My wandering soul
Found solace at last
I wanted to know
How long it would last
She’s losing control
She’s coming down fast
The heart that I stole
I’m not giving back
Never giving back
– Some of Us, Starsailor

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December 2012

Crichton-Clark Lab: Patient Six’s Hospital Room

Andre grimaced as he clipped a scan to the lightbox and switched it on. “Nothing,” he muttered.

“What, precisely, am I looking for?” Victor asked, putting on his reading glasses and squinting. “It looks like last month’s—”

“I’ve been trying to fix the brain damage,” Andre muttered. “Or at least minimize it so that the transfer procedure will take.”

“Fix—” Victor’s brows lifted. “Is such a thing possible?”

“Apparently not.” Andre tapped the screen. “We’ve always thought brain damage was irreversible. It’s the type of cell that doesn’t reproduce or replicate. Once you kill a brain cell, once it’s damaged, it remains that way. The brain compensates,” he continues. “Six should barely be able to function, but you’re telling me he was living a full life?”

“Yes, yes. With a career of sorts, family, friends. He’s well-liked and respected. And that shouldn’t be possible?”

“He shouldn’t have any control. Over his emotions or his impulses—but his right frontal lobe has grown stronger—” Andre tapped it. “I was hoping I could replicate that. Memories aren’t just stored in one place in the brain.”

“I remember you remarked on it—”

“Explicit memories—episodic and semantic—are stored in three parts. The hippocampus, the neocortex, and amygdala,” Andre continued. “None of that is in the frontal lobe, which was the most damaged area. The frontal lobe controls speech and language, walking, running, ability to have empathy, personality—and the formation of memories.”

“The formation? Really? But not storage. This is—” Victor paused. “It’s interesting, but I’m not sure how it’s relevant.”

“Because the frontal lobe is damaged, forming memories should be more difficult, which is why implanting Five’s memories hasn’t been successful.” Andre studied the scan. “But you’re telling me that Six was able to form and access new memories normally?”

“No one has said differently. He was in a car accident at the age of twenty-two,” Victor reminded him, “and we extracted him just about his thirty-eighth birthday. To the best of my knowledge, he has memory of those years.”

“So that function has recovered,” Andre said. He narrowed his eyes. “But where? If I could find out which part of the brain was forming the memories, we could transfer memories there, and it might take.”

“So you’re telling me there’s a chance?”

Andre exhaled slowly. “A chance, yes. But it’s not likely. ” He looked back at the man stretched out on the hospital bed. “He’s a medical miracle, but he’s not a very good candidate for this study. I can continue to work, Victor, but I would be lying to you if I said that we would be guaranteed success.”

“Well, that is disappointing,” Victor said with a grimace.

“Do you want me to reverse Five’s procedure? Return his memories—”

“Oh, no. No. There’s no point in giving up entirely. You may as well continue working on Six,” Victor told him. “My partner requires him to be gone from Port Charles as long as possible. The time isn’t right. You may as well see if it can be solved. When she wants him sent home, we’ll deal with it.”

“I—” Andre hesitated. “You want me to keep Five in a coma? It’s been over a year—”

“What’s a few more months, eh?” Victor patted his shoulder. “You mapped Six’s memories. Were you able to retrieve any from before his accident?”

“Uh—” Andre hesitated. “Yes. Actually. But you were very specific—”

“Yes, yes, but it’s very interesting to know if I wanted to play with those—” Victor sighed happily. “It’s so lovely to have options.”

Monday, October 30, 2017

General Hospital: Hallway

Jason removed the band-aid covering the location of the blow draw from his arm, then tossed it in a nearby garbage can. He leaned against the wall, waiting for Elizabeth to come out with Jake. He was hoping that Jake wouldn’t mind if he went with them to get ice cream at Kelly’s, even though he knew that Sonny—and probably Carly—expected him to check in at Greystone when the tests were done.

He knew Carly wanted answers, and Sonny wanted to start figuring what had happened—Jason wanted all of that, too. He’d thought of nothing else since he’d woken up in the Russian clinic. He had had two goals. Get home and make someone pay for what they’d done.

But he hadn’t known about Jake then. Hadn’t known his son was alive or that the whole world knew Jake was his son. He didn’t care if there were people who didn’t think he was really Jason Morgan. He knew he was, and the truth would come out eventually. He was sorry for all the problems it would cause, but Elizabeth believed him, which meant that she would let him see his son.

Right now, Jake was all he could think about.

“Jason?”

Jason straightened as Monica Quartermaine turned the corner and stopped to stare at him, her eyes wide with shock and surprise. “Monica.”

His mother walked towards him, her eyes never wavering from his, stopping just a foot away. “How—” Her voice shook slightly. “I wanted to call, but I didn’t know—I haven’t been able to catch Michael—how did this happen?”

“I don’t have a lot of answers about that yet,” Jason said carefully, “but I know who I am.”

“But he has…he has the memories,” Monica managed. “He knew me.”

“Monica—” He paused. “Mom,” he said, and her eyes snapped up to his. “Heather Webber wasn’t lying when she told us there were twins.”

“Twins,” Monica repeated. “That would mean—” Horror dawned in her eyes. “Oh my God. Oh my God. How can this be happening—”

“I don’t know how this is going to work out—” He paused, his throat tightening. Maybe he did care a little bit that some people didn’t accept him. Was this how Monica and Alan had felt when he’d woken up after the accident and rejected him?

“Grandma?”

They both turned to see Elizabeth and Jake walking out of the room, his son rubbing his arm. “Are you okay?” He shoved a lollipop in his mouth as he waited for her answer.

“Jake.” Monica pasted a smile on her face. “I’m fine. I’m just…” She frowned. “Why are you here? What’s wrong—”

“We just had Jake take a blood sample,” Elizabeth said. She ran her fingers through Jake’s hair. “They’re going to run an advanced DNA test to determine identity.”

“Of course, but—” Monica pressed her lips together. “You’re here with him. So you—”

“Yes, I’ve taken a side,” Elizabeth admitted. “Maybe I should have waited,” she realized, with another look of regret to Jason, “but I didn’t want to lie. Not again.”

“I—” Monica exhaled slowly, turning back to Jason. “Oh, Jason.” Her eyes searched his. “It’s good to see you, you know. To see Lila’s eyes again. I thought when he had the surgery—the reconstruction, but—”

“Grandma Lila?” Jake asked. He squinted at Jason. “Grandma Monica told me I got her eyes, too.”

“You do,” Elizabeth confirmed. “I knew as soon as you were born, you’d have your dad’s eyes.” She looked at Monica. “I’m sorry. I should have called.”

“No, no, it’s—I understand. Hearing the news was one thing, I could pretend it wasn’t happening. But looking at you—” Monica met Jason’s eyes again. “Of course it’s you.” She reached up, touched the scar at the corner of his eyebrow. “This is the scar you had as a little boy. You fell running in these hallways.”

Jason frowned, shook his head slightly. “You never told me that.”

“You never wanted to talk about the past, so I didn’t,” Monica said. “You must have been, oh, maybe Aiden’s age,” she said. “No more than eight. You and Steven—”

“Uncle Steven?” Jake asked. “You knew Uncle Steven?” he asked Jason.

“Before the car accident,” Jason said. “He mentioned it once.”

“Thick as thieves every time he and the girls came to visit Steve and Audrey,” Monica said fondly. “Those were some good years.” She took a deep breath. “You fell just outside your father’s office, running from Steve and Alan, and hit your head on a cart. You needed six stitches.” She pressed a hand to her abdomen. “Oh, it’s really you.” Her eyes were damp as she stepped towards him but stopped. Always hesitating. She’d never imitated any contact since the accident.

Jason embraced her, and she hugged him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she said. “We can figure everything else out—” Monica stepped back, keeping a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Oh, and Jake—what a miracle you came back to—” Her hand fluttered up to her throat. “When will we know about—about—if he’s your brother?”

“Tonight,” Elizabeth told her. “The markers will be back. We think we know who he is, I mean who he was. Not just that he’s a missing twin.”

“What?” Monica demanded. “How?”

“Apparently, Oscar Nero recognized him as his father who went missing a few months before Jason was shot in 2012,” Elizabeth said. “He’ll come by later for a test to match markers.”

“Nero,” Monica repeated with a slow exhale of air. “So he’s—”

“But Oscar’s stepmom changed his name afterward,” Elizabeth continued, “so we think the other guy is Andrew Cain.”

“Andrew—” Monica looked at Jason. “You’re sure?”

“No, but there are enough coincidences,” Jason said, “that we thought it was a good idea to test Oscar and get fingerprints from the Navy. We’ll know one way or another if he’s Oscar’s father tonight.”

“I hope he is,” Jake said. “I like cousins. I only have Michael and Joss. And Spencer, but he lives in London and he’s annoying. It’d be cool to have more. And Cam’s already friends with Oscar.”

“Of course,” Monica said. “I’m sorry—I have to get to a patient—but—” She looked at Jason, hesitant to say anything else.

“We’ll get together,” Jason promised. “I’ll—” He winced. “I’ll come by the mansion.”

Monica laughed, then left them, disappearing down another hallway.

“So are we going to Kelly’s?” Jake asked. “Because you promised me ice cream if I got a needle,” he said to his mother.

“Well,” Elizabeth began, looking at Jason, but the elevators at the end of the hall opened, Sonny and Carly stepped off, and she closed her mouth. Carly beamed as she strode away from Sonny, closing the distance between them faster than her husband.

“I’m sorry we’re late, but I’m glad we didn’t miss you,” she said. “Hey, Jake.”

“Hey, Mrs. C,” Jake said affably, pulling the lollipop out of his mouth. “We already got the tests.”

“Where’s your lollipop?” Sonny asked Jason as he joined them. “Hey, Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth,” Carly said with a stiff nod. She looked at Jason. “We’re here now if you need a ride back to Greystone. Elizabeth should probably get home.”

Jake frowned at Carly. “I’m getting ice cream, and…” He tipped his head at Jason. “He drove with us, and he might end up being my dad, so I’m gonna invite him. You can come with us, too,” he said graciously. “But I am getting my ice cream.”

“Jake, there are a lot of things—” Carly began, but Jason cut her off.

“I’ll meet you back at Greystone,” Jason told her and Sonny. “I told you didn’t need to come.”

“But—” Carly began, but Sonny shook his head.

“No, it can wait a bit,” he said. He looked at Elizabeth. “I thought of some more questions I wanted to ask about the Cassadines, so maybe you both could come over after ice cream since it’s not like Laura is going to return my calls.”

“What’d you do to Grandma Laura?” Jake asked suspiciously.

“I exist,” Sonny said easily, and this seemed to make sense to Jake because he shrugged and twirled his lollipop in his mouth.

“Uh—” Elizabeth glanced at Jason, who nodded. “Okay,” she agreed. “I just need to make sure that the boys—”

“Michael’s at the house, so he can watch me. And you know Joss and everyone will be over after school because Cam wasn’t there,” Jake told his mother. “We won’t get into any trouble, promise. Not like last time.”

“What happened last time?” Jason asked.

Carly winced. “It wasn’t Joss’s fault—”

“No, I think Cameron played a leading role in that one,” Elizabeth agreed, “with Joss as a back-up.” To Jason, she said, “it’s nothing. We were able to paint the wall, and you can barely see where the fire started.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

At barely nineteen, Molly Davis-Lansing was sure that she had figured out the entire world and could tell everyone how to live. The fact that Molly was usually proven right in the end only made her more infuriating. Neither of her sisters had weighed in on the situation when Sam had gone over to her mother’s on Saturday, but she knew they’d get around to it.

They always did.

“It’s just you?” Sam looked around the corner towards the elevator, expecting to see her other sister.

“Krissy and I drew straws, and she lost,” Molly said with a shrug. She went over to the playpen to pick up Scout, who was reaching for her aunt. “Hey, baby girl. How’s my favorite niece?” she cooed. Scout babbled and tugged on Molly’s dark hair.

“Why did need to draw straws?” Sam asked darkly.

“Because we thought it might feel like ganging up, and we very much don’t want it to be that way.” Molly said.

“Molly—”

“Mom said you were getting DNA tests done,” her sister continued. “Where’s—” She looked around the penthouse. “Where’s, um—”

“Jason,” Sam said forcefully. “We did the tests. I came home, and he went into Aurora to do the first round of interviews for a CFO position. We have to keep living our life, Molly. We can’t just stop because someone showed up with his old face.” She shrugged. “We always figured there was an air of truth to Heather’s story about a secret twin. This other guy is probably him.”

Molly set Scout back in her playpen, gave her a stuffed bear to play with. “You know, Sam, it’s okay if you aren’t sure. You can tell me. I won’t say anything.”

“I am sure,” Sam said with a confidence she didn’t really feel. Not deep down. The way her sister tipped her head was not reassuring. If Molly could see right through her, Sam was going to have to do a better job of selling it.

“Okay,” Molly drawled. “I guess we’ll figure out why this other guy is claiming to be Jason when the tests come back. I mean, it’s a risky game to play unless you’re sure that the tests won’t prove you wrong.”

“There’s a chance the tests might come back inconclusive,” Sam muttered. “There are advanced markers for paternity, but—”

“There’s the fingerprints, too. TJ said his mom said they’d be back in a few days.” Molly folded her arms. “Sam, you know better than this.”

Sam bristled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know you used to be a con artist,” Molly said patiently. “And I’m pretty sure a major rule is not to tell a lie you can get caught in. Why would this guy come to town, tell us he’s Jason, agree to all the tests and ways to prove it if he’s not—”

“I know who Jason is,” Sam retorted. “He’s the man who chose me, who chose our family! I know Jason better than anyone else!”

“Okay, but—”

“I was there when he got his memories back, when he remembered me, and he remembered Danny and the little girl I lost—I know who he is, Molly! And those tests—it’ll prove it!”

“I just—” She sighed. “I love you, Sam. And I like the man you’re married to. I don’t think he’s lying. I think someone is out there, trying to hurt you and him, and if you want to pretend a little longer that’s not happening—”

“I don’t need this from my own family,” Sam snarled. She ripped open the door. “And if Krissy feels this way, too, you can tell her to stay away.”

Not even fazed by her sister’s outburst, Molly’s expression softened. “I love you,” she repeated. “I just want you to be okay.”

Sam closed her eyes, the tears threatening in the back of her throat. “He is Jason,” she said. “He has to be.”

“Okay,” Molly said. She kissed her sister’s cheek. “Call me if you need anything. And give Danny hugs and kisses.”

Sam closed the door behind her, pressing her forehead against the door. Why did everyone want her to throw her life away so easily? Wasn’t that what she’d been accused of doing two years ago? When she’d walked away from Patrick and their future because she’d learned Jason was alive?

She wasn’t going to do that again. She couldn’t keep destroying her life just to chase after Jason Morgan, whoever he turned out to be.

Webber Home: Living Room

Michael narrowed his eyes when he opened Elizabeth’s front door to find his sister on the front step. “It’s barely one. How did you get out of school?”

“Listen, if you don’t ask, I won’t tell, and we can both claim ignorance,” Joss said as she sailed past her brother to find Cameron, Aiden, and Jake on the sofa. “Oh, you’re back from GH? Mom said you had DNA tests today.”

“Mom just dropped me off. She went over to your house,” Jake said as he squinted at the Nintendo Switch Cameron had let him play. “Mr. Sonny said he had Cassadine questions for her.”

“Our moms in the same room with Jason?” Joss snorted. “I really need to put a bug on her or something. I miss all the fun.” She plopped on the sofa next to Cameron and beamed at him. “Hey.”

He looked at her suspiciously. “Hey.”

“How you doing?”

“Fine,” he drawled, glancing at Michael, who just shrugged and sat back on the armchair, pulling out a portfolio to make notes for work. “How are you?”

“Good. Worried about Oscar. I saw him getting signed out by his stepmom for his test before I left.” Joss pulled her legs up and folded them as she took the controller Cameron handed her. “It’s wild to think that tonight we’ll know the score. You know, like Oscar will know if his dad is in Port Charles.”

“But his dad still won’t remember him,” Jake said. “That’s really hard. I mean, Dad might not be my actual dad, but he remembers me now. Before, when he didn’t, it was weird. And I didn’t even know him before.”

“It’s a good thing I was here for that whole Jake Doe thing because that would make zero sense to someone else,” Joss told Jake. She grimaced. “Call of Duty again? Can’t we ever play anything else? When does the Sims 4 come out for console?”

“November 17,” Aiden said. “I wanna build houses, and Cam said I could play on his Xbox.” He scowled. “Cam, you’re going the wrong way! They’re gonna cream you!”

“Not if I don’t—” Cam hissed. “Damn it.” He glanced at Joss again. “So why’d you cut school? I told you, Mom didn’t want Jake and Aiden at school until we got the markers back—”

“Well, I wasn’t going to,” Joss said, “but then I was listening to Mom and Uncle Sonny, and Mom wanted to know why Michael was going to be over here, and Sonny said that Elizabeth didn’t want to leave you guys alone.” She smiled sweetly at her brother. “I have questions.”

