December 24, 2014

Timeline

This is set in the fall of 2014. Michael is war with his family over the AJ murder, Jake Doe has entered Elizabeth’s lives, and people are suspicious of him. Joss, Cameron, Spencer, and Emma are a little group of hellions. Maxie has recently lost custody of her daughter due to her lying and relationship with Nathan, Olivia and Ned are flirting but he picked Alexis instead of her. I think that’s mostly it.

Inspiration

This is a short ensemble story, told in the style of the movie Love Actually, in which there are lots of interconnected characters and stories. The people of Port Charles are ridiculously involved in each other’s lives, and I wanted to try and write something that represented all that.

This is my first time writing half these characters — Morgan, Nathan, this version of Lucas, Dante, Olivia, etc. It also features Jake/Elizabeth as he is on the screen at the moment.

It’s a sort of follow up to my short story, Other People’s Truths, and it saves me from having to write a sequel.

I wrote it in the style of the show with five segments. Nothing on the show happened after Thursday, December 18, 2014’s episode. I don’t know the paternity of Baby Jerome, nor do I know her name. I haven’t watched the show yet, so she’s Morgan’s daughter in this story because I can’t stand the thought otherwise. Ric hasn’t been released yet, etc.


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 Segment One

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Metro Court: Ballroom

If there was an ounce of tinsel left in the entire state, Olivia Falconeri couldn’t imagine where because it felt like the ballroom had vomited that particular decoration in streams of red, gold, silver, and green.

Christmas was good thing, she told herself as she stood next to her partner, Carly Corinthos-Jacks, and greeted the various guests.

“Ugh.” Carly wrinkled her nose and muttered under her breath Elizabeth Webber and Jake—what the hell was the man calling himself anyway?—walked past.

Olivia raised a brow. “I thought you and Elizabeth were past all that,” she said as she turned her back slightly to avoid making eye contact with Ned Ashton whose dark eyes swept his way as he entered behind Monica Quartermaine and her date. Of course Alexis Davis was on his arm.

Story of her damn life.

“We are,” Carly said, her eyes trained on her son Morgan as he walked in with her mother Bobbie Jones and brother Lucas, Kiki Jerome just behind them. “Just…something about seeing her with Jake bothers me.”

Olivia snorted. “Why, you want to sleep with him too?” she muttered.

“What?” Carly demanded. “No. I just…” She gestured to where Jake and Elizabeth were standing with Sabrina Santiago and Felix DuBois. “I’m sure he can do better.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered. She saw Alexis wave at her and, pretending not to notice, Olivia turned away.

Fifteen feet away, Alexis frowned and tugged on Ned’s tuxedo sleeve. He turned from a conversation with Monica and frowned. “What?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Olivia.” Alexis gestured towards the front of the room where Carly and Olivia were standing. “She just…looked away. She has a problem with me, doesn’t she?” She frowned. “No. It’s not with me. It’s about me.” She whacked his sleeve. “She likes you.”

“We’re in junior high again?” Ned asked dryly, stepping out of reach of Alexis’s next hit. “Of course she likes me. We’re friends.”

“Don’t you pretend I don’t know what I’m talking about, Ned Ashton. She wants to date you and I’m in her way.” When Ned just swallowed and looked away, she nodded. “Well, I can’t fault her taste.”

“Alexis—”

But Ned’s words were caught off when Sam Morgan stepped up to them. “Mom, you look great,” she said, embracing her. “I love that green on you.”

“Thanks. You look good yourself.” Alexis waved at Patrick Drake and his daughter, Emma, standing a few feet away. “I see you’ve decided to forgive Patrick.”

“We’re…” Sam turned slightly to offer the doctor a smile. “We’re working on it. I actually—” She cast an apologetic smile at Ned. “I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to know if you’d seen Julian since he made bail.”

Ned scowled, but Alexis ignored that. “No, I haven’t.”

“Oh, okay.” Sam shrugged and returned to Patrick’s side.

“She hasn’t seen him?” Patrick asked her, reaching for her hand. Sam tensed, but forced herself to relax. She was going to learn to trust him again. If Jason had forgiven her for lying about Robin’s supposed death, she could find it in herself to forgive Patrick.

His heart had been in the right place.

“No.” Sam sighed. “I don’t even know what I’d say to him if I saw him right now. To know he was working with Faison…the man who killed Jason—” She shook her head. “I just don’t know what to do with that.”

“Did he know?” Emma asked in her bright voice. “Did your dad know that awful man hurt your husband?”

“Emma,” Patrick began.

“It’s okay. It’s a good question.” Sam smiled at Emma. “No, I don’t think he did, but I guess I just want confirmation of that.”

“Hey, there’s Cameron,” Patrick said, changing the subject and gesturing across the room. “Do you want to say hello to him and his mother?”

Sam winced, seeing Elizabeth on the arm of Jake Doe. “Ah, that’s probably not a good idea. For me to go, I mean.” She touched Emma’s shoulder. “I’m sure Cameron would love to see you.”

“Can I go, Daddy?” Emma asked. When Patrick nodded, she bounced on her feet and darted into the crowd.

Patrick eyed Sam. “What’s your issue with Elizabeth and Jake?”


Emma rounded a doctor from the hospital and stopped by Cameron. “Cameron! Hi!”

Elizabeth grinned and leaned down to kiss her son’s friend on the cheek. “You look fantastic, Emma!”

“Thanks.” Emma smiled shyly. “Hi, Mr. Doe.”

“I have to get a new last name,” Jake said, with a wince.

“Mom, can me and Emma go say hi to Spencer?” Cameron asked, his eyes lit up with an unholy glee that Elizabeth recognized all too well.

She sighed. “Yeah, but try really hard not to gloat too much. It tends to backfire with Cassadines.” The last part was directed at Cameron’s back as he and Emma disappeared into the crowd.

“That sounds like a good story,” Jake said, drawing her attention back to him. She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, God, more like a nightmare, but that’s not important.” She frowned. “How long do you think it’s going to take Sabrina and Felix with the drinks?”

“In this crowd?” he shifted, and tugged at the knot of his dark green tie. “You know, I don’t know much about who I used to be, but I don’t think I liked dressing up much.”

Elizabeth laughed and straightened his suit jacket, her fingers lingering on his lapel. “You look nice, though. I figured you’d clean up good.”

His mouth spread into a sheepish grin. “It’s just nice to finally wear clothes I bought for myself, thanks to Michael Quartermaine and the job working on his construction crew. And I’ll earn the advance he gave me.”

“I’m sure you will,” Elizabeth said, smiling back, but she looked away. Because now Jake had a job. Soon he’d move out to his own place. And he’d start making friends that weren’t her.

And that was fine. Mostly.


Spencer groaned when he saw Cameron and Emma approaching him. “Great. The townie.” He winced when Nikolas slapped the back of his head. “Hey!”

“Do not call Cameron a townie, or I swear I will buy the house across the street and make you live there,” he threatened. “Then who will be the townie? He’s your cousin.”

“Hardly,” Spencer responded with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Aidan is my cousin. Cameron’s the baggage that comes with him—”

“I’m not having another Spencer and Cassadine feud on my watch,” Nikolas told him. “And his mother counts.”

“Whatever.” Spencer frowned.

“Hey, Uncle Nikolas,” Cameron said with his usual bright smile. “We were wondering if Spencer could come with us to go see Joss. We wanted to get milkshakes and Olivia said there was a kid’s table.”

Spencer huffed. “I’m on house arrest,” he told them. “Since I tried to run away and Great-Grandmother showed up.”

“You can go as long as you don’t leave the room or plot any world takeovers,” Nikolas told him, then watching as his son lit up and disappeared with Cameron and Emma.

“Why is my wonderful brother standing all alone over here?” a voice from behind him said. He turned to find his sister, Lulu Falconeri. “You should be the life of the party.”

“I have never been the life of the party,” Nikolas replied, hugging her. “Where’s your husband? Why has he let you loose on the world?”

“He’s with Nathan, having a pity party.” Lulu eyed a spot across the room where Dante Falconeri and Nathan West were sitting at a table, talking. “So, I hear Helena didn’t die again.”

“Yeah.” Nikolas shuddered. “I had a brief run in with her last week. She’s up to something Lulu. God only knows what it is this time. I don’t understand why she’s not dead.”

“My dad always thought it had something to do with a Faustian pact,” Lulu replied. She jabbed him in the chest. “You have not been by to see your nephew lately.”

“I haven’t seen either of my nephews lately,” Nikolas admitted. “It’s all I can do to keep Spencer in line. I’ll stop by tomorrow, I promise.”

“You’d better.”

When she returned to her table, Nathan was still talking about Maxie. “I shouldn’t have promised her I’d get her Georgie by Christmas,” he admitted as Lulu sat down.

“It does seem like a hasty choice,” Dante remarked. “Especially since you know, there’s nothing you could do.”

“I really thought Alexis could help.” Nathan leaned back in his chair. “I was so desperate I asked my mother to help.”

Dante choked on his beer. “Wait, what?”

“You asked Liesl Obrecht for help?” Lulu repeated. “Oh, hell.”

“I know.” Nathan scrubbed his hands over his face. “Clearly, I was desperate. I just…” He looked at them. “I want what you two have.” His eyes moved across the room, and Lulu twisted in her chair to see Maxie Jones with her cousin Lucas. “I wish I could ask her to dance.”


“You should probably stop staring at him.” Lucas patted Maxie’s arm. “Walters is here somewhere.”

“Oh, screw Walters,” she muttered. “I hope he falls off a cliff.”

“Hey,” Lucas put his arm around. “Maybe he’ll piss off a Cassadine. You know, I could probably call my father.”

Maxie let out a startled laugh. “Did you just offer to set me up with the mob? Lucas.” She pressed a hand to his forehead. “What is wrong with you?”

“I hope Michael shows up,” Bobbie said, stepping up to them. “But I don’t think he will. Not with Carly, Morgan, and Kiki here.”

“Yeah.” Lucas switched his attention to his mother. “How does it feel to be a great-grandmother now that Morgan is officially a father?”

“Oh…that’s not even remotely funny.” Bobbie bumped him with her hip. “That makes you a great-uncle.”

“Well, I have always been a great uncle.” Lucas grinned. “Nothing new there.”

“Hey, now that Morgan is the babydaddy, does he get to name her?” Maxie asked.

Bobbie nodded. “And they just signed the papers yesterday. They only waited so long to make sure Ava wouldn’t throw a hissy fit.”

“Well, what did they name her?” she demanded.


“It still feels weird,” Morgan Corinthos told Kiki. He held out his phone to look at another photo of his daughter. “She’s not the baby anymore or the girl, or just my daughter. She’s got a name now.”

“You don’t have to remind me,” Kiki replied. “I spent three hours going through the books with you.”

“I wanted something just right,” Morgan said. “Sophia Grace. I like it.”

“Do you think Michael will be here tonight?” Kiki asked. She stretched up on her toes and peered over the crowd. “I haven’t seen him since Diane served him with the injunction.”

“I’m not sure I want to see the jackass,” Morgan muttered. “Imagine throwing his brother and niece out at Christmas. He’s more like Dad than he’ll ever admit.”

“I just…wish we could have found some other way to resolve it,” Kiki said. “We were wrong, Morgan—”

“That doesn’t make him any less of an ass,” Morgan muttered. “Serves him right. If he wants to evict me, he’s going to have to come to court next month and look me in the face in front of a judge. It’s the only way he’s really going to get it—” He stopped when a familiar blond stepped through the door way. “Kiki.”

“Oh…he’s here.” Kiki twisted her fingers together. “Oh, oh, what now? Do you think he’ll talk to us? Maybe we shouldn’t go near him. What do we do?”

“I’m standing my ground.” Morgan set his face. “Look, maybe I lied, but it’s not like I wasn’t dealing with my own crap. Michael’s just like Mom. Everything’s about him.”

“Oh, God, Morgan, do not ever use that reasoning with him.” Kiki whacked his arm. “You chose your trouble when you crawled into bed with my mother. It’s not like Michael asked for this.”

“Christ. You’ll defend him until you’re blue in the face.” Morgan narrowed his eyes. “Wait, where did Michael go?”

Segment Two

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule tide gay

From now on all our troubles will be miles away


Elizabeth smiled when she saw Michael heading her way. “Hey! Twice in one week,” she said, as he stepped up to them and kissed her cheek. “And don’t you look handsome in your tux.”

“Thanks.” Michael turned to Jake. “It’s good to see you again.” He offered his hand. “How’s the Courtland Street project coming?”

“In the two days since I started?” Jake asked with an arched brow. But he shook Michael’s hand. “Good, I guess. I haven’t cut off my hand yet, and it turns out I can mix some pretty mean cement.”

“Are the boys excited for Christmas?” Michael asked Elizabeth who nodded.

“Beyond. Cameron decided to give Aidan his old Chuggin’ Charlie train,” she told Michael. “It’s eight years old this year and looking pretty dingy, but it’s Aidan’s favorite thing to play with.” Her smile faded slightly. Jake had loved it, too. “All my boys love motorcycles, trains, and cars. Anything that moves.”

“Must be the time they spent with my uncle.” Michael hesitated. “Ah, you should know I talked to my mom about what we discussed—that I know that she lied to me about my name. I didn’t get very far because we just started arguing about Sonny, but eventually she’s going to come back to find out what I was talking about.”

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “Oh, hell. I wondered what the dirty look was about.”

“I didn’t mention you specifically,” Michael clarified. “But never underestimate my mother’s ability to find someone else to blame.” He kissed her cheek again. “I have someone I have to apologize to.”

As Michael disappeared into the crowd, Elizabeth sighed. “Great. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Carly and I were getting along so well.”

Jake frowned. “What’s your deal with Carly? Do you guys have some sort of history?”

“Oh, just the same history I have with most of the women who knew Jason,” Elizabeth murmured. “He doesn’t even have to be alive apparently.” She pursed her lips. “Sorry, I know he…I know Jason comes up an awful lot.”

“It’s cool.” Jake tilted his head. “It doesn’t really bother me much. Did you say your son has a Chuggin’ Charlie?”

“Yeah, why?” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “Do you remember what is?”

“I…” He shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. It just…sounds familiar.”


Michael frowned when he saw the way Morgan had angled himself in front of Kiki as he approached the two of them near the bar.

“Morgan, Kiki.” He cleared his throat. “I—I heard you found out that the baby is yours.” Michael shifted. “I’m glad.”

“Yeah, so glad you’re throwing us out on the street—” Morgan began, but winced when Kiki elbowed him in the back. “What? It’s not a lie.”

“It’s Christmas, Morgan. Stop being yourself for five seconds.” Kiki stepped from behind him and offered Michael a hesitant smile. “We named her Sophia.”

“I heard that, too.” Michael bit his lip. “I’m dropping the eviction,” he told them. “It’s…not important why. I just wanted you to know that before I ask to speak with Kiki alone.”

Morgan lifted his chin. “Not if you’re going to be an ass.”

“Morgan, go away,” Kiki ordered. “I can handle myself.”

“Yeah, but I’ll be right over there.” Morgan gestured towards Bobbie, Lucas, Maxie, and Carly. “So, you know, if she even looks upset—”

“I promise to behave,” Michael said, irritated. “Go away, Morgan.”

“Whatever. Dillhole,” his brother muttered under his breath.

“For the last time, Carly,” Maxie said as Morgan stepped up next to her. “I don’t hear from Spinelli all that often. We’re not allowed much contact.”

“I see my mother is making friends again,” Morgan said.

“I’m trying to be friendly,” Carly said, exasperated. “Fine. Lucas, where’s Brad tonight?”

“Working.” Lucas’s one word answer just made his sister narrow her eyes. “Should I elaborate on that so you can practice this friendly thing more?”

“All right, all right.” Bobbie waved her hand between her children. “To your corners.” She looked to Morgan. “This would be a great time to hear all about my new grand-baby. I want to see pictures.”

“Well,” Morgan reached for his phone with a grin. “You should have seen her smile today.”

With the crowd firmly focused on Morgan and his strange love child, Maxie slipped away towards the terrace.

She wished she hadn’t allowed her parents to convince her to come tonight. What if being here, just in the vicinity of Nathan would get her in further trouble?

And of course, there he was. On the terrace, leaning against the wall that overlooked the city. Her life sucked.

“I’ll go back in,” she said when he just looked at her. “I mean…you were here first—”

“Maxie.” He held up a hand. “Just—I wanted to apologize. I know I said I would make sure you saw your daughter tomorrow, but—”

“You were just being a good friend.” Maxie wrapped her arms around her waist. “I know that. But it’s my fault. I didn’t take Judge Walters serious. I…I really care about you, Nathan, but I can’t—I can’t be selfish.”

“I know,” Nathan replied. “I want you to be with your daughter. I hope Alexis’s appeal works—”

“You guys had better scram!” Lulu burst through the terrace doors. “Monica and Walters are headed over to this side of the ballroom. If they see you coming in together—”

Maxie squeaked and grabbed Nathan’s hand. “There’s a service entrance towards the hotel kitchens. I remember from when I worked here.” They disappeared around the corner.

“Hey, they stopped at the bar,” Dante said, joining Lulu on the terrace. “Where did Nathan and Maxie go?”

“Through the service entrance,” Lulu replied. “It opens into a hallway that links the ballroom and the kitchen.” She scowled, planting her hands on her hips. “This is ridiculous! Hasn’t Maxie been through enough this year?”

She narrowed her eyes when she saw the way Dante was smirking at her. “What? Why are you smiling?”

“Because considering all the reasons Maxie is in this particular mess with her daughter,” Dante said, drawing Lulu into an embrace. “It’s pretty sweet of you to be worried about her like this.”

“Oh.” Lulu frowned. “Well, yeah, what happened was pretty awful, but in the scheme of Maxie shenanigans? It’s not nearly as bad as the time she faked her pregnancy by my brother.” She sighed. “Maxie…you know she’s complicated. She tries so hard to be more than just herself. She has a lot to live up to.”

“What? Her parents?” Dante tilted his head. “Why do you say that?”

“Not her parents,” Lulu said, “but her cousin. And her sister. BJ and Georgie died when they were super young—you know Maxie has BJ’s heart, and she went through a really bad time after Georgie. I think she feels like people look at her and think…the wrong sister died.”

“It’s tough,” Dante agreed.

“It’s not just it’s tough, but it’s this impossible standard,” Lulu explained. “To always feel like you have make up for them not being here. To live for them instead of just yourself. She tries too hard to do the right. Way too hard. Which is how you get her rationalizing that giving us her biological child made sense.”

“It was a pretty huge sacrifice she tried to make,” Dante murmured. “And now that we have Rocco, I can’t imagine how she even did it for five minutes.”

“Because Maxie is much more than people give her credit for,” Lulu murmured.


Nathan promised to wait in the hallway for ten minutes before reentering the ballroom, so when Maxie stepped over the threshold, she was alone.

