December 22, 2014

This entry is part 4 of 6 in the Fiction Graveyard: The End of Everything

February 3, 2004

— General Hospital: Nurse’s Station —

When Brian emerged from the hallway, he found Courtney Matthews waiting for him at the elevators.

“Brian…” She moved towards him, relief written across her features. “I heard you were on board the boat last night–are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah–I wasn’t hurt.” Brian frowned. “I thought you were angry at me.”

“I–I am b-but that doesn’t mean I can’t be relieved that you’re all right,” Courtney remarked. “And I am relieved. I–” She hesitated. “So many people were hurt.”

“And some died,” Brian sighed. He looked away, his dark eyes distant. “Have you ever done something you wished you could take back?”

“More than you know.” Courtney stepped towards him and put a hand on his arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I was–I was angry last night. We’d had that argument and you’d found out about my assignment. I let you catch me in the act, Courtney,” Brian informed her. “I was–I was just so tired of lying to you.”

“What happened?” she pressed, filing that information away for later.

“Ric Lansing was there with his wife and I–I’d been drinking but I don’t know if I’d held myself back if I were sober, either. I–I told her what he’d assigned me to do. I knew about their history–everyone knew. I just–I wanted to hurt him like I was hurting,” he admitted. “But they had this huge argument and she left. He went out after her–”

“Oh, God…” Courtney said softly. “Most of the people who died were out on the deck–killed by falling objects.”

Brian nodded miserably. “Ric pushed his wife out of the way of some debris. He was killed instantly.”

“Jesus…” she swallowed hard. “What about Elizabeth?”

“She went into premature labor and she would have bled to death if I hadn’t gotten her off the boat when I did. The baby–the baby is still in the neonatal unit but it’s my fault if that little girl dies, Courtney.” His voice broke. “My fault that Elizabeth Lansing loses everything.”

“No…” Courtney shook her head vehemently. “You just said she would have died on that boat. You saved her life, you gave her child a chance–more of a chance than she would have had otherwise.” She moved her hand to his cheek. “Brian–you’re a good cop and a good man. You couldn’t have known the boat was going to explode–”

“A good man wouldn’t have hurt an innocent woman just to get at her husband,” Brian said shortly. He stepped away. He didn’t deserve her comfort or the sympathy he saw in her eyes.

“Brian–” Courtney protested. He moved past her and jabbed the elevator button. “She won’t blame you.”

He shook his head. “You don’t know that–”

“I do know that,” she said forcefully. “She’s not that kind of a person. She won’t look at the fact you inadvertently caused an argument. Elizabeth is a good person and she’ll only remember that you’re the reason her little girl has a chance at all.”

He just shook his head and stepped on the elevator. She started after him but the doors slid shut.

February 4, 2004

— General Hospital: Neonatal Unit —

Elizabeth glanced from side to side, nervously. She’d snuck out of her hospital room during a lag between visitors. She’d convinced her grandmother and Emily to go home and she knew Lucky wasn’t due for another hour.

She just wanted this opportunity to look at her daughter. Two days old and still fighting. Dr. Meadows said it was a good sign.

But Brianna still didn’t have more than a thirty-two percent chance of survival.

“Emily was right.”

She turned to find Jason standing behind her with a faint smile on his lips. “She was right?” Elizabeth echoed with a confused expression.

“She called me on her way back to the mansion and told me to come and check on you.” He lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “She knew why you were trying to get rid of her and your grandmother earlier.”

Elizabeth sighed and turned her attention back to the incubator in which her daughter depended on for survival. “Emily knows me too well,” she murmured.

“She looks better than she did the other night,” Jason offered, joining her at her side. “Emily and I came here after your surgery.”

“Dr. Meadows says her chances rise every day that she’s alive,” Elizabeth said. “Still–she’s so early. Babies born this early almost never survive.”

“I wasn’t supposed to survive my accident,” Jason said quietly. “The doctors told the Quartermaines that even if I came out of the coma, I’d have so much brain damage I could never live a normal life. Never live on my own, never hold down a job, have a family or any kind of a real substantial life.”

“I mean–they were partly right,” Jason continued after a moment. “I had brain damage and I’m not even remotely the same but I’m just trying to say that doctors only go by experience. People with my kind of head injury were vegetables but here I am, eight years later and I’ve got a life. Not the one the Quartermaines wanted but it’s my life.”

“It just doesn’t seem fair,” Elizabeth replied. “I thought I was finally going to have a good life. Ric wasn’t perfect–I wasn’t blind to the things he’d done. I know what people say about me but I knew what he’d done. I chose to believe he could change and he did to some extent. He was on the edge this summer, Jason and I’m pretty sure he slid over it a few times.” She sighed. “But he loved me. I was sure of that and I thought that could be enough.”

“Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes you need more than that.” Jason exhaled slowly. “Sometimes love is just the foundation. If a year later, it’s still all you have–if you haven’t built on it–you’re nowhere.”

“I’ll never even have a chance to find out if we could have built something better,” Elizabeth murmured. “I always seem to lose in the end. No matter how hard I try, no matter how much I sacrifice, I always lose.” Tears slid down her cheeks. “I don’t want to lose her.”

He wished he could tell her that she wouldn’t. That her daughter would not only survive, but flourish. But that was a promise that he could not make. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe we should get you back to your room.”

She shook her head. “I’m afraid if I leave, she’ll go away. In another day, I’ll be released a-and I’ll probably be allowed inside.” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “I wish that I could hold her.”

“Is there anything you need?” Jason asked.

“To go back in time,” she said softly. “So that I could stay inside the room and be evacuated.” After a moment she shook her head. “No, there’s nothing I need except to hold Brianna and I can’t do that.”

“Brianna?” Jason questioned. Emily hadn’t told him that Elizabeth had named the baby and he’d overheard the same intern Emily had the night the baby was born. That naming the baby would be a useless gesture. He should have known Elizabeth would pay no attention to that.

“For Brian Beck,” Elizabeth told him. “Monica told me that if he hadn’t found me when I did, I would have died. Brianna Audrey.” Her voice faltered and nearly broke. “I think I’ll go back to my maiden name. Ric’s gone. What’s the point?”

At this, she started to cry in earnest. Her shoulders start to shake and her body was trembling. “Oh, God,” she choked. “He’s gone.” Elizabeth turned into the embrace Jason offered and cried until her legs gave out and he carried her back to her hospital room.

— Quartermaine Mansion: Living Room —

Emily sifted through a box of baby things that she’d been setting aside for the past few months. She’d been planning on throwing Elizabeth a baby shower and every time she’d gone shopping, she’d picked up some odd or end.

Nikolas had brought the box over from Wyndemere when he’d brought over clothes for himself and Emily. Neither of them wanted to be too far from the hospital in case Elizabeth needed them.

She felt a weight press into the couch next to her and she sighed. “I didn’t know if she was having a boy or a girl,” Emily remarked mournfully.

Her grandfather patted her arm. “I’m so sorry you’re hurting, Emily.”

“I bought one of everything in both colors,” Emily told him. She held up the rattles, one pink, one blue. “I figured–whatever she didn’t use–I could. We were going to raise our families together a-and now she’s lost her husband and her daughter might not survive.”

She could fee the misery rising in her throat again and she fought against the tears. Edward tucked her under his arm and kissed her forehead. “Don’t speak such nonsense,” the elder man said briskly. “The baby will be fine.”

“I really need her to be,” Emily remarked. She set the rattles down and reached next to her, holding up a hanger with a lacy white dress hanging from it. “I bought it on impulse. I knew Elizabeth would want to buy the christening gown herself b-but I saw it and I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s lovely,” Edward assured her. “And Elizabeth will appreciate it no matter what.”

“I don’t even know if I should give any of this to her,” Emily sighed. She set the christening gown back on the couch and raked her hands through her brown hair. “I mean I don’t want to give her hope and then have Brianna die. That just seems–it seems so cruel.”

“But you don’t want to treat Brianna as though she’s doomed to die either,” Edward advised her. “Elizabeth will appreciate you treating her like a real child, a real newborn rather than a tragic little life that never had a chance.”

“But what if the latter proves to be true?” Emily asked, stricken. “How can Elizabeth survive losing her husband and her child?”

“She has you,” Edward remarked. “And she has her grandmother and other family. You will get her through.”

“When we thought we’d lost Lucky…” Emily closed her eyes and shook her head. “God…he’d been my best friend and it felt like someone had ripped my heart out. Elizabeth was destroyed and drowning in her grief for so long–I stopped looking. I couldn’t handle her devastation and my own.” A faint smile brushed her lips. “But Jason–he saved her that time a-and he’ll do it again.”

“Your brother’s a good man,” Edward said grudging. When Emily turned her amused eyes at him, he narrowed his own. “That stays between us.”

“Right, Grandfather. We don’t want the whole world to know what a softie you are.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for this. You barely know Elizabeth and you’re sitting here anyway. I’m so incredible lucky to be a member of this family.”

“And we’re just as lucky to have you.” Edward patted her knee. “I’ll take a page from your grandmother’s book and tell you to have faith. Everyone gets a miracle once in their lives and it sounds as though your Elizabeth is due for one.”

This entry is part 3 of 6 in the Fiction Graveyard: The End of Everything

Emily tossed aside another magazine and rubbed her forehead, slightly exhausted. Nikolas just smirked. “I knew I should have just taken you home.”

Emily glared at him. “And I repeat–I am parking my butt in this seat until Elizabeth wakes up,” she told him. “I have a headache, okay? She gave birth to a premature baby, lost her husband and nearly died. I think I can deal.”

“Hey, I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying you could have gone home until she woke up,” Nikolas pointed out.

