March 27, 2014

I started converting Crimson Glass to WordPress in January, and had hoped to be finished almost a month ago. The bulk of the site had been moved over by then, but a few stories had remained. In another week or two, that will be complete, which makes me happy. I’ve wanted to convert to WordPress for years (even tried it once before my great disappearance) but in the six years of my hiatus, someone wrote a plug in that actually made it possible.

So, here’s where it stands: Everything has been moved over in its completion, which the exception of Sanctuary, Yesterdays and Aurora Dawning. I had actually forgotten AD because for some reason, it wasn’t posted on the old CG, so I’ve had to reformat it. I’m still working on the layout of that section, so expect it to look messy. Those three stories are being moved over in small chunks (Two chapters of Yesterdays a day, two or three of Sanctuary, and one part of AD at at time.) At that rate, it should be done in no more than two weeks. I’m going on vacation on Monday, March 31 for three days to Oxford, England, and doubt I’ll do much more than writing in my free time.

I finished reposting I Shall Believe, so all thirty three chapters are now online here. With that finished, I can move towards posting new stories. Starting tomorrow, with the first chapter of A Few Words Too Many, and then probably when I get back next Thursday, I’ll start reposting Daughters, with its revisions and its conclusion.

In poll news, it looks like after I finish Daughters, Few Words, Tangle, and These Small Hours, you’re getting The Best Thing followed by Mad World, but I’ll wait until June 1 and the poll officially closes to start digging in beyond plot sketches 😛

This entry is part 2 of 8 in the Aurora Dawning

Day One
Morning

Alexis Davis walked briskly from her large and elegant home to her personal stables. She’d sent down a message earlier for her fastest horse to be bridled and readied for the journey to her sister’s home.Susan Davis was her elder sister by a good ten years-she’d been married to John Morgan almost before Alexis could remember. But she’d always been happy–something Alexis envied seeing as how she was nearly thirty and destined to remain a spinster.Susan had three children whom Alexis couldn’t adore more if they were her own. Jason, the spitting image of his father; Alexander, who had more aspirations and dreams than any other young man Alexis knew; and dear sweet Chloe, the youngest at fifteen.

John Morgan had been killed in a farming accident nearly five years ago and it had thrown the entire family into a tailspin. Alexander had been fifteen and preparing for university but with his father’s death, he elected to stay at home and take on more of the responsibilities. Alexis had offered to pay for Alexander’s education many times or donate to Chloe’s dowry but Susan had always been counting on Jason to marry well and with Robin Scorpio, it would have been exactly the union she’d hoped for.

Of course if Jason were to marry the Princess, it would solve their problems even further. Alexander would attend the university free of charge and Chloe would not even need a dowry. And Elizabeth could be happy in the life Alexis’s family would provide for her.

Her stable hand, Kyle, was waiting out for her outside of the stables, the reins of her favorite horse-Zeus-in his hands.

“Good day, Kyle. How are you this morning?” Alexis asked, taking the reins from him and stroking the dark hair of the beast.

“Good, Miss Davis. Miss Maximilliana has agreed to marry me,” the young man announced proudly. Alexis smiled at him, knowing that he’d been pursuing Maximilliana Matthews, one of the chambermaids up at the castle, for some time.

“Well, that is very good news,” Alexis replied. She slid onto the horse and stroked its mane. “I am off to see my sister. Please be here when I return to wash Zeus down.”

“Yes, Lady Davis,” Kyle replied obediently.

She kicked Zeus’s sides and took off for the main road that would lead her to the Morgan Estate.

If one wanted to find the crown princess of the realm, they would need to look no further than the highest tower of the castle. She sat on the edge and looked out over the main road, tracking the comings and goings of pretty much anyone. The view was wide and vast and she enjoyed it there.

She’d been doing it since she was old enough to hide from her governess and she knew that as long as she lived in the castle, she’d do it.

With her marriage to Lucas Spencer looming ever so more closely, she knew in her heart, she’d never escape these walls.

“This is hardly the place for a girl who should be at a dress fitting.”

Elizabeth turned and smiled brilliantly at her elder brother. The heir to the throne was a tall and handsome young man with coal-black hair and deep caramel eyes. He looked remarkably like their uncle Michael and yet was distinctly his own person.

“Hello, my dear Nikolas,” Elizabeth greeted. She slid off the edge of the tower and embraced him. “It is good to see you home. How was Emily’s visit to her family?”

“I think it did her good to return to her childhood home,” Nikolas remarked, casually tousling his sister’s curly brown hair. She let the long length of it hang down her back, only tying it away from her face. “Mother is looking for you.”

“She hardly noticed that I was gone,” Elizabeth replied. “She cares only for this wedding. But I do not wish to speak of weddings and other silly things. I want to know more about your trip. Was the Quartermaine Estate as vast and beautiful as they say? With rolling green hills and streams filled with pure, cold water?”

Her eyes were lit up with excitement and it happened so rarely these days that Nikolas immediately told her of all his adventures at his wife’s family home, doing his best to describe the beautiful landscape. She’d never been further than the village outside the walls of the castle and he knew it saddened her greatly to face marriage to someone who would never take her anywhere.

“It sounds so wonderful,” Elizabeth said wistfully. Her eyes found the edge of the Quartermaine lands. It was a confined view, blocked by trees and the horizon. “I think I could really enjoy living in such a place.”

“You and my wife both,” Nikolas said ruefully. “Since we began preparing for the trip home to the palace, Emily has withdrawn again and not speaking much. I wish that she wasn’t. I wish that she would talk to me.”

“Have faith, dear brother,” Elizabeth said, touching his hand in comfort. “It cannot be easy for her to uproot herself from the only home she has known and be married to a man she only met the morning of the ceremony.”

“It has been six months,” Nikolas argued. “Six months of waiting for her to get used to her new home and to her husband. She does not love me, Elizabeth, and I fear she never will.”

Elizabeth laughed then. “Life is very long, Nikolas. You cannot say a thing like that. Why, I might even learn to love Lucas.”

“I doubt that,” Nikolas told her. “He is not the man I would have chosen for you. Not at all. You do not need the captain of the guard.”

“Who would you have chosen?” Elizabeth asked pointedly. “If you were the king and it were up to you ?”

“Well, I would have asked you who it is you wished for,” he responded. “And it if that was suitable enough, I would have given you that. I only wish for your happiness, Elizabeth.”

“There is no one I wish for,” Elizabeth admitted. “I have yet to find someone who makes my blood run hot and all of the nerve endings in my skin stand on end. I want someone who excites me, who challenges me…” she sighed. “Who does not live inside a castle.”

“Where do you come up with these things?” Nikolas asked. “What makes you think love is like that at all?”

“Who are you to say that it is not?” Elizabeth responded in kind. “You do not say that you love Emily, only that you want her affection. Who says that love is not exciting and challenging and passionate? And why should I settle for less?”

“Because our father has decided you will marry Lucas and I do love my wife, Elizabeth. I am insulted that you think differently. I love her very much. And my respect for her knows no bounds. But it is not the excitement and hot blood you speak of.”

“And why must there be only one kind of love?” Elizabeth demanded. She sighed and folded her arms across the light blue silky material of her dress. “Why must I learn to love Lucas rather being able to marry the man I love?”

“You say that there is no one that you love,” Nikolas reminded her. “How do you know that Lucas will not be that man one day?”

“I cannot imagine Lucas loving anyone so passionately. I can’t even imagine Lucas being so passionate at all,” Elizabeth said with a sigh. “It matters not since I am marrying him in a month’s time whether I wish to or not.”

Nikolas kissed his sister’s forehead. “You think too much and you want things you can never have. Maybe you should…learn to accept the reality of your life,” he advised her.

“You’re probably right.” She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and gave him a small smile. “I should get back to the fitting. Excuse me, brother.”

She moved away and headed over to the stairs leading down from the tower. When she’d disappeared inside the castle, Nikolas sighed. He did not like seeing her so unhappy and he feared that she would forever be that way if this marriage were to go through. Lucas was a good man but he did not understand Elizabeth, did not understand her stubbornness, her streak of independence. Her yearning for more than a life in the castle.

It was true that Nikolas would not have chosen a man like Lucas for his sister, but he wasn’t sure if anyone could make Elizabeth happy.

