August 11, 2015

This entry is part 5 of 6 in the Fanfiction 101

If you’re a poster at Road to Nowhere and in the Fanfic forum, you know there’s been some kerfuffle with several authors deciding they won’t post there any longer due to bullying on the part of some of their readers.

I’m a different type of author, I’m aware of that. I don’t mind negative feedback (to a point) because it helps me grow and look at my stories differently. Some authors don’t want that, and that’s their prerogative. I only speak for me.

There’s a difference between having a negative reaction to a plot or a character and being a bully. I have never felt bullied or harassed in any way, and especially not in the last few years as I returned to writing and have built a rather amazing base group of readers, but let me clarify my point so that my POV at RTN is the same here as it is there.

When I wrote A Few Words last year, we all know the angst was off the wall. If you read some of my original plot sketches, you know I intended a great deal more of it. I scaled it back for a few reasons.

1. My outlines are just that — outlines. I try to visualize the whole story so I can lay the foundations for themes  foreshadow future events. I am never married to them, which is why I often post them so you guys can see how I might deviate.

For example, The Best Thing was pretty close to the outline right up until about Chapter 15. And while I kept some elements (the engagement party, the warehouse fire), the characters themselves are completely different from I had visualized. I never intended to write Sonny’s POV to the point where my heart breaks for the character. I intended Carly to the antagonist (but not the villain), but some of the material I’ve written for future chapters twists how I picture her.

When you actually sit down to write, the outlines are just a guide. Writing takes you places that you don’t expect, and you can’t force yourself into a corner in order to write it. I was doing that with All We Are a few months ago, and as soon as I eliminated a confrontation with Lucky and shifted him to non-confrontational, I finished the story in about two days.

2.  I do read and respond to your feedback. In A Few Words, I took a ton of heat for the angst level and for Elizabeth and Jason individually. I felt very strongly that their actions were in character, but I can see now I should have done more to put Jason’s POV earlier in the story, and I probably would have changed a few other things. But I stand by the majority of my story. The mistake I made was how I wrote it and communicated their motives. I attempted to clear it up and make it better for the second half of the story.

You guys were frustrated by their inaction, by their refusal to talk, and you wanted to punch me for the angst. Some readers thought the Liz/Carly fest was too much. And not one person was wrong. You guys were fantastic and I loved knowing how much you were responding to it, because you kept reading and hoping for better. I felt like we were all emotionally engaged and I hope the payout was worth it.

So I go into that detail to explain why if you read some of the feedback at Fanfiction.net (where people are brutally honest often), it doesn’t faze me. Someone responded to the first episode of Damaged at FF.net that they don’t plan to read it because Jason never would have rejected Jake if he were still alive. They didn’t bother to continue reading to learn why I had that plot detail in the introduction section. (Because of course, Jason wasn’t Jason, he was the missing twin brother.)

And I respect their decision not to read it, though I wish they’d give it one more episode 😉 You guys control your interactions with the stories you read. We put it there, you read it. And if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

But for me, in particular, I love all of my feedback. I love the people who just respond to tell me that they loved it. I like the guys who just tell me that this character was great, but ugh, this one is annoying. And I love those of you who give me several paragraphs to deal with.

I take fanfiction seriously. Because it’s what I write. I love to tell stories, but I love to tell stories in this world. I don’t write regular novels (every time I try, I always end up variations of the same characters I write for GH), but I do write academic nonfiction. So this is my chance to tell stories. So I approach my stories in a different way than some authors. You can ask my beta Cora, but you’ve seen the detail in my plot sketches. I plot and write dialogue months, even years before I ever write the scene. I think about the twists and turns in my sleep. I spend hours at my computer to write these stories.

I do it for me, there’s no mistake in that. But I do it more for you guys. Even those of you who don’t reply, I see the stats. And I know how often a post gets clicked.  I do it because you guys make it worth my while and make me think I’m not crazy for putting so much effort and love into fanfiction.

So respond however you like or don’t respond at all. You never have to worry if I’ll be annoyed or feel harassed. I have a supremely thick skin and I know the community we’ve built here at  CG is a safe one 😛

August 10, 2015

This entry is part 3 of 5 in the Workshop: Plot Sketches

A couple of things: This plot sketch is not something I go back and check for spelling or typos, so they’re messy by nature.

This is what I sent to Cora for outline thoughts.

Set October 2006. Elizabeth and Jason have had the initial paternity test discussion in which he asks her to marry him regardless of the results. She has rebuffed him. Lucky is away in rehab, she has contemplated filing for divorce but has not yet done it Jason and Sam are not together, have not broached such a subject.

Elizabeth takes the test at Mercy hospital, worried that the Quartermaines or someone else she know would have access to the results. Two weeks until the test results come in. A day or so later, Epiphany informs Elizabeth she’s been suspended due to suspicion that she funneled drugs to Lucky — meds are missing after all. Elizabeth is horrified, but is confronted by Ric in the parking garage. If she wants this suspension and possible termination to go away, she needs to testify at a grand jury he’s empaneling to investigate Jason and Sonny. She refuses, and then Ric insinuates that not only will she lose her job, but possibly face legal repercussions for stealing the meds. Maybe she might lose custody of Cameron.

Horrified, Elizabeth sits in her car for a long time. She knows she has to tell Jason about the threats but worried that contacting him would be an admission of guilt, so she goes to the Quartermaines to visit Emily. She begs to borrow Emily’s phone, knowing a call to her brother would be relatively routine. Emily balks at first, wanting to know why she’s so upset, but Elizabeth isn’t explaining. Emily agrees, and Elizabeth calls Jason, arranging to meet out at Vista Point.

Emily still presses her, particularly on the suspension, trying to remind Elizabeth Jason’s having problems of his own with Sonny’s illness and the breakup with Sam. Elizabeth fends her off and heads out for the meeting.

She tells Jason about Ric’s threat. She’s pretty terrified if they force her to testify, there’s a lot of little things she probably knows that might be the nail in his coffin. They’ve known each other nearly a decade, after all. Lucky used to work for him as a courier. She’d been kidnapped and accosted by men like Sorel and Roscoe, even Manny. Jason recognizes the threat—they don’t know particularly what fishing expedition Ric might be on, but the net is wide considering how much Elizabeth has, even accidentally, been privy to. He’s also worried about the missing file from that summer—he doesn’t want her to have to answer any question about it. If she doesn’t testify, Ric might be able to railroad her into taking the fall for Lucky and his pills. She suspects Maxie but there’s no evidence. God knows, Elizabeth has a history of covering for Lucky and his issues, going back to the brainwashing.

Jason agrees it’s a problem. How long did Ric give her? A week. He asks her for one day to talk to Diane, to figure out options. He’s not going to let her end up in trouble for him. They’ll figure out what to do next.

The next day, he calls her from a different cell number so it’s not immediately traced to him. They meet again at Vista Point. After discussion the generalities with Diane, the best way to keep Elizabeth from being compelled to testify is if they fly to the Dominican Republic, where she can have a divorce from Lucky in twenty-fours, and they can get married. He starts to explain they’d need Lucky’s consent for it be valid in New York, but she’s still mostly stuck on step two of the plan. Get married? Haven’t they already been down this road before?

Jason eventually convinces her, and already has the paperwork Lucky will need to sign. She’s not sure how she’s supposed to get that dealt with, but since it’s already Saturday, and she only has until Friday morning, she agrees to let him know as soon as she can get it signed so they can go. Kind of dumbstruck and still not entirely convinced, Elizabeth goes home, but Ric is waiting is waiting at her apartment when she gets home. He just wants to remind her that Cameron’s safety is at stake here. If Elizabeth is proved to have provided her husband with the meds, why would they leave a small child with her? Add to the fact that she has yet to file for divorce—

Elizabeth tells him to get out or she’s going to call the police. Once inside her home, she calls Nikolas. She wants his help to go to the rehab tomorrow so she can get paperwork signed for an uncontested divorce. She’s hoping with Nikolas’s encouragement, Lucky will sign it and not realize she’s having the divorce done in the DR. She figures it’s best to present as a fait accompli.

Nikolas agrees to help her, but wishes she would give Lucky a chance. Elizabeth explains that the hospital has suspended her, pending investigation into the loss meds, ommiting Ric’s involvement. This is her best chance to retain her job and health insurance. She has a son and one on the way to worry about. He gets it, and suggests they frame it to Lucky that way — surely he’ll understand that she needs to cut ties with him for the moment.

Lucky is having a good day and readily agrees to the divorce. He’s full of apologies, he hates what he did, he had no idea Maxie would steal the drugs. Elizabeth doesn’t necessarily want Maxie involved, but appreciates the offer to sign an affidavit that Elizabeth has nothing to do with it. She’s confident she’ll be exonerated.

The paperwork in hand, Elizabeth grabs Cameron and tells her grandmother she’s leaving town for a few days to take a breather. Audrey agrees. She arrives at the airstrip to learn Sonny has become involved. He wants this to look as good as possible for all their sakes — Robin is coming along as maid of honor, he’ll be best man. After the divorce is final, they’ll head to the island for a private beach wedding. Elizabeth is extremely uncomfortable with that, but agrees.

Robin tells her that Sonny didn’t ask Emily because of the connection to Lucky. In private, Elizabeth fills Robin in completely — Lucky and Maxie, the one night with Jason. The possible baby. Robin is concerned. Have they even discussed what might happen if Lucky turns out the father? Elizabeth isn’t sure. Mostly because, she’s hoping it will be Jason’s child. He’s the better father all around. Robin agrees, but they should address the situation.

Once Elizabeth attains her divorce, Sonny surprises them with that beach wedding, down to outfits and photographers. Jason doesn’t seem to argue with it, and Elizabeth suppose it’s all for the appearance, but shortly before the ceremony Jason tells her he knows this is overwhelming, and wants to make sure she’s okay with everything. They haven’t really settled any details for what comes after. She acknowledges she’s a little apprehensive. What if the baby is Lucky’s, for one thing? Jason is less sure about that, but promises if she wants him to, he raise the child as his own. Elizabeth is not on board with that—Jason doesn’t deserve that to happen to him again. It doesn’t bother him—but it bothers her. If Lucky stays clean, and she hopes he will, she doesn’t want to cut him out of his child’s life. Jason can understand that and they agree to table that for now. She feels better that they’re at least talking about what’s next.

The wedding itself is actually really nice, and Sonny has timed it for just before sunset. Robin tells Sonny later if she hadn’t known they were both in serious relationships, she would have thought the ceremony was real. Sonny agrees.

There’s an awkward tension in the villa they’re sharing, but Elizabeth decides to go for it. They’re married, she tells him. They were both free before and it’s not like they’re not attracted to one another. They sleep together and it’s kind of acknowledging their marriage is going to be real.

Once they return to PC, it’s Thursday. The next day, Elizabeth is due to receive the results of the paternity test and it’s also Ric’s deadline. Sonny had their apartment packed and moved into Jason’s penthouse, something that did not go unnoticed by Nikolas and Emily. They confer on it and Nikolas reveals Elizabeth’s quick divorce. Emily has a feeling she knows what’s up, but doesn’t say anything to Nikolas.

Elizabeth doesn’t seek Ric out, knowing Sonny put a wedding announcement in the paper scheduled to run that morning. Instead, she goes to pick up the results, resolving not to read them until she and Jason are together. She runs into Emily who’s waiting outside Cam’s preschool and has seen the paper. She had suspected it, but wonders why her friend didn’t tell her. Elizabeth really isn’t in the mood, particularly since Emily had continually encouraged her to stay with Lucky and give him chances. After ditching Emily, she grabs the results and heads back to the penthouse.

Where she finds Sam shaking the newspaper in Jason’s face and crying. Elizabeth attempts to just get out of the room so Jason can deal with it, but Sam begins to light into her as well with some choices names, causing Jason to step in and tell her to knock it off.

They’re in the middle of this when Cody announces Ric is on his way up with a detective. Great timing. Luckily, Sam doesn’t really care for Ric so she decides to hide out in the kitchen. Ric comes in and snarks at Elizabeth about her decision — this is how she’s going to shore up losing her job by marrying money? Elizabeth remains silent while Jason tersely tells him that if he has anything else to add, he should contact Diane. Ric storms out, obviously annoyed with being thwarted.

Sam comes back in from the kitchen, slightly more calm. She apologizes, she thought they had continued their affair, but obviously they’re just protecting Jason. When she leaves, Jason apologizes for her behavior and that she left with the wrong impression of the situation, he just didn’t want to make things worse. She ignores that for now because she’s not really sure she wants to know what he thinks the right impression would be, so she changes the subject and pulls out the test results. She’s scared and Jason finally asks her what does she want it to say. Of course she wants him to be the father, Elizabeth replies as if it should be understand. After surviving the summer with Lucky, who put her son in such danger with his drug habit, she knows Jason is the better father and even before this complication, she wanted to give him a child, because she remembers how much he loved Michael.

