December 16, 2014

This is a snippet from the first chapter of All We Are, a story set in fall 2006. It begins around the time Elizabeth tells Jason he may be the father of her child, but before Ric ramps up his plan to go after them. Only Sonny knows about the paternity.


 

When she opened the door to the conference room, a chill slid down her spine. Epiphany Johnson sat there with an annoyed look on her face—but sitting next to her was Ric Lansing with a smirk.

God.

“Um, what can I do for you guys?” Elizabeth asked, stepping over the threshold.

“You’d better close the door, Elizabeth.” Ric leaned back in his chair. ‘You don’t want anyone to overhear.”

“Shut up,” Epiphany shot back. “You’re here as a courtesy. I do not have to allow you to harass my nurse on my watch. Elizabeth, before we start this, I think you should call a lawyer.”

Elizabeth shut the door and leaned against it. “I—I don’t think….why do I need a lawyer?”

She didn’t even have a lawyer.

“Elizabeth, the board has voted to suspend you indefinitely without pay,” Epiphany said bluntly. “The DA here has informed them you’re under suspicion for theft and distribution of narcotics.”

Elizabeth just stared at her. Those words—they made sense. But they couldn’t. Because how was any of this possible? “I—” Blindly, she reached out for the chair and dragged it out so she could sit before her knees gave out.

“I fought it, honey, but they weren’t interested.” Epiphany leaned forward. “Call a lawyer—”

“Elizabeth can trust me to watch out for her interests,” Ric said coolly. “While the DA’s office is pursuing the charges, Nurse Johnson, I am not a vindicative man. I believe Elizabeth made a mistake. I’d like to make it go away.”

“I’ll bet you do.” Epiphany rose to her feet. “You don’t say a word to this scum, Elizabeth. You get yourself a lawyer and keep your mouth shut.”

“It’s time for you to leave, Nurse Johnson,” Ric said. “Elizabeth and I will discuss her options.”

This entry is part 4 of 9 in the All I Want For Christmas

Everybody needs a little lovin’
Around Christmas time
Somehow you got to know you’re going to be all right
Do you really remember how it used to be
Sitting under the Christmas tree
In your heart you’ll
Find the season

Christmas Time, Hanson


December 9

The Loft: Living Room

Elizabeth set the bottle of Yellow Tail on the kitchen island as Robin stirred a pot of spaghetti sauce. “It’s that kind of night.”

“I’ll get the glasses!” Nadine chirped already at the cabinet. “Yellow Tail is always the start of a sexy story.”

“Except that one time,” Robin said. “I had rug burns on my ass for a week.”

Elizabeth snorted as she twisted off the top of the bottle to begin pouring. “Yeah, but that story started as a sexy story. Your problem was not also setting out the Moscato so we’d expect the twist.” She pursed her lips. “Is that solicitation charge still on your record?”

“Ha.” Robin sipped her win. “So, you’ve been smooching the CFO for almost a week now. I take it that you had liftoff today?”

Elizabeth wiggled her brows. “Chair sex is probably going to rank very high on my list of best locations.” She kicked off her heels and sipped her wine.

“Yummy.” Nadine held her glass out for a quick toast. “Was it as good as last time?”

“Better.” Her smile deepened. “Because you know the good stuff already.” She hesitated. “But something weird happened first.”

“Weird?” Nadine twisted to their wine rack. “I think we’re out of the Moscato.”

“No, I mean, not the sex. That was all normal—fantastic kind of normal, but…his stepmother showed up before.” She shifted. “You guys have both lived here longer than I have. I know the basics of the situation, but I guess I never tried to think about the logistics.”

“Oh, why Jason is the middle child with a different last name?” Robin asked. “I mean, it’s common knowledge, but I think it’s, like, old common knowledge.” She looked at Nadine. “You’ve been here five years, do you know the story?”

“Not really. I just figured he was adopted.” She shrugged. “Or something. Why?” Nadine leaned forward. “Oh, is it a sad story?”

“Depends on your perspective.” Robin tasted a bit of her sauce and then tossed in some cloves of garlic. “So, the gist is that Alan and Monica have been married forever but fidelity was kind of…touch and go. Alan has had some notorious affairs—with Lucy Coe, Bobbie Spencer, umm…” She pursed her lips. “I think there was some gossip about Felicia Jones at some point. Anyway. Monica has put up with it because she’s had her own spectacular affairs.”

“And Jason is the product of one of these affairs?” Elizabeth asked, swirling the wine in her glass. “Then why…”

“So, Susan Morgan,” Robin said, “worked at ELQ. Alan met her at a board meeting or so it goes, and it was a long-term affair. Jason born during that, and no one was really the wiser for almost another year. Until Susan died of cancer. Alan came clean to Monica, and they took him in. Monica’s stipulation was that she had no intention of adopting him and did not want him to change Jason’s name.”

“That is cold,” Nadine murmured. “I mean, seriously icy. Who blames a kid for their beginnings?”

“You’d be surprised.” Robin shrugged. “I mean, it was mostly not an issue. AJ took to him immediately, and Emily grew up not really thinking about it. The Quartermaines at large accepted him. It’s really just Monica who held him out to be different, not really part of her family.” She filled a pot of water and set it to boil on the stove. “What did she want?”

“To remind him of the usual arrangements around the hospital parties.” Elizabeth leaned forward. “I mean, is it like she sees that as her territory and doesn’t want him around?”

“Basically. I mean, I guess for Monica, it’s a matter of constantly being reminded of Alan’s infidelities. They can ignore it, and God knows if he has other kids out there.” Robin shrugged. “But Jason is public proof to the rest of the world. She agreed to raise him but never agreed to like it. I’ve never seen him at the parties—and I grew up going to the GH party. He never even came when we were kids.”

“What a witch.” Nadine gulped down a third of her glass. “I mean, what the frickin’ hell. Holding this crap against him for more than thirty years. People serve less time for murder.”

“I just…I felt bad about it.” Elizabeth refilled her glass. “But I’m not surprised he didn’t want to talk about it.”

“I figure Jason mostly lets it roll off him because he’s got his family. He was probably just embarrassed it happened in front of you.” Robin tore open a package of tortellini. “I mean, you’ve been dating five minutes. No one wants to tell their deep dark family issues that soon.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Or ever.”

“It makes me want to cuddle him,” Nadine said. She sighed. “And then punch his mother.”

Elizabeth eyed their blond roommate. “How much of this has she had? I just opened the bottle.”

“Oh, she and I were finishing off the Elsa Bianchi we opened last night.” Robin also glanced at Nadine who just blinked at them. “Anyway. Things are okay other than that?”

“He asked me to be his date for the ELQ parties.” Elizabeth finished her second glass of wine in a hasty gulp. “Mostly, I’m not freaking out about it.”

“Mostly,” Robin repeated. “And the restly?”

“That’s not even a word.” Elizabeth sighed and decided a third glass was in order. “I don’t know. I’ve been charity events for ELQ before, but Emily was in charge. So I got to borrow a pretty dress from Kate Howard and run interference while she schmoozed. And now I have to do both while on the arm of the CFO.” She scowled. “So I’ll have to pick out a hair style that hides my ear piece.”

“Why don’t you shove Kiki into a dress and give her your job?” Nadine asked. “I mean, why not enjoy yourself?”

“Because it’s temporary. And Kiki’s not ready to handle something like this.” Elizabeth perched on a stool next to the island. “But…it’s just….it feels like a lot of pressure really fast. I mean, I’ve been planning parties for high society for years. Three years in New York with Ava before we moved up here two years ago.”

“A move we are continually grateful for.” Robin said, clinking glasses with Nadine. “Are you feeling like all eyes will be on you?”

“A little. People know I’m the party planner.” Elizabeth shifted. “The women at these parties will be wearing dresses they own—even had designed for them. With real diamonds and rubies and whatnot. I’m wearing borrowed dresses from Kate, and she might spring for some accessories. But how’s it going to look to people if I’m running off to put out a catering fire? Or deal with a snafu—”

“I’m telling you, it’s time for some on the job training for Kiki.” Nadine shrugged. “And so what if you do have to jet off to fix something? Do you think Jason doesn’t get it? He knows you’re planning the parties—”

“You’re thinking of all the people who are going to be looking at you and Jason and thinking…one of these things doesn’t fit,” Robin said.

“And it sounds so freaking stupid, doesn’t it?” Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I know Jason doesn’t care. Now. But maybe he will. I don’t know. It’s all annoying.”

“I think,” Nadine began, precariously waving her half-filled glass in the air. “That you’re making a lot of stuff and nonsense out of bullpuckey.”

“I actually understood that,” Elizabeth said, biting back her laughter as Robin tugged the glass from Nadine’s hand and tipped the blonde into a chair by the dining table. “I actually agree with her. But knowing that and living it?”

“Two totally different things.” Robin raised her glass and clinked it with hers. “Still, you went out and bought Yellow Tail, so you must have felt okay about it later.”

“Well,” Elizabeth said, “the sex was pretty great.”

Harborview Towers: Jason Morgan’s Penthouse

Jason scowled over the paperwork and contracts that had prevented him from inviting Elizabeth over for an intimate dinner and an encore of that morning’s events.

If he could just get this stuff done tonight, he could keep his nights clear for a few weeks. Just enough time to romance Elizabeth properly—he hated that they’d been forced to spend most of their time in his office or catching a quick drink at the Port Charles Grille across the street.

It was not the way he’d intended to pursue her.

The door pushed open and AJ entered. “Am I interrupting, little brother?”

“No, and don’t call me that.” Jason shoved a contract back. “My eyes are going to cross.”

AJ sat next to him on the sofa, bypassing his usual visit to the mini bar. “I thought I might find the delectable Ms. Webber here.”

“Then why didn’t you knock?” Jason asked, reaching for his beer.

“Eh, you would have locked your door.” AJ shifted on the sofa. “Ah, so, there was some gossip today. About you.”

Jason choked slightly on his beer and looked at him. “Wait, what kind of gossip?” Had someone heard them? Had Elizabeth’s assistant said something? He damn well knew Spinelli would keep his mouth shut.

“That my mother was on the premises.” His brother sighed. “She didn’t come to see me, which means she likely came to harass you.”

Jason shook his head and rose from the sofa. “So? It wasn’t much.”

“I’m….just—I’m sorry—”

“Why?” Jason turned. “Look, she just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to contaminate her precious hospital party. I haven’t gone since I was six years old, I’m not likely to start now just because I’m helping plan it.”

“She’s just…” AJ shrugged, but Jason figured his brother was out of excuses.

“She doesn’t care for me, AJ. I get it. I just…” Jason glanced down at his bottle. “Elizabeth was there. And I should have made her leave. I just…didn’t think Monica would say anything in front of her.”

“Ha. Never underestimate my mother.” AJ stood. “What did Elizabeth have to say about the whole thing?”

“Nothing. She asked a question, I deflected her.” He shrugged. “She dropped it. I’m not talking about Monica with her.”

“I get it.” AJ did cross to the bar this time. “Not something you want to bring up with the office girlfriend.”

Don’t call her that,” Jason said. “That’s what you and Ned call your girlfriends. It’s what Dad always…” He glanced away. “I’m tired of that Quartermaine term.”

“Sorry.” AJ hesitated. “But I mean, it’s always meant the same thing. I know Elizabeth is beautiful and charming, but it’s not like you’ve gone out of your way to treat her differently. You’re not exactly wining and dining her.”

“Because of this damned paperwork and the meetings—because we both have jobs to do—” But the excuses felt hollow. Jason had an entire department under him that could have handled some of these things, but he’d always elected to take on the extra work.

To work harder at being a Quartermaine than the rest of them.

He shook his head. “I’m taking her to the ELQ parties. That will make it clear enough, don’t you think?”

AJ nodded, sipping his vodka. “I suppose, if you want to toss her to the wolves, but she was going to be there anyway.”

“But she’ll walk in on my arm and go home with me,” Jason said.

“Fine, fine.” AJ hesitated. “All three parties? Because you know, that’s lot of pressure for a woman who’s…not…” He shifted, slid his hand in his pocket. “Not like us.”

“Don’t start that shit.” Jason scowled. “You don’t even give a damn about that—”

“Not really,” AJ admitted, “but there’s something to it. Look, we’re from different places in society, okay? We just are. We grew up with more money, more opportunities. There’s a reason my marriage to Carly didn’t work out.”

“Other than the fact she was batshit insane?” Jason retorted. “So? She grew up in the trailer park. What about it? I don’t even know Elizabeth’s background, I just know it doesn’t matter—”

“And Ned married outside the circle three times. They were all nice enough, but mostly looking to marry up. Being expected to live the life of a Quartermaine? It’s a fucking lot of pressure even when you’re born into it. I’m just saying that Elizabeth is gonna get blowback from people who have nothing better than to do.”

Jason shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I want her with me. I’m not going to pretend we’re getting married or that we’re even remotely that serious, but I’m not going to take another woman or go alone to these parties when I want to be with her. It’d be a lie.”

AJ held up his hands. “Look, I’m just saying—”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re always just saying.” Jason chugged the rest of his beer.

“I like Elizabeth, Jason. But in the decade since you started at ELQ? You’ve never brought a woman you’re seeing to ELQ benefits. Even when they worked for the company. There are actually people who sit around and think of nothing else except the gossip that goes on in society. Elizabeth is going to be gossip.” He finished his vodka. “I just hope you’re prepared for that.”

December 15, 2014

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the About Crimson Glass

At one point in my life, I had a tendency to create a new banner every few chapters for my stories. I Shall Believe alone has about six or seven banners. Because I only use one on the story pages, most of the older banners never come up for air and were generally used when I posted them on message boards.

But I feel like they should gather dust in my website folder, so here we are: Banner Retrospectives. A look back at all my banners and how far I’ve come as a graphic artist.