CRACK!

Jason Morgan swung the axe over his head and brought it down one more time, effectively splitting the wood in half. He set the split pieces aside and pulled another log on top of the trunk he was using to steady it.

“Jason!”

He swung the axe again and planted it deep inside the log before turning to see his sister hurrying towards him on the path from the house. Her long golden hair streamed out behind her and she looked upset. Worried, Jason abandoned his chores and met her halfway. “Chloe? What is wrong?”

“Aunt Alexis is here and she has…she has some news. You must come to the house at once,” Chloe told him. She tugged on his shirtsleeve, which was torn after a disagreement between himself and one of the cows.

“News?” Jason echoed as he let the blonde pull him down the path. “Is it the sort of the news that put that sad look in your eye?”

“She has come to break your betrothal,” Chloe remarked softly. “You and Lady Robin will not be marrying in six weeks time.”

Stunned, Jason stared at her. He shook his head. “You must have misunderstood. Alexis knows how much this marriage means to Mother. She would not break it-”

“It was decided by the Supreme Head of the High Council himself,” Chloe reported in a hushed voice as the approached the dilapidated porch of the simple one-story home John Morgan had built during the early years of his marriage.

“Michael Corinthos? What interest could he take in a betrothal like this?” Jason replied.

“I cannot tell you that at this time.”

Jason glanced up at the doorway to see his aunt there, looking at him sternly, her brown hair pulled back tightly, her mouth set in a determined line. “I see that Chloe was unable to keep this to herself.”

Chloe flushed and clasped her hands behind her back. “I am sorry, Aunt Alexis. I only wished to tell Jason as soon as possible. But he does not understand and nor do I.”

“Why does Michael Corinthos care about my marriage?” Jason asked.

Susan Morgan and Alexander joined the trio on the porch. Susan sighed. “Jason, I know that living out here makes it easier for you to forget this but…you are noble born. We do not live in the style of most, but Michael Corinthos concerns himself with you because of that.”

Jason shrugged. “Being of noble blood does me no good. It does not do the chores, it does not set food on the table so why worry about it?”

“It is because of your noble lineage that I come. Your presence has been requested at a sequestered meeting,” Alexis informed him. “So, clean up and saddle up. We must go as soon as possible.”

Jason shook his head. “I cannot just leave. I have responsibilities, chores-”

“Alexander can take care of that today. Your presence has been requested by Michael Corinthos himself. You must go,” Susan said firmly. She touched Alexis’s shoulder, her eyes turning a darker shade of blue and going slightly distant. “Yes…you must go.”

Recognizing the telltale signs of one of his mother’s visions, Jason dropped his objections and moved past the crowd in order to wash and change.

“Has anyone seen the princess?”

Michael’s voice boomed over the stables and his niece cowered in the corner, clutching one of the small kittens in her hands.

Elizabeth, the crown princess and second in line to the throne, was all of seven years. Her long hair was tangled, her white dress smudged with the dirt of the stables.

One of the stable hands nervously pointed her out to her uncle and he crossed the stables to kneel in front of her. “Hello, Beth,” he said softly. He reached for the tabby kitten in her hands but she shook her head and shrunk back.

“She is mine. Dillon told me I could keep her!” she complained. She gestured towards one of the children of the stable hands who squeaked and dived into a bale of hay when Michael’s eyes roved over him.

“Beth, you know that animals are not allowed inside,” Michael told her quietly, reaching for it again. She stubbornly shook her head. “They breed infection and spread germs. You know how your mother feels about it.”

“She is mine,” Elizabeth whispered. Her wide sapphire eyes filled with tears and she hugged it a little closer, being very careful not to squeeze the small animal. “She already loves me.”

“Why not keep her here in the stables and you can come visit her?” Michael suggested.

“I cannot visit her…Mother is always watching and so is Nanny Audrey. I want her in my room where she can sleep on my bed and keep me company on my window seat,” Elizabeth said stubbornly.

“Honey…you cannot keep her.” Knowing that he was running out of time to bring his niece to her parents, he tugged the kitten out of her arms.

“No!” Elizabeth cried. “No, please Uncle Michael! Don’t take her!”

“You!” Michael ordered to young Dillon Hornsby who had peeked out of his hay. “Take this animal wherever it is you keep them.”

Dillon hesitantly took the tabby from him, his eyes trained on the softly sobbing princess. “Yes, my lord,” he muttered hastily, a little bit of disdain in his voice for the uncle who had ripped the kitten from his niece. But one glare from the council member had him scrambling to the other side of the stable.

“I hate you!” Elizabeth cried. She stood and glared at him, her eyes darkening so quickly that even Michael found himself stepping away. Young children who had magical powers were dangerous because they were unable to control their emotions. It was part of the reason young sorcerers were taken and schooled and enchantresses were…well, it was best not to speak of what happened to unfortunate little girls who had special powers.

“Elizabeth, you should have known you would not be able to keep it,” Michael chided. He put a hand on her shoulder but she jerked away from him. “Please, calm down.”

She did and her eyes lightened to their normal sapphire shade. But they were cold and she was looking at him differently than before.

“I will never forgive you for this,” she said softly and yet with a touch of frost in her voice. She’d become her mother-his sister-and the realization saddened him quite a bit.

Michael found himself thinking of that day more often than he would like. He thought she might grow up and eventually she would love him like she once had. Twelve years had passed but she’d never forgotten.

He was seated in his private rooms, in the sitting area. He was about tell Elizabeth of the broken betrothal and her meeting with Jason Morgan and as always, when he was preparing to meet with her one on one, he thought of that day when she’d been so young and trusting and all she’d wanted in the world was a kitten.

“My lord?”

Michael glanced up and stood. “Beth, I am glad you came so quickly.”

Her eyes were disinterested, her hands clasped in front of her, her hair tied neatly back. She was every image of the perfect princess and none of the child she’d been once. “You requested my immediate presence. What is it that you wanted?”

“I wanted to be the one to tell you that you will not be marrying Lucas Spencer in a month’s time.”

A flicker of surprise crossed her face but it was gone almost as quickly as it had come and she shrugged. “And what is it that you want in return?”

Michael frowned. “What?”

“I doubt that you are acting in my best interests,” she said quietly. “So what is it that you want?”

“Maybe I did it so that you could be happy,” Michael said defensively, disregarding that he had only broken the betrothal so that she would be free to marry Jason. He had his own reasons for believing Elizabeth to be the chosen female in the legend.

“You have never taken an interest in my happiness, why start now?” Elizabeth asked bluntly. “What do you want from me, Michael?”

“Elizabeth…” Michael sighed. She would not listen to him about her part in a legend and her duty to her world to marry a man she’d never met. She didn’t trust him, didn’t like him. She would not take kindly to that news.

“Take a walk with me,” he said instead. He’d walk past the spot in the gardens that he and Alexis had decided on and see if she had brought Jason with her.

“I do not want to.”

“It is not a request,” Michael said pointedly. “Come.” He wouldn’t placate her any longer. Her marriage to Jason would not be a request but an order if he had to do so.

He started out of the rooms and glanced back only once when he realized Elizabeth wasn’t following. He gave her a stern glare and she sighed, falling into step beside him.

——

Barbara hesitantly knocked on Robin’s sitting room. The two women occupied separate wings of the house.

After a moment, the tiny young woman opened the door and smiled hesitantly. “Barbara, is there something you wished to speak to me about?”

“Yes. May I come in?”

Robin stepped aside and let her guardian enter. “Is there word from my parents? Will they be able to attend the wedding?”

Barbara sat on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. “Sit, my dear.”

Robin’s lower lip trembled and she clasped her hand together, nervously. “Has…has something happened to them?” she asked fearfully. She didn’t feel that she should lose her parents so soon after losing her aunt and uncle.

She’d been left in Malcolm and Felicia Scorpio’s care nearly three years ago after her parents had been given an extremely dangerous mission in the neighboring kingdom of Derwyn.

But soon after they’d left, Malcolm–or Mac as he’d been affectionately called–had been called to stage a mission near the northern borders of Rhigwyn. He’d taken his partner and wife with him, Felicia Jones-Scorpio. Felicia was the widow of Frisco Jones, Anthony Jones’s brother and it was deemed appropriate that the then fifteen year old girl would reside with Anthony and Barbara.