Michael stared at her blandly. “That’s nice.”

“And then I got here, and I recognized the SUV outside because it looks like the one Mom doesn’t think I know follows me everywhere. I wave at Milo all the time.” She raised her brows. “Why is my brother keeping you company, and why do you have a guard?”

“Because of Franco,” Aiden said before he noticed his brother’s death glare. “Oh. Never mind. Anyone want cookies? Let me get cookies.” He hopped to his feet and hurried into the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell Joss?” Jake asked Cameron, who then turned the glare on him. “Uh, I’m gonna go help Aiden.”

“What happened?” Joss said flatly. “Why are we guarding against Franco—” She twisted on the sofa again to level a suspicious look at Michael. “And since when do you count as security against a serial killer?”

“It’s not a big deal, Joss,” Cameron muttered. He flipped through the menus on his game and avoided Joss’s hurt expression.

“Trina didn’t say anything, and neither did Oscar. If it’s not a big deal,” she said, her teeth clenched, “then why didn’t you tell us? Oscar said he thought your mom broke up with Franco.”

“She did. So there, you’re caught up.”

Joss narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me.” She got to her feet and stalked into the kitchen.

“Uh, not that I’m going to tell you what to do,” Michael said, pitching his voice lower, “but she’s just going to go bug your brothers, and I know they’re loyal to you—”

“Crap.” Cameron huffed, then followed in Joss’s trail.

“I really think since I gotta live with Cam—” Jake was saying when Cameron entered the kitchen. “Oh, thank God. You gotta tell her. She’s gonna cry—”

“She is not,” Cameron said, rolling his eyes as Joss turned and made a face at him. “She just knows how to turn on the waterworks. She’s been doing it since kindergarten.” He folded his arms. “Look, after you guys left, we were watching the video. Franco came in, got annoyed. He wanted the iPad, I didn’t want to give it to him. We got into it. Mom came home. It’s done. She kicked him to the curb. It’s not a big deal—”

“Got into it,” Joss repeated. She pursed her lips. “Nope. There’s more.”

Cameron nearly growled. “Why do you always gotta do this? Not everything in my life is your business—”

Joss lifted her chin, and now the hurt he saw in her eyes was real. “No, you’re right. It’s not. But if it’s not a big deal, you’d tell me. Especially when you know I’ve been through it.”

“I know, Joss—” He sighed. “Okay. Fine. He shoved me, grabbed my shirt, and if my mom hadn’t come home, I’m not exactly sure how it would have gone. So, it was bad, but it’s okay now. I just—I didn’t tell you because I didn’t—”

He paused. “I know you, Joss. And you’re already plotting in your head—”

“Of course I am! Why is Franco still a thing? Why aren’t we all plotting his demise right now?” Joss demanded. “He put his hands on you, and your mom let him live? God, no wonder she and Jason are friends. They’re both idiots—”

“Hey—” Jake said, scowling. “That’s not nice—”

“Neither is bringing home a serial killer to live with your kids,” Joss shot back at the younger boy.

“Hey! Your mom almost married him!” Aiden piped in.

“I didn’t mean—” Joss tried to back pedal.

“Yeah!” Jake said. “And he broke up with her, not like my mom! My mom made him leave!”

She exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That was stupid of me to say. I’m sorry,” she repeated to the younger boys, then she turned around to Cameron. “You know I like your mom.”

“I know.” Cameron rubbed the back of his neck and frowned when he saw Michael joining them. “Look, it’s—I get it, Joss. And maybe part of me just doesn’t want to deal with it because I get it. And I know how you and Michael—and Morgan,” he added quietly, “how hard it was for all of you. I wanted it to be different for my mom. I thought it was. I thought he was just a dick. I didn’t—until Friday, I didn’t think it’d be like that.”

“Until that day on the Haunted Star,” Michael said, “neither did we. That’s usually how Franco gets you. And no one blames your mom for falling for it. He’s a sociopath. They know how to mimic human emotion. He had me convinced back then, too.”

He sat down at the dining table and reached for one of the cookies from the plate in the middle of the table. “Why don’t we take a break from talking about Franco?”

“Okay.” Cameron mouthed an apology to Joss, who wrinkled her nose but nodded. They sat around the table, quiet for a minute. “Any idea what Mom and Jason are doing at Greystone?” he asked Michael.

“Uncle Sonny said Spinelli is coming to town later this week, so I guess they’re gonna go after whoever did this,” Joss said. “I’m glad they’re letting your mom help. I think she always felt bad she wasn’t part of bringing you home,” she told Jake, then looked at Michael. “I heard Mom and Uncle Sonny arguing about Ava Jerome.”

Michael grimaced. “Yeah, Ava helped Jason escape the clinic — probably because she knew he was somehow connected to Sonny. Mom wants to tell Jason everything, but Sonny says we should hold off.”

“Well, yeah, because talking about Ava probably brings up that whole other thing,” Cameron said. He broke a cookie into two, then realized no one was saying anything after a minute. He looked up to find Michael and Joss frowning at him while Jake and Aiden were trying very hard to be quiet, so no one noticed they were there for grown-up conversation.

“Other thing?” Michael asked.

“I think—” Joss said with a wince. “Cam’s talking about that whole thing where, you know, your biological dad wasn’t dead, but now he’s dead again, and there’s a reason you don’t call Uncle Sonny Dad unless you’re with him or Mom.”

“You think I should tell Jason that the brother he thought was dead turned out not to be dead, but then got murdered by Sonny, and Mom covered it up? That’s the other thing?” Michael said darkly. “You think talking about Ava gets me there? How?”

“Because Ava killed Connie,” Joss said. “And you know that’s gonna come up. It’s why Uncle Sonny hates her. And Mom hates her because of Morgan. And talking about Connie always leads to AJ.”  She shrugged. “Maybe you should just tell him, so he hears it from you.”

“Yeah, let me go right ahead with that. Hey, Jason, remember that time you lied about being my father, and then my biological father went nuts because of you, Mom, and Sonny so he kidnapped me, faked my death, and then tried to kill people? Well, he faked his death, but it’s okay. He’s really dead now. Sonny murdered him in cold blood, and then Mom helped him get away with it. It’s cool, now because the governor pardoned him.” Michael lifted his brows. “Is that how I should do it?”

“You could always bring some of Aiden’s cookies,” Joss suggested brightly. “They help.”

“Or you could just wait for someone to introduce you as Michael Quartermaine,” Cameron offered. “Or did you tell your mom you never changed your name back?”

“It would be nice,” Michael told his sister, “if you didn’t tell Cameron everything.”

“Uh, I’m sorry, what part of ‘partner in crime for life’ did you not understand?” Joss said, rolling her eyes. “Geesh.”

Michael looked like he wanted to argue with her but decided not to. “Look, I’m just—I’m not doing it. I don’t want to have that conversation with Jason right now.”

“Fine. I know what we can do,” Joss said. “You wanna take bets on how long it takes my mom to find a reason to shove your mom out the door?”

“That’s a sucker’s bet,” Cameron said. “Your mom isn’t going to wait more than ten minutes.”

“Mrs. C seemed very annoyed that Mom was going over,” Jake said with a sigh. “I don’t think she’s going to make it that long.”

Greystone: Living Room

Carly did not, in fact, make it that long. To her credit, she had been attempting to insult Elizabeth behind her back and was not facing the foyer doors when Jason and Elizabeth arrived just in time to hear the blonde complain that Elizabeth was using this to get her claws in Jason again.

“I’ve missed this,” Elizabeth said as she followed Jason into the living room. He turned to her with an exasperated expression, and she shrugged. He knew she was probably used to Carly’s barbs, but he really wasn’t in the mood for it.

Carly twisted, then gasped. “When did you show up? Max didn’t say anything—”

“Max never announced me before,” Jason said, frowning at her. “Why would he start now? Carly—”

“Let’s not get distracted,” Sonny suggested as he smoothly stepped between his wife and Jason. “Carly—”

“Fine, I’m zipping it, but—”

“No, no buts,” Sonny warned her. “Elizabeth never starts it—” Carly sniffed. “Almost never,” he amended, shooting Elizabeth an apologetic look. “And I think you’re forgetting that she really does know more about the Cassadines than we do. Don’t you want to know who kept Jason from us for five years?”

“Of course I do!” Carly sighed. “Fine. Ask your stupid questions.” Clearly, she was hoping Elizabeth would divulge her information, then leave. Jason would have to have to talk to her about this.

It had been irritating enough for Carly to mistreat Elizabeth before, but now that everyone knew the truth about Jake, the last thing Jason wanted was for his son to overhear his best friend insulting his mother. Though it was possible Jake was already aware of it. It might be something else he just didn’t know.

“I seem to remember that the Cassadines—or at least Helena—were always into memory and control,” Sonny said, gesturing for Elizabeth to take a seat. “But I wasn’t really involved during all of that. I just came in at the end to help you out.”

“What are you talking about?” Carly asked, folding her arms. She remained standing as Elizabeth sat in the armchair, and Sonny sat on the sofa. Jason paced towards the terrace, too restless to sit still.

“Helena brainwashed Lucky, but that wasn’t even the first time,” Elizabeth said. “There was something that happened when he was younger. Something with a computer game. I don’t remember the details, but yeah, Luke told me the Cassadines were always into mind control and memory manipulation.”

“I sort of remember Lucky being brainwashed,” Carly admitted, grudgingly. “What does it have to do with Jason?”

“Because I don’t think the other guy is lying about memories,” Sonny said. “Jason, you saw him on Friday. I told you I didn’t think he was part of it.”

“You think somehow he has my actual memories?” Jason asked skeptically. “How—”

“That’s why I wanted to know more about the Cassadines and their stuff on memory.” Sonny turned back to Elizabeth. “Does this sound like something Helena could do?”

“If it can be done, the Cassadines would do it,” Elizabeth said, “and Helena is always looking for a way to control people. She put that chip into Jake Doe, and with Lucky, she used the Ice Princess diamond to trigger the commands. And, well, of course, Jake.” She hesitated. “But can someone take another person’s memories?”

“We’re not just dealing with Helena, though,” Carly said, drawing their attention. “Because wasn’t the other guy part of it? The one from the WSB? Victor? He’s the one that had the other guy. He didn’t have Jason.”

“If the WSB was involved, then there were probably experiments. That makes sense. Then yeah, if it can be physically done, the Cassadines would have done it,” Elizabeth said, nodding. Carly frowned, probably surprised that Elizabeth had agreed with her.

“Helena messed with Lucky’s memories, didn’t he?” Sonny asked Elizabeth. “That’s why you left him at the altar that first time.”

“Uh, yeah. After, um, I took that poison, she—” Elizabeth sighed. “The way Lucky tells it, she erased his feelings for me, but I’ve never been that sure how I feel about that.” She made a face. “I don’t doubt she tried it, but I don’t think it works like that. More likely, she just brainwashed him to think it.”

“Great. The Cassadines are into mind control. They’re also all dead, except for Valentin, so why does it matter?” Carly asked.

“Because Helena was dead for almost two years, and Jake still almost killed an entire ballroom on her command,” Sonny said flatly. “She’s dead, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t loose ends. Jason’s a loose end. This other guy—he might be a loose end. Who knows what else is still out there?”

“And even if Helena’s plans are done, Valentin is still a problem,” Sonny said. “He sent Ava to that clinic. We’re agreed that doesn’t make sense for him to do if he was in on it, but how else would he know about the clinic?” He got to his feet and crossed to the minibar, reaching for water instead of the bottle of bourbon. “And you know what else I thought was strange about that whole Jake Doe control chip thing—”

“What?” Carly asked. “Other than the fact that it happened?”

“After he got it out,” Sonny said to Jason, who was just taking it all in, listening to them. “He remembered all the things she’d made him do. And the first thing she’d said to him was that he was Jason Morgan. She told him who he was supposed to be. Now—was she lying to him? Or did she not know? But not only that—she threatened Elizabeth and the boys, Carly, and our kids—but she never, ever, used Jake as leverage.”

“No, she didn’t, did she?” Elizabeth tilted her head. “So either she knew he wasn’t Jason, or she didn’t want to take the chance that he’d remember the conversation later.” She exhaled slowly. “She was saving Jake. She always meant to use him for the Chimera project, didn’t she? She always planned to use my baby to kill us all.”

“You said Valentin played hero that day,” Jason said, drawing their attention. “How?”

“When we managed to Jake to back down,” Elizabeth said, “men broke into the ballroom and stole the box. Valentin went after them and got it back. He turned it over to the WSB for safekeeping.”

“A lot of people were very grateful. Including me,” Carly said with a sigh, “because he saved the Metro Court a lot of bad press for security.”

“How did people know it was here?” Jason asked. “How did anyone know to come steal this box?”

Sonny blinked at him. “I don’t know. I guess we didn’t think about it—”

“He could have set it up to save the day.”

“I remember Luke talking about Valentin once, but he never came to Port Charles,” Jason said. “You didn’t say a lot about Valentin. What his story?”

“Hard to say. A lot of it is cloaked in mystery. He’s Mikkos’s supposed to be illegitimate son. He pushed Nikolas out of a window in Greece.” Elizabeth looked away. “He claimed self-defense, and the Greek authorities didn’t press charges.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said gently, knowing that she’d been close to Nikolas for most of her life. “What has Valentin done since then?”

“He showed up in Port Charles, claiming to be the rightful heir to the Cassadine fortune as Mikkos’s oldest son,” Elizabeth said. “Which stripped Spencer of his inheritance.” She paused. “After that—nothing.”

“He’s laid low.,” Sonny added. “It’s like—he got what he wanted when Nikolas died and doesn’t need to do anything else.”

“Unless—” Elizabeth frowned. “We’ve been assuming that it was just a loose end with Jake and the Chimera—a plan of Helena’s that was stalled when she died. But we never did learn who sent him that box of magic tricks with the Chimera weapon. If Valentin knew about Helena’s plans, about the suggestions she planted in his head—”

“Maybe he used them to built a little goodwill for himself,” Sonny said.

“If he knew about Chimera, then maybe he knew what Helena was planning with me,” Jason said. “And if it’s not Valentin, there’s someone else out there. It’s just a matter of figuring out how and what they want.  Someone was keeping me in that coma, and when I escaped, they were trying to drag me back to Russia. To keep me from coming home.”

“But why?” Carly asked. “And why would Valentin send Ava to that clinic if he knew you were there?”

“All we have are questions,” Sonny said with a sigh. “It’d be nice to get some damn answers.”

Devane Manor: Foyer

With a furrowed brow, Anna Devane stepped back to let Andre inside. “Was I expecting you?” she asked, closing the door. “I’ve been a bit distracted since I came back from Monte Carlo.”

“I’d heard you were away.” Andre set a bag down on the step, then faced her, his dark eyes grave and sober. “I’m leaving Port Charles.”

Anna blinked, then shook her head, a startled laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, come now,” she said, a bit nervously. “I know it’s nearly Halloween, but it’s hardly a time for jokes.”

Andre pressed his lips together, then reached into the bag to hand her a box. “I wanted you to have this,” he told her. “It’s an early Christmas gift, but since I won’t be here—”

“Andre,” Anna said sharply, not reaching for the beautifully wrapped gift, “this is ridiculous. You’re not leaving town. You have a life here, friends and a career—”

“I know,” he said heavily, dipping his eyes to the floor of the foyer. He shook his head. “I know,” he repeated, “but I have to go. I can’t explain—”

“Andre—”

He set the box on her step, then picked up his bag. “You’ve been a good friend,” he told her. “And if things had been different—”

“You’re scaring me,” Anna said, reaching for his sleeve, but he was already walking towards the door. “Andre, wait—we can fix whatever is wrong—”

“No, you can’t.” He pulled the door open, then looked back at her, the regret etched into his features. “Whatever you hear about me—”

“What is going on—”

“My friendship, my respect for you—it was real,” he told her. “Take care—”

She started after him, but he closed the door in her face. By the time Anna had wrenched it open and gone outside, the taxi at her curb was pulling away. She stared after him, open-mouth and confused.

Then went back to the stairs where he’d left the gift. Anna tore off the wrapping paper, pushed open the lid, then frowned at the ornate, crystal ornament. She lifted it out of the box, staring at it, before looking back at the door.

After a moment, Anna replaced the box, strode over to the desk where she’d left her phone and pressed a familiar contact.

“Anna?”

“Robert, I need you to do that deep background check I wouldn’t let you perform two years ago,” she said. “I need to know everything about Andre Maddox.”

Webber Home: Porch

Elizabeth could hear the sounds of the teenagers through the windows and smiled, listening to Cameron trash talk Michael about some video game while Jake cackled. “Sometimes,” she told Jason, “I stop outside here and just listen to them inside. I don’t let them have the games in their rooms, or they’d never go to sleep, but I was also worried I’d never see them.”

“It’s hard to believe how grown up they are,” Jason said, peering in through the window. “And Michael—you said he’s close with them?”