I Shall Believe

believe

This is the one banner not created by me. Lerdo was a fantastic graphics artist back in 2003-08.

believe

This was my attempt to combine all the women along with their main story counterparts. To my knowledge, Sage never shared screentime with Lucas which I thought was kind of annoying. He was ready made for a love interest and he didn’t really need to complicate the Dillon/Georgie storyline.

believe_liason

I don’t like this banner. Not even a little bit.

believe_carly believe_lizbelieve_sage believe_sagemax
 This was part of the same graphics package, with the same lyrics and the same design. I made the Sage banner first, but never made one for Courtney that I liked or kept apparently. The Sage/Maxie one doesn’t really fit in, but it uses the same font so I must have made it at the same time.

carly01 courtney01  liz01 sage01
So these four are clearly part of the same graphics package, as a way to highlight all four characters. Eileen Boylan played Sage for such a short time that I was incredibly limited in the amount of screencaps that were available for her.

group01And this was a combination of all the characters.

 

Why didn’t I use any of these banners during the second posting? Well, I’ve decided since I’ll be working on a sequel some point where I’m using Laura Wright and Ryan Carnes rather than Tamara Braun and CJ Thomason, none of these worked. But I think I like the second set of the four women graphics the best.

Shadows

shadows

shadows

shadows0

shadows01

shadows02

 

 

So of the Shadows banners, I like the last two the best. I didn’t use them for the rewrite because I aged Michael and shifted the storyline quite dramatically, so it didn’t make a lot of sense to use them. Plus, the earlier banners reflected my choices before I became comfortable with Adobe Photoshop.

Daughters

daughters (2)

daughters (3)

daughters (4)

daughters

daughters

daughters2

 

With the exception of the second to last banner which used Amber Tamblyn as Emily rather than Natalia Livingston, all of these banners were fine. I decided to go with the third banner because I wanted to start brushing up on Photoshop, but my Daughter series are the few banners I like as a group.

Unused Banners

bannerchallenge

There was once a challenge at The Canvas called The Banner Challenge in which you had to write a story based on the characters in the banner. This was my contribution. I’m not sure who received this challenge, so I don’t know what happened to it. I know I also received a banner and wrote a story, but I have no idea which one it was.

bestthing

A banner for the original version of The Best Thing. Went unused because, ha, NONE of the characters save Elizabeth show up in the story.

black

fade

In 2003, there was a brief storyline where Lorenzo used a Lily lookalike to gaslight. Sonny. I contemplated doing a story set around this but it never went anywhere.

fall

I…have no idea what I was going to do here.

handmedown

I liked this song, I liked thse photos. I thought about doing a song fiction, but it kind of never happened.

scorned

I wrote a little bit of this story once set in 2004 when Sonny shut the door on Carly after finding her with Lorenzo and tried to keep her from Michael and Morgan. It was going to be something that sent her to AJ for help. I don’t know what happened to those files but it never went anywhere.

zero

 

I made a banner and titled a story without a concept and never did anything with it. I cannot bring myself to get rid of this banner since, ha, I really like it. I might still do something for it one day.

 

storyAnd that might be the weirdest title I’ve ever written for this site. Ha. So I finally finished gathering all the Graveyard stories into one Scrivener project for easy editing and posting. I plan to post a bunch of it on Mondays — smaller stories with fewer chapters and then some chapters from some of the longer abandoned stories.

For this week, we have both previous versions of Burn in Heaven. The first version is a prologue and four chapters, the second version is one completed prologue and a partial chapter one that cuts off halfway through a scene, haha. I talked a bit on each page about I stopped writing each version — the first, because I didn’t really like the way I had set it up, and the second became defunct once I rewrote Poisonous Dreams #2.

I also posted all of Secrets Kept, which is a prologue and three chapters. I allowed Cheri (romantic at heart) to continue writing this story, and if my memory serves me, Cheri wrote at least twenty chapters to this. I don’t know what happened to her board or any of her stories. I didn’t locate it in the old Liason Underground. If anyone knows if her version survives, please let me know! I’d love to post a link for you guys to continue reading.

I have several long stories that were rewritten halfway through the first version, including Aurora Dawning, Mad World, Tangle, Shadows, Poisonous Dreams #1, etc. So I’ll post a few chapters from each of those once a week until completed. None of the first versions of these stories were completed (the only completed story in the Fiction Graveyard section is Poisonous Dreams #2), but some have already been rewritten and others are on the schedule for next year. I do, however, have the rest of the outlines for those stories and will be posting them once all the chapters are up so you can get some closure.

So without further ado, here are your additions for this week:

Burn in Heaven #1 (Prologue – Chapter 4)
Burn in Heaven #2 (Prologue & Part of Chapter 1)
Secrets Kept (Prologue – Chapter 3)
Mad World (Chapter 1-3)

In site news, I upgraded the hardware as promised last week and I’ve already noticed a great difference in speed and functionality so I hope you sitenewsguys have as well. I’ve been working on cosmetic details — tidying up the story pages and the series pages.  I’m still planning on moving some of the stories under the Completed pages to Short Stories due to length and word count, but that’s a future development.

You might notice the new floating social links on individual post pages. I’m not thrilled with it and might swap it out for something else.

Also, the server move last week enabled me to go back to the updates mailing list that worked so well when I first opened the site. That list was powered by a WordPress plugin that utilized too much of my shared hosting resources. With my own private server, I can use it again. That being said, some of the emails might have been lost so I emailed all the registered users over the weekend. You can subscribe in the top right hand sidebar — make sure your email is on the list!

I hope to post All I Want For Christmas and The Best Thing on schedule this week, but they may be a day or so late. Over the weekend, I completed outlines for Burn in Heaven and Mad World, which I’m super happy about. I’m writing The Best Thing and All We Are, but I’m trying to settle on my next project once they’re both finished. Finishing those outlines helps me visualize both stories better in order to pick one. I’ll see how I feel once I finish the outline for These Small Hours.

This entry is part 3 of 23 in the Fiction Graveyard: Mad World #1

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

General Hospital: Pediatrics Ward

With the knowledge that Elizabeth would begin the preparations for the transplant that would take place in the morning, Ric managed to convince Alexis to go home and take a nap. Sonny told Jason he would make sure he’d get Sam home and if Jason could make sure Elizabeth had anything she needed, he would appreciate it.

Jason, however, was grateful for the opening his friend gave him to have a conversation with Elizabeth. When the hallway was clear, he stepped towards her. “Is there anything you need?”

She nodded and with a smile, she took his hand and led him into a utility closet. “I just wanted to be alone with you,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his wait and standing on her toes to kiss him. He buried his hands in her hair, threading his fingers through the silky strands. There was never enough time for this, could never be enough time to sate his thirst for her.

“Mmm, we really don’t have enough time for this,” Elizabeth laughed as his mouth trailed down her neck. “There are some things we need to talk about and with me going into surgery this afternoon, there’s not much time to work it out.”

“What things?” Jason pulled away a little.

“There’s Cameron for one. I’m not going to be in any position to take care of him for a few days at least and my grandmother’s out of town for a conference in Manhattan. Emily’s…she’s just in a whole other world right now.” Her eyes brightened. “But if Sam offered to take care of him–as sort of practice, why you’d have to help right?”

“Cameron for a few days?” Jason had to take a deep breath. “Really? We can pull this off?”

“It would be natural. Sonny told you to make sure I had everything I needed.” Elizabeth smiled up at him. “I can’t really imagine a better place for our son to be while I’m recuperating than with his father.”

Jason hesitated. “I think I might have to tell Sam. About Cam. And you.”

“If you trust her.” Elizabeth slowly moved away from him and crossed to the other side to create distance though there was little to be gained in the room. “This situation has always been your choice,” she murmured.

“What would you rather I do?” Jason asked, a little irritated. “Shout it from the rooftops that while I was engaged to be married, I had an affair with you? That I fathered a child and didn’t claim him until well after he was born?”

The words stung but she masked them and looked away. “Let me know about Cameron because I have to make arrangements soon.” She put her hand on the doorknob but his hand pressed against the door to keep it closed.

“I didn’t–I’m sorry, Elizabeth. I hate this. I hate pretending we mean nothing to each other. I hate that I have to hide how I feel about you, about Cameron. If I hadn’t screwed it all up in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“It wasn’t all your fault.” She sighed and fell into his arms again, trying to commit the feeling to memory. “First I walked out and then when we were so close to working it all out, I picked that stupid fight.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one who got married first.” He kissed the top of her forehead. “Give me an hour to talk to Sam at the most. And then I’ll pick up Cameron.” He paused. “I love you, Elizabeth, I want you to believe that.” He kissed her eyelids and brushed his mouth over hers. “I need you to believe that.”

“I do,” she replied. She deepened the kiss just for a moment. “We’d better go.”

General Hospital: Alexis’s Apartment

Alexis exited the bedroom, towel drying her hair and looking more rested after a brief nap and a shower. “That smells good,” she called to Ric in the kitchen.

“It’s just a couple of a sandwiches,” he replied, carrying a plate and a glass of water to the small table behind the couch. “Eat,” he directed.

Alexis sat and stared at him for a moment. “She’s going to be okay, isn’t she?” she asked quietly.

Ric covered her hand with his. “She’s going to be great. And when she’s home and she’s healthy again, we can talk about the future.”

“Future.” Alexis rubbed her fingers idly over his bare fourth finger. “We didn’t take time for a real wedding. Do you regret that?”

He lowered himself into a chair next to hers. “I don’t regret that we’re married. That we’re not going to doing a stupid dance around each other anymore or trying to deny what we both feel. I regret that Kristina couldn’t be there.” He picked her hand up and kissed her fingertips. “So when she’s home again, then we can do it right.”

“When she’s home again,” Alexis murmured. She leaned in and kissed him softly. “Go to work.”

“Work?” Ric shook his head. “No, I should go back to the hospital with you.”

“You’ve been at the hospital day and night for a few days. You can at least go and check in. You do want to be re-elected next year, don’t you?”

“Unless my wife wants to give me a run for my money.” Ric smiled and pointed to her plate. “I’ll go in if you eat.”

Alexis picked up the sandwich and bit into the sandwich with relish. “Go.”

General Hospital: Brooke Lynn’s Hospital Room

Lucas hesitantly knocked on Brook’s door, noting first that it was empty of visitors and second that Brooke looked worse than he’d thought she would.

She looked at him through empty eyes but managed a weak smile. “First line of attack?” she quipped.

Lucas smiled and held out the bouquet of daisies he’d hunted up. “Your favorites, right?”

“Mmm,” Brooke fumbled with her free hand to bring the bed up and Lucas took a seat. “Thanks.”

“Everyone wanted to come,” he said after a moment. “But no one…no one really knows what to say.”

“Yeah. I can imagine it’s really hard on them,” Brooke said, staring at the scratchy white hospital blanket.

“It is.” Lucas sighed and clasped his hands between his knees. “Brooke, this happened to us too. We love you. I’ve never seen Dillon look so upset or Georgie and Maxie so helpless. You’re our best friend, Brooke, and the last thing any of us want to do is hurt you.”

“I know.” Brooke glanced up at him. “They’re…they’re not telling me anything here. Have…they found him?”

Lucas reached over and took her free hand in his, pretending not to notice as she flinched at his touch. “They found him. He’s in custody now. There’s no way he’ll be able to get out of this.”

Port Charles Police Department: Interrogation Room

Mac sat down and stared Diego Sanchez for a few moments before flipping the file open. “Let’s just cut right to the chase here.”

“Let’s.” Diego leaned back and slung an arm over the back of the chair. “She wanted it.”

Blood boiled in the commissioner’s veins but he ignored it. “Brooke Lynn Ashton was found in the kitchen of Kelly’s Diner. She had a broken nose, broken arm, concussion, and a few bruised rips. Not to mention that she was raped. There’s no doubt about that.”

Diego snorted. “So she liked it rough.”

A muscle ticked in Mac’s jaw but that was the only emotion he showed. “You can give us a semen and blood sample or we can obtain a warrant for it. It’s your choice.”

Diego shrugged. “I don’t care. Her word against mine.”

Mac closed the file and stood. “The daughter of Ned Ashton, granddaughter of Tracy Quartermaine and great-granddaughter of Edward Quartermaine. Do you really want that to be your defense?”

Diego’s lips curved into a malicious smile. “You don’t know anything about me, do you Commissioner? I’ve got connections of my own. One phone call and I’m out of here.”

“Mm.” Mac ignored that and left the room.

Ric Lansing was conversing with Lucky Spencer and cut off the younger detective. “Mac, I just got caught up on the Sanchez case.”

“He’s a cocky son of a bitch,” Mac muttered, tossing the file on a desk. “Says Brooke wanted it Likes it rough. It just…it kills me knowing my girls thought of him as a friend. Felt sorry for him, Georgie did.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “How’s Kristina?”

“She’s getting her transplant tomorrow,” Ric answered. “We found a donor so Alexis told me to come in for a few hours.”

“Congratulations on the marriage.” Mac said after another moment. “Didn’t really see that coming.”

“Me neither,” Ric admitted. “But here we are. How is it looking evidence wise with Sanchez?”

“They recovered semen from Brooke, and scrapings under her fingernails from where she scratched the perp. Diego’s sporting some scratches on his face. It’s a pretty solid case and since he’s basically just making it his word against hers that it was consensual, I don’t see a problem.”

“Is Brooke…all right? Otherwise, I mean.”

“As all right as she can be considering she was brutally raped by someone she thought was her friend.”

Harborview Towers: Morgan Penthouse

“I am so glad that Elizabeth was a match,” Sam said, settling on the couch with an oversized bowl of ice cream. “I mean, I was totally willing but it’s just safer for everyone. Kristina’s not using an experimental treatment, I’m not inducing labor…” She grinned at the man she considered her best friend. “I think she’s an absolute angel.”