But just weeks ago, Mac and Felicia had been killed and Robin had been counting on more regular visits from her parents now that their mission was coming to an end. Robin sank onto the seat next to her guardian with trembling hands.

“Oh, darling, it is nothing like that all. It’s just…the High Council has broken your betrothal to Jason. I am so sorry that I alarmed you,” Barbara sighed. “Are you terribly disappointed?”

“Not especially,” Robin admitted. “I am of age and should be getting married. Jason is a nice man and I am sure he will make a good husband for any woman. But I do not love him and I am content in remaining here until a husband is found for me.”

“Well, you are taking this much more calmly than I had anticipated.” Barbara smiled and patted Robin’s hand. “Good. I will let the council know of your cooperation and I will begin making new contacts.”

Robin nodded. “Thank you, Barbara.”

“Aunt Alexis, what are we waiting for here?” Jason asked, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants. He’d barely stepped foot into the main village of Rhigwyn in his entire twenty-four years much less the private gardens of the castle and to say he was uncomfortable and out of place would be an understatement.

“Michael is meeting us here and I promise we will explain everything,” Alexis pledged. She sat on one of the stone benches and sighed. “Are you disappointed about Robin?”

Jason shook his head. “No. I had only met Robin a few times. You and I both know that I was really marrying her for Chloe. She deserves a better kind of life and the only way that will happen is if the Morgan name has more respect attached to it,” Jason said.

“Chloe is a wonderful girl. She will find someone.”

“And Alexander. Alexander wants to attend the university,” Jason reminded her. “But we cannot afford to lose his help yet. We needed this.”

“But Jason, you do not care for Robin the way a man should care for his wife,” Alexis chastised.

“I would have treated her just as my father treated my mother,” Jason snapped, insulted.

“I am only saying that you do not love her and settling for less is unfair for the both of you,” Alexis replied with no trace of apology in her voice.

“Some of us are not allowed the luxury of marrying for love.”

Someone cleared their throat behind them and Jason turned, his eyes settling on a petite brunette in a silk sapphire dress that matched the shade of her eyes. She was tiny, would probably come no higher than his biceps and he could probably span her waist with his hands.

The moment her eyes found his, thunder crashed and the bright blue of the sky turned to coal-black. Multitudes of stars shot through the inky darkness before it abruptly returned to the spring day it’d been only a moment ago.

Elizabeth blinked. “What was that?” she asked softly.

Alexis stood and folded her arms tightly across her chest. “That was the sign,” she said softly. She looked at Michael, who seemed a little stunned.

“Sign of what?” Elizabeth demanded. She moved away from her uncle and stalked over to Alexis. “Sign ofwhat ?” she repeated. “Who is this?” she gestured towards Jason.

“Elizabeth, this is my nephew, Jason Morgan. Jason, this is Elizabeth, the crown princess of Rhigwyn.”

Jason bowed slightly. “My lady.”

Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed and she looked towards Michael. She shook her head and took a step back. “No. Michael…”

“What is going on here?” Jason asked. He frowned, not liking the paleness of Elizabeth’s already light skin. “Are you all right, my lady?”

This is why you broke my betrothal?” she demanded scathingly. “You wished for me to take a walk with you-would not take no for an answer-and you bring me to meet Alexis’s nephew.” She glared at her uncle. “What does he have that Lucas does not? Is he more noble? Is he more worthy? Will he put me in such a large cage I will not even realize I’m trapped?”

Alarmed, Alexis put a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. “Elizabeth, you do not understand what is going on here.”

Elizabeth shook the hand off easily and stepped away, moving backwards, never taking her eyes off her uncle who’d yet to speak a word. “I understand completely. Lucas would have let me have too much freedom. He does not quite understand me but he might let me have some liberty. We cannot have that can we now?”

“Elizabeth, do not overreact,” Michael said finally. “There is something going on here that you are not aware of–”

“You know…when you told me I did not have to marry Lucas, for one moment I thought that you loved me. That you were doing this for me because you knew how much I hated this…” She shook her head, tears shining brightly in her eyes. “But then I remembered. I remembered who you are. And who you will neverbe.”

She turned on her heel and stalked away. Alexis started after her but Michael put a hand on her elbow. “She will not listen to us and she will not accept an explanation. Not right now.”

“Then perhaps you might offer me one,” Jason spoke up. “Why was she so upset? And what happened here a few moments ago?”

Alexis sighed and looked towards Jason. “The simplest question to answer is why she is so upset and it is purely because-”

“Because twelve years ago, I took her kitten away,” Michael said softly, regret in his eyes. “Her mother would not have allowed her to have it inside the castle but she wanted it so badly. And I took it away. She has never forgiven me for that.”

“It is not as easy as it might seem to be the princess,” Alexis tried to explain. “She spends most of her time locked in her room and unable to leave the grounds. It is a very lonely existence.”

Jason nodded. “And she thought you were controlling her life even more so by bringing her here. But surely she misunderstood your intentions. You do not mean to arrange a betrothal between the two of us.”

“Why not?” Michael asked pointedly. “You are the nephew of a high-ranking council member. You are descended from the original captain of the king’s guard. What makes you so unworthy of marrying the princess?”

Jason swallowed hard and glanced at Alexis. “Surely you are joking,” he said quietly. “She is the crown princess, second in line to the throne. I may have the blood of noble men past, but I am just a farmer now.”

“Under normal circumstances, you would not have been the first man I would have chosen.”

“Normal circumstances,” Jason echoed. “And what makes these circumstances abnormal?”

“Have you heard of the legend behind the Aurora Dawning?” Michael asked conversationally.

“My father studied it quite closely,” Jason answered. “I know that it is due to occur in seven days, on Saturday night at midnight. The legend is that unless two specific people are celebrating the consummation of a holy union, the realm will be cursed with a thousand years of damnation.” He hesitated. “Do you believe that the princess and I are these two people?”

“We not only believe it, but we now know it. What happened here a few moments ago proves it,” Michael replied. “Now, it matters not to me whether the two of you agree with it or believe it yourself. It is the decision of the High Council that you will wed Elizabeth seven days from now.”

Alexis sighed. “Michael, it is not Jason that you need to speak to like this. It is your own flesh and blood.” She looked to her nephew. “What do you think of all this?”

“I know of the legend and I know what is to happen when the two people meet,” Jason responded. “It is my duty to my family and my home that I do as the council wishes.”

“Splendid,” Alexis said with a smile. “I will see you home and we will explain everything to your family. Michael, perhaps you should see to Elizabeth.”

“She will not listen to any explanation I will offer so I await your return. She will take it more calmly if it came from you.” Michael nodded to Jason before walking away.

“He speaks of her as if she were not his family, his sister’s daughter,” Jason said, a little disturbed. “Has he really no heart like they say?”

“Michael is a good man and he loves his family very much. He has always had a strained relationship when it comes to Elizabeth. Come, we will retrieve our horses and head for the farm.”

“Does he really think it is all because of a kitten he took from her?” he asked skeptically as Alexis led him towards the stables.

Alexis shrugged. “It is possible that it is where her distrust of him started, yes. That day has weighed heavily in his mind for a long time, Jason and I believe if he had a chance to do it again, he would give her the kitten if only for her to smile at him once again.”

“I can explain it to my mother,” Jason told his aunt once they rode their horses into the barn on the estate. He slid off and started to unhook the bridle. “You should go and talk to the princess.”

“Jason! You are back!” Chloe called from the corner of the barn. She poked her head out. “Come quickly! Lady is having her kittens!”

Jason smiled and shook his head. “Would you like to see some of the new additions to the family?” he asked his aunt. He moved towards the corner of the barn where the cats gave birth to their kittens and the dogs to their puppies. Chloe was an animal lover and always had a cat or dog trailing after her.

He squatted down as one of the tabby cats was giving birth to her sixth litter. Surrounding her were other various sized cats. “She is doing well. By now, she should not even need supervision.”

“I think these will be the most lovely yet,” Chloe said gleefully.

Jason glanced at one of the short-haired orange kittens watching the scene with a bit of interest. “Alexis.”

“Hmmm?”

“Did she ever…get the kitten she wanted?” he asked her.