“I want my face to be the first she sees,” Emily said stubbornly. “If not mine, then Audrey’s.”

“At least she was reasonable enough to go home last night,” Nikolas said. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “That little girl looked so tiny,” he said almost absently. “I hope–I really hope Liz gets a miracle.”

“She of all people deserves it,” Emily murmured. She took Elizabeth’s hand in hers and studied the slightly battered face of her still unconscious best friend. “After everything she’s done for everyone else…she deserves to have her little girl live.”

“Any idea what she’ll name her?” Nikolas asked.

Emily smiled at him brightly, her love for him shining in her eyes. “Do you know how wonderful you are?”

He frowned. “What did I say?”

“One of the doctors last night–I overheard them saying the baby doesn’t have more an a thirty percent chance at survival–that naming the baby would be a waste.” Emily pressed her lips together firmly. “Jackass.”

“Every child deserves a name,” Nikolas retorted hotly. He stood. “What’s that doctor’s name?”

“Sit, Tarzan,” Emily remarked dryly. “And I don’t know what she’ll name her.” A shadow of guilt passed over her face. “We haven’t talked a lot lately. She’s been busy with Ric and me with you and my family…”

“Hey, it happens sometimes. Doesn’t mean you love each other any less,” Nikolas told her. “When she’s ready to come home–I was thinking of suggesting she stay at Wyndemere.”

“She’ll probably stay at Audrey’s but I’m selfish, I want her close all the time now.” Emily traced a pattern on the back of Elizabeth’s hand. “I’ll come with her every day to the hospital to see the baby and sit with her during any kind of treatments and I’ll make up for being such a crappy friend to her.”

Elizabeth made a little sound and wrinkled her nose. “Emily?” she murmured, her voice hoarse, the words a bit a sluggish. She forced her eyes open and frowned. “Where am I?”

“The hospital, sweetie,” Emily said, unable to stop the tears from springing to her eyes.

“The hospital,” Elizabeth repeated dully. Gradually, her eyes focused and when the drugs wore off, Emily saw recognition slam into her. “Oh…no…”

“Hey, hey, look at me, honey,” Emily urged. “You are okay, and your baby–your daughter is, too.”

Elizabeth blinked and Emily saw the hope in her eyes. “Daughter? She…but she’s so early–”

“She’s strong though,” Nikolas leaned forward. “Very strong. I talked to Alexis–the guru of premature babies and she said the fact that the baby made it through the caesarian and the night–it speaks volumes.”

“And Ric?” Elizabeth asked. “Is he really…?” She couldn’t even say the word.

Emily swallowed hard. “Yeah. He saved your life though, sweetheart. I know that’s the way he’d have wanted to go.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and fought the tears. “What happened?” she asked softly.

“When the second boat explosion hit, it knocked all kinds of things loose,” Nikolas told her. “And some of it came crashing towards you. Ric pushed you out of the way and took the brunt of the hit.”

“The fall sent you in premature labor,” Emily told her regretfully. “Brian Beck was there and he got you to an ambulance in time to get you to get to the hospital. But Ric was killed instantly. I’m so sorry, baby.”

Elizabeth cleared her throat and started to cough. Nikolas grabbed one of the plastic cups at her bedside and filled it in the bathroom and then brought it to her lips. She drank it greedily.

When she spoke again, her voice sounded a lot better and Nikolas helped her to a seated position. “I want–I want to see my daughter.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to move,” Emily said, regretfully. She looked at Nikolas. “Go get my mother and see if we can’t work something out.”

Nikolas nodded and exited the room. Emily squeezed Elizabeth’s hand tightly. “You feeling okay otherwise?”

Elizabeth nodded slowly. “I feel numb,” she admitted. “Empty. I don’t–Ric is dead because I’m alive. How can I be okay with that?”

“Because if you’d been in his place, you’d have done the same thing,” Emily told her. “He loved you, Elizabeth. You know that, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah…have you seen her?” Elizabeth asked.

Emily nodded. “She’s very tiny,” she admitted. “Very. But she’s beautiful.” She kissed Elizabeth’s forehead. “I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Her voice broke. “When they couldn’t find you–I was so scared.”

Elizabeth frowned. “You’re bruised. Are you okay?” she asked, touching Emily’s tender cheek.

“Slight concussion and I had to have some stitches in my arm.” Emily held it out. “I don’t even know what hit me.”

“And Nikolas? He looked okay–”

“He’s fine, too. Everyone’s okay–Ric and a some people we didn’t know were the only people who didn’t…” Emily hesitated. “Zander hasn’t been found yet. We think he might have just left town. Right now–the explosions look intentional and he might have set them.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes. “He told me I had to leave,” she remembered. “He wouldn’t say why–but he kept saying it.”

“Anyone on deck was seriously injured. The first explosion just startled everyone–I was standing under shelves–I think that’s what hit me. And almost everyone was evacuated before the second one which was designed to sink the ship.”

“Zander would never intentionally hurt people like that. I have to believe he thought everyone would be out,” Elizabeth said.

Emily nodded, her eyes filled tears. “Me, too.” Her breath hitched again. “They couldn’t find you, Liz. They couldn’t–and I was scared they’d call off the search. I was half awake and I just kept screaming your name. Nikolas was about to go back in to look–Jason, too. I think Lucky was already searching.” Emily kissed Elizabeth’s hand. “But then Brian came off the ship, bloody and battered and he had you in his arms. I have never been so happy to see anyone in my life as I was to see him.”

“I’m so glad you’re all right,” Elizabeth said. “You, Nikolas, and Lucky–Luke’s okay, too right?”

“Just some bumps and bruises. He and Skye were so wonderful together,” Emily told her. “As soon as the first one hit, they were organizing people and getting them off the ship. Lucky said that if they hadn’t quelled panic, so many more people might have died.”

“Luke always was good in a crisis.” Elizabeth sighed and rested her head against the pillow. “I was fighting with Ric before the explosion. He’d…he’d assigned Brian to get close to Courtney so they could get evidence on Sonny and Jason.”

“Oh, no,” Emily said softly. “Poor Courtney, I know how much she cares for Brian.”

“Brian was there–he’d been drinking and arguing with Ric. I came up to them and Brian just blurted out to me.”

“Well, he was upset,” Emily said, with sympathy. “He probably didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

“Yeah, I know. I just wish Ric and I hadn’t been arguing.”

Nikolas stopped at the nurse’s station. “Hey, Maxie, could you page Dr. Monica Quartermaine and tell her to come here?”

“Sure,” Maxie put the page through. “Elizabeth awake?”

“Yeah, she wants to see her baby,” Nikolas replied.

“Oh…I hope the baby is going to be okay. I think it’s so sad,” Maxie sighed.

Nikolas nodded. He saw Brian Beck exiting the elevator. “Hey, Brian,” he called.

“Hey…Nikolas, right?” Brian asked.

“Yeah…I just want to thank you again for saving Elizabeth,” Nikolas told him. “She’s like a sister to me and my fiancée…I don’t know what we would have done if you hadn’t.”

Brian shrugged. “I found her–I brought her out. I’m glad she’s okay. Is her baby going to be okay?”

“They’re not sure yet but she lived through the night and that’s a good sign.” Nikolas rubbed the back of her neck. “I think in a few days–Elizabeth will probably want to thank you herself. Once everything sinks in for her. You should go see her.”

Brian shook his head. “I doubt it–I’m the reason she and her husband weren’t in the main room with everyone else. I told her something that he’d done and she was angry with him.”

“That’s not your fault–Ric…he loved her but he was always making mistakes and giving her reasons not to trust him. If you hadn’t told her, she would have found out from someone else.”

“Nikolas, you paged me?” Monica asked, stepping up to them. “Hello, Detective Beck, nice work last night.”

“Thank you, Dr. Quartermaine. Do you know which room Calvin Fuller is in?” he asked. “I need to question him about last night.”

“No, but I’m sure Maxie can help you.”

Brian thanked her and moved towards the young blonde volunteer. “Nikolas?” Monica prompted.

“Elizabeth is awake and she wants to see her daughter,” Nikolas told her. “I wasn’t sure if that was okay or not but I thought you might at least like to check on her.”

“She really shouldn’t be getting out of bed,” Monica sighed as they started down the hallway towards Elizabeth’s room.

“She’s just lost so much–I think she wants to see for her own eyes that her daughter’s okay,” Nikolas replied.

“Oh, I completely understand. I am going to let her make a very short trip to the neonatal unit just to see her. But after that, she’s got to be on bed rest for at least two days to give the stitches some time to heal.”

“If she’s anything like Alexis–she’ll end up living in the neonatal unit,” Nikolas said, stopping in front of Elizabeth’s room.

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Monica laughed. She pushed the door open. “Hey, Em, Elizabeth. How are we?”

“Anxious to see my daughter,” Elizabeth said firmly. “I know–I just had surgery…but I really want to see her.”

Monica nodded. “I understand.” She looked at Nikolas. “There’s a wheelchair over there–why don’t we get Elizabeth all ready to go?”

“Really?” Emily said. She squeezed her friend’s hand. “That’s great news.”

“Thank you so much,” Elizabeth said gratefully. Nikolas wheeled the chair towards her and then lifted her into it with ease.

—-

Elizabeth stood in front of the glass, leaning heavily on Nikolas. She touched the window. “She’s so small,” she murmured.

“Well, you’re not a giant yourself,” Emily teased. “So, what are we going to name this future beauty queen?”

“Monica?” Elizabeth asked, looking at her friend’s mother. “If…if Detective Beck hadn’t found me–I’d be dead right now, wouldn’t I?”

Monica sighed. “By the time one of the search crews had found you, you might have bled to death, yes.”

“And I definitely would have lost her,” Elizabeth said softly.