“Yeah, well, he’s Aiden’s cousin through Carly, and Jake through you,” she said. “When Jake came home, one of the things that helped him get back to some sort of normalcy was constantly keeping him around family. Cam and Joss were always friends, you know that, but I brought Jake around Monica and Michael, too.” She bit her lip. “And—”

“The other me,” Jason finished. “You can say it.”

“It’s just so strange,” she murmured, looking at him. “Until you showed up, I honestly could say I’d accepted him as you. The DNA tests—the facial reconstruction—then the memories—I told myself the doubts I had—they were because of my own guilt. The sense that if I’d told the truth when Nikolas had told me, maybe I could have saved myself so much guilt.”

“Elizabeth—”

“It was such a stupid lie,” she muttered. “Every day, I woke up and I knew it was a terrible choice. You can’t steal your happiness and keep it forever. It wasn’t real. But—now I wonder if Nikolas knew the actual truth.” She bit her lip. “He was different before he died. Darker. Twisted with some sort of hatred for the Quartermaines. He forced Tracy and Michael out of ELQ—”

“Michael works at ELQ?” Jason broke in, startled. “When did that happen?”

“Oh.” Elizabeth winced. “Well, Edward passed away not long after you disappeared, and Michael got closer to Monica,” she said, casting her eyes away. “It just—it just sort of happened. I should let him—it’s not my story to tell.”

“Oh.” Jason was quiet for a moment. “A long five years,” he said, echoing Sonny’s words. “There’s a lot I don’t know.” She didn’t respond, and he cleared his throat. “You were saying about Nikolas?”

“He forced them out of ELQ and did a lot of terrible things to keep control of it. They got the company back, but—” Elizabeth said. “Nikolas is the one that told me Jake Doe was you, and he wanted me to keep the secret. I was—I can admit it now that he’s gone—he scared me. Now I know that Jake Doe wasn’t you—” She looked at him. “I have wonder if that was part of some plan. If Helena and Nikolas wanted the world to think he was you. I’d say it doesn’t matter because they’re both dead, but they’re Cassadines.  For them—” Elizabeth sighed. “Death is usually just the beginning.”

He started to respond, then stopped when his phone rang. “Yeah?”

Elizabeth lifted her brows when he hung up after a minute. “Jason?”

“It was Diane. The marker tests are in,” Jason told her, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “It’s—we’re twins.”

Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “I knew that was going to happen, but at the same time—and Oscar? Is he your nephew? Is—is your brother Drew Cain?”

“Yeah. Yeah, Oscar and Jake’s test came back with markers that match ours.” Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “Diane said she’d already called Oscar’s stepmom, and Alexis was calling…Drew.”

“It’s nice to have a name for him,” Elizabeth admitted. “I just wish we had the fingerprints or advanced testing back. I want him to know and accept it, too.”

She started to open the door, but Jason stopped her, and she turned back to him. “What’s wrong?”

“Just—thank you. For believing me.”

“I’m just glad you’re home. Come on in, we’ll tell the boys.”

As the sun shines through it pushes away
And pushes ahead
It fills the warmth of blue
And leaves a chill instead and
I didn’t know that I could be
So blind to all that is real
But as illusion dies
I see there is so much to be revealed
– Twilight, Vanessa Carlton

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December 2012

Crichton-Clark Labs: Patient Five’s Room

Andre hadn’t considered this part of the experiment—he was disappointed that he hadn’t foreseen this complication.

He had wanted to keep himself separate from these men—he’d given them numbers, he’d refused to learn their true names, and he hadn’t done anything but look at the hard data produced by the scanning.

But now, he was waiting for Patient Five to emerge from his induced coma, and when he opened his eyes, he would either remember being the Navy SEAL or the mob enforcer. He was hoping for the mob enforcer—that was the point of this entire debacle.

Patient Six was proving to be more of a challenge. Andre never would have selected him as a test subject with that damage to the frontal lobe. He’d been able to map the memories, but he was relatively convinced that transferred Five’s memories into his brother would be almost impossible.

“Good. I haven’t missed it.”

Andre glanced over to find the man in question entering the room. “Victor. I didn’t think—”

“Well, it’s our first real test of the new protocol, and I also—” the WSB director smiled, folding his arms. “I’m intrigued to see if you were able to implement the suggestions I asked for.”

“Yes—” Andre grimaced. “You wanted the scan to focus on certain people, to emphasize them in the transferred memories. There’s really no way to know that until we put him into the field—”

“Of course, of course. And this is the first step. We don’t want Ja—” When Andre whipped his head to look at Victor, the man smiled again. “Patient Five won’t be returning to the field just yet. I want to send them both at the same time, and Six can’t return quite yet.”

“I thought you wanted them to be returned as soon as possible—”

“I do, but I am not the only partner in this project,” Victor said. “Relax, Dr. Maddox—” He nodded at the man stretched out in the bed, watching as the monitors picked up an increasing heartbeat and brain waves, which indicated that he was waking up. “When Five wakes up, we’ll see who he thinks he is, and then we’ll put him back to sleep and reassess.”

Andre clenched his jaw. He’d been looking forward to having Five wake up as the mob enforcer and shipping him to Port Charles. He wanted to have some real, practical evidence—

The man’s eyes fluttered, and his head fell to the side. A moment later, he blinked and focused on Andre. “What—what’s going…” His voice was rusty and thick from lack of use over the last six months.

“Hello,” Andre said, his heart pounding. This was it. This was his moment. “You’ve had an accident. We need to know who you are so we can contact your family.”

“Fam…” Five closed his eyes, then opened again. “Family.”

“Yes, do you have a family? A wife? Children? Who can we call? What is your name?” Damn it. Would they need to let him stay awake for a few days to let him get oriented?

“No…children.” Five opened his eyes again. “Not anymore.”

Andre frowned. Why was that—he turned to Victor, who looked pleased. “I don’t know the answer to that,” he admitted.

“What’s your name?” Victor asked.

“Jason—” Five coughed. “Morgan. Jason Morgan.”

“And who should we contact about your accident? Your wife? A family member?”

“Elizabeth,” Five mumbled. “Webber.” He coughed. “I can’t—I can’t—everything keeps…”

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything,” Victor said, soothingly. He nodded to Andre. “We have what we need.”

“Need—” Five frowned, looked at Andre, who had the syringe in his hand, preparing to insert it into the IV. “What—”

“I’ll get you back to your family,” Andre told him. “As soon as we can.”

“But—” Five’s eyes drifted close even as he scowled.

“Well done,” Victor murmured. “Our adjustments to his memory were successful.”

“What—what do you mean?”

“Jason Morgan,” Andre said slowly, nodding at Patient Five, “had a child whom he believes to be dead. Car accident, very tragic—”

“A child—that he believes—” Andre’s eyes widened. “Patient Three. I saw those records—it’s a five-year-old boy—”

“Yes, yes, Patient Three is his son. What’s very interesting is that on the eve of his extraction, he appeared to have reunited with his estranged wife and her child.”

Andre did not want to know about this—he really didn’t. “This Elizabeth?”

“No. Another woman. She’s not important. But Five here—his thoughts when you asked him about family went straight to his lost son and that boy’s mother.” Victor’s lips curved into a smile. “Precisely what we wanted.”

“I don’t want to know anymore. I can’t—” Oh, God—they’d taken Six, his brother, and his son—

How many people were tied up in this? What the hell had he gotten himself into?

“Now that we’re assured the experiment has been completed for Patient Five, it’s time to turn our attention to Six.”

Monday, October 30, 2017

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Sam blinked in surprise when she found her mother at the dining table when she returned that morning from dropping Danny off at school. “Mom, hey. Did I know you were coming over?”

“No, Jason asked me to come by,” Alexis said, drawing off her reading glasses. “We wanted to start, ah,” she glanced at him.

“In the unlikely event that these DNA tests we’re taking later today come back—” Jason paused, shook his head. “I just need to understand what could happen.”

Sam tilted her head to the side. “I don’t understand. We know how it’s going to come back—”

“I talked to Sonny yesterday,” Alexis said. “He met with, uh, your, well, the other guy,” she said finally, “on Saturday to talk over his story. And to talk about what’s been going on since you went off the pier in 2012.”

“So—”

“Well, whatever is happening, it’s clear that the Cassadines are involved,” Alexis interrupted. “Jason agrees with me.”

“Either they brainwashed this guy, or they screwed with my head—” Jason scrubbed his hands over his face. “Elizabeth agreed to test Jake.”

“Oh. Well, we thought she would, didn’t we?” Sam said. She sat across from her mother, next to Jason, and reached to squeeze his hand. “Thank you for understanding about Danny.”

“Elizabeth said that Jake does better in the hospital since he spends time with her there,” Alexis continued. “The plan is to test you and this…person,” she said. “By the end of the day, we’ll have enough markers to know whether or not the twin story is the truth.”

“I mean, we’re sure that’s probably the case, but I can’t understand how Victor Cassadine got his hands on Jason or his twin brother when no one knew he existed. No one other than, apparently, Heather Webber.”

“Betsy knew,” Jason said. “She had to.”

Sam grimaced. “Still.”

“The advanced testing we’re running on Jake might take a few days. We’re putting a rush on it,” Alexis continued.

“That’s much quicker than it used to be,” Sam said. “Do you remember when these things took weeks?”

“Technology has come a long way. And, of course, money helps.” Alexis scanned her notes. “There’s also someone else getting tested today. I’m assuming you haven’t talked to him.”

“No. Not since this happened.” Jason frowned. “Why?”

“The night of the relaunch, when your face was revealed—someone recognized your old face as belonging to their missing father,” Alexis told him. She reached into her portfolio and removed a folder. Pinned to the front was a photo of a man in a Navy dress uniform.

Jason stared at it, and Sam’s eyes widened. It was Jason—his old face. Exactly his face. “Oh my God—”

“Meet Chief Andrew Cain, a Navy SEAL out of San Diego. Disappeared in July 2012 from Helmand Province, Afghanistan. Married twice. Cara Sanders in 1998. She died in—” Alexis squinted at her notes. “2005. He remarried Kimberly Nero in 2011. One son—”

“Son—” Jason’s head snapped up. “Wait. Nero—”

“I know that name—” Sam started.

“Kim kept custody of Drew’s son. No family on either side. She changed his last name, and they moved to Port Charles about six months ago. Oscar Elliott Cain, born October 12, 2001. He just turned sixteen.”

“Oscar Nero—” Sam picked up the photo of Drew Cain. “My God, you really do have a twin out there,” she murmured. “If I didn’t know you’d never been in the army—”

“He’s being tested today?” Jason asked. “Like Jake—”

“Yes. What it will do is give added weight to the markers. By the end of the day, we expect the DNA to tell us that you and the man from Friday are related. We will also know if one of you is Andrew Cain. And Jordan seems to think she’ll have fingerprints from storage by Wednesday. GH thinks they might have the advanced test by then, as well..”

“What about the Navy?” Sam asked. “Wouldn’t they have Drew’s prints on file—”

“Jordan is also putting in the request. Diane and I are joining it. Either way, it looks like one of us represents Drew Cain.”

Jason’s mouth tightened. “Diane does—”

“I’m sorry. I’m trying—” Alexis sat back. “I’m trying to make this easier, but I don’t think anything ever will.” She raised her brows. “Did the name Drew Cain mean anything to you?”

Sam looked at her husband, and he looked down at the photo. When he said nothing, she leaned forward. “Jason.”

He blinked at the sound of her voice. “What?”

“The name. You’d never heard it before, had you?”

“Uh, no.” Jason took a deep breath. “No, I don’t think so.” He paused, then focused on Alexis, setting the Cain file aside. “So we’ll know by Wednesday. What did Elizabeth tell Jake about the test?”

“Oh. I don’t—” Alexis frowned. “The truth, I assume. I got the impression all three boys knew what was happening.”

“Does Jake know what side Elizabeth is taking?” Jason asked. “I’m assuming since she hasn’t called me, she hasn’t changed her mind about him.”

“Jason, I really—” Alexis cleared her throat. “Look, I think Elizabeth is probably doing the best she can with all of this. Jake is older than Danny, and he was with Cameron and his friends, so she never had a chance to keep it from him—”

“But she doesn’t have to make Jake more confused,” Sam retorted. “She could have just told him she doesn’t know—”

“But she thinks she does know,” Alexis said gently, “and I know she thought it would help Jake to be part of making the truth come out to everyone. I didn’t ask, Jason, but I’ve known Elizabeth a very long time. I imagine she would have made it clear that even if she believes this other man is his biological father, that the evidence isn’t clear yet.”

“Because Elizabeth is so well known for telling the truth,” Sam said, shoving away from the table. “I told you, Jason—”

“‘I’m not having this argument again,” he snapped at her. “I just—I don’t want Jake upset. I trust Elizabeth to handle that.”

“You—”

“At any rate, Jake and the other party are scheduled to go in at eleven,” Alexis said. “I think Elizabeth said she’s keeping the boys at home so that things don’t get worse today. She’s hoping it will die out tomorrow—”

“They’re getting tested at the same time?” Jason asked. He nodded. “Okay. Well, that answers my question—”

“Jason—”

“Just stop. What time am I going in?”

“Twelve. I thought it might be easier if we staggered it,” Alexis told him. “I can reach out to him if you want—”

“No. No.” Jason made a face. “When we know—when he gets the news—we’ll deal with it then. But I just—I’m not interested.”

“Okay. And Oscar will be tested at one. Marker results will be in around five,” Alexis said. “Brad Cooper is drawing the blood, but I asked Finn to watch over him and walk the case through personally.”

“Finn? Why?”

“Well, Diane and I felt that nearly every other long-term staff member has a connection or relationship to Elizabeth and that there was no bias with him. Finn might have been married to Hayden, but she and Elizabeth weren’t that close. Not that we think that’s an issue, but—”

Jason nodded. “Fine. I’ll be at the hospital at noon. For now, I’m going into the office.” He looked at Sam. “You coming? I’m starting interviews for the CFO.”

“Oh.” Sam frowned. “I haven’t found a nanny yet for Scout. We were going to do that this week—”

“Fine. I’ll see you at the hospital later.”

He left the penthouse, and while he didn’t slam the door, it almost felt like he had. Sam winced, then looked back at her mother.

“He’s handling it as well as I guess anyone would,” she said.

“At least we’ll have some answers today, and hopefully, by the end of the week, we’ll know more.” Alexis got to her feet. “The thing is, Sam—”

“Mom—”

“You and I both know how these tests are going to come out, and I haven’t even met the other man yet. I do know the Cassadines, and this sounds right up their alley. I just—make sure you’re making the right choices.”

Port Charles High: Hallway

Trina poked Joss’s shoulder. “Hey. Truce for five minutes.”

“Oh, good. It’s always easier when you ask for one.” Joss turned away from her locker, closing the door. “Cam, right? Something’s up.”

“He didn’t talk to you, either?” Trina wrinkled her nose. “Damn. I thought—” She chewed her bottom lip. She reached over to snag Oscar as he was heading down the hallway— “Hey, did you talk to Cameron this weekend?”

“Yeah, we played Call of Duty on Saturday. He had to watch his brothers while his mom went to deal with the Jason stuff.” Oscar frowned at them. “Why?”

“Did you go to his house? Were things okay?”

“Uh, no, we played on headsets with Spencer and Emma. I repeat,” he said, “Why?”

“Because I kept texting him all weekend, and he was like—things are fine, but really short, and I don’t know. I think something happened because Uncle Sonny has been all weird—” Joss wrinkled her nose. “I mean, more than usual.”

“And he’s barely texted me at all,” Trina said. “You think Jake is freaking out?”

“No, Jake was in the background on Saturday, he sounded okay. Maybe he’s just tired or something. Friday was a lot. He said none of them got a lot of sleep.” Oscar shrugged. “Cam’s cool, guys. He’d tell you.”

“Oh, he would absolutely not tell me, but he would tell Emma,” Joss muttered. She took out her phone, then sighed and looked at Trina. “She likes you better than me.”

“Uh, not by much. She and Cam only stopped dating because she moved to California, and when she found out I started dating him this summer, she blocked me on Insta for a week.”

“You are all insane,” Oscar declared. “And weirdly obsessed with Cameron. Lay off. If he wants to talk to you, he will.”

Joss narrowed her eyes but then sighed. “You’re probably right. I just hate knowing something is bugging him, and he won’t say anything because he’s got this superhero must be strong for the brothers thing going. You’ll get irritated by it very fast,” she told Trina. She turned back to Oscar. “Did his mom arrange your test? What did your stepmom say?”

“She’s, uh, doing that stoic military wife thing. Evidence supports it, blah, blah, tests will reveal, blah—” Oscar shook his head. “She’s mostly trying to hide how much this is all freaking her out. I mean, we moved to Port Charles to get away from San Diego and, like, memories of Dad.”

“Yeah, super weird she ended up here where your dad was, but lucky for you,” Trina said. “When’s the test?”

“Kim handled it with Cam’s mom. I’m going over to GH around one, Kim’s going to sign me out.” Oscar shrugged. “They said we’ll know about relationships today. Like, tonight. Whether or not they’re twins and if one of them is my dad.”