“Hmmm…” Jason sat in the arm chair adjacent to the couch. “She mentioned she’d need someone to look after Cameron for a few days. She’ll be in the hospital overnight and then somewhat weak for the next few days.”

Sam’s eyes lit up. “I could take care of him. I need the practice and you’re just incredible with babies, right? We could so take him. Did you tell her that?”

“I mentioned you…” Jason stopped and dragged his fingers through his hair. One lie too many. “Sam, there’s something we have to talk about.”

“Sounds serious.” Sam licked her spoon. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s…nothing’s wrong.” Jason stood and started to pace, a move that was so un Jason like that Sam stopped and stared. “There’s really no way to say this except to just say it. Cameron’s my son and Elizabeth and I are…we…” He didn’t know how to put it into words. Lovers? Together? Dating? In love?

Sam set the bowl down on the coffee table and laced her fingers together, unable to hide the surprise in her face. “If Cameron’s your son, then…”

“We had…we had a thing last fall. After her divorce to Ric and her accident, we were…we were working things out. We didn’t tell anyone because at first, it was just too…too much. It came out of nowhere, I was engaged, she was just getting out of a divorce. We weren’t even sure it wasn’t just…a distraction.”

“Mmmmm…” Sam sat back. “And yet, it’s a year later. You’re not married, she’s not married, but Cameron’s your son.”

“We had an argument after Courtney decided to set the date for the wedding. She accused me of using her to forget about Courtney and we–it just went from bad to worse. We ended it and…I married Courtney. I figured I had nothing left to lose.”

Sam snorted. “Men,” she muttered. “So, the baby?”

“For some reason, her doctors screwed up her due date and put it at late July. She assumed it was Zander’s baby because of the dates and after she married Ric, I guess we both figured we’d put the whole thing in the past.”

“But she found out Cameron wasn’t Zander’s.”

“Shortly before she left Ric, they readjusted her due date and the dates matched. But by the time she found out, I was married and I guess…she didn’t know what to do.”

“So she left Ric and left town to have the baby.” Sam leaned forward and propped her chin on her elbow. “But didn’t tell you.”

“I don’t blame her,” Jason said quickly. “It couldn’t have been an easy decision. And she came clean when she came home. But by then…” he trailed off.

“You were tied to me,” Sam murmured. “But everyone knows this isn’t your baby. Why didn’t you come forward?”

“At first, I didn’t think Elizabeth wanted me to. That she kept Cameron from me for the same reasons she had walked out two years ago.” Jason leaned against the desk. “But we finally…we really talked about it this time. Admitted mistakes and said things we probably should have years ago. In the end, we knew we wanted to be a family.” He exhaled slowly. “That was in July.”

“So what’s keeping you?” Sam asked softly.

“I have to protect her. I have to protect Cameron. I’m in no place to take on a family publicly. Do you know what Carly would do to Elizabeth?” Jason shook his head. “Elizabeth can handle herself, I know that. She shouldn’t have to. And…Sonny’s not real understanding about me having my own life lately. I didn’t really understand that until I was sneaking away to be with Elizabeth and Cameron. If I disappear for a little while, he gets angry and I just…I have to find a way for Sonny to accept that I get to have my own life and that I’m not willing to sacrifice my family for his anymore.”

“Elizabeth really is an incredible woman. I mean, she knows I live here, that you’re practically going to be a father to this baby and she just sits with her son wherever you’ve stashed her, waiting for you to give her the time of day.” Sam pursed her lips. “If I didn’t know Elizabeth, I’d think of a few other words people would describe her with.”

Jason scowled. “I know. And when it does come out, people will do the math and realize that Cameron was conceived while both of us were tied to other people. I don’t give a damn what people think but Elizabeth deserves better.”

“How often do you get to see them?” Sam asked quietly.

“I try to stop by once a day but sometimes a week will go by. Last night was the first night I’ve spent there in almost a month and I didn’t even get there until late.” Jason scrubbed his hands over his face. “I’m telling you this for a few reasons. One, you’re going to give birth any time now. You need to be able to get in touch with me at all times.”

Sam nodded. “Sounds reasonable. What are the others?”

“I think that Elizabeth is reaching the end of her patience,” he said after another moment. “She didn’t ask to be treated like some kind of…”

“Mistress?” Sam said dryly. “Concubine? Second wife? Hey, if we lived in China, you could so get away with this stuff.”

“I don’t think of her that way. She’s too important to me.” Jason sighed impatiently.

“I’m beginning to understand that.” Sam hoisted herself off the couch. “For months, you’ve been distracted. You’ve stared off into space and you’ve disappeared for hours at a time. I couldn’t for the life of me understand what was wrong. But now I do.” Her lips curved into a wry smile. “You went and got yourself a life. And from what it sounds like, it’s a good life. One you deserve.”

“I hope so,” Jason murmured. “Sam, you’re the only one who knows. No one else does. Not Emily, not Elizabeth’s family. No one else knows.”

“I’m not about to take out a newspaper announcement.” Sam fisted her hands on her hips. “I think that Elizabeth should recuperate here after her surgery so that she’s not too far away from her son. As for her reaching the end of her patience, we’ll work on that.” She bit her lip. “I know telling me was more of a necessity than anything else. But you really could have lied. Or gotten another cell phone and only given me the number. But you chose to tell me the truth and it means a lot to me that you trust me. I want to see you happy, Jason. I think out of everyone that I know, you deserve it the most.”

General Hospital: Surgery

Steven smiled as he watched a nurse administer the IV drop for his sister. “You ready to do this?”

Elizabeth nodded sleepily. “Yep.” She crooked her finger to motion him closer. When he leaned down, she whispered loudly, “I have got the cee-utest doctor.”

He laughed. “You’re amazing, little sister. Just close your eyes and go to sleep.”

Elizabeth nodded and followed his instructions. “Tell Cameron I love him,” she murmured. “And Jason…”

Steven frowned. “Tell Jason what?” he asked.

But Elizabeth had already fallen into a deep slumber. Steven reached for the long needle to begin the procedure.

This entry is part 2 of 23 in the Fiction Graveyard: Mad World #1

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

General Hospital: Pediatric Ward

A bitter argument with his wife had started Sonny’s day off badly. In the end, Carly had agreed to let Morgan be tested for the bone marrow transplant but she’d elected to stay home.

The morning continued as he continually tried to call Jason and received only his voicemail. A brief interrogation of Sam that morning revealed that Jason had not returned home the night before. He was worried more than he was irritated. It was not like Jason to go incommunicado.

He waited by the elevators, a few feet away from Kristina’s room where her mother and new stepfather were visiting with them. He had decided that until this crisis had passed, he would not bring up custody. Kristina did not need him throwing that word around and causing more stress for everyone involved.

But the moment she was recovered, Sonny would have to look deep inside himself and decide how to handle this situation.

The elevator doors slid open and Jason stepped out. “Has Morgan been tested?”

Sonny straightened and his worry slid into irritation. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.

Jason sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, wondering why he’d bothered to get out of bed that morning. He’d much rather have stayed with Elizabeth. Maybe given Cameron his breakfast and let himself live that pretense a little longer. He almost had but when he’d unearthed his cell phone and found five messages from Sonny, three from Carly, two from Emily and one from Sam, he had to leave the safe escape and return to the real world.

“I was out. I knew you weren’t bringing Morgan in until this morning and there was nothing else pressing so I took a little breather.” Jason’s eyes bore into his friend’s. “Or do I have to clear having my own life with you?”

Uneasy now, Sonny shook his head. “No. I was just a little worried that no one had seen you. It’s not like you to not leave at least Sam word where you’re going. She’s getting close to her due date.”

“I should have told Sam how to reach me,” Jason nodded. “But I have my own life, Sonny. My own priorities. Your family is not the most important thing to me. It can’t be.”

Sonny narrowed his eyes. “My family is your family, Jason,” he said slowly. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at.”

Neither was Jason except that he knew he couldn’t live like this much longer. Letting the world believe Cameron was Zander Smith’s son, that Elizabeth had to play the ex-wife role, pretending that he didn’t want that life. Maybe it was time to lay the foundation.

“I just want more time to myself,” Jason said after a moment. “I used to come and go as I wanted and now I feel like I have to check with you before I step foot out of my apartment.”

“I never meant to make you feel that way and maybe we do need to discuss some new boundaries. New limits.” Sonny shifted and looked back at Kristina’s hospital room. “I hope to God you never have to stand outside one of these rooms, hoping for news about one of your children.”

“Morgan’s not a match?” Jason asked.

Sonny sighed heavily. “He was tested this morning but Dr. Webber wasn’t hopeful.” He hesitated. “He had an alternative but I’m reluctant to even bring it up.”

“Well, what was it?” Jason asked.

“Sam’s umbilical cord. He says stem cells from that can be used as bone marrow and that she doesn’t even need to be a perfect match.” Sonny exhaled slowly. “But Sam’s not due until the end of the month and Kristina might not have that long to wait.”

“You would have to induce labor,” Jason said after a moment. “She’ll never go for that. She’ll want to help but not at the risk of her own child and I have to agree.”

“It’s not your decision to make,” Sonny remarked. “Sam and I will discuss it ourselves but I wanted to wait until after we knew one way or the other about Morgan.”

Port Charles Police Department: Squad Room

Courtney sat at one of the desks, tapping her foot. “I don’t know why I have to be here,” she said irritated. “I don’t know where he is, Mac.”

“Until we find him, I’m keeping someone on your loft and I don’t want any civilians there who might get hurt.” Mac turned back to the phone. “Hey, Ned, what’s Brooke’s condition?” He listened for a moment and turned away from Courtney so she couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“She can’t stop crying,” Ned said. “She’s just curled up and sobbing. Lois is beside herself and I don’t know what to do. The hospital suggested we bring in a psychiatrist but don’t you think it’s a little early for that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Mac hesitated. “I do know someone who would be a little better than a shrink. She went through it when she was just a little younger than Brooke and she’s managed to move on with her life. Can I put her in touch?”

Ned was silent for a moment. “Are you speaking about Elizabeth Webber?”

“I am. I think it would be beneficial for Brooke to have someone to talk to who went through it and maybe for her to see that one day, she will get past it.”

“I’ve known Elizabeth since she was a teenager,” Ned said after a long pause. “If she’d be willing to speak to Brooke, I’d allow it.”

“Good. Meanwhile, we’ve got officers scouring the city for Sanchez and there’s an APB out statewide. We’ll find him, Ned.”

General Hospital: Brooke Lynn’s Room

Ned entered the room to find Lois gone and Emily sitting in her place. “Lois went to get some coffee,” his cousin told him.

Ned nodded and perched on the windowsill. “How long has Brooke been asleep?”

Emily sighed. “The doctors came in and sedated her again. Have they found…”

“No, not yet. But Mac had a suggestion. Instead of calling in a psychiatrist, he suggested Elizabeth.”

Emily smiled weakly before looking back at Brooke. “I think that would be a great idea.”

“Would you call her?” Ned asked. “I don’t think I could say the words out loud.”

Emily stood and moved towards the door. “I’ll call her. Ned, this is going to be okay. We have to believe that.”

Ned stared at his bruised and broken daughter. “I don’t have to believe anything now.”

Jones House: Georgie’s Room

“I will never understand calculus,” Maxie Jones snarled. She tossed her pencil away and sighed. “Why do I have to be subjected to this?”

“I think the teachers enjoy torture,” her sister remarked. She straightened. “Did you hear that?”

Maxie frowned. “What?”

Their cousin Lucas Jones straightened. “Sounded like it was outside your window.”

Georgie rolled her eyes and moved towards the window, yanking it up. “Honestly, Dillon.”

Dillon Quartermaine climbed soberly into the room and clasped his hands behind his back. “I’m sorry.”

“Why weren’t you in school?” Georgie asked, concerned. “Aren’t you feeling well?”

“I’m fine.” Dillon hesitated. “Something happened last night, guys. Something bad.”

Lucas slowly stood from his seat on the floor and shook his head. “Brooke wasn’t in school either.” He stepped forward. “Dillon…”

“Diego attacked her last night,” Dillon revealed flatly.

Maxie gasped and sprang to her feet and Georgie shook her head, not comprehending. “What do you mean attack?”

“He raped her and she’s got some injuries.” Dillon sighed and looked at the floor. “A few bruised ribs, a broken nose, a concussion and a broken arm.”

“No, Diego couldn’t…” Maxie couldn’t finish her defense of the boy they knew so little about. Her eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Jesus. Have they arrested him yet?”

“No. They can’t find him and Courtney doesn’t know where he is.” Dillon moved away from his girlfriend and sat on her bed. “I haven’t been to the hospital yet.”

Lucas blinked. “How…how could anyone hurt Brooke?” he dragged his fingers through his blonde hair. “This just isn’t happening.”

“Ned and Lois haven’t left the hospital since last night. Emily came today and everyone else has been checking in and out but they don’t know her like I do. Like any of us do,” Dillon clarified. “She’s my best friend.”

Georgie sat next to him and wound her arm through his, resting her chin on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Dillon. This is just…there are no words to say how much this really sucks.”

“That covers it though.” Dillon’s voice caught. “This really sucks.”

“What should we do?” Maxie asked helplessly. She wrung her hands. “I mean, she’s not sick and I just…I couldn’t begin to know what we’re supposed to do.”

“We can’t pretend it didn’t happen,” Lucas murmured. “But I–I don’t know what to think.” His eyes burned with anger. “But if I ever get my hands on that son of a bitch…”

“You’ll have to stand in line.” Dillon kissed the top of Georgie’s head. “Ned’s already got the family lawyers ready to sue Social Services. Claming that they put his daughter in danger when they placed Diego with Courtney.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, who would give her a kid?” Georgie said logically. “She’s a single woman in an apartment that doesn’t even have a closed bedroom. She’s divorced from a reputed mob enforcer, she’s the sister of a mob kingpin. She’s been on drugs, she’s been accused of a hit and run, she’s been a stripper. The list really doesn’t end. Your brother has an excellent case.”