“Without a doubt,” Monica confirmed, trading a concerned look with her daughter.

“Then I’m naming her for him,” Elizabeth informed them. “Brianna.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” Emily said, clearly delighted. “Don’t you think so Nikolas?”

“Brian will be really honored,” Nikolas said, kissing Elizabeth’s forehead. “I think it’s a wonderful thing.”

“Brianna Audrey Lansing,” Elizabeth tested it. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds like it was made for her.” Monica smiled. “Speaking of Audrey, did anyone call her to tell her you were awake?”

Emily flushed. “We’ll do it when we get back to the room.”

“Which you should do now,” Monica suggested. Nikolas helped Elizabeth sit back down before wheeling her back towards the room.

Emily dawdled and traced a pattern on the glass. “Brianna Audrey Lansing,” she repeated to herself. “You’d better be okay because your mother really needs you,” she said softly.

This entry is part 2 of 6 in the Fiction Graveyard: The End of Everything

General Hospital: Emergency Room

“Here.” Jason Morgan handed Nikolas Cassadine a steaming hot cup of coffee. “Did you get that arm looked at?”

“Yeah, Monica bandaged it.” Nikolas sighed. “Bobbie says Emily’s not awake yet but she’s only got a concussion and needed some stitches. She should be up soon.”

Jason exhaled slowly. “Good. I’m glad you guys got out of here,” he told Nikolas. “A lot of people didn’t.”

“Yeah,” Nikolas replied. “I don’t…I’m dreading having to tell her about Elizabeth when she does wake up.”

Jason looked at him sharply. “What about Elizabeth?” he demanded.

“You mean you don’t know?” Nikolas responded, surprised. “She was there tonight–with Ric. They had a huge fight.”

Jason stepped towards him. “And?” he prompted.

“Well, she ran out and he followed her. There was the first explosion–look to make a long story short, Ric was killed when he pushed Elizabeth out from underneath some falling debris,” Nikolas reported.

“Is she okay? Did she make it out?”

“Yeah but she went into premature labor,” Nikolas replied. “She’s in the delivery room now. I thought you knew.”

“Oh…man…” Jason shook his head. “She’s not far along enough for the baby to be okay, is she?”

“She’s almost five months…” Nikolas sighed. “The pregnancy was normal and completely healthy. Maybe she’ll get a miracle.” He set his coffee down. “I’m going to go check in with Lucky about the scene down there and then go up to the maternity floor to see how she is. Will you stay with Emily and let her know what’s going on if she wakes up while I’m gone?”

“Yeah sure…” Jason caught Nikolas’s elbow. “If you get a chance to talk to Elizabeth…tell her I hope the baby’s okay.”

“Yeah, sure.”

General Hospital: Maternity Floor

“Where’s Ric?” Elizabeth panted. She gripped her grandmother’s hand harder. “Is he hurt? Gram? Where is he?”

“He’s…honey, just concentrate on the baby,” Audrey advised. She glanced at Dr. Meadows who was talking intently with a few other surgeons. “You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. Just fine.”

“Please don’t let me lose my baby,” Elizabeth whispered. “Please Gram–where’s Ric?”

“Honey…he pushed you out of the way from debris that would have killed you,” Audrey reported sadly.

Elizabeth sat up in a panic. “He’s hurt isn’t he, Gram? Is he in surgery? Where is he?”

“Darling…” Audrey smoothed Elizabeth’s sweaty hair from her forehead. “Ric died. On the scene. He was gone by the time they found the two of you. He saved your life, baby.”

With a loud wail, Elizabeth leaned back against the pillows as another contraction wracked her small body. She’d broken some ribs in her fall and the intense breathing she was doing caused more and more pain. “I hurt so bad, Gram,” she whimpered, tears rolling down her pale cheeks marred with soot and bruises. “So bad…it hurts to breathe.”

“Oh…” Audrey looked at Dr. Meadows. “Can’t we give her anything for the pain?” she asked desperately.

Dr. Meadows stepped towards them. “Elizabeth–we are doing everything we can to stop the labor but it doesn’t look like it’s working.”

“The baby’s barely five months…it’s too early!” Elizabeth shook her head. “No! I won’t do it!”

“Listen to me…listen to me, Elizabeth,” Dr. Meadows hardened her voice. “If you don’t deliver this baby, you could die.”

“I can’t lose my baby, please…Gram, I can’t…” She closed her eyes. “I lost Ric. I lost everything. Please don’t let me lose my baby.”

“There’s a slim chance that we can save the child,” Dr. Meadows told her softly. “If we perform a caesarian and get the baby into an incubator–there’s a chance for him, okay?”

“Do it,” Elizabeth said urgently. “Gram, will you be in the room with me?”

“Of course, darling. Just let me go get scrubbed up and ready to go in,” Audrey kissed her forehead and stepped into the hallway.

Nikolas was just stepped off the elevator. “Mrs. Hardy, how is she?” he asked immediately.

“The baby’s in distress,” Audrey said fretfully. “They can’t stop the labor. They have to deliver. Oh….I had to tell her about Ric. She kept asking and I just couldn’t lie to her. If she loses this baby, too…” Tears filled the elderly woman’s eyes. “I can’t lose her.”

“Hey, hey,” Surprising them both, Nikolas embraced Elizabeth’s grandmother. “Elizabeth is too strong and stubborn to die. This child has a set of parents who are more pig-headed than anyone else I know, okay? That’s going to help a lot.”

“Thank you, Nikolas. I know–I know you just wanted news so you could let Emily know.” Audrey pulled away and wiped her eyes. “I need to go get ready for surgery. They’re performing a Caesarian.”

“Tell Elizabeth that I’m praying for her,” Nikolas instructed. “We all are. Lucky, Luke, Skye–Brian Beck–he pulled her from the wreckage and got her to an ambulance, you know?”

“Thank God for him,” Audrey murmured.

“Tell her everyone is here for her. Emily will be as soon as she wakes up–Jason told me to tell her that he hopes the baby is okay, tell her all of that, okay?”

Audrey nodded. “Thank you. I should get going.”

General Hospital: Emily’s Room

Emily moaned and moved her head to the side. “Nikolas…where are you? Nikolas? We have to find Elizabeth…”

Jason took his sister’s hand in his own. “Shh…you found Nikolas and he’s okay. He’s okay, Em.”

“Jason…I have to find Elizabeth–she’s pregnant–I have to find her,” Emily whipped her head to the side, grimacing at the pain.

“You found her, too,” he told her softly. “She’s okay–she’s in surgery now.”

His voice started to register and Emily slowly blinked her eyes open. “J-Jason?”

“Hey…” Jason kissed her hand. “There you are.”

“What–what happened?” she asked. She slid up in the bed, grimacing at the sharp pain in her forehead.

“You have a concussion. You were hit with some falling boards while you were being evacuated from the ship,” Jason informed her. “The Haunted Star–parts of it exploded and it sank.”

“Nikolas is okay though right?” Emily asked urgently. “Elizabeth? Luke? Skye? Ric?”

“They’re all okay–” Jason hesitated. “Ric…he died though.”

“Jesus,” Emily breathed. “Elizabeth must be so devastated.” She flicked her brown eyes to the blue gaze of her brother. “Take me to see her right now. If she’s not in here, she’s in another room. I need to see her.”

“She’s going into surgery,” Nikolas stepped into the room and moved to her side. He kissed her forehead. “Hey, baby, thank God you’re okay.”

“Why is she in surgery?” Fear lit in her eyes. “The baby? Did she lose the baby?”

“No…but when Ric pushed her out of the way…she went into premature labor. If Brian Beck hadn’t found her and gotten her to an ambulance, she would have bled to death,” Nikolas told her bluntly.

“She can’t have the baby so early!” Emily gasped. “Nikolas–”

“It’s okay…Zander and Elizabeth are stubborn people–their baby will be too,” Nikolas repeated his words to Audrey. Zander. Nikolas closed his eyes. “Honey…Zander was on board tonight.”

Emily’s lower lip trembled. “No,” she whispered. “No…he didn’t die like that. He…please tell me…”

“They haven’t found his body,” Jason interjected. “So no one knows for sure, okay?”

“He was last seen with Elizabeth and Ric, though, so…” Nikolas trailed off. “I’m sure he got off the boat, though. I mean–he’s just one of those annoying people who refuses to die. Like Sonny,” Nikolas added helpfully.

“Right. I mean, how many times has someone tried to kill Sonny?” Jason assured her. “He’s still kicking.”

“Right, right.” Emily sat up and started to swing her legs over the side. Nikolas quickly stopped her.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?”

“Up to surgery. I want to be there when Elizabeth comes out.” Emily narrowed her eyes at the two men. “You can either help me up there or get out of my way. Nothing is keeping me from her tonight, you understand?”

“I’ll get a wheel chair,” Jason sighed.

General Hospital: Surgery Waiting Room

Lucky Spencer blew through the doors, Brian Beck on his heels. “Nikolas! Emily!” he hurried over to them, kissing Emily on the forehead. “Good, you’re okay. Is she out of surgery yet?”

“No.” Emily sighed and rubbed her forehead before focusing on Brian behind Lucky. “Brian…Nikolas told me that you saved her life. Thank you so much…Elizabeth is like my sister–she means the world to me.”

Brian nodded. “I feel responsible,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was arguing with her husband and–I think I caused the fight between them that sent them both out on deck.”

“You couldn’t have known,” Nikolas assured him.

“Ric didn’t need anyone’s help to screw up with Elizabeth–he did well enough on his own,” Jason muttered, shifting in his hospital chair.

“Still–she loved him. Once this is over….and his death hits…” Emily sighed. “She’s going to be so destroyed.”