“Well, that’s good—”

“Yeah. I’m just trying not to think about it too much, I guess.” Oscar paused. “Look, not that I want to give you any reason to worry, but I did hear Aiden say something about Franco not coming home anymore. I think Cam’s mom broke up with him.”

“Oh. Well, maybe that’s what’s upsetting him,” Trina said. “I know he hated Franco, but maybe his mom argued with him in front of Cam and his brothers.”

“I’ll go to his house after school. He won’t be able to get away from me then,” Joss declared. “You guys in? We’ll ambush him.”

“What did I just say?” Oscar demanded as they started down the hall towards homeroom.

Webber Home: Living Room

Elizabeth stepped out of the kitchen. “Hey. We’re going to leave for the hospital in a little while,” she told the boys. “Cam, I was thinking. I know you can handle Aiden, but—”

“You left me alone with both of them on Saturday,” Cameron reminded her as he reached for his game controller. “And didn’t Mr. Corinthos say the guards were hanging out for a few days?”

“Yeah. I know.” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, unsure how to explain her discomfort. It had been a few days, and she hadn’t heard a word from Franco.

Not that she’d wanted to—but she knew that a quiet Franco was probably not a good thing either. She didn’t want to think of him as biding his time, watching the house—

Cameron glanced over at her, squinting. “Mom?”

“I just…I’d feel better if we stayed together. Today. Tomorrow, I’ll find a way to deal with it.” She hesitated, then looked at Jake. “There’s something else. I asked Jason if he wanted to drive over to the hospital with us. And when I say Jason—”

“You mean the other guy with Dad’s old face,” Jake said. He studied her. “You think he’s my biological dad.”

“I—” Elizabeth knew that she shouldn’t confirm her own beliefs—that she should try to play neutral with Jake until she knew for sure—

But she did know. If she hadn’t known on Friday night, spending half the afternoon on Saturday going over what happened with Franco and the last five years—she felt it in her bones. She’d always known Jason. And the small part of her that had always had strange doubts and feelings about Jake Doe being Jason Morgan—

That voice had finally been silenced.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said finally. “I think he is your biological father. I’m sorry, Jake. I know this isn’t easy.”

Jake absorbed that, looked at Cameron for a moment, then refocused on his mother. “Do I have to call him Dad? Like today?”

“No,” Elizabeth said immediately. “And Jason would never demand it of you. I want you to be okay more than anything else. We’ll get the answers, we’ll make sure that your…that our old Jason is okay being Drew if that’s who he is.”

“Remember that makes Oscar your cousin,” Cameron said. “More family for you—”

“For all of us,” Jake said with an edge in his voice. “You’re my brother.”

Elizabeth frowned at the byplay between them—something going on there she didn’t quite understand, but before she could root it out, there was a knock on the door. She got to her feet. “I’ll be back.”

She pulled open the door, her heart skipping as she saw Jason—her Jason—standing there, Michael beside him. She didn’t know how long it would take to get used to seeing his face again.

“Hey.” Elizabeth folded her arms, bracing herself against the chilly morning. “Michael, I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Uh, well—”

“Michael offered to hang out with Cam and Aiden while we went to the hospital.” Jason shifted.

“Yeah, I mean, things are quiet,” Michael said. “At least that’s what Dad says, and you know you’ve got the guard out here, but—” He met her eyes. “I’d feel better, you know?”

“Oh.” Elizabeth realized that some of her anxiety did ease. Michael was resourceful and could take care of himself and the boys. “Thanks. I was thinking of taking them to the hospital, but this works better. Um—” She pushed the door open. “Can I talk to Jason for a minute?” she asked Michael. “The boys are playing video games.”

“Sure.” Michael went inside and closed the door. Elizabeth turned to Jason, still trying to get used to the sight of his face—that particular face—and realizing now that the other man didn’t even really have his eyes. How had they ever accepted him?

“You’re not mad, are you?” Jason said hesitantly. “I should have called about Michael—”

“Jason,” she said, relishing his name on her lips. “You just came home and found out the serial killer you thought was dead is alive and was—” Elizabeth bit her lip. She glanced towards the house. “And Michael is close with the boys.” She hesitated because she didn’t think anyone would have mentioned AJ, which was how Michael had gotten to know Cam and Aiden in the first place. “I mean, everyone knows you’re Jake’s father, so Michael’s kind of—he’s been a cousin to them all.”

Jason looked past her into the small window next to the door where the boys were visible. “He’s really in there,” he murmured. “I saw him in the park, but I can’t—” He focused on Elizabeth. “He knows?”

“He knows,” she confirmed. “And I told him that I believe you’re Jason. But the thing is—”

“I didn’t raise him,” Jason finished with a tinge of regret. “He did.”

“He did. And Jake loves him. I don’t know how that’s going to end up,” Elizabeth said slowly, “and I don’t know if we’ll ever really know what’s going on, but if he’s not—if it turns out he was a victim like you—”

“I’m not here to make Jake’s life harder. I just—” Jason rubbed his chest, his hand closing into a fist. “I never should have given him up. And I just don’t want to miss this chance. If you’ll—”

“I never should have asked you to let him go in the first place,” Elizabeth said, with a shake of her head. “You might have given him up, but I got the ball rolling with my lies. We’re both getting a second chance with him. Come on in and meet your son.”

General Hospital: Andre’s Office

“You listened about staying quiet and out of it. Good.”

Andre flinched, looking up to find the Cassadine at his door. Valentin closed it, then took a seat. “They’re doing a DNA test today.”

“A DNA test,” Andre repeated. “That won’t tell them much. Jason knew there was the possibility of a twin out there, ever since Heather told that lie about Franco—”

“They’re bringing in Patient Three,” Valentin said coolly. “For advanced testing. And another kid, I’m told, but I don’t know who. Maybe one of Samantha’s little urchins—”

“We don’t want that,” Andre said, with a shake of his head. “This gets worse if they’re tested—we need to know who else is being tested—”

“I’ll find out,” Valentin said, but he didn’t seem that concerned. “But I need you to get back in the game. Patient Three,” he repeated. “My mother played with his mind—”

“And you nearly killed everyone,” Andre said. “He’s just a little boy—Helena is dead. Why did you even bother to finish her plan?” He’d been furious when he’d realized what had almost happened—he’d thought Jake was safe—he hadn’t dreamed Chimera could still be triggered. Once Helena was dead—

“It was never about finishing her plan.” Valentin got to his feet. “I needed this town to trust me. Playing the hero, rescuing everyone from the big bad Chimera—that made everyone give me a second look. I don’t care about my mother’s grudge against Elizabeth Webber. Helena is dead. And so is everyone else that ever gave a damn about her revenge. All I want is what I was promised.”

“You have that—”

“Not enough. Not all of it. You never found the last one,” Valentin said. “The only other person who can get in my way.”

“I thought Klein was taking care of that—”

“He’s trying to, but it occurs to me that if Mother played with little Jake Webber’s mind to give him the command to kill his entire family, including those insufferable brothers—she might have planted other secrets.”

Andre shook his head. “My part of this is done. You promised me if I came to town, if I put Jason Morgan’s memories into Drew Cain again, I could be finished, but there’s always one more thing—”

“You’re finished when I say you are. I need Patient Three’s secrets,” Valentin hissed. He put his hands on the desk, leaning over. “And you’re going to get them for me.”

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Elizabeth glanced up from the paperwork for Jake’s test and looked over at Jake and Jason, patiently sitting in the waiting area. Jake had his iPad out and was showing his father something.  Their meeting at the house had been fine, mostly because Jake always felt more confident when he was with his brothers, and Jason wasn’t going to push.

Maybe she shouldn’t have left them alone, but the only way Jake was going to get comfortable with Jason was if Elizabeth did the pushing.

It was the least she could do after being the reason Jason and Jake had never had a relationship to begin with.

She didn’t really understand how she could accept this man as Jason so quickly when she’d torn herself apart trying to make Jake Doe stay with her, but she also couldn’t argue with the way that she felt.

Everything in her life had changed over the last few days, and Elizabeth didn’t really know what to do about it other than put one foot in front of the other and keep her head above the water.

“So—”

She blinked at the new voice and turned to find Felix standing there, his brows raised. “How’s it going?”

“Uh—” Elizabeth pursed her lips. “Interesting,” she said finally.

“I can see that,” Felix said, nodding towards the waiting area. “Jake doing okay with this?”

“He’s trying to be,” Elizabeth said. “You know, Jake looks to Cameron to set the tone, and Cam is doing his usual ‘everything is under control, I’ve got this’ routine.” She paused. “I’m worried about both of them.”

“We’ll keep our eyes on them,” Felix promised. They both looked at the waiting area. “And it looks like we won’t be the only ones.”

Waiting Area

Jason couldn’t stop looking at him. Even as Jake bowed his head and did something with the tablet he was holding, Jason kept staring at him, looking at the strands of his blonde hair and the length of his fingers—his legs—he was so much taller now.

Joss had told him that Sam’s son, Danny, was his biological son. Jason was still letting that roll around in his head, wondering how different things might have been if that had been known—if they’d never believed him to be Franco’s son—then rejecting the thought because there was no point in thinking about that right now.

He didn’t even know if Sam was going to let him near Danny—she’d looked angry, almost hostile that night at the PCPD. Even when she had proof of who Jason was, would she leave the other man? She’d looked at him in the commissioner’s office, then turned away.

Jason put that away, too. He could only think about the things that he could control, and right now — he was sitting next to Jake, the little boy he’d buried and grieved. And he wanted to know everything.

“Can I ask you something?” Jake raised his head, met Jason’s eyes. “Mom says—Mom says you’re my dad. By blood. You’re the one that—she said you were there when I was born. You saved her life because she got sick. We both almost died.”

“Yeah.” Jason exhaled slowly. He’d been terrified that day, watching Elizabeth bleed, hearing those alarms, watching her eyes close, wondering if they’d ever open again— “I am. I know that might be hard—”

“But the other guy—” Jake took a deep breath. “He doesn’t have your face, but he says he’s you. And everyone else said he was you. He says he remembers that day, too.”

“I know.”

“Is he lying?” Jake said. He stared down at the tablet again.

“I—” Jason thought back to that night at the PCPD and the angry eyes of the other man—not just angry. But terrified. “I don’t think so,” he said before. “I thought he was, but then I met him. I think he’s confused. I think someone lied to him.”

“Maybe someone played with his head?” Jake asked. “Because Helena Cassadine did that to me.” He rubbed a spot on his arm. “She almost made me hurt a lot of people,” he said in a low voice. “My mom, my brothers. I’d never hurt them.”

“Jake—” His stomach twisted, remembering the story of the Chimera that Elizabeth had related the other day, and the memory ate at Jason like acid. He’d wanted Jake to be safe, to be happy. He’d walked away to make it happen. Instead, Jake’s life had been filled with trauma and violence.

Jason never should have walked away. He should have been at his side to protect him.

“She could definitely make someone believe they’re someone else so much they have memories of it.” Jake said this as a statement, and Jason sighed, because as wild as it sounded—he’d been around the Cassadines long enough not to doubt anything. Not after what he’d seen Lucky Spencer put Elizabeth through nearly twenty years ago.

“Probably.”

“Could it be you?” Jake asked. “Could she be lying to you?”

“I—” Jason paused. “I don’t think so,” he said carefully. “But that’s why we’re having these tests. Why we’re asking you and your brother’s friend. If one of us is Drew Cain, we need to know. And this will tell us.”

“I think Mom’s right,” Jake said. He looked at his mother, deep in conversation with a man behind the desk Jason didn’t know. “She made a mistake with Franco, but he was really good at pretending. He was really nice to me a while ago. I was—things weren’t okay, and I was mad and angry, and I went to art therapy, and he was nice to me. He helped me.”

Jason didn’t know what to say to that, but then Jake continued. “And Mom was really sad back then. Dad was so mad at her—everyone was really mad at her and yelling at her all the time, and Sam was mean, too. She was mad at me because I wanted them back together, and she was always following me—”

Jason frowned at that. “Jake—”

“And Franco was nice. For a long time,” Jake added. “But not Friday.” He raised his head again. “He pushed Cameron. He was gonna hurt him. He never ever did that before. Mom had to make him leave. How can someone be so nice for so long but just be a big fat liar?”

“I don’t know,” Jason said after a minute. “I’m sorry that happened to you. And to Cameron.” He paused. “Jake—”

“Anyway, Mom was wrong about him, but he was a good liar. I don’t think she’s wrong about you. Mom didn’t know Jake Doe was supposed to be you until Uncle Nikolas told her, and she was around him all the time. But you just came home, and she knows.” Jake paused. “If the other guy, my other dad, if he’s just someone else Helena hurt, is it okay if I still want him around?”

“I don’t want you to lose anyone that matters to you,” Jason said. “I just want to get to know you. I thought—” He had to take a breath, to gather himself. “I thought you were gone, Jake. I’m still not sure I can believe you’re here.”

“Mom says that, too,” Jake said. “She grabs me and hugs me a lot. I’m lucky,” he said as Elizabeth finished at the nurse’s station and started over. “Lots of people don’t have moms that would shoot people for them. I think Mom would have done it.”

“Your mom would do anything for you,” Jason said as Elizabeth joined them. “Everything ready?” he asked her.

“Yep. Time for the needle.”

Jake winced. “Man, I hate needles. You better not forget you owe me ice cream when this is done.”

General Hospital: Lobby

The minute Carly had learned Jason was going to GH for DNA tests and that he’d gone to Elizabeth’s house with Michael, she’d decided that she was going to the hospital, too.

And as soon as Sonny learned she was heading downtown, he’d invited himself along because he was worried she’d do or say something that would upset Elizabeth or Jason.

Carly had gritted her teeth when he’d said that, determined not to let his crap get to her today. She’d already let her temper talk her out of going to the meeting on Saturday, and she was damned if she was going to be pushed out of this.

Someone had hurt Jason and stolen him for five years, and Carly was going to make them pay. They were already late for appointment, and she was worried they had missed him. She needed to be part of helping Jason get his life back. After everything he’d done for her, he deserved her help.

“Why did Jason have to go to her house? He could have asked us,” Carly muttered as she and Sonny walked towards the elevators. “He could have seen Jake at the hospital.”

“Carly—”

“Because you know Elizabeth is going to use this to get back into Jason’s life—” She already was, from the looks of it. Elizabeth had seen Jason more than she had, goddamn it—

“She doesn’t need to use anything,” Sonny said impatiently. “She’s the mother of his child—she’s got an open door—”

“Well, I need to make sure she knows she can’t just use it whenever she wants,” Carly began. “Even if she finally did see the light and get rid of Franco—”

“Sometimes you really give me a headache,” he muttered. Carly’s nostrils flared as the elevator doors opened and a couple walked out. They both stopped in their tracks as Jason—Carly stopped herself—as Sam and her husband walked out.

The man lifted his chin. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“Listen, it doesn’t have to be like this,” Carly said, feeling a twinge of regret. She’d been so unfair to him, and she felt even worse about their last meeting now that she knew he wasn’t Jason. “We were friends before you thought you were Jason—”

“I am Jason—”

“You’re not,” Carly said so calmly and softly that she almost didn’t recognize her voice. “And I’m sorry for not pretending until the results were clear. Maybe this would be easier if we all made believe that we didn’t know.” She looked at Sam, who dropped her eyes to the floor. “If we all just put off taking a side until the tests came back—”

“Damn it—”

“But I looked at you for months before the truth came out,” Carly said, “and you were never Jason. You and Sam hated each other. You and Sonny hated each other. You barely connected with anything that made Jason who he was. Until we shoved the name on you. We were so desperate to have him back that we ignored all the signs.”

“I got the memories—”

“I don’t know how it’s possible,” Sonny said to him. “I get that you’re scared. Because if you’re not Jason Morgan, then who are you? And what happened? But I can’t lie and tell you that I didn’t know the truth the minute I saw Jason, too.”

The other man flinched then looked at Sam. “Well?” he demanded, and her head snapped up. “Do you agree with them?”

“Of course not,” Sam said, and Sonny had to hand it to her—those con skills were coming in handy because she said it so genuinely that it almost felt real. “I know who you are. And the tests will prove it.”

Satisfied, he nodded at her, then looked back at Sonny and Carly. “I made the right choice to get away from you,” he said shortly, and then they walked away.

“I don’t blame him,” Carly admitted. “This is gonna hurt when it all comes out.”

“Diane said that Alexis was going to tell him about the Drew Cain thing, so at least he’ll know who he is when this is all over.”

General Hospital: Andre’s Office

Andre was shoving things into his bag when Franco stalked in, slamming the door. “You need to help me figure out how to fix this,” the artist said, throwing himself into the chair. “I did something dumb on Friday, and Elizabeth is never—” He stopped, then stared at Andre. “You going somewhere?”

Andre stared at him for a long moment, then came to a decision. He needed to tell someone—needed to soothe his conscience a little bit, and if he told Elizabeth himself, she’d rip him to shreds.

Literally.

“You need to keep an eye on Jake.”

Franco frowned. “What? Why? What’s going on?”