Alexis frowned a little. “No. The one she picked out stayed in the barn and she visited it a lot…the cat died giving birth to a litter of kittens. She was inconsolable.” She shook her head sadly. “Michael kept track of the cat, believe it or not.”

Chloe frowned. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing.” Jason stood and paused only to sweep the tiny orange kitten into his hands. “Alexis, I will see you off.”

“Good day, darling, give my love to your mother and brother,” Alexis said to Chloe before following Jason to Zeus. “What are you doing with that cat?”

Jason grabbed one of the horse blankets-one of the smaller ones for the foals-and delicately wrapped the kitten in it. “No one should be denied something they seem to want so desperately. Perhaps…you can find a way to give her this.” He held the bundle out to his aunt.

“Oh, Jason…” Alexis took it from him. “This…I did not expect anything like this. She…she will adore it.” She kissed his cheek. “You know about the legend, but do you know what the shooting stars represent?”

He frowned. “They’re not part of…what happens?’

“No…it’s actually very old folklore. Shooting stars…it is said that if a man and woman see a shooting star the first time they meet…they will know the truest of loves.”

“I…did not know that,” Jason said lamely. He stepped away from his aunt and cleared his throat. “I should go speak with my mother.”

“I should get back as well. I will find a way to give the kitten to Elizabeth, you have my word.”

Afternoon

Elizabeth was seated in her window seat of her sitting room when a soft knock sounded on her door. “Come in,'” she called listlessly.

Her handmaid, Gia Campbell, entered. “My lady, I was wondering if you were in need of anything.”

“No. I do not think I’ll be needing you for the rest of the day, so you are free to do as you wish.” Elizabeth smiled a little at the only person in her life she might consider a friend.

Gia hesitated. “My lady, you seem…a little sad. Is everything all right or is too bold for me to ask?”

“I will not be marrying Lucas Spencer,” Elizabeth remarked. She glanced at Gia. “And I believe my uncle is already at work on another betrothal.”

“Well, my lady, you did not wish to marry Lucas,” the young woman said hesitantly. “Would this not be a good thing?”

“Yes,” Elizabeth admitted. “But he is arranging a betrothal between me and a man that I do not know and have only met this afternoon. At least…I knew Lucas.”

Gia smoothed her calloused hands down her gray skirt and cleared her throat. “Who is he?” she asked.

“Jason Morgan, Alexis’s nephew,” Elizabeth replied. “I have no doubt that he will know how to deal with me and would have more free time to control me. That must have been Michael’s primary motive for doing this to me. Lucas would be away often and I would have too much freedom. That cannot be allowed.”

“My lady, perhaps you are looking at this the wrong way,” Gia began. She sat primly on the edge of the window seat. “Surely, you should get to know this Jason Morgan before you make that assumption. Lord Corinthos would not do this to you without some sort of reason and I do not believe it is to control you.”

“Michael Corinthos cares for no one and he most especially does not care for females with a strong mind,” Elizabeth retorted quickly.

There was a knock on the door to her private suit and Gia hurried to open it, revealing Alexis. She was holding the horse blanket in her arms. “Elizabeth, I would like to speak with you.”

“Yes I suppose you would,” Elizabeth replied. “Gia, you are dismissed for the day. Thank you.”

“Yes, my lady.” Gia curtsied and left the room.

“Before I tell you what it is you need to know, I have something for you.” Alexis sat on the window seat, placing the bundle in her lap. She delicately separated the folds to reveal the small orange kitten.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened and she looked up at Alexis. “Is…is she really for me?”

The elder woman smiled. “Yes. Here, take her.”

Almost before the words left Alexis’s lips, Elizabeth had scooped her up and was cuddling her in her arms. “Thank you…thank you so much.”

“It is not me you need to thank but my nephew.”

Elizabeth blinked and shook her head. “I do not understand. How could he have known that I wanted a kitten?”

“Michael mentioned that day…when you were seven. It weighs on him heavily, Elizabeth. I wish that you would forgive him.”

Elizabeth ignored that and smiled. “So your nephew sent a cat for me. He seems…very sweet.” She held the kitten up and the animal mewed in protestation of being roused from the sleep she’d been falling into. “Well, then I will call you Morgan.”

“Jason is a good man,” Alexis said. “The very image of his father, my sister’s husband. And you would greatly enjoy the land that the Morgans own. A lot of green hills, a small stream that feeds into the lake, a lush forest.”

“So it is true. I am to be betrothed to Jason.” Elizabeth set the kitten next to her on the window seat and Morgan immediately began exploring her new environment.

“It is not just a betrothal.” Alexis hesitated. “Do you know the legend behind the Aurora Dawning?”

Understanding blossomed in Elizabeth’s eyes. “You believe that Jason and I are the people that are spoken of in the legend.”

“The day turned to night when you met…you are the people that we are seeking. Seven days from now, on the dusk of the seventh day-you will be married. It is an order from the High Council.”

Content with her new life, Morgan bounded into Elizabeth’s lap and curled into a tiny ball to sleep. “Tell me about Jason,” Elizabeth asked, her small fingers stroking Morgan’s soft fur.

“He does not believe in controlling people-and he would treat you so kindly. Even if you were not the princess, he would treat you as though you are because my brother-in-law treated my sister like she was a queen. He does not know how to be any different.” Alexis patted Elizabeth’s knee. “He will do anything to please you-even if you wish to climb a tree and spend the night. You will have the independence you so long for…and a good husband with a close and loving family.”

“So you are saying that I will have everything that I have always wanted…except a marriage borne from love,” Elizabeth said softly.

“If there is any man out there that you might love, it would be Jason. You just have to give him the chance.”

“So what is to happen now?” Elizabeth asked, not looking at the council member.

“Well, I suppose that is entirely up to the two of you for the next few days. If you would like, I could arrange for Jason to come to see you again. You could get to know one another.” Alexis sighed. “Elizabeth, I wish that there were something I could say to make you feel better about all of this.”

“There is nothing you could say, my lady. My life is not my own to live how I see fit.” Elizabeth’s large blue eyes were sad then. “I came to terms with this long ago.”

“Then I will take my leave. Shall I send to word to my nephew?”

“If you like. I may as well take the opportunity to thank him for the kitten.” She smiled then, feathering her fingers lightly over Morgan’s soft fur.

Chloe set the basket of bread on the dining table and sat down with a large plop-very unladylike in deed. “You are marrying the princess?” she asked in a hushed tone.

Susan frowned. “Are you sure that you heard your aunt correctly?”

Jason nodded and handed the plate of roasted chicken to Alexander. “You know that Father studied the legend of the Aurora Dawning. You must have suspected.”

His mother nodded. “I suspected but I never dared to hope-and now you are betrothed to the princess. It is quite a lot to take in.”

“What is she like?” Chloe asked. “Is she devastatingly beautiful? Is she like the ones from the books? Kind and perfect and all that?”

“She is very pretty,” Jason assured his sister. “As for perfect and kind…I only met her briefly so I could not form an actual opinion.”

“Will you live here?” Alexander pressed. “Or at the castle?”

“I am not sure. It was not brought up. I would assume since she is only second in line to the throne that we would live here.”

“I would hope so as we can ill afford to lose you here,” Susan remarked. “But this is a very good thing to happen to our family-” she broke off and stood. “Someone is approaching the front of the house.”

Chloe jumped up. “I will go see who it is.”

Alexander followed before Susan even had to even suggest it. Once they were both absent, Susan stared at her eldest child thoughtfully.

Feeling strangely uncomfortable, Jason shifted. “Is there something wrong?”

“Chloe tells me that you sent a kitten home with Alexis.” Susan smiled softly. “My sister does not care for animals so who was it intended for?”

“The princess,” Jason admitted. “Alexis told me that she had wanted one as a child and it died while having a litter of kittens.”

“It was a very kind thing to do. She seems to have made quite a good impression on you,” Susan observed.

“She immediately assumed that Michael Corinthos was arranging a new betrothal for her after breaking her last one and I fear that she thinks I am going to control her-trap her so to speak.”

“It cannot be easy being a woman in the royal family. Not being the direct heir but not being an ordinary girl,” his mother said. “You will have to make an effort to gain her trust as I do not think she would easily give it.”

“I only have seven days, I doubt I will make much progress.”

“If you go about it right, it would only take an hour,” Susan said.

