Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Gardena Suites: Jason’s Apartment

“So do I get to be Aunt Sam or what?” Sam asked as she gestured for Cameron to crawl towards her.

“I have no idea,” Jason said absently as he went over the notes he’d made in London to improve the security at the Cassadine Industries building. “You’d have to ask Elizabeth.”

Sam wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure she’s over that you were going to be Addy’s dad thing. Maybe you could ask her.”

“That situation was my fault, not yours. But if you’re afraid to ask her–”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” Sam scowled. She scooped Cameron up in her arms and joined Jason at the small table. “So I got a job.”

“So you said.”

“At the Port Charles Hotel.”

Jason frowned and glanced up at that. “What do they need a salvage diver for?”

“Well, they don’t.” Sam hesitated. “But they did need a receptionist, so I applied for that.”

Jason squinted his eyes at her. “A receptionist?”

Sam narrowed her eyes. “Yes.” One more person smirked at that job choice and she would not be responsible for her actions. Was it so difficult to believe that she was ready to leave her old life behind?

“They have answer phones and be…polite, right?” Jason questioned further. “Are you sure you can–”

“Hey, I am sweetness and light, buddy,” Sam said through clenched teeth. “The next person who insinuates differently is going to get smacked, I swear to God.” Cam cooed and batted Sam’s nose with a tiny fist. “That’s right, Cam. Sam is just going to bap ’em.”

“Sweetness and light, got it,” Jason said dryly. “I must have caught you on an off year.” He set his notes aside and reached for his son. “What’s the reason for the life change?”

“Nothing,” Sam said breezily. “Except I figure I’ll make a better mother that way and I’m not sure if you have to be certified or found acceptable to get a sperm donor.”

Jason frowned. “A what?”

PC High: Foyer

Brooke Lynn stepped up to her locker and chanted the combination in her head, pretending that she didn’t notice the stares behind her. She had only made it to second period on her last attempt to return to school but she was determined today would be the day.

If she couldn’t face the stares of her classmates, how would she expect herself to get up on the stand next month and face Diego? She couldn’t afford to let herself crumble–she needed to be strong and she needed to focus on the rest of her life.

So what if her skin felt too tight or her hands were trembling as she tried to spin the dial? No one could see that, no one would know what was in her head. They wouldn’t know the way she woke up every night at 3 AM., gasping for air because she could feel his hands on her…

“You look like you’re ready to do battle.”

Brooke glanced to her side and saw Lulu Spencer leaning against the next locker. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Lulu nodded. “So you’re back to try again, huh?”

“Subtlety is not your strong point is it?” Brooke muttered under her breath as she shoved her calculus book in her bag.

“Nope,” Lulu chirped. “I’m Luke Spencer’s daughter. We missed the day the gene for subtlety and tact was handed out.”

“Clearly,” Brooke mumbled. She took a deep breath. “If I can’t get through a day of school, how can I expect to get on the stand in a court room and–”

“Hey, you don’t have to explain to me,” Lulu interrupted. “I understand what you’re trying to do. And I think you’re real brave, Brooke. I just wanted to offer my help.”

“Thanks,” Brooke countered. “But I don’t need any more help, I don’t need any more pitying glances or sympathetic eyes, okay? I’m fine. I can do this.”

“Right,” Lulu drawled. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” She shrugged and disappeared into the throng of students. For a moment, Brooke wished the younger girl had stuck by her but she shook it off.

Eventually, she would be forced to face these halls on her own. Better to get it over with now rather than later. She squared her shoulders and headed for her first class.

Port Charles County Jail: Visiting Room

Diego Sanchez looked nothing like Tom Baker but sitting across from the prisoner, Lucky couldn’t but find some of the similarities. Both had the same smug smile, the same superior look in their eyes, the confidence in their shoulders.

But Tom Baker had been broken, Lucky recalled. Not for the rape of Elizabeth, but for blackmailing Emily, holding her and Elizabeth hostage and then attempting to kill all four of them. He wished that Tom had been convicted of raping Elizabeth, but had been content with the fact that the man would rot in jail.

And then when he got out, he would receive whatever justice Jason Morgan had waited to give. Lucky knew that Emily had made her brother promise not to do anything–she had wanted to testify and see him put away. Jason had agreed but Lucky was neither stupid nor naïve. The other man was just biding his time–whether he was out of the business or not.

Tom Baker had paid for his crimes–would continue to pay–and Lucky was determined to see that Diego Sanchez did the same.

“I have to admit,” Lucky remarked casually, “I’m surprised that you stuck around Port Charles after going to the trouble of jumping bail.”

Diego snorted and shrugged, his eyes amused. “I’m surprised they didn’t teach you better interrogation techniques. That’s weak, man.”

Lucky smirked. “It wasn’t a question, merely an observation. Now, a smarter man would have headed for Canada. The border’s only a few hours away, you could have been gone before Maria ever reported you missing. So it’s just surprising that you stayed. Not to mention going to the trouble of giving the state more evidence against you, what with the harassment of Brooke Lynn Ashton.”

“Joyce can’t prove a damn thing and it’s Brooke’s word against mine.”

Diego’s lawyer Christopher Hartman sat up at this and frowned. “Sergeant Spencer, I’m going to have to ask you to get to your point. Otherwise, this interview is just a waste of our time.”

“Diego’s not going anywhere and you’re getting paid to sit here so really,” Lucky shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “No one’s time is getting wasted. Come on, Diego, do you really think anyone is going to believe a street rat over a clean cut girl like Brooke? She’s a Quartermaine heiress and you’re not worthy to lick the dirt from her feet–”

“Yeah, you keep telling yourself that,” Diego snarled. “Keep thinking that Brooke’s rep is gonna fix this. She wanted it and ain’t no one gonna convince me different.” His lips curled into a feral grin. “She likes it rough, kinda like your girlfriend.”

Lucky’s shoulders tensed but his face remained impassive. “Oh, really?” he drawled.

“Diego–” Hartman began.

“Yeah, you know who I’m talking about,” Diego nodded, ignoring his lawyer. “The blonde bitch. I heard all about her.”

“Yeah, I know you have, Diego,” Lucky replied, careful to keep his tone even and not give into the urge to shove Sanchez’s face into the nearest cement wall. “You sent her flowers and everything.”

Diego just shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about man. I just hear stories in the lockup. You know, about the pretty little birthmark on her tit–some of the guys have pictures–”

One day, Lucky promised himself, he would slug that smile right off the little shit’s face. He forced himself to remain casual. “I figured you’d heard it second hand. You wouldn’t have the balls to send her those flowers.”

“Oh, I got the balls, Spencer,” Diego sneered. “You got no idea what I’m capable of. Ask the pretty ADA if she still goes to the church to light a candle on June 12. Go ahead, ask her.”

Lucky rose to his feet and rolled his eyes. “It’s obvious you’ve got nothing to add to the case. Do me a favor, Sanchez? Don’t pass off your cellmates’ stories as your own. It just makes you look like the ass that you are.”

“Ask her, Spencer–see if the pretty little bitch still cries!”

Lucky left the room quickly before he could turn around and give into the urge to slam Diego’s face into any surface he could find.

Rose Lawn: Laura’s Room

Lulu tapped her fingers nervously against her jean-clad thighs and watched as Kevin Collins led her mother into the room. She’d asked her father if she could visit alone this first time and he promised he’d wait in the lobby.

“Laura, Lulu’s here to see you,” Kevin said with a smile. “You know Lulu, right? We talked about her today.”

Laura’s soft blue eyes focused and she met Lulu’s apprehensive eyes across the room. “Of course. Lulu’s my daughter. Are you her baby-sitter? Where is she?”

Lulu inhaled sharply and looked at her mother’s therapist who sighed. “Laura, no–this is Lulu. She’s fifteen now. Not eleven.”

Lulu took a deep breath. “Everyone says I look just like you, Mom,” she said tensely. “Grandma says it’s like looking in the mirror.”

Laura frowned and tilted her head to the side. For a long moment, neither Kevin nor Lulu thought she’d acknowledge Lulu but finally a smile spread across her face and awareness entered her eyes. “You look so beautiful sweetheart.” She held out her arms. “Come here and let Mom take a look at you.”

Lulu closed the distance between them and Laura’s hands gripped her daughter’s shoulders. “Hm, you’re a bit taller than I was but I suppose that’s your father’s influence. But your grandmother’s right, it is like turning back the clock.” Her hand slid up to cup Lulu’s cheek. “Fifteen, hmm…I bet Luke has to beat the boys off with a stick.”

Lulu laughed thickly, tears splashing over her lashes and spilling onto her mother’s hand. “No, no yet. But Dad says I’m not allowed to date until I’m at least thirty.”

Laura nodded. “Sage wisdom.” Her own eyes glossed over and she suddenly engulfed Lulu in a tight hug. “I want this moment to last,” she whispered fervently. “I don’t want you to disappear.”

“You either, Mom,” Lulu buried her face in her mother’s neck and clung to her. “You won’t go away again, will you? You’ll come home and you’ll stay?”

“Soon,” Kevin interjected. “But not today…” He guided them apart. “Laura, Lulu’s here to take part in your therapy today. Does that sound okay with you?”

Laura nodded. “That sounds wonderful.”

Gardena Suites: Jason’s Apartment

“I think you’ve gone round the bend,” Jason said, somewhat amused after Sam had finished explaining her grand plan to him.

She narrowed her eyes and set her hands on her hips. “Look, bub, I don’t need your approval to do this. I already got the job and that’s step one.”

“Sam, if you want kids so much, why don’t you just adopt?” Jason remarked. He closed a folder on the security team at the Hong Kong branch of Cassadine Industries and reached for the file on the Rome building. “Or try a foster kid–”

“So I can get a Diego Sanchez?” Sam snorted. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. No, this is my chance to turn my life around. To really go straight. I’m going to have a stable job, I’m gonna get my GED so my kid won’t be ashamed of me. And I’ll get an apartment and then I’ll visit the sperm bank.”

“It’s almost like listening to one of Carly’s plans,” Jason remarked to Cameron who gurgled and batted his fists at his father.

Before Sam could rip Jason’s throat out for that remark, there was a knock on the door. “Expecting anyone?” she asked.

“Elizabeth, she’s picking Cam up.” Jason lifted Cameron into his arms and stood to open the door. Instead of Elizabeth, there was a slightly taller, somewhat older version of her staring back at him. “Ah…” Jason searched his memory for Elizabeth’s mother’s name but she’d never mentioned it.