“I was working for Helena Cassadine,” Andre said. He went to his computer, started to tap some keys. “Don’t ask. I can’t get into it right now. After she died, Valentin took over—”

“Valentin—”

“And now that Jason Morgan is back, his whole plan is blowing up in his face. By the way—it was Jason Morgan who tried to kill you. He’s the real deal.”

Franco hissed. “Damn it—and Elizabeth is already mixed up with him. She believed him the minute she saw him—I knew she was just desperate, waiting for a chance—” He narrowed his eyes. “What does Jake have to do with it? Were you the one—”

“Yes,” Andre snapped impatiently. He turned to grab some papers from his printer. “Yes, I’m the one to blame. I did it all. I put Chimera in Jake’s head. I stole Jason’s memories and put them into his twin brother. I did it all. But I’m done. They promised me I was out of it. I’m not going near Jake again.”

Not now that he knew the little boy, knew his mother, his family—

“Here. Give these to Elizabeth. This will clear up a lot of the information, and it will help her find the rest. Warn her—” Andre picked up his bag. “You want to make sure Elizabeth stays with you? Keep protecting Jake.”

“But—”

Then Andre left, heading for the service stairs.

Franco followed him out, his mind whirling as he sifted through the paperwork. Could he use this to prove to Elizabeth he’d just made a mistake? She’d tried to shoot him, so maybe they could call it even or something.

He could even manage a half-sincere apology about Cameron because he shouldn’t have shoved the little shit—he was usually better at keeping his temper around her annoying little brats. They should have sent the older one to military school, he thought sourly.

He stopped as he came into view of the nurse’s station and saw Elizabeth standing at the counter, smiling at someone. He loved her so much. She was the only person that really understood him—really accepted all his dark spaces—if he could hold on to her, he’d never have to go back to his old life—he was only whole when he was with her—

Franco squared his shoulders, prepared to beg and grovel to get her back, even pretend to love her kids a little bit more, even if Jake was the only one who didn’t annoy him on a daily basis. Just as he started to walk forward, Jason came into view, Jake at his side. Franco narrowed his eyes at the way Jason put a hand on Jake’s shoulder. Then Jason smiled, said something to Elizabeth—who smiled back at him.

Franco looked down at the paperwork in his hands, saw the trash can, and then ripped it all into tiny little shreds, tossing it away.

Let Elizabeth take care of her little monsters on her own. If she survived whatever Valentin Cassadine had planned, Franco might help her clean up the pieces—or pay for betraying and lying to him.

Through no light the darkness seems to be
So very strong
How does one alone against the world
Find the strength to carry on?
What happened to the way we used to love
It seemed as though life had just begun
But now that love has come and gone to fade away
Like the setting sun
‘Cause you won’t let me in
– Let Me In, Save Ferris

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July 2012

Camp Leatherneck, Helmand Province, Afghanistan

He was practically bathing in his own sweat, and there was no escape from the searing heat most of the time. This time of the year, the temperatures soared above a hundred degrees during the day, and rarely dipped below eighty even at night, and the air was so dry that he almost choked on his own spit several times a day.

He hated this fucking tour, and when he went home in December, he was determined to pull rank. This was his last sojourn to the fucking desert.

Drew Cain wiped his forehead as he stepped outside of his quarters into the slightly cooler air of the desert night—by maybe five degrees but there were some nights when he needed that.

He believed in his job most of the time—believed in his country, but ten years of fighting the fight here in Afghanistan—he was starting to wonder just who the good guys were. They should have been done with the day his team finished the job on Bin Laden. That had been a hell of an operation, and Drew was proud he’d been part of the team that had taken down the mastermind behind 9/11.

Cara had given birth to Oscar a month after the Towers fell and the plane had crashed into the Pentagon, and they’d both wanted to make a better world for their son. He’d be ten in October. Another birthday Drew would miss stuck in this godforsaken hellhole.

Cara had been gone for years, but he had Kim now. He wanted more kids. He was still young enough. He was going to retire, go home, finish raising Oscar—

After this tour, things were gonna—

There was click or a snick—just a sound that didn’t sound right. Drew scowled and turned towards the sound, squinting—the lights of his quarters didn’t reach that far. “Who the hell is there—” he began. Another sound—this from the other side—

He spun around, and then something exploded behind him—the lights flashed in front of his eyes—

And then he didn’t know anything at all.

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Webber Home: Living Room

“I think you’re just a sore loser.”

Cameron scowled into the mic on his headset. “Don’t start with me, asshole. You’re just mad because you can’t buy yourself any talent.”

“Oh, hey, that’s harsh,” Oscar pointed out as the third person on their team just sputtered in outrage. “Didn’t that evil guy steal his money?”

“He merely appropriated it for a moment,” Spencer Cassadine sniffed—Cameron could just imagine the little prince in his London boarding school, acting all high and mighty. Whatever. Cameron could kick anyone’s ass in Call of Duty.

“You’ll get it back,” Emma said, always nice to the underdog, and Spencer certainly was that. Valentin had gotten away with not only murdering Spencer’s father but stealing his inheritance. Since then, Emma had stopped treating him like the annoying pissant that he so clearly was and started being nice to him.

She’d always been a pushover.

“Look, just watch me dance in glory as I finish kicking your ass—”

“CAMERON!”

Cam blinked at his brother’s voice, then turned to look at the door where he saw that Jake was standing with it open, Michael at his doorstep. “Oh. Hey. I didn’t—wait—” He turned back to the headset. “Hey, Oscar, finish kicking Em and Spencer’s ass for me. I gotta go.”

“No problem.”

Cam signed off, exited the game, and took off his headset. “Sorry, sometimes when Spencer and I get going—”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Michael stepped inside, and closed the door. “Your mom already head over to the house?”

“Yeah. She went early to talk to Jason about—” He paused. “To talk about last night.” He looked at his brothers. “Uh, did you need her or—”

“No, I wanted to check on you. All of you. You know, since we belong to the very exclusive club of Sons of Moms who Dated Franco,” Michael said, wryly. He took off his jacket and sat down in the armchair.

Uncomfortable, Cam went over to sit on the sofa, and Aiden climbed up next to him. Jake sat on the arm of the sofa. “We’re fine.”

“You know, it was hard for me when my mom brought Franco home. Harder maybe because it was five seconds after he’d had the tumor taken out. We had zero evidence for his change in personality, and she was ready to give him the benefit of the doubt,” Michael continued. He paused. “Plus, I guess it was hard for me because of my history with Franco.”

Cameron slid a look over at his brothers. “Guys, can you head upstairs for a while? I’ll fill you in later.”

“You’re fifteen,” Jake said, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t get to cut me out of adult stuff. I’m ten. I’ll be eleven, and that’s basically a grown up.”

“Not even close. You’re not even allowed to have a YouTube account until you’re thirteen. Upstairs, okay?”

“Fine,” Jake muttered. “But I’m taking the Switch, and Aiden and I are gonna play Zelda, so suck it.”

“Yeah, yeah, just start a new save game.” Cameron waited for them to go upstairs—listened for the door to close, before looking at Michael. “I’m sorry. I just—I’m not sure Aiden even knows Franco kidnapped him.”

“No, I should have thought about that. I’m sorry. I just—I wanted to help.”

“No, I’m fine.” Cameron paused. “I didn’t—I didn’t know you had a history with Franco. I mean, other than that—do you mean the wedding? When—”

“When he played that video revealing what Sonny had done to my dad? No, that’s—” Michael scratched his cheek. “You know I was in prison a while ago. You were young—like nine or ten so maybe—”

“Jason went to protect you,” Cameron said. “I remember because Mom was really worried about it.”

“Yeah, well he didn’t get there fast enough.” Michael waited a minute, gathered himself. “Before he got there, another inmate—he, ah, well—” He closed his eyes. “You think this is supposed to get easier—”

“Michael, I appreciate—”

“No, I can—it’s hard to say it out loud, but it’s important that I do. Another inmate raped me,” Michael said finally. “And he did it on Franco’s orders.”

Cameron stared at the older man for a long time, then swallowed hard. “He…on Franco—”

“Later, when Franco came to town with those DVDs, he made it seem like he’d asked this guy to look out for me but that it hadn’t gone the way he wanted. I don’t know. I never bought it.”

“But—your mom—she almost married him. I thought—I thought my mom, after Aiden, but—”

“I know. I try to see it from her point of view and everything because Mom always does insane things. You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff she’s pulled. But this one—it hurt,” he admitted. “And it was hard for me to see past it. Sometimes I don’t know if I have. I also know a little bit about being the oldest kid.” He met Cameron’s eyes. “Feeling like there’s no room for you to have your own problems because someone else needs you.”

His throat tight, Cameron looked down at his hands. “I’m okay,” he repeated. “Mom took care of it.”

“I know. Because as much as our mothers annoy the crap out of each other, they’ll fight to death for their kids. That matters. Some kids aren’t that lucky. I know my mother loves me, and I know how much Elizabeth loves you guys. But at the same time, Cameron—”

Cameron looked up when Michael didn’t continue. “What?”

“It’s okay to be angry with her.”

“I’m not—”

“You don’t even have to tell her,” Michael said. “Maybe it’s better if you don’t. I don’t know. But if you ever want to say it out loud to someone who won’t say anything, I’m here.”

“Did you tell Joss about last night?”

“Do you see her on the front porch or clinging to my back bumper?” Michael said dryly. “No. I assume that if you want Joss to know, you’ll tell her. Now, it might get back to her, but it might not. I know Sonny wanted your mom to tell Jason, but it goes without saying he’s not telling anyone.”

“I don’t—I don’t think I want Joss to know. At least not yet,” Cameron admitted. “Because maybe I am angry,” he said quietly. “Just a little.”

Michael was quiet as Cameron sorted through his thoughts and how something unclenched in his stomach to say it out loud. “Does my mom know what happened to you?”

“Yeah. I know Jason told her. And so did my mom.”

“And what happened to Lulu and Maxie and Sam and Aiden—” Cameron took a deep breath. “And to your mom—to everyone he ever hurt. She brought him home to my brothers. I can take care of myself, but Jake and Aiden—”

“You matter, too, Cam. Elizabeth brought him home to you the same way Mom brought him home to us.”

“I guess. I know Mom was going through a lot. I know she wanted to be happy. He was nice to her at first,” Cameron said. “And I didn’t mind him at first. I didn’t know.”

“But at some point, he stopped being nice, but she didn’t notice it,” Michael said. “And he started being mean and controlling, but he made it sound like he was doing her a favor by even sticking around. Yeah, I know. I watched it happen to my mother. And I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t protect her.”

“My mom made him go. She didn’t even blink.” Cameron’s stomach relaxed even more. “She grabbed that baseball bat, and she would have bashed his head in. She would have killed him last night. She took my side. The first time I needed her to.”

“I’m glad.” Michael got to his feet. “I need to head over to the meeting, but I mean it, Cam. You’re my cousin, too—”

“No—”

“Don’t pull the same bullshit you try with Laura or Grandma Monica,” Michael said. “They might let you get away with it, but I won’t. I’m not talking about you being Jake and Aiden’s brother. I’m talking about you being Elizabeth’s son, and Emily loving you like a nephew. She was my aunt, too, Cam. I remember that, even if you don’t.”

“I do—” Cameron paused. “I remember her.”

“She would have wanted you to have someone looking out for you. And like I said, no one understands taking care of insane relatives like I do. Just be glad you don’t have a Carly,” he pointed out as he put his coat on.

“No, but we both have a Joss,” Cameron said with a half a grin as he followed Michael to the door. “Hey, Michael—”

“Yeah?”

“Are you—I mean, are you still angry with your mom?” Cameron. “That—it goes away, right?”

Michael pressed his lips together as he considered the question. “I’ll let you know.”

Baldwin House: Living Room

Scott Baldwin stood at the foot of the sofa and scowled at his eldest child, the bane of his existence ninety percent of the time, as the idiot—stretched out on the sofa—was watching something stupid on the television.

“You gonna tell me what dumbass thing you said to Elizabeth to get her to kick you out? I mean, she’s got all this crap going on, and you probably picked a stupid fight—”

Franco turned his head slightly to glower at him. “It wasn’t dumb, and if she’d stopped to listen to me for a second, she’d understand how it happened. But she’s probably making sure the new Jason knows she’s single.”

Scott furrowed his brow. “Don’t talk about her that way. She’s stood by you through worse, you moron, and she deserves respect. There aren’t a lot of women who’d let you move in with her kids—”

“You’d be surprised.” Franco sat up. “Carly did. And Nina wanted to actually have a kid with me—”

“Yeah, and how did that work out for you?” Scott demanded. “You’re laying on my damn couch feeling sorry for yourself.” He picked up Franco’s feet and dropped them on the floor. “So what is this crap about Jason Morgan having a twin?”

“Why does everyone want to talk about Jason Morgan?” Franco muttered. He shoved himself to his feet and stalked over to the window. “There are two of them. Probably twins. Heather’s story wasn’t a lie, she was just playing around about who the twin was.”

Scott squinted. “You know, I never understood that whole twin thing. There’s no way Susan wouldn’t have used that. She got a trust fund for Jason, and would have jumped at the chance to get double the money.” And he’d have drained them both, he thought with a wisp of shame. Well, that was water under the bridge.

“Hmm, I always forget you were Jason’s stepfather for a hot minute.” Franco folded his arms. “What was that like?”

“Fine. He was a quiet kid.” Scott scratched the back of his neck. “Thank God Alan wanted him, I didn’t know what the hell would have happened if I’d been stuck with him. I barely understood how to raise Serena, and that took another decade.”

“Touching.” Franco paused. “You didn’t know there was another kid?”

“No. And Susan sure as hell didn’t. Heather must have gotten something in her head, maybe trying to make her own play for it. Not that she’d tell us. Even if she could remember, crazy bitch,” Scott muttered. He cleared his throat. “Look, about Elizabeth, just apologize, make it clear you were wrong—”

“I wasn’t wrong,” Franco retorted. “Thanks for taking my side, Pops!”

“Well, why don’t you tell me what the hell happened? Because it’s usually your fault. Plus, we’re men. When the women we love are mad, we just apologize and move on. It’s easier.”

“Uh huh.” Franco nodded. “How many times have you been married?”

“Don’t start—”

“No, no, I love taking advice from someone who’s been married nearly as many times as Elizabeth Taylor.”

“Ah, forget it,” Scott muttered. “Elizabeth Webber is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, and if you’re gonna let something stupid get between you, maybe you deserve what you get.”

“Don’t worry, Pop.” Franco put his hands in his pockets, then rocked back on his heels. “I know Elizabeth. This Jason thing—it’s a cycle. She chases him, he lets her catch him, then he dumps her, and this time, I’ll be there.”

Scott made a face. “Uh, so you’re not going to apologize?”

“She needs a few days to cool down,” Franco said. “I’ll apologize, then I’ll let her go do this crap with Morgan one more time.  No one knows Elizabeth like I do. I’ll be there when it falls apart.”

There was something about the way Franco said those words that made Scott very uncomfortable, but he wasn’t willing to think about that too much. So he put it away and went back to the kitchen.

Safe House: Living Room

Jason frowned when Sonny came through the door, followed by Michael a few minutes later. He looked past them, to the street, then turned back to them. “Where’s Carly? I didn’t—”

“You did tell her to come, didn’t you?” Michael asked his dad as he took off his coat and hung up by the door.

“I did, but, uh,” Sonny scratched the side of his nose. “It was this morning after we had that thing in the kitchen,” he told Jason. “You were irritated with her, and she was already irritated by Elizabeth—” gesturing at the woman sitting at the table by the windows, a stack of albums at her side. Elizabeth frowned.

“What did I do?”

“Knowing Mom, you breathed,” Michael muttered.

“And I might have mentioned about not wanting her here. I thought if I told her you wanted her here,” Sonny told Elizabeth, “she’d be nicer to you—”

“Oh, well, that was stupid.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “How many years have you known Carly and you still don’t know how to deal with her?”

“It’s fine. I’ll figure it out later. She’s just mad because of the Ava thing,” Sonny said to Jason. “And I know you don’t want to hear about it—”

“What Ava thing?” Michael asked with a scowl. “How did she get her nose into this?”

Jason looked from Sonny to Michael, then back to Sonny. “What’s the problem with Ava?”

“How much time do you have?” Michael demanded. “She can’t be trusted. Don’t give her an inch, Jase. I mean it.”

Elizabeth frowned. “Why are we talking about Ava at all? You never knew her, Jason. She moved to town the year after you disappeared.”

“In Russia,” Jason said, taking a seat back the table. He waited until Michael and Sonny joined him. “When I woke up in the clinic, it was a few months before I was strong enough to move. And even when I could, I didn’t want the doctors to know it. I wanted them to think I was still not all the way there. They kept a mask on me so I couldn’t talk to anyone, and they’d—” He paused, looking down his wrists, expecting to see the ties there. “They tied me down to the bed, or later, to the wheelchair.”