Before Jason could ask her for suggestions, Chloe and Alexander moved back into the room, Chloe wore a dazed expression.

“Who was it?” Susan asked.

“A royal messenger,” Alexander remarked. He guided his sister back into a seat. “With a letter for Jason.” He handed his older brother the thick cream-colored envelope.

With little ceremony, Jason ripped the side of the envelope off and extracted a piece of paper with the same material and color as its envelope. “It is from Aunt Alexis. The princess wishes me to return to the castle tomorrow at my earliest convenience so that she may thank me in person for the kitten.”

“Kitten?” Alexander repeated.

“He sent the princess one of the kittens born two months ago,” Chloe reported with a dreamy smile. “It that not the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?”

Jason scowled. “I do not know that I can afford to give up more time. There is so much to be done-”

“I can handle it,” Alexander cut in. “You are to marry her in seven days, brother. You should get the chance to know her more.”

“Wouldn’t it be so wonderful if they were to fall in love for real?” Chloe gushed.

“Hush, Chloe. You must get your head out of the clouds and live in the real world,” Susan chastised.

Chloe folded her hands in her lap. “Yes, Mother,” she said meekly. After a moment, she glanced up at Jason. “Are you going to go?”

“It is a royal invitation-I doubt he has a choice,” Alexander remarked.

“It does say at my earliest convenience so maybe I could do the chores-”

“You’ll go after breakfast,” Susan interrupted. “You have an obligation to her now, Jason. And after all, she does want to thank you. Alexander can handle the chores.”

“I cannot believe how cliché it is for the princess to be the chosen one,” Laura sighed. She took her seat at the council table next to her husband, Luke. “What is Lucas supposed to do now? There is no other eligible woman worthy of him.”

“There is Lady Scorpio. With her betrothal to Jason broken, she is free,” her husband pointed out.

Laura snorted. “Robin Scorpio is hardly worthy of our son, Luke. Be reasonable.”

Barbara Jones sat down across from Laura and glared at her. “Robin is too good for your son and I would never consent to a marriage.”

“Well, I am glad that pettiness is still alive and well,” Skye Chandler murmured as she took her seat. She set some paperwork down to smile at Monica and Alan Quartermaine.

“Would you expect any less?” Monica asked dryly. She was only a council member due to her marriage into the Quartermaine family. The Quartermaines were one of the most privileged families in the realm and all eligible adults from their blood line served on the council.

“No,” Skye replied with a rueful smile.

“Here is the text you were searching for,” Jasper Jacks took his seat next to the redhead and slid the paper towards her. “What did you need it for?”

“Michael asked me to do some research on the Dawning,” Skye said. “Thank you.”

Michael entered the room then and as always, Alexis and Caroline were in tow. They took their seats at the head of the table. “I have spoken to the king and queen. The marriage is set.”

Ned Ashton sighed. “I cannot imagine that the princess took it well.”

“On the contrary, the princess enjoyed meeting my nephew,” Alexis revealed. “I have made arrangements for them to meet again in the morning.”

Barbara snorted. “The princess has never been a suitable member of the royal family. I have no doubt the news that she may live freely on a farm raised her spirits.”

Michael narrowed his eyes and leaned forward. “Barbara, I might remind you that you speaking of one in line to the throne.”

The redhead murmured her apology.

“Anyhow, the dawning is on schedule and we might turn to other matters concerning the realm,” Michael continued.

 

This entry is part 7 of 16 in the Yesterdays

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Elizabeth sighed and tugged at the bodice of the black dress. She met her friend Emily Cassadine’s brown eyes in the mirror in her bedroom. “I don’t feel right, Emily. My little girl is lying in a hospital bed and I’m getting dressed up to go out with someone.”

“I think it’s about time you did something for yourself,” Emily told her. She pushed Elizabeth’s hands away and straightened the thin black straps holding the ankle length silk dress up. “I’ve never seen this dress before. Where’d you get it?”

“In Paris,” Elizabeth murmured. “The last trip before Port Charles.” She turned to the side. “The cut’s simple–I don’t think it’s too far out of style but it’s really the newest thing I own.”

“You’re fine, you look great.” Emily sighed. “Honey, I’m not asking you to fall in love with Ric. But it’ll be good for you to start moving on. You’ve been divorced for four years.”

“Three years and nine months,” Elizabeth corrected automatically. “It’s September. Four years in December.”

“Okay, that’s what I’m talking about,” Emily replied. “I know you guys were in love, but you need to let go. To get out, meet new people.”

“Em–”

“Don’t argue.” Emily checked her watch. “Okay, we’d better get downstairs. Ric will be here any minute.”


Jason frowned when he pulled up Elizabeth’s house and saw two unfamiliar cars–one parked in the driveway and the other right in front of him–blocking where he’d parked before.

He got out of the car and was half way up the walk before he noticed the man in a dark suit ringing the doorbell. He narrowed his eyes.

“Who are you?” he called out.

The man turned to look at him. He was dressed in a tuxedo with dark hair, tanned skin and dark eyes–pretty much the complete opposite of Jason.

“Richard Lansing,” he said, extending his hand as Jason walked up the front stairs and stood on the porch. “Who are you?”

“Jason Morgan,” Jason remarked shortly.

“Morgan,” Richard repeated. “Are you Elizabeth’s brother?”

“I’m her husband,” Jason said immediately. “Who are you?”

Richard stepped back, confused. “Her husband?” he repeated. “I didn’t know she was married.”

Jason stepped closer to him. “Well now you do.”


“Okay, so why is your ex-husband standing on the porch with Ric?” Emily asked pushing one of the sheer curtains aside.

Elizabeth pulled the front door open just in time to hear Ric say, “I’m sure Emily would have mentioned if Elizabeth was married.”

“I’m not married,” Elizabeth said, furiously. She pushed the screen door open and stepped out onto the porch, glaring at Jason. “I’m divorced and this is my ex-husband.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Jason demanded.

“I’m going out. Do you have a problem?” Elizabeth asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Jason looked her up and down before clenching his jaw. “You’re going out on date in a dress bought you?”

“Liz, Ric, you should get going before the party starts,” Emily said, stepping out behind her friend. “I’ll make sure Jason finds his way back to his car.”

Elizabeth shot Jason one more nasty look before taking Ric’s offered hand and walking down the walk to the car.

Jason glared at the red convertible until it disappeared around a corner. He turned to see the taller brunette looking at him oddly. “What?” he demanded.

“Emily Cassadine,” she said, extending her hand. “My husband represented Elizabeth in the divorce.”

“I know,” Jason said, not taking her hand. “Who the hell was that and what was he doing with my wife?”

“Your ex-wife,” Emily corrected. “And he was taking her on a date.” She crossed her arms. “How’s your new wife?” she asked pointedly.

“She divorced me,” Jason muttered looking away. “Said I was still too in love with my first wife.”

“Yeah, I can see where she might get that idea.” Emily stepped towards him. “Listen to me–she’s not your wife anymore and I swear if you hurt her–”

“I’m not going to hurt her,” Jason said, incredulously. “I never wanted to hurt her.”

“We do a lot of things we never wanted to.” Emily tipped her head towards his rented Porsche. “Why don’t you go now?”

Jason glared at her. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

Settling for glaring at Elizabeth’s friend once more, Jason stalked down the steps and went to his car.

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.


“I’m sorry about Jason,” Elizabeth apologized as they drove towards the Port Charles Hotel where the charity ball was being held.

“It’s fine,” Ric replied. He shrugged. “He seemed like he hasn’t accepted the divorce. How long has it been?”

“Four years,” Elizabeth replied. “And he’s remarried.”

“Oh. He didn’t seem like it.”

Elizabeth folded her arms. “Can we not talk about him?” She forced a smile. “Tell me about yourself.”


Five hours later, Elizabeth refused Ric’s offer to walk her to her door. He was disappointed–since he was in the middle of another story about his days at Harvard.

When she’d told him to tell her about himself, she hadn’t meant for him to take it quite so literally. From the moment she’d said it until about five seconds ago, he hadn’t shut up.

She’d never been quite so bored in her whole life and truth be told, she’d stopped listening to him about halfway through the second course. Her mind had wandered to more important things–such as Olivia’s recovery or why Jason had been so adamant about being her husband.