“Andrea Webber,” she extended her hand and Jason shook it gingerly. Andrea stepped into the apartment, raking her eyes over the simple furniture, the desk covered with paper and Sam standing in the background, surrounded by toys. “Hello, there.”

“Uh, hey,” Sam said, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. “I’m Sam McCall, a friend of Jason’s.”

“Elizabeth’s mother,” Andrea nodded politely, resolving to grill her son about the young woman. She turned her attention to Jason. “Elizabeth was delayed at the hospital and asked me to pick him up.” She stroked Cameron’s cheek. “I’m taking them out to meet with a realtor on the house her father and I are looking to purchase.”

“House?” Jason echoed.

“Mm-hmm,” Andrea nodded. “We’re moving here after the New Year. With Steven in town, it just makes sense to stick around. And since I intend for Lizzie and Cam to spend as much time there as possible, I’m looking for their opinion.” She held her hands out for her grandson.

Jason reluctantly settled his son into the woman’s arms. Cam squirmed for a little but settled into Andrea’s embrace.

Sam handed Andrea the diaper bag, “Ah, here.”

“Thank you.” Andrea looped the strap over her shoulder and smiled at Jason again, a polite and cold smile that told Jason exactly where he stood with her. “It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Jason. I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

After she was gone, Sam’s breath came out in a rush of air. “Oh, man, she’s gonna think you’re–” she gestured. “You know.”

“No, I don’t know,” Jason said, his chest a little tight watching someone take his son from him. “What are you blathering about?”

“It is not a good idea for Elizabeth’s mother to think you and me are…” Sam glared at him. “I know you’re just being obtuse but even you have to realize that Andrea Webber thinks we’re having an affair.”

“Well, we’re not,” Jason sat back at his desk and avoided looking at the various stuffed animals scattered across his living room floor. “Elizabeth knows that, so what’s the big deal?”

“Well, clearly, I’m just tired of being the town slut,” Sam grumbled. She made quick work of cleaning up Cam’s toys and storing them out of sight. “I’m going to go–I’ve got an appointment with Sonny to look for an apartment. It makes him feel better to think he’s got a say.”

PCPD: Commissioner’s Office

“I’m sorry about lunch,” Mac said, spreading his hoagie across his desk. “I know the last place you feel like eating is my office.”

Robin reached across his pencil holder and snagged a napkin. “Nah, it’s cool, Uncle Mac. I know how busy you guys are right now.” She popped a chip in her mouth and chewed slowly. “How are Maxie and Georgie doing with what happened to Brooke?”

Mac sighed. “They’re handling it, I guess. Georgie’s smiling all the time, pretending it’s going to be okay and Maxie’s been withdrawn–she didn’t talk to Brooke for the first few weeks, I guess she didn’t know what to say.” He bit into the hoagie, chewed and then swallowed. “Have you seen Ned since you’ve been back?”

“I went to dinner with Ned, Lois, Jax and Alexis last night,” Robin answered. “They’re doing better than I would have thought but I guess the knowledge that Diego’s behind bars and there’s little to no chance he’s going to get off helps.” She narrowed her eyes at her uncle. “He isn’t going to get off right?”

“The ADA has a strong case and Diego’s only defense is that it wasn’t rape.” Mac sipped his soda. “So when you start at the hospital?”

“Tomorrow, I had my orientation this morning and met some of the people I’ll be working with.” Robin crumpled her empty potato chip bag and tossed it into the nearby trash can. “I’m looking forward to working in the ER, it’s going to be a change of pace from the research labs.”

“You glad you moved back?” Mac asked.

Robin nodded. “I mean, yeah, I’m going to miss seeing Brenda on a daily basis and Mom being an hour plane ride away. But I miss you guys. I miss the girls, you, Felicia…” she leaned back in her chair. “I miss my family and my friends. Living in Paris was a wonderful experience and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world but there’s no place I’d rather be than with my family.”

Port Charles Hotel: Jax’s On-Site Office

Sitting across from Courtney, listening to her explain the reasons that she couldn’t possibly stay in Port Charles any longer–that New York was really the place she wanted to be, Jax wondered if things could have been different. If Diego Sanchez had never entered their lives, if he and Courtney would have had a chance at something.

“I was hoping you might consider coming with me,” Courtney ended her speech. She waited for a long moment for Jax to answer and then frowned when he didn’t answer. “I guess–I guess that’s a no.”

Jax exhaled slowly and wondered where he’d gone wrong in his life. Had karma cursed him when he’d left Skye for Brenda? Should he have, perhaps, given his marriage to her a real chance? Was he being punished for this now?

“No,” Jax said, almost in an absent matter. “No, Courtney, I’m sorry. I understand why you think you have to leave and I support you but my life is in Port Charles. I’m opening this hotel, my friends are here. This is where I belong.”

A little stung–she hadn’t expected him to say yes outright but she hadn’t expected an automatic no–Courtney sat back. “I understand that, I just thought–” she bit her lip. “I thought we were building something together.”

It was time for some honesty, Jax decided. “Ned Ashton is my best friend in the world, Courtney. And Lois is one of my favorite people. Their daughter was brutally raped and beaten. And then you bailed Diego out. And you lied to the police. I can’t respect that, Courtney. So even if you weren’t leaving, whatever we were building–you ruined any chance of that the second you gave Maria Sanchez the money to bail out the son of a bitch that raped Brooke Lynn.”

Courtney pressed her lips together. “He was my foster son. I had a responsibility to believe him, to look out for him, Jax. I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“And I’m not asking you to. I’m only explaining why I no longer intend to see you.” He started to examine some invoices for the hotel, clearly dismissing her.

“Well, that’s just fine.” Courtney stood and squared her shoulders. “Thank you for proving again to me that all men are scum.” She stalked out of the trailer, the door slamming behind her.

Cottage: Living Room

Elizabeth had just settled Cameron down for his nap after spending the afternoon with her mother, looking at houses. It was still unfathomable to her that her parents, after being abroad for seven years, were choosing to move back stateside to be with their children. So long as Sarah stayed where the hell she was, Elizabeth thought darkly, still unwilling forgive her betrayal. Pain in the ass.

Her mother had mentioned something about Sam and Elizabeth had glossed over much of the pain, telling Andrea that Sam was just a friend of Jason’s. She was choosing not to tell her mother that Jason had once claimed paternity of Sam’s child and had been planning on raising that child as his own. It would probably not be conducive to foster any future warmth between them.

Her mother had gone back to her hotel and Elizabeth was alone with her thoughts, wondering how in the hell she’d arrived at this place in her life.

She’d just settled onto the sofa with a sketchbook and a cup of hot chocolate when her doorbell rang. She peeked through the window and was startled to find Sonny standing on her snow-covered front stoop. “Hey…” she pulled open the door and gestured for him to come in quickly so she could close the door.

“Hey, I hope this isn’t a bad time,” Sonny said, “we just haven’t really–I haven’t had a chance to stop by and see you in a while.”

Elizabeth smiled faintly. “Sonny, it’s been about four years since you’ve stopped by.”

“Yes,” Sonny admitted. “But that’s wrong. You and me, we’ve always been friends and now we’re family. So I hope you’ll let me apologize for what I’ve done wrong.”

Elizabeth hesitated for a long moment but then finally held out her hand. “Here give me your coat.” He peeled off the black overcoat and handed it her, before sitting on the couch. “So what’s on your mind?”

“First of all, I want you to know how happy I am about Cameron,” Sonny remarked. “He’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Elizabeth twisted her fingers together. “I know I’ve said it before, Sonny, but I am so sorry about Adella. It’s just–it’s awful.”

“Sam and me, we’re getting by. We’re moving on, I guess. It’s not easy, but we’re getting there. She’s got this grand plan to fix her life–” Sonny stopped and grinned, amused by the idea. “And me, I’m just divorcing Carly again and concentrating on my boys.”

Elizabeth leaned back against the back of the sofa. “So you’re okay with Cam being Jason’s son?” she asked softly. “Because you’re so important to Jason–”

“After all the things I have done to Jason, I have no right to judge him. I am sorry, that he felt that he had to keep this from us and if that decision led you two to be apart like you are now…” Sonny shook his head. “There are no words to make it better, Elizabeth–”

“Jason and I brought us to where we are today,” Elizabeth corrected quietly. “We’re having some issues getting it together.” She stared at the dark fireplace. “More specifically, I’m having trouble getting it together. We’ve had such a complicated relationship–we’ve never really been together. We went from friends to not being friends to being parents–” she shook her head. “I don’t know what we’re doing anymore.”

“It’s good that you’re being cautious,” Sonny nodded. “Because you’re putting your son first and that’s important but, I hope you don’t mind me meddling a little bit–I used to be pretty good at it.” He smiled at her and for the first time in so long, Elizabeth saw her old friend in his eyes. “There is something about Jason that is just–different when he’s with you. A part of him of him that lights up and switches on. You make him happy when he’s around you. And you always have. All that other stuff? It’s important, Elizabeth. Taking it slow, getting it right, you can’t rush it. But you and Jason have something special. Even after all these years and all the things that’ve gone wrong. You’ve still got that spark, that connection.”

“I know,” she replied. “It makes me thing we can get through anything.” She reached out and squeezed Sonny’s hand. “It means a lot to me that you’re here. Jason has such loyalty to you, such faith in you. It’s good to know it’s reciprocated.”

“Jason is my brother,” Sonny responded. “And that makes you family. You and Cameron, if there is ever anything that you need, I want you to know that I am here for you.”

Later after Sonny had gone, Elizabeth picked up her phone and stared at for a long moment before dialing Jason’s cell. His voicemail picked up and she bit her lip. “Jason, it’s Elizabeth. Ah…can you call me when you get this? Or come over? It doesn’t matter what time it is. I’ve changed my mind about something.”

Monday, December 6, 2004

Ric and Alexis’s Apartment: Living Room

Kristina Davis watched her mother as she paced back and forth across the living room. Her brown eyes were glued to the nervous woman as she began muttering to herself. Kristina giggled–her mommy was funny.

Alexis had progressed to full blown panic state by the time the door opened and Ric entered. He set a duffle bag by the door and his briefcase on the table in the entry way. “What happened?” he asked automatically, feeling the desperate need for some caffeine. He’d stayed the weekend at the office, getting caught up on paperwork and finally felt like he’d put enough away to warrant the one week vacation he would be taking after the wedding.