And it goes without saying, it would be easier if the man she was married to would be the biological father of the child she was carrying. With that in mind, she hands him the envelope. Jason takes it and reads it out loud, pausing at the news that he is declared the father with a 99.93 certainty. They’re both more relieved than either had realized and reach for each other. Looks like their marriage of convenience is convenient for a lot of reasons.

Afterwards, Elizabeth asks if maybe they could pick Cameron up from preschool and grab lunch at Kelly’s. It would probably be good to be out in public, she tells him, and she wants Cam to be comfortable with. Jason agrees, and while in the car after picking up Cam, Jason receives a phone call from Sonny. He has an inkling of Ric’s next move and wants to meet with him. Jason tells him he’ll be there after lunch with Liz and Cam. Sonny tells him he’ll join them.

While at Kelly’s, Elizabeth is a little annoyed Sonny is going to join them, but understands it. It’s a good show of solidarity. Sonny tells them that source in the DA’s office has heard rumblings about a grand jury being empaneled even though Elizabeth would not be a voluntary witness. She’s confused—wasn’t the marriage supposed to protect them? Sonny responds that he’s setting up a meeting with Diane on Monday to discuss options. There’s no way a grand jury can be summoned fast, so they’ve got time to see what might be happening. He chats for a bit with Cam, suggests maybe hooking him up with a playdate with Kristina, Morgan, and Michael before leaving.

Elizabeth decides she doesn’t want to deal with any the drama over the weekend. She just wants to settle into their new home and into their new life. Jason agrees since he knows it might be the last bit of downtime they get. The weekend is relatively light though Elizabeth does get an annoyed phone call from Emily, doesn’t appreciate being avoided, and an angry one from Lucky who threatens to contest the DR divorce. Elizabeth ignores both for the moment — Emily is always annoyed, and she’s sure Diane’s paperwork for the divorce was good.

On Monday, they drop Cam at preschool before meeting Sonny at Diane’s office. Diane has done some digging and has some rough news for them. Yes, marital privilege applies — but only to what what is said between them. Elizabeth can still be compelled to testify since the matters Ric may be referring apply to before the marriage. Most of the time, prosecutors elect not to press it as it can get dicey and depends usually on the judge to apply it. In that case, communications may be privileged but what she saw or did is not protected.

So Diane needs an accounting of what Elizabeth may have told Ric at any time about Jason or Sonny. Elizabeth says almost nothing. Looking back, she figured Ric initially targeted her because of that connection, but he was subtle. She wasn’t really that receptive but things with Lucky and Jason were difficult and then things with Courtney had blown up, so she’d gone ahead and started to date. But Ric’s questions were just…what normal people ask. About previous relationships. It really came up when Ric started working for Sonny, because Elizabeth mentioned she knew Sonny, and Ric referred to hearing a rumor about her dating Jason. But she never told him anything specific, much less anything that might incriminate them.

Sonny’s patience is wearing thin and he kind of snaps at her. Even when you were demanding I leave him alone? When you were protecting him while Carly was his hostage? You never talked about the things she’d seen. Elizabeth is annoyed by this, but Jason tells Sonny to back off. Elizabeth says that she had come forward when she realized Carly was in the house. It’s hardly her fault if Sonny never had Ric arrested for kidnapping or taken out. Diane hates that term, but Sonny just retorts well she married him despite all that, so what the hell.

Elizabeth is truly pissed off. She tells Sonny that even though he mostly forgot her existence when she wasn’t doing him a favor or useful to him, she took her friendship honestly, and fuck it, she had too much going on in her life to give a damn about him. She’d had a miscarriage, her marriage was never stable for a minute, her blood pressure was through the roof by the time she left Ric. Diane calls for a time out. She honestly feels Ric is going to go on a fishing expedition, which is why he’s not bringing general charges. He’ll keep badgering Elizabeth with the very little he does know until maybe something slips.

Jason wants to know their options, he doesn’t want to hear about the past anymore. He’s confident Elizabeth never said a word to Ric, even if Sonny isn’t. Sonny apologizes and Elizabeth accepts. Diane says her first move is to get Ric taken off any case relating to Sonny, Elizabeth . Being the ex-husband, it’s a huge conflict of interest. With any luck, that will be the end of the matter. Sonny again apologizes, more sincerely. He’s just angry about the situation, that Elizabeth is being targeted again by Ric simply because of her relationship with Jason. He’d hoped it would go away. Elizabeth responds more sincerely as well. Ric is a lousy human being who’s been terrorizing them all just a little too long in her her opinion.

After they give Cam dinner and put him to bed, Elizabeth admits she’s worried Diane won’t be able to stop Ric from putting her in front of a grand jury. Because she thinks he might contact other people who might give him information, particularly people who’ve known them forever and might not be happy with them. Like Lucky. She thinks even Emily might be forced to testify. If Diane can’t get Ric off the case, there’s no telling the damage he might do. Jason recognizes the risk, and they’ll do what they can to minimize it, but it’s not good to think about things that might not happen at all. She agrees, and they table it. Yet another thing they’re procrastinating about.

Nikolas visits Lucky in rehab and learns his brother is pissed about the ruse Elizabeth pulled. Nikolas, realizing Elizabeth had also duped him, doesn’t feel much better. Lucky begins to make threats about Elizabeth’s child, not having made the connection that the marriage might put the paternity in jeopardy. He confers with Emily, who thinks maybe that’s why the marriage was hurried for the sake of the baby. They wonder whether to intimate that to Lucky, but decide it would affect his recovery.

A few days pass and there’s no developments. Emily catches Elizabeth at Kelly’s and asks, tentatively about the status of her job. Elizabeth hasn’t thought much about it, she’s been unpacking and dealing with things at the penthouse, particularly refining th/e security detail on herself, the apartment and Cam. As far as she knows, the investigation is still ongoing. Relieved Elizabeth isn’t blowing her off, Emily asks how she’s feeling, re the baby and all. Elizabeth tells her as well as can be expected. And then Emily goes and asks is the baby the reason they got married? Elizabeth decides she might as well come clean and admits yes. She’s not sure if or how to tell Lucky. She hadn’t intended on telling him about the baby at all until things were settled, but matters forced her hands. Emily agrees waiting would be best, but with the marriage to Jason, it might not be feasible. Elizabeth figures she might be right.

Almost two weeks after the meeting with Diane, she calls Jason and Elizabeth back to her office. She has filed a motion to recuse Ric from all matters relating to Sonny, Jason and Elizabeth. Scott Baldwin has been appointed special prosecutor in his stead. Though Sonny has a complicated past with Sonny due to his daughter, Karen, it’s tenuous at best. Elizabeth feels slightly better — she doesn’t even know Scott that well so he likely won’t harass her. Diane wants to have her optimism but isn’t feeling it.

Lucky’s sixty day rehab is up and he goes home to apartment, seething that Cam and Elizabeth’s things are gone. He’s lost his job, wife and son, but he’s going to keep his kid. He storms over to the penthouse, demanding entrance. Elizabeth, bolstered by the fact Jason and Sonny are across the hall in an office talking about business, allows him in. He starts ranting about her abandoning him and that he’s going to sue for custody of Cam and the new baby, she won’t keep him out of their lives. If she fights, he’ll tell anyone who will listen Elizabeth stole pills for him.

Any thought of trying to ease into the truth flies out the window. Elizabeth tells him the baby is Jason’s, and that he never legally adopted Cam so he can go to hell. She tries to kick him out, but he doesn’t go right away. The guard on the door interferes and there’s a scuffle, which draws Jason and Sonny from across the hall. Sonny decides what the hell, and calls the police. The guard finally gets the upper hand and Lucky is arrested for assault and trespassing. Once he’s gone and Sonny and the guard go to file the charges, Jason lights into Elizabeth for letting him in the penthouse. She’s really not in the mood and storms out, angry Jason thinks he can control her.

While Elizabeth is blowing off steam, Diane calls Jason. She’s finally got a lead on what Scott is planning and says to get Elizabeth home. She’ll be right over.

Elizabeth returns and things are still tense when Diane arrives. She says that the investigation into Jason’s missing police files from the summer has been reopened. She fears that this, in addition to the pill charges, is the leverage over Elizabeth to flip on Jason and Sonny. Elizabeth is now legitimately scared — the pills are a bogus charge, but she and Jason both know she’s guilty of stealing and destroying Jason’s file. Does Diane know what evidence they have for either charge? Diane isn’t sure, but Scott would have to show his hand if he thought he had the pressure. She’ll keep them informed, but she’s not sure where this is going.

Once she leaves, Elizabeth tries to talk about what they’re going to do. Jason is pissed that the authorities intend to go after his pregnant wife to get to him, but he’s not sure if they need to act at the moment. If they’d had any evidence Elizabeth destroyed that file, they would not have waited all this time to use the charges. He again tells her not to get stressed over something that might not happen. She blows up because she’s tired of not stressing about things that might not happen. He didn’t want to talk about how to tell Lucky and then hated how she handled the situation, he doesn’t want to talk about how to get rid of their legal troubles and they sure as hell aren’t talking about the baby and their future together. Why bother since she’ll probably be giving birth in jail?

Kind of stunned at this new explosion, Jason doesn’t immediately follow when Elizabeth flees, but sends a guard. She picks Cam up at preschool and checks into a hotel. She’s just…frustrated and wants a moment. She’s not thinking how it’ll look.

While Elizabeth is gone, Sam shows up. She wants to talk about getting back together now that Ric has been removed as prosecutor. Surely whatever he was doing to Elizabeth is a moot point. Maybe they can do something, and Jason is kind of annoyed because he didn’t think he’d have to have this conversation. He tells Sam that Elizabeth is pregnant, that its his child and that they’re actually married. She’s kind of…slow to understand what he means by that final thing, and just thinks it’s for the baby, which she gets, but—and then it hits her. She demands to know if they’re sharing a room. Jason doesn’t understand why she’s pushing this. They broke up almost six months ago and she slept with her stepfather, so…Sam tells him it was mistake, but he really doesn’t want to hear it. He thinks she should leave before Elizabeth gets home. She’s truly pissed now and storms out.

Carly, having been informed Elizabeth booked a room, goes to see her. She wants to know what the hell the problem is but stops before freaking out completely because Elizabeth is exhausted and Cameron is whining. She picks Cam up, and cuddles the three year old on her lap, showing him how to color in a book he had thrown. Once Cam is calmed down, she takes pity on Elizabeth, who is too tired to fight. She tells Carly about the last few months, including why she and Jason are married, and their possible legal troubles. Carly says she was stupid to destroy that file, but hell she probably would have done the same thing if given the opportunity. She can appreciate why Elizabeth blew up. Pregnancy and all that, but walking out is the wrong way to deal with it. Jason’s partially right — there isn’t much they can do until Scott shows his hand, but don’t let him dismiss her concerns.

Elizabeth takes Cam home and apologizes to Jason for blowing up, and he admits they’re not handling the situation well. He didn’t think things through — figuring that spousal privilege had protected Sonny and Carly all those years before, and it had protected him and Brenda after Alcazar’s murder. He didn’t know the ins and outs of it, didn’t realize how things could get complicated. She asks if he’s sorry, if he wishes they weren’t married. He immediately rejects that. One, he doesn’t like to think about what ifs, and two, he’s satisfied with how things are. Satisfied is such an anemic word but Elizabeth lets it go for the moment. He’s a good father, and he’s a good husband. He wouldn’t cheat on her or take pills. Her standards are low these days. If sometimes she wished they were in love, well, that was a fantasy for a woman who wasn’t about to become a mother again. She tells him to have Sonny drop the charges against Lucky. Christmas is in a few weeks, and she just…wants to pretend things are normal. He agrees.

Christmas Day passes peacefully. Jason and Elizabeth decorate and try to make the day special for Cameron. He’s happy in his school, happy in his situation, and really starting to be attached to Jason and to the idea of being a big brother. They go to Sonny’s for dinner, where he’s been allowed to have all three of his children for a change and the three of them completely avoid any talk of legal troubles though they know, in this case, no news is probably bad news.

Shortly after the beginning of the new year, Diane calls. Scott would like to sit down with Elizabeth and Jason to discuss a few matters. They can refuse, but this is their opportunity to see what’s up his sleeve.

Scott begins the interview by stating that they intend to charge Elizabeth with possession of narcotics and intent to distribute and obstruction of justice in tampering with evidence—the latter of which may be upgraded to a federal charge. Diane tells Scott this is all nonsense, but Scott thinks a jury will buy that Elizabeth kept her husband drugged up, hoping he wouldn’t notice her affair with the local mob enforcer, whom she protected from jail by destroying crucial evidence. The pills went missing on her floor, on her shifts, her husband acknowledged an addiction for which he’d been fired, and Elizabeth was in the squad room when the evidence went missing. Coupled with her hasty divorce and remarriage, Scott is confident a jury would connect the dots.

Diane snarkily asks if he’s so sure, what the hell are they doing there. Elizabeth is sheet-white and Jason is stone silent. Scott admits it’s not Elizabeth he wants and certainly doesn’t relish putting her in jail. Elizabeth begins to stay something, but Diane quiets her. What exactly does Scott want? Scott doesn’t want Elizabeth to flip on Jason. No, he wants Jason to flip on Sonny. If Jason agrees to testify and provide evidence against his boss, then his wife and unborn child will be spared the stress of an arrest and trial.

