A/N: Please remember that this story has a lot of the history altered to fit my needs and wants, including Georgie's biological parents and how some of the characters are related. Just wanted to remind you all of that before you read this chapter. I'm happy that you are all hanging in there for this convoluted tale. I really didn't mean for it to be this intricated, but it just seems to write itself. I have had a bit of problems with the last scene in the chapter between Georgie and Johnny. I'm still not enthused with it, but after retyping it hundreds of times, you all are stuck with this version. LOL. I have to say that this is the only part their chemistry that has given me pause. I have half of the next update done and it is back to what I have been feeling for those two. For some reason this chapter was just complicated for me. Stupid scene!

Anyways, hope you all enjoy and remember that I love reviews! :)

Chapter Fourteen

Sitting in the chair pulled up to the bedside, he held her hand as the light sedative that had been administered ran its course. Fear was not an emotion that he experienced often, but getting the phone call from O'Brien had caused him to nearly lose the control he was so famous for. By the time that Jason had reached the hospital, Kelly had sedated Elizabeth to keep her calm. Hearing her words in his mind again, Jason fought to keep from tearing out of the room and chasing Carly down.

"She's stressed, Jason. Her last pregnancy with Jake was rough and filled with close calls, probably more than you ever were told about. Elizabeth needs to be as relaxed as possible for the next seven months. The cramping that she experienced is her body's way of telling her to slow down." Kelly paused and debated approaching the next topic, but Elizabeth was her friend and coworker. "If you want her to have a healthy pregnancy, you need to get Carly under control. Most of the staff on the floor heard her verbally attacking Elizabeth. While she may be strong and capable of handling the blond amazon most days, now is not that time. You need to make a decision. Your friendship and keeping the peace with Carly, or the health of Elizabeth and that baby that she is carrying." Not waiting to hear his response to her warning, she swept from the room after muttering that she would be back later to check on Elizabeth.

"You're lucky, Jason. It could have been a lot worse."

Piching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. "You think I don't get that, O'Brien. Jesus! She's lying in this bed because of me and was terrified that she was loosing our baby."

"Not because of you," he countered immediately. "But because Carly thinks that she owns you. If you really want to help Elizabeth, you are going to have to make Carly realize that Elizabeth comes first."

"I know that," Jason growled, his voice rough. "And trust me, I have had enough of her interference to last a lifetime. But you know that things are just starting to heat up, with Zacchara, Sonny, whatever Spencer is up to, and this whole situation with Georgie. How the hell am I suppose to make sure that Elizabeth doesn't worry?"

Lounging against the door, the Irishman rolled his eyes. "You can't. But Lizbits doesn't need the added hell of dealing with the mouthy and unreasonable women that you associated with in the past. She's strong, but not superwoman. You need to put a stop to what you can, and that's backing Carly off. Everything else, you deal with as it comes and keep her and the boys safe. That is all that she expects. You know that."

Muttering a curse, he tenderly ran his fingers over her hand. "What are you doing here, in Port Charles, anyway? Last time I called, I got a voicemail that you were unreachable."

The normally laughing green eyes dimmed a bit. "I had something that I had to check up on, and it paid off. I need to speak with Miss Georgie face to face."

Recognizing the shuttered expresssion, Jason shifted so that he could study his friend more clearly. "Damn it, what is it? I can tell it's not good."

"Just let me talk to her first, Jason." Ignoring the expectant look, Johnny stood straighter and shoved his hand through his hair. "Speaking of which, have her and Zacchara killed one another yet?"

"They were actually getting along pretty good. But I think that Anthony may have ruined that today with whatever he said to Georgie. He was also insinuating that her and Hayes are more than they are. It riled John a bit."

"You two should have just killed that bastard last year. And Georgie will not respond well to Johnny questioning her, not after all that she has been through. I hope that he is smart enough to not go there. That little girl has a hell of a temper." Casting another look at the younger woman that he considered a sister, he lowered his voice. "I'm only saying this once, so take it however you want. Samantha McCall is going to be just as much trouble as Carly. If she keeps it up, I will address that problem myself. I don't carry the guilt and sympathy that you do for her."

"If she attempts to hurt Elizabeth, you won't need to." Stopping as he felt her stir slightly, he leaned forward and watched as her eyes fluttered open. "Hey." Seeing the flash of panic in her groggy blue eyes, he placed a finger over her lips before she could speak. "Everything is fine, Elizabeth. The baby is okay. You just got too upset and Kelly said that your body responded by cramping. We just got to keep you calmer from here on out."

Relief swept through so quickly that it left her almost giddy. "Oh thank God! I was so scared, Jason."