“She has you,” Jason told her. “And she’s strong. She made it through something like this before.”

All eyes hit Lucky and he shifted, slightly uncomfortable. “Right. Well…Brian and I were just coming here to question my dad and Skye. They’re in the ER, getting stitches and over seeing some of the other wounded people. We thought we’d come here first.”

“I’ll page you if she gets out of surgery,” Nikolas promised.

“Thanks.” He looked at Brian. “Come on, let’s get this over with so I can get back up here.”

An Hour Later

Audrey emerged from the delivery room, her eyes red and her hands trembling. Nikolas and Lucky both guided her to a seat. “She’s…she’s alive,” Audrey managed to tell them.

“The baby?” Emily asked softly.

“A little girl,” Audrey replied. “She’s alive. They’ve got her in an incubator but the next few days are critical.”

“And Elizabeth?” Nikolas prompted.

“She’s in recovery. Dr. Meadows says she’ll be fine now that she’s given birth. They can tape her ribs and give her the stitches and pain medication she needs. She should sleep through the night.”

Audrey stood. “I need to go home–go to her place and get a few things. There–there are arrangements to be made for Ric, I suppose,” she murmured softly.

Nikolas stood. “I’ll drive you,” he offered. “You’re in no shape to get behind the wheel.”

“Thank you,” Audrey said gratefully.

Jason stood. “I’ll take you back to your room, Em, so you can get some sleep. Because we both know you’ll crawl to Elizabeth’s room in the morning if you have to.”

“Damn right.”

“And I’ll go sit with Elizabeth in recovery,” Lucky replied. “The baby’s in the neonatal unit, right?”

“Yes,” Audrey said. “I–she’s so small…I can’t imagine how she’ll survive.”

“Did I ever tell you about the time that Elizabeth managed to talk me into getting into car with her?” Nikolas asked, guiding Audrey from the room. “Did you know that your granddaughter couldn’t drive a car to save her life…?”

Nikolas’s voice faded as they left the room. Emily touched Jason’s arm. “Can we stop buy the neonatal unit?”

“Sure.”

General Hospital: Neonatal Unit

Jason helped Emily to stand as they looked through the glass window where several incubators were located. Elizabeth’s daughter was closest to them, a little sign on the front proclaimed her to be “Baby Girl Lansing.”

“She looks like dolls I used to play with–only so much smaller,” Emily murmured. “How can something so small and innocent possibly survive?”

“With Elizabeth as a mother, how can she not?” Jason asked instead.

This entry is part 1 of 6 in the Fiction Graveyard: The End of Everything

February 2, 2004

Elizabeth Lansing tugged her jacket more tightly around her bulging middle as she followed her husband down the docks steps. “Do we really have to go this?” she sighed. “I’d much rather just stay at home and keep my feet up.”

Ric chuckled and pressed an absent minded kiss to her temple. “We’ll just make a quick appearance and we’ll go, I promise. I’m running to take Scott Baldwin’s office and it’s never too early to make a good impression on people.” His eyes turned dark and troubled as he gazed out over the water. “I have so much to make up for–so much to make people forget.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly and touched his shoulder. “Honey…you can’t make people forget. You can’t even make them forgive you. You just…have to move on from it.”

He turned to look at her. “Is that what you did?” he asked. “Did you just move on from it?”

“What else could I do?” she answered honestly. “What you did to me this summer was neither forgettable nor forgivable. All I could do was move on. I chose to marry you again–to spend my life with you because I believe that you are changing or at least…that you want to change.” She narrowed her eyes. “As long as you don’t lie to me…that’s all I can hope for right now.”

Ric nodded. “I will never lie to you again,” he vowed. He laced their fingers together and brought her hand to his lips. “I love you with everything that’s inside me and that will never change.”

“Well, that’s a start,” Elizabeth murmured. “Come on…let’s get this night over with.”

Zander Smith secured the explosive and checked the detonation device one more before shoving into his jacket pocket. One last job. One last thing before he left this town and put it behind him for good.

He stood and took a deep breath. When this was over, maybe he’d take on a different name. Let the name Alexander Lewis die for good.

After all…being Alexander or Zander had never given him much happiness.

He went to the stairs that would take him to the main deck of the Haunted Star. When he reached the landing, he saw Ric guide his pregnant wife into the main room. He let his eyes linger on Elizabeth for a few moments. She was carrying his child and part of him was rebelling against the decision to stay away–of handing his child over to her and her husband.

But a larger and much stronger part knew better. Knew he’d only poison the child and ruin his life.

He ruined everything he put his hands on.

Better to let a good, kind and compassionate woman like Elizabeth raise their child. She was so pure–so opposite of who he was. She’d be good to him and maybe one day she’d tell their baby about a friend she’d known once. If she did, Zander knew she’d only tell him good things.

Even if she had to make them up.

With a start, he realized that the explosive he’d just rigged to go off in twenty minutes would undoubtedly trap the Lansings inside. Panicked, he turned around and bolted down the steps, intent on disarming the bomb.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Ric murmured to his wife as he spotted a somewhat intoxicated Brian Beck at the bar. “There’s Emily and Nikolas–why don’t you go speak with them?”

“Yeah, sure,” Elizabeth replied. She moved to talk to her friends while Ric crossed the span of the room and slid onto the seat next to the dark-haired officer.

“What brings you here?” he asked, ordering himself a drink and a water for Elizabeth.

Brian glared at him, his dark eyes slightly glassy from the alcohol. “She knows. And now she doesn’t trust me.”

“You knew that was a consequence of this,” Ric replied easily. “It’s not my fault you allowed yourself to get emotionally attached.”

“You know for someone so cold and unfeeling, I find it hard to believe that a woman like your wife gives a damn about you,” Brian seethed. He tossed the rest of his drink down and slammed the glass on the bar, gaining a few curious glances from people in his immediate vicinity.

Ric cleared his throat and glanced around with a disarming smile intended to assure everyone he had this situation under control. When he felt that their attention had wandered, he looked back at Brian and his eyes turned cold. “You don’t know a damn thing about my wife so just–”

“I know that she divorced you after you kidnapped Carly,” Brian retorted. “And I bet she wouldn’t take kindly to the idea of you arranging for me to use Courtney.”

“Elizabeth doesn’t even like Courtney, why would she give a damn what I did to her?” Ric demanded.

“Because she’s not like you. Because I’m not like you,” Brian challenged. “I don’t look at people and wonder what they can do for me. Because people like me are the ones people like you use and throw away. And I think you know exactly how she’d react.” He gestured towards her. “Why don’t I go tell her?”

Ric grabbed his arm and squeezed it tight. “Stay away from her,” he hissed.”

“Ric? Is everything all right?” Elizabeth asked softly. She put her hand on Ric’s arm–the one that was holding onto Brian. Immediately Ric released him.

“Everything’s fine, sweetheart,” Ric assured her. “Officer Beck and I were just talking.”

“That’s Detective Beck,” Brian seethed. He turned his gaze on the brunette. “Your husband and I were just discussing my failure in my latest assignment.”

“Detective,” Ric began.

“You know–the one where I try to get close to Courtney Morgan and get information on her brother and husband.”

Immediately Elizabeth’s eyes snapped to her own husband’s. “Is this true?” she demanded.

“Elizabeth, honey, this is just department business. Why don’t you go talk to–”

“Don’t send me away like a child,” Elizabeth snapped. “Is that true? Did you tell Brian to use Courtney to get to her brother?”

“Yep,” Brian confirmed. He ordered another shot. “‘Cept I decided I liked Courtney–respected her too much to do it. I let her catch me in the act so I could confess. But Ric wanted me to keep going. Find more information to put Sonny and Jason in jail.”

Elizabeth’s lower lip trembled. “It’s always going to be about Sonny, isn’t it?” she asked softly. She stepped away from Ric.

“Elizabeth, he’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying–”

“Oh.” Elizabeth looked at Brian who met her gaze head on. His eyes were slightly unfocused but he was telling the truth. It sent her heart to her feet as she turned back to Ric. “Not ten minutes ago, you promised me honesty. And then you just lied to my face. I’m really glad that our marriage means so much to you.”

“Elizabeth,” Ric protested.

“I’m going home,” she seethed. She whirled around and stalked across the room. Ric took off after her.

Brian just shrugged and downed the shot the bartender had put in front of him.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Zander moaned. He stepped back from the bomb with five minutes to go. He darted up the stairs and burst out onto the deck where Ric had caught up with Elizabeth and they were arguing bitterly.

“You’re always lying!” she yelled. “It doesn’t matter what the subject is! You lie like someone people breathe!”

“It’s not uncommon for people to do assignments like this!” Ric retorted. “It’s a job I have to do and until you learn to trust me–”

“You used an innocent woman to get to Sonny! When does it end?” she demanded. “Why can’t you just do things by the book?”

“Because if I did that, no one would ever get caught!”

“You two have to leave right now!” Zander yelled from across the dark. He jogged over to them. “Seriously. Go. Now.”

Elizabeth shook her head, ignoring Zander. “I’m going home with Emily and Nikolas,” she told Ric. She turned and stalked back inside.

Ric glared at the father of his wife’s child. “What the hell do you want?” he demanded.

Zander ignored him ad took off after Elizabeth. She had to get out of there. Immediately. “Elizabeth!” he called frantically.

She turned and frowned. “Zander? What’s wrong with you?”

He yanked on her elbow. “You have to go. Right now.”

“What’s going on?” Elizabeth demanded. “Zander?”

He licked his lips nervously. “Look…I can’t explain right now. Will you just…please just–”

Suddenly the ground shook beneath them, the lights flickered and then went out. Someone screamed.

Another explosion–this one was much larger and more intense sent Elizabeth flying to the ground.