“Maxie!” Alexis rushed up to her. “I’ve been looking for you!”

“Oh, God.” Maxie sighed and smiled at Ned who looked annoyed. “What now? Did Walters put me under arrest or something?”

“No, I just got a text from the clerk’s office.” Alexis grinned. “You’ve been granted an appeal next Tuesday.”

“An—” Maxie swallowed. “An appeal?” She fisted her hands. “What—what does that mean?”

“It means you may not have your daughter for Christmas,” her lawyer told her. “But I might be able to swing New Year’s. There’s no way another judge is going to uphold Walters.”

“Oh my God!” Maxie squealed. In her joy, she embraced Ned and Alexis. “I have to find my parents!”

“It’s nice to finally give good news,” Alexis said, watching as Maxie disappeared into the crowd.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten our conversation,” Ned said. “I want to know how long I’m going to have to deal with the specter of Julian Jerome between us.”

Alexis blinked and looked at him. “I—Ned, I never pretended he and I…that it wasn’t…that I didn’t love him.”

“You…” Ned nodded. “You are absolutely correct.”


“My mother looks upset,” Sam said. “I should go check on her—” But Patrick put a hand on her elbow. “What?”

“You’re not getting out of this so lightly. I want to know what’s wrong with you and Elizabeth?” he asked. “I thought you were past all the stuff from before. That you’d buried the hatchet.”

“We did,” Sam admitted. “When Jason died. There just…didn’t seem to be a point to any of it.” She eyed Jake and Elizabeth across the room.  “If Jason were here, he’d be just as worried.”

“Worried about what?” Patrick frowned. “I’m not thrilled about her getting close to Jake, but he seems all right. Mostly. I mean…” He shrugged. “Things were fine at Thanksgiving, weren’t they?”

“Have either of you seen Spencer?” Nikolas asked, joining them. “He, Cameron, and Emma went to find Joss almost a half hour ago and I haven’t seen them.”

“Hell,” Patrick frowned. “That’s not good.”

Metro Court: Hotel Kitchens

“I want answers, and I want them now.” Olivia planted her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.

Joss nudged Spencer. “This was your idea, you fix it.” And then Cameron shoved him forward.

“Traitors,” the Cassadine scion hissed at the trio who just flashed innocent smiles at them. Ha. Like she’d believe that for a second. She wasn’t born yesterday.  “Ms. Falconeri, you look lovely this evening.”

“Oh, that’s not going to help anything,” Joss groaned. “You are not nearly as charming as you think you are.” She bumped Spencer aside. “Listen, Liv. This is my mom’s hotel, which means I can go anywhere I want to go.”

“Yeah!” Spencer nodded. “How did you find us anyway?”

“We’re going to get in so much trouble,” Emma told Cameron.

“That’s it. You’re all going back to your parents.” Olivia pointed towards the door. “March.”

Segment Three

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more


Metro Court Hotel: Ballroom

“Sam, I want to know what the problem is,” Patrick repeated and Sam looked around hoping for another interruption. She did not think this was the time and place to reveal her suspicion that one of Patrick’s favorite people might be falling for a sociopathic criminal.

“Why does Olivia have Emma and the other kids?” Sam said, her eyes brightening. “They look…”

“Guilty,” Patrick finished, as Olivia and the brood reached them. “Emma Grace.”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Emma said. “I swear.”

“Yeah, it was all Spencer!” Joss said.

“You suck,” Spencer snarled, jabbing her in the side. “You were supposed to blame Cameron—”

“I found them in the hotel kitchens near one of our large freezers,” Olivia said, putting a hand on Cameron’s head to keep him from lunging at Spencer. “So this one belongs to you.”

“Daddy, I was just—” Emma began.

“Not using your judgment,” Patrick said. “You can’t always blame Spencer—” he continued as Olivia dragged Spencer and Cameron by their arms towards Elizabeth. Joss followed a sullen glare.

“Oh, that does not look good,” Felix murmured, and Elizabeth turned to see her son and nephew heading her way. “I wonder what they did now.”

Elizabeth sighed when Olivia released Cameron’s arm. “What did you do?”

“Spencer was trying to set me up,” Cameron complained. “He wanted me to get Emma in trouble!”

“Hey, Joss blamed me, that doesn’t mean it was actually my fault.” Spencer scowled. “Why does everyone always assume I’m guilty?”

“Because you usually are.” Olivia sighed as she hauled Spencer and Joss across the room.

“Mom, I promise—” Cameron said.

“Don’t start, Cameron. I’ve told you not to get caught up in Spencer’s schemes, but you never listen.” She tugged on his suit jacket. “Now you have to hang out with your mother.”

“It could be worse,” Jake told him when Cameron scowled. “You could be stuck at home with your brother.”

“That’s true,” the boy admitted. “Aidan’s with Rocco and Grandma Lesley,” he reported to Felix and Sabrina. “They’re just babies. I wish Jake were still here. Two is always better than one.”

Elizabeth’s hand slid from Cameron’s shoulder and her face paled. She swallowed hard. “Cameron—”

“Sabrina!” Felix said almost a bit too loudly as Jake put a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder to steady her. “Tell us about the job Michael offered you.”

“Oh.” Sabrina nodded. “Yeah. He’s opening the clinic in AJ’s memory, and he wants me to be the head nurse, but I just don’t know. I mean, it’s kind of him to overlook what happened at GH, but…” She shrugged.

“He seems like a good kid,” Jake said. “It’s a shame what happened with his father, but his mom doesn’t seem so bad.”

Felix snorted while Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Wait until you’ve been here longer than ten minutes, Jake. You’ll learn.”


Olivia stopped by Carly, Lucas, Morgan, and Bobbie. “I found your kid in the kitchens.”

“Mom, would you please explain to the help that we own this hotel and therefore I can go wherever I want,” Joss said, stamping her foot and throwing Olivia a dirty look.

“The help?” Olivia repeated. “You are lucky you’re not my kid.” And with that, she disappeared dragging Spencer along with her.

“Jocelyn Jane Jacks,” Carly began.

“That is a seriously horrible name,” Lucas murmured to Morgan who snorted.

“We’ve got to do something about this sense of entitlement,” Bobbie said, shaking her head. “Joss, you know very well Olivia shares ownership in this hotel.”

“Only because my father gave it to her cousin,” Joss said, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. “Right, Mom? That’s what you said last week—”

“Carly—” Bobbie sighed.

“Oh, suddenly this is my fault?” Carly demanded. “I’m going to go find someone who doesn’t think I’m a horrible person.” She took Joss’s arm and left the group.

“You know, I love my mother,” Morgan said after a moment, “but I’m thinking in this room, that’s a difficult thing to do.” He leaned around. “Oh, hell, she’s making a beeline for Michael and Kiki.”


“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Kiki asked after a moment of silence. “Because if it’s about the injunction—”

“No.” Michael shook his head. “No. It was getting that notice a few days ago that made me realize how insane this all is.” He sighed. “I don’t want to be this person, Kiki. I try to tell myself I’m not going to say something, that I’m just going to stop it—and then…I don’t know. I step outside of myself.”

“You’ve been dealing with so much,” Kiki began.

“No, don’t excuse me.” He held up a hand. “I’m not going to get caught up in my anger. I talked to someone who made me realize it’s not what my father would have wanted.” He looked away. “Every time I turn around, I learn how much my mother has kept from me. How much she continues to lie.”

“I’m so sorry that I lied to you, Michael.” Kiki stepped towards him. “I’d take it back if I could. I just…I want to be there for you.”

“You decided to tell me the truth in the end,” Michael told her. “Not as soon as I’d want, but you could have kept lying. There was no reason to tell me the truth. But you decided to come clean, and you know, that’s something I’m thinking about. You told me even though you knew how angry I would be.”

“I don’t want to be another person who lies to you.” Kiki chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t want you to be as angry with me as you are with your mother—but I promise you, there’s nothing else I’m keeping from you.”

“Which is definitely not something I can say about my mother,” Michael muttered. “I just found out she lied to me about my name. She told me Jason named me for Sonny. That he named me Michael Corinthos. And it was just another lie to serve her purpose.” He paused. “He named me Michael Morgan. Because everyone believed he was my father.”

“What?” Kiki’s eyes were wide.

“Who the hell told you that?” Carly hissed from behind them. Michael turned to find his mother standing, Joss standing next to her with her jaw dropped.


“Finally!” Olivia said, spotting Nikolas near the dessert buffet. “Nikolas, I have someone you’ve been looking for—”

But she stopped abruptly as she realized Spencer’s father was standing next to Ned and Alexis. She stopped in her tracks. “Ah.”

“Spencer…” Nikolas narrowed his eyes. “What did you do now?”

“Technically, I didn’t do anything,” Spencer told him. “I may have planned to do something, but the lovely Ms. Falconeri foiled my plot, so when you think about it—”

“I think—” Olivia swallowed and looked away from Ned. “There was something about framing Cameron Webber, but I’m not sure I got that right. I’ll leave you to it.”

She spun on her heel and headed for the terrace.

“Olivia, wait!” Ned called, following her.

Nikolas frowned and looked back at his aunt. “What is that about?”

“It appears,” Alexis said, slowly, “that Ned is fed up because I haven’t quite managed to put Julian in my past.”

“Aren’t we all?” he replied dryly.

“Hey!” Alexis jabbed a finger at him. “You, of all people, do not get to judge my bad taste in romantic partners.” And with that, she walked in the opposite direction.

“Women,” Spencer said with a sympathetic shake of his head. “What are you gonna do?”

“Don’t start.”


“Dante, Lulu!” Maxie halted when she saw that the duo were standing with Nathan. “Oh. Um.”

“I’ll go.” Nathan reached for his drink on the table.

“Wait, I think I don’t have to worry about it anymore.” Maxie grinned. “Alexis got me an appeal! I just know another judge is going to take care of this!”

“Maxie, that’s fantastic!” Lulu squealed and embraced her best friend. “Dante, did you hear that?”

“Because I’m standing right here, yes.” But he was smiling and clapped Nathan on the back. “Do you think your mother helped?”

“Your mother?” Maxie asked. “Oh, God, you asked Obrecht for help?”

“Well,” Nathan began.

“Ms. Jones.” Judge David Walters’ deep voice boomed from behind the group. “I see that you still aren’t taking me seriously.”

“Oh, my God!” Maxie groaned as she turned to face her worst nightmare. “What, did you plant GPS on my ass?”

“Young lady,” Walters began but apparently it was all Lulu could take.

“What is wrong with you?” Lulu demanded. “It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake. She’s my best friend, and Nathan is Dante’s partner. They’re supposed to be rude to one another and pretend they never knew one another? What is your problem anyway?”

“What’s going on here?” Monica asked, stepping up next to them. “Lulu—”

“Monica, how could you date someone like this?” Lulu asked.

“Lulu,” Maxie said, her eyes wide. “I don’t think this is necessary—”

“I mean, do you even know the crap he’s putting Maxie through?” Lulu ignored her and stepped right up to Monica. “C’mon, you of all people must know how horrible it is to be separated from your children.”

Monica paled, while Dante groaned. “Lulu, knock it off—”

“I think you’d better tell me what’s going on. Right now.” Monica turned her attention to her date. “You’re the judge on Maxie’s case?”

Metro Court Hotel: Hallway

“Olivia, wait—!”

Oh, hell. If she kept hauling ass to her office, she might be able to close the door. Surely, he wouldn’t just barge right in.

But she didn’t quite trust that, so she turned abruptly and Ned nearly ran right into her. “What?” she demanded.

“Uh.” Ned swallowed, backing up a bit. “I wanted to talk to you.”

She lifted her chin. “So talk.”

“Ah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen. I-I was wrong before. About you. And me. And Alexis.”

“Well, that clears it all up.” Olivia folded her arms. “I’m busy here, Ned—”

“There’s no second chance with Alexis for me.” He stepped closer to her. “I want to take you to dinner—”

“You mean you finally wised up to the fact she was using you to forget about Julian Jerome?” Olivia cut in. “That you’re her second choice? Well, news flash, Ned. I don’t want to be yours.”

And she walked away. Fast. Because if she thought about it, she might jump him and that would be hell on her new sense of self-esteem.

Segment Four

Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough


Metro Court Hotel: Ballroom

Cursing under his breath, Ned returned to the ballroom only to find his aunt arguing with her date for the evening. As Ned drew closer, he overheard the words Maxie, bastard, son of a bitch—

“Is everything all right?” he asked, stepping up to the group which included Dante, Lulu, and Maxie, all of whom looked upset. “Monica?”

“David is the judge on Maxie’s custody case,” Monica said, her cheeks flushed with anger. “Who took away her daughter—”

“Monica, this really isn’t something I can talk about with you,” the judge said, with his hand up as if ward off an attack. “It’s unethical—”

“Oh, because cornering Maxie on a date with Nathan here at the hotel was so ethical!” Lulu spat. “You just don’t like that he lied to you!”

“Where’s Alexis?” Ned asked Dante.

“Nathan went to find her,” Olivia’s son responded. He eyed Ned with a suspicious eye. “Where’s my mother?”

“Ah—”

“Monica,” David began again.

“You cannot keep this woman from her child because you don’t like her boyfriend,” Monica snapped. “And Lulu tells me you used our lunch together at the hospital as evidence as against her—”

“Nathan’s a good man and a good cop who just got shot in the line of duty,” Lulu cut in. “You know, Maxie, we should have thought of this before—let’s take it to the press!”

“The press?” Maxie repeated. Her eyes narrowed. “Yeah. Let’s talk to the newspapers. My lawyer knows Julian Jerome—”

Ned sighed and rolled his eyes. Fantastic.

“—and he runs the local paper. And I bet I can find someone who’d listen to me. Just wait until they find out how you’re maligning poor Nathan—”

“Let’s not be hasty,” David said with a patronizing smile. “Perhaps some consideration is order—”

“Ned, can you help me find my lawyer?” Maxie asked with a dazzling smile. “I think Alexis needs to get Julian on the phone.”


“I told the two of you to be careful,” Alexis sighed as she and Nathan moved towards the scene in the front of the room. “Seriously. I got an appeal, not a miracle—”

But Maxie broke through the crowd before they could reach their goal. “Alexis! Nathan!” She was nearly bouncing in excitement. “Monica totally freaked out on Judge Walters and then Lulu threatened him with the press—”

“Because Nathan is an upstanding member of society,” Alexis said. “Did it work?”

“He vacated the ruling!” Maxie threw her arms around Nathan. “We can date. And Spinelli can bring Georgie to me!”

Nathan lifted her off her feet and spun her in a circle. “That’s fantastic!”

“Oh, I’m so glad, Maxie.” Alexis offered her temporary client a brief hug.

“I want to tell my parents!” Maxie took Nathan’s arm and dragged him away. He offered a wave before a crowd enveloped him.

“Hey, Aunt Alexis.”

Alexis looked down at the small voice next to her and narrowed her eyes. “Where’d you tie up your father?”

“I’m small, it’s easy to duck under people,” Spencer offered with a grin. “How come you’re alone again?”

She huffed. “That’s a damn good question.”

“I’m alone, too,” Spencer said. “Because Emma prefers Cameron. I don’t get it. Is it a Cassadine’s fate to die alone? Maybe we expect too much. That’s where I went wrong with Emma, I think.”

“And now I’m getting advice from a ten-year-old.” Alexis pressed a hand to her temple.


“Have you seen Spencer?”

Elizabeth turned and rolled her eyes. “Nikolas, when are you putting that kid on a leash?”

“As soon as I find him this time, we’re going home.” Nikolas looked down at Cameron. “Do you know where he is?”

“Joss has shown him a lot of places to hide in the hotel,” Cameron reported. “Can I help Uncle Nikolas, Mom?”

Elizabeth sighed. “All right, but Nikolas, try not to lose my kid as well.” She grinned because they both knew she was teasing, but he scowled anyway.

He disappeared into the crowd, her son in tow.

“Spencer seems like handful,” Jake said from beside her. “Isn’t that the second time Nikolas has stopped by looking for him?”

“He’s a bit mischievous,” Elizabeth allowed with a half-smile. “I think it comes from the amount of moving around he’s done, and sometimes, suffering from a bit of a too much time with nannies. His mother died when he was born, and Nikolas’s fiancée was murdered later. It was a rough few years. For all of us.” She sighed and looked away.

“You were close with his fiancée?” Jake asked.

“Best friends.” She pursed her lips. “Emily was more of a sister to me than my own. It’s been eight years since she died, but God, it still feels like yesterday.” She rolled her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I feel like I’m always bringing up people I’ve lost.”

“It’s fine.” Jake wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m just sorry you’ve had so much loss.”

“Elizabeth!” Bobbie stepped up to them, and squeezed her hand. “So, Carly and Michael just had a bit of a fight.”

“Oh, hell.” Elizabeth saw Carly’s blond head waving towards them from halfway across the room. “Michael dimed me out.”

“Well, I love my daughter, but I think she’s had this moment coming for a very long time.” Bobbie flashed a smile at Jake. “Hello, you must be Jake. My grandson has mentioned you.”

“Oh…” Elizabeth put a hand on Jake’s sleeve. “Jake, this is Bobbie Spencer, one of my favorite people in the world even if she is Carly’s mother. Bobbie, this is Jake Doe. He’s staying with me.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Bobbie shook Jake’s head.

“I think we need to change locations,” Elizabeth said. “Maybe find Dante and Lulu?” she suggested.

“Oh, but before that…” Bobbie gestured towards the space above their heads. “Bad luck to ignore the mistletoe!”


“I’m sorry for my mother’s interruption,” Michael said, his eyes looking past Kiki to where his mother was making a determined beeline for Elizabeth. Joss had escaped during the confrontation, so God only knew where his sister had ended up.

“Should you go ahead her off before she finds Elizabeth?” Kiki asked, half-turning to follow Michael’s eyes.

“Elizabeth can take care of herself. She’s got a lot of history with my mother.” Michael looked back at her. “Kiki—”

“You forgive me,” she interrupted. “And I don’t hold anything against you. Does that mean…” She licked her lips. “Can we just…be together again? I love you—”

“I love you, too.” Michael brushed his fingers against her cheek. “But this last year—you lied to me more than once. And I’ve hurt you. Not just…with the way I spoke to you. But there was Rosalie—”

“Michael, none of that matters—”

“In this moment, maybe not,” he allowed. “But tomorrow? The day after that? I don’t want to pretend we haven’t done damage to this.”

“And I don’t think we should throw it away.” Kiki stepped closer to him. “Trust has to be earned, I get it. But Michael, I love you enough to try.”


“Looks like that’s starting to work out,” Lucas murmured to Morgan as they both watched Kiki and Michael talk in hushed tones. “Is that okay with you?”