"I know. But things are going to get better, I promise." When her eyes shifted behind him and widened, he shook his head. "Yeah, pretty boy came home."

Snorting, Johnny nudged Jason aside and hugged the brunette that had wormed her way into his heart years ago as a trouble making teen. "Of course I couldn't stay away from my three girls," he teased as he kissed her cheek. Winking, he chuckled when Jason scowled.

"OB, you know that I will take your visits anytime that I can get them. Georgie will be happy too, as well as Baylor, Jake, and Cam. Just ignore, Jason. He doesn't understand that your charm is irresistable." Deflating just a bit, she slid another quick glance at Jason. "Are you positive that everything is alright?"

"Absolutely," Kelly responded as she breezed in as the question slipped through Elizabeth's lips. "Stress, honey, that is all. But I am writing you off work for at least a couple weeks. No arguments, Liz. Let these gorgeous men pamper you for a bit. Your blood pressure is higher than I like. If it is back down in two weeks, we will discuss returning part-time."

Unhappy with that declaration, Elizabeth sighed in defeat. "All that matters is a healthy baby, Kelly. I don't like it, but I will adjust. Can I go home?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes." The outspoken doctor eyed Jason. "But I want her back if she has any problems, no matter how much she tries to play it off."

"That is not a problem," Jason vowed as Johnny nodded.

After she slipped from the room to get the paperwork started, Johnny cleared his throat. "I'm gonna get out of here. I will be by the house either later tonight or in the morning, Lizbits. I have something that I need to take care of now that I know that you and baby Morgan are okay."

Holding out a hand, she squeezed his larger one. "You better be, OB. I'm going to need someone to keep me entertained if I am going to be stuck at home."

Jason rolled his eyes. "We don't need the leprachaun, Elizabeth. He only causes trouble wherever he goes."

"Jelousy doesn't suit you, Morgan." Johnny smirked. "Behave you two."

Waiting until he had disappeared from the room, Elizabeth patted the bed bedside her and snuggled into Jason's arms as he sat and pulled her to him. "I love you, Jason. I'm so sorry."

"Shh. You have nothing to apologize for, Elizabeth. While I can't control everything going on, I can Carly. She won't be bothering you again after I have a little chat with her."

The edge in his voice caused her to pause before turning to look him in the eye. "Jason, just leave it be. You saying anything will only make it worse because she will think that you are choosing me over her. You know how she gets. I shouldn't have let her push my buttons, I know better."

Cupping her face with his large hand, he pressed a tender kiss to her lips. "I am choosing you, Elizabeth, always. If she can't accept that you and our family is first, above everything else, then Carly will have to deal with it on her own. She is not wrecking our lives with her usual brand of chaos and problems. I want our life more anything. We are going to get our dream, no matter what."

Blinking back the moisture that gathered in her eyes, Elizabeth gave him a smile filled with faith and complete trust. "I believe that with all my heart, Jason, I really do."

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Logan stepped off the porch and met Johnny halfway to the house. "Umm, she's been pretty much silent since we left the park. She did have one have visitor though. Coop stopped by and picked up Baylor since Maxie was still at work. Georgie asked them to keep her overnight."

Surprsised, Johnny frowned. That meant that she was expecting an argument and wanted Baylor no where near it. "Hmm. Okay. Did you send Milo and does Coop comprehend exactly how important it is that he stay close?"

"Yes." Logan shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Look, you're gonna hafta do damage control, Zacchara. Your father implied a lot about her past, some that I would say was pretty close on the mark. And the one area the she corrected him, well, it makes me think that he was more than happy to be incorrect."

"Can you tell me what they were talking about?"

Shifting, Logan grimaced. "I'd perfer to stay out of this. I have to be with Georgie everyday, and trust me when I say that she has no problems yelling at me, never has. Just ask her about Prague. That is where she totally flipped, when he mentioned that. You saw the end of it when you came around the corner."

Laying his hand on the doorknob, Johnny ran his eyes over the other man. "Honest question, Logan. Did you and Georgie ever hook up before at any point?"

"Umm, no. But I will say it was mostly because of the vibes that she gave off back then. 'Don't even think about it,' seemed to be tattooed across her forehead. The only two guys that I ever knew that broke through the ice wall was Dillon and Diegio, and then her close friendship with your cyber dork, Spinelli. Besides that, Georgie kept everyone else firmly in the friends only box."

"My father is starting to run his mouth, Logan. He will be snipping at you each chance that he gets. Just make sure that you avoid falling into that trap. Georgie and Bay are the priority, at all times."