She jerked her black shawl around her shoulders a little more tightly to brace against the chilly winds of late September. She reached into the tiny matching black purse and started looking for her house keys.

“Paris. September 1998.”

His voice startled her and she jumped away from the door. “Where the hell are you?” she demanded.

She heard some rustling from the far end of the porch and she heard the scrape of one of the porch chairs. “Paris,” he repeated, bleeding out from the shadows. She was stunned to see him stumbling just a bit–his blonde hair tousled, his eyes bloodshot–and a bottle of Jack Daniels vodka in his hand.

“Jason, what’s wrong with you?” Elizabeth asked. She set her purse and keys down on one of the tables and moved towards him.

“Our last trip there,” he continued. He leaned against the wall and took another pull from the bottle. “We were invited last minute to an opera and you had sent all of your dresses ahead to Port Charles so we went out an hour before the show and bought that dress.”

She folded her arms. “You remember that?”

“I remember that you didn’t want to spend so much money on the dress but it was cut just right so that you could wear it during the pregnancy and afterwards.” He shook his head. “You were always worried about looking fat.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Why are you drinking? You never…not like this.”

“I guess I’m just trying to get used to the idea of seeing my wife wear that dress on a date with another man.” He finished the bottle and tossed it aside. It landed in the grass with a soft thud and he stumbled back to his former seat where Elizabeth was stunned to see six empty beer cans and another full bottle of Jack Daniels. He reached for it and twisted the cap off. He tossed it aside and took a long pull.

Alarmed, Elizabeth reached for it and yanked the bottle from his grasp. “Jason, we’re divorced. We have been for years.”

“Was this your first date?” he asked, falling into the porch chair. Elizabeth sighed and crouched down to cap the alcohol bottle and put into the brown paper bag she found underneath the table.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said quietly. She shoved the empty cans into the bag to and stood up. She set the bag on the table. “Why?”

“Are you gonna see him again?”

She sighed and rubbed her head. “I haven’t decided. Jason, what in the hell is going on?”

He shifted to one side and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and opened it. “It’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Elizabeth asked, patiently. She sat across from him and sighed.

“She looks like you.”

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “What’s that?”

“Elise. She knew it, I didn’t want to think about it, but she looks like you.” He held up the wallet but it was too dark to see.

“Jason, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight–”

“It’s your fault, you know that?”

She pursed her lips. “What’s my fault?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. She sat back and crossed her legs.

“She divorced me,” Jason reported. He leaned forward and pulled the bottle out and had it uncapped again before she could stop him. He took a long pull and wiped his mouth afterwards. “And the real kicker? She had the papers drawn up six months after we got married.”

Elizabeth’s mouth was dry. “Jason–”

“Said she was tired of me not loving her–of wishing she was you. She didn’t want to settle.” He chuckled bitterly. “Until she said that, I didn’t really see it–didn’t want to see it. But she was right. And you know what? It’s not fair that you get to move on–date someone who doesn’t look like me when the only woman I’ve even been remotely attracted to since the day we met could be your sister!”

Elizabeth stood abruptly. “Jason, that’s enough–”

“You’re right. It is enough.” He stood and set the bottle down with a loud CLACK on the glass topped table. “You pushed me away when we were married. You would never let me get up in the middle of the night when Olivia was crying. You wouldn’t let me change her–you wouldn’t let me kiss you if she was in the room.” He glared at her. “Were you protecting me then too?”

Stung, Elizabeth blinked, her vision blurry with tears. “My mother–she said that, ah, when she came to see me in the hospital she told me that I had to…I had to do a lot of that myself…that my father had never liked to check on me when they were home and he’d been angry when she’d suggested it and I just…I thought…”

He looked away. “You can’t blame everything on your mother.”

“I was twenty-two years old!” she cried. “What the hell did I know about raising a kid?”

“You knew enough that you didn’t want to raise Olivia like you were raised! Why the hell would you take advice from your mother?”

“You were never here!” she shot back. She wiped her tears away roughly and glared at him. “Olivia barely knew who you were half the time.”

He paled and stepped back. He tripped a little bit and went sprawling into the chair. “That was low. Even for you.”

“It’s the truth,” she spat. She saw the bag of empty beer cans out of the corner of her eye. “We’re not doing this anymore. It’s over. We’ve both moved on–”

“I haven’t moved on!” he said, lunging out of his seat. He grabbed her by the forearms roughly and pulled her towards him.

“Jason,” Elizabeth began carefully, “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” he retorted. “Maybe you’ve moved on to pretty boy but I haven’t! I married a woman who looks just like you–who acts a little like you sometimes. I couldn’t have you but I damn sure tried!”

“Jason,” she said softly trying to pull out of his tight hold. “Let me go.”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Jason–”

Her protest was cut off when his mouth covered hers. Surprised, Elizabeth’s struggle ceased and her eyes fluttered shut at the familiar touch.

The kiss itself was almost bruising in its intensity but she almost forgot to fight to pull away until he thrust his tongue past her lips and she tasted the alcohol. She jerked away and nearly fell but he tightened his grip on her arms to keep her upright.

He stared at her in surprise–as if he’d forgotten he was even here. Jason licked his lips and tasted her there. He saw her swollen lips, her tear-stained cheeks.

“Jesus.” He let her go abruptly and turned away, driving his fingers through his hair. “Jesus, I-I’m sorry.”

“I don’t think you should drive home,” she said softly. She took his arm and pulled him gently towards the house. “I’ll put you in the guest room.”

“Elizabeth, I’m sorry,” he apologized again. He allowed her to lead him to the door and then into the house. “I didn’t–I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She propelled him towards the stairs and they stumbled together as they climbed it.

She even helped him take off his shirt and pants until he was just in boxers. He let her do this without a word and not long after he was in the bed, he was asleep.

She changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top and went downstairs to clean up the porch. His wallet was on the ground and she picked it up. Unable to contain her curiosity, Elizabeth flipped it open to the pictures.

He had a picture of Elizabeth alongside Elise and she rocked back on her heels, stunned.

He really had married someone who looked like her.

This entry is part 6 of 16 in the Yesterdays

“Your daughter is recovering quite well,” Dr. Jones told them after Olivia’s tests. He opened her folder and took out the recommendations of the physical therapist. “She’s reacting well to the pain meds we’ve given her and her wounds are healing nicely.”

“What about her legs?” Elizabeth asked intently. “Do you still think she’ll regain the use of them?”

“The therapist is optimistic,” Dr. Jones replied. “He seems to think that as long as Olivia puts the effort in, she should be up and around in three to four months.”

“It sounds like so long but I guess when you compare it to being paralyzed for the rest of your life…” Jason nodded. “So what kind of therapy are we looking at?”

“Very intensive while she’s in the hospital. She’ll need to stay here at least another three weeks. In addition to starting her therapy, we do want to teach her a few things about living without her legs.” Dr. Jones sat back. “Because she will be living as a paralyzed person for a while and it will be easier in the long run.”

“Makes sense,” Elizabeth replied.

“She’ll be doing four hours of therapy every day that she’s here. Two hours in the morning, two in the afternoon,” he continued. “And once she goes home, we assume she’ll be going back to school and then we’ll be cutting it back to two hours a day, then an hour and then a few times a week.” He reached for a copy of the preliminary schedule to hand it to them. “She’ll need to come in for a while after her mobility is better just to make sure it’s all okay and of course, periodic examinations after that.”

“It all sounds fine,” Jason told him. “I guess we’ll have to get special equipment out at the house for her, huh?”

Dr. Jones nodded. “A different kind of bed will be mostly the only adjustment. Since her condition is temporary, I don’t recommend anything more costly than that. She’s a tiny girl and she looks like you could carry her quite easily,” he told Jason.

“But we…we don’t live together. And I can’t carry her for long periods of time,” Elizabeth told him. “I certainly couldn’t get her up and down the stairs a few times a day.”

Dr. Jones frowned. “Well maybe if it’s possible, she could move to a bedroom on the first floor?”

“Yeah, I could do that,” Elizabeth agreed. “But I want you to know that money is no expense. Anything that would make this an easier transition, I’m willing to do it.”

“Well, like I said, since her condition is temporary, it’s probably not very effective to have ramps or lifts put in,” Dr. Jones remarked again.