“Look, my family is screwed up enough. My mother used to date your father, but you’re also my uncle. I was once married to my daughter’s sister, and my brother dates her.” Morgan glanced at Lucas. “Kiki and me? We had fun. But it’s over now. She’s good for Mikey.” He glanced down at his phone whose new wallpaper was his little girl. “I’m going to go home and concentrate on my daughter.”

“And I’m going to go try to save the world from my sister,” Lucas said.


Dante found his mother talking to a server near the bar. “Hey, Ma! Did you hear Maxie’s good news?”

“It’s been going through the room since the fight was pretty loud.” Olivia embraced her son. “Your first Christmas with your boy! I remember when you were that young.” She sighed and ruffled his hair slightly.

“You okay, Ma?” He touched her shoulder. “This…this has been a rough year.”

“But this is going to be a better year.” She leaned her chin on his shoulder to look up at him. “You and Lulu are better than ever. Maxie has her life together, her daughter will be back. I have a fantastic job. It’d be easy to dwell on the things I don’t have—” She shook her head. “But I have so much.”

“Come over with me and Lulu. We’re toasting to Nathan and Maxie—”

“No, no…” Olivia kissed his cheek. “You go be with your friends. I have a lot to do tonight.”

As Dante disappeared into the crowd on the left, Ned emerged from the right. She pressed her lips together and turned away.

“Olivia, you’re not going to get away from me that easily,” he said. He took her by the elbow and gently turned her back. “I’m not satisfied with how we left things.”


“Crap, my father found me.” Spencer sighed as he saw his father and Cameron pass Felix and Sabrina and make a beeline for him.

“Well, it was bound to happen,” Patrick said.

“We’re going home,” Nikolas announced. “Sam, Patrick. I hope he’s not bothering you.”

“No, I saw him heading towards the door with Joss,” Sam said, “so I corralled him until you passed by. I had a feeling you were on the hunt of my young cousin.”

“Farewell, my lady.” Spencer bowed with a flourish to Emma as his father dragged him away. Cameron scowled after him.

“Sam—”

She rolled her eyes. “Emma, do me a favor? Can you walk Cam back to his mother?”

“Sure!” Emma chirped.

When they were gone, Sam looked to Patrick. “Fine. I think Jake held me hostage. And I told Elizabeth, and she laughed in my face.”


Lucas caught his sister’s elbow just before Carly was able to reach Jake, Elizabeth, and Bobbie. “Walk with me, sister dear.”

“You know, you never used to be this bossy,” Carly said as he steered her into the hallway by the elevators. “What’s your problem?”

“You’re going after Elizabeth because she told Michael about Jason pretending to be his father,” Lucas said. “Seriously.”

Carly scowled. “How do you even know?”

“This is a small town with an even smaller ball room.” Lucas stepped towards his sister. “I don’t know exactly what Elizabeth told him, but knowing her, she probably sugar coated it.”

“Ha! You all defend her.” But Carly folded her arms and looked away. “She didn’t know the worst of it anyway.”

“Michael was smart to go to her, because she’s been around forever and knows everyone. Carly, you were a horrible person.”

“That’s not…” Carly looked down. “I know that, but why does Michael have to know it too?” Her eyes were damp when she met his. “I was horrible, Lucas. But I’m not that person now—”

“No, but you’d also rather pretend it never happened. You didn’t want Michael to learn from someone else that Jason named him Michael Morgan?” Lucas arched a brow. “Then you shouldn’t have lied. Again.”

“I just…He changed his name.” Carly sucked in a breath. “He threw away all the plans I had for him—”

“And he’s making his own. Look, I should hate you.”

Carly bit her lip. “I guess.”

“My mother should hate you. Instead, we made you part of our family.” He touched her shoulder. “I had another sister once. I had BJ. And the only way my mother ever really recovered from losing her was finding you. You weren’t a replacement, but you filled part of her heart.”

“Lucas—”

“It was hard to let go of what happened to my father,” Lucas continued. “But I managed it. Because most of the time, I know you’re a better person now. But you have got to stop white-washing it. Michael has a right to know about his own life. He had a right to know AJ, the way I have a relationship of sorts with my father.”

“Lucas—” Carly tried again.

“Michael is never going to forgive you if you don’t own your mistakes and stop lying to him.”

Segment Five

Here we are as in olden days

Carly blinked and sighed. “So going after Elizabeth for just doing what I wouldn’t….” She pursed her lips. “Not a good idea huh?”

“Probably not going to help your case with Michael, no,” Lucas said.

“Then I’ll take your advice this time.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for being a good brother.”

As she disappeared back into the ballroom, the elevator door opened and Brad Cooper stepped out. He grinned. “Lucas!”

“Hey!” Lucas kissed him. “You broke free of Obrecht early?”

“Yeah, let’s go have some fun.”

As Lucas and Brad stepped inside, Nikolas all but dragged his son towards the bank of elevators.

Why do you have always to push me?” Nikolas asked, jabbing the down button.

“Because it’s fun,” Spencer admitted. “It could be worse.”

“I fail to see how,” his father responded.

“Well, I could be Uncle Luke. Or Grandfather Stavros or Great-Grandmother Helena. Or hey, even like Uncle Sonny.” Spencer beamed. “Those are all worse.”

Nikolas paused to look at him as the elevator opened. “When you put it that way, a smart-ass is better than all those options. You’re still grounded.”

“I figured.”

Happy golden days of yore

“Sam—” Patrick blinked. “You think Jake—” He stepped away, in the direction where she knew Jake and Elizabeth were standing. “Sam—”

“Hey, I have no proof…” Sam caught his arm. “And I made a mistake telling him and Elizabeth I suspected him. So don’t make it worse. Let’s just…play it cool.”

“Fine, but if he hurts one hair on her head—” Patrick began.

“He’ll pay for it.” Sam frowned and looked around. “Have you seen my mother lately?”

Metro Court Hotel: Lobby

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Alexis stepped out of the elevator and stopped in her tracks when she saw Julian Jerome standing in front of her. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m coming to see you.” He tilted his head and offered a smile. “Where are you going?”

Maybe we expect too much.

And maybe the ten-year-old had a point. “I’m coming to see you.”

Julian grinned as he reached for her hand to draw her close. “What about Ned?”

“He found someone better.”

Metro Court Hotel: Ballroom

Gather near to us once more

“Ned, I really don’t think this is a good idea—” Olivia began. “I told you, I don’t want to be your backup plan—”

“It’s scary, isn’t it?” Ned stepped closer to her, so close she could smell that delicious aftershave that made her head feel a bit lighter. “Starting something new. Particularly when you really care about someone and you don’t want to lose the friendship you have—”

“Yes, well…” Olivia twisted her fingers. “That’s…why I said no to you, but—”

“It can be tempting to stick with what you know. To take a familiar path.” He grinned. “But you know what? I think I want to try the road less traveled.”

Olivia sighed. She wasn’t a martyr after all. “Dinner. But I make no promises.”

Through the years we all will be together

“If he hurts my mother…” Dante began as he watched his mother smile up at Ned Ashton.

Lulu patted his hand. “Ned is fantastic and he’ll be the best thing that’s happened to her since she hit town.” She glanced across their table at their companions. “It’s been a good night for all of us.”

“I think she has my smile,” Maxie said, showing Nathan another photo Spinelli had sent to her on her phone. “Did I show you this one yet?”

“Three or four times.” He grinned. “But I’m more than happy to see them again. I can’t wait to meet Georgie.”

“I can’t wait either.” Maxie sighed, her eyes shining. “I’m finally going to get it right, Nathan. And everyone’s going to be so proud of me.”

“They already are,” Nathan said. He leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “This is going to be a great year.”

If the fates allow

Michael sighed when he saw his mother coming back towards her. “I’m not in the mood for another go around,” he began, tucking Kiki behind him slightly.

“I know.” Carly sighed. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. And for lying. Again. I hate that Elizabeth told you, but…” She shrugged and looked away. “It’s not like she lied. So if you have questions, I promise to tell you the truth.”

He eyed her, and she rolled her eyes. “And you can double check the facts with Elizabeth or something.”

“This doesn’t change anything,” Michael told her. “I think I’m better off without you in my life—”

“Michael,” Kiki murmured. “Don’t—”

“But I don’t want to fight every time I see you either.” He sighed. “So let’s declare a cease fire.”

She frowned, but nodded. “I’ll take it.”

Carly turned and caught Jake and Elizabeth across the room. Something about that just set her teeth to clenching, but she was not going to say anything.

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

“I’ll go distract Carly.” Bobbie patted Elizabeth’s shoulder and moved away.

Jake glanced up at the spring of greenery over their head. “So. Mistletoe.”

“Hmm…” Elizabeth bit her lip. “So.”

He grinned. “I think I’ve had enough bad luck to last me a while, so…” He brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned down.

His lips brushed hers, and then he stepped back with a frown. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes a bit. “What?”

“It’s just…” He looked down for a moment then back, up. “It was like—”

“Deja vu?” she suggested. “I know what you mean.”

Jake rolled his shoulders, then grinned again. “Hey, maybe we knew each other in a past life.”

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

The End

This entry is part 19 of 19 in the Adventures of Lucky and Lizzie

Prompt: The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. ~ Clement Clarke Moore

Thanks Caroline!


 

“Can I just say the world is a better place now.”

“Lucky, you’re being overdramatic. I never said I was committed to the name.”

“You did, you so did. You had blankets made.”

“That….may be true, but it doesn’t mean anything.”

“What made you decide that Sebastian Morgan was a nogo?”

“To be honest, Jason.”

“Seriously? I didn’t think he cared about names.”

“Apparently, he has some strong feelings about certain ones.”

“We all do. It was a horrible name.”

“Shut your face. You of all people have no room to talk.”

“Hey, my name is Lucas. Lucky is a nickname, it’s not my fault. See? My parents did it to me. You could have inflicted that damage on poor poor David.”

“First, you introduce yourself as Lucky, so the time to blame your parents has passed. Two, Sebastian—again—is perfectly nice name.”

“Did you tell Jason why you picked it?”

“…No.”

“Ha. I knew it He doesn’t care that you read trashy romance novels, but he might care you’re naming your kids for them.”

“Let’s just discuss that you even knew Sebastian came from my books. Have you been dipping into the book stash Gia, Brenda, and I share?”

“You think Gia doesn’t tell me these things? You think I don’t know why you women read these books?”

“I know she doesn’t and you have no idea why we read them.”

“For ideas.”

“…for the kinds of men we should be dating…? Or sex ideas? Because both are wrong, and both are nasty. Lucky. Why are we friends again?”

“Something about not being able to fight fate. I hope you’re not looking for advice on men. Sebastian was the guy who kidnapped the one woman right? From those flower books.”

“I am so disturbed right now.”

“Don’t be mad because I know what women are thinking.”

“The levels of bullshit emanating from you at the moment are staggering.”

“I am the envy of all men.”

“I’m going to need a barf bag.”

“Lizzie, don’t mock what you don’t understand.”

“Oh, I definitely don’t understand you. But I can’t wait to tell Gia you read romance novels—”

“Whoa, wait, I never said I read them—”

“—because this is going to be so much fun. You can join our book club!”

“—let’s not be hasty—”

“We’re reading Courtney Milan next month, in honor of Christmas.”

“I’m afraid to ask.”

“Because Gia discovered her two Christmases ago, so we always read her for Christmas, but Brenda argued for Sabrina Jeffries’ Christmas book this year—”

“You’re just torturing me now—”

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun. We’ve never had a guy in the club before. Nadine brought her boyfriend once, but—”

“Lizzie, what can I do to make you keep this to yourself? What can I give you?”

“You can stop calling me Lizzie.”

“Um. How about something I can actually do?”

“You can admit you actually read some of the books.”

“…I like the spy ones. With the wars and stuff.”

“Don’t mumble, Lucky.”

“There was a good one. With some spies.”

“Good. And you can hang these stockings on the wall—”

“What, why? Can’t Jason do it?”

“Where’s my phone? Gia has to plan for one more—”

“All right, all right. I hate you.”

“Merry Christmas, Lucky.”

“Merry, Christmas, Lizzie.”

December 22, 2014

storyYour new weekly Fiction Graveyard update! Today, we have two more new stories and updates to longer ones.

So the way the update newsletter works is that you guys get emailed every single new post I make on the site. Most of the time, this isn’t a problem, but with these particular updates, I worry that you guys forget at first that these chapters I’m posting today are not part of stories that are actively ongoing.

The only stories I am actively updating now are The Best Thing and All I Want for Christmas. Unless I indicate otherwise, any other story updates will either be short stories or additions to the graveyard section, which means they’re incomplete stories.

I discovered the rest of the missing chapters for True To Your Heart on the Internet Wayback version of the original crimsonglass.com domain, so that’s really good. I also discovered that Silent Reverie and the unposted Shatter each have a missing Chapter 4 that I don’t have anywhere. If anyone knows anywhere they may have been posted, please send over a copy!

I’ll be back on Wednesday with All I Want and The Best Thing.

Additions This Week
Mad World: Chapters 4-6
True To Your Heart: Prologue & Chapter 1
The End of Everything: Prologue-Chapter 5 (Repost complete)
Out of the Dark: Prologue & Chapter 1 (Repost complete)

This entry is part 2 of 13 in the Fiction Graveyard: True To Your Heart

Alexis sat beside her daughter’s hospital bed and debated on the best way to present the situation. She had goal in mind–she needed Sonny and his children to be tested for donors. She wondered if there was a way to do so without Sonny finding that Christina was his daughter.

Casting a look at her daughter’s tanned complexion and dark hair, she often wondered why no one else had seen it. Christie didn’t look like the rest of the family and she sometimes acted just as selfish as her father–but Alexis adored the little girl who kept her going after Kristina’s death.

Christie’s dark brown eyes opened and she smiled, seeing her mother at her side. Alexis wanted to cry–Christie had the same dimples as her father. Good lord. She’d never looked so much like Sonny.

“Mama?” Christie yawned. “Where’s Daddy?”

“He went into work,” Alexis said, patting her daughter’s hand. “He’ll be here in a little while.”

Christie shifted on the bed. “You were wearing those clothes yesterday. You didn’t go home again.”

Alexis smiled. “Guilty as charged, baby.”

Christie returned her mother’s smile. “Mama, go home. Get a shower and some sleep. I’ll be all right.”

“I don’t want to leave you,” Alexis said. “Your father will be here soon–I’ll go then.”

Christie shook her head stubbornly. “No, Mama. You need some sleep. Go now.”

Alexis briefly thought about arguing with her daughter but realized that she did need a shower and a change of clothes before she started wrestling with this latest problem.

She stood up. “All right. But call me if you need me, all right, kid?”

Christie nodded. “I promise.”

“I love you sweetheart,” Alexis said softly, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.

“I love you, too.”

—-

Michael pushed his eggs around on his plate and stared at the Morgan children sitting across from him. Delilah Morgan was currently trying to wipe the ketchup out of her blonde hair while David was picking up a piece of toast and stuffing the entire thing into his mouth.

“Davie!” Carly scolded. “Chew your food.”

The two-year-old didn’t really understand Carly’s command and promptly burst into tears. Delilah, always the protective one, put her ketchup stained napkin down and hugged her brother. “S’okay, Davie-gravy. Dee-Dee’s here.”

“Stupid baby,” Amanda Corinthos said, disdainfully. At age seven, Amanda looked exactly like Carly–from the blonde hair to the stylish clothes to the attitude. Her twin, Andrew, was more like Sonny–sullen and withdrawn half the time. Michael had a hard time remembering some times that these were his siblings.

“Leave him alone, Mandy,” Michael said absently.

“I want my mommy,” Davie said, wiping his eyes.

Michael and Carly traded looks as Carly stirred her coffee. “I told you last night, Davie. Your mommy’s sick and she’s in the hospital.”

Delilah’s big blue eyes turned to her aunt. “Aunt Carly, is Mommy gonna be okay? Where’s Daddy?”

“Your daddy’s with your Mommy,” Carly said, “and she’s gonna be just fine.” Her bright smile was fake–but only Michael caught it. Sonny emerged from the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel.

“I’m heading by the hospital before I go to the warehouse,” he said. “Michael, you want to come with?”

“I want to come!” Andrew announced.

“Take Drew, Dad,” Michael said, finishing his orange juice. “I’m meeting Lu anyway.”

“I don’t want Drew at the hospital,” Carly said. “He’s just getting over the chicken pox.”

“Aww, come on, Mom,” Andrew grumbled.

“Your mother’s right, kiddo,” Sonny said, pulling his suit jacket on. “You need a ride to the Spencers?”

Michael shook his head. “Nah. I’m meeting her at Luke’s.”

Carly stood up and to give Sonny a kiss. “Tell Liz and Jase I’m thinking of them and that the kids are fine,” she said.

“I will, baby. I’ll call you when I get to the warehouse.” Sonny pecked her on the lips and left.

Carly sat back down at the breakfast table. She was trying to control the four children still eating, but her mind kept wondering to Alexis Ashton and her daughter stricken with leukemia that only a bone marrow transplant could take care of.

She cast a look at her blonde haired twins and realized with a start that Amanda, Andrew and Christina all looked alike–that if anyone took the time to look, you could tell they had a parent in common.

She wondered if the time had come for this particular secret to be revealed.

—-

Michael leaned over the pool table and lined up his shot. “So you went straight to Lucky’s.”

Lu smirked. “Yep.” She leaned on her pool stick. “I think Lucky’s still in love with her.”

“What about Emily?” Michael asked, concerned for his aunt.

Lu shrugged. “Look, Emily knew what she was getting into when they began dating–I think that’s why she refuses to marry him.”

“Probably,” Michael murmured. He angled his shot and took it, sending three balls down the corner pocket.

Lu leaned over to take her shot. “How are Dee and Davie?”

“They’re upset,” Michael replied. “Mom didn’t tell them what’s going on, but they’re smart kids–they know something’s wrong.”

“Poor Liz,” Lu said. “She must be devastated.”

“You should have seen Jase last night,” Michael said watching Lu sink the black ball, ending the game. “I thought he was going mess up the doctors if they didn’t tell him anything.”

“Yeah, he tends to be a little high strung,” Lu replied. She tossed her pool stick down and headed to the bar. “You want a soda?”

“Sure.” Michael followed his cousin and took a seat on the stool. “So they’re gonna stay with us until Liz is discharged.”

“Hey, did you hear about Alexis Ashton’s daughter?” Lu asked. “Lucky was telling me about this morning–you know since it’s Emily’s niece and all.”

“What about her?” Michael asked, flipping the tap of his soda open. He took a healthy swig.

“She’s got leukemia,” Lu replied. She grimaced. “She needs a bone marrow transplant, and Eddie, Alexis and Ned aren’t matches.”

“Isn’t her best bet usually a sibling?”

Lu nodded. “Yeah, like Nik was for me. So I don’t know what’s gonna happen to Christina. Unless a sibling comes creeping out of the woodwork, she’s screwed. She’s a good kid though.”