He cleared his throat. "Johnny, I wouldn't say too much about that to her. He basically called her a slut and accused her of warming my bed." Uncomfortable with the fire that jumped into the other man's eyes, he stepped back a couple feet. "Just telling you, she was breathing fire all the way back home."

Inside the house, Johnny closed his eyes once to ward off the headache that was pounding behind his eyes. Listening carefully, he took the steps two at a time and paused in the door frame of her room. Her back was toward him and she was typing on a laptop that he had never even noticed that she had. "Geor.." he started and then just watched as she slammed the lid closed and turned toward him, her eyes murky, as if in deep thought.

"Johnny. I thought that you would still be with Jason." She stood and tucked the computer into it's place on her bookshelves.

Following her movements, he picked up on the anger that was still lurking under the surface, plus just a smidgeon of defeat. That bothered him more than anything else. "Hayes said that Barrett picked up Baylor." He moved further into the room and wrapped a hand around the bed post, watching as she played with the blind cord.

"Yeah, well, I figured that our discussion tonight would be better with no little ears wandering about," she answered softy but clearly. Her dark eyes met his and held. "After my small introduction to your father, I think it would be best to just place all the cards on the table, Johnny. There's still so much that you don't know. Things I should have explained in the beginning but didn't think that it was something that you would ever learn about."

"Georgie," he reached for her hand and squeezed it as he lead her to the bed and sat bedside her. "I'm sorry that my father upset you. It seems like today his focus was on annoying you and Liz."

"It wasn't really what he said, but that he knew it. For the most part anyway." Licking her dry lips, she drew her feet up and hugged her legs to her chest. With her head resting on her knees, Georgie looked over at him and could see that he was paying close attention. "First though, I want you know that if you decide that this is too much to deal with, I will understand. You never signed up for anything besides running the mess that Baylor inherited."

"Not gonna happen," he assured her as he rubbed a soothing circular pattern over her back.

"The families really won't like the power that you are about to yield, Johnny. Jason will problaby be your only ally." Dropping her feet and looking at him, she bit her lower lip. "See, when my father, my real father, was thought to be dead the first time, it left his power up for grabs, and all the families took a share to avoid a war. My appearance was not enough to rock the boat at first, and neither is my brother's. Most of them never even knew we existed."

"Brother?" he repeated. "Shouldn't he be the one dealing with all this then?"

"He can't," came the Irish brogue from the doorway that had Johnny reaching for his gun while Georgie shot off the bed and threw herself at the man. Keeping a trained eye on the confused man, Johnny O'Brien kissed her forehead before placing her back on her feet. "I think that you should introduce me, Georgianna. Your husband doesn't appear the type to ask first before having to call in a cleaning up crew."

Swallowing the smile that threatened to erupt, she looked back and could see the question on Johnny's face. Easily taking his hand and allowing him to guide her back to his side, she cleared her throat. "Johnny, this is Johnny O'Brien. He's an old friend of Jason and Elizabeth's. OB, this is Johnny Zacchara."

Remembering what he had heard about Georgie and Baylor staying with the amused, green eyed man while in Ireland, Johnny lowered his defenses a bit and nodded. "Maybe we should go to the living room or kitchen," he suggested. "I take it you came for a reason."

"I'd love some coffee," the other man agreed with a warm smile for Georgie. Waiting until she was out of the room, O'Brien studied the man that had stepped up to protect her and Baylor. "Morgan says good things about you, Zacchara. Don't make him regret it after you hear what she has to say tonight."

"You know." It was a statement, not a question.

"I do. Freaking years of keeping my ear to the ground finally paid off. I was researching a lot of this before I ran across Georgie in Rome. I came to the States to give her the chance to tell you and Morgan first. I'm happy that I don't have to prod her into it now. It really wasn't my place anyway, but I felt it had to be done."

"Answer me one question first," he said as the older man turned toward the door. "Is her father dead?"

The green eyes darkened. "Yes. He was killed a couple months ago. And, Zacchara, that creates more of a power opening than Baylor being Diego's did for the five families. Once the WSB learns of it, let's just say that you and Georgie will have some rough times ahead. They wanted him for the power that he held, not because of some crimes that they could not prove even they tried."

"Shit! She just doesn't catch a break."

"Oh, I think she might have," O'Brien muttered as they started down the stairs. "It all depends on how you deal with everything, Zacchara. Because one thing that I learned real fast about Georgie when she lived with me and Sarah in Ireland, is that she will straight up pull no punches. Her not telling you and Morgan everything, it was automatic. She's had no one to fully trust in years. The last person that knew everything was Lorenzo, and then he did what he did with the will. She looked at that as a betrayal of sorts."