“The clinic,” Elizabeth said. “Griffin said that Ava had gone to Russia—” Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God, you’re the man he helped. He said he gave a man money in a church—”

“You know him?” Jason asked. “I want to thank him. He—and the priest—stuck their neck out for me back there. So did Ava. She distracted Klein and the other doctors so that I could escape.”

“Griffin said there was something hinky about the clinic,” Elizabeth said. She looked at Sonny.  “Ava can’t be trusted, Griffin can. He had to break Ava out of there. They were going to keep her locked up. She was terrified, Griffin said, but neither of them knew anything about the guy she’d helped get out. Only that he had some sort of connection to Port Charles. And to Sonny. Because you gave her a number to call,” she told Jason, “and she recognized it as Sonny’s.”

“So she didn’t know who you were,” Sonny said, “but she knew you were connected to me. I told you.”

“She still risked her life,” Michael said. “She didn’t have to do that. She could have called you, Dad. I’m not saying we give Ava any credit, but we should also just acknowledge it.” He looked at Jason. “You said between the time you went off the pier and the time you woke up in the clinic, you don’t remember anything.”

“Nothing,” Jason said with a shake of his head. “The only reason I think it was April is the calendar in my room. They changed it when it got to May.”

“So maybe this is the part where we tell you what happened after you disappeared,” Sonny said. “At least the highlights. We’ll fill in the details as needed.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “So first, Bernie’s body was found on the docks. They found blood smears on the docks, so we knew you’d gone in the water.”

He could remember that sinking feeling as the water had surrounded him, the water dragging him down—

“Spinelli searched for days,” Elizabeth murmured. “Long after PCPD and the Coast Guard gave up. He couldn’t stand the thought of you—” She took a deep breath. “But I think it was in December when the PCPD closed the case officially. We knew by then that the man who was posing as Duke Lavery was actually Cesar Faison.”

“Why the hell—” Jason frowned. “Duke coming after the territory made some sense,” he admitted. “He was connected to the Jeromes, and in the mob. We knew that. But if it was Faison—”

“I don’t know. We never did figure that part out,” Sonny admitted. “Faison disappeared, and we just—I think we just let it go.”

“A year later—” Michael paused. “We found out that Robin was alive. Dad told you about that?”

“He said it was connected, but—”

“I’m not sure how,” Sonny said. He looked to Elizabeth. “Maybe you know more?”

“Faison faked her death to get to Anna—that’s why he posed as Duke,” she explained. “Robin said he quizzed her about Duke’s life, but she fed him some false info to trip him up. She was held somewhere in Europe.” She met Jason’s eyes. “Ewen helped arrange that. He was working with Jerry Jacks and, later, it turned out Faison and Obrecht. She’s a crazy doctor who was obsessed with Faison,” she added.

“Ewen was involved in Robin’s kidnapping?” Jason grimaced. “I should have shot him more.”

“Agreed. Faison was caught at that point, and we thought he was in a WSB prison, and Robin was home. It seemed like that was over.” Elizabeth paused. “Then Victor Cassadine showed up. According to Anna and Robert, he’d been the director of research at the WSB for a while and he got promoted to run the agency.”

“I don’t remember a Victor Cassadine—”

“There were three Cassadines brothers,” Elizabeth told Jason. “Mikkos, Anthony, and Victor. Anthony—or I think Luke said he was mostly Tony—he was kind of a playboy. You know, the kind that travels on yachts and uses his money to enjoy life. He was a jewel thief, and arranged to steal the Ice Princess for Mikkos. He was engaged to Alexandra Quartermaine right around the time you were born, I think.” She bit her lip. “It’s been a while since I—Luke and Laura gave me the crash course back during Endgame.”

“Endgame—” Jason frowned. “What—” He saw Michael looking equally mystified.

“That’s right. Helena had a cute name for that whole trying to kill everyone and raise the dead thing,” Sonny said. “I hate the Cassadines.”

“Same,” Elizabeth agreed with a sigh. “Anyway. Tony and Alexandra ended up being frozen to death in the same machine that killed Mikkos. I think Nikolas said Victor went to prison for a while, but the WSB got him out. He might have been DVX for a while, but a lot of those agents—they ended up with WSB because of their skill set.”

Michael shook his head. “What—” He put up his hands. “DVX?”

“Port Charles was crazy in the eighties,” Elizabeth said with half a smile. “I remember visiting during the summers when I was a kid and listening to everyone talking about it. Later when I was dating Lucky, it was kind of fascinating, so I was always asking Luke questions. He never thought I was too young.”

“Victor Cassadine was in charge of WSB. What does he have to do with Robin?”

“He wanted her to bring Stavros and Helena back from the dead,” Elizabeth told Jason, getting the conversation back on track. “Robin was about tell him to fuck all the way off, except—well, he had a card to play. He said he had you. Robin could bring you home but she had to help him.”

Jason sat back. “When was this?”

“February 2014. Robin left, but we didn’t know why. We thought she’d left and gone to Africa. It was awful for a while, and she and Patrick got divorced. Victor got her to the lab and refused to let her leave. Then it was Helena was holding her hostage. The man she woke up—they escaped from the lab later that year. August, I think. Or September. Robin said it was you. Your face, your voice. Your memories,” Elizabeth told him. “Robin was convinced. They separated when they got to Port Charles, but Helena grabbed her before she could get to her mother.”

“And the other guy was coming to me,” Sonny continued. “Only he got hit by Jordan Ashford, and got his face smashed in.”

“He was brought to the ER the night I was on duty, and it was—” Elizabeth pressed her lips together. “It was the strangest thing. It was like he knew me. Like I knew him. When he woke up from facial construction, he didn’t remember anything, but he picked the name Jake.”

“He…Jake.”

“It was strange,” Michael remembered. “Because Jake Doe connected with some of us right away. I talked to him in the hospital when—” He looked at Sonny, then swallowed. “We were going through things. And he was kind to me. And, Elizabeth, it was like you’d known each other for years.”

“I know. He even got along with Carly,” Elizabeth continued. “But other people—it was like oil and water. He and Sam were always at each other’s throats, and you two—” She met Sonny’s eyes. “You just hated each other.”

“I think it’s interesting to think back to that, knowing what we know now,” Sonny said, “and maybe it’ll be something we need to think about. But let’s talk about how we found out who he was.”

“The other reason I’m here,” Elizabeth said with a sigh. Michael reached over to squeeze her hand. “Thanks. Uh, well, Faison was caught that fall, but someone broke him out of the PCPD. This guy broke into the department, held Sam hostage, shot a cop, and then got away without even blinking.”

“And it was this Jake Doe?” Jason asked.

“Yeah. Sam eventually remembered it, and I thought she was insane. You know, it’s not like I listen to Sam anyway,” Elizabeth admitted, “but this just—there was no way. Until we caught Jake setting a bomb at the Haunted Star where he was working as a bartender.”

“I don’t understand—”

“Helena put a chip in his head,” Sonny said flatly. “To put him under control. Elizabeth figured it out and got him free of those charges.”

“Yeah, well, that was the easy part. Around this time, Helena told Nikolas that Jake Doe was you. Nikolas kept it to himself for months.” Elizabeth pressed her hand to her chest. “Of course, now knowing what we know now—did he really know what was going on or did she lie to him?”

“Did Nikolas tell everyone—”

“No.” Elizabeth sighed. “He told me a few months later. The night of Nurse’s Ball.” She looked down at the table for a moment, then raised her eyes to meet Jason’s. “Jake and I were—well, it’s complicated. But Nikolas told me so that I didn’t get in any deeper. And I didn’t tell anyone.”

Sonny scrubbed his hand over his mouth as the room fell into silence. Jason frowned for a long moment, then squinted. “You didn’t tell anyone.”

“No. I was happy. Jake was good to me, and he wasn’t really like you. I know everyone thinks I did it because I thought he was you, and maybe it was part of it, but you know Jake Doe was not Jason,” Elizabeth said to Sonny.

“I do, Elizabeth. It was a long time ago—”

“So I lied. And then in July, Lucky brought Jake home. My Jake. Our son. He was alive. And Helena had had him all that time. And I still lied. Carly figured it out. She ran a reconstruction on Jake’s face, it came up as you, and she ran to stop our wedding. Eventually the truth came out, and Jake got his memories back. Or he got your memories. Or something. Whatever it is—he’s not part of it. He has to be a victim, too,” Elizabeth insisted.

“I will say it does feel like something changed after he said he got his memories back,” Sonny told Jason. “And something about the way Jake came home has always bothered me.”

“How did it happen?” Jason asked.

“Lucky got some sort of hint that Helena was up to something. He started to follow it up, and when he stopped calling Aiden, I contacted Luke. Luke went after him, found Helena in Greece with Jake. And Helena just gave him Jake.”

“Gave him—” Jason shook his head. Of all the things he’d heard so far—this made the least amount of sense. “Why—if she faked his death, kept him all this time—”

“And that’s what makes me wonder about Jason being able to wake up from that coma around the same time that crap was happening with Jake,” Sonny told Elizabeth. “It can’t be a coincidence that Jason is waking up in Russia at the same time Jake nearly killed us all with one of Helena’s plans.”

“What?” Jason demanded. “What happened?”

“Jake got a box of magic tricks last year,” Elizabeth said softly. “He put together an act for the Nurse’s Ball, but something was going on his head. He was scared to tell me, but he was hearing Helena’s voice. She was telling him to kill us all. The night of the ball, he was supposed to perform a trick that would have unleashed a chemical weapon that would have killed everyone in the room.”

Jason exhaled slowly, taking that information in, filing it with everything else he knew. “How did it—what happened?”

“Jason—Jake—Drew—I don’t know what to call him,” Elizabeth said with a shake of her head. “But we talked to him, and we were able to stop it. Some men broke into the ballroom, stole it, but Valentin supposedly stopped him and the weapon is with the WSB.”

“Yeah, but didn’t Valentin have some sort of connection to that?” Michael asked.

“He’s the one that stole it from the WSB in the first place. It was nicknamed for the Chimera for the hallucinations you’re supposed to see when you’re dying. He sold it to Helena.”

“And I think,” Sonny said, looking at Jason, “that mostly fills in the blanks between your dive off the pier and coming home.”

“Mostly,” Jason said slowly. “That is…a lot, but you’re right. If this was happening to Jake at the same time—maybe I didn’t wake up from that coma on my own. Maybe someone woke me up.”

“Maybe. The question is what do we do now?” Elizabeth asked.

Sonny cleared his throat. “Well, you know, I appreciate everything, Elizabeth, but—”

“She stays,” Jason said flatly, surprising all three of them as they focused on him. “If she wants.”

“Jason—”

“I want,” Elizabeth said quickly. She flashed him a grateful smile before looking at Sonny. “Look, I know a lot more than what I’ve told you about the Cassadines, and I’m the only one of us who’s gone against Helena and won. I know she’s dead, but with her—death does not matter. You know that. And if there’s a chance that bitch is still coming for my son from beyond the grave, I’m not sitting this out. Let me help, Sonny. You can trust me.”

“It’s not—I just—” Sonny shook his head. “Never mind. Jason says you stay. You stay.” He took a deep breath. “Any suggestions for what we do next?”

“Information,” Elizabeth suggested. “I’m sure you’ve got Spinelli working on the clinic and that doctor, right?”

“Yeah, we called him this morning.”

“Then we need to call Luke and Lucky.”

Jason scowled. “I know you said that yesterday,” he said to Sonny, “but I don’t really want to deal with them—”

“I’m not that interested in seeing Luke either,” Elizabeth said. “But at the end of the day, they’re Spencers. Cassadine hunting is in their blood.”

“What about Valentin? He’s in this up to his damn eyeballs,” Michael muttered. “He’s gotta be the one who was holding Jason—”

“Valentin sent Ava to the clinic,” Elizabeth reminded them. “I mean, I agree he’s in this, but I don’t know if it that’s simple.”

“No, but I always thought it was weird when those guys stole the Chimera. Valentin got the chance to act like the big hero, didn’t he?” Sonny said. “He’s just not working alone.”

“Then we need to know who he’s working with,” Jason said. “And I want to know everything about him.”

“That would be you again,” Michael told Elizabeth who made a face. “Did you ever think you’d be the Cassadine Expert?”

“It wasn’t the plan for my life,” she said dryly. “And I don’t know who he’d be working with. Valentin doesn’t trust anyone. I don’t even think he likes his wife ninety percent of the time. It’s hard to see him giving control to someone else, even for a minute.”

General Hospital: Andre’s Office

Andre stared at the text message as it scrolled across his phone.

Stay calm. Stay quiet. I’ll be in touch when I have this under control.

He shoved the phone aside as Valentin’s message faded. Did he have a goddamn choice? If he disappeared now—everyone would suspect he was part of it, and he knew—he knew they’d come after him. Someone would. Sonny or Jason. Drew or Curtis. Jordan. Anna and Robert. Valentin.

There was no running from this. At least not yet. Not when no one knew what he’d done.

If he could just keep them from finding out, maybe he’d be able to save himself.

In my defense, I have none
For never leaving well enough alone
But it would’ve been fun
If you would’ve been the one
I persist and resist the temptation to ask you
If one thing had been different
Would everything be different today?
– the 1, Taylor Swift

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May 2015

Mykonos, Greece: Cassadine Estate

Helena set down the tabloids she’d been reading to glare at Valentin. “Why must we have the same argument over and over again?”

“When you came to me,” Valentin said, flicking an imaginary piece of lint from his trousers before meeting her eyes, “you said you had lost faith in the Cassadine blood line. That it was weak. Impotent. You promised me if I helped you get your revenge on the Spencers and Elizabeth Webber, that you would make sure I inherited everything.”

Helena sat back in her chair, arched a brow imperiously. “And you doubt my word?”

“It’s been five years since you started this, Mother,” he said, dryly. “Since you promised that Nikolas would be the first casualty, I suppose I’m wondering—” He leaned forward. “Just how stupid do you think I am?”

“You doubted Nikolas’s loyalty. I have as well,” Helena admitted, “but you must admit that in recent days, he’s proven himself to be capable of great cruelty. Why—” She gestured at the latest tabloid reports from Port Charles. “He’s drawn Elizabeth in beautifully, telling her the truth about Jason Morgan, convincing her to keep the secret, having Hayden Barnes shot in the head—fifteen years ago, he could barely bring himself to bruise Elizabeth Webber. And now he’s leading her personal torment.”

Valentin rubbed his bottom lip. “So you no longer need me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Helena said, with a shake of her head. “Nikolas still has a moral compass. There’s no telling when his mother’s weak blood will show. He might think he’s the Dark Cassadine Prince I’ve always wanted, but I know better. No, he’ll fail me eventually. He always does.”

“Then what is the point in waiting—”

“I intend to finish my revenge,” Helena said coolly. “I’ve already laid the hints for Luke and Lucky. I imagine they’ll be visiting me in a matter of weeks. Little Jake will be home by the end of summer. Elizabeth will be tormented in keeping the secret, but she’ll break. And she’ll despise Nikolas for doing this to her. For telling her the truth. He’ll lose her. And then the Chimera—” Helena tapped a pen. “Dear Valentin, will it not be glorious to break Nikolas before little Jake Webber kills them all?”

“You intend him to be in the room when you trigger the Chimera,” Valentin said. He sat back. “That’s…unexpected.”

“I always said that once my revenge was complete, I would turn over the reins to you,” Helena said with a smile. “My son. My legacy.”

“I wish that I could believe you.” Valentin rose gracefully to his feet and adjusted the line of his suit jacket. “But, alas, Mother, I know something that you don’t think I do.”

Helena smiled at him. “And what is it that?”

“That Nikolas and his son are not the last Cassadines left.” Valentin met his mother’s eyes.

Helena’s smile didn’t change, but she tilted her head. “One should always have a back up plan, Valentin.”

“Cross me on this, Mother,” Valentin said, “and you’ll regret it.”

“We’ll see.”

Saturday, October 28, 2017

Greystone: Kitchen

Jason poured himself a cup of black coffee, then went over to the table and sat down. He stared at the dark liquid.

It was the first cup of Corinthos & Morgan coffee he’d had in—well, apparently, years—but for Jason, it only felt like six months.

He used to drink this coffee three times a day every day. He had since the day they’d delivered the first shipment to Kelly’s—the same place where Sonny had sat down at a table shortly after he’d returned to Port Charles more than twenty years ago and asked Jason to go into the coffee importing business as a new front.

“It’s not poisoned,” Carly said. He looked up to find her watching him. She flashed him a beaming smile. “I just love seeing you here. I woke up this morning, and I thought it was a dream, but then I went past the guest room, and the door was opened—and the bed had been used—” She took a deep breath. “You’re here. And you’re you.”

“I am.” Jason lifted the cup to his lips and took his first sip. The hot, bitter liquid slid down his throat, and for just a minute—

For a single minute, he could close his eyes and pretend that none of this had happened, and he was drinking his coffee to start the day.