—-

Sonny found Jason leaning against the wall outside of Elizabeth’s room. He stopped for a second–wondering why Jason wasn’t inside. Jason never left Elizabeth’s side–not since the day she’d come home to the penthouse all those years ago. The only time they were ever separated were the days Jason was away on business.

“Jason.”

Jason looked up and crumpled the paper cup that had been in his hand. “I hope that’s real coffee,” he said, nodding towards the steaming cups in Sonny’s hands.

Sonny handed him one. “Black, just the way you like it.” He nodded his head towards the closed door. “Why aren’t you in there?”

Jason sipped his coffee and rubbed his eyes. “She had me thrown out.”

Sonny raised his eyebrows. “Thrown out? How? Why?”

“She called security,” Jason replied. “Apparently, what the patient wants, the patient gets.” He frowned and looked down at his coffee. “She’s shutting me out.”

“I’m sorry, Jase. I wish there was something I could do,” Sonny replied.

“Yeah?” Jason said. “Me, too. I used to know what to say to her, you know? Back when we were first friends…I never stuttered, never fumbled, I just spoke and it always seemed to be what she needed to hear. Now? I can’t say anything right.” He looked Sonny. “Why is that?”

“The stakes are higher,” Sonny replied. “You’re in love with her–you’re married.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jason was silent for a while before asking, “Are Dee and Davie okay?”

“Yeah. They’re a little upset–you know, ’cause they don’t really understand what’s going on. But they’re going to be okay–Carly’s with them.”

“When Carly lost the baby,” Jason said, “how did…how did you deal with that?”

“We pulled away from each other for a while but we eventually bonded over it–I can tell you this–what happened with Carly is different. We were able to deal with it because we knew why it happened–you don’t. And Elizabeth is going to be blaming herself. There’s no where else she can put the blame. So don’t let her shut you out.”

“I never knew how it felt,” Jason said quietly. “You know…during the months we were apart after that Alcazar thing…and I was shutting her out so that I didn’t have to feel her pain–I never knew how it made her feel.” He looked up at his friend. “Now I know.”

—-

Alexis emerged from the bathroom of the bedroom she shared with Ned. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Ned! I didn’t expect you home!”

Ned finished buttoning his dress shirt. “I’m just changing. I thought you were at the hospital.”

“Christie convinced me to come home and shower and take a nap,” Alexis replied. “Is Eddie still with Monica and Alan?”

Ned nodded. “Yeah. They send their prayers.”

Alexis sank onto the bed and stared down at the plush white carpet. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “How am I supposed to go to him and tell him the truth after all these years? How am I supposed to convince him to let Amanda and Andrew be tested?”

Ned sat next to her. “I don’t know–but Alexis, we have to do it soon.”

“I know.” Alexis scrubbed her hands over her face. “I never dreamed this day would come. We’ve been happy–haven’t we Ned? I mean, we’ve been good up until now.”

“We have been,” Ned agreed. “You, Christie, Eddie and Brooke are my whole life.” His expression darkened. “Lois called. She wants to get Brooke tested.”

Alexis sighed. “I don’t want to put Brooke through the test. It’s painful.”

“I know. I told Lois I’d discuss it with you. We need to make a decision and we need to make it now, Alexis.”

“I know, I know,” Alexis murmured. “So, do I tell Carly she’s got the go ahead or do I tell Sonny?”

“As easy as it would to let Carly field this…” Ned stopped and shook his head sadly, “it wouldn’t be fair to her. It’s bad enough we have to do this–but I don’t see why Sonny has to know Carly knew all along.”

“You’re right,” Alexis agreed. “Because even though she’s been good to him for ten years, and they have a family, he’d leave her. He’d see it as a betrayal and it’s not fair to her. She was only keeping my secret.”

“So you’re going to tell Sonny,” Ned said.

Alexis nodded. “Yes. But I have so many people to think about…oh, God, what is Christie going to think of me?”

“It won’t matter,” Ned replied. “Christie loves you. She’ll love you no matter what.”

“She’s nine years old–she won’t understand my decisions.”

“She’s a mature nine and she’s heard of Sonny. She might surprise you.”

“I don’t want her to surprise me,” Alexis said softly. “I want her to stay nine and innocent for the rest–” she broke off, naked fear filling her eyes. “Oh, god! She is going to stay nine and innocent the rest of her life! She’s going to die!”

“Alexis–” Ned took her by the shoulders and gave her a little shake. “Breathe.”

Alexis took a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t know if I can do this, Ned…I don’t know if I can walk up to my baby girl and tell her you’re not her father.”

Ned looked away. “Alexis–”

Alexis gasped. “Oh, God, that’s not fair. I’m so sorry–you’re her father, she loves you and I know you love her–I’m sorry–”

“Alexis,” Ned cut in. “Please…calm down. We need to discuss this–how we’re going to handle this situation.”

Alexis ran a hand through her hair. “I know.” She stood. “Let’s head back to the hospital. I don’t want Christie there too long by herself.”

Emily Quartermaine strode briskly down the hall, a long tan leather jacket slung over her left arm. Her dark brown hair was highlighted blonde and worn long. She reached Elizabeth’s hospital room and was about to push it open when her brother stopped her.

“Em–”

“Oh, Jason!” Emily said, throwing her arms around him. “I am so sorry! Is Liz okay? Is there anything I can do?”

Jason extracted himself from his sister’s arm and led her away from the door. “Actually, yeah. I need you to not visit Elizabeth right now.”

Emily sank into a chair, wounded. “Why?” she asked, straightening her black skirt. She set her jacket on the chair next to her and watched as Jason sat next to her. “Why aren’t you in there with her?”

“Elizabeth–she’s taking this very hard,” Jason began. “I don’t blame her–but I don’t think it would be good for her to see you.”

Emily sat back, her hands absently going her slightly bulging abdomen. “Because we were both pregnant.”

Jason nodded. “I don’t want to upset her any further.”

Emily nodded. “All right. I’ll respect that.” Her brown eyes softened. “Mom wants to know if there’s anything she can do.”

Jason shook his head. “No. But tell her thanks.” His eyes darted around the corridor as if expecting Edward Quartermaine to jump out of the shadows. But Edward was dead–and had been for a few years.
“Dad’s keeping his distance,” Emily said, breaking into Jason’s thoughts. “But he sends his prayers. Things are so tense around the house with what’s happening to Christie.”

Jason frowned. “What’s happening?”

“She has leukemia,” Emily answered. “A bone marrow transplant is her only hope.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said. “I know–I know that must be hard.”

“Yeah,” Emily said. She straightened. “Why aren’t you in the room with Liz?”

Jason shifted. “She had me…removed.”

Emily’s left eyebrow quirked up. “Removed?” she echoed. “Why?”

Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s trying to shut me out. But I’m not leaving this hospital until she does. Whether I’m sleeping on a chair in the hall or in the room, I’m going to be there.”

Emily leaned forward and patted her brother on the hand. “Liz–she’s going through a difficult time and I know it means a lot to her to have you. It’ll be okay.”

“Yeah…” Jason sat back and stared ahead at the white walls. “Yeah, I hope so.”

—-

After leaving her brother outside of his wife’s hospital room, Emily headed for the physical therapy room where she knew AJ was working that day. AJ had gotten his license to work as a physical therapist a few years ago, shortly after Jocelyn was born. He and Courtney had been able to move out of their small apartment into a larger cottage on the outskirts of town.

She entered the gym and leaned against the wall for a few minutes, watching her eldest brother work with a patient. AJ had really gotten his life together after his marriage to Sonny’s sister. Emily wasn’t particularly fond of her sister-in-law, but after ten years of sobriety on AJ’s part–she figured something had to be going well in his life.

AJ looked up after about ten minutes and smiled at the sight of his baby sister–though nearing the age of thirty, she was far from a baby. Her brown hair was hanging over her shoulder and her black power suit made her look older than she normally did. He couldn’t help but picture the day he’d first met Emily Bowen–she’d grown up so fast.

“I think that’s enough for today, Kyle,” AJ said to the teenager sitting on the bench, lifting weights with his ankle. AJ marked something off on his clipboard and helped the blonde to a standing position. He handed Kyle the crutches. “Just remember to do your exercises and I’ll see you in a few days.”

After Kyle had left, AJ embraced his sister. “Hey, kid, what brings you by?”

“I came to see Liz and Christie,” Emily said. She checked her watch. “I still have about twenty minutes before I have to head back to the office. Do you have time for some coffee?”

AJ nodded and pulled the gym door open. He followed Emily out and the two headed for the vending machines. “Edward knew what he was doing leaving ELQ to you.”

Emily flashed him a bright smile. “That means a lot to me.”

AJ put some coins in the machine and punched the necessary buttons. As coffee filtered down to his cup, he looked at her. “What’s Liz doing here?”

Emily’s eyebrows knitted together. “You mean you don’t know?” she asked.

“Know what?” AJ asked, pulling his cup out of the machine, letting Emily get her own drink.

“Liz had a miscarriage last night,” Emily replied, removing her coffee. She and AJ headed for a grouping of chairs. “I thought most of the family knew.”

AJ sat down and sipped his coffee. With a rueful smile, he remarked, “I don’t think Jase considers me family.”

Emily smiled at him. “Liz does–and you know that.”

“Yeah.” AJ shifted in his chair. “Liz has been good about that. I’m sorry this happened to her. I don’t know what I’d do if I were Jason.”

Emily sipped her coffee and sighed. “I had another fight with Lucky.”

AJ eyed her. “The marriage thing again?”

“Yep.” Emily shook her head. “He just can’t understand why I don’t want to get married.”

AJ leaned forward. “Do you understand why?”

Emily glared at him. “Yes. I don’t think that just because I’m pregnant that I should have to get married. This is a new century–a new millennium–”

“Emily.”

She sighed and looked into the dark thick liquid in her paper cup. “I’m scared, AJ,” she said softly.

He patted her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, kid. What’s got you running?”

Emily looked up, her eyes lush with tears. “I think I’m his second choice.”

AJ let a long slow breath out. “His second choice?”

Emily shoved a piece of hair behind her ear. “I know that whatever he and Liz shared–that’s it been over physically from the second she went back to Jason. But…she led him on, AJ. She let him believe there was a chance. And he fell in love with her all over again. Then she left him. I think…I think he’s still in love with her.”

“Have you said anything to him about this?” AJ asked.

Emily shook her head. “No. What if I’m wrong? You know and he leaves me because I’m stupid?”

“Emily, you are not stupid,” AJ said firmly. “I was around during that time–because Courtney and Liz were so close. I know how he felt about her–and it was a long time before he got over her. But I know that Lucky loves you–and I think you should sit down and talk to him about this. Get it into the open. He’ll never understand why you keep rejecting his proposal until he knows the whole story.”

Emily smiled. “When did you get so smart?”

AJ grinned. “Years and years of screwing up.”

This entry is part 1 of 13 in the Fiction Graveyard: True To Your Heart

Closing time – time for you to go back to the places you will be from.
Closing time – this room won’t be open ’til your brothers or you sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, and move it to the exits – I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time – every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end

— Semisonic, Closing Time

——-

Alexis Davis-Ashton’s heels clicked loudly in the hospital corridor. She strode briskly away from the ICU, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to process that her daughter was deathly ill and she needed something that would cost Alexis ten years worth of secrets and lies.

Her husband bolted up from his chair. Ned Ashton’s eyes were concerned and alarmed as he took in Alexis’s drained expression. “Alexis…what’s going on?”

Alexis sank into the chair and leaned her elbows on her knees. “She’s going to die.”

Ned blinked. “No. We’ll get the best doctors–the best medicines–”

“It won’t be enough,” Alexis whispered, her voice empty. “Christie is going to die.”

“Why?” Ned demanded. “What could possibly make you say that?”

Alexis looked up at him then, her eyes full of unshed tears. “Her only chance for survival is a bone marrow transplant. And Eddie’s not a match, I’m not a match, you won’t be one–the doctors said that her father would be her best hope since the rest of us aren’t. He wants to test you–but Ned…you won’t match and we both know it.” Alexis seemed to collapse in herself and started to cry. “I’m going to lose her–I lied and now I’m going to lose her!”

Ned crouched in front of Alexis and pulled her hands into his, trying to inject some warmth and comfort. But he’d never felt so cold in his life. He’d raised Christina as his own daughter–he’d tucked her in, sang her lullabies, taken her temperature when she was sick…he’d been her father in every way except the one that mattered in the end.

—-

Elsewhere in the hospital, a nervous and irate Jason Morgan paced outside of the emergency room. He’d stalk ten steps, pause, swear under his breath and run his hand through his dark blonde hair. He’d turn and repeat the process.

Carly Corinthos sat in a chair, her dark eyes following her best friend’s every move. She glanced at her husband but Sonny seemed lost in his own thoughts. She shifted in her chair and glanced to other side of her. Her eldest child, Michael, was leaning away from her, his elbow on the armrest and his chin resting in his hand. His own blue eyes were following the pacing figure in front of them.

Carly uncrossed her legs, shifted and re-crossed them. They’d been sitting in the emergency room for nearly an hour now. She closed her eyes briefly, shuddering at the reason they were here. Sonny, Carly, Jason and his wife, Elizabeth had been taking Michael out to dinner at the No Name to celebrate Michael’s graduation from high school. He was two years ahead of schedule and a brief smile flitted across her troubled face, feeling the pride creep in a little. Her little boy had grown up so fast–it seemed like only yesterday he’d been a little child. Now he was a young man of sixteen.

They’d been about to eat dessert when Elizabeth had suddenly crouched over in pain. She was six months pregnant with her third child. They’d rushed Elizabeth straight to General Hospital and she’d been in the emergency room for an hour.

Carly shifted again before standing. “Jason–” She put her hand out to stop his pacing.

“Mom,” Michael said. He stood and pulled her back. “Let him pace. It’s about the only thing he can do.”

Carly sighed and nodded. “I know.” She turned to Sonny. “I’m going to get some coffee. You want any?”

Sonny shook his head wordlessly and Carly set out for the coffee machines. There was very little she could do here.

—-

Alexis wiped her eyes and stood. “We don’t have a choice.”

Ned stood and sighed. “Yeah I know.” He looked towards the ICU. “How do you want to handle it?”

Alexis wrapped her arms her abdomen and shook her head. “I don’t know. But we have to do it as soon as possible. I won’t allow Christie to suffer any longer than possible.” She pushed her brown hair out of her face. “I need some coffee. Will you go sit with her until I get back? We’ll finish this discussion tomorrow.”

Ned nodded and turned away to walk towards Christina’s room as Alexis headed for the coffee machines.

Alexis and Carly literally bumped into each other. Through the last few years, an uneasy truce had fallen over the woman. After Carly had given birth to twins seven years ago, she’d accepted that Sonny would never know Christina. She’d thrown her support for Alexis as DA knowing that Sonny would be safer that way. Carly had a feeling that despite her words to the contrary Alexis would never send Christina’s biological father to jail unless there was no choice. And Sonny had never given the authorities any reason to investigate him. Things had been oddly peaceful as the five families had formed an alliance and it had only served to strengthen the hold on Port Charles. Alexis hadn’t turned a blind eye to the crime. She’d prosecuted whenever possible.

“Hello,” Carly murmured, slipping her quarters in. Her quick eyes took in Alexis’s disheveled appearance and red-rimmed eyes. “Christina’s not any better?”

Alexis shook her head. “No. She needs a bone marrow transplant.”

Carly sighed. “I’m sorry–I hope you find a match…” Carly hesitated as if she were going to go further but decided that now wasn’t the time for this discussion.

Alexis knew Carly was giving her an opportunity but she chose not to think about it. Instead she focused her attention of Carly’s presence. “Why are you here?”

“It’s Liz,” Carly replied. She removed her coffee from the machine and sipped it. “There’s something wrong with the baby.”

Alexis looked away and closed her eyes. The heartbreak never seemed to end. Reopening her eyes, she took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. Please…tell Elizabeth and Jason I’m praying for them.”

“I will,” Carly said. She hesitated a moment longer before walking away.

—-

When Carly arrived back at the emergency room, only Michael was waiting for her. She frowned. “Where’s Jason and Sonny?”

Michael took a deep breath. “They’re on their way to recovery with Liz. She, um, she lost the baby.”

Carly sucked in a breath. “How is she?” she asked.

“She’s fine, I guess.” Michael shrugged. “Jase looks destroyed.”

“We’d better head up there.”

—-

Sonny stood outside of the curtain that separated Liz’s bed from the rest of the room. He could hear her soft crying inside and Jason’s voice, but he wasn’t really listening. He was remembering a time when he’d lost a child. It’d been twelve years since that day but Sonny still couldn’t forget it and he thanked God that Jason hadn’t had to make the same choice.

Carly and Michael walked off the elevator and made their way over to them. “Is she all right?” Carly asked quietly.

Sonny shook his head. “No. She’s not.”

Michael shoved his hands in his pockets. “How long is she gonna be here, Dad?”

“A few days,” Sonny replied. “Why?”

“Well, Jase isn’t gonna leave her,” Michael replied. “And I think someone should let Lu know what’s going on.”

Carly nodded. “Yeah. We should bring Dee and Davie to the penthouse until she goes home. I want to keep this as easy on them as possible.”

“Yeah, we should head home soon anyway,” Sonny said. “There’s nothing we can do here.”

“Do you want to tell Jason?” Carly asked.

“He won’t even notice,” Sonny replied. “Come on.” He slipped an arm around his wife’s shoulder and the trio headed towards the elevators.

—-

Jason smoothed Elizabeth’s brown hair away from her face as she lay curled in a fetal position. She’d cried herself to sleep over an hour ago. Twenty minutes ago, they’d moved her to a private room to recover.

Recover. What a ridiculous word to use. How does a person recover from losing a human life they were carrying? Six months, she’d been pregnant. She’d been showing and they were already decorating the nursery and discussing names. They’d decided that this child would be their last for a while–that they’d concentrate on raising the three they already had.

He trailed his fingers down his wife’s face and wondered what had gone wrong. She’d done everything she was supposed to. Kept the stress as low as she could–given his job anyway. She’d eaten right, slept a lot…why had she miscarried?

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open and she focused on her husband at her side. “Hey,” she murmured. She stretched her legs out and rolled onto her back.

“Hey…you all right?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair.

She nodded wordlessly and looked around. She sighed. “I didn’t dream it, huh?”

Jason shook his regretfully. “Elizabeth–”

She rolled over and curled back up, her shoulders shaking slightly. “Go home, Jason.”

“I’m not–” Jason stopped and sat back in his chair. “Sonny and Carly took the kids to the penthouse. I’m staying until–”

“I don’t want you here.” Her words were quiet but firm. “Go home.”

“Elizabeth–”

“Go.”

He stood and braced his hands on the edge of the mattress. He leaned over so his lips were next to her hair. “I am not leaving. I’m staying here, with you, until you’re released.”