“When you put it like that, how did she get picked as a foster mother?” Maxie asked. “Because she’s run a foundation for six months? It’s bullshit. They should sue her too.” Maxie flopped on the bed. “But all the suing in the world won’t change what happened to Brooke.”

General Hospital: Conference Room

Steven spread Kristina’s case file in front of him and looked at Alexis, Ric, and Sonny seated across from him. “Morgan is not a match.”

Alexis’s shoulders slumped and she looked down at her hands. “What’s next?”

“We’re still searching the donor registry but the truth of the matter is that the disease is spreading fast. Kristina is very small and the antibiotics we have her on won’t hold it off much longer. We need to decide on a treatment and we need to decide now.”

“I’m having Sam brought to the hospital,” Sonny said carefully. “I would like you to talk to her. To explain the procedure, the risks–and the benefits. I think if she hears it from a doctor, she might be willing to consider it more than she would from me.”

“But if she doesn’t,” Alexis said. “If she doesn’t agree, then what?”

Steven sighed. “Has every single relative been tested? Is there no else?”

Sonny hesitated for a moment, searching his mind. “My father, my sister, Morgan…I can’t think of anyone else.”

“I’ve been tested, Ric’s been tested, Nikolas. I can’t think of anyone else either,” Alexis said mournfully.

“We’d test cousins at this point. Anyone who might be related even a little is a remote possibility of being a match.”

“Well, Helena’s dead,” Alexis rubbed her eyes. “The Cassadine family is pretty much out. My sister died two years ago.”

“Michael’s not my biological son,” Sonny offered. “I suppose…” He hesitated. “When you told me that I wasn’t a donor, you seemed a little surprised.”

“Well, your blood type matched Kristina’s and you have a rare blood type,” Steven replied. “Generally, it would have been ideal for you to have matched her bone marrow.”

“So, someone with the same blood type…” Sonny blinked and sat back. “Four years ago, I was shot and I needed a blood transfusion.”

Alexis’s mouth went dry. “Elizabeth. She has Sonny’s blood type. She saved your life.”

“Could she be tested?” Ric demanded, leaning forward.

Steven sat back, a little thrown by this news. “She could. She could very well be tested. I’ll contact her and tell her to come in. I’m sure she’ll agree.”

“She’s a good person,” Sonny said after a moment. “She’d help anyone. No matter who they are.”

Steven nodded. “You’re right. But I think we’re lucky it’s a small child and not an axe murderer.” He stood and gathered the file. “I’ll call her right now.”

General Hospital: Pediatrics Ward

“As long as there’s no risk to the baby,” Sam began, looking at Jason out of the corner of her eye, “I think I will agree.”

Jason leaned against the wall across from Kristina’s room. “Don’t feel like you’re forced into it.”

“If it were my child in there, if my child were at risk, I’d move heaven and earth to save her,” Sam murmured. She rested her hand on her belly. “How can I blame Alexis for wanting the same thing?”

Jason thought about Cameron, the way he’d slept that morning when Jason had looked in on him before leaving. Such a contented little boy, with everything he could want. He didn’t really realize that his father was never around. It would take a few years before Jason’s unintentional neglect would set in but he would be damned if it got that far.

“You look like you’re contemplating the problems of the entire world,” Sam said softly. “Does this have to do with why you didn’t come home last night?”

Jason didn’t answer her. Home wasn’t the penthouse. It hadn’t been the penthouse in years. Home was the small cottage on the edge of town where his son lived, where the only woman who’d ever truly understood him–every really loved him–lived. The penthouse was a temporary place. He’d been home last night.

“Jason, you can trust me,” Sam said. “I hope you know that.”

“I do know that,” Jason said after a moment. And he knew that the closer her due date drew, the more likely he’d have to confide in her–at least partly. She counted on him, needed him to be there. She would need to know how to get in touch with him at all times and other than telling her, the only solution was to not visit Elizabeth for the next few weeks. That wasn’t a possibility.

But before he could make up his mind to tell her anything, Alexis, Sonny and Ric emerged from a nearby door with Steven Webber. Ric shook Steven’s hand and the doctor walked in the opposite direction.

“Hey,” Sam said to the three of them. She took a few steps forward. “I thought I was coming here to talk to Dr. Webber.”

“You might not have to,” Alexis said, wrapping her arms around her and managing the first genuine smile in days. “We found another possible donor.”

“Yeah?” Sam smiled. “That’s incredible. But I thought all the relatives had been tested.”

“They have. But my blood type is the same as Kristina’s,” Sonny explained. “Which is why it was odd that I didn’t match, seeing as how people of our rare blood type usually do.”

“So, someone else with your blood type,” Jason said. “Who?”

“Elizabeth,” Ric said. “Apparently she donated blood to Sonny once and since she’s a match, her brother’s calling her now to get her tested.”

Sam closed her eyes. “I hope you don’t mind if I pray for her to be a match for simply selfish reasons. I was willing to induce labor but I’ll be glad if I don’t have to.”

“It means a lot that you would have been willing.” Alexis clasped Sam’s hands in her own. “A lot.”

Port Charles Police Department: Squad Room

Courtney tapped her foot and stared at the cell phone. Six phone calls to her brother. No word. Four to Jason. Nothing. Surprisingly, two to Jax and no response from him either.

“Am I under arrest?” she snipped.

Lucky Spencer glanced up and tapped Brooke’s file against his hand. “You want to be? You refuse to say any thing about Diego, no hint about his whereabouts, where he hangs out. Nothing. We can arrest you for obstruction of justice.”

Courtney stood. “Then you’re going to have to do that, but I’m going home–”

“No, no you’re not,” Ned strode into the squad room, his eyes ignited for fury. “I just had a call from Mac who’s returning to Port Charles now from the road. Diego was halfway to Buffalo in your car, Courtney.”

“My car?” Courtney wiped her hands on her jeans. “He stole my car?”

“And your credit cards. And a lot of money.” Ned looked at Lucky. “Facilitation of a fugitive is still a crime, isn’t it?”

Panic licked at Courtney throat. “I d-didn’t know.”

“You have a history of lying to the police,” Lucky set Brooke’s file down. “Remember a certain hit and run last year?”

Courtney blinked a few times in rapid succession. “I was only accused. I wasn’t charged.”

“Because someone conveniently came forward and admitted to it. Someone who worked for Lorenzo Alcazar. Who was in love with Carly. Who would do anything for Carly.” Lucky smirked and looked at Ned. “But we all know who nearly blinded Elizabeth for life.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“If you helped Diego try to escape prosecution for raping and brutalizing my daughter, I will see that you pay for it,” Ned threatened.

Lucky’s desk phone rang and he moved to answer it. When he hung up, he looked at Ned. “Mac’s a few minutes away. He doesn’t want you here when Diego gets here. He doesn’t want you to do–”

“What that animal deserves?” Ned said viciously. “He raped my daughter, Lucky–”

“No one understands what you’re going through better than I do.” Lucky moved closer and lowered his voice so Courtney couldn’t hear. “I pulled Elizabeth out of those bushes and watched her fight her way back to living her own life. She had to accept that she might never know the identity of the man who stole that innocence from her and when they did find him, she had to accept that he could not be prosecuted. I know how helpless you feel right now and that the thought of that monster coming anywhere near Brooke again…I know what it feels like to want to kill someone who hurts someone you love. But you have to step back, Ned.”

Ned swallowed hard. “I want to know everything as it happens. Do I have your word?”

“You have my word.” He looked at Courtney. “If you’ll excuse me, I have an arrest to make.”

As he started towards her, the blonde started talking. “He came home last night,” she blurted out. “He was upset, he’d had a fight. He told me he had a fight with Brooke Lynn. He said they’d been out on a date and they’d argued. He was upset and he wanted to drive out to Vista Point to think. I loaned him the keys. He asked about gas, I said I didn’t remember if it was filled and that I didn’t have any cash on me. I gave him my credit card. I don’t know where he got the money.”

“He had a pawn slip,” Lucky said after a moment. “Mac told me when he called. A pawn slip for a diamond ring.”

Courtney only owned one diamond ring. Her engagement ring. Her lips pressed together. “He stole my ring?” she said weakly.

“He raped my daughter,” Ned growled.

“Why didn’t you tell us this when we knocked on your door?”

“I honestly didn’t know where he was and when I heard what he was accused of…I just…I didn’t know what to do.” Courtney sank into a chair. “I thought he was a good kid and I thought we were connecting. At first, I thought there had to be a mistake. That maybe Brooke had gotten hurt on her way home from their date.”

“She was dating Lucas Jones,” Ned said scathingly. “I never would have allowed her near Diego Sanchez.”

“And by the time I realized that it was true, I had already lied.” Courtney propped her head in her hands. “Jesus, that poor girl. If I had just said no when Social Services called. If I had just told them that I was in no place to care for any child long term…”

“Asking those kinds of questions doesn’t turn back time. It doesn’t give my daughter back her innocence, her trust, that beautiful light in her eyes. My daughter was the most generous and the most caring young girl you could ever meet…” Ned’s voice sounded thick. “But she won’t have that again. She won’t be innocent or carefree again. Your ward ended that for her.”

Courtney’s miserable eyes met his. “I know. And I’m going to have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

General Hospital: Pediatric Ward

Elizabeth walked towards the group gathered in front of Kristina’s hospital room. She was careful only to glance at Jason, though her eyes wanted to linger. “I asked Steven if I could tell you the results,” she told Alexis.

Alexis’s hands started to tremble. “Are you…”

Elizabeth nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Yes. Steven’s quite surprised since I’m almost a perfect match but I am a match and it would be my privilege to donate bone marrow to your daughter.”

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

Tuesday, November 2, 2004

General Hospital: Chapel

All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces

Justice of the peace. She almost couldn’t believe he’d said the words. But she had already known the news. She had heard it from the horse’s mouth. Alexis Davis told her nephew that his presence would be needed as she was marrying Ric Lansing in an hour’s time.

Her ex-husband. The man who had once told her that she was the only woman he’d ever truly loved–would ever love. He had moved on to Alexis while she was out of town and now just three months after their divorce was final, he would marry someone else.

Elizabeth Webber Lansing wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry.

“Elizabeth,” Ric murmured. “I didn’t expect you.”

“That much is obvious.” She glanced down at her hands and belatedly realized she still wore the engagement and wedding rings he’d given her once. “Alexis…told Nikolas the news and I thought…” She swallowed. “I thought it was time to give you these.” She took the rings off and set them on the closest pew. “I hope that Alexis gives you what I obviously couldn’t.”

“Elizabeth, wait–”

She turned and walked out of the chapel, her head held high.

Kelly’s

Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Brooke Lynn Ashton planted both her hands on Diego Sanchez’s chest and shoved him away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed. She took two large steps back. “Are you insane?”

Diego attempted to smile but failed. “You don’t want it?” he said shortly.

Her dark eyes wide with surprise, Brooke shook her head. “No. No, I don’t. I thought we were friends.”

He grabbed her elbow and yanked her towards him. “Friends? You think I wanted to be your friend?”

“Diego, let me go now,” Brooke struggled against his grip.
He started to drag her towards the kitchen. “Let me show you what I do to teases,” he snarled.

“Let me go!” she cried urgently.

General Hospital: Kristina’s Hospital Room

The tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression

Alexis Davis cleared her throat and stepped further into the hospital room. “Sonny–”

“This is not the time or the place,” Sonny Corinthos murmured, keeping his face calm, his eyes smiling at he gazed down at Kristina.

“I just wanted to explain what happened.”

“It can wait.” Sonny’s lips curved in Kristina’s direction. “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

Kristina yawned and turned over, burying her face in her pillow. Obviously exhausted from her illness and the tests, she was asleep in minutes. Sonny tucked the blankets around her shoulders and stood to go into the hall. Alexis followed him and closed the door behind her.

“I understand that you are angry,” she began.

“Angry, yes,” Sonny nodded. “Disappointed. In you, in Carly.” He looked back at the room. “It can wait until we know what’s going to happen.”

“Sonny–”

“I was tested and so was Courtney and Mike. We’re not matches,” Sonny told her. “Jason’s talking to Carly about testing Morgan.”

“But–”

“When this is over and Kristina is safe, then we will discuss her future. I will be a part of her life, Alexis. I won’t take her from you but I will be in her life.”

Panic licked at the back of her throat. “That’s not possible–”

“I really don’t want to hear what you think right now,” Sonny said, his anger beginning to break through his controlled voice. “I don’t give a damn what you think. When our daughter is safe, maybe then we can discuss what you think though I doubt I will give a damn then.”

Harborview Towers: Corinthos Penthouse

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

“The test is painful,” Carly Corinthos said stubbornly. “And Morgan is barely a year old. I won’t let him.”

“Carly…” Jason Morgan closed his eyes and sighed. “That’s not just your choice.”

“But it is my choice,” she snarled. “And I choose no. He’s my son and I have to protect him.”

“And if he were sick, you would do anything for him,” Jason said softly. “Including begging Alexis to test Kristina. You don’t have the monopoly on motherhood.”

Carly folded her arms tightly across her chest. “You’re not a father, Jason, I can’t expect you to understand.”

“No.” Jason’s eyes iced over. “No I guess I couldn’t understand.”

Carly’s arms fell to her side. “Jason, I didn’t mean–”

“No, you did mean it. And I think we both have to think about that for a while. I’ll talk to you later.” He turned and left the penthouse.

And left the Harborview Towers altogether.

General Hospital: Emergency Room

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad

Commissioner Mac Scorpio arrived an hour after Connor Bishop fell into his coma and he pulled Detective Lucky Spencer off the case. “You’re too close to this, Spencer.”