Elizabeth is horrified. Of course that’s not going to happen, but Diane again quickly quiets her. Diane tells Scott he has no case, and shames him for attempting to scare the bejesus out of a woman who had already suffered two miscarriages. Scott tells them that he’s not in a hurry. He’s confident when Jason has time to think it over, he’ll come to the the right decision. After all, isn’t Elizabeth in this position because of him?

Diane hustles her clients out into the car, and explodes. Of all the nerve. Jason quietly asks Diane what exactly the options are this point now that Scott has shown his hand. Diane’s not sure. She would petition for discovery, to learn exactly what evidence Scott has, but that wasn’t possible until charges had been filed. Elizabeth is upset that she’s put Jason into this position. They married so she would be protected from Ric, and now her own actions, her own previous marriage threatened to jeopardize Jason. This was not what she wanted.

Diane tells them she’s going to keep working, hoping to get more information about Scott and his sources. She’s not going down without a fight.

Once at home, they table conversation until Cam is in bed. Elizabeth is very scared now. The way Scott laid out the charges, she’s worried a jury would convict her without strong evidence, and hell she was actually guilty. Jason tells her not to worry. She did it to protect him ,and he’s not going to let her be punished for that.

Emily and Nikolas have lunch and reflect on the fact they’re so far apart from Elizabeth. Emily is sure something is going on, but Elizabeth is just not talking. She knew Robin knew something, but the other doctor had remained mum and Elizabeth hadn’t really been keeping in touch, the investigation at GH still being conducted. Nikolas is frustated because he’s pretty sure Lucky is using again but he can’t prove it.

Jason meets with Sonny, but Sonny doesn’t have much to offer. It’s a shitty deal no matter what and they’re both worried about the stress on her pregnancy. Scott hasn’t made a move yet, but Jason doesn’t know how long he’ll have.

Elizabeth meets wih Diane separately. She wants to start guardian ship paperwork for Cameron in case the worst happens. Diane agrees, but wishes she’d have more faith. Elizabeth is just out of it.

After two weeks of radio silence, Scott makes another move. He contacts Diane to guage how Elizabeth is feeling. Would she be up to another meeting, by herself? Diane balks. Can’t flip on the best friend of the husband without the husband being there. She’s not even confident Scott’s case is good—

So Scott, as a courtesy, sends over copies of his files. Diane is troubled and calls Jason and Liz in for a conference. The pill charges are shaky — really just that the timing matches and Lucky’s addiction, but the evidence is much stronger against her in the file theft. Elizabeth signs in for the crucial ten minutes in the squad room and at least three detectives are willing to testify she was close enoug to Alexis to overhear the damning information. Hospital security files show her standing in front a shredder for nearly five minutes, though no idea what she’s doing. Diane remarks it’s possible she might have been on the computer, but it might be a tough sell. The PCPD isn’t thrilled, seeing her as abandoning a brother in blue for a criminal.

In other words, Elizabeth asks dully, Scott actually has a case. Diane admits he does. Elizabeth asks about a possible plea agreement—which Jason tries to veto immediately, but Diane says its not much of an option. She could get ten to fifteen years if convicted of both at trial, though she could, under normal circumstances, plead it down to a misdemeanor which might lead to a fine and suspended sentence. But Scott has hinted that he is not open to a plea agreement, and if she just plead guilty, she’d be at the mercy of a court.

A plea is completely out, Jason tells her. She is not having their child in prison, she’s not doing a damn minute of time. He’s the one who breaks the law, not her. He’s not letting her pay for his crimes. Elizabeth is almost hysterical since she’s actually being accused of at least one crime she did do, and she says she’d do it again to protect him. She doesn’t want to go to jail, but what’s the alternative? Diane leaves them to duke it out.

She’s so tired anymore, tired of waiting for the second shoe to drop and learning it’s an avil. What is the alternative? Jason can’t flip on Sonny, that’s not even on the table. Forget the friendship, it would be suicide from their enemies—Jason would always be labeled a snitch. It’s got to be her. Jason tells her they’ll keep dogging Diane for other options. He’s not letting her be the sacrificial lamb. They’re only going after her to get to him, and he’s not going to let it happen, no matter what he has to do. She’s too tired to continue to fight, so the topic gets shelved.

Jason meets with Diane. He wants to know if Scott would take a plea from him. He’d cop to something on his own, something mid-level. He would do the time. Diane thinks this is the dumbest idea in the history of world, but agrees to put the feelers out to Scott.

Emily visits Elizabeth, but is rejected at the door. Elizabeth is feeling ill, she’s told. Stung, she reports to Nikolas it’s like she doesn’t even know her friend anymore, the way she just abandoned Lucky. Nikolas thinks something else is happening.

Jason learns from Diane Scott isn’t interested in him. He wants Sonny. Sonny and Jason have been making calls of their own, and Sonny says that they should let Elizabeth go on trial, and they’ll just buy the jury. Jason isn’t so sure it’s worth the risk. Sonny remarks that Jason could probably get Witness Protection for him and his family if he were to flip completely on Sonny. Jason angrily tells him to fuck off. How dare he think he’d sacrifice Sonny’? Sonny tells him he’s going to have to make a choice.

In the midst of this drama, Jason and Elizabeth have an ultrasound and learn they’re having a boy. At home, Elizabeth tells Jason she’s drawn up guardianship papers for Cameron in case she ends up in prison after all, which only makes him angrier. Why can’t she trust him to make this go away? Because making it go away isn’t an option, isn’t that clear to him by now? And wouldn’t it just make his life so much damn easier? He wouldn’t be saddled down with a wife he didn’t want, just her kids. He could even get back together with Sam—

At this point, Jason is strung so tightly that he punches a hole in the wall with Elizabeth’s pronouncement. He knows this isn’t going away, and why the hell is she even bringing up Sam? She’s not even the radar. Elizabeth, their family, this life, it means everything to him and he’s not going to let Scott use her to break him apart. He admits he tried to plead guilty on his own, but Scott refused.

Mostly stunned by the last five minutes, Elizabeth focuses on that last part. What the hell, you bastard. How dare you think you going to jail can be the answer here? Doesn’t he know how much she needs him? How absolutely vital he is?

And of course, they both kind of stop because they know there’s nothing left to say. They’ve admitted the strength of their relationship, their connection and the impossibility of the situation. And there’s still no answer to this situation. Cam’s guard brings him home from school, so they stop dealing with it.

The next day, while Cam is at school and Elizabeth naps, Jason goes to Sonny. Sonny wonders if Jason is here to give him warning. Jason isn’t sure. He tells Sonny he tried to make his own deal, but Scott wants Sonny and no one else. He can’t let Elizabeth pay because she protected him, and she’s certainly not guilty of the drug charges. Sonny admits he’s not happy about things. Diane just dumped him as a client to prevent conflict. She can’t tell Elizabeth to tank another client, after all. And maybe Sonny should do time. Jason hates that option, he doesn’t want to turn on Sonny, but this is his wife, the mother of his children. Before the conversation can go further, Jason receives a frantic call from Diane. A source at the PCPD says Elizabeth there in a room with Scott and waived all privilege. Jason and Sonny rush to PCPD, where they’re prevented from stopping the interrogation.

Inside, Elizabeth tells Scott she’ll plead guilty to the evidence tampering, but not the drugs. She didn’t do that. Scott tells her there’s no plea agreement. She could do five years, at least for the charge. And he won’t pull any strings to delay her sentencing until after the baby’s birth. Elizabeth accepts that, and Scott tries to play her a bit. How it must feel to know her husband would let her go to jail rather than turning on a friend. How little she meant to him after everything she’d done for him. Elizabeth isn’t fooled. She knows how this is tormenting Jason and she’s worried Jason would end up choosing her. She did the crime. She’s not going to let Scott go after her husband when she’s guilty of that at least.

Scott is really annoyed. This is not the confession he wanted, not the defendant, and now he’s faced with actually putting a mother in jail. A woman with no history, into a prison with violent offenders.

She looks like Karen a little, with her fierce expression and the tilt of her chin.

Scott rips up the confession and tells her to get out. They’re done. She leaves the room, and Jason and Diane are frantic. Scott tells them all to get out.

Diane is satisfied with Elizabeth’s explanation — that she had gambled with a confession, knowing Scott didn’t really want her. Once he had walked away from her confession, he had tied his hands. He could never go after her again for those charges with explaining why he’d let her go.

When they return home, Jason is pretty livid that she risked everything without even talking to him. She apologizes but she knows he never would have allowed it. She knew that Jason was at Sonny’s possibly discussing Jason turning in Sonny. He admits they had begun to talk about the possibility. She would never forgive herself and any hope for a future would have been poisoned if he’d betrayed himself that way, turning on Sonny, particularly to protect her from something she had actually done. She thought this would give them their best chance. He’s relieved her gamble worked, but he doesn’t want her to take chances like this again. This is their life, and they’re in it together. Hard to argue with that.

Epilogue: Elizabeth gives birth to Jake, and it’s a special moment. Jason tells her how much he loves her, and their sons.

Cora responded with some thoughts and ideas:

Great setting for the story. Almost all the MOC stories I’ve read have taken place during the 2002/2003 time period so it’s nice to see one that is in the later half of Jason/Elizabeth. The timeline works well for the setting of the MOC.

I like that there is a semblance of a friendship between Sonny and Elizabeth. I always did enjoy the scenes where they are actually friends. I also like that they have a blowout scene where Liz gets to yell at him for being a jackass to her during the LiRic storyline.
I enjoy how you are using Carly in this storyline. It’s refreshing that she’s not Liz’s adversary but actually helps her.
I love the turn of events in the storyline (Scotty is going after Sonny and not Jason). It’s a new twist that not many people write about. I also like how the case is built up against Elizabeth. It’s completely logical and the character’s reactions to the events are on point. (Jason trying to make a deal with Scotty to get Elizabeth off the hook). I can easily picture this story playing out on the TV screen.
It’s nice that Sonny actually considers letting Jason flip on Sonny. It shows that Sonny cares for Jason and is willing to go down to protect Jason and his family after all the times Jason has protected Sonny’s family.
I like that they keep tabling the conversation about their problems. Classic Liason.
I think it’s a great plot point to have Elizabeth confess to Scotty and having him doubt his actions and think of Karen. I love any throwbacks to the past. haha. I don’t think you need to have the trial to make the story compelling. While it would be a good plot point to bring in other characters (Audrey, Robin, etc) it might drag the story out. On the other hand, if you do decide to write in the trial it could be a good way to resolve the Emily/Nikolas questions I mention below.
I wonder if you can bring in some flashbacks from Jason/Elizabeth’s conversations from their ONS/NOP in this story. For instance, they talk about how life always gets in the way and timing is everything and their’s suck. I believe it was 8/15/2006. You could use that perhaps in the scene where they realize the marriage of convenience is not just to protect each other from testify but it allows them to build a life together.
Several questions to consider:
How does Elizabeth agree to marry Jason? During the NOP and reiterated in Elizabeth’s scene with Cameron on 9/12/2006, Jason lives a dangerous life and she can’t bring her child into that world. I think a scene that explicitly shows Elizabeth considering this thought and changing her mind (and why she does) is needed. I understand she wants to be protected and protect Jason from Ric’s investigation but it seems a bit weird that she’s apprehensive about it but then decides a MOC is okay.
I’m interested to see how the wedding scene plays out. Do they discuss safety/security concerns for the family during these scenes before they consummate?

The ball was dropped on the Emily/Nikolas/Lucky aspects of the story. Does Emily/Nikolas ever find out what Elizabeth was keeping from them? What was their reaction to the fallout about what happens to Elizabeth? Did Lucky fall off the wagon? Is he back in rehab? Does Robin make any other appearances in the story?

Is their going to be a scene where Ric gets all huffy and puffy with Diane or another character for getting recused from the case?