“So, where do we start?” Carly said. She sat down with a glass of orange juice. “I thought I’d go over and help you with Sam. She probably just—she was shocked, Jason. And she’ll come around—”

“Don’t—” Jason put up a hand. “Don’t do that, okay?” Carly blinked at him. “Sam went home with—with the other guy, okay? She made her decision—”

“But Danny is your son—”

And that was something else he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. He’d spent Sam’s entire pregnancy struggling with the idea of being a father again. Of bringing a life into the world when Jake wasn’t there anymore. Danny wasn’t supposed to be his, and knowing that fact—knowing that the tests had shown differently—

Jason couldn’t make it work in his head—and maybe he wouldn’t be able to until he talked to Sam about it. If she’d ever let him get that far. He’d recognized that look in her eye the night before. She’d just dig in her heels if he pushed her now.

“Carly—”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m pushing, I know—” Carly closed her eyes. “I’m just—I want to help. I want to make things okay for you. Getting your life back—I want that for you.”

“I know.”

“All right—” Sonny strolled in, cell phone in hand. “I’ve got someone for you,” he told Jason. “Spinelli—”

“If this is some sort of twisted, sick joke,” Damien Spinelli began, his familiar tones echoing in the kitchen—

“Look for yourself—” Sonny turned the phone, and Jason was suddenly face to face with the hacker he’d taken under his wing more than a decade ago. Spinelli’s eyes blanked for a moment, and he closed his mouth.

“Stone Cold,” he said softly. “Is that really you?”

“That depends,” Jason said roughly, moved by the emotion he saw sweeping over his friend’s face, even three thousand miles away in Portland, Oregon. “Are you still the Jackal?”

Spinelli’s face creased into a vibrant grin. “Until my dying day! Stone Cold! What happened? Where were you? Who’s the other guy?”

“We were hoping you might come and help us find that out,” Sonny said, sliding onto the bench next to Carly, leaning across the table. “You interested in joining the team?”

“I am in,” Spinelli declared. “Sign me up for service, Mr. Sir.” He saluted. “Shoot me over anything you want me to work on — it might take a few days to get to Port Charles. Did Mr. Sir tell you about my Georgie?”

“He did. Congratulations,” Jason said. “I don’t want you to spend too much time away from her—”

“Never, never. The Maximista and I were just talking about making some changes, so I was gonna be heading that way sooner or later. Give me—” he squinted. “A few days, and I’ll be back. Stone Cold and the Jackal, reunited at last!”

With Spinelli on board, Jason hung up the call and slid the phone across the table. “I thought I’d head over to the safe house,” he told Sonny. “Early, I mean. Thanks for asking me over last night, but—”

“What? What’s this? You can’t leave,” Carly said. “No, Sonny. Tell him, he needs to be around family—”

“I—” Sonny hesitated. “I don’t know, Jason. I thought we were talking about keeping the safe house on the down low. Using it for meetings—”

“And that made sense last night,” Jason said, “but I woke up this morning and realized that everyone is going to be asking the same questions we are—”

“But Elizabeth—”

Carly clenched her teeth. “What does she have to do with this? What?  Did you give her the damn house? Does she want you to pay rent?”

Jason frowned at her. “No. It’s my house. I bought it and buried the deed with holding companies tied to the warehouse.”

“I remember that now. Diane signed some paperwork for transfer,” Sonny said. “Carly, don’t start—”

“‘I’m not starting. I just don’t know why she has to be involved in any of this—”

“Jason was shot by Cesar Faison,” Sonny reminded her. “And Faison was involved in—what do we call him? Other Jason?”

“Fine, Faison was involved—”

“So were the Cassadines,” Sonny continued. “Helena and Victor were part of his kidnapping, and they must have been involved with what happened to Jason. Valentin sent Ava to the same clinic where Jason was being held—”

“Ava?” Carly said. Her eyes lit with fury. “That bitch was part of this? I’ll ruin her this time! I won’t let her live—”

“She saved my life and helped me escape,” Jason said flatly. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her. I didn’t know who she was, and I don’t know what your problem with her is, and right now, I’m not interested.” He got to his feet. “I’m heading over, Sonny. I’ll see you later.”

“Get one of the guards to set you up with an SUV, ” Sonny said. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way over.”

“Fine.”

“Wait, Jason—”

But Jason wasn’t interested—he left the room, taking his coffee mug with him. Carly grimaced, then looked back at her husband. “What did I do?”

“Uh, well, you attacked Elizabeth for no reason, and then you put his back up about Ava. Look, at some point, we’ll tell him why Ava can’t be trusted. We will,” he repeated when she scoffed. “But if he’s right—if she really didn’t know who he was and helped him come home—God, Carly, let’s just sit with that for a minute and be grateful.”

“She is the reason Morgan is dead,” Carly spat out. “I will never—”

“Julian and Olivia Jerome are the reason Morgan is dead. Ava loaded the gun, but they pulled the trigger.” Sonny closed his eyes. “Carly—”

“Fine. Fine. I still don’t—”

“You know, I didn’t even want you to go to this thing later,” Sonny said, losing his patience. He got to his feet and went over to the coffee pot. “I wanted to leave you out of it.”

Blindsided by that, Carly stared at her husband’s back, tears stinging her eyes. “What? Why?”

“Because I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d make it about you. About who you hate. About what you think Jason should do. And there’s no room in this for any of that. Not when we don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

Carly opened her mouth but found it difficult to force words out. “But Jason said no. He had my back—”

“It never got that far. Elizabeth wouldn’t hear of leaving you out.”

Her cheeks heated, and rage boiled in her veins. “Oh, so she gets a say?”

“No,” Sonny retorted, turning back to Carly. “I asked her to help because she knows the Cassadines, and with this all happening so close to the Chimera—it seemed wrong to leave her out. And she said you should be there because no one knows how to scheme like you. So remember when you’re bitching, crying, and moaning—Elizabeth had your back. Sam went home with the other guy, and Elizabeth’s here, trying to get to the bottom of things. Don’t be stupid about this, Carly.”

Don’t be stupid about this.

Stupid.

Carly rose to her feet. “Thank you for the invitation,” she said coolly. “And tell Elizabeth I appreciate the support, but I wouldn’t want to distract you with my schemes and selfishness.”

“Carly, don’t—”

“No, I heard you. Loud and clear.” Some things would never, ever change, and she couldn’t take one more hit today. “I have things to do at the hotel.”

Webber House: Kitchen

Felix set the tray down on the kitchen island. “Hot chocolate for you,” he said to Elizabeth. “Chocolate milk for both our young Mr. Webbers—” He handed the drinks to Aiden and Jake, “and, uh, black coffee for Cameron—” He squinted at the tallest Webber son. “When did this start?”

“When I started AP Biology,” Cameron muttered, taking the cup from his mother’s friend and reaching for a donut from the box. “Thanks. I need to go up and get back to my homework—”

“Uh huh—” Felix turned back to Elizabeth with her face set grimly. “Did I miss something? The Webber boys seem quiet this morning,” he said after Jake and Aiden had left the room and gone to play video games. “Jake handling this okay?”

“I’m not sure it’s sinking in for him yet,” Elizabeth said slowly, “because he got distracted by what happened last night.” She picked up her drink and went over to the kitchen table, waiting for Felix to follow. “You probably saw all the videos—”

“I never saw the Port Charles social media community having so much fun—there’s a really great one where the new guy drags Franco—” Felix stopped and coughed. “Not important. Uh, where is Prince Charming?”

“Rotting in hell,” Elizabeth muttered. She sipped her hot chocolate as Felix merely lifted his brows. “He came in while the boys were watching the video. He demanded the iPad, Cameron refused, and—” Her stomach twisted. “He tried to take it. He grabbed Cam by the shirt, and I know there was shoving—”

“Oh, hell, no. He did not put his hands on my Cameron. Uh uh. I will not have it.” Felix clenched his jaw. “Where did you put the body?”

“I got home just as he grabbed his shirt—I got him out of the house,” Elizabeth said finally. She took the top off the hot chocolate and reached for a spoon to stir the rapidly melting whipped cream into the liquid.

“Elizabeth.”

She blinked, then looked up at him. “Cameron refused to go upstairs. He wouldn’t leave me alone with Franco.” She told him about the bat and the gun.  “And when I called Sonny and Michael to help me with changing the security—he came down to thank them. Like he was the adult—Oh, God, what have I done to my little boy? How could I have forced him to grow up so fast?” She pressed a hand to his face. “I was sixteen when I stopped being a child,” she murmured. “I wanted more for him. I wanted him to be innocent for so much longer.”

“The world doesn’t always let babies stay babies as long as they should,” Felix told her. “Cameron loves you. He’d never blame you—”

“Well, he should,” Elizabeth said. “Because if it wasn’t for me, his life would be better. I brought Jake Doe into this house, and then tried to hold him here with a lie. And because of that, I destroyed my entire life. I wasn’t the only one that took that hit, Felix. You know that.” Her mouth thinned. “And then I brought Franco into this house. Franco. I put him in this house with my children.”

“You made a mistake—”

“How many more mistakes do I get?” Elizabeth demanded. “I got Jake back. That was a goddamn miracle. I’m not going to get any more of those. I keep saying my children come first, but have I really been doing that? No. I’ve been thinking about myself.”

Felix sipped his latte. “You done with your pity party?”

She scowled. “Felix—”

“You made a mistake. A few of them,” he added when she made a face. “You’re not perfect which is why we’re friends. Perfect is boring. Let me remind you that right about the time Franco fucking Baldwin slithered his way into your life, you were dealing with Jake almost dying again, that worthless trash whore Sam blowing up your house, Sabrina died, Hayden turned out to be your sister, and Tom Baker got out of jail.  You were low, baby. And he’s a bottom feeder.”

She closed her eyes. “I know. I know. He always said I never would have looked at him if it hadn’t been for that lie.”

“Not just the lie. You’re stronger than that. The lie, the whole world finding out when it was none of their damn business,” Felix retorted. “That was between you and—well, apparently the guy who we don’t think is Jason?”

“He’s not Jason. He might be Oscar Nero’s biological father,” Elizabeth said. “Don’t ask. I’ll explain that part later.” She scrubbed the side of her head. “And then after Tom Baker, Jake was struggling again.”

“Exactly. Jake went through all of that, and your grandmother died—Elizabeth, the world has been slapping you around for years. You tried to be happy. You looked for love. You went down some dark ass alleys,” he added and she laughed. “But you just wanted to be loved. That’s human. You know it. The second you realized your boys were in danger, you stepped up to the bat. Literally.”

“If Cameron had gone upstairs, I would have pulled the trigger. I wish I had. Because then he’d be dead, and I’d just call Sonny to get rid of the body. He’d do it for me.” Elizabeth rubbed her chest. “How do I accept that it’s in me to feel that way? A week ago, Franco was someone I thought I was in love with, and now I can’t even fathom looking at him again without tearing his eyes out.”

“Well, to be honest, that doesn’t surprise me. You’re loyal to a fault until someone comes for your babies. And then you destroy them. That’s just right. Plus—” Felix wiggled his brows. “You know, a girl that hooks up with a hit man like Jason Morgan—you gotta have a little bit of a ruthless streak in ya.”

“Enforcer,” Elizabeth corrected without thinking, then locked eyes with Felix for a minute before they burst out laughing. “How do you do that? Make me feel better?”

“Because I know you. And I love you. You always do your best. Some days, you get it wrong. Last night, you got it right.” He picked up his latte. “So, speaking of the famed enforcer with the double—how are we feeling about that? What’s the deal? Which one is which?”

“The guy who tried to choke Franco is Jason. I know it,” Elizabeth said. “And the other guy—like I said, we think he might be this other guy, Drew Cain. How it all fits together? I don’t know. Sonny asked me to come over and help because of the Cassadine connection.”

“Well, at least you’ll have something to distract yourself from all of this—” Felix leaned back in his chair. “How did you know it was him?”

“I could tell you I knew as soon as he wrapped his hand around Franco’s throat, or when I saw his face—or at the PCPD, the other guy—I’m going to call him Drew because otherwise my brain will explode—he grabbed my shoulders, and Jason almost came forward to stop him.”

“But it wasn’t those moments?”

“It all added up,” Elizabeth said, “but I was still—I was ninety-nine point nine nine percent convinced, but I’ve been through a lot in Port Charles, and you never rule anything out. Then—” She stared down at her hot chocolate. “He said my name.”

“Oh.” Felix put his hand on his chin. “This sounds like a story.”

“It’s not. It’s just—I didn’t even realize it until I heard him say it, but no one else says it the way he does. Lucky always sounded like he was whining or yelling at me,” she said with a wince, “but—anyway. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with any of that. Or how involved I’ll be with the search. Sonny doesn’t really let people in, and Jason usually follows his lead. Right now, they need me because they need Cassadine information, and Laura doesn’t like Sonny.”

“Laura always did had have good taste.”

“The thing is—and this is so stupid—we’re meeting at this safe house later. A safe house that no one else knows about because Jason bought it in my old neighborhood so I could have a place to go if anything happened and he couldn’t get to me.” She paused. “The safe house he wanted me to go nine years ago when Jake got kidnapped by the Russians, but I didn’t listen to him. I went with Sam and Lucky, and Jake got kidnapped. I had to kill a man, and Jason ended up deciding it was too dangerous to be together so we broke up.”

“Oh, man, one day, we’re gonna sit down with some wine, and I’m getting the whole Jason and Elizabeth saga, but let’s go back to this. You been to this safe house before?” Felix asked.

“Once.” Elizabeth exhaled. “Right before Kate Howard was shot, Jason and I were supposed to go to Italy. We’d always dreamed about it, and it was finally going to be our chance. He brought me to the house one day when Lucky had the boys. We spent hours there.”

Felix sighed. “Oh, man.”

“It was the last time we were able to spend the whole day together,” she murmured. “The last really good day before it all fell apart. And it’s so stupid to think it matters now. It doesn’t. It was a lifetime ago. He probably doesn’t even remember.”

“No? He remembered the house. He picked it because he thought it was safe, didn’t he? Because only you and him, and probably Sonny knew about it. And hey, you don’t get to call yourself stupid. Not in front of me.”

“Thanks.” She met his eyes. “I mean it, Felix. I love you.”

“I love you, too, girl, but I wasn’t kidding about that story. It sounds like a good one.”

Morgan Penthouse: Kitchen

“You okay?”

Jason glanced up from his cup of coffee to see his wife entering the kitchen, their daughter perched on her hip. “What?”

“You’re staring into your coffee like it has all the answers,” Sam said. She furrowed her brow. “Jason, it’s going to be okay. Whatever’s going on—we’ll get to the bottom of it. We’ll make sure everyone knows who you are and if this guy—” She closed her eyes. “If he’s your twin, we’ll handle it.”

“I know.” He hesitated. “Last night, when he talked about waking up after the accident—when he talked about being arrested—he sounded convincing.”

“So?” Sam shrugged. She put Scout into her high chair, then crossed over to the cabinet to take down a container of cereal bits. “Take it from a former con artist—you can sound convincing if you believe your own bullshit. And maybe he’s been brainwashed, or his head’s been screwed with like yours, you know? Maybe he believes it.”

“And you don’t.”

Sam paused, her back to him, her hand stretched up, touching the container of formula. She exhaled slowly, put it on the counter, and turned to face him. “I told you I didn’t.”

“I know.” Jason leaned against the fridge. “But you were the only one in the room who didn’t. I think even Franco thinks the other guy is me.”

“Well, that’s because he’s been expecting you to kill him since the day those DNA tests came back,” Sam said. “Of course Sonny, Carly, and Elizabeth took this other guy’s side. You’re pushing them away. They refuse to believe you’d do that.”

He wanted to believe her. She looked like she was telling the truth—

But as she’d just reminded him, she was a former con artist who’d made a living convincing people to believe bullshit.

“When I checked my phone this morning,” Jason said, “I had requests for interviews—this is everywhere.”

“I know, it’s all over social media. My mom left me a message, asking me what we want to do.” She hesitated. “Jason, if Elizabeth is on this other’s guy’s side and it’s everywhere—you know that Jake probably knows about this by now.”

“Yeah, that thought occurred to me.”

“She might have already told him you’re not Jason.”

Would Elizabeth have done that? Maybe. Maybe if she was really convinced— “If she has,” he said carefully, “I’d like to think she’d tell him it wasn’t confirmed. That she might be leaning one way—”

“Do you really think she’s going to be that fair?” Sam demanded. “She’s never wanted Jake around me. You know that. She didn’t even give you custody in her will. The boys were supposed to go Audrey. God knows who they go to now—”

Jason made a face. “She wanted them to stay together—she explained that—”

“Bullshit. We’d take them all if we had to,” Sam retorted. “She didn’t want Jake around me. So, of course, she’s going to take the side of the guy who isn’t with me. If you and I weren’t together, who knows what she would have done.”

There was a logic to Sam’s words, but Jason couldn’t quite bring himself to believe Elizabeth was that cold-blooded. “Sam—”

“Anyway, it’s useless to think about what Elizabeth does with Jake right now. But when the truth comes out,” Sam said, “and you’re proven to be Jason, I think we need to revisit custody. It’s not fair that she gets total control, and you have to ask—”

“I don’t have to ask—” Jason’s mouth tightened. “Jake’s been through a lot this year. He needed stability and his brothers. He’s in therapy, and I see my son whenever I want. She’s never kept him from me. We’re not revisiting custody because Elizabeth believes this other guy. That was last night. Maybe she’s thinking differently this morning. We don’t even know if she’s talked to Jake. I mean, damn it, Sam, you didn’t have a single moment of doubt?”