“Commissioner,” Lucky began.

“Too close,” Mac repeated. “I’ll be handling it personally.” He moved over to talk to one of the doctors.

“It’s for the best,” Nikolas Cassadine informed his half-brother. He put a hand on his shoulder. “For the best,” he repeated.

“We should get to the chapel,” Emily Bowen-Quartermaine murmured. She slid her hand into her fiancé’s and tugged him in the direction of the elevators. “Alexis said the justice of the peace would be arriving soon.”

“I can’t believe she’s marrying him,” Lucky muttered as the trio moved towards the bank of elevators, leaving Connor Bishop in his dreamlike coma.

Kelly’s: Kitchen

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

Mike Corbin frowned at the dark diner and flicked on the lights. “Diego? Brooke?”

A small whimper from the kitchen had his frown deepening and he quickened his steps to find a bruised and bloodied Brooke Lynn crumpled in front of the stove. Mike’s hands clenched into fists as he realized her skirt was hanging in tatters around her waist and her blouse was torn and hanging from a shoulder.

“Brooke Lynn? Honey?”

Brooke buried her face in hands and hid from him, her whimpers turning into hiccupping sobs.

“Honey, what happened?”

When Brooke didn’t answer, Mike steeled himself and reached for the phone on the counter. He called 911 first and then reluctantly–he phoned Ned Ashton.

Elizabeth’s Cottage: Front Step

I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take

Elizabeth opened her door that night to find Jason standing there. “Hey, I didn’t expect you tonight.” She bit her lip. “I heard about Kristina. Is she all right?”

“For tonight. I wanted…I wanted to see Cameron.” Jason leaned against the doorway. “I won’t wake him. I just…Carly told me that I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t have Morgan tested because I wasn’t a father.”

Elizabeth touched his arm and pulled him inside. “Jason…you don’t have to ask to see him.” She shut the door and used her other hand to touch his cheek. “You know you’re welcome here whenever you want to come over.”

“I can’t.” Jason shook his head. “I can’t be here as much as I want to be. People might notice. They might ask questions and I won’t risk it. Cameron’s too important.”

“What about me?” she murmured, “Will you risk staying tonight?” There was something in her eyes. Something he couldn’t quite read.

“I’ll stay tonight.” He leaned down and captured her lips in a lingering kiss.

General Hospital: Chapel

When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world

The ceremony was simple and it was quick. Before Nikolas could talk his aunt out of it, she had married the district attorney and became Alexis Davis-Lansing. He did not think this was a decision she wanted to make while her entire world was crumbling but it was done now.

Emily wondered how they would tell Elizabeth that this was done. That her ex-husband had married someone before Elizabeth had even given up his name. She wondered if it would devastate her best friend or if Elizabeth would try to shrug it off.

She wanted to claw Ric’s eyes out for destroying Elizabeth’s faith in love, her ability to trust and to give herself to anyone. Since returning from California, Elizabeth rarely spoke about herself and rarely brought Cameron into the public eye. She kept to herself and Emily grieved for the outgoing woman she had once been.

“We’d better get back to Kristina,” Alexis murmured.

Ric nodded and kissed her temple. “For a little while. You need to rest, you need to get something to eat. You do Kristina no good if you’re dead on your feet.”

Nikolas shifted and glanced at his aunt before looking at her new husband–wondering what the man’s angle was. If there was anything Nikolas had learned about Ric Lansing it was that he did not do anything without a reason.

General Hospital: Emergency Room

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should

Ned Ashton and Lois Cerullo rushed through the doors and stopped when they found Mike Corbin sitting in one of the chairs, a smear of blood on his cheek.

“What’s happened to my baby?” Lois demanded shrilly. “Where’s my daughter?”

Mike stood on unsteady feet and swallowed. “I left her and Diego in charge of the diner. I had to run out and when I came back, she was in the kitchen.”

“Did she cut herself?” Ned asked. He took a hold of the older man’s arm. “Is she hurt badly?”

“Mr. Ashton,” Dr. Steven Webber said softly. “I need to speak with you and Brooke Lynn’s mother.”

Ned let his hands fall from Mike’s arm and he stared blindly at Elizabeth’s older brother. “What’s wrong with my daughter?”

“Brooke Lynn was attacked,” Steven said, trying to spare them the brutal details. “She was beaten pretty badly. She’s got a few bruised ribs, a broken nose, a concussion and a broken arm.” He hesitated and looked at Commissioner Mac Scorpio. “She was…she was raped, Mr. Ashton.”

Ned’s eyes went dark and he stumbled back. “What? But that can’t be possible.”

Lois fumbled for her ex-husband’s hand and she covered her mouth with her free hand. “No, no, Ned, they made a mistake. It can’t be our Brooke. Not our baby.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steven apologized, feeling useless.

“Ned, Lois, I’m sorry for what’s happened,” Mac joined them, his eyes dark with sorrow. He knew that his daughters hung out with Brooke, that they easily could have been there tonight. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

“What happens next?” Lois murmured.

“She was given the rape kit and there is evidence,” Steven said, hoping that would make the parents feel a little better. “Strong evidence.”

“We will be able to convict on this evidence,” Mac stressed. “Now, Dr. Webber tells me that Brooke Lynn is sedated and will be moved to a private room. I won’t press her for a statement tonight but I will have to tomorrow. I’m sorry about that.”

“No, no, you–you’re doing your job,” Ned said. He closed his eyes and wrapped Lois more tightly in his arms. “You have our full cooperation. We just–we just want to see our daughter.”

“I’ll take you to her,” Steven spoke up.

Elizabeth’s Cottage: Cameron’s Nursery

Sit and listen
Sit and listen

Leaving Elizabeth downstairs to make a late supper, Jason entered Cameron’s room and sat beside the crib where the infant slept peacefully. “Hey,” he said softly. He folded his arms on the rail of the crib and rested his chin on top of his hands. “You look bigger than the last time I saw you.”

Cameron turned his head and opened his mouth in a sigh but did not wake. “I never understood when people would tell someone that their baby has their eyes or their nose. I could never see it. But you’ve got your mother’s nose. And her smile. You don’t know how lucky you are that she’s your mother.”

Cameron slept on peacefully and Jason closed his eyes, listening to the baby breathe. “She’s so generous and she’s got a heart that was just made for loving her family. She will protect you and she will see that you get the life that you want. I will, too. I just–I can’t do it like she can.

“I can’t be here every day and I can’t put you to sleep at night or be here in the mornings when you wake up.” Jason sighed, his voice a little unsteady. He’d never wanted to be an absentee parent but the decision had been thrust on him with no warning. “The best I can do is provide for you and your mother and hope the little I do makes you happy.”

Elizabeth’s hands rested on his shoulders. “It does,” she murmured. “You know, before Cameron I didn’t want to believe that you were right. That I was safer out of your life and part of me still doesn’t believe that. But I thought you were just pushing me away and knowing you’re doing the same thing even now, it makes me think that you were right. Because you would never live without your son.”

Jason stood and leaned down to kiss Cameron’s forehead. “It’s not even the job anymore,” he remarked quietly. “It’s the people in my life. They have no respect for me, for my privacy. For my right to have a life and until I can fix that, I have to protect you and Cameron.”

“And when you fix it, we’ll be here waiting for you,” she murmured.

General Hospital: Hallway Outside Kristina’s Room

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me

“Now if Morgan isn’t a match,” Sonny began, “what are our other options?”

“The donor registry. They’re still searching for a match,” Steven told Sonny, Alexis and Ric. “But if there’s no donor there…”

Alexis swallowed and clutched Ric’s hand tightly. “What then?”

“There is one possibility. I didn’t want to bring it up in case there were other options but now that there’s clearly not…” Steven hesitated. “Samantha McCall is pregnant with your child,” he nodded towards Sonny. “Stem cells from the umbilical cord can be used to treat Kristina. Because of their nature, they don’t have to be an exact match. Just a closely related relative.”

Alexis looked at Sonny. “Would Sam consent to that?”

“She’s not due until the end of the month,” Sonny murmured. “Can Kristina wait that long?”

“It’s better if we treat her sooner. If Sam would be willing to induce the pregnancy…” Steven trailed off.

“That’s not something I can agree to by myself,” Sonny remarked. “I’ll have to discuss it with her but we’ll have Morgan here in the morning to test him.” He looked at his watch and frowned, realizing Jason hadn’t called about his meeting with Carly. “I’ll go home and talk to Carly about Morgan.”

He went into the elevators and Alexis slumped a little. “I can’t believe he knows,” she said hoarsely. “I’ve protected that secret for three years.”

“Some secrets aren’t meant to be kept,” Ric wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “We’re going to say good night to Kristina and go home for the night, Alexis.”

“But–”

“Kristina has been given medication, Ms. Davis, she’ll sleep right on through morning,” Steven interrupted. “She won’t even realize you’re gone.”

General Hospital: Brook Lynne’s Room

Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through
 me

Lois curled up in a brown pleather chair at Brooke’s side while Ned stared out into the darkness of the city. His daughter had been beaten and she’d been raped. There were few things worse he could think of happening to her.

How would she get through this? Who had done this? His hands tightened into fists. When he found the son of bitch, there would be no where the scum could hide.

“Ma?” Brooke Lynn murmured, her eyes fluttering open to see her mother at her side. “What happened?”

“Oh, my little girl,” Lois was on her feet in an instant. “Are you all right?”

“I ache…” Brooke turned to lie on her back and a soreness between her legs flooded her eyes with tears and her mind with memories. “Oh, Mama,” she sobbed. “I couldn’t stop him.”

Ned was at her side in an instant, “Shh, baby.”

“Daddy,” Brooke clung to his hand. “I told him no. I screamed it. I thought…” she choked and shook her head. “I thought he was my friend.”

Ned’s blood heated and he struggled to maintain a calm composure. “Who, baby doll?”

“D-Diego,” Brooke choked out. She closed her eyes. “I couldn’t stop it,” she whimpered.

Ned kissed his daughter’s hand and stood. “I’ll go call Mac,” he murmured.

Courtney’s Loft: Hallway

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad

Courtney was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she pulled the door open later that night. She blinked. “Mac?”

“Courtney.” Mac took a deep breath and looked back at the two uniformed officers at his side. “We need to take Diego Sanchez in for questioning.”

“Diego.” Courtney turned to look at the bed where the teen slept and frowned. “He’s not here. I didn’t even realize he wasn’t here when I got home.” She looked back at Mac. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to know where he is.”

“I’m his guardian, Mac, I deserve to know what you suspect him of,” Courtney said, annoyed.

“He’s suspected of raping and assaulting Brooke Lynn Ashton,” Mac said shortly. “Where is he?”

“That is completely ridiculous,” Courtney sputtered. “Diego and Brooke are friends, he’d never hurt her.”

“Tell that to the parents of the girl lying in the hospital,” Mac snapped. “Where is he, Courtney? Don’t make me arrest you.”

Elizabeth’s Cottage: Bedroom

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take

Elizabeth curled into Jason’s embrace and sighed in content. There were few nights like this. Nights where Jason could stay until morning, where he didn’t have to leave moments after arriving. Where they could spend the night making love if they chose to or sleep in each other arms.

It was nights like these that helped her get through the ones between–where she was lonely–where she was tired of seeing him in public and pretending nothing had changed when in reality, it had all changed.

One day, she repeated to herself, one day it would be different.

As she joined Jason in sleep, his cell phone rang silently. He had turned it off when he stepped into the cottage, leaving the outside world behind him.

When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World
Mad World

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the Fiction Graveyard: Secrets Kept

Jason’s Penthouse

The knock came only an hour and a half after Elizabeth left. It was quiet and soft, leading Jason to believe that maybe she’d rethought her position and decided against telling her father.

He pulled the door open and was confronted with Elizabeth’s tearstained cheeks and red eyes. She clutched a tissue in one of her hands and a small luggage bag thrown over her shoulder.

He exhaled slowly and drew her into the penthouse. He would wait until she’d calmed down before he explained to her why this wasn’t going to work.

She sat on the couch and let the bag fall to the ground. “He reacted exactly the way we expected,” Elizabeth murmured.

Jason lowered himself onto the seat cushion next to her. “I told you, Elizabeth, that I didn’t want to do it this way.”

“I know. I just…I wanted to believe that I meant more to him,” she whispered raggedly. “He just…he just calmly told me it was you or him.”

Jason pushed himself off the couch and crossed to the balcony. “I want you to go home,” he said quietly. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to turn around. “And I want you tell Luke that it’s over between us.”

She waited. She was sure there was a second part of this plan—how they were going to convince her father they were in love and that no one was going to change that.

She waited.

When Jason didn’t continue, only continued to stare out of the balcony window towards the harbor, she swallowed hard and stood on shaky legs. “I don’t understand.”

“I told you that I wouldn’t let you give up your family for me,” Jason said.

Her lower lip started to tremble and she bit hard on it. “You…you’re breaking up with me,” Elizabeth said softly, her blue eyes brimming over with tears. They streaked silently down her face. “You told me you loved me.”

He still didn’t look at her—knew if he had to look in her eyes, he’d crumble and tell her to forget it. That it didn’t matter if Luke accepted them or not, their love was enough.

But he knew better. He knew that it would only be enough for a little while. One day, she’d look at him and would only see the reason her father had cast her out of his life. And she’d resent him. And one day, she’d hate him.

He’d rather break her heart today than earn her hate a month or two from now.

“I do love you,” Jason admitted. “But it is never going to work like this. You need to go back home and tell Luke that it’s over. I don’t care how you do it, blame me if you want to. But I know how much he means to you, and I’m not letting you do this.”

“It’s not your decision to make!” Elizabeth cried. “It’s mine. I get to choose—”

“And so do I,” Jason cut in. “I won’t do this to you.”