She rolled back over and met his eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot and were still filled with tears. “Why?” she whispered. “What I did do wrong?”

Some of the tension left his shoulders and he relaxed. He dropped back in his seat and rested his elbows on his knees. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Elizabeth. These things…they just happen sometimes.”

“Things?” Elizabeth snapped. “These things?” She pulled herself into a sitting position to glare at him. “This isn’t a thing…this was a baby…this was our child…Jason, or doesn’t that matter anymore?” She demanded.

“Come on, Elizabeth, you know that’s not true,” Jason argued. He clasped his hands together and looked down. “I hate that it happened, but it did. We can’t do anything about it.”

“Go home,” she said. She twisted her wedding ring on her finger. “Davie and Dee need you.”

“They’re fine,” Jason said. “They were sleeping when Sonny and Carly got there and they’re sleeping just fine in the guest room at the penthouse. They don’t even know I’m not there. If I thought I was needed with them, you know I’d be there.” He let out a frustrated breath. “Don’t do this, Elizabeth. You hate when I shut myself down–well I hate it just as much when you do it. So don’t do it.”

She bit her lip and looked her hair, her brown hair falling across her face blocking his view. She’d grown it out and left it curly more often than not. “I just…it’s not fair,” she whispered. Her shoulders started to shake as she began to cry again. Jason stood and kicked his shoes off. He pulled himself onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. She leaned her face against his chest and within moments his shirt was soaked with her tears.

—-

Lucky Spencer stumbled to his apartment door, rubbing his eyes. He opened the door, ready to knock out whoever was bothering him at this hour of the night. He focused on the pretty brunette in front of him and tensed. “Lulu? What are you doing here?”

Seventeen-year-old Lesley Lu Spencer rolled her eyes and pushed past her older brother, irritated. “We’ve discussed this. Don’t call me that.”

Lucky shook his head in wonder and closed the door. “All right, Lu. What’s up?”

Lu headed for his kitchen and pulled a can of soda out of the fridge. She popped it open and took a healthy swallow. “I was baby-sitting for Liz tonight.”

Lucky leaned against his door and folded his arms across his chest. “Yeah.”

Lu frowned. “You’re not going to do that thing? That look of disapproval where you still can’t believe she married him?”

Lucky rolled his eyes. “Lu–what’s your point?”

Lu shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “Anyway, the kids are asleep and I’m waiting for them to get home. You know, because they were out with Carly, Sonny and Mike to celebrate graduation.”

“Lu–”

“But they never came home. Sonny and Carly came by and picked up the kids.” Lu set her half-empty soda can on the counter and leaned against it. “Liz lost the baby tonight.”

“Oh.” Lucky straightened up. “That’s too bad–I know how much Elizabeth loves her kids–she must be devastated.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Lu murmured. “Well, I just thought you might want to tell Emily. You know, Liz might not be too receptive to her comfort–with the pregnancy and all.”

Lucky frowned and shifted. “Emily’s not speaking to me right now.”

“Why not?” Lu picked the soda up and took another swig. “What did you do?”

“I pressed the marriage thing again.” Lucky shrugged. “I don’t know the problem. I love her, she loves me. She’s six months pregnant with my kid.” He joined her in the kitchen and grabbed a box of cookies out of the cabinet. “Hell, she won’t even move in with me, much less marry me. Women.” He shoved a cookie in his mouth.

“You know, it’s late. I’m gonna let that one slide. Look, Emily just doesn’t want that kind of commitment. She’s career woman now. If she doesn’t want to get married, she doesn’t want to. You’ll have to suck it up and deal.”

“Yeah I know. But I want my kid to have some reassurance about me. What’s he gonna think when his parents aren’t married? He’ll think I’m a loser.”

“You are,” Lu chirped. “Anyway, then Emily will sit the kid down and explain her reasoning. You can even volunteer that you asked her to marry you and she turned you down.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Lucky ran a hand through his hair. “Was there anything else?”

“Nope. Can I crash here? Mom and Dad are off in the Orient somewhere,” Lu said.

“Sure. The guest room’s open.” Lu headed down the hall but he called her back. “Lu…what was the real reason you just had to tell me about Liz?”

Lu paused and turned around. She crossed her arms and studied her brother. “Just testing you.”

“Testing me?” Lucky echoed. “You know Liz and I are over.”

“Uh huh,” Lu replied. She leaned against the door. “I know that in Liz’s mind you are. But sometimes I’m not so sure about you. I know you love Emily, Lucky–but I also know you hate the fact you fell in love with Liz all over again only to lose her to Jason.”

“She’s not a thing, Lesley Lu,” Lucky snapped, her eyes flashing in anger. “I didn’t lose her to Jason. She loved Jason–I knew that. She denied it, tried to forget it and I was willing to let her forget about it with me. But she loved him and he loved her and I should have known I was setting myself for the fall. But that’s over. I love Emily.”

“I think that’s why Emily won’t marry you,” Lu said, clasping her hands behind her back and leaned against them. “I think that…despite her strong career woman of the new millennium image…I think that Emily is still very scared that you’re only with her because you can’t have Liz.”

“Well, that’s just ridiculous,” Lucky said.

Lu raised an eyebrow. “Is it?” When Lucky didn’t answer, she smirked and pushed the guestroom door open. She closed it behind her, leaving her older brother to his thoughts.

This entry is part 6 of 23 in the Fiction Graveyard: Mad World #1

Friday, November 5, 2004

Elizabeth’s Cottage: Bedroom

It was barely past dawn when her bedroom door slowly pushed open and Jason entered. He had slipped past the sleeping Steven on the couch downstairs, crept in to spend a few moments with Cameron before coming to Elizabeth’s room.

She was curled up on the right side of the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. A pillow from the side of the bed he used when he was here.

His eyes wandered around the room. This was the only room in the house that showed his presence. A small picture of him holding Cameron was on her nightstand. So small that unless you picked it up and looked at it, you couldn’t tell who was holding the baby.

Compared to the large portraits hanging downstairs with Elizabeth and Cameron, Steve and Cameron, Audrey and Cameron, even a group shot of the trio–this demonstrated exactly how distant he was from this family that he loved.

She wore his blue shirt to bed.

Jason sat on the left side of the bed and sighed heavily. As much he loathed admitting it, Steven Webber was right. Elizabeth deserved better than this. She deserved someone who would put her first. Treat her like the most important person in their life.

She stirred and sleepily opened her eyes. “Jason?” she murmured. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. “What’re you doing here?”

“Go back to sleep,” he told her softly. He leaned over and pulled off his shoes before stretching out on the bed next to her. “You need your rest.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. Her eyes were still hazy with sleep but it didn’t mask the regret in them. “I shouldn’t have sent Steven to get Cameron.”

“I’m glad you did.” Jason took a deep breath. “We need to talk but you need to sleep. I just…I wanted to be here.”

Elizabeth nodded and laid her head against her pillow. She noticed that one of his was sitting between and she smiled a little. “Sometimes…when I’m dreaming…I think I’m not alone.” She shoved it towards him and he put it behind his head.

“Your brother really cares about you, Elizabeth,” Jason said after a moment. “I may not agree with his methods, but he does.”

“Yeah…even if he is an arrogant bastard,” she murmured. She closed her eyes. “Sleep now, okay?”

General Hospital: Connor Bishop’s Room

Emily leaned against the wall and watched as two uniformed MPs stood guard on Connor Bishop’s room. “At least he can’t escape,” she murmured.

“Just as soon as he’s recovered, he’ll be gone,” Nikolas assured her. He squeezed her hand. “And we can finally get on with our lives.”

“Hmm,” Emily replied. “I do feel sorry for him. I thought you were dead for months, I can imagine what’s he’s going through. He wanted someone to pay for what happened to Mary. Can you say you wouldn’t want the same?”

Nikolas sighed heavily. “No.” He rubbed his neck. “I’m going to go check on Kristina. Why don’t you go home? We’ve been here for days.”

“Okay, but I’m going to by Jason’s first. Sam’s real close to her due date and I want to see how she’s feeling.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you at home.”

Outside Brooke Lynn’s Room

Lois was seated on a chair outside her daughter’s room. Ned was inside, taking his turn sleeping at Brooke’s side.

She had barely slept in three days, her eyes felt gritty and her throat was hoarse from the crying she’d gone through. Diego Sanchez was in jail and it would give her great satisfaction to see him go on trial and eventually go to jail for his crimes.

But it would not put the light back in her daughter’s eyes or give her back the innocence that Lois had fought for her to possess.

She felt a weight sit in the empty chair next to her. “Lois,” Lorenzo Alcazar said softly. “I am so sorry.”

She cleared her throat and looked into his warm brown eyes. Full of compassion, sorrow…and something she couldn’t quite name. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“I have–I have to tell you something.” Lorenzo shifted. “Before you hear it from someone else.”

Lois frowned and rubbed her eyes. “It can’t wait?”

“It has to do with Brooke,” Lorenzo said. He exhaled slowly before beginning. “When I was much younger, I was in Los Angeles. I had an affair with a woman and she became pregnant. I offered to marry her, give the child my name but she refused. Though I hadn’t entered the business yet, my brother and father had and she worried for her safety, for the baby’s safety. I couldn’t argue with that. So I gave up my rights and gave her money.”

Lois hesitated. “You have a child.”

“Twins. They’d be about sixteen now.” Lorenzo saw the understanding in her eyes, the disgust and he forced himself to continue. “Until they were twelve, I had no contact with them. Their mother married and had other children. She died and her husband did not want them around. He put them into the system.” He closed his eyes. “I didn’t know about it. I would have claimed them both. It wasn’t until after I saw Luis and Sage together that I knew I wanted my children in my life.” He hesitated. “But the time I found them, they were fourteen and wanted nothing to do with me. They rather I’d leave them to foster care.”

She saw the pain in his eyes, knew how it felt to have your child reject you. She reached out and squeezed his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“I kept my eyes on them anyway,” Lorenzo continued. “And I’m not ashamed that I may have bribed. Pulled strings to get them into certain homes. When…” he stopped. “When Diego began getting into trouble with the police, I pulled more strings. And I was going to do so yesterday. His sister Maria called to tell me he had been arrested. I went to arrange his release.”

She pulled back and swallowed hard. “I–he’s your son. I can’t blame you for wanting him free.”

But he saw the distance in her eyes and knew it would never be breached. “And until Mac told me what he’d been arrested for, I had wanted that.” He looked away. “Then he told me that my son had raped and beaten your daughter. I couldn’t believe that it would be possible. I demanded to see him.” He took yet another deep breath and decided to finish it. “Diego is my son. I can apologize for what he’s done but I cannot change it. I’m deeply sorry, Lois, for what has happened.”

“You don’t doubt that he’s guilty then?” Lois asked, a little sharply.

“No. I wanted it to be false. But after I saw him, after I heard him, there can be no doubt in my mind. I only hope he gets what he deserves for trying to break such a special young woman.”

Tears burned in Lois’s eyes and she looked away, towards the door where beyond it, her daughter and ex-husband slept. “So do I,” she whispered viciously.

He hesitated another moment before leaving her side.

Cottage: Bedroom

The sounds of Cameron stirring came through the baby monitor. Always a light sleeper, Jason stopped Elizabeth from fully waking up. “I’ll go get him.”

“‘E’s prob’ly hungry,” she slurred. Yawning, she turned over and drifted back to sleep.

Jason got out of bed and padded lightly down the hall. Cameron was in his crib, his legs kicking and his face scrunched up. “Hey, Cameron,” Jason said softly. He picked him up and cradled him in his arms. “I bet you’re surprised to see me.”

Cameron gurgled and waved his arms. “I’m going to be around a lot more,” Jason promised. “That is, if your mother lets me.”

“She will,” Elizabeth murmured from the doorway, her hair tousled from sleep, her eyes a little hazy. She’d changed into a button down shirt in preparation to breast feed Cameron. “He’s hungry.”

Jason crossed the room and handed the baby to her. She started for the rocking chair she usually sat in to nurse him but Jason beat her there. He sat down and tugged her into his lap. “I’ve never been able to see him this time of the morning,” Jason said regretfully.

“He’s not always a prince,” Elizabeth remarked. She unbuttoned her blouse and waited until Cameron’s tiny mouth had latched onto her nipple before speaking again. “I didn’t realize until later what it must have been like for you last night,” she said softly. “Having someone come to your home and take your son away. I am so sorry for that–”

“The penthouse isn’t my home,” Jason corrected. “This is. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not. I’m glad your brother knows the truth and I’m glad he came over last night. It’s made me understand that this isn’t…this is just as hard for you as it is for me and I hadn’t fully realized that before.”

“It’s not so bad,” she murmured. “Before, I was alone. And now I have you and Cameron. Even if I only have you part of the time, I don’t have to sit and wonder…does he care about me? Is this in my mind? Is this real? Now I know.”

“But you deserve better than this.” Jason shook his head. “Cameron deserves better than this. You deserve a family with someone who treats you better.”

Elizabeth stiffened. “”If you’re trying to walk away,” she began.

“No. I’m not–I’m not strong enough to do that,” Jason said. “I love you. I want us to be a family.”

“I want that too,” Elizabeth replied. “But Sonny–”

“If Sonny is my friend, he will understand. And if he doesn’t, then he’s not my friend at all,” he said, a little regretfully. “Carly–she’ll learn to accept it. My friendship is something she depends on so if she wants to keep it, she’ll learn to deal.” He touched her cheek. “I’m not willing to wait for my life to start anymore.”

“Well I’m certainly not going to argue with that,” Elizabeth said. Cameron let go of her nipple and yawned, indicating he’d nursed long enough.

“Lucky guy,” Jason murmured. “He gets to do that whenever he wants.” He met Elizabeth’s eyes. She bit her lip and suppressed a smile.

“So do you,” she replied softly, leaning forward to kiss him. “Steven’s gone. He left a note saying he saw you come in and decided to leave us alone.”

“Well,” Jason remarked, “that’s good news.” He kissed her again. “It’s been far too long since we had a chance to…talk.”

“Mmm…” Elizabeth nuzzled his neck. “Let me put Cameron back down to sleep and we can…talk.”

General Hospital: Kristina’s Hospital Room

Sonny stepped up the doorway where Alexis and Ric were sitting by Kristina’s bedside. He held a cup of coffee in hand. The night before had been the first night that Carly and the boys had been gone. He and Carly had been separated before–it was not the first time he’d spent the night apart from his boys.

But it was different this time. Even he could feel it.

“How is she?” Sonny asked softly.

Alexis turned and stopped Ric from rising. “I’ll talk to him,” she murmured. She stood, brushed her fingers over her daughter’s cheek before going to join Sonny in the hallway.

She closed door and took a moment to gather herself before facing Sonny. “She’s…feeling better. The transplant seems to be a success, there’s no reason to think she won’t continue to improve.”

Sonny nodded. “I’d like a chance to speak with her. When she’s up and feeling better. I want her to know that I’m her father, Alexis.”

Her throat tightened. “I’m not sure that’s wise.”

“I think I told you once that I didn’t give a damn what you thought,” Sonny said tightly. “Because Carly kept this from me, because you asked her to and touched a part of her that remembered Robin, Jason and Michael, my marriage is over and my boys are not in my house anymore. Because you kept this from me and lied to me, I have missed years of my daughter’s life. I have missed her first steps, her first words, her first smiles. Whether you like it or not, she is my blood. She is my daughter just as much as she is yours.”

“You have no right–”

“Because you saw fit to deny me those rights,” Sonny growled. “I understand your fear for her safety. It’s something I have lived with every day of my children’s lives. But that does not give you the right to decide what I should or should not know. If I had kept this from you, if I could have, you would have raised holy hell. Did you think that once I found out the truth, I would just let it continue? That I would let my son of a bitch brother step in and take what is my right? To be her father?”

“Sonny,” Alexis closed her eyes. “I want you to just–please. Do not do this right now. She’s just beginning to recover. I don’t…” She bit her lip. “You have every right to demand to see her, to know her and I know that we will have to deal with this. I am begging you. Let her get better. Let her fully recover from this so that when we do deal with this, it’s with clear heads and not heavy hearts.”

He wanted to argue, he wanted to press the point. But what he wanted, what Alexis or Ric wanted didn’t matter.

Kristina did.

Sonny slowly nodded. “All right. Kristina’s recovery comes first. Once she’s home and feeling well, we will discuss this further.”

Alexis felt the vise around her chest begin to loosen. “Thank you.”

Sonny smiled sadly. “We used to be friends, Alexis,” he murmured. “Good friends. There are days that I miss it.”

Alexis felt her eyes water. “There are days I miss it, too.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Sam groaned as she slowly moved down the steps. She was going to have to give some serious consideration to just moving her bed down to the living room. These steps were going to kill her.

She’d just reached the landing when a sharp pain lanced through her abdomen. Sam gasped and struggled to get to the phone. She’d dialed the first three digits of Elizabeth’s number when she collapsed and hit the floor.

Cottage: Hallway

Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Jason pressed her against the wall outside her bedroom and sank into her mouth, devouring her like he hadn’t tasted her in days. She slid her fingers into his short hair, fisting them when he bit her lower lip.

Restless, she moved her hips, pressing them against his in hopes of easing an ache that seemed a permanent part of her existence. He dug his fingers into the undersides of her thighs and lifted her legs so she could lock the long lengths around him.

General Hospital: Chapel

Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Lorenzo sat in the front pew, his hands folded, his head bowed. He’d felt for Lois. Not the sweetness he’d had for Sophie or the choking obsession for Carly. He’d felt something deep for Lois Cerullo. Something lasting and comforting.

And because of something out of his control, something he could never change, it was gone.

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Carly wearily propped her elbows on the counter and waited for her mother to finish her shift so they could go to the house, have dinner and discuss Carly’s future.

Someone cleared their throats behind her and she turned, unable to ignore the fluttering in her stomach at the sight of one Dr. Steven Webber.

“Hello,” he said. “I heard about…your…marriage.” His caramel colored eyes were filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

“So am I,” she murmured softly. “But not for the reasons you’d think.”

Morgan Penthouse: Hallway

Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on

Emily stepped off the elevator and went towards her brother’s door. She knocked and frowned when she thought she heard something.

She knocked again. “Jason? Sam?”

A whimpering from within sounded and Emily’s heart tightened. She fished in her purse for the extra set of keys and hurried to open the door.

A partially conscious Sam was crumpled on the floor.

Kristina’s Hospital Room

Cause there’s a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear

“Are you all right?” Ric murmured as Alexis took her seat next to him. He took her hand and brought it to her lips.

“I think I’m going to be,” Alexis replied after a moment. “I think that we might be able to work with Sonny, even co-exist.” She looked at him. “I want him to be part of her life if we can work something out together.”

Though he disliked the idea, Kristina was not his daughter and his marriage to Alexis was still fragile, still too new to push for an alternative.

