This takes place during the blackout, the night Liz and Jason slept together and she got pregnant with Jake. I was thinking about what I most wish had happened on the show, and a Jarly baby won. I hope you enjoy!

Jason Morgan was drunk. He'd just caught the woman he loved, Sam, in bed with Ric, her own stepfather, and it is playing like a broken record in his mind. The six pack of beer had done nothing to silence it, so he'd moved on to whiskey.

He had already trashed the apartment and destroyed every picture he had of the two of them. There was glass and debris everywhere and furniture turned over. He was currently sitting on the floor, looking out the window with the bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand.

The power had gone out about an hour ago, though as drunk as he was, he only vaguely registered it.

There suddenly came a knock at the door. It was a knock he knew by heart. "Carly." He whispers too softly for her to hear, with relief clear in his voice.

"Jason?" She pauses for just a second, then barrels forward. "Jason, I'm coming in." He hears before the sound of a key turns in the lock.

Then, she's there, standing in front of him with concern painted across her face. Even drunk and heartbroken, he took a moment to appreciate her in the sexy red dress she was wearing for all she was worth. She, meanwhile, takes in the mess and Jason's lack of sobriety, and instead of saying anything, she sits down on the floor beside him and reaches for his hand.

He grasps it tightly, almost desperately. His voice is soft and filled with pain as he confesses, "I didn't think you were coming. You didn't answer when I called."

She turns her head to look in his eyes, and just as softly, tells him, "I was at the airport, ready to chase after Jax, when I got your message. You said you needed me, so here I am. Always, Jase." Shifting closer to him, so she can rest her head on his shoulder, she asks, "What happened? What's going on?"

He rests his head on top of hers and feels the tears begin dripping down his face. "I caught Sam in bed with Ric."

"That little bitch!" She bites out. Then she shudders, "Ric Lansing. Gross! Who would sleep with that creep when they could have you?"

Jason lets out a watery chuckle that turns into a sob. Carly turns into his arms as he loses control, crying so hard his body shakes with it. Tears begin falling down Carly's face at witnessing the intensity of his pain.

He pulls her into his lap, clinging tightly to her and burying his face against her chest as she runs her fingers soothingly through his hair. They remain wrapped around each other for a long time, Jason taking the comfort Carly willingly gave.

When he finally calms and the tears slow, she runs her fingers gently across his cheeks, wiping away the evidence of his moment of weakness. "I'm so sorry, Jason. You don't deserve this. You deserve someone who loves you completely, who realizes the wonderful, amazing man you are."

His eyes seem to ask a question as he looks her over, studying her face as though looking for some profound answer. Then, he shifts right in front of her, from broken to intent, from cold to smoldering. He slips his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to him as his eyes focus on her lips. Her breath is uneven as anticipation shoots through her; her skin feels acutely sensitive, aching for his touch.

"Carly," he breathes out, so close she is enveloped in the scent of whiskey and Jason. It's an intoxicating combination, weakening even the slightest token of resistance. Desperately, he pleads, "Don't tell me no."

"Never," she moans as his lips crash into hers.

The kiss is anything but gentle. It's frantic and frenzied. It's clashing mouths and biting fingers, each clawing to get as close to the other as humanly possible. When Carly pulls back to breathe, she's surprised to find herself straddling his lap. His lips trail down to her neck, his tongue and teeth causing her to drop her head back and let out a loud moan. His hips jump up at the sound, grinding into her heat.

When he begins to pull her shirt up, a moment of clarity has her grabbing his hand, stopping the movement. "Jase, are you sure?"

She watches a wave of pain overcome him as he tells her in a broken voice, "I need you. Please, help me forget."

There is nothing she wouldn't do for this man. Giving in, her mouth crashes back into his and they are both tearing each other's clothes off. The only sounds in the penthouse are popping buttons, tearing fabric, and their moans of desire.

Jason pauses for a moment when they are completely bare. He runs his eyes over her body, his fingers skimming her curves. His eyes are fully dilated and predatory as he catalogs all the ways he wants to taste and tease and satisfy the gorgeous body laid out for him to feast on.

She gives him a sultry look at his obvious appreciation of her body, and moans out, "Jason."

He lets out a growl and they crash together. Their joining is fast and hard and frenzied. The need is too raw, too feverish to go slow. And when they finally find completion, and Jason spills inside her, a moment of profound peace fills them both.

Afterwards, lying tangled up together, Carly softly strokes Jason's chest, lulling him to sleep. She, however, is so wired she's not sure if she'll ever be able to sleep again.

Her world just got more complicated. She knows this doesn't really change anything for Jason or their relationship. He needed her to help ease his pain, and as his friend, she willingly gave that to him with no expectation for anything more. But this brings the issues in her marriage, and all the ways it isn't working, into stark focus. Though she knows she should feel guilty for being unfaithful and cheating on her husband, she just can't muster any up. It doesn't help that he is gone far more than he's here these days. Besides, nothing with Jason has ever felt wrong.

A knock taps against the door, breaking her out of her thoughts. Looking at Jason, peacefully asleep, she considers not answering the door. But when it starts to get louder, she grabs Jason's t-shirt, throwing it on, and then opens the door a crack.

"Carly?" Liz asks. Her stomach sinks as she takes in her attire and well-loved look.

"What do you want, little girl? Now is not a good time." Carly said with a sneer.

"Is Jason home?" Her voice quivers as she asks. She tries to peek past Carly, but she made sure the door was only open enough to show a sliver of the penthouse.

"Like I said, now isn't a good time. So, why don't you scurry back to my cousin and stop trying to worm your way into Jason's life." Carly tells her sharply.

"You have no right to talk. What do you think your husband would say about you looking like a slut in another man's home? What have the two of you been doing and where's your husband?" Liz fires back snidely.

"None of that is any of your business. You don't get to question me or Jason, and I sure as hell don't owe you any explanations. What do you think Lucky would say to you showing up at Jason's place at night? What were you hoping would happen, Lizzy Lipgloss?"

"You're disgusting. Jason and I are friends. He is there for me when I need someone to talk to." She says haughtily.

"Sure. You just came to his apartment in the middle of the night to talk." Carly rolls her eyes, and then gets an evil smirk on her face, "Well, looks like you are going to have to find another shoulder to cry on. Better luck next time." Then, she slams the door in little Lizzie's face with a smile.

Jason, roused by the noise, calls out, "Carly?"

Turning, she comforts him, saying, "I'm here, Jase. What do you need?"

Reaching his hand towards her, he says, "I need you."

Sinking down to her knees in front of him, she raises his shirt over her head, then taking his hand, she tells him with a smile, "You have me."

Jason pulls her to him, and they lose themselves in each other again.