“You’re not doing anything to me!” She crossed the room to him but he sensed her approach and backed away. “Jason, please…”

He closed his eyes and turned away from her again. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. “Elizabeth, this is the way it has to be. Please.”

“I’m going to Brenda’s,” Elizabeth told him. “And we’ll talk tomorrow.” Her voice took on an almost desperate tone. “I’ll make you understand why it has to be this way, Jason and I’ll prove to you that we can be happy—”

“And my answer will be the same.” This time when he spoke, his voice was cold and hard. He forced himself to sound unfeeling. “Go home, Elizabeth.”

She blinked at the tone and stared at his back for a moment. Elizabeth Spencer only had so much begging in her and she’d reached her limit.

“Fine.” She turned around and headed for the door, snagging her purse and small suitcase on her way. She turned at the door. “You should come to the company party, Jason,” she told him in a clipped tone. “You’ll be gaining a future sister-in-law.”

She slammed the door behind her and Jason’s shoulders slumped. He turned then and looked at the door, letting out a soft sigh.

Corinthos Estate: Front Hall

Brenda hastily tied her robe as she headed towards the front door. She pulled the door open and sighed immediately. “Aww, honey.”

Elizabeth swiped at the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “He doesn’t want me,” she said softly. “I—I left home for him and he just told me to go back. That it was over a-and…”

Brenda cut her off and pulled her into her arms. “It’s okay,” she murmured into Elizabeth’s hair. “You know you’re welcome here as long as you want to be here.”

“I love him, Brenda. What am I supposed to do without him?” Elizabeth cried.

“You’ll be fine,” Brenda promised. She smoothed a hand over her sister’s hair. “Come on. Let’s get you in the guest room and we’ll figure it all out in the morning.”

Spencer Estate: Luke’s Office

Luke glanced up as the door opened, a small beam of light showing through. “Get out.”

The door shut and then the light clicked on. Carly folded her arms and leaned against the back of the door. “Hey, Uncle Luke.”

“Get out,” Luke repeated dully as he poured himself another fifth of bourbon.

“So, I hear the princess has escaped from her tower,” she remarked cheerfully.

Luke flicked his eyes up to the caramel-colored ones of his new-found niece. “I threw her out.”

“You do realize that women can do pretty much whatever they want now, right?” Carly asked. “I mean, if a woman wants to marry someone, she can do it.”

“Not Jason Morgan,” Luke muttered.

Carly shrugged and sat down. “So, what’s wrong with him? He kill someone, maim? Embezzle?”

“Worse,” Luke snarled. “He works for Sonny Corinthos.”

Carly frowned. “Who’s Sonny Corinthos?”

“A jackass with no business sense,” Luke muttered.

Carly nodded. “Ah. So he’s a rival. What’d he do?”

Luke glared at her but before he could order her to leave again, the phone rang. Luke picked it up. “Yeah?”

“You insensitive baboon.”

The words meant nothing to Luke, but the voice was music to his ears. Once upon a time, Brenda Spencer had been his eldest daughter and his princess. She’d been beautiful, perfect…everything Luke had ever wanted in a daughter.

But now hearing her was just another reminder of all Sonny Corinthos had stolen from him.

“What do you want?” Luke growled.

“She’s hysterical, Daddy. It took forever to calm her down, she cried herself to sleep,” Brenda told him.

“What do I care?” Luke replied coldly.

“You care and you know it. Jesus, Daddy, this is Beth we’re talking about. She adores you. And this is so unfair—”

“I don’t have the time for this.” Luke slammed the phone down, causing Carly to jump.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Luke grumbled. “You’ll never meet them.” He glanced up at her, as if seeing her for the first time. She looked like Barbara Jean, he could see that now. Carly hadn’t inherited his sister’s fiery red hair like Skye, but her bone structure and her figure resembled Barbara’s.

Carly shifted under her uncle’s close scrutiny. “What?” she asked, warily.

“You really are Barbara’s daughter, aren’t you?” Luke asked reluctantly.

“Uh, yeah?” Carly replied, confused. “I thought we already established that.”

“Never mind.” Luke shifted and sat up. “What is that you want from me, Caroline?”

She shrugged. “What any red-blooded person wants. I need a job and a place to live. Maybe some money, a husband down the line. The normal crap.”

Luke nodded. “Well, Barbara’s daughter is welcome here as long you want to be here. I’ll ask around the company, see if anything’s open. Secretary stuff okay?”

“Sure,” Carly replied easily.

“I can get you a job,” Luke told her, “but you’ve got to keep it. No special favors. I don’t step in when you screw up.”

“That’s fair,” Carly told him.

Corinthos Estate: Foyer

Brenda followed Elizabeth to the door the next morning a little worried. “Honey—”

“This is the right decision,” Elizabeth said softly. Her eyes were red, her hair hung limply in a ponytail. She looked like death warmed over.

“There are other ways,” Brenda tried again.

“Jason isn’t going to change his mind,” Elizabeth told her. “And I…I don’t deserve to beg for his love.”

“No you don’t,” Brenda replied, “but—”

“Brenda, this is what I have to do.”

Brenda sighed and hugged her sister tightly. “I love you honey. I know this is going to work out someway.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Elizabeth murmured.

Spencer Estate: Breakfast Room

The room descended into silence when Elizabeth entered. She’d showered since returning home and changed.

She still looked like hell.

Luke stood and gaped when he saw her. “Beth.”

“I’m home,” Elizabeth said softly. Her dark blue eyes bore into her father’s. “He didn’t want me. Not without your approval.” Her lips twisted into a humorless smirk. “At least it still matters to some people.”

Skye stood. “Sweetheart, perhaps we should—”

“I’ll do what you want,” Elizabeth interrupted. “I’ll accept AJ’s proposal when he makes it and I’ll be the perfect daughter.”

Luke’s eyebrows knitted together as he studied her. He felt the twinge of guilt knowing he was responsible for his daughter’s unhappiness. But he shoved it aside, reminding himself that Jason Morgan was never going to be good enough for his daughter.

“Okay,” Luke said cautiously. “Why don’t you sit down and have some breakfast?”

“I’ll be the perfect daughter,” Elizabeth repeated. “In public. But while it’s just you, me, Carly and Skye…I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t want to look at you.”

“Beth—” Luke began a little helplessly.

“You didn’t care what made me happy…only what you wanted and I can’t forgive you for that,” Elizabeth continued. “I can’t forget that my happiness didn’t matter when it came to this ridiculous rivalry with Sonny. You threw Brenda out because she dared to love someone you didn’t approve of. You tried to do it with me. Don’t expect me to forgive or forget.” Elizabeth waited a beat before leaving the room.

Skye resumed her seat, placing the napkin back in her lap. She was visibly shaken—Elizabeth had always been vivacious and spirited. To see her so…lifeless…it was almost scary.

Carly sipped her orange juice. “Way to go, princess,” she cheered quietly.

Skye caught her sister’s eye across the table and against her better judgment, she smiled briefly.

Luke stood at the head of the table, his eyes trained on the doorway, his hands dangling at his sides.

Corinthos Estate: Kitchen

Sonny was frying some bacon and Brenda was in the middle of sipping her orange juice when Jason entered through the back door.

Brenda had already put the girls in the car for school and was prepared for a day of lounging around the house, trying to decide how best to approach Jason. She was thrilled when it looked like she wouldn’t have to do it after all.

“You look like road kill,” she said quietly.

Jason didn’t answer, only hesitated in the doorway, his eyes sweeping the kitchen. She knew what he was up to, knew he was wondering if Elizabeth was here.

She sighed and shifted. “Don’t worry. She spent the night, but went home earlier. You got what you wanted, Jase.”

Jason glared at her. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to hurt her?”

“No.” Brenda returned the glare full force and then some. “But you knew what it cost her to turn her back on our father and you turned her away anyway.”

Sonny seemed content to let his wife and best friend battle it out while he perfected his bacon. With their tempers and personalities, he knew it was best for them to just rip into each other and get it over with.

“It was better this way,” Jason said firmly. “She would have ended up hating me sooner or later.”

“You don’t know that!” Brenda declared passionately.

“I do know that!” Jason retorted. “I know how upset she was last night when she had the fight with Luke, it would have destroyed her to keep feeling that way!”

“You don’t think losing you didn’t destroy her?” Brenda demanded. “She was inconsolable last night! She cried herself to sleep and even then she didn’t stop crying. Jesus, Jason, you just don’t get it! My sister loves you!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Jason returned. “I love her, too! I hate what I had to do!”

Brenda stared at him for a moment, took in his rumpled appearance, his unshaved face and decided he was suffering almost as much as Elizabeth.

Made her feel a little better.

“All right,” Brenda decided. “You’ve obviously made your decision and Elizabeth has made hers.”

Jason hesitated, looked away. “She’s going to accept AJ’s proposal, isn’t she?” he asked, hoarsely.

“More than likely,” Brenda murmured. “Unless someone changes her mind and gives her a reason not to.”

“It won’t be me,” Jason said. He said it so firmly, he sounded so sure that Brenda had no choice but to believe him.

Sensing the conversation was over, Sonny set a plate on the table in front of his wife and looked to Jason. “Breakfast?”

Spencer Estate: Luke’s Office

Luke was shuffling some papers, trying to find a business deal. He was in a hurry, trying to make it back to the company party out in the garden before AJ made his announcement.

He heard someone clear their throat gently and he looked up. A young dark-skinned woman with long dark hair in thin braids stood in front of him. She wore a dark spaghetti strapped tank top and dark black slacks.

Luke frowned. “Who are you? How did you get in here?”

She smirked and stepped forward. “I’m a little saddened that you don’t recognize me.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Am I supposed to?”

The woman sighed. “Well, I guess every girl hopes that the first time she meets her father, he’ll know her.”

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the Fiction Graveyard: Secrets Kept

Corinthos Estate: Living Room

Jason looked up as Brenda Corinthos entered the room. “They asleep?” he asked.

“Dead to the world,” Brenda replied. She sat back on the couch and crossed her legs. She regarded Jason very carefully, scrutinized him as he wandered over to the large bay window that overlooked the pool. “Problems?”

Jason glanced back at her. “What?”

“I noticed Elizabeth looked kind of tense when she came in. She made a beeline for Sonny, which is never good. And you’re even
more silent than usual. So, I can only deduce something is wrong.”

Jason shrugged. “Not really.”

“Uh huh.” Brenda stood and wrapped her arms around her upper torso as she went to stand next to him. “You know if you’d gone to work for my father after college, you could be where AJ is.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. “In the position to take over the company and marry his daughter.”

“Probably,” Jason conceded. “But I didn’t want to work within eight feet of AJ.”

“I heard my father broke off negotiations,” Brenda said. “You know that can only mean one thing.”

“Yep.” Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “He’s preparing for another hostile takeover.”

“Not to mention…I heard a little bit of gossip this afternoon at lunch. It seems AJ Quartermaine ordered a large princess diamond in a twenty-four karat gold ring setting.”

Jason looked at her sharply. “What?”

“Yep. I was eating at the Grille and a girlfriend of mine from college works at the jewelry store. Owns it, actually. But she told me that it was perfect example of one of the best-selling engagement rings this year.”

Jason exhaled a harsh breath. “She told me she thought he was going to propose on Saturday. I just thought she was trying to change my mind again.”

“Well, that’s probably true. But now it’s crunch time. I love my sister and I know she’s strong and stubborn, but when it comes to our father, Elizabeth…” Brenda shrugged. “She has a tendency to roll over and do what he wants. She’s been taking care of him since Mom died and I know this is killing her, keeping this from him.”

“See, that’s why I don’t want her to choose,” Jason told her. “I don’t want her to lose him because of me. I know what he means to her. Today, she might be okay with it. She might be okay for months. But it’s going to change one day. And she’s going to resent me for it.”

“Jase, I know you’ve only got her best interests at heart, but this is really a decision only she can make,” Brenda protested. “She just wants to be happy.”

“And I just want her to be happy,” Jason insisted. “But when it comes down to it, is she really going to turn down AJ in front of all those people…in front of your father?”

“She loves you, Jason. I think she might.” Brenda sighed. “I wish my father would just realize that Elizabeth and I are grown women completely capable of making good choices. Look at me. He said that Sonny would be bankrupt in a year. It’s been about six years, almost seven and look at us. Sonny’s just as wealthy as Dad, our house is just as large and we’ve got two beautiful daughters. I think I did pretty well for myself.”

“I think so, too,” Sonny said from behind them. They turned to look at him. “Dinner’s ready. Elizabeth is already in the dining room.”

Spencer Estate: Living Room

AJ wandered into the room and found Skye lounging on one of the large overstuffed sofas, her eyes closed and a hand to her forehead. “Where’s Beth?”

Without opening her eyes, Skye answered in a bored voice, “In her room.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But I’m not Beth’s keeper either,” she murmured. “Shouldn’t you be leaving?”

AJ scratched his chin. “Nah. I wanted to iron out the details for Saturday.”

Skye snorted. “What’s to iron out? You’re going to the company party, you’re going to propose and she’s going to turn you down.”

AJ frowned and shifted, staring the Spencer niece. “Turn me down?” he echoed, mystified. “Why would she do that?”

“Don’t mind me,” Skye said. She massaged her temples. “Just wishful thinking on my part.”

AJ sighed. “Are you drunk?”

Skye bolted up into a sitting position and glared at the Quartermaine. “Excuse me?” she demanded shrilly.

“Drunk,” AJ repeated. “Are you?”

Skye narrowed her eyes. “I’ve had a few drinks,” she admitted.

AJ shook his head. “You know that’s not good—”

“Oh spare me,” Skye groaned. “Go away and leave me alone.”

AJ shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. “Do you intend on making self-pity a career?” he asked bluntly.

Skye rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me the sanctimonious self-serving lecture. I get it. You’re perfect. You’re the white knight. You don’t have to convince everyone in the damned family.”