And maybe it work after all.

Brooke Lynn’s Hospital Room

There’s an angel, with a hand on my head
She says I’ve got nothing to fear

Lois crept back into her daughter’s room and took a moment touch Ned’s forehead. The man was so exhausted, she would have to convince him to go home soon.

For the first time in days, Brooke seemed to be sleeping in somewhat peace. Her forehead wasn’t crinkled up in distress and her breathing was slow and even.

She couldn’t imagine what Lorenzo must going through right now, facing the knowledge that his flesh and blood had brutally raped and beaten a young woman. And then the decision to let him face the charges when he easily could have had him released…

She kissed Brooke’s forehead and left the room.

General Hospital: Emergency Room

There’s a darkness deep in my soul
I still got a purpose to serve

The doors flew open and a stretcher raced in, Emily at its side. “Mom!” she called, spying Monica Quartermaine.

“Emily!” Monica came towards her and when she spied Sam on the stretcher, she looked behind them for Jason. “Where’s Jason?”

“I can’t get a hold of him, he’s not answering his cell,” Emily said, brokenly. “She was just lying on the floor.” She struggled to keep her tears in. “I should call him again.”

Jones House: Maxie’s Bedroom

So let your light shine, into my hole
God, don’t let me lose my nerve
Lose my nerve

“Why haven’t you been to see her yet?” Lucas asked softly.

Maxie shrugged. “I wouldn’t know what to say.” She looked up at him. “She’s always…so strong. She’s always been so tough and just…she’s Brooke. I can’t–I don’t want to see her like that, Lucas. I’m scared.”

“Maxie…”

“I’m scared,” she repeated. “If this could happen to Brooke…it could happen to anyone.”

General Hospital: Emergency Room

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now

Sonny almost had to skid to a stop as he launched himself off the elevators and rushed towards Emily. “Where is she? Is she all right? Where’s Jason?”

“She’s in surgery,” Emily said softly. “I don’t know anything other than that. And…” she closed her eyes. “I can’t find Jason.”

Cottage: Bedroom

Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Jason peeled the shirt from her shoulders and flung it somewhere. She wore nothing underneath save for a pair of white bikini panties. His fingers slid down her torso and cupped her breasts.

Elizabeth bit her lips and fought back a whimper as his thumbs strummed her nipples. She broke free of his kiss and clawed at his shoulders with her fingernails when he thrust his hips into her center. “Jason!”

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on

Steven frowned and took a step towards the woman who had occupied far too many of his thoughts. “Then for what reasons?”

Carly shook her head. “I shouldn’t have even said anything,” she murmured. “Never mind.”

“Carly–”

“Carly,” Bobbie rushed up to the pair. “Have you seen Jason?”

Carly frowned. “No…”

“Sam’s in the ER,” Bobbie told her, “and no one can find him.”

Steven bit his lip and frowned.

General Hospital: Emergency Room

Because there’s a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear

Sonny hissed when he got Jason’s voicemail again. He slammed the payphone down and dragged his hands through his hair. Jason was gone, disappeared into thin air.

And Sam was in some room, fighting for her life and the life of her child.

Swearing under his breath, he picked up the phone and jammed some more coins into it.

General Hospital: Chapel

There’s an angel, with a hand on my head
She say’s I’ve got nothing to fear

Lorenzo looked up as Lois sat next to him. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

She took his hand in hers. “I am so sorry for what you must be going through right now,” Lois told him. “And so damn grateful for what you did.”

“I didn’t–”

“You sacrificed your son for my daughter.” Her eyes were swollen from crying, but clear. “Thank you.”

General Hospital: Emergency Room

La ill aha ill allah
We all shine like stars

Monica stepped out from one of the rooms, her eyes red, her hands shaking. “Sonny.”

“I haven’t found Jason yet,” Sonny told her. “But I’ve got medical power of attorney to okay any operation that’s–”

“Sonny,” Monica interrupted softly. She put a hand on his arm. “We lost the baby.”

Cottage: Bedroom

La ill aha ill allah
We all shine like stars

Elizabeth fell onto her back, exhausted. She couldn’t stop her lips from curving into a satisfied smile. “We should really talk more often.”

Jason laughed, his voice sounding a little thick. “Yeah, well…” He brushed his lips over her shoulder. “I didn’t say we were finished discussing this yet.”

She giggled and then moaned as he nibbled at her throat.

And tucked into the back pocket of his long ago discarded jeans, another missed call logged itself onto his cell phone, bring the count to twelve.

Then we fade away

This entry is part 5 of 23 in the Fiction Graveyard: Mad World #1

Chapter Five

Thursday, November 4, 2004

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

“How is the transplant going?” Bobbie Spencer asked as Steven stepped up to the desk and set some charts down.

“She’s in there with Dr. Quartermaine–Mrs. Dr. Quartermaine,” Steven clarified. “She’s a little more skilled in that area than I am.” He shrugged. “But it’s going okay, I think. It was real luck finding Elizabeth as a donor. I thought after Morgan was tested, we were out of options.”

“And Elizabeth? Is she going home today?”

“Mmm…she’s going to stay with some friends. They had Cameron over night last night and until Elizabeth’s a little stronger, she’ll stay with them.” Steven made one last notation in a chart. “I’m done for the day–”

“Who’s Elizabeth staying with?” Bobbie asked. “Emily?”

“No, Emily’s planning her wedding. She’s staying with Jason Morgan and his girlfriend, Sam,” Steven replied.

“Jason?” Bobbie repeated. She mulled that one over. “I didn’t realize they were still…friends.”

Steven frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Well…” Bobbie leaned across the counter and proceeded to tell Steven exactly what that meant.

Brooke Lynn’s Hospital Room

Brooke took a deep breath. “Thanks for convincing my parents to leave the room.”

Mac nodded. “You can trust me, Brooke. I don’t want to cause you any pain or discomfort but there are questions I need to ask.”

Brooke nodded. “There was evidence right?” she asked softly.

“There was DNA…and the hospital took photographs,” Mac said hesitantly, unable to really look her straight on. It wasn’t too hard to imagine one of his daughters sitting there, bruised and broken. “The last thing we need before DA Lansing goes to the grand jury is your official full statement.”

Brooke nodded. “Okay, go ahead. I promise to tell you the truth.”

“Okay. The night of November 2, you were at Kelly’s with Diego Sanchez, is that right?” Mac asked.

Brooke nodded. “We had dinner and we were talking. Eventually we were the last customers there. Mike–he had to leave and he asked us to keep an eye on the place.”

“What happened when he was gone?” Mac asked.

“Diego and I were just talking. He stood up and went to the, ah, counter. I followed him.” Brooke hesitated. “It’s–I don’t even remember what we were talking about. But–he kissed me.” She rubbed her finger over her bruised bottom lip. “I pushed him away, I was so angry. He knew I’d been seeing Lucas and I didn’t–I didn’t give him any signal that it was okay.”

She clenched her fist in the blankets and looked down. “He–I said ‘I thought we were friends’ and he just–he looked so unlike the Diego I thought I knew. He was so…furious.” Tears threatened to spill over her lashes and she took in a shaky breath. “He–he said, ‘You thought I wanted to be friends with you?'”

She was silent for a moment but then continued. “He had me by the shoulders–and was shaking me so hard I could, like, feel my teeth rattle. I asked him to let me go and then–he dragged me to the kitchen. He said he’d show me what he did to teases.”

Brooke dragged a hand over her eyes. “He threw me against a counter so hard I lost my breath and then–then he tore my shirt.” Her voice broke and she closed her eyes. “He, um, tried to kiss me again but I–scratched at his face and he hit me.” She touched her cheek where a large bruise was swelling. “I don’t–it’s not really clear after that.” She cleared her throat. “I remember him tearing my skirt and the–sound of his zipper,” she said softly. “I think I might…I might have blacked out after that or I just–I can’t remember.”

“That’s enough for now.” Mac capped his pen and put it and his notepad in his coat pocket. “You did fine, Brooke.”

“I asked Georgie to find out why,” Brooke said after a moment of awkward silence. “I was upset and I wasn’t thinking clearly and I know she just promised to do it so I would calm down so…if she asks to see him, tell her no, okay?”

“I’m not letting Georgie anywhere near that kid,” Mac promised her. He stood. “I might have to ask a few more questions but we’re done for now. I’ll go tell your parents that we’re done.”

PCPD: Squad Room

“Dad said it was fine along as someone stands by that little window thing,” Georgie lied smoothly as she smiled at one of the rookie cops.

“I don’t know,” the officer said. “Maybe…”

“I’m the police commissioner’s daughter,” Georgie said patiently. She smiled, charm oozing from her expression. “Would I lie?”

Five minutes later, she sat in the interrogation room, trying not to fidget as an officer led Diego Sanchez into the room.

Diego smirked and flopped into the seat. “You never seemed the type for sloppy seconds.”

Georgie sat back in the seat. “Don’t be crass. I know what you did to her and all I want to know is why.”

“I can’t believe she’s saying it was rape,” Diego snorted. “Fucking tease.”

Georgie clenched her fists. “You knew she was dating Lucas. What made you think she’d want you?”

“He’s a pansy-ass,” Diego snarled. “I thought she’d want a real man.”

“Yeah, a real man forces himself on a girl. A real man doesn’t take no for an answer,” Georgie said mockingly. “A real man has to resort to rape to get what he wants.”

“Watch it, Princess,” Diego said quietly. “Just watch it.”

“Or what?” Georgie challenged. “You’ll hit me? You’ll rape me too?”

“Why would I want some little daddy’s brat?” Diego leaned forward and looked her so intently Georgie could practically feel him ripping the clothes from her body. “You’re just a little girl, Jones. Even your own boyfriend won’t screw you.” He sat back. “I wouldn’t even lower myself to touch you.”

“Well, after what you did to Brooke…” Georgie stood slowly, not taking her eyes off him, “you won’t have a chance to do it to anyone else. You’re going to jail Diego and I hope to God someone makes you their bitch.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart. I already got someone taking care of this little inconvenience.”

“What?” Georgie demanded.

“So when I get out, should I look you up?” Diego asked.

The door flew open and Mac stepped in. “Out,” he snarled at his daughter.

Georgie glared at Diego. “I’ll find a way to make sure you rot in prison,” she hissed. She stalked out.

“Officer, get this scum back to his cell.”

Mac dragged Georgie from the squad room into office and slammed the door. “What the hell do you think you were doing?”

“I was trying to get answers,” Georgie seethed. “Is he going to prison or not, Dad?”

“That’s none of your business,” Mac replied. “You do not get to use my name to go see a criminal–”

“Brooke deserves to know why this happened to her,” Georgie argued. “Does he have connections? Is he getting out?”

Mac shook his head. “His connections aren’t coming through. I don’t know what they are, but they’re not going to work. We’ve got him solid, Georgie. Now promise me you won’t pull this stunt again.”

“I promise.” Now that she had been reassured and her father seemed to have calmed down, the chill in her skin seemed to set in. “I never want to see him again anyway.”

Elizabeth’s Hospital Room

Elizabeth was buttoning her pink blouse when Steven pushed open the door and frowned at her. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“So you and Jason are friends.”

“Yep.”

He closed the door and leaned against it. “Friends who have lived together.”

Her fingers stilled on the last button. “That was a long time ago.”

“Mm. So Sam’s Jason’s girlfriend?” Steven asked.

“No.” Elizabeth sat on the bed and started to tie her tennis shoes.

“Is he Cameron’s father?”

“What?” Elizabeth asked, jerking her head up to stare at her brother. “What are you talking about?”

“Is Jason Cameron’s father?” Steven repeated.

“What would make you ask a question like that?” Elizabeth demanded. She finished tying her shoes and stood. “Zander–”

“Had brown eyes,” Steven finished. “I’ve seen pictures. Blue eyes are recessive. So therefore both parents have to have blue eyes.”

Elizabeth blinked. “So?”

“Cameron’s eyes are blue,” Steven remarked. “I didn’t really think about it before but once I found out that you and Jason are not exactly friends, I started to think about it. I pulled Zander Smith’s hospital records. And yours and Cameron’s.”

“You had no right–”

“The blood types don’t match. So Zander isn’t Cameron’s father. And neither is Ric Lansing, I already knew this. So is Jason’s Cameron’s father?”

“It’s not that simple,” Elizabeth sighed, sinking onto the hospital bed. “Steven…”

“Does he know?” Steven asked.

“He knows,” Elizabeth murmured. “I realized he was Cameron’s father last April. I didn’t know how to deal with that so I left town. When I came back, I told him the truth.”

“And he doesn’t want him?” Steven snarled. “I’ll kill him–”

“No, no–” Elizabeth stood and took his arm. “Jason loves Cameron, he loves him so much. You don’t know Jason like I do. He’s a wonderful father. He just–we can’t be a family right now. Sonny and Carly…there are just circumstances. Jason’s trying to protect us.”

“So that’s how you can afford the cottage,” he realized. “And why you always put off those doctors.”

“I love him. I’ve hurt him so much in the past so him just asking for some time to get things squared away is not so bad.” She scratched her forehead. “It’s…just hard pretending that I don’t love him.”

Steven shook his head. “If he was willing to sleep with you, he should be willing to accept the consequences. He thinks he can tell Carly how to live her life–I bet she has no idea he’s treating my sister like some whore.”

“Steven, it’s not like that–”

“Not like that? You might think it’s okay because he loves you and you love him, but that doesn’t excuse what he’s doing. I bet he only comes by once in a while, right? Only when he can find the time,” he said sarcastically.

“Steven–”

“How can you let him do this to you?” Steven demanded. “How can you let him treat you like you’re not important?”

“I am important to him, he’s trying to protect me,” Elizabeth attempted to explain.

“If you were so damn important, Elizabeth, he would tell Sonny and Carly to go to hell. He sure wouldn’t be shacking up with Sam McCall and he wouldn’t be planning to raise that little girl while my sister is stuck raising his son by herself,” he seethed.

“Steven, it’s not like that,” Elizabeth pleaded, her eyes glossy with tears. “I love him.”

“Then I guess it’s just fine and dandy that he chooses the rest of the people in his life over you,” Steven said scathingly.

Elizabeth fell silent and blinked, looking at the floor. What Steven said made sense but Jason loved her. He wasn’t really choosing Sonny, Carly and Sam over her and Cameron.

But he’d known the truth since July. Four months. He came by almost every day in the beginning but it was getting less and less now. Last month, he’d only spent the night one time and his visits were so short. Didn’t her son deserve better?

Didn’t she deserve better?

“Do you think you could arrange to take tomorrow off?” she asked softly. “I just need to rest for a little while and someone needs to watch Cameron. Can you stay at the cottage?”

“Sure.” Steven rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t–I didn’t want you to feel bad, Elizabeth. I just–you deserve the best life has to offer. I don’t want you to settle for someone who refuses to give that to you.”

“I know. I know you love me.” She kissed his cheek. “Can you take me home? And go pick up Cameron from the penthouse? I just want to go home.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Sam opened the door. “Hey, did you bring Elizabeth?” she asked.

Steven stepped past her and entered the penthouse. “No, I’m just picking up Cam.”

“Picking…” Sam hesitated. “I thought she was staying with us.”

“Plans change,” Steven said simply. “Where is he?”

“He’s in the nursery with Jason,” Sam said, “but–”

Steven ignored her and went upstairs, looking for the first open door. It led into a room decorated in pink and white, just ready for a little girl to come into the world.

Jason was standing by the crib with Cameron in his arms. He looked up at Steven’s arrival. “Elizabeth downstairs?”

“No.” Steven spied Cameron’s diaper bag on the floor and picked it up, looping the strap over his shoulder. “I’m here to take Cameron with me. I took tomorrow off from the hospital so I’m going to watch out for them both.”

“Why?” Jason asked, a little sharply. “Cameron’s fine here.”

“He belongs with his mother,” Steven remarked. “Not with someone who can’t bother to treat my sister with even half the respect she deserves. Not with someone who can’t claim his own kid because he’d rather have the respect of his friends.”

Jason stilled and after a moment, he sat Cameron in the crib and stalked past Steven. Steven followed him and shut the door so that Cameron wouldn’t be disturbed.

“What’s the matter?” Steven asked. “You don’t like hearing the truth?”

“You don’t know a damn thing about this situation,” Jason said coldly. “And I find it hard to believe Elizabeth just volunteered this information.”

“Right, because the whole thing is supposed to be some sort of sordid little secret.” Steven nodded. “You ashamed of my sister?”

“Shut the hell up–”

“You ashamed you created that beautiful little boy with her?” Steven asked.

“You don’t know anything–”

“I know that my sister is an amazing person who has been through so much in her life that the last thing she needs is the man she loves treating her like a second-class whore. Do you know how many doctors ask her out?” Steven demanded. “Men who would treat her like gold, who would give her the respect she damn well deserves. But no, she sits at home and waits for you. A man who would rather let what his friends think rule his life. If you really loved her, if you really valued her, you’d tell Sonny and Carly to go to hell. You don’t get to treat her this way, Morgan.”

“Says the guy who never showed up until now. How long has she lived here?” Jason asked. “How many times have you been to visit? How many times have you called or written?”

“I’m not trying to pretend I’ve never made a mistake,” Steven retorted. “I’m saying that I never treated my sister like dirt. I never made her feel like she should have to sit around and wait for you to come to her. It’s done. She’s already taken the first step by going home instead of here and if I have anything to do with it, she’s going to keep walking away from you.”

Jason grabbed Steven by the shirt collar and slammed him against the wall. “What makes you think she’ll listen to you?” he growled.

“She already has,” Steven said coolly.

Sam’s labored breathing broke through the haze of testosterone. She rounded the corner. “I started up the stairs when the door slammed but, boy, it took forever.” She looked at Jason and rolled her eyes. “Let him go. Do you think it’s going to make it any easier if you rough her brother up?”

Jason released Steven and stepped back. “My son stays here. Elizabeth can pick him up herself.”

“Really,” Steven said slowly. “So if we go out to the elevators and I tell you I’m taking Cameron home, you gonna say that? Just like that?”

Jason just glared at him. Steven shook his head. “No balls,” he muttered. He pushed Jason out of the way and went into the room. A few moments later, he emerged, Cameron tucked into a carrier.

“Jason,” Sam hissed. “Stop him.”

“Elizabeth wants Cameron at the cottage,” Jason said quietly as he watched another child being taken from him. “I’ll go see her tomorrow and we’ll–we’ll straighten this out.”

This entry is part 4 of 23 in the Fiction Graveyard: Mad World #1

Chapter Four

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Corinthos Penthouse: Bedroom

Elizabeth was a match?” Courtney asked, doubt lacing her voice. “Why? How?”

“She and Sonny have the same blood type,” Carly murmured as she finished packing another drawer into suitcases.

“It’s just…it’s weird that she’s not related and she’s a match. It almost doesn’t seem fair.” Courtney sat on the windowsill. “Carly, why are you packing? Sonny hasn’t made anything official.”

