. That craptacular place she had shared with Lucky wasn't home and never would be. Tomorrow she could deal with collecting her and Cam's belongings and see where they went from there. Tonight, she needed to have her unborn child checked out.

One fall tonight and numerous shocks to the system could spell potential danger and there was no way she would risk her child, his child.

"Oh Hell woman, get a grip, you can't go weak in the knees and doe-y eyed every time you think about him! You are a strong, independent woman, you do not need a man to validate you or hold you up nor do you need a man to waggle his tongue in a form of praise…" Naughty Elizabeth suddenly woke up panting and moaning. "Oh the things that man can do with his tongue. Wagging I am sure in the right instances, would be very…pleasurable!"

"Stay on topic Webber, in, checked out, then maybe to the hotel for a nice sleep." It was her mantra as she tried to get herself under control. She parked, got on the elevator, taking up to the right floor, and then over to Epiphany…

"Girl, what in the world happened to you? You look like you tried to swim here, everything okay?"

"Don't ask Piph, you would not believe me if I told you and probably think me a little nuts to boot." She said with a warm smile directed to her boss.

"If it has something to do with you letting loose your supposedly 'Forked' tongue, then I've heard. Laura conked Luke on the head with a Waterford Crystal vase, when she heard he married Tracy, so he's down in Emergency trying to get stitches put in, but he is three sheets to the wind, that they are having issues with his blood clotting. Laura is on ward 6, you know why. So really, what can't I believe?"

"Sorry, I guess you can, but can you page Kelly Lee, I took quite a tumble and then almost did so a second time. Plus, the water sports I have participated in just trying to get here…"

"You bet sweetie, go take a load off and I'll let you know when Kelly gets here. Try to catch a nap, Kelly is doing an emergency C-section, so it could be a while. Try the on-call room, it should be quiet tonight."

"Thanks, I'll see you later."

Once again lost to her thoughts, she made her way through the hallways, not really seeing anything or anyone. Her mind and heart were with Jason.

"Don't lose your spine now, stay strong. Everything will be better in the morning, it might not be perfect, but it has to be better." Whispering her love to Jason were the next to last thoughts to flit through her mind before sleep took her. "While I'm still snarky, Jason can you also ditch the bitch with the nasty snitch?"

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