“Look, I’m sorry if there’s something wrong with me loving Beth,” AJ began. “I want her to be happy—that’s all I’ve ever wanted for her. She’s a wonderful woman and I hope she feels the same about me.”

Skye sighed and found herself feeling sorry for the obviously clueless man. He was in for quite the surprise when it became obvious that Elizabeth had no intention of marrying him.

Before Skye could come up with something to say to him, Carly Benson swept into the room, a fashion magazine under her arm and a can of soda in her hand. She flopped onto one of the loveseats. “Hello,” she said cheerfully.

“Oh, go away,” Skye murmured. “I’ve got enough of a headache without you being here.” She glared at the blonde. “I thought you were sleeping.”

Carly shrugged. “I woke up.” She eyed AJ who was looking at her warily. “Well, well, well.” She flicked her tongue over her lower lip slowly and was delighted to see his dark brown eyes follow its movement. “Who do we have here?”

AJ hurried forward to extend a hand to Carly, causing Skye to roll her eyes at his obvious attempts to charm all of Elizabeth’s family. “AJ Quartermaine, your uncle’s—”

Alleged uncle,” Skye cut in coldly.

“-vice-president,” AJ finished.

“Vice-President, huh?” Carly murmured. She sat up and smiled at him. “Does that work the same way as in politics?”

Skye muffled a groan at the way AJ was eating up Carly’s smiles and doe-eyes. Men. No matter how in love they claimed to be, it never failed.

“Well, I do stand to inherit the company,” AJ remarked proudly.

Skye snorted. “If you can manage marrying Elizabeth.”

“Oh.” Carly pouted and sat back. “You’re engaged.”

“Not yet,” AJ said. “I haven’t asked her yet.”

Carly grinned. “Well, that’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

Jason’s Penthouse

Elizabeth set her purse on the desk and took a deep breath, hearing the door click shut after Jason. The dinner had been awkward and stifling. Tension between she and Jason was at an all-time high and it had shown.

“I’m telling my father tonight,” Elizabeth said softly.

“Elizabeth,” Jason sighed. “That may not be the best idea right now.”

Elizabeth turned and glared at him. “You want me to wait until I have to humiliate AJ on Saturday?”

Jason exhaled slowly. “No. I don’t. I just…Elizabeth, you can’t just march into your father’s office and tell him we’re together. It’s not…Luke is just not going to accept that.”

“Damn what he thinks!” Elizabeth cried. “I am tired of feeling like I’m doing something wrong!”

“Look, just give me until Saturday morning,” Jason pleaded. “I know we can come up with an alternative—”

“An alternative to the truth?” Elizabeth snapped. “You, the master of honesty, want to find a way to avoid telling my father the truth? Forgive me if this sounds a little strange—”

“I’m doing this for you!” Jason retorted.

“I didn’t ask you to!” She shook her head. “We’ve been doing it your way the entire time. You wanted me to wait until Sonny negotiated a deal with my father. Six months of hiding how I feel.” She snatched her purse up and headed for the door. “Now, we’re doing this my way.”

“Elizabeth, don’t do this!” Jason called as she slammed the door shut.

 Corinthos Estate: Grace’s Bedroom

“What are you doing?”

Sonny jumped and turned around guilty to find his wife smiling at him from across the hallway. “Uh…just checking on Grace.”

Brenda smirked. “Right. Uh huh. Close that door before you wake her up.”

Sonny muttered under his breath and shut Grace’s door. “Nag.”

“Oh bite me,” Brenda remarked good-naturedly. She leaned against the wall and sighed. “I’m worried.”

“About what? Jason and Elizabeth?” Sonny asked.

Brenda bit her lower lip. “Yeah. She loves him, Sonny. And I don’t doubt that she would go to my father to tell him so.”

“But?” Sonny prompting.

“But,” Brenda continued, “I don’t think that’s what Jason wants. I think that whether he wants to think so or not, for some reason, Luke’s approval is very important to him. He says it’s for Elizabeth, but I don’t think it is.”

“Why would Luke’s approval mean anything to Jason?” Sonny asked as he took his wife by the elbow and led her down the hall towards their bedroom.

“Do you remember when Jason first came out of Harvard? When you and Dad were both competing to hire him?” Brenda asked. “He respects Dad, likes him even. I think it meant a lot to Jason that two of the biggest names in the business world wanted him for their companies. Growing up as the cast-off child…” she shrugged. “I think part of him doesn’t want to lose that. Because even though Dad respects Jason in return…as soon as he finds out about Jason and Elizabeth…it’s over. He doesn’t have a back-up plan.”

Sonny sighed and pushed their door open. “You’ve got a good point. But if Elizabeth were to tell Luke, and he reacts the way we all expect, would she give Luke up for Jason?”

Brenda nodded. “In a heartbeat. I really do believe it. It would kill her, but I believe she’d do it. And you know something else? I think Jason knows that, too. I think he knows that Elizabeth would barely hesitate in leaving that house and I don’t think he wants to give her that choice.”

“I just wish it didn’t have to be this way,” Sonny sighed. “I wish I knew why Luke hated me to be point where he’d cast his own daughter out of the family.”

“My father is a good man,” Brenda said, unzipping her pants and tossing them aside. “He has so many good qualities—but he never thought you were right for me. You are older than I am and at the time, there wasn’t any stability in your business. No one thought you’d be where you are today. I think that worried Dad…not to mention the fact that I did just elope instead of just asking him straight out. He’s got his pride, y’know?” Brenda pulled a soft pink nightgown over her head and sat at her vanity table to brush out her dark brown hair.

“Because I didn’t ask him for permission and because he had reservations about us,” Brenda continued, “I think that led to him deciding that it was you or him. And I wasn’t expecting him to be completely serious about kicking me out of the family. I thought he’d back down.” She met his eyes in the mirror. “I miss him sometimes, Sonny. And I agree with Jason. Elizabeth might think she’s ready to make the same decision, but she’s different than I am. She has always been closer to Dad than I am. I had Mom, she had him. I think losing him, even if she were gaining Jason…it would wear on her after awhile.”

“What do you think Jason should do?” Sonny asked, smoothing his hands over her shoulders and bending down to kiss her collarbone.

“I think Jason should be upfront with my father. Tell him that he loves Elizabeth and wants to marry her. I think if Jason were the one to go to Dad, it might make all the difference.”

“Maybe you should tell him so,” Sonny murmured.

Brenda nodded. “I think I will. Tomorrow. I’ll meet him in his office.”

 Spencer Estate: Luke’s Office

Luke smiled as Elizabeth slipped into the room. “Beth. I thought you were sleeping.”

“Is AJ gone?” Elizabeth asked, taking a seat in front of Luke’s desk.

“He went home a little while ago.” Luke frowned. “Darlin’, what’s wrong?”

“I need to tell you something,” Elizabeth said softly. “Daddy, I love you. You know that, right?”

Luke nodded even as a coil of fear began to wind in his gut. He recognized this conversation, was feeling an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Six years ago, Brenda had sat here, confessing her marriage to Sonny Corinthos. “Beth—”

“I would never do anything to hurt you. Not deliberately,” Elizabeth continued. “Daddy, I know you have your heart set on my marrying AJ.”

“Not exactly,” Luke lied uncomfortably. “I want you to be happy, baby.”

She smiled then, a look of relief breaking out on her face. “Good. I’m glad you said that. Daddy, I’m in love. And I want you to know.”

Love. Love was a much better word than marriage. Luke began to relax. He could handle this, it wasn’t so bad. “Well, who’s the lucky man?”

Elizabeth smiled, her eyes turning dreamy. “It’s Jason Morgan.”

Luke lunged out of his seat. “What?” he roared.

Elizabeth blinked and sat back in her chair, startled. “Daddy—”

“You better mean a different Jason Morgan than the one who works for that scum Corinthos,” Luke warned her.

Elizabeth’s narrowed and she shot to her feet, glaring at her father. “I do mean the Jason who works for Sonny and Sonny is not scum!” she declared defiantly. “I love Jason, Daddy, and I’m going to be with him, whether you like it or not!”

“I refuse to give my blessing!” Luke growled. “If you pursue this relationship, you will find yourself in the same position as Brenda!”

“What’s wrong with Jason?” Elizabeth demanded. “You like him, you respect him! The only thing wrong with him is that he works for Sonny!”

“How long has this been going on?” Luke demanded. “How long have you been seeing him?”

“Six months,” Elizabeth bit out.

Luke stared at his youngest daughter and blinked. “That lying little sneaky bastard,” he muttered under his breath. “No wonder Corinthos was pushing for some kind of deal with us. Morgan put him up to it.”

Elizabeth lifted her chin. “For some reason, your approval matters to Jason.”

Matters to Jason. His heart sank a little as he realized the implications of those words. His approval mattered to Morgan, but not to his own daughter. He narrowed his eyes. “End it or leave,” he said firmly.

The seconds ticked by as father and daughter stared at each other, neither willing to back down. Finally, Elizabeth slumped her shoulders. “All right,” she whispered.

Luke smiled in victory but it was quickly wiped from his face as Elizabeth continued. “I’ll be gone in the morning.”

She left the office as quietly as she had come, leaving Luke to collapse back into his seat, stunned and dismayed at the events that had taken place.

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the Fiction Graveyard: Secrets Kept

Luke Spencer’s Office

Luke stubbed his cigar out in the gold ashtray his wife had given him for their tenth anniversary and peered across the desk at the blonde man. “You want me to help you bankrupt Sonny Corinthos.”

Jasper Jacks nodded. “Yes, I do,” he stated firmly, his rich voice tinged with a deep Australian accent. “I want Corinthos put out of business.”

Luke chuckled and jerked a thumb towards AJ. “AJ, you want to fill this guy in on how it works here on the mainland?”

Jasper narrowed his eyes at the slur but AJ ignored the nasty look and started talking. “Sonny Corinthos has been directly competing with Spencer Industries for the last nine years,” he said monotone. “His clubs are second only to ours. He has over thirty night clubs spread across twenty-seven states. He also runs a restaurant chain with fifteen restaurants world wide. They’re located in all the major cities—London, Paris, New York, Vienna, etc. He’s currently trying to get a publishing company off the ground. If he succeeds, he will be publishing both books and magazines. His base of operations was in New York City, but he moved here six years go.” AJ finished his recitation and smirked at the foreigner. “Mr. Jacks, it has been tried. You can’t put Sonny Corinthos out of business.”

Jasper shifted in his seat. “I realize that it’s a risky venture—”

“Better men than you have tried and failed,” Luke cut in smoothly.

Jasper sighed impatiently. “I also realize that it’s asking you to put your own son-in-law—”

“I have no son-in-law!” Luke barked. “We’re finished here, Jacks. Get out.”

“Mr. Spencer—”

“Out.”

AJ stood. “Allow me to show you out,” he said graciously while trying to hide his smirk.

Hallway 

Elizabeth was leaning against the wall when the door to her father’s office opened. She straightened immediately and wanted to groan when she saw AJ exit the office.

“Beth!” AJ said, delighted. He stepped forward as if to kiss her but Elizabeth turned her face so that his lips landed on her cheek.

“Hello,” she said, politely. She looked past AJ to the tall and muscular blonde man behind him. She sighed, thinking of her own muscular and tall blonde.

“Oh. This is Jasper Jacks, a business associate of your father’s,” AJ introducted. “Jasper, this is Elizabeth Spencer, Luke’s daughter.”

“His youngest, I presume?” Jasper asked taking Elizabeth’s offered hand and kissing it. She grimaced and surreptitiously wiped it on her sundress.

“Yes,” Elizabeth replied coolly. “Brenda is my elder sister.”

AJ cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming by, Jasper. We’ll be sure to call you.”

Jasper frowned at the clear dismissal and smiled charmingly at Elizabeth. “Until we meet again, Ms. Spencer?”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be too soon,” she remarked dryly. He passed by her and headed for the bank of elevators. “Honestly, what a worm.”

AJ laughed. “Yeah. He wanted to bankrupt Corinthos, but your father turned him down.”

“He did?” Elizabeth asked, eagerly hoping it mean that her father was serious about a cease fire with Sonny and Jason.

“Yeah. Your father doesn’t want to share the credit when we put him out of business,” AJ told him.

“Oh.” Elizabeth looked away. “Is my father busy right now?”

“Actually, we’re on our way to another meeting,” AJ said. “I was just getting rid of Jacks. I’ll see you at dinner tonight?”

“You’re coming over again?” Elizabeth asked.

AJ smiled. “Of course, Beth. Oh, and don’t forget about the party this weekend. It’s important that we be there.” He winked at her and disappeared back into the office.

Elizabeth’s heart sank. Not only did it appear that her father was not going to relent on Sonny or Jason, but that AJ had finally gotten what he’d been aiming for.

Her father’s consent to propose.

Spencer Estate: Sun Porch

“Ms. Spencer?”

Skye sighed, irritated. “What is it, Maggie?” she asked the housekeeper without looking up.

“There is a young woman at the door demanding to speak with you,” Maggie replied.

“Tell her to go away,” Skye murmured, flipping another page without really reading any of the articles.

“She says that she is acquainted with Barbara Spencer,” the housekeeper tried again.

Her head jerked up, sending her fiery tresses flying over her forehead. “What?” Skye asked, incredulously.

“She knows your mother.”

The magazine was thrown to the ground and Skye was across the threshold, striding towards the front of the house before Maggie could even blink.

The woman standing in the foyer was of medium height and average build. She was dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans with a white tank top. A dark suede jacket was slung over her arms. Her dark eyes were examining the entrance shrewdly as if she were trying to ascertain the value of some of the objects.

“Can I help you?” Skye asked, sharply.

The young woman turned, her long honey blonde hair flying over her shoulder. She smirked. “Skye Spencer?”