"I don't blame her, O'Brien. I knew from the night that she showed us Bay's birth certificate that she was not telling us everything." He paused and looked back at him. "I was trying to let her tell us in her own time, but my father is making that impossible."

He snorted with contempt. "Thank Corinthos for that. He wanted him out to distract everyone. He's gonna be making a move soon. I just can't figure out specifically what he is up to though." They both fell silent as they entered the kitchen and saw that Georgie was looking almost happy while she held the phone to her ear.

Lifting a hand to motion that she would be a minute, she laughed. "I swear that I was gonna call you, Brooklyn! I've just been adjusting to everything." She paused and rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm not going into that over the phone. When are you planning on coming back for a visit? I don't want to drag Baylor all over creation." She listened for a couple more minutes before responding. "Okay. I promise that we will be here. Of course I want Bay to know her Aunt Brook. You're one of kind." She frowned at O'Brien as he poured a cup of coffee and snorted. "I love you too, Brook. Bye."

"Rock star barbie coming home?" he inqueried with a chuckle. "I'm honestly floored that it's taken her this long to get her skinny ass back."

"I never called her," she stated softly. "I've been busy. Dillon called her after our run in a couple weeks ago." Sitting across from him while Johnny sat beside her, she stretched her legs out. "So, OB, whatcha doing in PC? I thought you were suppose to be dead as far as everyone knew."

His lips twitched. "Hmm, so were you, Georgie girl. But that is besides the point. I wanted to talk to you and see Lizbits. Well, and the kids. Where is my little rugrat anyway?"

"Baylor is with Maxie and her boyfriend."

"Poor kid," he sneered playfully. "She'll come home all worried about if her shoes match."

Georgie smirked. "She aready does. Maxie works fast." She waited until he took a drink of coffee. "You been prying into my past, OB?" When he choked and coughed, she ignored the quick look that Johnny threw at her from her side. "It's the only thing that makes sense. You haven't ventured back to this town since Jason 'killed' you."

Deciding that he was not going to beat around the bush, he sat his mug down and met her eyes straight on. "I've been in Prague and then South America," he admitted.

Tension hung in the air as Johnny's attention caught on the word Prague. It was the second time in less than a couple hours that he had heard that place mentioned. Glancing over, he could see that Georgie's color had drained and that her breathing was shallow as she looked at her hands.

"I know why you were in Prague, but you had no right to pry into the other! That is my business, OB!"

"Unfortunately, it's all related, Georgie. You know that. You were getting ready to tell Zacchara some of it when I interrupted."

Shoving back from the table, she glared at him. "And if I hadn't been, then what? Would you have told everyone?" She felt Johnny place a hand on hers but just focused on the man that sat watching her with an expression boarding on sympathy.

"Yes, I would have. Because," he rushed as she growled, "you are living in denial about certain facts. You inherited it all, Georgie. As soon as you gave birth to..."

"Shut up!" she hissed, her voice dropping so low that they could barely hear it. "My son was more than just some damn key to inheriting daddy dearest's assets."

Stunned and feeling her quiver as she inhaled deeply, Johnny stood and pulled her unresisting body to his. As she broke into sobs and buried her head in his chest, he looked back at the solemn man that looked half sick at her pain. "What son?" he asked softly.

"B-baylor's twin b-brother," she stammered while pulling back and forcing herself to stop crying. "He died two days after I had them."

Keeping her firmly in his embrace, Johnny eyed O'Brien. "Why would you bring that up now?" he demanded, his voice flat and cool. "How could her losing a child matter enough that you felt you should just bombard her with bringing it up?"

Aware that he was walking a real thin line with the Zacchara heir, Johnny rubbed his temples. He could see why Jason had not been concerned about the marriage. It was obvious that Johnny cared deeply about her already. "Because the birth of the first grandson guaranteed that Georgie would come into the power that her father left behind when he died. And since her brother was never going to have a child of his own, the WSB knew that she was the one to use as bait to try and lure him out of hiding. They just didn't factor in Diego rescuing her, or her getting pregnant with said grandson and Baylor."

Feeling her still shaking and breathing irregularly, Johnny brushed a featherly light kiss over her forehead as he tipped her face and saw the pain in her eyes. "Georgie, baby, who is your father?"

Tearing her eyes away from Johnny's dark one's, she glanced over at O'Brien almost in a panic. When he gave her a reassuring nod, she swallowed thickly and looked back up to the man who had been there for her since he had heard that she was in trouble. "Julian Jerome," she whispered and watched as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open.