And my responses to her:

I was thinking maybe of having Elizabeth explain her reasoning to come out during the conversation with Robin. I’ve always seen that part of the scene as a defensive tactic – Elizabeth walking away before Jason could. I’m not sure she would have been able to imagine Jason wanting to continue seeing her, so she said what she thought he might be thinking. So when Jason suggests this plan, she doesn’t quite jump at it, but she doesn’t pull away from it either. I remember that her refusal to that first proposal didn’t stem from the violence (in fact, at no point does that come out as a reason to hide the paternity until February — Elizabeth’s original reason for keepnig the scret was not to wreck Jason’s life). Elizabeth almost appeared to consider it until Jason didn’t really know what kind of marriage it would be. So I’m kind of working from that concept, but yeah I’ll definitely have to address that.
And I think there has to be an element of that in the scene before the wedding. Because everything’s been a blur up until that point, it’s been fear and desperation for her boys and that instinct of wanting to protect Jason ,but not sure she could and do what she needs for her own family. So Jason’s plan offers her a way to do that, she agrees, but then she actually has her quickie divorce in her hand that it’s starting to feel real. Sonny’s explaining this wedding plans, she sees the dress. She starts to freak because she’s starting to accept the fact that her love for Jason has just been buried, never gone and it’s there again, but what does that even mean? So I think she’ll instigate the conversation, because she’s having cold feet. What does this mean for the future? The paternity aside, there’s Cameron to deal with, and how long would something like this last. I want Jason to give her answers to reassure her, but nothing quite definitive, so I’d have to play with this.
As to the rest of it, it’s just a matter how much to put other characters in. I’m trying hard to write a straightforward story with main storyline almost in the the line of A Few Words, but that had some Sonny and Carly stuff in there, dealing with their guilt. I want to use other character to enhance it without taking away from it. So I know I have to put a bit more Robin in there. I want to do more Emily, but I also want it be about Elizabeth finally taking stock of her friendships. Emily was not all that supportive of Elizabeth during the drug storyline — and she, along with Nikolas, factored into the guilt I think Elizabeth felt about not really having her heart in her marriage, worried that her night with Jason would send Lucky over the edge again. Once she realizes how Lucky has put her at risk (through the drugs and being suspended). So while I have to deal with Emily/Nikolas, I do want a distance to be created.

As for Lucky, I don’t want him to be the villain. He’s angry initially because he feels like Elizabeth tricked him into the divorce, and maybe it could feed into his old insecurities about Jason — she’s leaving him for Jason like he always thought she would, and maybe it hadn’t been Patrick, but Jason. Elizabeth’s paternity test and pregnancy is not really well-known, but during that confrontation, when Elizabeth tells him the truth about the paternity and points out Cam hasn’t been adopted, I have to figure out if I want Lucky to just deal with it, be pissed, but walk away or still make trouble somehow. I really don’t want him to be the villain, because he’s going of going to be in Broken Girl, and I would rather not repeat myself more than I have to considering I’m dealing with the same time period.


I left in some hints for another story I’m working on set during the same timeframe 😛

So that’s the first approach at All We Are. I think, for the most, I kept most elements. Cora pushed me on Lucky/Emily/Nikolas, which I’m so happy about because I think the resolution of all three of those relationships with Elizabeth worked well.

I didn’t end up going with some of the Liason conflict I planned, though I wrote the scenes. I realized it didn’t need to be a conflict and it villanized Lucky more than I was comfortable with.

I also didn’t tie up all the loose threads — I never dealt with Elizabeth’s job at the hospital or whatever Ric might cook up to get them back. I did that on purpose. You never tie up loose ends in a soap opera 😛 You never know when you need them down the road for another story.

I hope you guys like the look at the plotting process. I take my writing very seriously which is why I often have trouble. I like to know what I’m going to do and why and utilizing the character backgrounds to drive more story.

August 8, 2015

allweareNot much to see here. Except I posted the last chapter of All We Are.

Wait, what? I thought…Monday…what? 😛

I get bored.

So, yeah. I posted Chapter 17 and the Epilogue for All We Are. Just here at the site. I’ll post on the message boards on Monday, as scheduled, and I’ll also add the bonus material – original plot sketches, changes, etc.–then as well.

I do this sometimes because I want to encourage people to keep up with the site. You never know when I’ll post updates here much earlier than I get around to doing so on the message boards. I love the boards and Fanfiction.net and whatnot, but I’ve put my heart and soul and a ton of free time in this site, so the more I can encourage people to visit here.

So All We Are is finished. It’s been moved to the Completed Alternate History page, and the little image in the sidebar has been shifted. I want to thank you guys for reading this. I know I drove you all crazy with it, but, that was kind of the point. I tried some more interesting things with it (I think some of my Liason stuff was the best I’ve done, I love Chapters 5 and 6 in particular).

What else happend at CG this week? Well, The Best Thing, Chapter 25 was posted on Wednesday. And Friday, I damagedposted the delayed Episode 03, “Don’t Ask Me Why” at Damaged’s website.

Oh, and ha, surprise! I posted an article at Damaged where I interview myself about Season 2 and preview what’s to come over the next nine episodes and what I have planned long term.

Maybe there’s a reader who wants to take my place as interviewer for Season 3. Something to think about 😛

That’s enough for now. I’ll see you guys on Monday!

This entry is part 18 of 18 in the All We Are

When you love someone
Your heartbeat beats so loud
When you love someone
Your feet can’t feel the ground

Love Someone, Jason  Mraz


Wednesday, May 8, 2007

General Hospital: Elizabeth’s Room

“He’s perfect,” Elizabeth murmured as she leaned down to kiss her newborn son’s head again. “Isn’t he the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen?” She looked at Jason, her eyes dazzled.

He looked a bit like Edward—wrinkly and angry, his red face screwed up in a wail as their son seemed to protest the whole concept of childbirth.  Jason didn’t think he could love anyone more.

Except Elizabeth, who looked exhausted from hours of labor, her eyes red, her skin still shining from the sweat and exertion. Somehow, she still looked as beautiful as she had the day he married her. Maybe even more.

“Is Carly on her way with Cameron?” Elizabeth asked, drawing his attention back to the present. “I want him to meet his new brother.”

Jason brushed a kiss on his son’s bald head. “She was picking the boys up from school and bringing them right over.” He perched on the edge of the bed. “I can’t believe he’s finally here.”

“I can’t believe how far we’ve come,” she murmured. She adjusted the baby slightly. “A year ago, we were at the PCPD, handcuffed together and waiting for our lawyers. And now, today…” She loosened one of her hands and reached for him. He rubbed his hands over her rings, a familiar habit he’d picked up in the last six months.

“Today, we have our son.” Jason leaned forward and kissed her. “Do you want to finish filling out the paperwork?”

“What’s left?” Elizabeth asked as he drew back and reached for the clipboard. “Do I have to sign?”

“You do,” Jason confirmed, picking up the pen. “Just his name and ours.”

She frowned. “But we decided on his name months ago. Did you change your mind?”

“No.” Jason scrawled in his signature and handed her the pen. She awkwardly added hers. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t change your mind. It took us three months to decide—”

“Just because I changed my mind six times before we settled doesn’t mean I’m fickle. It’s his name.” Elizabeth sniffed and looked at their son. “Daddy thinks I’m flighty. I just wanted to make sure we didn’t saddle you with a name you’ll hate for the rest of your life.”

“I think we’re safe,” Jason said dryly as he wrote in their choice. Jacob Martin Morgan. “There, done.”

“It’s a good name,” Elizabeth said. “Jake. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before or that we went through so many choices. Kevin, Nathan. David. I don’t like any of those names now.”

She’d loved them each for nearly a week, but once she’d settled on Jake in March, she seemed to feel good about it. Jason didn’t really care one way or another. It was just a name. People didn’t rise or fall based on their names.

She looked at him, her eyes sparkling. “Jason, how long do you want wait before we try for a girl?”

He blinked, then laughed because of course she was kidding. They’d just gotten through this pregnancy. They still had a newborn to contend with. She couldn’t possibly be planning more children already.

But then Elizabeth smiled at him, and Jason began to think a year wouldn’t be too long. Cameron wanted a little sister, after all.

“I love you,” he told her, kissing her again. “Let’s make sure Cameron likes this one before we bring home another baby.”

“I love you, too.” She sighed happily, looking back at their son. She looked back at him. “Do you think life could get better than this?”

“I don’t see how,” Jason replied, smoothing her hair back. “But I guess we could try.”

Elizabeth laughed at him. “Yeah, I guess we can try. Though, what’s better than perfect?”

THE END


So that’s it, folks. I really love this story and I’ll tell you why. It’s the first idea I had returning to writing in Winter 2014 that wasn’t a rewrite or revisioning of a story I was already working on before 2008.

I also tried to do a few things with this — I tried to make Scott Baldwin a sympathetic character. I have my own fondness for him as a character, as someone I grew up with, as a legacy character who never gets the respect he deserves. He wasn’t always the jackass we see today. I hope you guys, by the end, could sympathize with Scott’s position.

I have some bonus material coming up — I had a lot of different ideas for this story, some of which didn’t work once the story got under way — this story as originally 24 chapters, but there’s honestly not enough story there once you get to the heart of the matter.

I hope you guys like, and please, leave me even a brief note if you’d read this story of the last eight months. Love you guys!

<3

LissieLove

This entry is part 17 of 18 in the All We Are

Steady hands just take the wheel
Every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal
For the life I live

Stop and Stare, OneRepublic


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

PCPD: Interrogation Room

 Scott glared at Elizabeth and the recorder she’d brought with her after a brief pit stop. “I’m not taking your confession.”

Elizabeth turned her eyes to Mac, who looked a bit stunned at it all. “Then I’ll give it to Mac. And if he won’t take it, I’ll send it to the Port Charles Herald.”

“Scott…” Mac took a seat. “Maybe we should hear her out—”

“Damn it—” But Scott nodded. “Fine.”

“Before I start, I wanted to say something off the record.” She looked to Mac. “I could have told the world months ago that your daughter stole those pills from the hospital. You know that. I could have broadcast it—Lucky offered to.”

Mac’s face lost a bit of his pallor. “I—”

“The records would have matched—Maxie was a candy striper, and since she was having the affair, it would have made more sense for her to do it, to keep him interested.” Elizabeth tilted her head. “I never intended to do that, Mac. Because it didn’t serve any purpose except to wreck her life further, and I think Maxie’s had enough tragedy.”

Mac exhaled slowly. “Then why are you—”

“Because I intend to confess only to stealing and destroying that file,” Elizabeth said. “I won’t confess to the drug charges, but I didn’t want the reason on record.” She pressed a button. She was taking a serious gamble here, and this tape would either sink her or save her.

“When we met in your office last week, Mr. Baldwin,” Elizabeth began, “you took us on a trip down memory lane. You intended to use all of those previous incidents as proof I would do anything to protect my husband. You accused me of taking that file from the PCPD and destroying it. I did it. No one else knew, but I did it. I shredded it at the hospital, and went on with my life.”

“Why are you doing this?” Scott demanded. “Why are you letting Morgan protect his boss?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here,” Elizabeth said. “And I waive my right to an attorney. Neither one of them would approve of me being here. In fact…”

They paused because there was a commotion outside in the squad room. Mac stood and peered out the blinds. “Well, the cavalry has arrived,” he said dryly. “Jason and Sonny are here, my niece just barreled in after them with Diane. I guess we need to have Diane in here—”

“I don’t want to talk to any of them until I’ve finished my statement,” Elizabeth said. “Please go and tell them that.” She lifted her chin and looked at Scott. “There’s still a few things Mr. Baldwin and I need to sort out.”

Scott scowled, but nodded to Mac. “Let Diane know she’s waived her right to an attorney,” he muttered.

Mac pulled open the door and just managed to keep the crowd from rushing him. He pulled the door shut but not before Elizabeth met Jason’s anguished eyes.

“You’d rather send yourself to jail than an actual criminal,” Scott said, annoyed. “How does this even make sense?”

“Because you almost won, and I couldn’t let it happen.” Elizabeth smiled at him. She felt no panic, no anxiety. She knew Jason would be upset with her, but she was at peace with this decision.

She couldn’t let him pay for her mistakes.

“Jason tried to offer himself and you wouldn’t have it, so I know he was going to turn on Sonny.” She folded her hands in front of her. “And I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake—”

“I’ve been in love with Jason almost since the day I first met him—the first time I really talked him and knew him to be more than my best friend’s brother and Lucky’s former employer. If you won, if he testified against Sonny, then maybe our life could go on. We’re married, and it’s a good marriage. He’s adopting my son, we’re having another child together. Maybe we could still be happy.”

“That’s all I’m trying to offer you, Elizabeth,” Scott told her. “A chance to keep your family together—”

“But one day, Jason would wake up,” she said softly, “and he would look at me, and he would resent me. And everything we built together would always be tainted.”

“Elizabeth—”

“Maybe if it had just been the drug charges, I could have lived with it,” Elizabeth said. “Those were a lie, and I think you know that. I think Ric knew it, too. But he wanted to use me. The way you’re using me. If it had been just the trumped up charges, maybe I could have seen it the way you do.” She tilted her head. “But I stole that file. And I got caught. I can’t let Jason or anyone else pay for my crime.”

“Elizabeth—”

“I’m not confessing just because it’s the right thing to do,” she continued, “I’m doing it because I can’t let my marriage be poisoned. If it’s going to fall apart, it’ll be because we don’t love each other enough to stay together. Not because he sent his best friend to prison because of me. You understand that, don’t you? I love him too much to let him do this.”

Scott scrubbed his hands over his face. “Hell. You’re really doing this. You’re really sitting in front of me with a tape recorder and confessing to charges that will put you away for at least five years, if not ten.” He looked at her. “How can you have a moral compass and still be with Jason Morgan?”

“Because, as I’m sure you’d understand, Mr. Baldwin, love doesn’t require rational thought and reasonable explanations. It just is. I love him, and I can’t let you ruin that.” She hesitated. “And I’m sorry that this ruins your plans. I know you really think you were offering me a good deal, that you were trying to do something nice. I am guilty, and you didn’t have to offer a get out of jail free card.”