Outside, Ric saw flames licking at the sides of the boat from a large gaping hole that was rapidly taking on water. His eyes widened and he felt the boat shift to the side.

The Haunted Star was sinking.

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the Fiction Graveyard: Out of the Dark

Quartermaine Mansion: Dining Room

“Good morning,” Emily Quartermaine chirped as she slid into her seat at breakfast. She grabbed her elaborately folded napkin and shook it out to spread it over her lap.

“Morning, sweetheart,” her mother Monica replied. “Reginald can’t drive you to school today because Lila has an early doctor’s appointment so you might want to ask your brother.”

“Sure,” Emily replied. She searched the table and frowned when she didn’t see Jason already seated. Her grandparents, Edward and Lila, were seated at the other end of the table, her father was at the other with Emily and Monica seated on either side of them. Her cousin Ned Ashton and his wife Lois were in the middle of the table. Her brother AJ was missing but with no early classes in college, he rarely ever woke before ten in the morning.

But Jason was never late for breakfast.

“Today is Beth’s birthday,” Emily told her mother. “So I was wondering if we could do something for her.”

“Aren’t Jeff and Katherine doing anything?” her father Alan asked.

Emily shook her head. “Nope. Her dad’s going out of town this afternoon and you know her mom. If she can’t make it into a social situation, it’s not worth it. And since it’s only Beth’s fifteenth birthday…” she shrugged.

“We’ll have her over for dinner. Cook can make her favorite meal,” Monica suggested. “Just tell Reginald what it is and he’ll take care of it.”

“Sorry, I’m late,” Jason remarked entering the room. He tucked his t-shirt into his khakis and took his normal seat. He started piling eggs and bacon onto his plate. “My alarm didn’t go off.” It wasn’t true—he’d been concerned that Elizabeth would have trouble climbing back down the ladder and he’d snuck her down the service stairs and watched until she rounded the lake.

“It’s fine. You have to drive me to school today,” Emily told him, aiming a fork speared with a piece of sausage at him. “So don’t forget. Oh, and we’re picking up Beth. It’s her birthday, so I hope you got her something.”

Jason frowned. “That’s today?”

Emily sighed in exasperation. “Jason, why don’t you like her? I mean, I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“Well, she’s rude, she’s obstinate,” Jason began, ticking it off on his fingers.

“Will two stop fighting at the table?” Edward barked from his end. “Emily, Jason and Lizzie have never gotten along and they never will. So give it up.”

Emily sighed. “Well, I still can’t believe you forgot her birthday. She got you something for yours in August.”

“Just finish your breakfast. I don’t want to be late for school.”

Webber Estate: Driveway

Jason parked his car a little ways down from the Webber house so that he could have a moment with Elizabeth away from Emily’s eyes. Part of their arrangement was that everything went on as normal between them in public. So they fought back and forth, made fun of each other—they did what was expected. Elizabeth had insisted on that—she said that if they suddenly became friends now, people would think something was wrong.

“I’ll go get her,” Jason told his sister. “Wait.”

“Don’t start a fight with her,” Emily yelled after him.

He shook his head and closed the car door. He walked the very steps to the end of the hedge that separated the Webber house from the driveway and turned onto the doorstep.

Elizabeth was already waiting and frowned when she saw Jason. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m driving you two to school,” he answered. “How do you feel?” he asked, taking in the bulky turtleneck she wore to hide the bruises and cuts.

“Stiff,” Elizabeth admitted. She came down the steps, but he stopped her from walking past the hedge. “What?”

“I just wanted to say happy birthday,” he told her. “Emily thinks I forgot, but I wanted you to know that I didn’t.”

“I know you didn’t,” Elizabeth replied. She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry I make your life so complicated.”

“You don’t,” Jason assured her. He tipped his head towards the driveway. “Come on. Before we’re late.”

When Elizabeth rounded the hedge, Emily was waiting outside the car and threw her arms around her best friend. Jason winced, knowing that it was all Elizabeth could do to hide the tears of pain the embrace caused.

“Happy birthday!” Emily announced gleefully.

“Thanks, Em,” Elizabeth said, pulling away hurriedly. She headed towards the backseat of Jason’s car and pulled the door open. “Let’s go. I don’t want to be late for homeroom.”

PC High: Emily’s Locker

“Hey, ladies,” Lucky Spencer said. He was leaning against the locker next to Emily’s with a silly little smirk on his face. “Great party last night, Webber.”

“Thanks,” Elizabeth said dully as she unlocked the combination lock and pulled open her locker.

Lucky frowned. “Hey, birthday girl, what’s eating at you?”

“Yeah, you’ve been in a bad mood all morning,” Emily observed. “What’s wrong? Did Jason start with you or something?”

“No. I just…I had fight with my dad last night,” Elizabeth replied. She shoved her history and math textbooks into her backpack. “No big deal.”

“Well, you’re invited to our house tonight for dinner. Cook’s making your favorite,” Emily told her cheerfully.

“Thanks, Em.” Elizabeth shut the locker. “I have to get to geometry. I’ll see you history. Bye.”

She walked down the hall and disappeared around a corner. Emily shook her head. “That girl is such a drama queen,” she remarked with no real malice. “You’d think she was the first one to ever get into a fight with her father.”

“Whatever. So, Homecoming, you thought about it any?” Lucky asked.

“I thought you were going to ask Beth’s cousin,” Emily teased. “What, did Ali turn you down?”

Lucky grimaced. “Alison Barrington is the bane of my existence.”

Emily giggled and wound her arm through Lucky’s. “Come on, we’ve got history.”

“Put me out my misery, Em,” Lucky begged. “Homecoming? Am I going stag or what?”

Emily sighed dramatically. “Well, I’d hate to deprive you of my company, so sure why not?”

“Great. Who’s Webber going with?” Lucky asked pulling open the classroom door.

“No idea. She refuses to let me set her up with anyone. At the rate she’s going, she’ll be stuck going with my brother.”

Lucky took his seat in the back and Emily sat in front of him. “What’s wrong with your brother? He doesn’t have a date yet?”

“Nope. He’s got some crazy idea that Karen Wexler is going to break up with Jagger Cates so that she can go with him.”

Lucky chuckled. “He certainly has a rich fantasy life, doesn’t he?”

Quartermaine Mansion: Sitting Room

AJ stumbled into the room long after breakfast had been eaten and everyone had left the house for the day. He glanced at the clock and just shrugged when he realized it was almost noon and he’d missed his morning class at PCU.

He downed a glass of water and was in the middle of pouring another glass from the mini bar when Lois Cerullo-Ashton entered the room, immersed in some files from L&B, her record company.

She halted in her steps when she saw the eldest Quartermaine heir drinking water on the other side of the room. “I thought you had class this morning,” Lois said, tilting her head to the side.

AJ glanced at her. “I slept in,” he mumbled. He swayed a little and moved to the table near the windows where he just about collapsed into a seat. “What’re you doing home?”

“I forgot Miguel’s file here,” Lois said almost absently. “Are you hung-over?”

“I might have had a little too much last night,” AJ allowed. “Reginald?” he called. He winced when his voice caused a strange echo inside his head and stung. “Where is he?”

“He took Lila to a doctor’s appointment,” Lois told him. “AJ, it’s a Wednesday morning. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to be hung over in the middle of the week?”

AJ shrugged. “Guess I never thought about it.” He yawned. “What does it matter?”

“It matters because I think you’ve been drinking a little more than you should,” Lois said carefully. She sat down in an adjacent chair. “AJ, I’m worried about you.”

AJ snorted. “Why? Do you think anyone else gives a damn?”

“That’s what I’m worried about. They think you’re just sowing your wild oats and I don’t think that’s it all.”

“I’m just having a little fun with some old friends,” AJ protested.

“Friends like Jack Daniels?” Lois retorted. “You’re starting to drink alone in your room and that’s a bad sign. Damn it, AJ, you’re my cousin and I know it’s only by marriage but I was brought up to take care of my family.”

“That’s very nice of you to say,” he remarked seriously. “But your concern is unneeded here.”

She sighed and stood. “I have to get back to the office. Promise me you’ll think about what I said.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

PC High: Library

Jason entered the library for his fourth period study hall and headed towards the back where he knew Elizabeth would be hiding. When she’d signed up for the tutoring program this year, they’d given her Jason again since he’d brought her back from failing the previous year.

He wasn’t surprised to see her head cradled in her arms, her hair spilling out over the table. She always tried to get some more sleep during study hall. He sat down and pulled out his history book to study quietly.

After about twenty minutes, he saw that she’d turned her face towards him and that her face was scrunching up. By now, he knew she was in the beginning of a nightmare so he reached out and gently shook her shoulder.

She opened her eyes and sat up slowly, rubbing her face sleepily. “Hey. When’d you get here?”

“A little ago. You were sleeping,” he replied. He reached into the front pocket of his book bag and pulled out a silver-wrapped package thin box. “Here.”

Elizabeth gave him a tiny smile as she took it from him. “You didn’t have to do anything.”

“Just open it,” he told her, used to her protests. She slid the silver ribbon off and carefully removed the wrapping paper, setting it aside. Elizabeth opened the top of the black velvet jewelry box to reveal a delicate silver chain inside.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, pulling it from the box, letting the cluster of shooting stars charm dangle from her fingers. “It’s the one from the mall that I saw last week.”

Jason tugged his earlobe and looked away. “Yeah, I overheard Emily telling Grandmother about it. She didn’t have enough money…so I bought it instead.”

Elizabeth sighed. “Jason…how am I supposed to explain where it came from?”

He frowned and looked away. “I guess I didn’t really think about it,” he said quietly. “I just…Emily said you really loved it so I just…I went out and got it. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” Elizabeth set the box on the table and turned in her seat a little. “Would you do the clasp?”