“Okay,” Elizabeth agreed. “Is there anything else we should know?”

“I’ll be reducing her meds a little more every day. She hasn’t complained about the pain and her stitches will be healing more and more so she really won’t need them.”

“Thank you, Dr. Jones,” Jason said. He stood and Elizabeth followed suit. “We should get back to Olivia now.”

They moved into the hallway and went down the corridor towards Olivia’s room. Elizabeth cleared her throat. “Did you get a hold of Elise?” she asked.

He exhaled slowly. “Yeah. She, ah, isn’t very happy that I decided this without her. So I’m probably going to have to fly out there and talk to her.”

“When are you planning on doing that?” Elizabeth asked. “Because I want to give Nikolas a call and get the penthouse signed over to you.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jason told her. “I think once we make the move, we’ll get a different place.” He shrugged. “I don’t…I don’t think I would really feel comfortable living with her in a place where we lived together.”

“Yeah.” The few months in the penthouse had been some of the last genuinely happy in their marriage. She’d gone into labor there and they’d brought Olivia home to that penthouse. In fact, one of the rooms upstairs was still decorated as a temporary nursery. She’d never touched any of the furniture there after the divorce. She wasn’t even sure why she’d never sold the place.

“Anyway, I’ll probably fly out tonight so I can be back tomorrow night. I don’t want to be away from Olivia too long.” They stopped outside of her room. “Elizabeth, I just…” he took a deep breath. “I just hope we can put the past behind us and be the kind of parents Olivia deserves.”

“I’m not all that sure I’m ready to let go of the past,” Elizabeth admitted honestly.

His shoulders slumped. “Elizabeth, I know I should have been there for you–”

“No, it’s not that,” she replied. She shook her head. “I don’t want to forget us–how we used to be. Is that so wrong?”

“No,” Jason said after a moment. “No, I don’t want to forget either.”


Elizabeth pushed the lock box underneath the couch in her studio and shoved it all the way back. She didn’t want to see the damn thing until she had to move the couch and that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

She glanced at her wristwatch and decided that Jason had been in Spain for about two hours now if his plane had taken off on time last night.

She’d come home while Olivia was in therapy from ten to twelve and she was going to try and get some of the housework done as well as start moving Olivia’s things to the guest bedroom on the first floor.

She was in the kitchen pouring a glass of water when Jessica strode in. “Hey, babe. Didn’t expect to see you home.”

“Liv’s in therapy,” Elizabeth murmured. She sat down at the table. “Thanks for the flowers and the teddy bear you guys sent over.”

“No problem,” Jessica replied with a smile. She sat across from the other woman. “So, the ex. He’s a cutie.”

Elizabeth flushed. “You’ve seen pictures, Jess.”

“Well, yeah, but he looks older, more mature you know?” She shrugged. “Anyway, where is he?”

“He’s in Spain,” Elizabeth said wrinkling her nose. “Trying to convince Elise to move to Port Charles.”

“If you want my opinion–”

“I don’t.”

“–he should leave the gold-digger overseas and move back into this house. It’s so obvious neither of you are over each other,” Jessica observed. She stood and crossed to the fridge to pour herself a glass of juice. “How are things with him? Awkward?”

“I told him why we got divorced,” Elizabeth said softly, using her finger to trace the rim of the glass. She could feel Jessica’s eyes on her. “The whole truth this time.”

“About the pills?” Jessica asked. “The post-partum stuff?”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth sighed. She stared at the surface of the table. “He was upset that I hadn’t told him.”

Jessica snorted. “When would you have found time in between his affairs?”

“He, ah, he…he never cheated on me,” Elizabeth confided.

Jessica’s eyes widened and she sat down quickly. “What’s this?”

“He didn’t cheat on me.”

“How do you know for sure? Did you call the tramp or something?”

Elizabeth fought a little smile at Jessica’s protective words. “No, he…he told me.”

“Yeah, okay. He’s been telling you for the last four years. What changed?”

Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “I didn’t let myself believe him before. And this time…it was different, Jess. I just…I know it for sure now.”

“Well, I’m glad,” Jessica told him. “Because I know how much you love him.”

Elizabeth sat back. “You always say that in the present tense,” she muttered.

“Because you still love him,” Jessica said. “That doesn’t go away because you signed some papers ending your marriage.”

Elizabeth sighed. “No. But it went away for him. He’s married again, Jess. So, maybe it’s time I let go and…move on.”

“Well, if you think so…that charity thing you helped raise money for…it’s in three days and I think you should go.”

Elizabeth shook her head. “No. I should be at the hospital–”

“Olivia is not going to miss you for a few hours,” Jess interrupted. “Jason can sit with her. You helped to raise money for this–you deserve to go.”

“Jess–”

“Emily was telling me about a new lawyer at Nikolas’s practice,” Jessica cut in again. “He’s Harvard-educated, supposedly very handsome and charming. I think he’s just the guy to start your post-Jason life.”

“Jess, Jason was it for me. I mean, I can’t imagine myself being interested in anyone else,” Elizabeth replied.

“Well, then you’ll have nothing to worry about.” Jessica patted her hand and stood. “I’ll set it up.”

“Jessica–”

“Later, babe.”


Elise tapped her foot impatiently. “Please tell me you’re going to give up in this ridiculous idea,” she remarked in a short tone.

“Elise,” Jason sighed, tired of having argued this topic for the last three hours. “I want to be closer to my daughter.”

“I can see that and I even understand it.” Elise paused thoughtfully. “Well, there is something we can work with.”

“What’s that?” Jason asked suspiciously.

Elise sat down next to him on the settee and smiled at him. “Get full custody of her,” she remarked. “We can move her to a hospital in London–”

Jason launched off the settee and glared at her. “Are you out of your mind? Elizabeth would never forgive me and I–I couldn’t do that to her.”

Elise rolled her eyes. “You know, eventually Jason, you’re going to have to decide where your loyalty lies. With your first wife or with me.”

He groaned and closed his eyes. “Elise, you don’t understand–”

“You don’t give me enough credit,” the brunette murmured. She crossed to one of Jason’s bags and pulled out a slim photo album he carried everywhere. She flipped it open to a picture of Elizabeth on her graduation day. “I’m not stupid, Jason. I look like her. I’m the Elizabeth she wouldn’t be. She wouldn’t abandon her child and go places with you. I, however, let you be in charge of our lives. I don’t argue with you when you want to pick up and leave. I don’t argue when you don’t want to go out at night sometimes. Up until this point, I have been the perfect docile wife that your precious Elizabeth never was.” She chucked the album at him and he caught it, a little off guard.

Elise put her hands on her hips. “Tell me, does the princess know what I look like? Does she realize you married a carbon copy of her? Minus the personality.” She tilted her head to the side. “When you wake up at night and glance over at me, do you think for a split second that it’s her? That the last four years were some kind of nightmare?” she asked pointedly.

Jason hesitated–because he did feel that way. And Elise looked enough like Elizabeth that she could be mistaken for her. And one night, he’d been drunk and they’d made love and he’d actually thought it was her.

Jason stood and swallowed hard. “Elise–”

“I understand that you love your daughter. I think that’s a very noble and wonderful part of you. And you know that I like Olivia, so that’s not what this is about.”

“Then what is this about?” Jason asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“This is about you finally having a reason to go back to the woman you’ve loved all along,” Elise remarked acidly. “You say it’s about Olivia, but don’t tell me that a part of you isn’t secretly thrilled that you could walk down the street and see her.”

“Where the hell is all this coming from?” Jason demanded. “You knew from the second we’d met that I’d been married before, that I had a daughter–”

“It’s all well and good for me to be the substitute wife on a different continent,” Elise cut in. “I get the illusion that maybe you really love me. That you’ve let go of the perfect debutante. But if I have to live in the same town as the two of you, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep that illusion.”

“Elise, Elizabeth and I are divorced. Our marriage is over,” Jason said, slicing his hand through the air. “We barely have civil conversations because there’s so much anger between us now.”

“And anger turns way too easily into sex,” Elise remarked coolly. She arched an eyebrow. “After all, that is how I suckered you into marriage isn’t?” She strode towards him. “I got you angry–I made you furious and it was either hit me or kiss me.”