She lifted her wrists towards him. “I’m ready to be booked.” And then lifted her chin in silent defiance.

Scott sighed, leaned over and pressed the stop button. “Put your hands down, Elizabeth. I’m not arresting you.” He handed her the tape.

Elizabeth accepted it, confused. “I don’t—I don’t understand.”

“I don’t want you,” he said. “But now I can’t force Jason Morgan to turn over his friend because you had to go and do the right thing.” Disgusted, he stood. “You’re right. I’m using you, and I tried to use charges I damn well knew weren’t true. I wasn’t going to charge the drugs, but I thought about it.” He turned away. “I want Sonny Corinthos behind bars, but I want to be able to look myself in the mirror while I do it.”

“Mr. Baldwin—” Elizabeth stood.

“And if I took your confession and put you in jail, if I put Jason Morgan in jail for trying to protect you—what kind of man would that make me? I’d be nothing more than what people see. I’d be a bully who cared more about results than justice.”

Her heart began to pound. “You’re going to let me go?”

“I am.” Scott turned back and met her eyes. “And you’ll give that tape to your lawyer, so if anyone ever comes after you for this, we’ll have to explain why we declined to press charges after you confessed.”

“But…” She frowned. “I don’t—”

“I don’t want you,” Scott repeated. “And there’s no justice in prosecuting you. So you can go.”

He pulled open the squad door and gestured for her to go in front of her. “Before your husband rips down the walls—”

Elizabeth blinked but went out, dismayed to see Jason and Sonny standing with Diane and Robin, all four of them looking angry, scared, and seriously annoyed.

“Scott?” Mac said, coming forward, his hand at his belt for a pair of handcuffs. “Are we taking her to Booking?”

“I demand to know what’s going on!” Diane cut in.

“Mrs. Morgan is free to go,” Scott announced. The room crashed into silence. “She’s cooperated fully with our investigation and I’m satisfied that she’s been cleared of all charges.” He cleared his throat and looked at her. “Thank you for your time, Mrs. Morgan. Have a nice holiday.”

He sent a dark look at Sonny Corinthos before ambling out of the room. Mac blinked, then hurried after Scott, ostensibly to demand answers.

“We should go,” Elizabeth said to Jason. “I’ll—I’ll explain in the car.”

No one said anything until they had made it to the parking lot, where a cluster of cars was haphazardly parked. “Elizabeth,” Sonny began, but she cut him off.

“Diane, you’ll want to keep this in my case file.” Elizabeth handed her the tape. “A bit of insurance policy if Scott ever changes his mind.”

The redhead took the tape, but pursed her lips. “I don’t know how you did it, but I’m going to demand answers at some point.” She slid into her car. “And I may seriously consider resigning after this debacle. I don’t know why I’m being paid if you’re not going to actually heed my advice.”

“We’ll catch up later,” Robin said. She hugged Elizabeth, then looked to Jason. “You just remember you tried to do the same thing before you get all huffy with her.”

“Goodbye, Robin,” Jason said blandly. “Cody—” He looked her guard. “I’m sure Elizabeth left you no choice, but if you could follow us back to the penthouse?”

“Sure thing.”

“Jason—” Sonny began.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Jason told him. He looked at her. “Elizabeth and I have a few things to talk about.” His tone was almost empty, but a muscle was twitching in his cheek. She was in trouble.

She sniffed as she climbed into the SUV. He had some nerve being angry with her, when Robin was right—he’d tried the exact same thing only her plan had worked. And she’d tell him as much as soon as they got home.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“Are you going to say anything?” Elizabeth asked. She drew off her coat and draped it over the back of the armchair. “Jason?”

He stood in front of the fireplace, staring straight ahead. He hadn’t spoken to her in the car, in the parking garage, or the elevator ride. When he still said nothing, Elizabeth started towards him. “Jason,” she said again.

This time he turned, but his face—it was unreadable. “Why did Baldwin let you go?” he asked, his tone even, even subdued. “Did you confess?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth twisted her fingers in front of her. “Not to the drugs—I told Mac before I started taping that I suspected Maxie had been involved but I didn’t want to put it on the record. But I told Scott I stole the file and that I destroyed it.” She hesitated. “I thought he might—he might turn away my confession, like he did to you. I thought he wanted Sonny more than he wanted me.”

Jason’s face was still set in that frustratingly blank expression. “And if he hadn’t?”

“Then I guess I would be cooling my heels in a jail cell.” Elizabeth sighed. “I know you’re angry with me—”

“I don’t—” He shook his head. “Angry isn’t the word.” He moved past her, toward the pool table. “Do you have any idea what you risked? You would have gone to jail, Elizabeth. For five, maybe more, years.”

“I know.” She followed him. “What about what you risked?” she challenged. “If Scott had taken you up on your confession, how long did you think he’d put you away for?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Jason shook his head swiftly. “It’s not the same.”

“He might have put you away for decades! Decades,” she repeated, her heart pounding. “The boys would have grown up without you. Is that what you were prepared for? To only see them once a month when I brought them to see you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jason said again. “You would have been with them—”

“Why isn’t what I did the same?” she cut in. “I wanted to protect you—”

“Because I’m the criminal!” he exploded finally, flattening his hand against his chest. “Not you! I’m the one who goes to jail! If you think I would have let Baldwin put you in a cell—”

“I committed a crime, too,” Elizabeth said softly. “Only I didn’t get away with mine.” She reached out to touch his arm but he slid away from her. “Jason, I couldn’t let you testify against Sonny.”

“I don’t—” Jason dipped his head. “I don’t know if I would have.”

Don’t lie to me.” When he shook his head, she scowled. “You lied to me yesterday. You told me Diane felt optimistic, that she could make this go away, but that’s only because you were going to do it instead. Jesus, Jason, what did you think I would do when I found out?”

“I—” Jason looked away. “I don’t know. I hadn’t—I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“I would have been devastated.” She fisted her hands at her side. “I would have blamed myself. I would have hated myself for being the reason the boys didn’t have you, for being the reason everything we’ve built fell apart—”

“I would have been in jail for something I did,” he insisted. “Elizabeth, you’re only at risk because of me. Because of what I do—”

“What kind of life would we have if you were in jail for then next twenty-five years?” she cut in. “How could you think we’d survive—” Her throat closed, and she couldn’t continue. “Would you have divorced me?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead—” His eyes darted away. “Elizabeth—”

She closed her eyes, the tears building up behind her eyes. “Oh, God. You would have. You would have seen it as the right thing to do. You would have gone to jail for the rest of your natural life and divorced me.”

“He didn’t want my confession any more than he wanted yours, so why does it matter?” Jason asked. “Elizabeth, it’s not that I’m not glad you found a way out of this—”

“It matters,” she bit out. “Because I want to know what our future means to you, and if it means so little that you would have tossed it away—rather than me spending time in jail for a few years and moving past it—you wanted the option where you went away for decades and would have let me go.”

“No, that’s not—” He reached for her, but now she was the one to step back. “That’s not what I would—I wouldn’t want you to wait. It wouldn’t have been fair—”

“The legal troubles are over now.” She started to tug the rings from her finger, but her hands were slightly swollen from her pregnancy. “There’s no reason for any of this—do you think Scott Baldwin would even care if we got divorced—”

“Wait a second—” Jason’s hands closed over hers, preventing her from removing the rings. “I don’t want a divorce—Damn it, Elizabeth. I’m the one that’s supposed to be angry here—”

“Why?” Elizabeth retorted, yanking her hands back. “Because I stopped it myself? Because I fixed my own problems?” Her heart was pounding so fast, so loudly, she could almost hear it in her ears. “Do you think I was going to let Scott Baldwin use me to hurt you? To hurt your best friend? Why are you the only one who gets to risk their freedom? You would have walked away from me, from Cameron, from our child, so that you could be the one to save the day—”

“It wasn’t about saving the day!” He spread his hands at his sides, his face flushed with anger. “You destroyed that file for me! They came after you because of me—” He cut himself off and closed his eyes. “Elizabeth,” he said after a long moment. He opened his eyes and looked at her, his expression not quite so irritated. “The thought of being away from you and the boys—I hated it. All I want to do is come home to you. To be with Cameron, to see my son be born. But more than that, I wanted to make sure you could be with them.” He swallowed. “I love you. And I’m sorry, but I’m never going to want you hurt.”

Her vision dimmed for just a moment, and Elizabeth found it difficult to speak. “Could—” She cleared her throat. “Could you repeat that?”

His eyes were soft as his hand came up to tuck her hair behind her ears. “I love you. I’m sorry for not trusting you, for going to see Baldwin without telling you. I had to try.”

“I couldn’t let you turn against Sonny,” she whispered, as a tear slid down her cheek. “Not for something I did. It would have poisoned us. You would have looked at me one day, and saw everything you sacrificed for me, and you would have resented me—” She raised her hand, pressed her fingers to his lips when he opened his mouth. “Don’t say you wouldn’t have. I couldn’t risk it. I love you, too, and I just—I couldn’t bear losing you.”

Some of the tension bled from his shoulders as he exhaled slowly. He took her hand in his, kissed her fingers before drawing her against him. “This is our life,” Jason told her, “and we’re in this together. No more divide and conquer. I love you,” he repeated. “And I love Cameron and this baby. You just—you risked it all today. I—” He shook his head. “I was terrified, standing in the squad room, afraid Baldwin would bring you out in cuffs.”

“I’m sorry.” Elizabeth could feel his breath against her temple. “But I was terrified, too. When Diane told me you’d offered yourself, when I realized you were prepared to sacrifice Sonny, I could barely breathe.”

He looked down at her hand and straightened her rings. “I don’t want a divorce,” Jason told her, raising his eyes to meet hers. “Not today, tomorrow, next year. Not ever. I want our family.”

She laughed a little as he kissed her, his taste mingling with the salt in her tears. “Well…” Elizabeth murmured when he released her. “I guess Sonny knew what he was doing when he planned our wedding. Because, other than today, and I’m sure the births of my children—that was the best day of my life.” She slid her fingers through his hair. “Do you remember Robin’s reading that day?”

“Something about finding the right wrong person?” Jason asked, with a touch of amusement in his eyes. “Yeah. Why?”

“I didn’t know what I was looking for,” she continued. “Until everything in the life I thought I wanted fell apart. And I came to you. And you opened the door to me.” She tightened her arms around his neck. “I wouldn’t change a single moment.”

“Neither would I.” He dipped his head and kissed her again. “How much time do we have before we have to pick Cameron up from Carly’s?” he murmured against her lips.

“Oh…” Elizabeth smiled and tilted her head. “I think there’s enough time for that.”

August 5, 2015

This entry is part 25 of 34 in the The Best Thing

Hey we’re just bleeding for nothing
It’s hard to breathe when you’re standing on your own
We’ll kill ourselves to find freedom
You’ll kill yourself to find anything at all

Hey Now, Augustana


Sunday, August 21, 2005

A Warehouse

Less than a week ago, Johnny Zacchara had left his girlfriend’s apartment intending to grab a quick lunch at a cafe on the waterfront and then hole up in the apartment he rented nearby and play some music, though he rarely stayed there overnight anymore.

He had pulled into his parking garage, stepped out of his Porsche, and then…

That was it. That was all he remembered.

He’d woken in a small dark room, tied to a chair, duct tape stretched across his mouth.

Fucking hell.

He hadn’t really given much thought to the fact Nadine lived in Corinthos-controlled Port Charles. Johnny had removed himself from his father’s world, living in England for a handful of years and attending Oxford University before moving to New York City. He spent most of his time in music clubs and art galleries.

Until, on a whim, he’d traveled to a blues club here—Luke’s had a great reputation. He’d seen a pretty blonde dancing on the floor with some of her friends, and that had been it.

But he’d barely thought about Sonny Corinthos. They hardly run in the same circles, and Johnny thought he had defused any issues by approaching Jason Morgan and his girlfriend at the art showing last February.

Apparently not. Sonny Corinthos had had him knocked out and tied up in this warehouse for…he thought it must be nearly a week but Johnny tended to black out between beatings. The mobster would show up to enjoy one of his men pounding on him, demand to know why Johnny was coming after him, and then leave, disgusted by Johnny’s claims of innocence. They’d moved him a few days ago, and now the voices were new with a Hispanic accent, but they still beat the shit out of him when Sonny ordered it.

He didn’t know why he wasn’t dead yet. Maybe Sonny wanted to hear him admit whatever crime he thought Johnny had committed.

That would be his death warrant, so there was no hope of admitting guilt in order to escape.

He had to hold out hope that Nadine, worried by his absence, would do something. Would call the police, maybe. And after the third beating, maybe he wouldn’t mind if Anthony Zacchara came to rescue him. He didn’t care for his father, but he also didn’t care for dying for no good fucking reason.

He had never introduced Nadine and his father, though both were aware of the other. He could see her now, pacing her apartment. Waiting for him to call. Worrying.