He took the chain from her and draped it around her neck before fastening it. “What are you going to say when people ask?”

“I’ll tell them I blackmailed you into it,” Elizabeth replied. She twisted back around and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry. I love it.”

He kissed her cheek as she pulled back and she flushed a little, looking directly at the surface of the table. “Did you get your geometry test back?” Jason asked, changing the subject.

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. I got a 65. Just passed it.”

He reached for her yellow folder in the middle of the stack and flipped it open. “You knew that material yesterday. What happened?”

“Do we have to do this?” Elizabeth asked, sighing. “It’s not like I really need to pass this class—”

“In order for me to keep tutoring you, you have to show improvement in your classes,” Jason reminded her. “Otherwise, they’ll put someone else on it.”

“Fine.” She took her geometry text book from her bag and flipped it open.

Outside the Library 

“Hey, isn’t that your brother?”

Emily halted on her way to the office and joined Lucky at the glass door of the library. He was pointing towards a table in the back where she could make out the sight of her best friend and brother studying. “Yeah, he’s been tutoring Beth for over a year now.”

“I thought they hated each other.”

She shrugged. “Last time I checked, they did.”

“Then why would he get her a birthday gift?” Lucky asked.

“What? How would you know?” Emily demanded. She stood on her tip toes trying to get a better view of them.

“There’s wrapping paper next to her.”

She looked at her friend oddly. “The things you notice scare me sometimes,” she remarked, shaking her head.

This entry is part 1 of 2 in the Fiction Graveyard: Out of the Dark

She thought she might have screamed, but she wasn’t sure. Sometimes the sound was only inside her mind and sometimes it was out loud. She’d stopped distinguishing the two long ago. But it was better not to scream.

When she thought the belt was flying towards her face, she did shriek out loud. Her arm flew up to protect her face and the wide leather slapped against her forearm with a loudCRACK. She didn’t care about the stinging sensation in her arm—all that mattered was that she wasn’t hit in the face. As long as that was prevented, she was safe. The rest she could cover with sweaters and long pants. But a mark on her face took more effort.

She finally managed to crawl away and get to a corner where she curled up into a tiny ball, shielding her face from the blows. She didn’t fight back anymore—fighting back only angered him more. The angrier he was, the longer it lasted and she didn’t think she could take much more.

He rained the blows over her vulnerable body, sometimes the buckle of the belt hit her skin and sometimes he used his hands to beat her. She could hear the delicate fabric of her Halloween costume tearing and she wondered how much of it would be left one he was finally done with her. Would she need to change before she snuck out?

Finally, she sensed it coming towards an end. His breathing was heavier, his movements weren’t as quick and the time in between the blows lengthened.
After a few more moments, he backed away from her—she could hear it in his footsteps. She heard her bedroom door open and when it slammed shut a second later, then and onlythen did she peek out from the cocoon her arms had formed over her head.

He was gone.

She stood shakily. She slid a few times—had to grip the edge of her bureau, but finally, she was on her feet. She limped towards the vanity table and nearly whimpered when she took in her appearance.

The long shift dress she’d worn as part of her angel costume earlier that night was torn in many places and there were parts where a cut from the belt was bleeding through. The peasant sleeves were torn.

But her face—her tiny elfin face—it was unmarried and she was relieved. He hadn’t been angry with her. When he was angry with her, he aimed for the face. But tonight, he’d been venting his frustration out on her. Those were the safe times. It was when something she’d done to infuriate him…those were the times she was genuinely frightened for her life.

She found a pair of tennis shoes and slipped her feet into them. She wouldn’t bother changing—she’d only need to take remove the clothing when she had to take care of the various scratches and cuts on her body.

She shuffled towards the window and took a deep breath, bracing herself for the trip down the trellis. It was a hard climb under the best of circumstances, but tonight when she could barely move anyway, it would be even more nightmarish.

She swung one leg over the window sill and took one last look into her bedroom. Elizabeth Webber’s eyes searched every corner, as if every shadow were her father…just waiting to jump out and finish the job.

Because if she was sure of anything in her life, it was that Jeff Webber would be the death of her. Whether from one of his beatings, whether she fell and broke her neck while climbing in and out of her window…or another reason, a reason she’d broached only once to one person and the expression he’d had on his face had silenced that voice in her head for good.

Across the lake, a boy only two years older than Elizabeth paced his room nervously. Every once in a while, his eyes darted to the digital clock on his nightstand. It was late. Too late, in his opinion. She wasn’t here yet.

Jason Quartermaine wasn’t a paranoid boy—not in the slightest. In fact, he was generally an optimist. Believed the best in everyone—including his alcoholic older brother, his chronically unfaithful parents and his overbearing grandfather. It was just the way he thought.

But on nights when he expected her, he became paranoid and irrational. If it was midnight and she still wasn’t there, he was convinced that she was dead. That her father had finally gone over the edge and killed her. He’d start imagining the grisly way her body would be discovered, bloody and bruised the next morning. He’d blame himself when that day became. Because if it was too late and he didn’t go looking for her, it was his fault. Because he hadn’t protected her like he’d always promised.

He looked at the clock again and swore when the numbers clicked from 11:59 p.m. to 12:00 a.m.

Just as he was pulling on a pair of sneakers to go looking, he heard the scrape of the ladder and let out a deep breath of relief. She was okay. She was still alive.

He’d known all night that she’d come. The Webbers had thrown their usual grandiose Halloween costume party and as good friends of the family, the Quartermaines had attended. Jason had managed to get Elizabeth away from her family almost immediately and they spent the entire night in the company of his siblings, AJ and Emily.

But he always kept an eye on Jeff and took in the tense set of the older man’s shoulders, the anger simmering beneath the surface in his eyes. Jeff Webber exuded violence and Jason often wondered how he was the only person who understood the man’s true nature.

It’d gotten to the point of the past year that Jason recognized the patterns in Jeff’s behavior. When he looked like that—when he got a certain expression on his face—Jason knew he’d be seeing her.

He saw her crown of her head appear in his window. He stepped forward and he blanched when he saw the way she struggled to get over the windowsill. The blood was seeping through the delicate fabric and with all the tears, Jason was surprised to see that the dress was still holding together more or less.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. When she was safely over the sill and seated on the window seat, he kneeled in front of her. Like Elizabeth, he was relieved to see her face was clear. As crazy as it might seem to someone normal, he knew there was trouble when Jeff left a mark on her skin where anyone could see it.

She nodded. “I need…” she hesitated, her voice shaky and hoarse. “I need to change.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jason replied. He touched her face lightly, drew the back of his fingers over her smooth porcelain skin. “How bad do you feel?”

She tried to shrug, but found she couldn’t lift her shoulders that high. Still on his knees, Jason leaned back and tugged the first aid kit out from underneath his bed. There was a duffle bad there too, complete with a few sets of clothing and a nightgown. They always prepared for the worst.

He flipped it open and took out the bottle of peroxide and some gauze. He started on the cuts on her arms and legs. She didn’t even flinch from the sting of the liquid and it didn’t surprise him. At this point, Elizabeth was more accustomed to feel of peroxide against her skin than his brother AJ was to the taste of vodka slipping down his throat.

Jason probably could have cleaned it with some soap and water but as an aspiring doctor who’d grown up as the son of two doctors, he went for the better method. The deeper cuts, he wrapped some gauze around them and the lighter ones, he just cleaned and blotted.

When he’d reached all the cuts he could handle without removing the dress, he cleared his throat. “Can you do…the ones in the front?”

She nodded dully. “But not the ones on my back,” she said softly. “It hurts to reach out.”

Jason stood and pulled her to her feet. “Turn around,” he told her. When he was faced with her back, he swallowed hard. Her back was covered in lashes, there was almost no fabric left. He slowly pulled it away until her back was bare and she had one arm slung across her chest to keep the dress up.

When he was finished, he moved back and got the duffle bag from underneath the bed. He grabbed the first aid kit as well and Elizabeth followed him to his bathroom. “Are you going to be okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded.

Later, after she was tucked away in bed, Jason was sprawled out on the cot he had stashed in his closet. He listened to the sound of her breathing and was relieved to find it deep and even—he hoped the dreams wouldn’t plague her tonight.

Elizabeth had been coming to him for almost a year now, but Jason had been aware of the abuse for two years. She was thirteen at the time and they were sitting in the school library. He was a honors student in his sophomore year and had been assigned to tutor Elizabeth in all her subjects—he was surprised to find her failing most of them.

She’d been wearing a dark blue sweater and while they were working on math equation, she’d absently pushed the sleeve up and he’d seen the bruises.

“What’s that?” he asked, frowning. She looked up at him oddly.

“What’s what?” Elizabeth asked. She moved her hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and her eyes widened when she realized her shirt sleeve was up. She hastily pulled it down. “Nothing. I fell.”

Jason shook his head and reached for her wrist. He was stronger than her and despite her protests, managed to keep her still long enough to push it back up and examine the bruises.

“These look like finger marks,” Jason decided. He met her eyes. “They are, aren’t they?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Elizabeth replied uncomfortably. “Can we just finish this?”

“Lizzie…who did this to you?” Without waiting for an answer, his other hand shot out and gripped the forearm of her other, shoving the sleeve up. On this arm there were a multitude of cuts mixed with the bruises.

Her eyes filled with tears. “Let me go,” she pleaded softly.

“Lizzie—“

“Stop calling me that,” Elizabeth said suddenly. A tear slipped past her lashes and streaked down her cheek. “I hate it.”

“Elizabeth, who did this to you?” Jason asked again, disturbed at the other distress of the younger teen. “Was it someone we know?”

“Please…don’t,” she said brokenly.