“But he will,” Carly replied. She pulled another bag out of her closet and opened her drawer of panties, bras and other undergarments. “And I just want to be prepared.”

“Carly, you can’t just give up on your marriage–”

“Courtney, I’m not giving up. I’m accepting the facts. Since Sonny and I married for the first time four years ago, we have separated no less than five times–twice in the last year alone. I cannot keep doing this, Courtney. I cannot keep giving my heart and my life for him only to be cast out when he feels I’ve betrayed him. I’m not putting my boys through it anymore.”

“Are you sure about this?” Courtney asked.

“How sure were you when you divorced Jason?” Carly asked. “You weren’t. It was until months after it happened that you were okay with your decision. Well, no I’m not sure. But I really don’t have a choice in the matter.” She closed the newly emptied drawer. “How is the situation with the police?” she asked, changing the topic. “The charges were dropped against you, right?”

“They were,” Courtney replied. “But Diego is still facing rape and assault charges.” She shook her head. “It just doesn’t feel right. I can’t believe he would do that–he cares about Brooke Lynne. Why would he hurt her?”

“You’ve known Diego a month, Courtney. People I’ve known for years are capable of things I can’t imagine happening. I wouldn’t be quick to support him over a girl who’s been raped.”

“I’m not supporting him,” Courtney remarked, a little stunned. “I’m just…surprised.”

The sound of a baby crying broke the tense silent and Courtney frowned. “I thought Morgan was with Bobbie.”

“He is. That’s Cameron,” Carly said, crossing to her closet and perusing more clothes. “He’s staying with Sam and Jason while Elizabeth’s recovering from surgery.”

Courtney narrowed her eyes. “Why with them? Why not her brother? Or her grandmother? Even Emily and Nikolas. Why Jason?”

“Sam volunteered them,” Carly said absently. “Something about practice.” She shut the lid the suitcase. “Courtney, I wouldn’t worry about it. It’s not Elizabeth who’s getting her claws in Jason, it’s Sam.” She hesitated. “And I’m not even sure I care anymore. Jason’s a big boy and he can make his own decisions.”

Courtney squared her shoulders. “You’re usually the first one to head off someone going for Jason. It’s the reason you and Elizabeth are always at each other’s throats.”

Carly sat on her bed and sighed heavily. “I can barely run my own life, Courtney. I can’t pretend I have any control over Jason’s life anymore. Maybe when I figure mine out, I’ll ask Jason what he’s doing hanging out with Elizabeth’s son, okay?”

Taken aback at Carly’s sharp retort, Courtney cleared her throat and stood. “Right. Well, I should go. Jax is coming over and he wants to discuss my legal options. Give me a call when you and the boys are settled.”

“Courtney…” Carly after her halfheartedly as the blonde exited the room.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“Aren’t we just the cutest little baby in the whole wide world?” Sam cooed, ticking Cameron’s feet. “Yes, we are, yes we are.”

The little boy giggled and Sam laughed right back. “Jason, stop looking at the clock.”

“She should be out of surgery now.”

“She probably is.” Sam lifted Cameron into her lap. “Go see her.”

“I can’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “Daddy’s having a freak out,” she said confidentially to the little boy. “You’re her friend, aren’t you?”

“If we’re around each other too much, it’s hard.” Jason rested his hands on the desk and stared at the phone as if willing it to ring with news of Elizabeth. “Because we have to pretend we don’t feel anything.” He glanced at Cameron. “I have to pretend he’s nothing more than the son of an old friend.”

“Must be next to impossible.” Cameron held his arms out to his father but Jason stayed across the room. “You won’t be able to keep this secret forever. He’s going to get bigger, Jason. He’s going to start talking and maybe the first few times he calls you Daddy in public, people will think it’s cute, but not forever.” Sam hesitated. “Unless he’s not going to call you that even in private–”

“Sam…” Jason closed his eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“Well, it’s not really fair to Cameron or Elizabeth either is it?” Sam set Cameron on the floor and watched him crawl across the floor to where he had some stuffed animals on a blanket.

“At least she gets to see him every day,” Jason murmured. He sat on the floor next to Cameron and the boy immediately abandoned his toys to crawl towards the big man whose voice he recognized.

“Sure she gets to see him every day,” Sam replied. “But she can’t share her life with his father, the man she loves. I know how she must feel.” Her voice softened and she looked towards the windows. “When Carly moved back into the penthouse last spring and Sonny told me he’d come by when he could…” She twisted the hem of her gray sweater in her fingers. “It made me feel so low, Jason. So dirty. Like trash.”

“Elizabeth–she doesn’t feel that way. She has to know…” Jason shook his head. “It’s not like that, Sam.”

“Hmmm.” Sam got to her feet and pressed her hand against her lower back. “I think I’ll go to the hospital. Do some visiting.”

“Sam.”

“Spend time with your son,” she murmured as she moved to the closet and struggled into a jacket.

“Sam, this isn’t something you need to fix–”

Sam pulled the door open and smiled at the guard. “Hey, Tommy right? Yeah, I’m going to General Hospital–my friend’s out of surgery.”

“Mr. Morgan?” the guard spoke past her.

Jason sighed. “Yeah. Take her and don’t let her out of your sight.”

When the door shut, Jason sighed and pulled Cameron into his arms. The baby giggled and touched his face. “I miss you when I’m not around,” he said softly. “When you’re with your mother and I can’t be there…” he closed his eyes and hugged his son close. “I wish it could be different.

General Hospital: Brooke Lynn’s Room

“Okay, so I could do the whole silence awkward thing,” Georgie began, “but I’ve decided that it’s overplayed.”

Brooke smiled hesitantly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, so here are the flowers,” the perky blonde set an arrangement of tulips on the table next to the bed, “and the card.” She tossed a card onto the bed. “Okay, so let’s get on to other stuff.”

“Other stuff,” Brooke said slowly.

“Yep.” Georgie twisted her fingers together. “Kristina’s got a donor, did you hear?”

“Yes,” Brooke nodded. “I also heard she’s not my biological sister.”

“Oh. Well.” Georgie shrugged. “Blood’s not everything. I mean, Mac’s not my biological father.”

“True.” Brooke shrugged.

“And it’s not like Kristina’s got any other sisters,” Georgie reminded her. “I mean, yeah, Sonny’s got one on the way and two sons but every girl needs an older sister.” She wrinkled her nose. “Even if it’s Maxie.”

“Maxie’s great,” Brooke said. “You guys are lucky to have each other.”

“Yeah, I did luck out that way. And hey, as crazy as family is, they come in handy. You’ve got Dillon.”

“He hasn’t come to see me,” Brooke murmured. She toyed with the edge of her blanket. “I know…I know there’s some bruises…”

“No, no.” Georgie took Brooke’s hand in hers. “Hey, babe, listen. Dillon…he’s destroyed by this. I mean, he loves you so much, he just…he doesn’t know what to say. None of us do. Do we push you to talk about it? Do we pretend it didn’t happen? What do we do? What do we say?” She shrugged. “We don’t want to hurt you, Brooke, we want to help.”

“I appreciate that, I do. I just wish…” Brooke bit her lip. “I wish this hadn’t happened. I wish I knew why…” Tears clung to her lashes. “I thought he was our friend, Georgie. Why did he do this to me?”

Georgie launched her self off her chair and sat on the bed, pulling Brooke into a loose hug. “Because there are people out there who just really suck.”

“Can you ask him?” Brooke closed her eyes and sniffled. “I want to know why.”

“I’ll find out,” Georgie promised, “I’ll find out.”

General Hospital: Pediatric Ward

“Hey…” Sam touched Alexis’s arm. “Did they take Kristina already?”

Alexis nodded and crossed her arms tightly. “Elizabeth’s surgery went more quickly than they expected. There was no reason to postpone Kristina’s.”

“So, it went well? She’s all right?” Sam asked.

“She’s been moved to a room,” Alexis answered. “Cameron’s staying with you while she recovers, isn’t she?”

“Mmm…and so is Elizabeth when she’s released. Jason doesn’t want her on her own with the baby until she’s stronger.” Sam bit her lip. “Anyway, do you know what room she’s in? I wanted to go see her.”

“Oh, no…no, I don’t. But I’m sure someone can help you at the nurse’s station.”

“Thanks…I’m glad Kristina’s going to be okay,” Sam told Alexis. “I can’t imagine the terror you went through.”

Alexis smiled weakly. “Give your daughter another few months. Every fall, every cut, every drop of blood will terrify you. I only hope that fades when they get older. It can’t be good to be terrified for your children all the time.”

“Maybe it just means you love them,” Sam murmured with a smile.

General Hospital: Elizabeth’s Room

Elizabeth was awake when Sam entered her room, but her movements were listless and slow. “I feel like I’ve run a marathon,” the brunette confessed with a weak laugh.

“Well, Cameron’s doing great at the penthouse. I think Jason’s real happy to have him around.” Sam bit her lip. “You know that Jason told me…about everything.”

“He said he might.” Elizabeth blinked and turned her head. “So…how’d you take it?”

“I knew something was different the last few months,” Sam replied. She laughed and looked away. “I thought it was me and my daughter. I–I thought…well you know Jason. You know how easy it is to fall in love with him.”

“I do know,” Elizabeth replied softly. “I’m sorry, Sam.”

“It’s not your fault. No, he seemed–not happy. Settled, maybe. He’d disappear for a few hours; sometimes a whole night and I could never reach him by cell. That’s part of the thing you have. His cell is off when you’re together?”

Elizabeth nodded and closed her eyes. “His idea,” she murmured. “When we were together before, that damn phone rang every time something was about to happen between us. When we decided that we wanted to be together, his first suggestion was the phone was off when we were together.”

“He wants to have a life separate from Sonny,” Sam nodded. “If it can’t be me, then I’m glad it’s you.” She patted her abdomen. “As long as my little girl doesn’t lose Jason as her father, that’s all that matters.”

Elizabeth opened her eyes and blinked a few times. “I–I don’t understand.”

Sam frowned. “Well–Jason and I–we–we’re raising her together. He comes to all my appointments.”

“W-What about Sonny?” Elizabeth asked, struggling to sit up a bit. “He’s her father.”

“Yes, but he’s preoccupied with Morgan and Michael. His other family. My daughter needs someone who puts her first…” Sam trailed off. “Didn’t you know?”

“I–” Elizabeth shook her head. “No. I–he can’t,” she whispered. “He can’t claim your child and raise her when he can’t claim Cameron. No. It’s–it’s not fair. It’s not right.”

“Hey, hey, don’t–don’t get upset, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that.” Sam thought fast. “Maybe Jason was just humoring me–I mean, none of us knew the truth about Cameron. Maybe he had no intention of–”

“No, you know Jason’s not like that.” Elizabeth’s voice was thick now and she leaned back, closing her eyes. “You can’t understand what it’s like, Sam. He’s known the truth for months and I keep waiting for the day he walks through the door and tells me that he’s gone public. He’s claiming Cameron and we’re going to be a family.”

“You are a family,” Sam whispered. “You are.”

“Not in any way that counts. My little boy can’t see his father unless Jason finds the time to come by and most of the time, it’s only quick visits. Half an hour and he spends most it with Cameron. He loves him so much and I know it’s killing him to be away from Cameron but I just–I can’t watch him be a father to another child while my son waits for him.”

“No, no of course not. I didn’t realize you didn’t know. Nothing’s–nothing’s set in stone, Elizabeth. This is all up for discussion and now that I know the truth, man, we are going to work this all out. You and I can be friends, right? And you can bring Cameron over all the time and you and Jason can have more time together. And Cameron can have a sister.” Sam nodded fervently. “It’s all going to be fine, Elizabeth. I promise.”

Thursday, November 4, 2004

General Hospital: Elizabeth’s Room Later That Night

Elizabeth opened her eyes at the feeling of someone watching her. Jason was seated at her side and he smiled when she opened her eyes. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she murmured. “What time is it?”

“Just after 3 AM,” he answered. He took her hand in his. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” Elizabeth turned her head to face him. “Sam was here earlier.”

“I know…” he exhaled slowly. “Elizabeth, I–”

“How could you not tell me you planned on raising Sam’s baby with her?” Elizabeth asked, her voice husky with unshed tears. “Putting her daughter in front of our son.”

“That’s–that’s not the way it is,” Jason tried to explain. “I promised Sam before I knew about Cameron.”

She closed her eyes. “That doesn’t excuse you not telling me. We promised honesty, Jason. Complete honesty with no omissions.”

“I thought you knew,” he told her. “Everyone did.”

“I’m not everyone,” she said sharply. She reached for the controls of the bed and raised the head up so she could see him more clearly. “I’m supposed to be the woman you love, the mother of your child–sorry, one of your children,” she bit out. “How do you think it’s going to make Cameron feel when he finds out you were willing to claim Sam’s child publicly but not him?”

“That’s–that’s not how this is. Everyone knows Lila isn’t my baby. Sam lives with me. It’s not such a leap to think that I’m going to be involved in the baby’s life.” He took a deep breath. “It is, however, harder to explain that while I was engaged to someone else, I had an affair and she got pregnant.”

“An affair,” Elizabeth said slowly. Her eyes burned with tears but she held them back. “You know that Cameron and I…we’re not a package deal. You don’t have to be with me to be his father, you’re aware of that.”

“Don’t–don’t do this, Elizabeth. You know I love you.” Jason stood and crossed to the door, needing room to pace but unable to find it. “I just…”

“What Sonny thinks is important to you, I get that. You don’t really want him to know that you cheated on his sister. Fine. I get that. I just…I don’t know if I could handle seeing you playing daddy to someone else. You know that Cameron is attached to you. He’s getting older and he’s going to see you in public and he won’t understand why you don’t come to him. Why you don’t hold him and when he begins to talk…” Elizabeth shook her head. “I can’t tell him you’re not his father when we’re not at the cottage–”

“I’m always his father,” Jason interrupted with irritation. “And it’s not like this is easy on me–”

“And it is on me?” she challenged. “You think my family doesn’t wonder how I can afford the cottage? You think that it’s easy for the other nursing students to invite me to single mother’s night?”

“What?”

“It might not occur to you, Jason, but to the rest of the world, I’m a single mother who got knocked up by some guy who later got himself killed by the cops,” Elizabeth said harshly. “It’s not a walk in the park for me, Jason, so don’t pretend that it is.”

“At least you get to see Cameron,” he muttered. He dragged his fingers through his hair. “Jesus, Elizabeth, I don’t feel right unless I’m with you. With him. If I don’t spend the night at the cottage, I don’t sleep well. If I don’t see Cameron or hold you, I’m in a rotten mood all day. And I wish I could change it. I’m working on it. I just–I just need you to be patient. Just a little while longer.”

She sighed and closed her eyes. “All right.”

Jason returned to her side and perched on the bed. He laced their fingers together and used his free hand to brush her hair off her forehead. “Get some sleep. I didn’t–I didn’t mean to argue with you tonight.”

“Thank you for coming,” she murmured. “Is Cam okay at the penthouse?”

“Yeah, we’ve got him in the nursery. Sam said something about breaking in the crib. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him during the day…I didn’t realize he was crawling so much.”

“I had to baby proof the cottage,” her words were slurring and he knew she was drifting towards sleep now. “Get gates and those little plastic…electric…coverings…”

He leaned down and brushed a kiss across her forehead. “I love you, Elizabeth.”

“Love you too,” she mumbled.

Port Charles Police Department: Squad Room

“Diego Sanchez,” Lorenzo Alcazar told the desk clerk. “When he is being arraigned?”

The officer at the desk was shuffling through paperwork when Mac appeared behind him. “Why so interested?”

“I have to bail him out,” Lorenzo said after a moment. “When will he be arraigned?”

Mac folded his arms. “Why?” he repeated.

“I don’t feel that you need to know that,” Lorenzo said instead.

“I could pick up the phone and let Lois know you’re interested in bailing out the piece of shit that raped and beat her daughter.”

The apathetic expression fell from Lorenzo’s face and was quickly replaced by shock. “He’s being charged with that?”

“Yes. There’s no doubt about it–we’re just waiting for test results.” Mac narrowed his eyes. “What’s your interest in this case, Alcazar?”

“I need to see him,” Lorenzo snapped. “Now.”

Knowing that he could observe the conversation, Mac nodded and went to arrange it. Ten minutes later, Diego–dressed in the same clothes he’d been wearing two nights ago–was in the interrogation room. Mac was behind the mirror and Lorenzo was glaring at him from across the table.

“Took you long enough to show up,” Diego remarked. “How long before the charges are dropped?”

“I’m not taking care of this for you. Not this time. Do you know what you’re accused of?”

Diego shrugged. “A little slut who should have known better says I raped her.”

Lorenzo snarled. “That’s Brooke Lynn Ashton you’re speaking of, you little punk. If you think I’m getting these charges dropped, you’re out of your mind.”

Diego smirked. “What’s the matter, Pop, don’t want to do a favor for your dear old son?”

This entry is part 6 of 6 in the Fiction Graveyard: The End of Everything

February 10, 2004

— General Hospital: NICU Waiting Room —

Jason helped a shaken Elizabeth sit in a chair before he turned to the stricken trio waiting for them.

“What’s wrong?” Emily demanded. She kneeled in front of Elizabeth. “Why do you look so pale? Isn’t Brianna okay?”

“She’s—she’s fine.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “We took her off the machines briefly—a-and she took a breath.”

Nikolas closed his eyes. “Thank God.”

Lucky frowned. “I don’t understand. What does that mean?”

“It means that she took a breath without the support of the machines. Her lungs are getting stronger. The machines are helping her—not keeping her alive,” Nikolas explained. “It’s good news.”

“I was just—Dr. Meadows goaded me into making the decision. She said Brianna wouldn’t survive and even if she did, she’d have serious problems—that it was cruel to keep her hooked up.”

Nikolas narrowed his eyes. “Even if she was trying to help—that’s a little blunt and incredibly unnecessary.”

“Jason—did she talk to you about the hospital bills?” Emily asked her brother softly.

He nodded. “But Sonny talked to her first and he’s already transferred money into the accounts. Brianna will have the best care available to her.”

“Good—because I talked to my dad and he offered to find a way to get the money which you know is never a good phrase coming from his mouth,” Lucky said with a wry grin.

“I have to call my grandmother—I have to tell her about Brianna.” Elizabeth started to stand but Emily pushed her back down.

“I’ll do it. You just sit down. You’re still recovering from surgery yourself and I don’t want you to strain yourself. You left without eating breakfast this morning—don’t think I didn’t notice,” Emily remarked. “Now—Jason, can you stay with her while I get her something to eat?”

“What about me?” Nikolas said. “I—”

“You have a board meeting with the hospital,” Emily reminded him. She kissed his cheek. “And Lucky has to go stop Luke from doing something—Luke-like.”