“Sonny called on Saturday night.” Alexis cracked her knuckles together. “He wants to talk…” she glanced at Kristina before mouthing to Ric the words custody arrangement.

Ric was too tired to comprehend that but at the frantic glances his wife kept shooting at his stepdaughter, he got the general gist. He put aside his exhaustion and checked his watch. “Okay, I have an hour in which I need to shower and go back to the office so why don’t we let Kristina get some cereal and we can talk about this for twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes isn’t long to decide what to do,” Alexis stopped in her tracks. “What if he wants full? What if I were wrong?”

“You’re never wrong,” Ric murmured automatically. He kneeled in front of the three-year-old girl watching her mother with obvious enjoyment. “Hey, Princess. Why don’t we go get some Lucky Charms?”

“Candy!” Kristina declared. She wrapped her arms around Ric’s neck and he lifted her in the air. “Candy, right?” she asked. “With lollies and kisses and marshmells right?”

“Well, you got the marshmell part right.” Ric carried the toddler into the kitchen and set her in her booster chair. He fixed her a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice and rejoined Alexis in the living room.

“Okay, let’s calm down. Why didn’t you call me at the office?” Ric asked. He drew Alexis down to sit next him on the couch. “He called on Saturday, you said. This is Monday morning.”

“You were busy,” Alexis said, “And then I decided maybe if I just ignored it, it wasn’t real.” At Ric’s incredulous look, she sighed. “We’ve barely been married a month, I didn’t…” she cleared her throat. “I’m new to this marriage stuff–the real marriage deal, not the fake and I just want to be sure that I’m not…” she blew out an irritated breath. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but I don’t want to scare you off, okay?”

He was definitely too tired for this conversation. “Alexis, there is nothing you could do that would scare me off,” he said. “Can we table that for another time?”

“Yeah, sure.” Alexis checked her watch. “I have to take Kristina to daycare and go over to the hospital in about ten minutes anyway. So about Sonny–”

“We’ll call him and meet him for dinner or something somewhere where we can see what he wants and whether we can deliver it.” Ric brought her hand to his lips and kissed the palm. “It’s okay, Alexis. He’s not going to take her from us, I promise.”

She wasn’t sure if she believed that promise but since it was all she had to go on, she would believe it for now.

Cottage: Foyer

“Okay Cam, I’ve got ten minutes to get that oatmeal off the wall, get you changed and to the baby-sitters and be at work.” Elizabeth studied her son. “Which of those is actually going to happen I wonder?”

A doorbell interrupted her diatribe and Elizabeth sighed, lifted the oatmeal covered infant and went to answer it.

“Mom.” Elizabeth blinked. “I thought you weren’t going to be back until later this week. Is Dad with you?”

“Nope.” Andrea tugged three large suitcases in and closed the door before taking her grandson into her arms to coo at him. “I had to clear a few more things from my schedule before coming to Port Charles. Darling, don’t you have work this morning?”

“Yeah–but–I thought you had cleared it until after the new year?” Elizabeth asked, bewildered.

“I did, but after meeting this adorable boy and seeing you and Steven again, I decided I don’t want to go back to Spain after all.” Andrea chattered baby nonsense at Cameron for another moment.

Elizabeth blinked again. “I’m sorry…?”

“General Hospital has been trying to get your father to come back on staff for months, since Steven joined and they lost a few doctors last year. They offered a nice package to the both of us and we’re taking it. We’ll be moving here after the new year.”

“Ahhh…” Elizabeth shook her head. “You and Dad…and me and Steven in the same city?”

“Yes.” Andrea hoisted Cameron higher in her arms. “Now, get to work and leave Cameron all to me. I’ve got presents for him anyway.”

“But the oatmeal in the kitchen and the on the walls–” Elizabeth gestured, her head still spinning.

“I’ll take care of it. Go,” Andrea urged. “You don’t want to be late.”

Port Charles Hotel: Administrative Wing

“We’ll begin training on Monday, December 13,” Lea Murphy told Sam as she led the new hire out of her office. “It’ll be a two day thing–just get you introduced to the software and familiar with the switchboard.”

“It sounds fine,” Sam said–of course she was lying through her teeth. It sounded boring, but boring equaled stable in her mind so it would be just fine for her master plan. “I’ll probably be moving out of my current residence after the new year. It’s a friend’s place and I was just staying there after I…” she shrugged a little. “That won’t be a problem right?”

“None at all,” Lea said warmly. “We’ll file the paperwork when the time comes.” Her eyes lit up and she gestured to someone behind Sam. “Mr. Jacks! Come meet our new receptionist!”

Sam grimaced. Dear God, she had to deal with him today, too? She took a deep breath and turned to smile at her ex-boyfriend, whose interested look faded into irritation and confusion at the sight of her.

“Samantha McCall, this is the hotel’s owner, Jasper Jacks,” Lea introduced.

“We’ve actually met,” Jax offered with a thin smile. “Sam, I had no idea you were interested in a job.”

Sam clasped her hands behind her back, counted to ten. “I can’t sit around forever and wait for my life, right? You’ve got a nice hotel here, Jax. Good improvement over the old one.”

“Yeah, the old one was a little outdated–a lot of things happened there that I think everyone would rather forget,” Jax remarked with a charming smile for his assistant manager, who looked rather confused by the entire exchange. “I have a meeting–it’s nice to have you on board, Sam.”

He passed by them and disappeared around a corner. Sam exhaled slowly and met Lea’s curious gaze. “He’s, ah, an old friend,” Sam said lamely. “So, December 13, right?”

PCPD: Commissioner’s Office

“You’re telling me that you now have more evidence against Diego than you did before he was let out on bail?” Lorenzo lowered himself into the chair across from Mac’s desk. “How is that possible?”

“He sent threatening notes to her, a piece of her skirt. The notes had his finger prints on them. He also called the Quartermaine mansion and hung up a few times, left some dead flowers on their doorstep–also with some fingerprints on the box. ADA Joyce says she probably won’t use this in court unless she’s forced.” Mac smiled thinly. “She’s got a good case, Lorenzo. I’d recommend talking your son into some sort of deal.”

“He won’t listen to me, he refuses to accept my visitation and I won’t pay for a lawyer that will get him acquitted.” Lorenzo rubbed the side of his head. “You’re just going to have to go through with a trial.”

“Probably better for Brooke if it did go to trial, I think it would be good for her to get on stand and testify against him. It’s helped other girls in other cases.” Mac shifted some paperwork around. “I ask you to come in because ADA Joyce wants to interview Maria.”

“No,” Lorenzo said immediately. “She’s gone through enough. She can’t add anything helpful.”

“Be that as it may, it’s not your job to decide what is or is not helpful. Brianne doesn’t want any holes, any cracks.”

“This Joyce woman is good then?” Lorenzo asked. “I haven’t been able to find much on her.”

“She’s done a lot of low-profile work, this is her first chair actually but she’s got a knack for this kind of work. I think Lansing will transfer her to the SVU unit before long.”

“But I did find some information about her that I find troubling,” Lorenzo said. “That shed some curious light on her motives–information that Diego’s lawyer does not need to find out or he could use it against her.”

Mac exhaled slowly. “You’re talking about the East Side case–it has nothing to do with this, Alcazar and I won’t have Brianne badgered about it.”

“I certainly don’t intend to use the information,” Lorenzo assured him. “But if Hartman got a hold of it, it could be damaging. I’m only suggesting you and ADA Joyce think about the possible outcomes.”

Wyndemere: Nikolas’s Study

“I have to say that I was surprised to hear from you,” Nikolas said. He leaned forward and set a pile of papers to the side. “Is this a business meeting or is it about Elizabeth?”

Carly sighed. “It’s not about Elizabeth, I would never traipse all the way over to speak about her; I do have a life, Nikolas. This is a business meeting.”

“Okay, then what can I do for you?” Nikolas asked.

“Well, it’s simple really. I’ve heard you’ve bought a lot of property up in downtown Port Charles,” Carly began, “and the word is that you’re going to be doing a lot of development work in the next year or so.”

Nikolas nodded. “That’s my intention anyway. What does that have to do you with you?”

“I run The Cellar and it’s doing good brisk business,” Carly began, “but I want to open a second club–an under 21 club and I thought that you being both interested in development in Port Charles and having a sister under that age, you might want to invest.”

“Why not get Sonny to invest?” Nikolas asked. “He’s done so before.”

“Yes, but I want to make a life separate from Sonny.” Carly sighed. “Look, if you’re going to say no, then just say it but–”

“Nikolas,” Emily poked her head in the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt but I need to make sure you’re making time for dinner tonight or I’ll just head into town and grab something with Elizabeth.”

“Emily–come in for a second,” Nikolas waved her in. “Carly was just asking me to invest in an under 21 club in Port Charles.”

Emily joined Nikolas and leaned against his side. “Sounds like a good idea–if we’d had one of those, maybe we wouldn’t gone to the rave,” she said. “And that whole…thing wouldn’t have happened.”

“What thing?” Carly asked curiously.

“Never mind,” Nikolas said hastily. “I was just thinking that you said you were feeling bored–”

“Not bored,” Emily argued, “restless. Jason, Lucky and Elizabeth won’t let me meddle and I don’t go back to med school until late January. I suppose I could spend more time at the mansion but then they just get into the whole I shouldn’t marry you spiel so I’m back to hanging around here redecorating.” She wrinkled her nose. “Maybe I should volunteer at the hospital, I can’t do too much damage there.”

“Okay, well how about this for a suggestion,” Nikolas said. “I’ll put up half of the money, Carly, if you and Emily will go in as partners.”

Carly squared her shoulders. “Over my dead body.”

“I’d rather eat dirt,” Emily agreed. “Sorry, Nikolas, I don’t love you that much.”

“No, it’s perfect–you’re just looking for a way to meddle in Jason’s life and I’m sure…” Nikolas grinned at Carly, “Carly’s always looking for a way to meddle.”

“I don’t meddle,” Carly said haughtily, “I help.”