He narrowed his eyes. “Was it someone in your family? Steven?”

She shook her head rapidly and tried to tug her hands from his grasp but he kept his fingers wrapped around her wrists. “Jason, it doesn’t matter—“

“Is it the reason you’re failing?” he asked pointedly. “Why you have circles under your eyes?”

“Stop it.”

“You can trust me,” he told her intently. “You know you can. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to.”

She hesitated, chewed on her lower lip. “Not even AJ? Or Emily?”

“No one, I promise,” Jason replied. His grip loosened, she could have easily pulled her hands free but didn’t. “Tell me.”

“My father,” Elizabeth said after a moment. “It was my father.”

He shifted on the cot, trying to fit his long frame more comfortably. It’d taken a lot of coaxing and some time before Elizabeth finally confided the whole story. She’d been wary of telling him in the first place. Their friendship had been civil during the best of times—she was more Emily’s friend than his. But because their families were friends, they’d all grown up together.

But now…they were easily closer to each other then either of them was to Emily or AJ. A year passed as he watched her sink further and further into depression. Her grades continued to fall because she was too scared to sleep at tonight and often fell asleep in class. She barely passed eighth grade and her freshman year didn’t look any more promising.

It was after the first marking period last year that Jason had finally told her that he was going to set a ladder outside his window that night and if she got too scared to sleep, she could climb down her trellis and come to him. She shook her head vehemently and insisted she’d be fine.

But around one in the morning, he’d been jerked awake by the sound of the ladder scraping against the side of the house. A moment later, she appeared in the window, biting her lip nervously.

“You said if it got too much…”

From that night on, she’d barely spent a night in her own room. Her grades went back up and they fell into a routine. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to fall asleep without first making sure she was sleeping soundly.

One day, Jason decided, one day he was going to come face to face with Jeff Webber and he’d show the man exactly what he thought of him. With that thought in mind, he drifted off into a light sleep, his ears still tuned to the sound of her breathing, waiting for any sign that she was having a nightmare so that he could wake her up before the rest of his family heard.

December 21, 2014

So from now on, I’m only going to do one featured story at a time in order to cycle through them less, and you guys are going to vote on them for good.

Trying to choose short stories to highlight tells me that I like my Ficlets much better than my Short Stories, so one of my resolutions for next year is to write more of them that I like 😛

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Fiction Gravard tomorrow evening! My morning and afternoon are booked with holiday stuff 😉

December 20, 2014

First things first, Carla is the winner of the random giveaway for the All I Want For Christmas ebook 🙂 The ebook will be publicly available on December 31 when I post Part Eight and the epilogue.

Second, Part Five of All I Want has been posted.  I’ll be back on Wednesday with the next part.

And lastly, I’ve updated the Story Status with the year in review and plans for next year.

Thanks for the response to my short story from yesterday. I’ve missed doing some short pieces — it was usually the only way I wrote about other characters and I have an Olivia idea running through my head. (And I also have kind of a second part to yesterday’s story in my head — with Michael and Kiki, but eh, I have issues.)

This entry is part 5 of 9 in the All I Want For Christmas

So please just fall in love with me this Christmas
There’s nothing else that I will need this Christmas
Won’t be wrapped under a tree
I want something that lasts forever
So kiss me on this cold December night

Cold December Night, Boyz II Men


December 23

The Loft: Living Room

Elizabeth stepped out of her bedroom, her back facing the room. “Someone zip this monstrosity.”

“Oh, it looks so fantastic!” Nadine squealed as she tugged the metal tag from the base of Elizabeth’s spine to just below her shoulder blades. “Even better on you than the hanger.”

“Really?” Elizabeth twirled around, trying to get a sense of the red bow stuck on her ass. “The bow doesn’t look stupid?”

Robin reached over and straightened it. “It looks gorgeous, just like you. I’m just glad we got the opportunity to see you in the dress.” She leaned back and folded her arms. “Since it’s like, the first time you’ve been home in two weeks.”

“Seriously. Robin and I are drinking way too much wine left to our own devices.” Nadine held up her glass as proof.  “So we’re either going to have to move next door to Jason or he’s going to have move next to do us. I cannot deal with this separation, Elizabeth. I find it appalling.”

“It’s just…” Elizabeth shrugged and moved across the room to the full-length mirror. “The honeymoon phase. We’re trying to keep our hands off one another at work…so we have a lot of…” Her lips curved up. “Pent-up energy after hours.”

“I haven’t had pent-up energy in months,” Nadine huffed.

“Calm yourself.” Robin rolled her eyes. “I think it’s great you guys are having so much fun so far.”

“I promised you guys I would enjoy it as long as it lasted.” Elizabeth pursed her lips and patted her hair, gathered at the side in an elegant twist of curls. “Does my hair look okay?  I told Kate’s stylist I wanted it over one ear to hide my earpiece.”

“It looks great. Jason’s going to swallow his tongue.” Robin sighed. “Lucky bitch. Fancy parties, fancy dresses. Hotties in tuxes.”

“Oh, I forgot about the tux!” Nadine clasped her hands to his chest and sighed dreamily. “He’ll look just as scrumptious as he did on Halloween.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get you guys into this party. I’ve only been there a few months, and I just…” Elizabeth sighed and reached for the small silk purse that accompanied the gown.

“Didn’t want to raise more eyebrows with your own guests when you’re going to be on Jason’s arm for the first time.” Robin shrugged. “I totally get it. Maybe next year.”

“Definitely,” Elizabeth promised as the doorbell rang. Butterflies began to flutter wildly in her stomach as Nadine bounced towards to the door.

God. This was it. She was going to the Christmas Eve gala with Jason Morgan. People were going to stare at her and she’d still have to manage to pull off the same stellar quality people were used to.

How the hell was she going to do this?

“Come in, come in,” Nadine said, opening the door wider. “Oh, Elizabeth!”

Jason stepped into the living room, clad in an elegant black and white tuxedo—minus the bow tie, which he never wore. She stepped forward, hoping her tongue would work. The last time she’d seen him dressed like this, she’d immediately drank all the alcohol in the world and jumped him.

“He’s wearing a Ralph Lauren,” Nadine murmured to Robin. “I hate her so much.”

“Shut it,” the other woman hissed.

“You look…” Jason took his hand out of his pocket, letting it fall to his side, as his eyes moved down, then up again to her eyes. “Incredible.”

“Kate’s stylist has a good eye.” Elizabeth shifted, uncomfortable. “We should go—Kiki can only run interference for so long—”

Jason just arched a brow, then looked at her roommates. “Robin, I remember. You must be Nadine.”

“I must be,” Nadine sighed. Robin elbowed her. “Right. That’s us. And you are clearly a fine-looking man—”

“She’s had a lot of wine.” Robin stomped on Nadine’s shoe. “It’s nice to see you again, Jason.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and wrapped her arm through Jason’s. “Sorry. I—Jason, this is Nadine Crowell, and I guess you already know Robin. They both work at GH. And…obviously, this is Jason.”

“Have you thought about moving to our side of town?” Nadine asked. “Because we miss her—ow!” She glared at Robin. “You’re going to break my toe, wench!”

Elizabeth reached for her black coat over the back of the sofa and steered Jason towards the door. “Bye, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Once they were in the hallway, Jason helped her into the coat. “They seem nice.”

“They’re certifiable,” Elizabeth said. She turned and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “But they’re mine.”

Port Charles Hotel: Ballroom

She was probably imagining it, but two hours later as she stepped back in from the reception area and dealing with an intoxicated server, she just knew people were looking at her.

They’d stepped over the threshold, and Jason had immediately taken her to meet his family—his freaking family, for Christ’s sake. From the grandparents Edward and Lila, to his father and frosty stepmother, to his brother, his aunt, two cousins—her head was spinning.

And then the caterer piped into her ear. The quiche had burned, and they’d forgotten two entire trays of caviar. She’d rushed off to put out the various fires that always cropped up and hadn’t been able to track Jason down since.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the newest office girl.”

The snide words stopped Elizabeth in her tracks and she turned to find a dark-haired woman standing by a Grecian column, with a black look on her face and clad in a plunging gold gown.

“Um, do I know you?” Elizabeth asked.

“Samantha McCall.” The woman strode forward, tossing her silky raven hair over her shoulder. “I used to be Ned Ashton’s administrative assistant.” She smirked. “Until Jason had me transferred to New York.” She stepped even closer. “That’s what they’re calling you, you know.”

Elizabeth blinked, trying to register the not-so-subtle hint that she was being confronted by an ex. “Ah, pardon me?”

“The Quartermaines have a term for this kind of thing.” Sam sighed, feigning sympathy. “Office girlfriend. His grandfather had a string of them until he got too old to chase the girls around the desk. Sure, he’s devoted to his wife now…” She lifted a shoulder. “Men who work a lot don’t have a lot of time to find someone outside the building.”

Elizabeth stepped back. “Well, that makes sense,” she murmured. “If you’ll excuse me—”

“I’m surprised Jason brought you tonight. It’s not his style.” Sam pursed her lips, looking Elizabeth up and down. “I wonder where you’ll be sent when he’s done with you.”

“I’m going to go now.” Elizabeth turned and walked away from the harpy as quickly as she could without appearing to flee. God save her from bitter ex-girlfriends. She was going to forget the entire encounter.

She heard Kiki’s panicked voice in her ear about a possible dessert table disaster and switched directions in order to reach her assistant.

“—where do you think this one will end up?”

Elizabeth froze in her tracks as a woman in a deep violet dress and skin the color of mocha spoke those words, so similar to Sam McCall’s.  She was speaking with a cousin Elizabeth vaguely remembered as Maya.