The door swung open and footsteps came closer though Johnny couldn’t really hear them.

“You ready to admit it, you fucker?”

Fan-fucking-tastic. Another beating. Maybe they’d kill him this time and put him out of his misery.

Hardy Home: Living Room

 Elizabeth loved her brother, she really did. But there moments when she wanted to set him on fire. And today…today was one of those moments.

“Steven,” she said again, watching him fold a blanket and set it on the back of the sofa. “I don’t know why you won’t help me convince Gram to have this surgery—”

Steven turned to face her, his eyes exhausted from spending all day working and then nights taking care of Audrey. Elizabeth did her best to be here as often as she could, but she had set things in motion with her agent for a show in October, Diane Miller was nailing down the final contract to open her own gallery in the spring, Nora was taking a summer class which necessitated Elizabeth having the kids two more days a week than normal—

And it went without saying that the situation at home had not been better. Jason was no longer meeting with men at the penthouse as often, but they were still there. Sonny had done a disappearing act—she hadn’t seen him since the engagement party.

And Johnny Zacchara remained missing.

But she had to focus on the things she could control, and damn it, she could find a way to control this. “Steven—”

“Bits, what do you want me to say?” he demanded. “Gram’s a nurse. I can’t lie to her and tell her a woman in her eighties will be perfectly fine having major open-heart surgery. She’s not an idiot—”

“She’s throwing away a chance to have another decade,” Elizabeth shot back.

“Damn it, Elizabeth—” Steven bit off his next words. “This is only the third time you’ve been here. You don’t see the way Gram—” He looked away. “I’m not sure surgery is going to be an option.”

Stung, she recoiled. “What does that mean? Of course it is—”

“It’s the middle of the day, and Gram is upstairs taking a nap.” Steven scowled. “When was the last time our indomitable grandmother took a nap in the middle of the damn day? She’s weaker than she was a week ago. This new medication isn’t working either.”

“No.” Elizabeth folded her arms and shook her head. “We’ll just—we’ll talk to Monica. We’ll find another medication. Don’t you shake your head at me, Steven Lars Webber! Maybe there’s another doctor—”

“You going to throw money at the problem, then?” Steven demanded. “That’s your way of dealing with it? She’s at home all day while I’m work, Elizabeth. Where the hell are you?”

“I—” Her throat closed. “I’m trying the best I can,” she choked out. “I have Cam and Evie—”

“And a goddamn nanny. You have money, remember?” he returned with a glare. “But you can’t be bothered—you judge Uncle Tommy and Sarah for not being here—at least they’re doing something useful. What the hell is your excuse? You live in town. You don’t work—”

“You have no right to accuse me of not being here!” she shot back. “I’m the one that never left. You’ve been here five minutes, Steven. I’ve been here eight years. And I work—”

“Or maybe you’re too wrapped up in your new fiancé,” Steven cut in, his tone so scathing she had to blink. “Taking care of his kid—”

“I don’t have to listen to this!” Elizabeth snapped, not really sure how this had become a conversation about her shortcomings. She thought she and Steven had turned a corner. They had never been close growing up—he had always been like her parents, like Sarah, trying to figure out what they would do with Lizzie.

And maybe that’s all she’d ever been to him. His little sister who was okay unless she was given responsibility. Can’t trust Lizzie. She’ll break it. She’ll forget it.

She won’t take care of it.

She’s not good enough.

She’s not like us.

She took a deep breath. Fighting wasn’t going to get them anywhere. Wasn’t going to make her grandmother change her mind. “I love her, Steven. I just want to do right by her. I don’t know why you have make it personal. I’m sorry if I don’t live up to your standards—”

“Bits, I’m sorry—” Steven rubbed a hand over his face. “I know you’ve got your own life. And Gram would hate if you let something go in order to look after her. She hates that I’m here. I’m just…I’m just—I’m at a loss. She won’t have the surgery, but the new meds—” He dipped his head. “I’m watching her fade away, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Elizabeth sighed, stepped forward, and embraced her brother. “I’m sorry, Steven. I know you hate this as much as I do. I’ll do better. I’ll stop by more—”

“No, I know things are insane for you.” Steven put his hands on her forearms. “And of course you work, I just—I meant you didn’t have a schedule. You know how proud I am of you, how much I love you. I’m just—I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Elizabeth murmured, swallowing her cutting remark. It was easy to dump on her, it always had been. But Steven looked exhausted and he had been bearing the brunt of Audrey’s care for the last week.

And if she were fading as fast as Steven suggested…the nights would not be particularly restful. “We’ll be okay, Steven. You and me. We just have stick together, okay?”

He kissed her forehead. “We will, Bits. And maybe you’re right. We’ll talk to Monica. Maybe there’s another option.”

But they both knew they were likely clinging to hope at this point.

Morgan Penthouse: Jason’s Office

 Jason scrawled his name at the bottom of the paperwork Bernie handed him and checked to make sure all the necessary pages were initialed. “How fast can we push the sale through?” he asked, handing the contract back.

“I can have it finalized by the end of the week,” Bernie promised. “And Johnny can start security the very next day. We’ll make sure the place is secure.” He glanced around the small room. “You’re making the right decision, Jason.”

He hoped so. The penthouse was no longer a tenable solution. Sonny was ducking his calls, and by the look on Max’s face, the report on his comings and goings was likely to be a disappointing one.

Johnny Zacchara was missing. Sonny was behind it, even if he would never admit it, and Jason had taken over the day to day operations. They were no longer even pretending to run things by Sonny.

Jason, even if they hadn’t said anything out loud, had taken control. And continuing to stay across the hall from his former business partner would be suicide.

So he bought a house on the outskirts of Port Charles with enough land to put up an electric fence and a gatehouse to control comings and goings—the best money security could buy—he hated the thought of it, but he wanted it in his back pocket in case it was necessary. The deed had been bought in Cam’s name, in order to keep it off Sonny’s radar, and Jason hated that as well.

There was nothing about this situation that was going well for him.

“Get it done,” Jason said finally. He looked to Max. “What’s the bad news?”

“It’s worse than you thought.” Max sighed, and nodded to Tommy, who tended to handle the gambling rings and the bookies who kept them in the green. “Not only can I still not keep my eyes on Sonny without losing him, but Tommy thinks he knows what’s been going on.”

Jason directed his eyes to the swarthy Italian transplant. “Tommy?”

“Sonny came into one of the casinos on Van Ness last Monday,” Tommy said. “And he pulled some of my guys to work on a project. I didn’t know because I’ve been out on the streets with Francis and Johnny, trying to find Junior, and we didn’t exactly broadcast our concern.”

Which solved the mystery as to how Sonny would have gotten the jump on a younger, stronger man. “And?” Jason pressed.

“And Sonny relieved them of their duties two days ago. When they popped back up, they were bragging about doing some work for him personally—not something that usually happens to the guys down there.” Tommy scowled. “And it got back to me. I called them in. They’re low on the food chain, Jase. They don’t know the score the way we do up here.”

Jason leaned back. “I’m not going to knock out a couple of schmucks who thought they were doing their job. What’d they say, Tommy?”

“They grabbed Junior out of his parking garage last Monday,” Tommy confirmed. “They took him to a warehouse near Courtland Street, where they kept him tied up. Sonny would stop by once a day, ask Junior about the fire, he’d deny it. And then the guys would beat him. “

Jason got to his feet. “They know where this place is?” he demanded. God, this could be over now. If he could get the little bastard to safety, he could concentrate on Sonny—

“I already went there,” Tommy said, his tone apologetic now. “It’s empty. He’s been moved. But my guys didn’t do it. And I did a quick round up of my crew before I came here. No one will admit to taking their place. Francis is checking with his guys, but—”

Max took over. “Johnny and I cleared our guys. Whoever Sonny’s working with now, they’re not on our grid. Francis’s people know better.”

Jason sank back into his seat. The implications of this story were…they were devastating.

Johnny Zacchara was being beaten somewhere at regular intervals, and if he admitted guilt to make it stop, Sonny would likely kill him. Either way, his life was in danger. And since he hadn’t split, it was likely his girlfriend was freaking out. If she hadn’t called Anthony Zacchara yet, it was only a matter of time.

And that wasn’t the worst of it. If Sonny had stopped using their own guys, he had gone outside the organization. Either he’d picked up guys from off the street, or he’d gone to another family.

And if he’d done that…

“Jason,” Max said, “We know now that Sonny’s done something to Junior. It’s time we stop pretending to tail him. You need to confront him, you need to get him to hand the kid over.”

“Yeah.” Jason cleared his throat. “Ah. We—” He couldn’t do that, though. He couldn’t make a move on Sonny. Sonny might not have gone over the edge into the psychotic break his sister had warned them about, but he wasn’t too far off.

And his family lived across the hall from him.

He had to get them to safety first. He took a deep breath and looked to Max. “Can you get me Cody?” he asked, referring to the guard who was on the door to the penthouse and was generally in charge of the security of Jason’s family.

Max nodded, and a few moments later, had brought the man in question to him. “Cody, ah, do you know where Nora and Elizabeth are?” Jason asked. He hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them that morning.

“Milo took Miss Webber to see her grandmother and then she had appointment with Diane Miller downtown. Nora is with Denny and Lyle at the park with the kids.” Cody hesitated. “Did you want me to call them? Bring them back?”

“No, no…” Jason rose. “I just want to make—” He wanted to make sure the people he loved most in the world were okay. That someone was with them, protecting them. “Thanks, Cody.” He hesitated. He felt their eyes on them, these men who could be ruthless and even violent, and they knew they were pitying him.

He swallowed hard. “You can go back to the door.”

“Jason,” Johnny said. “Maybe some of Tommy’s guys don’t know the score, but that’s because they’re usually pretty far removed from this stuff. They’re too busy making money—”

“But they know it now,” Tommy interrupted, annoyed. “None of the guys are taking assignments from anyone who isn’t me.  If they get another offer from Sonny, they know to agree and then call me so we can figure out what’s going on. They know who’s in charge, Jase.”

“Right,” Johnny said, rolling his eyes at his prickly colleague. “Anyway, what I’m saying is we’ve got the best people on Elizabeth and the kids. Sonny’s not going after them.”

Maybe, maybe not.

“Just get the house settled,” Jason told Bernie and Johnny. To Max and Tommy, he said, “Max, I want your energy and any man you can spare looking for Junior. But let’s continue to keep it quiet. I don’t want it filtering back to Anthony. It hasn’t yet, but I don’t know how often the kid is supposed to check in with his father. Get some eyes on the girlfriend. Don’t—don’t go near her, but I want to know if she reaches out to Anthony. I want warning. Tommy, I need you to keep things running smoothly in your area. I don’t want the cops raiding any of the casinos or grabbing any of the bookies. We need to look like we got our shit together.”

“Ah, Jase?” Cody knocked on the open door. “Courtney Matthews is at the front desk.”

Jason exhaled slowly. The last thing he wanted was a run-in with his ex-wife, but she was probably concerned about Sonny. And maybe she’d been in contact with him. “You can bring her up. We’re done in here.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Courtney still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing, but she couldn’t stand it anymore.

A guard let her inside the penthouse, and Courtney stepped over the threshold into her former home, blinking at the changes. The pool table remained, but a playpen, a changing table, and a scattering of toys sat in the front of the room where Jason’s desk had once set.

And Jason was standing by the sofa, an air of impatience emanating from him. “I’m sorry for just showing up like this,” she said, “but I can’t—I can’t pretend I’m not worried anymore. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

Jason slid his hands into his jeans. “What’s going on, Courtney?” he asked. “Is this about Sonny or Carly?”

“It’s about them both,” Courtney answered. She set her bag on the back of the armchair. “Sonny came to stay with me last month, and I know he was going to see a doctor. He was doing a bit better the last few times I talked to him, but I called him last week, and—” She closed her eyes. “He was worse than I’ve seen him. He accused me of sniffing around him for money, of using him, of going behind his back to talk to you—which I hadn’t done. And I talked to Carly, who told me I should tell you and Elizabeth to give them custody of Evie if I wanted to help so much.”

Jason exhaled slowly. “Hell.” He pressed the heel of his hand to his eye and was quiet for a moment. “He’s sick, Courtney—”

“I know that,” she interrupted. “And I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about—” She bit off the words, swallowing the fear. “Jason, I’m scared for Michael and Morgan. And even for you, for Elizabeth. You didn’t hear the way Sonny talked about you. He thinks you’re out to get him. He thinks I’m helping you. I don’t know what I’d be helping you do, but he’s remembering the way we lied to him, and thinks I’ve been disloyal to him.”

“I didn’t—” He looked away. “I’m sorry, Courtney. Things—things have been difficult—and not just because of the last year or because of Evie.” Jason paused. “And I guess you know she’s Sonny’s daughter.”

“I always knew that.” Courtney dismissed that, because it wasn’t important now. The situation was so much worse than she’d ever thought it could be. She’d believed Carly was the person to worry about, but her brother’s searing anger on their phone call had terrified her. He’d never spoken to her like that, and even at the height of his anger with Jason… “That’s not important. No, it’s not about Evie anymore. I’m not sure it ever really was. Jason, we need to get the boys away from him. And from Carly, if she won’t leave him. I talked to a lawyer, but he doesn’t think there’s anything I can do since there’s nothing on record and he doesn’t appear to be a danger to them.”