“Exactly,” Emily replied. “That’s what I keep telling Nikolas but he doesn’t get it. It’s not meddling when you want the best for the people you love.” She perched on the edge of the desk. “And if you ask me, Jason and Elizabeth are begging to be helped. And Lucky too–you know he’s never going to act on this thing with Brianne if we don’t give him a nudge–”

“And since you and Carly have that in common, I thought you could help each other,” Nikolas said. “And once you go back to school, it would only be in name only really.”

Emily hesitated and looked suspiciously at Carly. “You agree they belong together right? Because there’s no point in helping if we don’t have the same goal.”

“She’s not who I would have picked but she’s not Sam or the Saint or, God,” Carly shuddered, “the Bitch, so I can live with it.” She looked at Nikolas. “And why would you put the two of us together? I thought you were one of those goody goody types.”

“I am,” Nikolas smirked. “But if anyone deserves the pair of you, it’s Jason.”

Emily frowned. “I bet that’s insult but I’m going to choose to think of it as a compliment.” She hopped off the desk and crossed to Carly. “What do you say? Partners for six weeks?”

“Sure, why not?” Carly stood and smiled at Nikolas. “You’re going to give me my independence from Sonny, the least I can do is give your little princess something to occupy her time with.”

Nikolas hesitated. The combination of Carly and Emily…”Maybe this isn’t such a good idea–”

“Oh, no,” Emily said, shaking her head. “The more I think about it, the more I like it. I can’t possibly be bored around Carly. If she’s not destroying one life, she’s destroying another. I’ve always wanted to see how she worked.”

Carly frowned. “I don’t destroy. Not intentionally. It just seems to happen on its own.”

PCPD: Squad Room

Brianne put her coat over her arm and waded through the various desks before reaching an older man in the corner. He was seated at his desk, scribbling something. “Sergeant Beaudry?” Brianne asked.

Ryan Beaudry set his pen down and looked at the ADA. His lips curled into a smile that made Brianne wish there were at least another six feet of space between them. “What can I do for you, honey?”

Brianne cleared her throat. “The commissioner tells me that you took over the bulk of work on the Sanchez case from Detective Spencer.”

“Well, once Spencer decided do the guard detail twenty-four seven, someone had to do the grunt work.” Beaudry’s eyes stayed level on hers but she felt the weight of his gaze slide up and down her body. Nausea pooled in her stomach and she swallowed hard. “So he’s staying at your place?”

“On the couch,” Brianne confirmed primly. She sat in the wooden chair adjacent to Beaudry’s desk. “It says in your file that you’ve been on the force for twenty-five years, the last six of which were served in Atlanta. Why’d you transfer back?”

“My son–” Beaudry nodded towards a cluster of patrolmen near the door. “He was assigned to Port Charles, I thought it would be a good time to revisit my old stomping grounds.” He licked the corner of his mouth and Brianne tensed. “What does this have to do with Sanchez?”

“I just like to have complete notes,” Brianne fumbled with the clasp of her briefcase and removed the file. “There’s not much left to do regarding Sanchez. A few depositions and making sure that someone’s keeping an eye on his sister, Maria. I made a list of people who still need to be followed up with and next to each, I have a list of questions I need more information with–”

“Why bother with the middle man?” Beaudry asked. He sat back in his chair. “Why not just take care of this yourself?”

Brianne frowned. “Because it’s…” she looked towards the doorway, hoping Lucky would reappear to take her to dinner at his family’s house. She wanted to be away from this man, from his eyes, from his voice, she wanted this over.

She took a deep breath. “Because the commissioner has promised me all the help I can get on this case. I don’t have to remind you that Brooke Lynn Ashton has ties to certain high-ranking members of the community that could make life a living hell for us all if we fumble on an portion of this case.”

“Fine,” Beaudry shrugged. He reached for the list and made sure to let his fingers brush hers as they passed it between them. His fingertip slid down her ring finger and Brianne actually felt bile in her throat.

Lucky appeared in the doorway and Brianne almost leapt from the seat in her haste to get away from Sergeant Ryan Beaudry. Had she backslid so far since this had began that she was getting panicked by an old man making a pass?

Kelly’s: Courtyard

She should have seen this coming, Carly decided as she stepped out of Kelly’s Diner and saw Robin Scorpio entering the courtyard. Her day had been going too well.

“I’m going to ignore you,” Carly told her. “Today is a good day and good days do not include you. You’ll go back to Paris eventually and–”

“Oh, I’m so glad that I get to be the one to tell you this,” Robin interrupted with a bright smile. She clasped her hands together and tilted her head to the side. “Brenda’s going back later this week but I was offered a staff position at General Hospital.”

Carly stared at her. “You’re staying in Port Charles.”

“I’m having my things shipped from Paris so I won’t have to leave at all,” Robin continued in a cheerful tone. “In fact–I think the apartment I’m looking at is just down the street from your house or so my uncle tells me.”

“I feel nauseous.” Carly touched her stomach. “I think my life is flashing before my eyes.”

“Don’t worry, Carly, I can’t imagine that we’ll have any reason to be near each other’s lives,” Robin told her. “You’re not sleeping with my boyfriend, any of my friends or currently destroying their lives, so we should be able to keep our respective distances.”

Carly tossed her hands up in air, disgusted. “I was right about that apocalypse.” She stalked out of the courtyard, muttering under her breath.

“It’s good to be back,” Robin decided.

Sonny’s Penthouse: Living Room

Justus put the divorce papers in his brief case. “I’ll just file these at the courthouse and it should be final.”

Sonny sipped his water. “Has Carly filed hers?” he asked quietly.

“Lainey and I are going to file together before we head out to dinner,” Justus answered. He snapped his brief case shut. “One of the benefits of dating your opposing counsel.”

Sonny frowned. “What’re you doing dating her?”

Justus shrugged. “She’s a beautiful lady, Sonny. I’m sure I don’t have to give you my reasons.” He hesitated. “It’s not going to effect the job I do for you, Sonny. Not as your divorce attorney or as your…” he cleared his throat. “Lainey’s a good woman and I’ve been seeing her almost since that first meeting in your office. I didn’t realize it would be an issue.”

“It’s not–I just hope you’re being up front with her about what you do for a living.” Sonny refilled his water glass, wishing like hell it was bourbon. “Better to find out sooner rather than later if she can handle it.”

“There’s nothing to handle,” Justus said quietly, “I handle your legal problems, I do some research. There’s nothing illegal in it, Sonny.”

“And there wasn’t when Alexis did it either,” Sonny told him. “But she left because she couldn’t handle it. You did that once, too. It takes a strong person to come to terms with the fact that you might not be breaking the law, but you’re aware that your client is. All I’m sayin’ is–it’s better to know now.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.” Justus buttoned his long overcoat over his suit. “Have a good night, Sonny.”

Adair Suites: Lorenzo’s Penthouse

“It’s time we talked.”

Maria looked up nervously from her place on the sofa and watched her father cross from the fireplace to the spot in front of her. “Talk about what?” she asked innocently.

“Where your foster parents think you are, what you’re doing in Port Charles and what you’re going to do now.”

Maria twisted her hands. “Well, my last set of fosters were in Chicago,” she said. “But we didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things so when I got the letter from Diego, I sort of took off and came right here, so my fosters don’t know where I am. I came to Port Charles so that I could help Diego and I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

Lorenzo exhaled slowly. “Well, that’s putting it succinctly. I’ll call your foster parents and I’ll get in touch with the social service agency. My name is on your birth certificate, I’ll tell them you’ll be staying with me.”

“But–” Maria bit her lip. “Diego said that we shouldn’t–that we should make you pay for leaving us and for leaving Mama.”

“Maria,” Lorenzo kneeled in front of her. “I didn’t know about you and by the time I did….I thought you didn’t want me. I did what I could to make your lives comfortable but I would have rather you both came to live with me years ago.”

“But Diego…” Maria shrugged. “Why would you want me around after what he did? Papa Rocco didn’t like him, said that he was sneaky and wouldn’t turn out good. He said I was the same way.”

“He was wrong.” Lorenzo took her hands in his. “If you don’t want to live with me, Maria, that’s fine. I’ll make other arrangements for you. But I wish that you would.”

“We could try it,” Maria said hesitantly. “For a little while and if you get tired of me, you can just send me away like the other fosters did.”

“I can make you a promise right now,” Lorenzo said. “I will never be the one to send you away.”

Gardena Suites: Brianne’s Apartment

“Thanks for coming over for dinner,” Lucky said as he helped Brianne out of her coat. He smiled a little when she didn’t tense at the light brushing of his fingers against her shoulder blades. Progress.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Brianne said, smiling faintly. “Your dad’s a trip, was he really the mayor?”

Lucky sighed dramatically. “He’ll never live that down.” He hung their coats in Brianne’s hall closet. “Yeah, he and my mom had quite the number of adventures.”

“He wasn’t looking at me weird tonight like he did when I was at the first family meeting.” Brianne picked her bag up and walked into the living room. “What did you say to him?”

Lucky followed her and turned the television on, tuning it to the local news. “I told him most of the truth. We met through the Sanchez case, things got a little intense and Mac thought I should keep an eye on you. I told him that you had been involved in a case that was recently reactivated and until it’s closed, I’m staying with you to keep you safe.” He eyed her as she emptied her work out onto the coffee table. “I would never tell him what happened to you if you didn’t want me to.”

“I don’t…I guess I wouldn’t mind,” Brianne flipped through some of her witness statements. “It’s not like it’s a huge secret and he’s…I know you’re close to him. He deserves to know why you’re dragging a stranger around all the time.”

“Brie, you’re not exactly a stranger anymore.” He reached over and covered her hand with his. “I care about you, you have to know that.”

She licked her lips nervously and met his eyes. “I–I–” she looked away nervously and tugged her hand away under the guise of flipping through some pages. “You’re lucky to have such a large family. It was just me and my parents and my mom lives out of state now, so it’s weird being around so many people.”

Lucky sat back and let the moment pass. “It wasn’t that way for a long time but something happened to my dad on this last little adventure. I guess with my mom making real progress, he wants her to have a home to come back to.”

They fell into silence for a long while as Lucky watched the news and Brianne worked on her case files. When the credits began to roll for Jimmy Kimmel Live, Brianne cleared her throat. “I want to know how Diego knew about…about me,” she said softly.

Lucky clicked the television off. “What did he know exactly?”

“He knew…he knew details he shouldn’t have.” Brianne wouldn’t meet his eyes. “About…about my body.”

Lucky’s hands fisted. “I’ll find out, Brie. I promise.”