“Keesha, don’t start—”

“Well, I’m still annoyed he chased Courtney out of the company. I hate having to go see her in New York all the time—”

Elizabeth hurried away from that conversation as well. It wasn’t about Jason. It wasn’t. He didn’t have a reputation of dating women at ELQ like the rest of his family.

Did he?

“There you are.” Jason reached out for her arm and stopped her. “Hey! I’ve been looking for you for hours.”

“I’m sorry.” Elizabeth plastered a smile on her face and turned back. “There was a catering thing, and now there’s some sort of a dessert emergency—” She pressed a hand to ear. “Kiki? I’m on my—okay. Okay. Thanks. Quick thinking.” She smiled. “Crisis averted then. I’m sorry,” she apologized again, wrapping her arm through his.

“Not a problem.” Jason gestured towards the older man standing with them. “You remember my grandfather.”

“Of course, sir.” Elizabeth extended a hand with a bright smile. “Mr. Quartermaine.”

The man of many office girlfriends.

Shut up.

“And you are certainly a credit to the company.” Edward accepted her hand but brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “My family has good taste.”

Her cheeks heated. “I’m sorry?”

“Grandfather,” Jason hissed.

“Oh, no, no, my dear.” Edward laughed. “I was, of course, referring to my granddaughter luring you away from Ava Jerome.” He clapped Jason on the back. “Not that I’m not congratulating my grandson on knowing a good thing when he sees it.”

Her smile felt froze on her face. “Well, I’m certainly pleased for the opportunity to work with Emily at ELQ.” She stepped away from Jason slightly. “And I’m just glad she trusted me enough to take a few weeks off.”

“Well, she knew you’d be in Jason’s capable hands.” Edward elbowed his grandson as if he’d made a grand joke, but Jason just winced.

Christ on a crutch. If she already felt completely out of place, the Quartermaine patriarch wasn’t improving things at all.

“Jason’s been a great help.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “I just hope I’ve kept up the ELQ standards.”

“Of course, of course.” Edward winked at Jason. “Don’t let this one get transferred.”

“What?” Jason demanded, but Elizabeth just sighed and pulled away again. She pressed her ear piece, as if getting a message.

“I—I have to check on something.” She squeezed his hand. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Elizabeth, wait a second—”

But she’d already melted into the sea of Port Charles society.

Jason turned back to his grandfather. “You want me to set you on fire or something?”

“What did I say?” Edward asked, blinking his eyes. “I was just trying to let you know how much I like this one—”

“I haven’t…” Jason huffed. “Exactly mentioned that my last two…relationships were also with women who worked here and that both left the company shortly after.”

“Oh.” Edward nodded. “I see. And now you think she has the wrong idea.”

“You goddamn Quartermaines and your affairs,” he muttered, trying to find Elizabeth’s crimson red gown in the sea of black tuxedos and colorful dresses.

“Hey, little cousin!” Ned grabbed him by the shoulder, his eyes a little bright from the champagne. “You did good tonight.” He turned to his fiancée. “Did I tell you, Olivia, that Jason is taking a turn with a party planner?”

“Ned—” He was going to murder everyone in this room.

“Sorry, sorry. He’s playing party planner tonight,” Ned said.

Olivia Falconeri just rolled her eyes. “Ignore him, Jason. It’s a nice party and your girlfriend is holding her own with these scavengers.” She narrowed her eyes. “Is that Sam McCall and her tits I see?” She whacked Ned’s shoulder. “I thought you had her skanky ass transferred.”

Jason turned and groaned at seeing his last ex-girlfriend in a group of people. “Christ, Ned. Why is she here?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Paulie from the New York brought her.” Ned rubbed his arm. “Hey, I couldn’t fire her, Olivia. She was sleeping with Jason while doing her best to sleep with me. I figured if I fired, I’d be a shoo-in for a sexual harassment lawsuit.”

“Hmph.” Olivia folded her arms. “You’d better find your girl, Jason, and stick to her like glue. You don’t want that one pouring poison into her ear.”

“I’ve always liked you,” he told her with a kiss to her cheek.

He eventually found Elizabeth giving one of the orchestra members a lecture about abusing the champagne. He slid an arm around her waist after she walked away from that.

“I cannot wait for this to be over and to get away from these people.”

Elizabeth sighed and leaned forward, her forehead resting against his chin. “You said it. Jason, I don’t like people very much. This is a bad sign for my future as an event planner.”

“It’s my fault,” he murmured. “But I promise to make it up to you tonight.” He glanced down at her with a half grin. “I intend to peel that delectable dress from you with my teeth.”

She grinned. “As long as you’re careful. I have to give this back to Kate tomorrow.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “But you know, there’s something very interesting underneath.”

“Merry Christmas to me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her mouth but keeping it short. This group of rabid society vultures didn’t need any more fuel for the fire.

So rather than my normal monthly story status post, I thought it would be more fun to look back at where this site has gone since I reopened it on January 19, 2014 and where it’s going to go in 2015 while updating you guys on various stories.

The Site

After I lost my crimsonglass.com domain, I had moved the archive to paper-cup.org. But I decided to close that down, which meant moving the site again. Rather than just moving the clean archive, I decided to bite the bullet and convert it to WordPress, which I tried to do ages ago but in the intervening years, the right plugin (Organize Series, you kick ass!) made it possible.

At the moment I’m writing this (December 20, 2014 at 8:27 AM), we have 651 posts, 685 comments, and 94 pages. Wow. I just can’t believe the amount of content I added this year — from old and lost stories, to new stories, to sprucing completed stories. And there’s still so much to do!

In 2015, I’ll continue adding to the Fiction Graveyard. I hope to complete that section by the middle of the year through my Monday updates. I also want to think of new ways to organize stories to make sure the little tiny ones that I wrote a long time ago get attention. Maybe finding some sort of way to do them by theme. I found a great plugin that organizes them by tag, so I’ll be looking for ways to continue that.

I also want to add more about the show it self — I have a ton of photos from collecting over the last twelve years and running various websites. I have a lot of screencaps. I have DVDs that I’ve screencapped — so you can imagine that I’d love to share even a portion of my collection. I’ve got more ideas for my little home on the web.

And even though I finished designing my own theme, I’m looking into ways I can improve it — to make it prettier and more functional. I think finally learning how to edit my own WordPress theme is probably the best accomplishment personally. I missed designing and playing with colors, so it’s been fun to get back to it and learn how much I’ve misssed in web design since 2008.

The Stories

So my output in 2014 was relatively decent. I wrote several short stories, a few novellas, and completed three full length stories: Daughters, A Few Words Too Many, and All I Want for Christmas (though Daughters is cheat, I edited it a bit, and wrote in some new material but only the last two chapters are brand new). I also wrote about half of The Best Thing, which is one of the most difficult pieces I’ve tackled until now. Until next year when I plan to challenge myself all over again. All in all, I wrote more than 200,000 words and around 500 pages in Microsoft Word.

As for 2015, well that’s where it gets fun. Here’s the traditional part of this post: the progress review.

Stories on the In Progress Page

The Best Thing — I had a thought while I was writing that changed my concept for the end of the story. Not terribly, but I’m taking a day or so to play with it because I think if I do it right, the story will be just as powerful as my original idea.  I have three chapters written that aren’t posted, two of which are with Cora, and plan to post next week, but take off the week after that and return in January 2015 with my ending firmly in mind and a mind to finish writing it the entire story by the end of January and complete posting it by the end of February.

Come On Eileen/Turning Points – These are only listed on that page because they are technically in the process of being completed but every time I open them, nothing to seems to happen. I don’t see that changing in the rest of December, but hopefully sometime in January.

Life For Rent — I’m reworking the series page (some of the stories listed there now don’t quite belong) and at that point, LFR will move there. Each part  of my outline can work as a standalone story, so it’ll move there in 2015. While I anticipate working on it in 2015, there’s just a lot in my mind before I get there.

All We Are – I got a bit stuck after finishing Chapter Five, but plan on getting through it this week. Once I finish this next chapter, the rest of the story is straightforward and shouldn’t be very difficult. It’s going to be about twenty chapters, so if I can do three a week, I’ll have it all but finished at the end of January. I anticipate posting this by the end of January, first week of February.

All I Want For Christmas – This is completed. I just have to finish posting it and put the final touches on the ebook/

Inside Your Fear – I had storyboarded this as a short story but I tried to write it and realized it didn’t quite work. So it’s going back to the drawing board.

Coming Soon – Stories In Active Development

Burn in Heaven – It was originally not on my radar, but I had an idea that I wanted to write down, and then that idea led to another, so a plot sketch came together. Now I’m working out the scene breakdown to make sure all the angles are covered. It’s a bit more ensemble than A Few Words and the tone is less relationship angsty than action angsty, so I don’t want it to be unbalanced.

Mad World – I have a working outline and a rough scene breakdown. I’ll be sending both to Cora at some point in the new year to get her feedback but I’m still covering some of the angles because MW is a massive ensemble piece. This and Heaven are pretty far along in the development process.

These Small Hours – I know the major events, but I’ve been having issues breaking them down scene by scene. I’m still working on it, but I’m not sure how long this particular outline is going take.

Feels Like Home (Tangle rewrite) – This is outlined and storyboarded. I have some scenes written, but I haven’t actively worked on in a bit. It’s in the best shape to be posted next, but I’m not sure yet.

Other Stories on the Drawing Board

The following stories are still in outline status, meaning I have the concept in my head, I have some general ideas about the flow of events and the ending, but they’re not actively being worked on due to othe projects:

Counting Stars
Fallen From Grace
For The Broken Girl
Illiusions

The following stories aren’t much more than basic concepts — I have a foundation, but I haven’t done anything else with them.

Heaven Forbid
Collision
Slide