“Courtney—”

“I know about the fire last week, but Jason—” She hesitated. “He told me things last month—he said he was so angry with you sometimes he fantasized about—” She closed her eyes. “He talked about hurting you. Wrapping his hands around neck—and he’s so angry at you, Jason—”

Jason swallowed, but it was the only outward reaction he showed. “Okay. That—that doesn’t surprise me—”

“He thinks you’re taking control of his life, that you’re stripping him of the things he considers his. First you took Sam, then you took Evie. And we all know the men have always trusted you more.” Courtney stepped towards him. “Jason, he sounded—he sounded like he’s gone over that proverbial edge we’ve all worried about—”

“He’s close to it,” Jason said after a moment.  “But he hasn’t gone over yet.” He didn’t elaborate on how he could come to that conclusion.

The door opened behind them, and Elizabeth stepped in, blinking at Courtney in the room. “Courtney.”

They hadn’t been face to face in nearly two years. “I just came—I wanted to talk to Jason about the boys.” She looked to Jason. “Just be on your guard okay? I’m going to talk to Bobbie about trying to convince Carly to do something.”

She pushed past Elizabeth and left. She’d done what she could to warn Jason, but her attention had to be on the things she could do to help Michael and Morgan.

They deserved so much better.

Back inside, Elizabeth bit her lip and faced Jason. “Jason, is she okay? She looked so upset.”

And because the look in Elizabeth’s eyes wasn’t annoyance or suspicion at finding him alone with his ex-wife, Jason sighed and sat on the sofa, exhausted.

Sonny had kidnapped Johnny Zacchara, had probably gone to another organization for help. Courtney thought Sonny was going to come after Jason. Elizabeth’s grandmother was probably dying.

Everything was changing, and it was happening so fast, he couldn’t get a grip on it.

“Jason.” Elizabeth set her bag on the chair and perched on the coffee table in front of him. “They’re all looking to you to make it right. To fix it. To make everyone safe, aren’t they?”

He said nothing, but looked up. “I can’t,” he admitted. “I can’t make it stop.”

Elizabeth just nodded, reaching out to rub his knee. “No, I guess you can’t,” she said finally. “So let’s concentrate on what we can do. What happened while I was gone? Can you tell me?”

And he told her, because she deserved to know. He told her that Sonny had done exactly what they all feared, but maybe it was even worse than they thought, because if another family was involved, they’d see the inherent weakness in the organization. They’d smell blood in the water.

And if they couldn’t return Johnny Zacchara to his father in relatively good shape, he’d have a war on two fronts.

And in the middle of everything—there were four children who had never asked for any of this.

He told her everything because what was the point of pretending there were things she couldn’t know, as if she were safer kept in the dark?

Her face was pale when he finally stopped talking, but she nodded. “Okay. Okay. Well, that’s—” Her laugh was thin, shaky. “Well, that’s more than I—Okay.”

Elizabeth stood and walked towards the large bay windows overlooking the bay, then turned back. “I know something that might help.”

Jason frowned at her, skeptical. “What?”

“Steven is looking after Gram at night, but she’s alone during the day. I was trying to see how I could spend more time there, and make sure someone is always there. So that’s what we’ll do. We can’t stay across the hall from Sonny. Not if he’s talking about you the way Courtney said.” She nodded, her voice stronger. “So we’ll move to my grandmother’s house temporarily. That works, doesn’t it?”

He stood. “Elizabeth—”

“You can still come here for meetings, if you need to. But I know the fact that the kids and I are here, so close to it all—it drives you insane. It can be one less thing for you to worry about, and I’ll feel better being closer to my grandmother. It might be a tight fit, but it’ll be temporary.”

He hesitated. But it just might work. At least for a bit. He could put more security at the Hardy house, had already had some upgrades put in just for Audrey’s sake. “We can do that.”

“I don’t know what I can do about the rest of it,” Elizabeth said. “It’s not my area.” She stood in front of him, and put her hands on his chest. “It seems to me you need to get Johnny Zacchara back, right? You need to find him and get him home. Worrying about Sonny and another organization isn’t going—it can’t be your priority.”

And some of the tension slid from Jason’s chest. Because she was right. He couldn’t fight a war on two fronts, so he had to make sure he didn’t have to.

It was more important to mollify Anthony Zacchara.

“Elizabeth…” He lowered his forehead and just touched it to hers. “When this is over—”

“We’re not worrying about that right now.” Her fingers twisted in his shirt. “We’re going to make sure the people we love are safe. I’ll talk to Bobbie. Like Courtney said, she’s the best conduit to Carly. Michael and Morgan are in the middle of this, too. And we have to find a way to help them. We’ll make sure the kids are safe, across town and away from Sonny. You’ll find Johnny Zacchara, and ship him home. And then you’ll put Sonny under lock and key until he agrees to see another doctor. We can do this. One step at a time.”

He sighed. “I know, but—”

“And then you can go back to not telling me a blessed thing about what happens when you walk out that door, and I can go back to worrying about whether or not I can actually run an art gallery.”

And she made it sound so simple, Jason thought they might be able to do it.

He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.

August 3, 2015

allweareSo, first things first: I’ve updated All We Are with Chapter Sixteen. Next week, we say goodbye to this story as I’ll be posting Chapter 17 and an epilogue, as well as the full ebook that went up for the giveaway winners and Patreon supporters this weekend.

I haven’t worked on All We Are now for a month (other than some editing issues) and I already miss it. It was a fun story and it worked out almost as I had intended. I’ll be posting some extra bonus material for that story next week as well — the original plot sketches, some of the ideas I tossed in favor of the final version. There’s already a handful of deleted scenes over at the Patreon site.

Secondly, as I mentioned in passing, I’ve decided to push Bittersweet back a bit. I’m going back to work in September, but I’ll be going back to school as well. I have my bachelor’s and master degrees in History, but I need to bittersweetmy teaching certificate — I’m taking a few years off before pursuing my Ph.D–so I’ll be going back for education classes. I’m taking five classes in addition to working three days a week. Not to mention my best friend is getting married in June, and I’m serving as maid of honor, so there’s stuff going on there. I have a full load of nieces and nephews–and then you know, sometimes I might want to just stare at the ceiling, haha.

So my writing time is going to shrink–I’m just being realistic about that. I don’t want to get into a position where I’m promising you guys updates that don’t happen.

I’m also going to shift into the update schedule I intend to utilize in the fall–the one I experimented with last spring. I’ll be scheduling updates on the weekend, and posting one round-up post a week to catch everything. Which means if you read my work on message boards or other sites than CG, you’ll get your updates on the weekend in the fall.

So, I’ll be finishing All We Are next Monday. Fiction Graveyard will move back to Mondays the following week, with The Best Thing on Wednesdays, and Damaged on Fridays. If I can get enough of TBT done, I’ll be bumping that up to twice a week.

I plan to finish writing TBT and Damaged Season 2 by the end of August, so then I’ll be writing Bittersweet and will probably post it sometime in late September, but I’m hoping no later than October. I’ll keep you guys posted. Bittersweet‘s schedule really depends on how well things go with The Best Thing and Damaged Season 2 this month.

 

This entry is part 16 of 18 in the All We Are

Nothin’ goes as planned
Everything will break
People say goodbye
In their own special way
All that you rely on
And all that you can fake
Will leave you in the morning
But find you in the day

In My Veins, Andrew Belle


Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Elm Street Pier

 When Jason saw Sam sitting on the bench by the waterfront, he nearly backtracked and took another route to the street. He had been successfully able to avoid his ex-girlfriend for nearly two months—since he’d sent her out of the penthouse with Carly.

Sam rose to her feet when she saw him coming. “I thought I might be able to catch you if I waited here long enough.” Her expression was pained as she continued, “I didn’t think you’d want me stopping by the penthouse.”

He didn’t respond to that—there was nothing he could say. He didn’t want her in the penthouse. “What’s up?” he asked after a moment.

“My mother knows about Ric,” Sam said flatly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jason looked away, remembering that night as Alexis had struggled to catch her breath but had been unable to hide the shock, the pain in her expression. “She said she’d handle it. I guess she has.”

Sam huffed. “You told Sonny she knew. Can you guess who he told?”

Jason winced. Carly being in possession of that knowledge was a ticking time bomb. “I’m sorry if Carly told Alexis, but that’s her problem—”

“Carly told me,” Sam cut in. She slid her hands into the pockets of her coat. “And I decided that I wasn’t going to let her have the satisfaction of holding that over me. So I told Alexis.”

“Okay.” Jason blinked. “I don’t know what you want, Sam—”

“I want to know why you sandbagged me with this. I had a right to know she already knew—” Sam stopped. “And I want to know how you can live with yourself with what you’ve done.”

“What I’ve done?” Jason repeated. “Sam, you slept with your mother’s husband. That’s not my fault. Alexis had the right to deal with it the way she needed to—”

“The way you dealt with it?” Sam demanded. “You jumped on the first excuse you could and crawled into bed with Elizabeth. What kind of person does that make you?” She smirked. “But I guess she got the last laugh. She managed to knock herself up. Maybe if I had done that, you wouldn’t have left me.”

Jason exhaled slowly and looked away. He felt guilty for the way he’d walked away from Sam, but not as much as he had once. He’d walked away for a good reason, but he’d changed his mind. Sam’s actions had prevented their reconciliation, not his.

And God help him, he was grateful. He would rather have had the horror of finding her with Ric a thousand times if it meant he’d be with Elizabeth today.

“I don’t know what you want,” Jason repeated. “I’m sorry if you’re having trouble at home, Sam, but it has nothing to do with me—”

“How could you promise to love me and then turn around and marry her?” Sam demanded as he started to walk past her. “I thought it was just to get at Ric—I thought he was up to something, but it’s not just that, is it? What the hell was I, Jason? A rebound? A stand-in? Someone to keep the bed warm until Elizabeth came back around?”

He shook his head. She would never understand. “Sam, I don’t owe you any explanations. We were broken up. I—” He hesitated. “I moved on. You should do the same.”

“I can’t believe you can stand there and act like things weren’t completely different a year ago. Six months ago.” She jabbed a finger in his direction, her eyes burning into his. “She was married to another man five minutes ago. What makes you think she’s going to stick around this time?”

“Sam—” He shook his head. “I’m going now—”

“You think your little happy life is going to last forever?” Sam called after him as he walked up the stairs. “I hope she leaves you the way you walked out on me. With no warning, no damn good reason. I hope she crushes your heart when she goes. Then maybe you’ll understand what you’ve done to me.”

He turned at the top of the stairs for one last look at a woman with whom he’d spent the better part of two years, had planned a life and family with. She was glaring at him, her breaths sending little puffs into the chilly winter air.

He didn’t have the space to feel sorry for her anymore. He was going to Baldwin’s office to confess to whatever would keep Elizabeth out of jail. There just wasn’t room for a woman who had once meant so much to him. He reached down for something, some emotion he could offer her in recompense.

And found nothing. He felt nothing for this woman, only relief he hadn’t married her after all.

“Goodbye, Sam.” He turned and walked away, not bothering to wait for her response.

Municipal Building: Scott Baldwin’s Office

Scott frowned when Jason Morgan came in his office sans representation and closed the door behind him. This…this had not been the plan.

“Morgan.” Scott rose from his desk, and gestured for the younger man to take a seat. Morgan shook his head, indicating he would stand. “Is Ms. Miller parking the car?”

“She’s not coming,” Morgan said blandly. “She refused to represent me if I came here today, so I’ll waive my right to an attorney.”

At those words, Scott sank into his chair. No one had ever heard those words from Jason Morgan, and the fact that he was saying them at all—this could not bode well for Scott’s plans.

“Ah. Okay. Have you decided what you’d like to do, then?” Scott asked. He took a deep breath. He needed to be in control. “Which charges should I file tomorrow morning?”

Morgan stared at him, his expression as blank as it had ever been. “Whatever you want to charge me with, I’ll confess to it.”

Hell. Scott stood again. “What?”

“That’s what I want you to do,” Morgan said. “I want you to pick any of the thousand things the PCPD has tried to stick on me, and I’ll confess to it. I’ll go to jail, but you have to leave Elizabeth alone.”

And despite Scott’s best effort, he felt a grudging respect for this man who wanted to remain loyal to his wife as well as his friend and had picked the option of self-sacrifice.

To walk in here and tell Scott he would confess to anything—knowing Scott could put him jail for the rest of his life—it took a measure of gravitas that he had not credited Morgan with.

“You don’t think you’re being overdramatic?” Scott asked, arching a brow. “I might ask for the maximum for Elizabeth, and maybe I’d get it, but it’s more likely she’d serve no more than five years. That’s better than whatever you or Corinthos could face.”

“Testifying against Sonny isn’t an option,” Morgan said, firmly. “I wouldn’t survive long enough to give the testimony.”