Cottage: Living Room

Elizabeth was just checking on Cameron when she heard the door open and shut below. Her hands froze and she listened for the footsteps.

It was Jason–home from London. He appeared in the doorway. “Is he asleep?”

“Mm-hmm,” Elizabeth murmured. She stepped aside to let Jason come in and touch his son’s forehead and smooth down the blankets.

They stepped into the hallway and stood in silence for a long moment. “How was London?” she asked finally.

“It was okay–I’m sorry I wasn’t here for the baby shower. Did it go okay?”

“I had fun,” Elizabeth answered honestly. “Especially when Carly was being nice to me and in walked Brenda and Robin. She thought it was her punishment for doing something nice.”

Jason chuckled. “Typical Carly. So Brenda and Robin?”

“Came home to see Cameron. Robin said she was happy for you,” Elizabeth stepped closer to him. “And Brenda was, too even if she hid it under her sarcasm and insults.”

“Sounds like Brenda.” Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “Elizabeth, I did a lot of thinking while I was gone. You know–it makes things clearer sometimes.”

“I know,” Elizabeth murmured. Her eyes met his. “I did some thinking, too.”

“Okay.” Jason swallowed hard. “I want–I want to have dinner. Tomorrow night or–whenever you’re free.”

“Dinner?” Elizabeth repeated. “Like…a date?”

“Sure.” Jason shifted. “A date.” He frowned. “What kind of thinking did you do?”

“I–” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “I love you, Jason. I just–I need some time. Away from this. Away from you.”

Jason hesitated. “I don’t–I don’t understand. If you love me–”

“We’re different people than we were when we fell in love and other than a few times last year and the last few months, we haven’t really…had a chance to find out if we love who we used to be or who we are now. We owe it to ourselves and to Cameron to get it right this time. So, can you give me some time?”

Jason exhaled slowly and looked away. “Yeah,” he agreed. “But it’s beginning to feel like we’re never going to be on the same page at the same time.”

“Just a few weeks,” Elizabeth said. “Maybe even less. I just–I don’t know yet, but I feel like I need this.”

“Then I can do this. I love you, Elizabeth and it’s taken me too long to admit that just to give up on us now.” He kissed her forehead. “We’re going to get this right, even if we spend the rest of our lives trying to.”

“Well I hope it’s not that long,” she teased. She brushed her fingers across his cheek. “You look exhausted–do you want to crash here tonight? Wake up with Cameron and give me him breakfast?”

“That sounds…” Jason nodded. “That sounds perfect.”

Saturday, December 4, 2004

Cottage: Living Room

It was nearly eleven o’clock and Elizabeth was due at the Quartermaines within the hour but Cameron was feeling cranky this morning and had flung his breakfast against the kitchen wall. After cleaning him up and taking a shower, she was seriously running late.

As she was stuffing Cameron’s necessities into the diaper bag, her phone began to ring. Deciding to let the machine answer, she started a hunt for the stuffed rabbit Cameron refused to leave the house without.

“Elizabeth? It’s me.” She glanced up and frowned at the answering machine as Jason’s voice filtered through. “I should have called last night but with the time differences…I’m not going to be home until Monday so I’m going to miss the shower. I wouldn’t leave you to the Quartermaines on purpose but there’s nothing I can do.” There was a long pause. “I love you.”

The phone clicked off and Elizabeth sank onto the couch, both pleased that he’d called at all and disappointed that he was going to feed her to the wolves while he was off in Europe.

“He gets to have all the fun,” Elizabeth muttered as she resumed her search for the elusive rabbit.

Quartermaine Mansion: Living Room

“It’s so exciting to have a baby in the family,” Brooke remarked to Georgie as they perused the refreshment table. She reached for a chocolate chip cookie. “One that’s actually related to us.”

“Babies are so cute,” Georgie said. “I love going to the hospital and going to the nursery to see all the babies who were just born.” She sighed happily and filled her plate with various crackers and cookies.

“Babies are nasty,” Lulu argued. She passed the cookies and crackers right over for a chunk of fudge brownies. “They spit up all the time, they cry and you never know what they want. I had to baby sit for Cameron once and I’ll never do it again.”

“Spoils sport,” Maxie joked. “Besides, the best thing about babies is that when they get cranky, you can just shove them right back to their moms. I plan on being the world’s best aunt,” she smiled.

“No babies on the horizon for our girl Maxie, eh?” Lulu nudged her with an elbow. “I sense a kindred spirit.”

“Well, I can’t wait to have kids.” Georgie paused. “Well, actually, yeah I can. I’m like seventeen. But it’s going to be so much fun in like ten years.”

“Ten years sounds way too soon to me,” Dillon eavesdropped from the other end of the table where the drinks were set up. “Who’s up for twenty?”

“Me,” Lucas said solemnly. He bit into a cookie. “I figure I wait a good fifteen, twenty years until I’m mature enough to handle it.”

“If you wait until you’re mature enough to have one,” Lulu drawled, “you’ll be waiting a lot longer than twenty years.”

Dillon snickered. “She’s got you there.”

“Kids, stop eating the refreshments,” Monica scolded. She tugged the cake away from Dillon’s roving eye. “The guests of honor aren’t even here yet.” She smacked Lucas’s hands as he made a reach for the brownies before going to join Audrey. She kept one eye on the group of teens though.

“So, how’s the case going?” Lulu asked.

Everyone froze except for Brooke who just rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it guys. It’s like the elephant in the middle of the room no one wants to talk about.” She turned to Lulu. “It’s going okay. Brianne has prepared me pretty well but she wants to meet once a week until the trial starts to go over my testimony. We’ve been practicing cross-examination, too so that I’m prepared for anything that comes up.”

“Yeah, I definitely think that’s a good idea. I was reading the Manson book the prosecutor wrote,” Lulu said as she sneaked one last cookie, “and he was talking about how his star witness was actually stronger on the stand because he didn’t give the defense an opportunity to mess with her. Like, he brought out her drug use and her criminal past during the direct part. She’s totally the biggest reason they won that case.”

“What were you doing reading Helter Skelter?” Maxie asked.

Lulu shrugged. “I like true crime novels and I’m a nut for those shows on A&E. Like Cold Case Files and American Justice. I love that stuff–I’m thinking I might want to go into PI work.”

“I like those shows too,” Brooke said with a small smile. “And from what I’ve heard of the Spencers, that seems like a good career choice. It’s like Lucky’s only…not so on the side of the law.”

“Which Luke would totally approve of,” Dillon pointed out.

Elizabeth entered the room with Cameron in her arms, having left the stroller in the foyer. She scanned the room uncertainly before spotting Emily talking with her mother. “Hey, Em.”

“Elizabeth!” Emily hugged her. “Hey, everyone–the guest of honor is here!” she announced.

Elizabeth was immediately swarmed by well wishers and various members of the hospital staff. Cameron was taken from her by Monica and Audrey to coo over while Elizabeth herself was supplied with a drink and a plate of cookies.

Fifteen minutes later, she found herself cornered by a curious Monica. “So, where is Jason today?” his mother asked.

“He got stuck in Europe on business,” Elizabeth shifted. “He should be back on Monday.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Monica nodded. “So, do you make my son happy?” she demanded without any sort of preamble.

“Ah…” Elizabeth fumbled with her plate for a moment before setting it down on a nearby table. “I wouldn’t–you’d have–Monica, that’s just not something I can answer right now,” she finally settled on.

“Uh huh.” Monica clasped her hands in front of you. “Jason left me with the impression that the two of you were planning a future together.”

“We were–that is, we are–it’s complicated,” Elizabeth finished lamely. “Things have been difficult for the last few months.”

“Well, I’m disappointed to hear that. Jason looked happy when he talked about you,” Monica said. “Happier than he’s been in a long time.”

Elizabeth shifted. “Monica, it’s complicated. We’re not seeing other people, we’re just not really seeing other at the moment either. We’re working it out.”

“Well, for the sake of my grandson, I would hope so,” Monica remarked.

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. “Look, Monica, I’m not really sure you want to be championing doing what’s right for the sake of your children. If I remember correctly from what I’ve heard just in my own family history, you were never the world’s best mother either, okay?”

Monica pressed her lips together. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Shipping your sons off to boarding school for the better part of their lives is one of the few things I can remark on but not knowing if my Uncle Rick was AJ’s father is one. Ignoring AJ’s alcoholism, getting married and divorced numerous times not to mention affairs–”

“You’ve made your point.” Monica shifted. “But I do love my children and I do want them happy which is what I’m hoping Jason will be with you and Cameron.”

“I’m hoping that too,” Elizabeth softened. “But I can’t make something happen if it’s not supposed to happen. Jason and I haven’t really been together in any kind of real way for almost three years. I want to be sure we’re together for the right reasons and not just because we have Cameron together. I won’t subject my son to that.”

“As much I as don’t want to admit it,” Monica said slowly, “you may have a point.” She sighed. “At least one of my kids is happy.”

Quartermaine Mansion: Parlor

“Emily?” Alexis entered the room as Emily was arranging the mountain of gifts in the room. “I was hoping we could have a moment to talk.”

Emily huffed and ignored her as she straightened a pile of gifts next to the chair reserved for Elizabeth.

“Emily, I was hoping you would be in the wedding,” Alexis tried again. She twisted her hands together. “Will you please just give me a chance to explain?”

“What can you possibly explain?” Emily demanded. She planted her hands on her hips. “Ric broke Elizabeth’s heart. He crushed it into the ground and now…” she shook her head. “She doesn’t know what’s going on in her life and it’s all his fault–”

“I’m not saying Ric’s blameless but your brother might have a few things to do with the current state of Elizabeth’s heart.” Alexis sighed. “When Ric found out Cameron was Jason’s son, he was devastated. He was working on his marriage to her at the same time Elizabeth was having the affair–”

“But they were divorced,” Emily said. She folded her arms tightly across her chest. “Because he drugged her and kidnapped Carly–”

“And I pushed Luis Alcazar off a building, faked a mental illness and dressed like a butler,” Alexis huffed. “You also married Zander, knowing you wanted to be with Nikolas and pretty much drove him to his death as well. No one is blameless, Emily, least of all you. Now, I want you and Nikolas at my wedding because he means the world to me and I have always considered you a friend. But I won’t beg for it and I shouldn’t have to explain being with someone who makes me happy.”