“Yes,” Skye confirmed. “Who are you?”

“Caroline Benson,” the woman replied. “Barbara Spencer is my mother.”

“I see,” Skye murmured. “And what do you expect me to do? She doesn’t live here. She doesn’t really live anywhere.”

“I know,” Caroline snapped. “But she sent me here. Said I could get what was coming to me here.”

“There’s nothing coming to you,” Skye retorted. “Please leave.”

Caroline’s smirk only deepened. “I think I’ll just wait for dear old Uncle Luke to tell me to get lost.”

“You do that then.” Skye glared at her supposed half-sister for another moment before spinning on her heel and stalking back towards the sun porch.

Sonny Corinthos’s Office

Sonny Corinthos set the phone back on the desk and leaned forward across the oak desk. “Spencer just turned me down,” he told his partner.

Jason’s shoulders slumped and he turned away from Sonny to peer out the window, looking over the buildings, past the houses and towards the lake in the distance. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Look, Jase, I know this is a setback—” Sonny began.

“Setback?” Jason snorted. “It’s more than that. I’m going to lose her.”

Sonny pushed his leather chair back and stood to cross the room. He leaned against the wall adjoining the window. “I don’t see why you should have to. You know Elizabeth isn’t insisting on Spencer’s approval.”

“I know,” Jason replied, reluctantly. “I know that I’m the one postponing on telling him. I just…I know how he’s gonna react. He’s gonna tell her it’s him or me.”

“And she’s already told you she’s going to pick you.”

“That’s the problem.” Jason shook his head and stuck his hands deep into his brown khakis. “You might be okay with Brenda losing her entire family, but I’m not all right with Elizabeth doing the same thing. Spencer won’t survive losing a second daughter. Not to me.”

Sonny shrugged. “He’ll live. He’s got to learn he can’t control everyone.”

Jason sighed and scratched his eyebrow with his thumb. “It doesn’t matter. I know that Elizabeth loves her father. She might think it’s a good idea, but eventually she’ll grow to resent me.”

“What are you saying?” Sonny asked. “That if Spencer doesn’t give Elizabeth his blessing…you’ll end it yourself?”

“I love Elizabeth. More than I ever thought I could love anyone.” Jason’s sigh was wistful. “But, yeah. I won’t do that to her. She’s too proud to back down. So I’m going to have to do it for her.”

“You can’t make that choice for her,” Sonny warned him.

“I’m not making it for her, I’m making it for me,” Jason replied. “I love her, Sonny. And I want her to be happy. And she’ll never be happy if she’s at odds with her father. She’s already lost her mother.”

“I take it you haven’t discussed this with her, have you?” Sonny asked.

“No. I’ve been trying to hold it off. Hoping that Spencer would come around. But I’ve been deluding myself. He’ll never accept me in her life. He’s pretty much made it clear that AJ is the only man he wants for her.”

“But you’re the one she wants. Hell, Spencer dotes on Elizabeth. Even before Brenda left. Maybe…she’ll be able to talk her into it,” Sonny suggested.

“Maybe,” Jason said, but his tone was skeptical. It was clear that the end of his romance with the Spencer heiress was nearing.

He should have known from the first time he spotted her at a corporate party on the arm of his half-brother seven months ago. He hadn’t known her name, hadn’t known anything about her—except that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

By the end of the night, she’d drifted to his side of the room (without AJ) and conversation had been exchanged. She was smart, spunky and had a mouth on her that would shame most truck drivers. She wasn’t like the debutantes Jason had met since coming to work for Sonny over two years ago.

And then she introduced herself. He’d wanted to smack his head up against the nearest wall. Elizabeth Spencer. Elizabeth Imogene Spencer, Luke Spencer’s youngest daughter. Brenda Corinthos’s little sister.

Despite the attraction on both sides, he’d written her off. Everyone knew about the history between Sonny Corinthos and Luke Spencer. They were in direct competition—Luke’s blues clubs were both famous and numerous, more than forty worldwide. He had his fingers in nearly every industry possible—oil, entertainment, hotels, restaurants…you name it, Luke was involved.

He had the perfect family with his beautiful blonde wife Laura, his two daughters Brenda and Elizabeth and niece, Skye. His rivalry with Sonny was strictly business related—Sonny was a close family friend.

And then he’d married Brenda. Almost immediately, Luke had disowned his oldest daughter and cast Sonny out of his inner circle. It hadn’t fazed Sonny—he’d kept building his empire and he and Brenda seemed no worse for the wear. They owned a huge estate on the outskirts of Port Charles with two daughters, Grace and Laura.

Jason had been at the top of his class at Harvard Business School and Luke and Sonny had fought bitterly over getting the younger man to work for their company. In the end, Jason chose Sonny simply because his half-brother AJ Quartermaine already worked for Luke. AJ and Jason hadn’t lived together in nearly ten years, but every time they met, tempers sparked and Jason didn’t want to spend the rest of his life like that.

Jason was the product of one of Alan Quartermaine’s many affairs and initially, Jason had lived with his father’s families. Alan Quartermaine died when AJ was fifteen and Jason twelve. As soon as the funeral was over, Alan’s widow, Monica, had sent Jason to live with relatives in Boston. He’d changed his last name to reflect the maiden name of Alan’s mother, of Jason’s grandmother, the only person in the Quartermaine house that had ever made him feel like he belonged.

He’d heard the rumors and the gossip about Luke’s hatred for Sonny and his resentment that Brenda had chosen Sonny over her family, but he’d never paid much attention to it. He got along with Brenda and Sonny, didn’t really care about the history behind them.

Until he met Elizabeth.

After their first meeting, she was everywhere. She’d sneak to the estate to see her sister, was at all the same restaurants as Jason, at the same parties. She’d inevitably end up near him. Contact would occur and Jason had to admit that he was interested. He’d flirted with the idea of asking her out, but she seemed permanently linked to AJ.

One conversation with Brenda had ended that idea. AJ was being groomed to take over the company. What wasn’t being left to Elizabeth, Luke was leaving to AJ in the hopes that if and when the two were married, he’d finally have the son Laura had never given him. Brenda told him that her sister was too kind to tell AJ otherwise—Elizabeth had no intention of marrying the Quartermaine heir.

Jason made up his mind the next time he saw her, he was going to ask her to dinner. He had, she’d accepted and the rest was history.

And now, their relationship was going to have to end. He didn’t want it that way, but it had become increasingly obvious that Luke Spencer lumped him in the same category as Sonny Corinthos. Enemy. And enemies weren’t allowed to marry his daughter.

“You don’t have to do it this way,” Sonny said, breaking into Jason’s thoughts.

“Yeah…” Jason’s sigh was heavy. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to let her give up her family just for me.”

Spencer Estate: Dining Room

Skye glanced across the table to Elizabeth. “I can’t believe he told her she could stay a few days,” she muttered, viciously spearing a piece of lemon chicken with her fork.

Elizabeth pushed her food around her plate and checked her watch. Ten more minutes before she was meeting Jason at his penthouse. Ten more minutes to think of a way to get her father to accept her relationship with Jason before Saturday night.

She sighed and decided to concentrate on Skye’s latest crisis. Caroline Benson, or “Carly” as she’d told Luke she was called, had waited for Luke to come from the office. She’d repeated her story and then Luke had called his sister, who was currently somewhere in Texas. Apparently her aunt had confirmed the existence of a second daughter. Unlike Skye, Barbara had actually raised Carly for a few years before leaving her with her father and taking off.

Elizabeth knew that the blonde had already earned Skye’s resentment for at least having met their mother. Skye hadn’t had the privilege since she was two years old and had been dumped on their doorstep.

Luke had agreed to let Carly stay awhile until he figured out what exactly the woman wanted. He’d then taken AJ to his office, and they were holed up working on another deal. Elizabeth was thankful that some new business problem had come up, therefore relieving her of having to be nice to AJ again. A few more days, she told herself, and then you’ll be able to be with Jason.

“Skye, it’s not Carly’s fault that Aunt Barbara raised her,” Elizabeth tried to remind her cousin. It was no use—Skye had already made up her mind.

“She’s tacky,” Skye grumbled. “Probably just a gold digger. Found out that Uncle Luke is rich and decided to cash in on her blood lines.”

“Well, we know where she got that from.” Elizabeth sighed and pushed her plate away. “I’m going to my room. Tell Daddy I’m tired and that I don’t want to be bothered.”

“In other words, you’re going to see your lover and you don’t want to get caught,” Skye murmured.

Elizabeth smirked. “Exactly. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She shoved her chair back and strode from the room.

Skye lifted her eyes to the staircase and glared at it. Carly was sleeping—the trip had taken a lot out of her, she’d said. If it was the last Skye ever did—she’d get rid of the little gold digging wench.

Jason’s Penthouse

“You’re early,” Jason remarked, pulling the door open and admitting Elizabeth. She frowned and set her purse on his nearby desk.

“You sound disappointed,” Elizabeth said. She tilted her head to the side. “You didn’t want to see me?”

“It’s not that,” Jason tried to explain. He sighed and looked away. “We need to talk.”

Fear suddenly choked her, stealing her ability to breathe correctly. “Talk?” Elizabeth strangled. “Talk about what?”

“Your father broke off negotiations,” Jason reported.

“I know. I heard when I was at the office this morning. So?” Elizabeth asked. “We’ve got worse problems than that.”

“I doubt it. Elizabeth, your father is never going to approve of us.”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t believe that. He won’t lose me. He already lost Brenda—I know he wouldn’t chance losing another daughter. Not after losing Mom.”

He took a step towards her, raised his hand as if to touch her face but in the end let it fall back to his side. “Elizabeth—”

“AJ’s going to propose,” she broke in desperately. “This Saturday. I just know it. We have to figure this out before he does it. He’s going to do it in the middle of the party—it’s going to be public. I can’t break his heart in front of all those people!”

Jason sucked in a deep breath and looked down at his shoes. “Maybe you shouldn’t,” he said quietly.

“What?” she asked, faintly. “You…you want me to marry him?”

“No!” Jason said, scowling. “I don’t want you to marry him.”

“Then what?” Elizabeth demanded. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t want you to marry him,” he repeated. He averted his eyes—fixed them on a blank spot on the wall across the room. “But I think you should.”

Her face fell and she bit her lower lip. “You think I should marry your brother.” She raised her eyes at him and he was a little surprised by the cold gaze. “You know, maybe I’m a little confused about what’s been going on here.” She folded her arms and glared at him. “See, I was under the impression that you loved me and that I loved you. That marrying AJ was not an option. That it was as laughable as me actually accepting a dinner date with Nikolas Cassadine. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe for you…it was about banging Luke Spencer’s precious baby—”

He pressed a finger against her lips to cut off her angry tirade. “I love you. You know that.”

“Then what’s going on?” she pleaded, dropping her arms to her side. “Why would you even suggest I marry him?”

Jason took a deep breath. “Elizabeth, we can’t be together if your father doesn’t approve.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Jason, we’ve discussed this—”

“Yeah, but I thought your father would see reason. Call off this stupid rivalry. Work out some sort of deal with Sonny.”

“Does my father’s approval mean so much to you?” she asked, surprised. “I thought you didn’t care what anyone else thought.”

“I don’t,” Jason argued. “I care about what losing your family is going to do to you—”

“If my father is too stubborn—”

“I don’t want you to resent me,” Jason cut in. “I know you say that won’t happen, but I’m not willing to take that chance.”

“So, what…it’s his approval or…” Elizabeth couldn’t even continue. She shook her head. “No. I’m not willing to accept that.”

“Elizabeth—”

“We’re going to be late,” Elizabeth said. She grabbed her purse and headed towards the door.

“Wait, we’re not done here—”

“And I don’t want to talk about it anymore!” She ran her hands through her hair, squeezing her eyes shut. “I…I just want to go to dinner with my sister and brother-in-law like we planned, okay? That’s all I want to do right now. I don’t want to discuss the future of our relationship!”

He wanted to get this over with—knew that it would be more painful in the long run to draw it out.

But in the end, her pleading expression won out. Jason sighed and nodded. “All right. Let’s go.”

Corinthos Estate: Kitchen

Elizabeth leaned against the counter and watched her brother-in-law stir the sauce. She was close to Sonny—always had been. But now he was married to her sister, they were almost like siblings. She’d come to Sonny more than once to talk about Jason.

She’d left Jason with Brenda in the living room. He loved visiting with Grace and Laura, Brenda’s daughters. They loved their “Uncle Jason” and jumped all over him the second he was in the door.

“He’s going to break up with me, isn’t he?”

Elizabeth’s soft question broke the silence and Sonny looked up at her. “Honey, I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

She shook her head and looked away. “He would have done it tonight if I hadn’t begged him to drop it.” She closed her eyes. “Why can’t anyone see that I just want the right to make my own decision…like Brenda. She fell in love, she was allowed to be with who she wanted to be with. Why can’t he see that’s all I want?”

“He adores you,” Sonny stated. He used the tip of his finger to taste the sauce and went back to stirring it. “He just wants you to be happy.”

“And I’m happy with him,” Elizabeth replied. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“Liz, you and Luke were always closer than Brenda and Luke,” Sonny replied. “Jason knows that. He knows that Luke depends on you to keep him sane. He doesn’t want to do anything that you might regret in the future.”

“I know my father isn’t over my mother’s death….but I am so sick of being expected to keep him in line. If I have to hear it one more time about how wonderful it’s going to be when AJ and I are married, I’m going be sick.”

“I know it’s difficult to swallow, but—”

“I’ll just have to convince Daddy that Jason’s the only person I want to be with,” Elizabeth said softly. “Jason doesn’t understand…I’m not marrying AJ. And I’m not going to pretend that this last year didn’t happen.”

Sonny glanced up and frowned at his sister-in-law but she seemed lost in her own world.

“One way or another, I’m going to get my way.”