Ah. Well, that was a wrinkle Scott hadn’t quite considered, but he doubted Morgan would be in serious danger if he testified. And it was a risk Scott was willing to take. “We could always arrange protective custody, even witness protection.”

“You get me, Baldwin. I’m not testifying against Sonny, and you’re not putting Elizabeth in jail.”

Scott hesitated, and considered taking the deal. Without Jason Morgan to bolster his organization, Corinthos would follow in a matter of years, maybe even less. Morgan’s wife and children would likely be well-cared for if his assets weren’t frozen.

But Jason Morgan wasn’t Sonny Corinthos.

“I don’t want you,” Scott said after a long moment of silence. “If I wanted you, that would have been the deal. I want Sonny Corinthos. And if I have to prosecute your wife to make you understand that, I’ll do it.”

Morgan’s face faded in color, just a little. “You won’t take a confession from me?”

“I’ll tell you why.” Scott leaned forward. “If not for Sonny Corinthos, you and Elizabeth would not be in this mess. She did what she did to protect you. I get it. I even understand it to a certain extent. I’ve seen a little of the difficulties she’s faced in life. I’m sure she panicked when she stole that file, didn’t quite think it through. She’s not a master criminal, that’s for sure. She’s in this mess because she loves you. And you’re here to sacrifice yourself because you love her, too.”

“I told you—”

“If not for Sonny Corinthos, Jason, you’d be a different person. In a different line of work. Where your wife would not have had to protect you by lying to the police and committing crimes.” Scott leaned back in his chair. “I knew you before your accident—a little bit. But I also knew your family. And I know the challenges you faced after your accident.”

“I’m not interested in what you think—”

“You maybe didn’t have much of a career parking cars and working in construction, but you had a future. You didn’t give a damn about it then, but you do now, don’t you?” Scott raised his brows. “You know I’m right. Sonny Corinthos took advantage of you, Morgan. He took a kid who didn’t care about tomorrow, and he removed any chance of you ever changing your mind. You can never walk away from this business, and that’s because of Sonny Corinthos. Do you think I want to put a pregnant mother on trial?”

“But you will,” Morgan stated, his voice cold. “You think I give a damn what you think about me?”

“I know you don’t.” Scott stood. “I’m not the bad guy in this, Morgan. You, your wife, your lawyer—you all seem to want to paint me that way. I get it. Ric Lansing was a piece of dirt. I don’t think I’ll go ahead with the drug charges because, while they may fit my narrative, they don’t fit Elizabeth as a person. So when I take Elizabeth to court, we all know I’ll be prosecuting her for something she did. Your attorney has told you about the security footage. You know the evidence.  That’s my job, Morgan. To go after people who break the law. Your wife did that.”

To this, Morgan said nothing, but he didn’t leave either.

“If you’re truly concerned about the safety of your family, of yourself,” Scott continued, “I’m willing to work with you. Maybe you don’t have to testify. Maybe you cooperate and give us information so we can pursue independent charges. I don’t want any harm to come to your family. I have kids—” He hesitated then, thinking of Karen. Of the life she would never have.

“I don’t want you on a silver platter, Morgan, though maybe I’m crazy for turning that down. I don’t want your wife. I want Sonny. Putting him in jail will make the bigger difference. I’ll use whatever I have at my disposal in order to put him there, including Elizabeth. I’m not the bad guy, Morgan.”

“And that’s your final answer?” Morgan asked after a long moment. “You’re refusing to take me into custody. You’ll continue to go after Elizabeth unless I cooperate with you?”

“I will prosecute a criminal,” Scott said. “I told you, it’s up to you how I proceed at this point. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow.”

Looking a bit stunned, Jason Morgan left his office, and Scott wondered if he’d made the right decision. Had he lost a chance here? But he still didn’t see a way for Morgan to get out of this without turning on someone.

And Scott still had his money on Morgan sacrificing his boss to save his wife.

Outside the office, a paralegal saw Jason Morgan striding down the hall, his face set in annoyance. He picked up the phone to call Diane Miller, wondering if she knew her client was meeting with the special prosecutor—without his attorney.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“I think Patrick is convinced I want to have a baby next month,” Robin complained as she tucked her feet underneath her and faced Elizabeth on the sofa. “He keeps sending me these panicked looks.”

Elizabeth laughed, sipping her tea. “Did you tell him to relax?”

“Hey, I’m just relieved he hasn’t headed for the hills yet,” Robin replied. She sighed. “He’s great, but he’s a jackass.”  Her expression sobered. “Any word from Diane?”

“No, but Jason said she’d call today.” Elizabeth hesitated. “He said she was optimistic yesterday, so that’s good. I’ll go to trial if Diane feels comfortable.” She shifted a bit, moving her hand to the small of her back. “I made sure Jason had guardianship of Cameron in case something happens before the adoption goes through.” She bit her lip. “And I drew up paperwork stating you would be guardian if something happened to Jason and me.”

“Me?” Robin repeated. “Why? What about—” She swallowed. “Carly? Or Sonny?”

“We talked about both of them, and I hope they’d be a part of the boys’ lives, but if something—Robin, in the worst case scenario and my children were left without the both of us, I’d like it if they were with someone who knew both their parents and liked them. Carly puts up with me because Jason told her to, and she likes Cam. It’s not the same.”

“Oh. I’m—” She pressed a hand to her chest. “I’m honored. Of course, not that it would ever happen, but if I were needed, I would step up.” Robin squeezed Elizabeth’s hand. “It’s not going to be necessary.”

Cody knocked and pushed open the door. “Ah, Ms. Miller is on her way up,” he told them. “Should I just let her right in?”

“Um, sure…” Elizabeth unfolded her legs and stood, hearing Robin do the same. “Should I call Jason to tell him? I’m surprised she didn’t call and make sure we were together.”

“Maybe it’s good news and she didn’t want to wait,” Robin suggested.

They heard Diane the moment she stepped off the elevator. “Where is he?” her voice boomed as she pushed past Cody and swept into the room. “Jason Morgan, you come out here right now before I tear this place apart!”

Elizabeth blinked, stepping forward. “Diane! What’s going on? Jason’s at work—”

“The hell he is!” Diane growled, planting her hands at her hips. “I told him I wouldn’t set up a meeting, and the stupid fool went to Scott Baldwin without me! How am I supposed to do my job unless he lets me?”

“Why would Jason go to Scott without you?” Elizabeth asked, her heart pounding. “Diane—”

“Jason doesn’t breathe without a lawyer at the PCPD,” Robin chimed in. “There’s no way—”

“My source in the DA’s office reported Jason talked to Scott Baldwin for twenty minutes, then stormed out. So thank God, Baldwin didn’t take the deal—”

“Deal?” Elizabeth demanded. “Diane, what the hell is going on?”

“Your husband wanted to be the sacrificial lamb,” Diane replied. If it were possible, her eyes would have shot darts. “He offered himself to Scott Baldwin on a silver platter. Wanted to have Baldwin charge him with anything he wanted as long as he left you alone.”

Stunned, Elizabeth dropped onto the sofa. “What?”

“No way, Jason wouldn’t—” Robin hesitated. “Baldwin turned him down?”

“He did not leave the office looking like a man who had won the day,” Diane replied. She narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t know what he was up to?”

“Do you think I would have let him out the door?” Elizabeth demanded, though she was feeling a bit dizzy. Jason had tried to sacrifice his own freedom in order to save her and Sonny. Oh, God. And it hadn’t worked. Where was he? “I thought you were feeling optimistic. Jason said—” She closed her eyes. “He lied to me.”

“To throw you off the scent,” Robin said. “Oh, God, Elizabeth—” She looked to Diane. “Then you don’t feel good?”

“I’m still working on something, but honestly, Elizabeth, no.” Diane pursed her lips. “I don’t feel quite optimistic. That does not mean I’ve given up.” She lifted her chin. “You tell your husband I don’t appreciate martyrs. He needs to let me do the job I’ve been paid to do. You tell him that!”

And with that, she swept of the penthouse, slamming the door behind her.

“Elizabeth—”

“He’s at Sonny’s, isn’t he?” Elizabeth lifted her eyes to Robin’s. “He went to Scott Baldwin, and Baldwin turned him down. Because he wants Sonny, not Jason. So Jason’s going to give him Sonny.”

“I don’t know.” Robin sat next to her. “But it looks like it—Elizabeth, I’m sure Sonny has a plan. He knew about this last week. And he had to know that if Jason were forced to choose, he’d pick you.”

“He can’t. I can’t let him do this.” She pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. “This is my fault—”

“Well, it’s a little bit Jason and Sonny’s fault, don’t you think?” Robin asked. “They knew what they were getting into—”

“And they’d still be getting away with it if it weren’t for me,” she said. She looked to Robin. “I have to turn myself in.”

“What?” Robin demanded. “No, no, no. That—Diane will flay you.”

“It’s the only way.” Elizabeth rose to her feet. “Then Jason won’t have do this. He can’t. I can’t let him.”

“Elizabeth, just wait a second—”

Elizabeth reached for her purse, and dragged her coat out of the closet. “Robin, I have to do this. This is my fault, and I have to fix it.”

“Let’s just talk to Sonny and Jason. Let’s let Diane do her job!” Robin pleaded.

“Cody,” Elizabeth said pulling the door open. “I need to go to the PCPD.”

“Cody, don’t!” Robin ordered, grabbing her own coat. “Elizabeth, just—just don’t—”

“Did Jason or Sonny get arrested?” Cody asked, confusion in his eyes. “Mrs. Morgan—”

“Cody, you either take me to the PCPD or I’ll drive myself.” She lifted her chin. “And you know I’ll do it.”

“Mrs. Morgan, don’t make me do this—”

“Then I’ll go by myself.” Elizabeth swept past him, and pushed the button for the elevator.

“Stop her!” Robin hissed to Cody, pulling out her cell phone.

“How?” the guard demanded. “Should I tackle her—” Cody jumped forward to make the elevator before they closed.

“Hell, Jason and Sonny are going to kill me,” Robin muttered as she pressed Jason’s number in her speed dial.

Greystone Manor: Living Room

“I’m sorry, Sonny,” Jason said after a long moment of silence. “I’ve tried every way out of this, but short of disappearing and taking Elizabeth and Cam with me, there’s nothing.”

Sonny nodded, but he hadn’t said much since Jason had announced his decision. “And that would just turn you all into fugitives. It’s no way for the boys to grow up.” He rubbed his chin. “Baldwin wouldn’t let you confess?”

“I thought about forcing his hand,” Jason said. “Just—going to the PCPD and confessing to Mac, but there’s no guarantee Scott wouldn’t continue going after Elizabeth. I can’t—” He dipped his head, looking at the ground. “I can’t let her go to jail. Not for this.”

“Of course not.” Sonny paused. “Jase, I’m not angry. I’m annoyed that Baldwin boxed us in so neatly, but I guess once he realized he knew your Achilles heel, he couldn’t resist exploiting it.” He waited. “Ah, what kind of evidence were you thinking of turning over?”

“I don’t know,” Jason began, but his phone rang. He pulled it out and frowned at seeing Robin’s name. “It’s Robin. She’s with Elizabeth—” He answered it. “Robin?”

“Go to the PCPD, you have to go right now!” Robin’s panicked voice all but screamed out of his receiver.

“Robin? What? What’s going on?”

“Diane told Elizabeth you tried to turn yourself in! Elizabeth went to the PCPD to confess. You have to stop her! I tried, but I couldn’t—Jason—”

“I’m on my way.” Jason hit the end button and just stared at it for heartbeat. “Elizabeth found out what I tried to do.”

“Oh, hell.” Sonny was already moving towards the door. “Max, we need the goddamn car!” He turned to Jason. “We should have seen this coming. She went all noble on us.”

“I can’t—” Jason swallowed. “She can’t—I can’t—”

Sonny nodded as he pushed his friend towards the door. “I get it, Jason. We’ll stop it. You’ll turn me in. It’s fine. Let’s just go stop Elizabeth from doing the right thing. And call your goddamn lawyer!”

August 1, 2015

Hey! So I have to run a few unexpected errands, so I’m ending the giveaway a half hour early. Thanks to all nineteen entrants! I wish you guys could all win but that would defeat the purpose 😛

So I’ve contacted Jasmin and Jane with the link to the ebook. If you didn’t hear from me, check your spam folders or reply here and I’ll see if we can fix it.

Additionally, every time I do a giveaway, I also release the ebook to my Patreon supporters, so just $1 a month, you can get the perks of advance copies and deleted scenes.

Everyone else will get the last chapter and access to the book on August 10.  Thanks again!

Before we go, I just want to say I’ve decided to push Bittersweet back. I was being a bit too ambitious suggesting I would be able to add another story to my roster at the moment. I’ll be going back to work in September, but I’m also going back to school to get my teacher’s certificate and I’ll be taking five classes. I don’t want to pretend I’ll have as much time to write.

So Bittersweet will be premiering when I wrap up The Best Thing. Thanks guys! I’ll see you on Monday!