Emily sighed and looked away. “I did hurt Zander,” she said softly. “And I don’t deny that I probably drove him to what he did in the end. You’re right.” She squared her shoulders. “Nobody is blameless and I can’t whitewash my life to make myself feel better. We’ll be at the wedding, Alexis.”

The other party guests filtered in and soon, Elizabeth was lead to her chair and a present was pushed into her lap. “I have to say that I’ve been looking forward to this portion of the day,” she said with a grin as she ripped into the first present.

Cameron received enough clothes and toys and supplies to keep him happy for at least two years and Monica and Alan had bought a beautiful cradle for Cameron as well as a silver rattle with his named etched into it along with the date of his birth.

Georgie and Brooke each gave Elizabeth IOU coupons for free baby sitting and Maxie got a laugh from the crowd when she gave Elizabeth a third IOU for free baby sitting from Georgie.

Alexis was the last to give Elizabeth a gift. She held it in her lap for a moment. “Now when you open this, you might tell me it’s too much,” she began, “but I have to tell you that I could pay for Cameron to go through college and it could still never be enough to thank you for what you’ve done for my daughter.”

“Alexis,” Elizabeth shook her head. “I didn’t do it to get anything in return–”

“No, I know.” Alexis exhaled slowly. “Which just makes it all the more incredible. Kristina is my whole world and I know, you being a mother and all, I don’t have to tell you that. But you saved her life and you didn’t have to and I just…I wanted to thank you for that in some way.”

She handed the slim package to Elizabeth, who just set it in her lap and reached over to grasp Alexis’s hand. “I would do it again in second,” she told her. “I’m only glad I was able to help.”

Alexis sniffled. “Well…open your present.”

Elizabeth grinned and tore off the lavender wrapping paper and removed the lid. She held up the slim envelope inside and saw the plane tickets sticking out. She eyed Alexis suspiciously. “What are these?”

“Don’t ask, open!” Emily urged.

Elizabeth slid the tickets out and gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she held the precious tickets in the other. “Italy,” she murmured. She looked at Alexis. “How did you know?”

“Believe it or not, you are the one subject Jason and I can talk about. I asked him the one place in the world you’d like to see and he said Italy.” Alexis leaned forward. “There are three tickets. They’re open, so you can take them whenever you want. There’s the number of a hotel in there that I’ve instructed they’re to bill me for your entire stay but if you don’t like that hotel, just pick any other and send me the bill.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “I–I can’t accept this,” she breathed. “It’s too much–Alexis–”

“I want to do this for you,” Alexis said firmly. “You made my dreams come true and I want to do the same for you.”

“Well, hell, how can you turn that down?” Lulu decided. “If she doesn’t want the tickets, I’ll take them,” she volunteered.

Quartermaine Mansion: Foyer

Carly sighed impatiently as she saw the wreckage of the parlor with gifts and wrapping paper strewn about. She had missed most of the shower and didn’t really intend to stay long. She’d gotten a voicemail from Jason on her way over that he wouldn’t be here after all and since she was only coming to support Jason, there didn’t seem to be a point to it now.

“Carly?” Elizabeth poked her head out of the double doors that led to the living room. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Yes, well…” she coughed. “Jason asked me to come last week but since he’s not here–” She shoved a small gift into Elizabeth’s hands. “Here.”

“Thank you.” Elizabeth unwrapped it, understanding it would be first and last gift she’d receive from Caroline Corinthos.

“It’s beautiful…” she lifted the necklace from the box and met Carly’s embarrassed eyes. “These three stones…”

“Emerald for Cameron, citrine for you and garnet for Jason,” Carly muttered. “Your birthstones. And there’s room to add more gems for more kids–” she coughed again. “So, ah, it can kind of continue.”

“I know you don’t want to make a big deal of this and I swear after this moment, we’ll go back to being civil enemies,” Elizabeth said. She set the box down and put the chain around her neck, clasping it. “But just let me be nice and we can then return to our regularly scheduled program.”

“Okay,” Carly said warily.

Elizabeth stepped forward and embraced the blonde gingerly. She stepped back. “I know what you mean to Jason and I’m glad you came here for him today.”

“Well…” Carly rubbed the back of her neck. “I know what Cameron…and you,” she added reluctantly, “mean to Jason, so-”

Before she could finish what might be one of the only nice things Carly Corinthos would ever say to Elizabeth Webber, the door opened and Carly’s day just got worse.

“Somebody up there hates me,” she muttered to the heavens.

“Well, that’s amusing,” Brenda Barrett remarked caustically. “I was about to suggest the same thing.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Brenda. What are you doing here?”

“Well, I hear that Jason finally spawned so I decided to come meet the lucky new mob moll.” Brenda crossed the threshold and behind her, Carly spied someone else that took a bad day and just made it three times worse.

“And you brought the Saint with you.” Carly threw up her hands. “If this is what I get for doing something nice, I am never bothering again!”

Robin Scorpio smirked. “You did something nice? I’m sorry I missed that.”

“What are the odds that the three people in the world I dislike the most could be in the same room with me?” Carly asked, disgusted.

Alexis poked her head out of the double doors. “Elizabeth–”

“The only thing left is an apocalypse,” Carly muttered as she stormed towards the door. “I should have known stepping foot into the Quartermaine asylum would end up like this.”

She pushed past Robin and left. Alexis frowned and looked at the gathered women. “Was it something I said?”

Kelly’s: Inside

“The Saint, the Bitch and the Lunatic all in the same day,” Carly grumbled as she sat down at the counter. “I’m pretty sure locusts are next.”

“That doesn’t sound promising,” Steven said as he joined her at the counter. “My sister’s baby shower didn’t go well?”

“I didn’t stay long to find out,” Carly said. She flicked open a menu, despite knowing the menu by heart. “As soon as I did my nice deed, as if to punish me, God sent Brenda, Robin and Alexis to strike me down.”

“Brenda and Robin are…?” Steven prompted.

“The bane of my very existence.” Carly sighed. “No, Brenda is Sonny’s ex and Robin is Jason’s ex, so naturally neither one of them is fond of me and let me tell you–the feeling is more than mutual.”

“Well, it sounds as if your day needs a bit of a pick me up,” Steven remarked. “How about we get a table and try dinner.”

Carly eyed Steven suspiciously. “Is this another one of those friendly dinners you’ve been plying me with lately?”

Steven grinned and stood. “Sure, why not?”

Carly sighed and crossed to one of the tables. “Because I’m wondering how many of these dinners do we need to have before one of us admits they’re dates.”

Spencer House: Living Room

Luke coughed and moved to the space in front of the fireplace. “I, ah, I’m not good at this family stuff.”

Lulu snorted and glared at Lucky when he elbowed her. “What? It’s not like we weren’t all agreeing him silently.”

“Be that as it may,” Luke sent a warning glare at his daughter. “I’m glad you could all come on such short notice–” he broke off when he realized a very nervous and very unfamiliar blonde was seated next to his son. “Who’re you?”

“Ah…Brianne Joyce,” Brianne clasped her hands together to keep from wringing them. “Lucky wouldn’t let me stay home alone.”

“It’s okay, Dad,” Lucky told him, trying to convey the fact that he’d explain later without letting Brianne know that he’d explain. “So, what’s up?”

“Well, I asked you all here because well, for one, we’re a family.” He eyed Nikolas and his wife suspiciously. “Even the Cassadine branch, though it pains me to admit that we even have one. And we all want what’s best for Laura.” He took a deep breath. “She was the glue that kept us together and since she got sick…”

“Everything’s gone to hell,” Lulu muttered.

“Yeah, well…we all should have a say in what comes next.” Luke shifted. “The doctors in London say that she’s responding to some of the new treatment and she’s showing marked improvement.” He met Lesley’s eyes. “She even recognized me for a while.”

“That’s incredible,” Nikolas sat forward. “So she’s going to get better?”

“Well, now, we don’t know that for sure. They just say that she’s at a point in her recovery where family is encouraged to visit, to participate in the program. So they’re moving her here, to a place called Rose Lawn within the month. If she keeps responding, they say by the spring she could start out patient therapy.”

Lulu sat up straight. “Mom’s going to come home?”

“Well, the doctors aren’t sure. And they don’t want to make guarantees. She could slide right back or she could get better faster than they think. But they say she’s been improving regularly and if she keeps doing well, things are going to get better.”

“That’s the best news I’ve had in months.” Lucky stood and crossed to embrace his father. “So what’s there to decide?”

“Well, seeing as how we didn’t manage to get remarried,” Luke shifted. “Nikolas is her oldest son and has power of attorney. He has to okay the move.”

Nikolas stood. “Give me the name and the number of who to call.” He gripped Emily’s hand. “And I think that everyone will back me up when I say that I would have no trouble transferring power of attorney to you.” He met Lucky’s eyes for a moment before focusing on Luke. “Mom would want it that way.”

Luke swallowed hard. “Thank you. That would…that would mean a lot.”

Sonny’s Penthouse: Michael’s Bedroom

Michael flopped onto his bed and folded his arms behind his head. “I missed my room,” he sighed.

Sonny set Morgan on the bed beside his brother and patted Michael’s knee. “I miss having you in this room.”

“You and Mom really aren’t going to get back together are you?” Michael sighed. He sat up and tucked his knees under his chin, wrapping his arms around them. “This isn’t like the last time.”

“No,” Sonny said. “I’m sorry, buddy, but that’s not going to happen this time.”

“But you’re not going to fight over us this time either right?” Michael asked. “Mom said you weren’t but I wasn’t sure.”

“No, we’re not.” Sonny stopped Morgan from crawling too close to the edge. “We’re going to have joint custody. You’re going to spend weekends with me and every other holiday and your mother and I have already agreed that we can stop over the other’s house to spend time together when we’re apart. I don’t like it, but it’s for the best.”

“So if I want to come see you on a Wednesday after school, I can?” Michael asked.

“Sure. As long as you tell your mother and you do your homework,” Sonny said pointedly.

Michael huffed. “Well, if the homework is going to be the breaking point,” he joked.

“Smart ass,” Sonny muttered with a fond smile. “There’s something else I want to tell you, buddy. Some good news, I think.”

“What?” Michael asked eagerly. “Is it presents?”

“No,” Sonny drawled. “You’ve met Kristina Davis, right? Alexis’s daughter.”

Michael nodded. “She’s in Morgan’s playgroup at the park. What about her?”