Lucky smirked. “It’s probably too late but I do have to start my shift. Ah, Elizabeth…Brian Beck’s been kind of—well he feels real guilty about starting that fight on the Haunted Star and I was wondering if it’d be all right to tell him about Brianna—why you named her and all that.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yes—tell him to come by the hospital if he has time. I want to thank him in person. He has nothing to feel guilty about. Ric and I created our own problems.”

“Thanks.” Lucky, Nikolas and Emily moved towards the elevators at the same time and the brothers hung back letting Emily enter the car first.

“Thank you—for being there with me. I know I should have given it more thought or at least told them about it but I just—” Elizabeth closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. “I just had to know for myself if I could handle it.”

“She’s very much like you,” Jason told her. He sat in the chair next to her. “She doesn’t do what everyone expects.”

Elizabeth managed a weak smile. “Yeah—maybe she’s trying to prove a point no one but her mother gets.”

The familiar words weren’t lost on either of them and he smiled then. “What point would that be?”

“That her mother doesn’t always have to lose at everything.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “Now that we’re sure she’s going to make it—I need—I need to start making some decisions. I have to find somewhere to live—get a new job—”

“You don’t work at Kelly’s anymore?”

“I do but that’s not really a realistic job for a single mother who has to support herself and a baby,” Elizabeth told him. “And I know what you’re going to say so—I’m only accepting money from you and Sonny because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. But her medical bills is where it stops, okay?”

“Okay but if there is anything you need, you can come to either of us, you know that right?”

Someone cleared their throat behind them and Elizabeth and Jason turned to see Sam McCall standing somewhat uncomfortable with an arrangement of flowers. She stepped forward to hold them out to Elizabeth. “Sonny wanted to bring them by himself but he had to go to the warehouse.”

“Thank you.” She took the arrangement of lilies and tulips and smiled. “They’re beautiful.”

Sam nodded. “Yeah—he’s got pretty good taste in flowers, I guess or maybe the florist picked it out. Anyway—congratulations on having your baby. Sonny didn’t say if it was a boy or a girl…?”

“Girl,” Elizabeth supplied. “Brianna Audrey.”

“Pretty name.” Sam glanced nervously at Jason before rubbing the back of her neck. “Uh…that was really it. Sonny just wanted to drop those off now and tell you thank you.”

“Thank you?” Elizabeth frowned and looked at Jason. “That should be the other way around. He’s helping me pay her medical bills.”

“You’ll have to ask him, I’m just the messenger.” Sam shrugged and slid her hands in her back pockets. “But he’s probably thanking you for letting him help you or something, right Jase?”

“Yeah, probably.” Jason shifted and it dawned on Elizabeth that they were probably both uncomfortable being in the same room with each other—since Jason was also Carly’s best friend and Sam was Sonny’s latest girlfriend.

“Right.”

“What, Sonny’s not enough for you—you have to go after my husband too?”

Courtney’s shrill voice sounded from behind Sam and the brunette grimaced and rolled her eyes. “Here we go again,” she muttered.

“Courtney—” Elizabeth began, standing.

“Do you really have no decency?” Courtney demanded. She planted her hands on her hips and glared at the other woman—whom she towered over. “Women like you—”

“Hey, look, I’m sorry we ran into each other because—believe me—hearing another lecture about how I’m this huge slut was not on my list today but why don’t you get a grip on reality and just imagine for one minute that I’m not here to steal your husband?” Sam shot back.

“Oh and what else could you possibly be here for?” Courtney retorted. “You don’t know Elizabeth and trust me, you won’t win any points for pitying her.”

“Oh, now wait a minute,” Elizabeth said angrily. “Why don’t you shut up for five seconds before coming to conclusions that just make you look like a horrid shrew?”

“Excuse me?” Courtney said, shifting her glare from one brunette to the other.

“It just so happens that Sam is here to talk to me,” Elizabeth said. “We met while I was still working at Kelly’s and she brought me flowers for Brianna. You know—that friendship with Carly is really working out for you.”

“Oh what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that Carly had a tendency to jump all over any woman in Jason or Sonny’s immediate area. She tried to intimidate me into staying away from both of them for years but—look how well that worked out. Why don’t you worry about your own marriage without jumping down everyone’s throats?” She turned to Jason who had a tired look on his face. “Tell Emily I’m at the nursery. Sam—you want to see Brianna?”

“Uh…yeah, sure.” Sam blinked and followed the irate mother down the hall.

“The absolute nerve,” Courtney muttered.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked, rising from his seat.

“Sonny told me you were here—why did you let Elizabeth rip into me like that?” his wife demanded.

“Because you started it,” Jason stated. “You attacked Sam who wasn’t doing anything wrong—”

“Except sleeping with a married man,” Courtney remarked scathingly.

“That’s none of your business. Sonny and Carly are separated,” Jason reminded her. “They’re adults and they get to do what they want to do. Sonny likes Sam and if you were any kind of sister, you’d lay off of her. But you walked up and launched into this whole attack before you even knew why Sam was here and then you set into Elizabeth who just lost her husband and nearly lost her child.” He shook his head, a little disgusted. “Grow up, Courtney. It’s not always about you.”

— General Hospital: NICU —

“Um—I’m sorry about that back there. The last thing you probably need is hearing her voice,” Sam remarked as Elizabeth led her to the nursery window.

“I’m used to her,” Elizabeth said. “Wasn’t too long ago I was the one who was being accused of going after Jason. I feel for you since you probably have to deal with Carly and Courtney.”

Sam grimaced. “If I don’t see one, I see the other. I’m living in Hell.”

“That’s Brianna,” Elizabeth gestured.

“She’s so small,” Sam breathed. “She looks like a little china doll.”

“Yeah—we took her off the machines a little while ago and—she took a breath.” Elizabeth smiled then. “No one expected her to survive and here she is—still going.”

“I know how that is—fighting every day just so you can feel like you’re living and not existing,” Sam nodded. “That’s part of the reason I’m still sticking with Sonny even though I have to deal with the Double mint Twins on crack.”

Elizabeth laughed then—one of the first genuine laughs she’d experienced in days. “I’ve never heard that before.”

“It’s true. They’re just like those girls from the commercials—only scarier, you know? And listening to them talk?” Sam rolled her eyes. “It’s like these little dogs yapping. I want to throttle them but I try to control myself because I don’t want Sonny to know they’re doing it.”

“Sonny’s a good man—I never understood what he saw in Carly but they were together for so long…” Elizabeth shook her head. “Carly and I have never gotten along. Since the day I became friends with Jason, she’s tried to force me from his life.”

“But you keep fighting back because it looks like you guys are still pretty close,” Sam nodded. “I have no idea what he sees in that wife of his. My God.” She sighed. “But—Sonny—he’s worth it. He doesn’t make me feel like…I’m something he needs to fix. Like—he doesn’t see my past—and it’s a pretty bad one.”

“Well Sonny’s past isn’t exactly stellar so he really shouldn’t judge.” Elizabeth smiled. “I’m glad he’s happy.”

Sam frowned. “How do you know he’s happy?”

“I saw him today,” Elizabeth reminded her. “He looks a lot better than he has in a while.”

“Oh…well, that could just be the sex,” Sam said seriously. “Or—like the idea of not having Carly to deal with.”

“It could be you.”

“Yeah—probably the sex,” Sam nodded.

This entry is part 5 of 6 in the Fiction Graveyard: The End of Everything

February 10, 2004

— Quartermaine Estate: Dining Room —

Brianna Audrey Lansing not only survived the next night, she survived the next six days. Each morning, another doctor would marvel at this incredible miracle of the baby who’d only been twenty-four weeks old when she’d been born.

On February 10, the bills started pouring in and suddenly–reality not only hit Elizabeth, it slammed into her.

“The way we lived–I assumed Ric had money…” Elizabeth sat at the Quartermaine breakfast table and stared at the letters in her hand. “But–there’s nothing left.”

Alexis handed Ric’s will back to Nikolas who looked over it himself though he knew his aunt had missed no angles. “It seemed that Ric changed his will after your original divorce was finalized and instead of you inheriting everything–it all goes to charity.”

“The house was in his name,” Elizabeth murmured. “The cars–everything. They’re going to take it from me, aren’t they?”

“I can contest the will but I don’t see how I’d win,” Alexis said regretfully. “If Brianna were his biological daughter–a judge might award part of the estate to her but she’s not.”

“Jesus…” Elizabeth’s hands started to shake. “I can’t–the bills for Brianna’s care are starting to come in–I was counting on Ric’s money–”

“You know I would give it to you if I had it,” Nikolas said urgently. “Alexis and I have gone over everything–we’re hanging on by a thread.”

“And so is my family,” Emily remarked softly. “But we’ll come up with something, honey. Maybe Luke’s got a secret stash.”

“Mmm-hmm…” Elizabeth closed her eyes, trying to stave off the hot fresh tears burning behind the lids. “And if I can’t get the money, I can’t pay for Brianna’s hospital care–she won’t make it without the specialized care–”

“Jason would do it,” Emily said instantly. “Jason would give you the money in a heartbeat.”

“You’re going to have to come up with a short-term plan anyhow,” Alexis said. “The hospital will only hold off for so long. Jason is a good bet–we can take up collections–”

“I just don’t know how to ask Jason for that kind of money–I’m not good at that sort of thing–”

“I’ll ask,” Emily volunteered. “I’ll do it right now.”

“No–” Elizabeth stopped her from rising. “Brianna is my daughter and she is my responsibility. I’ll do it.”

— Morgan Penthouse —

Elizabeth raised her hand hesitantly but dropped it before she’d actually knocked. She didn’t even know how much money she needed–and what if Courtney were there? Jesus.

“Elizabeth?”

Sonny’s voice startled her and she whirled around. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he offered. He stepped towards her. “I heard about your daughter and I’m real glad she’s hanging on.”

“Thanks.” Elizabeth folded her arms tightly and looked down at the ground.

“Ric–well I hated the ground he walked on but I’m real sorry that you lost someone that you love. I know how that can eat at you and I hope you’re doing okay,” Sonny continued.

“I–” She closed her eyes. She was going to break and she was so tired of falling apart in front of people. She needed to get out of here, crawl into a room and scream for a while so she could go to the hospital. “I–I have to go–”

He caught her elbow. “Didn’t you need to talk to Jason or something?”

“I–I can’t do this.” Her breath hitched and her body started to tremble. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, God…” her voice faltered and ended on a ragged sob.

“Elizabeth, what’s wrong?” Sonny asked urgently. He put an arm around her shoulders–more to keep her upright and standing rather than to offer her comfort.

“There’s–there’s no money a-and no one I know can spare the kind of money it’s going to take to keep Brianna’s hospital care going–” Elizabeth started to cry then. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

“Shh…” He wrapped her in an embrace. “You’ll have all the money you need, Elizabeth. Any doctor you want, anything you need, I’ll see that you get it.”

“I don’t–I don’t have the right to ask you for that,” she managed to sputter out.

“Your Brianna is only a little older than my son was when Carly lost him–” she pulled away and looked at him–the pain in his eyes was raw. “Four years ago–they couldn’t save him, there just wasn’t enough technology and I had to choose between Carly and my son–it wasn’t a difficult choice in the end, he never would have survived outside of her body–but it was the worst decision I ever made–and I have never forgotten who was there for me that night…” now his voice was on the verge of breaking. “You gave me comfort when few other people would–”

“I called in that favor a long time ago,” Elizabeth shook her head. “I’ve been so cruel to you, Sonny–”

“And I’ve been just as cruel to you,” he interrupted. “That night was not about favors and neither is this. Your little girl can survive where my boy couldn’t and I’ll be damned if that won’t happen because a silly thing like money.”

The elevator doors slid open and Jason stepped off them, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Elizabeth crying in Sonny’s arms. “Did–did something happen to Brianna?” he asked.

She shook her head. “N-no…I just–I came to talk to you actually and Sonny happened to be here.”

“Why don’t I take you to my place?” Sonny suggested. “You look like you’re in need of a good meal and you can tell Jason about our little arrangement while I cook.”

“I should get to the hospital,” Elizabeth said though the idea of a lunch prepared by Sonny was awfully tempting.

“You’ll do Brianna no good if you don’t take care of yourself. Come on.”

— Corinthos Penthouse —

Elizabeth accepted the tall glass of homemade iced tea gratefully. “Thanks, Sonny.”

“I would have given you the money,” Jason assured her. “You know that, right?”

“I–” Elizabeth sighed. “I wasn’t sure–I know you’d do it if Emily asked because she’s family b-but Brianna’s my daughter and I had to do this myself.”

“I would have done it,” he repeated. “I just can’t believe you’re in this position–when we researched Ric last year, he was comfortable financially.”

Elizabeth sighed. “When we married he first time, he changed his will to include me and whatever children we’d have. But after we divorced, he changed it back and everything goes to charity. He never changed it again.”

“Well, that’s just irresponsible,” Sonny remarked. He set a tray in front of Elizabeth on the coffee table. A plate filled to the brim with a chicken salad sandwich, carrot and celery slices–topped off with a homemade chocolate chip cookie. “When Carly told me she was pregnant with Morgan, I changed my will again and I changed it one more time when he was born.”

“I don’t think Ric knew he was going to…” Elizabeth trailed off. “Anyway–none of that matters to me. I’m staying with the Quartermaines because Emily wanted me there and it’s closer to the hospital but–as long as Brianna’s taken care of, I could sleep under the docks for all I care.”

“Who’s handling the estate?” Sonny asked. “Isn’t there something you can do about the will?”

“Alexis looked over everything–if Brianna were Ric’s biological daughter, I would have had a leg to stand on but she’s not so…”

Sonny frowned–he had been unaware of that information and it seemed that Jason hadn’t been as well. “Elizabeth, if you don’t mind me asking–”

“Oh–Zander’s her father.” Elizabeth sighed and bit into the sandwich. She chewed it and a real genuine smile spread across her face. “God, Sonny, if you ever get tired of being the local Godfather, you could really do something with this skill.”

“Yeah–so I’ve been told.” Sonny cleared his throat. “So if Alexis is acting as your lawyer–I’ll contact her to set up the transfer of funds–”

“Sonny, you really–” she broke off. “I appreciate it–especially the fact that you offered despite the fact that I was married to Ric.”

“You’ve always had a gift of seeing what others wouldn’t in a person,” Sonny told her. “You were friends with Jason and me when everyone you knew wanted you to back off and God knows, you went to the wall time and time again for Zander. If you believed there was something good about my brother–then that’s enough for me.” He shrugged. “As such–your connection to him doesn’t bother me. I’m doing this because I like you.”

“And if you need any more money, just let me know,” Jason jumped in. “Or–anything at all.”

“Thank you both–so much.” Elizabeth smiled weakly. “If everyone keeps this up, I won’t know who to pick for Brianna’s godfather.”

— General Hospital: Neo-Natal Unit —

“Mrs. Lansing…” Dr. Meadows sighed and shifted a clipboard under her arm when she found the young mother standing outside the nursery. “I wondered if I could have a moment of your time.”

“She looks even better than she did last night, doesn’t she?” Elizabeth asked hopefully. “Her chances are better aren’t they?”

“She’s surpassed all expectations as of yet,” Dr. Meadows said. “Mrs. Lansing, I want you to be prepared though.”

The smile slid from her face and her skin paled. “Prepared for what? Brianna’s eight days old. Most babies would have died by now.”

“She can still catch an infection–” Dr. Meadows broke off and shook her head. “Yes–she’s eight days old and with every day that passes, she gets stronger. But if she survives, I cannot guarantee that she won’t have some developmental problems–brain damage. She may never lead a full life–”

“That’s what they said about me.” Jason stepped up to her side. “They told the Quartermaines that and they told me when I woke up from the coma. But doctors don’t know everything.”

Dr. Meadows pressed her lips together firmly. “I don’t believe in giving her false hope.”

“Whatever Brianna’s problems maybe in the future, she is my daughter and I love her regardless. The mere fact you telling me things that may happen down the road gives me hope,” Elizabeth replied.

“Mrs. Lansing, there is only so much we can do for her here,” Dr. Meadows said bluntly. “She still lives–but machines are living for her. Breathing for her. Her lungs do not work and we cannot guarantee she will ever live without the help of the machines.”

Whatever color might have been left drained from her face. “Are you saying she may–that she may never breathe on her own?”

“She was never supposed to survive the first night,” the doctor tried to be gentle. “I’m aware that you’re having trouble paying your medical bills from the brief visit you had last week–Brianna’s care will surpass that amount and sky rocket–I just wonder if it’s not worth the effort–”

“Money is no longer an obstacle,” Jason said coldly. “And neither is finding a doctor who’s a little more capable of handling a case as delicate as this one.”

Elizabeth glanced at him sharply–surprised not only by his arrival but now his quick and cutting defense of her and her daughter.

“Mr. Morgan–I am the best trained professional here and I’m saying that Brianna will never be a normal child–”

“I don’t want to hear any more of this,” Elizabeth whimpered. She clamped her hands over her ears.

“You will hear and you will listen. Keeping that baby alive with those machines is cruel and unnecessary,” Dr. Meadows said sharply. “It’d be in the best interest of the child if you just let nature take its course.”

Elizabeth stared at the doctor with barely bridled irritation. “And if I take her off the machines–what? She dies?”

“Or she fights to breathe on her own and we see if we truly have a fighter on our hands.” Dr. Meadows shrugged. “It’s completely up to you.”

“Elizabeth–you need to think about this a little more,” Jason said. He touched her shoulder. “Emily, Nikolas and Lucky are in the waiting room–maybe we should go talk to them–”

“No. I know my daughter will be all right. She’s survived eight days when she never should have survived the delivery. And–if she’s not…” Elizabeth took a deep, bracing breath. “Then I’ll deal with that. But I will not stand here and let you tell me that I’m a cruel person. Give me whatever forms I have to sign and we’ll see exactly what my little girl is made of.”

Fifteen minutes later, Elizabeth stood in front of the nursery window, her arms folded tightly. Every muscle in her body was braced for the possibility she could lose her daughter. While she watched the doctors prepare to move Brianna from the breathing machines, she glanced up at Jason. “You know–I didn’t even ask if there was anything you needed.”

“I just came to let you know that Sonny transferred the money,” Jason replied. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m positive–if she can’t survive even a few moments off the machines, then I know what she’s saying is true.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “And as much as I don’t want to lose her, I can’t let her suffer.”

Dr. Meadows emerged from the room. “They’re going to do it now. If she manages to draw a breath, we’ll put her back on the machines. There’s no reason to wear her lungs out right now. We’ll need to do a surgery to strengthen her lungs and then possibly we can see about her being off the machine.”

“Just–just do it,” Elizabeth said softly.

Dr. Meadows nodded and gave the doctor the nod. Inside, a male doctor removed the breathing tube from Brianna’s throat.

And Elizabeth watched her daughter take her first breath.