She lifted her chin. “No—”

“I don’t believe you. He has my face, my voice, and enough knowledge of my life to sound like me. Hell, even I doubted who I was.”

“Jason—”

“Just tell me the truth,” he pressed.

She handed the bottle she’d made to Scout and shook her head. “No, I won’t admit to something that didn’t happen because you want to feel better. I know who you are. You are my husband, the father of my children, and the man I love.”

She didn’t add that she knew he was Jason Morgan, but he didn’t press her on it. He didn’t want to argue about this anymore.

When he said nothing, Sam lifted Scout into her arms. “I’m going to get the kids ready and head over to my mother’s. I want her to start putting together a statement or something. Not that we’ll issue it,” she added, “not unless you want to, but Mom wants to get ahead of things.”

“Fine.”

Sam left the kitchen, and Jason went back to his coffee. It was warm, bordering on chilled, and he scowled. He shoved it into the microwave to heat it up. He heard a knock on the door and Sam’s voice.

A few minutes later, Curtis Ashford strolled into the kitchen. “Hey, man. How’s your morning?”

Jason snorted. “Not as good as yesterday morning,” he muttered. He nodded at the coffee pot. “You want any?”

“Nah, I’m good.” Curtis squinted. “So, uh, Jordan thought it might be better if I stopped by to talk to you about setting up DNA tests or whatever. A friendly face. She’s calling the, um, other guy.”

“Okay.” Jason took a deep breath. “Okay. What’s the plan?”

“She says she wants to get the fingerprints, but the PCPD physical archives are a goddamn mess. Apparently, when they moved into the new building back in ’03 after that fire, they didn’t really worry about getting the physical records organized. It might take a few days to find the fingerprints file from that ’96 arrest. So she’s moving forward with at least establishing you and the other guy are related.”

“We probably are,” Jason admitted. He sat down at the table, gestured for Curtis to sit down. “Did Jordan tell you about the Heather Webber twin story?”

“Sort of. Heather is Franco’s mother? Where the crazy comes from?”

“Hard to say where his brand of insanity comes from,” Jason muttered. “And technically, Franco and I are related. We’re cousins. Heather was pregnant at the same time my biological mother, Susan Moore, was. Susan had me first, and then Heather had Franco. She left Franco with Betsy Frank, and then—”  Jason squinted. “She ended up not being able to go back, or Betsy disappeared with the kid. I can’t remember now. She’s also Steven Webber’s mother. Elizabeth’s half-brother.”

“Oh, man, this lady gets around.”

“She does.” Jason drank his coffee. “Anyway, when we thought Franco was dead back in 2012, Heather told Sam that he was actually my twin brother. That Susan Moore had twins, and Heather gave one of us to Betsy.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s insane? Who knows. That was the situation when I went into the water later that October. By the time I was back and found out who I was in 2015,” Jason continued, “Franco was back, exonerated of all charges and accountability, and was established as the son of Heather and Scott Baldwin—who, by the way, was married to Susan Moore at the time she was murdered. I just figured the twin story was a lie or that everyone had sorted it all out when I wasn’t around.”

“Then this guy shows up with your face, voice, and your life story saying he’s you,” Curtis said. “Which means the twin story doesn’t sound insane anymore.”

“No. It doesn’t. A DNA test is just going to prove that.”

“Well, that’s something to start with anyway. Jordan is arranging it with the hospital and also an outside lab,” he added, “in case you’re worried about tampering. Jordan also wants to do advanced DNA testing on Danny and Jake—it’ll give us paternity—”

“No.” Jason shook his head. “Not Danny. He’s—he’s afraid of needles and doctors after the cancer treatments. And I can’t—” He paused. “I don’t know if Elizabeth will want Jake to go through it after he was in the hospital for the accident and the Chimera—”

“Jordan is contacting her today. I get it, man. I do. No one wants to drag the kids into this, and I wish like hell there was another way, but those DNA tests come back fast these days. We can probably get a turn around by Wednesday. Don’t you want this over?”

“I do,” Jason said. “But not at the expense of my kids. Danny’s been through enough. And I don’t want Jake to know about this—”

“Jason—”

“But I’m sure he already does,” Jason said with a sigh. “It’s all over social media, and I know Cam was watching them last night. I think Joss was supposed to be over there. They know. So, look, he’s ten. If he’s okay with it, and Elizabeth is okay with it—fine.”

Webber Home: Cameron’s Bedroom

Cameron was hunched over his desk, grimacing at his notes on cellular respiration, wishing he could draw like his brother or mother. Every time he tried to draw a cell in his notebook, it looked like insanely stupid squiggles. His childhood talent for origami hadn’t translated well to pencil and paper.

His phone lit up with a text from Emma Scorpio-Drake, and he stared at it for a moment. He’d avoided talking to Joss, Oscar, or Trina that morning. He didn’t know what to say to them. They didn’t know about the scene at his house last night, and Cameron didn’t really want to get into it.

He didn’t even know how he felt about it. He’d been terrified for himself, for his brothers—then for his mother. It had worked out, but he’d had a nightmare last night that she hadn’t made it to the safe, that Franco had taken that bat and—

He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaled carefully. It didn’t happen. She was okay, and Franco was gone. His mom knew she’d been wrong, that she’d made a mistake, and that was what mattered.

Cameron picked up the phone and read Emma’s text.

hey u. mom is freaking out, dad says ur mom isnt calling him. call me. im worried.

Maybe he could tell Emma. She was three thousand miles away in Berkeley — and she wasn’t that close to Joss. She didn’t know Oscar, and if he asked her not to say anything to Trina, she’d listen.

“You actually called!” she said with a beaming smile as their Facetime call connected. “What’s going on? What’s the deal? Why isn’t your mom taking Dad’s calls? You know he worries—”

“Uh—” Cameron pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know where to start, Em. I guess maybe with the easy stuff. Mom is convinced the new guy is Jason, but you know, there was that Jake Doe stuff, so who knows. She’s gonna help figure things out. Um, there was some other stuff that happened last night. With Franco. That’s probably why she didn’t call your dad back.”

“We watched the videos. Dad enjoyed them, but Mom was worried about your mom and all of that.” Emma hesitated. “What happened?”

“There was…an incident,” Cameron said. “He came back while we were watching it, and Mom wasn’t here. We sort of—um, we got into it, and I don’t know—it was—Mom stopped it—”

“Stopped what?” Her voice sharpened. “Cameron.”

“He wanted the iPad to see the video—but I thought—if he sees the video, it’ll make it worse, and it’s just me and the kids. I don’t know if I can get them out of here or if they’re okay enough to run if I tell them to go—so I just—I stalled. I tried to keep it from him—but he pushed me, and we shoved each other—then he grabbed my shirt—” Cameron leaned back in his chair. “I’m okay, Em. My mom came back. You know that bat she keeps in the umbrella stand.”

“Yeah. Did she bash his brains in?”

“No, but she kept him off guard and got to the safe where she keeps a gun. Jason got it for her back when they were dating, and she got Franco to leave. I’m fine.”

“You keep saying that, but it’s not true. How can you be fine? An evil serial killer that your mother was dating went after you last night, and your mom had to threaten to shoot him. Like, it’s okay to be messed up about it, Cam.”

“I can’t—there’s no time for that,” Cameron said. “Okay? There’s all this crap happening with this Jason stuff. If this guy is Jason, then the other guy isn’t. Jake needs to handle that, so I need to be there. And Aiden’s going through crap with Charlotte, so I gotta handle that. And this other guy might be Oscar’s dad, so I gotta keep Joss under control with that because you know how she is—”

“Cameron.”

“And if I don’t keep it together, Mom will just feel worse, and I don’t want her to feel bad—”

“She should,” Emma snapped. “She’s the one who brought him home. Like, come on, Cam, you know I love Aunt Elizabeth, but she made this happen—”

“No, you don’t get it! You haven’t been here! You don’t know!” Cameron scowled. “It’s easy for you to say that crap. You’re off in California without a damn problem—”

“That’s not fair—”

“You don’t know what my mom’s been dealing with, okay? She needs me to be okay with this—”

“What about what you need, Cam?”

“What I need,” he said, carefully, “is for my family to be okay. If Jake, Aiden, and Mom are okay, I’ll be fine. I know you’re worried about me, but you don’t have to be. Mom handled it. She took my side, she didn’t even let him try to explain except to distract him—and she kicked him right out and got the security changed. It’d be worse if she were thinking about giving him another chance. It’s over. She made it over.”

“Franco might be gone, but that doesn’t mean it’s over. Cameron, please—did you tell Joss or Trina? Tell me you called Trina.”

“No. And I’m not going to. It’s done, Em. We’re moving onto the next crisis.”

“Okay,” Emma said slowly, but he could see she didn’t really believe him. It was more like she was dropping it because she knew she wouldn’t win. “So the next crisis is the Jason stuff.”

“Yeah, Mom thinks the Cassadines are back up to their crap, and she’s worried about Jake. This is too close to all that Nurse’s Ball stuff, you know? To what happened to Jake.”

“When will they know which one is which?”

“Don’t know. Sometime this week, I think. Mom didn’t really get into it.”

“Keep me in the loop, Cam. About it all. And if you need to talk to anyone, I’m always here.”

“I know. I’ll see you later.”

“See you later.”

Safe House: Front Porch

He hadn’t thought much about the house other than the fact it was there, and that almost no one would know about it. He knew it would establish some sort of credibility with Sonny, give him a leg to stand on if Sonny hadn’t believed him.

Jason hadn’t thought about why he’d bought the safe house or the last time he’d been there. Not until Elizabeth’s car pulled up at the curb and she stepped up to the front walk, stopping just before the steps that led up to the porch, and just stared at the house.

Then he did remember. He’d found this house and brought Elizabeth here so they could start making decisions about security together.

He wondered if she’d ever made it to Italy.

Jason pushed open the front door and stepped out to greet her. “Uh, hey.”

“Hey.”  Elizabeth exhaled slowly, staring at him as he came down the steps to stand next to her on the walk and she continued to stare at him. “I’m sorry. I think—I think maybe I had let myself think that I was wrong. Or that I hadn’t—I don’t know.” She put her hands into the pockets of her coat. “But you’re standing in front of me, and it’s so clearly you—God—” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, frowning slightly. He gestured for her to go up the stairs, but she didn’t move. “Elizabeth—”

“I don’t know. For not knowing you were out there? For not seeing that he wasn’t you? For thinking he was for a minute?” She bit her lip. “For a thousand things, maybe.”

“I don’t blame any of you—”

“You should,” she insisted. “You should blame us for not knowing and for not coming to find you, okay? Because I blame me. And I’m sure Sonny does.” She shook her head. “Never mind. Never mind. That’s not important. Um, I know I’m early. Sonny said we were meeting around one, but—”

“It’s fine. I wanted to talk to you about Jake. I want to know everything. How he came home, how is he, what’s his favorite color—” Every minute of every day of Jake’s life since he’d been home if that was even possible.

“Yeah. Yeah, anything. All of it. I could talk about him for hours, but there’s—” She took a breath. “We should go in, I guess.” She turned back to look at the house. “You kept the house.”

“I—I didn’t think about it,” he admitted as she finally went upstairs, following him to the front door, and over the threshold. “It’s not even in my name, but in one of the holding companies for the warehouse. And since we never—”

He almost said, We never used it, but then she turned to look at him, standing just behind the sofa, looking nearly as she had nine years earlier when she’d stood in this room and they’d talked about what life would be like when they came home from Italy. She’d begged him to let her in, and he’d promised things would be different. Just another of his broken promises.

And then they’d gone upstairs.

They had definitely used the house that day.

“It’s fine. It’s weird,” Elizabeth admitted, “but it’s fine.” She stripped off her coat and tossed it over the back of the sofa. “Um, look, that aside, I don’t want to put anything on your plate that you need to worry about. You’ve got so much going on, and I want to help. I am going to help as much you and Sonny let me—” she added, “which I know won’t be much.  But, first, something happened last night that you need to know about because it concerns Jake, and I want you to be part of his life.”

“Okay.” He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “What’s up?”

“God, I hate this,” she muttered. “You just came home, and there’s all this other stuff, and here I am dumping more on you—”

“Elizabeth.”

She stopped and focused on him, their eyes meeting. He held her gaze for a moment before speaking again. “Sonny reminded me last night that it’s been five years since I went off that pier. It doesn’t feel that way to me. It barely feels like six months, even though I’ve been awake at least that long. I know there’s a lot I don’t know. I appreciate that no one wants to push too much at me, but if there’s something bothering you—if something is wrong with Jake—I want to know.” He paused. “I need to know.”

“Right. Well—long story short—I was dating Franco. He was living with me, and he got into a fight last night with Cameron in front of the boys. A physical fight,” Elizabeth added as Jason’s body tensed. “I got home just before—I don’t know. I grabbed a bat, distracted him long enough to get to a gun, and Franco left. But Jake and Aiden—they were there for part of it, they heard me fire a warning shot—then Sonny and Michael came over to change the security.”

“I—” Jason stared at her. Whatever he’d been expecting her to say, it wasn’t that. “Franco went after Cameron.”

“The fight at the Metro Court—it’s all over the internet, and Cameron—they were watching it. I guess Franco tried to take the tablet from him, and Cam didn’t give it to him—it’s—I’m not making excuses, okay, don’t—” she began when Jason narrowed his eyes. “It’s not like it was with Lucky. Or Ewan,” she muttered. “Or Ric.”

“Okay. Then—”

“If Cameron hadn’t been in the room, if the boys hadn’t been in the house, I would have killed him,” Elizabeth told him. “I promise you that much. And we’re not getting into the insanity of me dating him in the first place—”

“No, but I’d like to come back to that at some point so someone can explain to me why he’s alive, much less why he was in your life. Or Carly’s,” he added. He paused. “I have questions.”

“I know. And I’ll answer them. But for now—I just—this happened in front of Jake. Because of the fight last night, and I’m just—I’m trying—”

“Is Cameron okay?” Jason demanded. “Was he hurt?”

“Oh.” She blinked at him. “No, I don’t—he wasn’t. Not physically. I know he was scared, but he’s not ready to talk about it. He’s going to ignore it and pretend all of us matter more. It’s what he always does. He takes care of his brothers. His first thought was for them, to make sure they were okay. He’s home with them now, trying to keep Jake distracted from all of us this until I can figure out how to talk to him about it.”

She paused. “But no, I don’t think he’s okay. And it’s my fault. I know it’s my fault—”

“I didn’t mean—” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I just—it’s hard for me to remember Cameron is fifteen now.”

“I’ve been here every day and it’s hard for me, too. Thank you. For asking about him. It makes me sick that I put him through that. I’ll never forgive myself for it.”

“Elizabeth—”

She shook her head. “Don’t. Don’t say something that makes it okay. Felix tried it, and I know he’s right. I know there’s a lot of things that led to last night, and there’s a lot of reasons I was in that situation, but at the end of the day, I am all Cameron has, and it’s on me to protect him. I didn’t do it.”

He wasn’t going to argue with her about it—he didn’t know the situation, but he knew her. She’d blame herself until she was sick from it. It was almost a relief to know there was something he could focus on that wasn’t the insanity of his situation. Elizabeth’s ability to believe the best in literally everyone except herself would never change.

“You fired a warning shot?” he asked. “Have you been practicing?”

“Actually, no,” Elizabeth said with a hesitant smile. “Not since the last time you took me to the range. I didn’t even know if I’d remember. But I got the bat you gave me back when I got kidnapped—I keep it in the umbrella stand by the door,” she added, “but with the boys in the house, I knew it wouldn’t work.”

“No, the bat is just for you take the guy out at the knees and make a run for it.”

“Exactly, but I remembered how to open the safe.” Her eyes lit up. “You made me do it over and over again, remember? I did it faster than you did, though. It had to be, I guess, or maybe it just felt that way. And then when I shot at his feet—”

“Probably shouldn’t do that,” Jason said with wince. “The bullet could have ricocheted.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, I didn’t think about that. It’s just in my floor now. Sonny said he’d get someone to come over and help take care of it.”

“I knew he was up to something last night,” Jason muttered. “Taking Michael on security calls. I knew that was bullshit.” He paused. “No more warning shots. Just aim for the chest next time.”

“I’m not planning on there being next time,” Elizabeth said, wrinkling her nose, “so maybe I’ll just focus on making better choices.” She sighed. “That’d be a first.”

“Elizabeth—”

“Never mind. We don’t have a lot of time before Sonny and the others get here, and—” She reached for the bag she’d set on the ground when she came in. “I brought photos of Jake. I thought you might want to see them.”

“Yeah.” Jason nodded, relieved to focus on anything else. “I absolutely do.”