“She’s my daughter, too,” Sonny said after a moment. “She’s your sister.”

Michael pursed his lips. “I don’t understand,” he shook his head. “How come you never told us before? And you were married to Mom.”

“Not when Kristina was conceived,” Sonny said uncomfortably. “Your mom and I were divorced for a year, remember?”

“Right, before her car accident,” Michael nodded. “Okay. So Kristina is my sister. That’s cool. When do we get to see her?”

“That’s something Alexis and I have to decide between us,” Sonny told him. “We haven’t come to an agreement yet.” He paused. “So you’re okay with this?”

Michael thought about it for a moment. “When Mom was pregnant with Morgan, I really wanted a little sister,” he told his father. “I love Morgan but it’s still cool to have a sister.”

“Well, good.” Sonny leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Watch your brother for a little while. I have to make a phone call.”

He left his sons and went downstairs to the phone on his desk. He dialed an old but familiar number. When the answering machine clicked on, he waited for the beep. “Alexis, its Sonny. I think it’s time to talk custody arrangements.”

Wednesday, December 1, 2004

PCMB: Ric’s Office

Ric set a file aside and checked his gold wrist watch. He had court in a half hour and was hoping to be out of there by noon so he could meet Alexis for lunch before picking up Kristina.

His intercom buzzed and his secretary’s voice filtered through, “Mr. Lansing, Christopher Hartman is here about the Sanchez case.”

“Could you direct him to Ms. Joyce’s office, please?” Ric asked. He stood and crossed to his filing cabinet. He fished through a few files, trying to locate the Harding case file.

“Sir, he says he needs to meet with you,” Gertrude remarked. “Should I tell him you’re busy?”

“No, no…” Ric sighed. “Show him in.”

A few moments later, the young defense attorney was seated and tapping his fingers on the leather top of his brief case. “Brianne Joyce is first chair on this case. I don’t know what you’re hoping for from me,” Ric said. He buttoned his jacket and sat behind his desk.

“My client has information that can close the East Side rapist case and your ADA wasn’t interested in hearing what he had to say.” Christopher swallowed and set his briefcase on the edge of Ric’s desk to remove a statement from Diego. “Diego Sanchez is prepared to make a sworn statement about the case in exchange for probation on the Ashton case.”

Ric arched an eyebrow. “And Ms. Joyce turned this down?”

“She didn’t even let us make an offer,” Christopher said, perking up a bit. “She led us to believe she would make a deal in exchange for his information but declined to make any promises. She says she’s taking this to court. She’s not doing what’s in the best interest of–”

“What she is doing is giving Brooke Lynn Ashton her day in court,” Ric leaned back in his chair. “She did exactly what I would have advised her to do. I don’t want Diego Sanchez serving even one hour less than he deserves. We make deals in cases we aren’t sure we can get a conviction. We don’t let a brutal rapist off with a slap on the wrist because he might have information on an old case. And just so we’re clear, Brooke Lynn is a member of a family that includes the Edward and Tracy Quartermaine and Ned Ashton. They would have my head if I agreed to something like this. And besides, Hartman, we have enough information to bury your client. Does he understand the significance of DNA?” Ric asked coolly.

“Look, I know the merits of the case,” Christopher said. “But Sanchez wants to go to trial. What else am I supposed to do?”

“Remind him that the sentence for aggravated rape and assault of a minor is fifteen years to life. If he’s so eager to give us this information, we could always make a sentencing recommendation once he’s convicted.”

Christopher glared at the DA. “You’re so god damn smug, you’re so sure you can convict Sanchez.” He slammed his briefcase shut and stood. “Wait until the press gets a hold of the information that you could close fifteen open rapes and instead, chose to bow to the political pressure of the almighty Quartermaines.”

He stormed out of the office. Ric rolled his eyes and started to look over his case notes for court.

Port Charles Airport: Gate 4

“I’m so excited,” Emily squealed as she waited for the Cassadine jet to begin boarding. She straightened Jason’s leather jacket as if it were a sports coat. “It’s your first trip where I can know where you’re going, when you’ll be back, and that you won’t be shot while you’re gone.”

“I’ll be back on Friday,” Jason replied. “It’s just a quick round of the offices to make sure security is up to date and running efficiently. ”

“Well, the baby shower is Saturday, so you have to be back by then,” Emily said. “Nikolas mentioned after the new year that you have to do a longer trip.”

“To visit the other sites,” Jason confirmed. “In Rome, Athens, Sydney, Hong Kong and Tokyo.”

Emily smiled slyly. “I bet Elizabeth will be ready for a vacation by then. Maybe you should take her–”

“Emily, you promised no meddling,” Jason reminded her. “You’re going to let Elizabeth and I handle this in our own way and in our own time.”

She rolled her eyes and stamped her foot. “But you’re not handling it,” Emily said, tossing up her hands in exasperation. “You’re just…avoiding the whole issue. How are you ever going to be together if you don’t talk?”

“We’re giving each other some space right now,” Jason replied. “Emily, just concentrate on your own life–”

“I am. You and Elizabeth are part of that life.” Emily sighed. “I can’t get Lucky to make a move on the ADA and I am so bored out of mind waiting for Nikolas to get home from work. I seriously am going to lose my mind by the time next semester starts.”

“That’s really not any one’s fault,” Jason told her. “Find something you like to do–besides meddling in people’s lives.”

Emily huffed. “There’s no fun in that.”

“Mr. Morgan,” the flight attendant approached them with a bright smile. “We’re boarding now, sir.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Jason told her. He hugged Emily. “Don’t meddle.”

“Spoilsport,” Emily muttered.

PCMB: Ric’s Office

“Mr. Lansing, Sergeant Spencer is here to see you.”

Ric muttered under his breath and set his case down. He was due in court in twenty minutes and still hadn’t left his office. “Send him in.”

Lucky strode in a few seconds later. “I need to speak with you about Brianne.”

“You have ten minutes before I absolutely have to leave for the courthouse,” Ric told him. “Make it fast.”

“We reactivated her case last month,” Lucky began. “And she’s been jumpy and kind of distracted since–”

“Lucky, could you please get to the point–”

“I’m worried about her motives for prosecuting the case,” Lucky interrupted. “I don’t think this is the right case for her.”

Ric sighed and sat back in his seat. “Look, I already talked to her about this. I understand that the two of you have grown close, Lucky, but I honestly….I’ve got it under control. And I think Brianne will do a better job because of her past.”

“It’s taking a toll on her,” Lucky said after a long moment. “She got another bouquet of roses earlier this week and she’s been having nightmares–”

Ric arched a brow. “How do you know she’s having nightmares?” he asked curiously.

Lucky glared at him. “I’m sleeping on her couch until the harassment stops,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I appreciate your concern, Lucky, but until Brianne comes to me with this, it’s her case.” Ric stood and checked his watch. “If I were you and wanted to get somewhere with the lovely ADA, I wouldn’t go behind her back even if it was in her own best interests. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to court.”

Spencer House: Living Room

“Thanks for getting my homework,” Lulu told Georgie as she stuffed the folders that Georgie gave her into her backpack. “Even though I’m so totally behind.”

Georgie shrugged and flopped onto the flowered couch. “I can help you get caught up, it’s no biggie.”

Lulu sat next to her and shoved her hair out of her face. “So how are things with Brooke Lynn?” she asked. “All I know is what I read in the papers.”

“Brooke’s doing okay, I guess. As well as can be expected. She tried to go back to school before Thanksgiving but only made it until lunch time. But she looks better.” Georgie hesitated. “Unless she’s just pretending and if that’s the thing, then I’m not sure if she’s okay at all.”

“Yeah, the kids at school are just being really stupid about the whole thing. Mostly, they feel sorry for her but a lot of them think she brought it on herself by hanging out with Diego in the first place, which is the dumbest thing I ever heard of.” Lulu rolled her eyes. “Such is the maturity at PC High.”

“It’s been really hard for us, I mean, me, Maxie, Lucas and Dillon. No one’s sure how to act, what to say. And poor Lucas, I mean they were dating. Brooke hasn’t said anything to him about wanting to just be fiends so it’s just kind of this awful limbo. So far, he’s sticking but I just…” Georgie shrugged. “I can’t imagine how it’s all gonna end.”

The front door opened behind them and shut with a bang. “There sure are a lot more flowers here than I remember,” Luke muttered.

Lulu turned and for a moment her eyes lit up at the sight of her father but they quickly dimmed. “Hey. Dad,” she said absently. “How long are you back for?”

Luke frowned. “Didn’t Lucky give you my message?”

“He said something about you staying longer than a month.” Lulu shrugged and stood. “But your plans change all the time, you know?”

“Hey, Mr. Spencer,” Georgie said, standing as well. “I was just bringing Lu her homework. Let me know if you need any help getting caught up.”

“Thanks,” Lulu called as the other girl went to the door.

“See ya, Georgie,” Luke said as Georgie left. “Well, I’ve got some good news, Princess. I’ll be sticking around. Especially since I won’t need to traipse overseas to visit with your mother.”

Lulu frowned. “I don’t understand. Is that where you’ve been?”

“You bet,” Luke nodded. “And as soon as I can gather the family together, we’re going to talk about her future.”

“Sounds like a lot of fun,” Lulu said dryly. She hoisted her bag over her shoulder. “Pizza for dinner?”

“Nope. We’re picking Lesley up at the hospital in a few hours and then I’m taking my two favorite girls out for dinner,” Luke said.

Lulu rolled her eyes. “Look, Dad, I appreciate the gesture of family solidarity, but really–you don’t have to act around me. I know how it works and it’s really okay.”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “How what works?”

“This family,” Lulu clarified. “Lucky’s your number one kid. I’m the kid that Mom wanted and you never had time for. It’s okay. I mean, it’s not my first choice on how to live but I can’t really change that–”

“Whoa, Princess, that’s not how it is at all,” Luke interrupted. “I admit…since your mother got sick, I have been…somewhat…not here but that’s got nothing to do with you. It’s all my fault.”

Lulu sighed. “Dad…”

Luke set his bag down and approached his daughter. When had she grown up? What had happened to the tiny girl with the big eyes? “Lu, you are my daughter. Now, I never set out to be a father, okay? That was all your mother’s idea, but the day you were born, I knew a kind of terror that I hadn’t with Lucky. Lucky was a boy, I could almost picture myself raising a boy. You were a girl, you know? I didn’t know…I didn’t always know how to be with you, to be your father.”

Lulu looked down. “So it’s my fault for being a girl–”

“No, no,” Luke shook his head. “Princess, you have always been a challenge that Lucky wasn’t. I don’t know much about women, you can just ask your grandma about that and I always figured…if I didn’t want to screw you up too much, I should just keep my distance. I’m sorry if that led you to believe that you meant less to me than Lucky.”

“So you were a coward,” Lulu nodded. “That’s fine. At least the lack wasn’t in me. But Dad, I never figured you for someone who ran from something that was tough. You always seemed like you liked things that weren’t easy. But maybe that my problem for listening to the stories about you instead of using my own brain to figure it out.”

She brushed past him and hurried up the stairs. Luke exhaled slowly. Teenage daughters. He’d almost rather go up against Stavros Cassadine.

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

“The patient in 620 was asking for you,” Elizabeth said as she handed a stack of charts to her brother. “But I think it was more to look at you than actually needing your medical attention.” She arched an eyebrow. “My brother, such a ladies man.”

Steven smirked. “The patient in 620 is twelve years old and has just discovered boys. She’s been practicing on me since they brought her in.” He signed a few charts before speaking again. “Have you noticed Dr. Patrick Drake around yet?”

“He’s the new ER doctor isn’t he?” Elizabeth asked. “I’m not supposed to start my rounds on the ER floor for another few weeks, so no. Why?” she asked suspiciously.

“He’s mentioned you,” Steven said, casually. “He thinks you’re cute.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Gee, Steven, are we sixteen years old?” She snorted and started marking charts of her own. “Cute.”

“He wanted to know if you were seeing anyone.” Steven paused. “I didn’t know what to tell him.”

Elizabeth paused and bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Jason and I are taking some space but I don’t think that means we’ve broken up.”

“Bit…” Steven hesitated. “You really don’t think it’s fair that you spend your life waiting for him to be ready for a relationship, do you?”

“That’s not what we’re doing, Steven. We’re just…” Elizabeth shrugged. “Taking time. He’s just made some really big changes in his life–”

“Don’t make excuses for him,” Steven interrupted. “I get that you love him. But love…it’s not always the answer, Liz. Sometimes, you have to know when to give up.”

“No.” Elizabeth shook her head. “We have a son together. There’s more at stake than just us. We make it work when it’s just us…it’s just when other people are around.” She gripped her pen so hard her knuckles turned white. “Steven…”

“Do you really want a relationship that works only when you’re alone?” Steven asked quietly. “Neither of you are isolated from the rest of the world. You have family and friends. They shouldn’t be cut out of your life.”

“You’re not telling me anything I don’t–” Elizabeth huffed and shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Steven, you’re not telling me anything that I don’t know, okay? These are all things that I’m completely aware of and we want to work on them. But we’re not broken up.”

“You’re not together either, Liz. Look, just think about it. It wouldn’t have to be real date. Just something to get yourself out there,” Steven told her. “Maybe it’ll even clarify things for you. That you want to work things out with Jason, that there are no substitutes.”

“I shouldn’t need a blind date to tell me that I love Jason,” Elizabeth said impatiently.

“I know you love him. He knows you love him. Love is not the problem here, Bit. The problem is that you and Jason have spent more time apart than you have together and neither one of you realizes that just because you fell in love three years ago doesn’t mean the things you loved about each other are still true. You tell yourselves that you love each other but you haven’t really taken the time to remind yourself why. You’re not in love with the person Jason is today, Elizabeth,” Steven said. “And he’s not in love with who you are today either. You’re in love with the people who existed three years ago–even two years ago. But, honey, you’re not that girl anymore.”

Elizabeth blinked. “That’s it.” She set her pen down and shook her head. “I just…that’s absolutely it.”

Steven misinterpreted the words and sighed impatiently, dragging a hand through his head. “I know you think I’m just meddling and that I don’t know Jason–”

“No, no, I mean, you’re right.” Elizabeth exhaled shakily. “I just–I never thought about it like that before. We’ve had no real contact over the last few years, he was gone so long and it wasn’t too long after he came back that we really broke contact and so many things in our lives have changed since then. We’re not the people we used to be.” Her eyes met her brother’s. “I’m not sure what to do now. I mean, I want to be with him. I want a life with him. But I can’t…do I want Jason now or the one I knew three years ago?”

“I can’t answer that for you. You and Jason have to deal with that. I’m just trying to say that you’re a beautiful young woman and you shouldn’t have to sit around waiting for grand epiphanies. I get that you and Jason have a son together–”

“I’ll think about it,” Elizabeth cut her brother off. “I can’t promise you anything more than that. But you’re right, it is time for a change.”

Sam’s Penthouse: Living Room

“Nope.” Sam scribbled out an ad for an exotic dancer. “I have the body but not the temperament. First guy to drool the wrong way, I’d probably kick him in the teeth.”

“I wouldn’t let you do it anyway,” Sonny muttered from his position next to her on the couch. Sam glanced up and eyed him. “I mean, I would have advised you not to do that.” Her eyes narrowed. “What I actually mean is that I would have suggested perhaps you continue looking.”

“Close enough,” she replied. She huffed impatiently. “I can’t stand doing this. I hate job hunting.”

“Have you ever actually done it?” Sonny asked.

“Well, no,” Sam admitted. “Before the salvage gig, I was a con artist, after all. We don’t really job hunt. We mark hunt.” She flipped to a new page. “I need to think stable income and benefits.”

“Stable has never been a word I’d associate with you,” Sonny remarked. He sipped his coffee. “You could just come work for me,” he offered.

“I also need to think no guns and no explosions,” Sam murmured. “What about a receptionist?” she asked

“A receptionist?” Sonny repeated. He smirked. “Well, it’s stable, probably has benefits and the odds of you being shot are low. But do you really think you could deal with being in customer service?”

“Hey,” Sam said, annoyed. “I am the very definition of sunshine and light and if you think otherwise, I’d like to introduce your ass to my foot, got it?”

“Ms. Sunshine, understood,” Sonny said, sipping his coffee again to hide the grin. “Where would you be working?”

“The new PC Hotel,” Sam said. She circled it. “I’m applying.”

“I don’t really think it’s your thing,” Sonny said.

Sam arched an eyebrow. “When did I ask for your input on how to run my life?” She reached for the phone. “And I’m only doing this to prove that I can do anything, even be nice to a bunch of idiots. I am a very pleasant person.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Sonny said, his grin widening.

Port Charles Hotel: Jax’s On Site Office

“So today’s the big day, eh?” Jax remarked as he shoved aside a pile of papers so Alexis could sit down in his office trailer at the site of the Port Charles Hotel construction.

“Mmm-hmm,” Alexis said. She glanced out the small windows to peer up at the stone building. “It’s looking pretty good. How’s the inside coming along?”

“The rooms are very nearly complete, actually. I was doing the administration wing last which is why I’m still stuck in this tin can,” Jax remarked. “So you want to do your wedding the Saturday after we open?”

“December 19,” Alexis nodded. “Are you sure it’ll be ready by then?”

“I’ll make sure it is,” Jax answered. He sat behind his desk. “So, Kristina’s doing as expected?”

“Better,” Alexis answered. She sighed and closed her eyes. “It’s like a miracle, really. I just hope everything else goes as well.”

“Uh huh,” Jax nodded. He fished around his desk for some paperwork. “How’s life with the DA?”

“It’s…surprising,” Alexis admitted. “Once Kristina was improving and we could kind of go back to ordinary life a little more, he started spending more time at the office. But, all in all, it’s going well. How’s…Courtney?”

Jax exhaled slowly. “I wouldn’t know,” he said finally. “We haven’t really been keeping in touch the last few weeks. She’s been very involved with her foundation and her…plans.”

“Plans,” Alexis echoed. “The last I remember, you thought you might be falling for her.”

“Well, I thought wrong,” Jax replied. “After she lied to the police about Diego and then bailed him out so he could jump bail, I’m just not sure I want to be in a relationship with someone who shares Sonny Corinthos’s views on police authority.”

Alexis snorted. “Since when do you care about that?”

“Ned’s a good friend of mine and Diego Sanchez brutally raped his daughter,” Jax answered. “I know where my loyalties are.”

Alexis sobered. “I know. And I’m certainly glad he’s back in jail where he belongs. I haven’t seen Ned except for board meetings at the hospital but he hasn’t looked well. Like he’s not sleeping.”

“He wasn’t,” Jax replied. “Especially once Sanchez had jumped bail. He told me that Brooke Lynn wasn’t sleeping at night either and when she did manage to doze off, she woke up with nightmares.”

“We should get together,” Alexis suggested. “You, me, Ned, Lois. It’ll be good. We’ll go out for dinner or just–I want to do something for him. For Lois.”

Jax nodded. “I’ll call him and set it up.”

Spencer House: Living Room

“Careful, Lesley,” Luke said, holding his mother-in-law’s elbow as she stepped over the threshold. He swung her bag and set it next to the stairs. “Let’s get you on the couch.”

“I had a heart attack, Luke, I’m not dying,” Lesley said, laughing weakly. But she followed his direction anyway.

“Lu, baby, could you get a menu from the kitchen?” Luke asked. “Kelly’s or Eli’s, wherever you want to go. I don’t think Lesley’s up for dinner out.”

“Sure,” Lulu murmured. She closed the front door and disappeared into the kitchen. Luke sighed.

“I’m not sure what I’m doing here, Lesley,” he told her as he sat in the armchair adjacent to the couch. “I want to fix the things I’ve done wrong but I don’t want to screw her up anymore.”

“Just be here,” Lesley said, patting his hand. “Now, what’s this news about Laura you’ve been keeping to yourself?”

“Well, I was going to wait until we had Lucky here and the Cassadine spawn,” Luke said with a smirk, but I suppose you have a right to know.” He lowered his voice and leaned towards Lesley. “Her doctors are moving her from London here to New York. She’s doing well enough for less intensive therapy. And if she continues to get better, in a few months, she might even be able to start out patient therapy. She might be able to come home.”

Lesley squeezed Luke’s hands. “That is good news,” she said with a wide smile. “You, Laura, Lulu and the boys. You deserve to be a family again.”

“We’ve always been a family,” Luke said after a long moment. “I was just too blind to be a part of it.”