“Elise–”

“What we have between us, Jason darling, is lust pure and simple.” Elise shrugged her slender shoulders. “I don’t love you. You don’t love me. We’ve never pretended anything else.”

“No,” Jason admitted. “But–”

“So let’s just be honest.” Elise sat back down and smiled at him coyly. “You still love her don’t you?”

Jason hesitated and looked away. “Yeah.”

“Just as much as the day you married her.”

“Yeah.”

“And if she were to call right this second and tell you she still loves you and wants you to come home, you’d leave me in a heartbeat.”

“Elise–”

“Wouldn’t you?” Elise asked sharply.

“Yeah,” Jason admitted. “I would.” He sighed. “Come on, Elise. I told you I didn’t want the divorce, that I gave into it because she wanted it. You knew this.”

Elise nodded, her eyes cold. “You’re right. I did know it. Silly me for having romantic illusions that you’d get over her.”

“Elise–”

Elise crossed to one of her bags and pulled out a sheaf of papers. She looked down at them for moment and then met his gaze. “I had these drawn up six months after our marriage. When Olivia told you that Elizabeth had been sad and you spent an hour telling her all the different ways you knew to make her smile.”

“Elise, this is ridiculous–” Jason protested.

“We’ve been married almost as long as you’d been to Elizabeth.” Elise smirked at him. “Tell me, honey, can you even think of one thing that makes me happy?”

When Jason didn’t answer, she nodded. “That’s what I thought. I think it’s time I remove myself from this situation, because you know what? I shouldn’t have to settle.” She shoved the papers at him. “Sign them.”

Jason clenched his jaw. “No.”

“Sign them,” Elise repeated, glaring at him. “End this farce. Neither one of us are really happy. I’ll get the life I want and you’ll get the one you want. You want your wife back, then do it. I don’t care to be in the middle anymore.”

“Elise–”

“Don’t refuse just because you don’t want to have failed at a second marriage.” She shook a little. “Sign them, Jason.”

“No.”

“Either you sign them and this ends now or I sue you for divorce and this gets settled in eighteen months. Either way, I want out.”

“Elise–”

“You gave your precious Elizabeth what she wanted–give me what I want.”

Jason hesitated, looked away for a moment before reaching for the papers and reached for a pen on a nearby table. He initialed all the sheets before signing his name on the last page.

“You’re not even going to read through them?” Elise asked surprised. “What if I just made you sign over your entire fortune?”

Jason shook his head. “I know that much about you. You wouldn’t. You know I’d pay any alimony you’d ask for.”

“Well, now the civilities are over.” Elise took the papers from him. “I’ll file these. Go home to your family, Jason. Don’t you think you’ve lied to each other enough?”

This entry is part 8 of 27 in the Sanctuary

I couldn’t tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn’t help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

June 25, 2006

General Hospital: Cafeteria

Elizabeth set her tray down across from Patrick. “You know, the entire hospital has me either beating that crap out of Kelly Lee or you making her cry.” Patrick remained silent but Elizabeth soldiered on. She’d seen his face during a surgery that morning and he was in a mood that she had decided to prod him out of. She wasn’t sure why, but she liked this arrogant idiot sitting across from her and had made it her mission to make sure he didn’t screw up too much with Robin. “It amazes how the whole situation even got out since there were only the three of us in there. I don’t really mind people thinking I’m mean enough to take her on–it gives me a certain reputation, don’t you think?”

Patrick was still silent for another long moment before looking up. “The stuff people were saying about Robin and me when we were together, did you hear it too?”

Elizabeth sighed in relief. Finally! He would talk! “Yeah. Some people weren’t particularly subtle about it. I mean, a board member even told Robin directly that she could ruin your career. I heard that and I reported it to Alan, but there was nothing he could do–”

“Someone said that junk to Robin personally?” Patrick interrupted. “A board member?”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “Robin didn’t want me to tell you and there wasn’t really much you could do except get arrested for assault, anyway.” She frowned. “Why?”

“Robin told me that was the real reason she broke things off. Not that she actually thought I cheated on her with that nurse–”

“Nurse?” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “What nurse?”

Patrick paused. “Robin didn’t tell you? She tells you everything.”

“I know,” Elizabeth said, a little disgruntled. “I can’t believe she didn’t tell me about the nurse. The only thing she ever said to me about the whole thing is that you were both better off.” She shrugged. “I don’t like to push so I dropped it.”

Patrick shot her a disbelieving look. “You’re the queen of pushing and nagging.”

You, yes. You irritate me and if I don’t jump in, God knows what you’ll screw up on your own,” Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to bug Robin when she’s clearly upset.”

“I’m touched that you care so much,” Patrick said dryly.

“I know you meant that sarcastically but I will choose to believe otherwise,” Elizabeth sniffed.

“I told her last night that I couldn’t forgive her for thinking I cheated on her with some random nurse and for making that decision about my career for me but I didn’t know that someone–a board member had told that she was ruining my career.” Patrick exhaled slowly and leaned forward. “From now, I need you to tell me if you hear anyone saying anything to Robin or about Robin and me or the baby, okay?”

Elizabeth hesitated. “Patrick, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I mean, Robin has enough problems just knowing there’s that kind of gossip running around and now with the baby, it’s gotten more vicious and don’t you think you’re both better served if you’re not getting hauled off to jail twice a day?”

Patrick stilled. “What about the baby?” he demanded. When Elizabeth looked away, he slapped his hand on the table. “Liz, come on. If this was Cameron, you’d want to know too.”

“Well, all right. It goes back to when you guys broke up,” Elizabeth sighed. “Robin didn’t tell anyone other than Emily and I that it was her idea and she didn’t tell anyone why so the general consensus was that you got tired of her and broke up with her. And now that Robin’s pregnant, they think she’s either faking to get you back or did it on purpose to trap you and those who think the latter think she’s doing a cruel thing by intentionally infecting you and maybe the baby.”

Patrick said nothing but a muscle in his jaw ticked and Elizabeth was suddenly glad to be on the other side of the table. “Patrick, I’m sorry–”

“You should have told me what they were saying,” he said finally. “Because it’s only going to get worse when they find out we’re getting married.”

Elizabeth blinked. “Wait, what? The last time I checked, Robin said no. She never said a thing about changing her mind.” She frowned. “Clearly we have a pattern here. I’m going to have to speak to her about this.”

“She did say no, but I haven’t given up. I know all the reasons we shouldn’t but there are a lot of reasons we should, too.” He moved to stand but Elizabeth put a hand out to stop him.

“For what it’s worth, those people who know you and know Robin, they’re not saying anything. It’s the idiots who’ve never met either one of you and just consider it another topic for the hospital grapevine. People who love and respect you know that this baby was unexpected, that you didn’t get tired of Robin and more importantly, they know that you’re both crazy about each other and are just too stubborn–”

“I care about Robin,” Patrick interrupted. “But if she cared about me at all, she would have trusted me to make my own decisions about my career. I appreciate your advice, Liz.”

He walked away and Elizabeth wondered how someone that brilliant in the operating room could be such an idiot when it came to anything else.

Kelly’s: Courtyard

“If it isn’t my favorite doctor.”

Robin paused at the door to Kelly’s and smiled when she saw Noah sitting towards the back of the outside eating area. “You better not let Patrick hear you say that.”

Noah waved her over. “Come sit down. We haven’t had a chance to talk since Patrick told me.”

Robin sobered and reluctantly joined Patrick’s father for lunch. “Are you mad?” she asked softly.

Noah set his iced tea down and frowned at her. “Mad about what? That my son is having a baby with a woman I love and admire? Someone I consider part of my family?”

“No, that he might get sick,” Robin traced the table top. “You can’t tell me that hasn’t crossed your mind.”

“Patrick mentioned it when he told me. That you had basically blurted out the news, told him to get tested and that told him you didn’t need anything.” Noah set his napkin aside and leaned forward. “Robin, if it weren’t for you, my son and I would never have worked things out. I would have died of cirrhosis in some bar somewhere and Patrick might never have known. I will always be grateful to you for that.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Robin shook her head. “I just brought you guys back into the same hospital. Patrick pushed you into rehab and you made the decision to get sober.”

“And you pushed him into giving a damn, Robin. I’m not stupid. And if it eases your mind, Patrick has been tested and he should be hearing back about the results any time now. But it doesn’t matter to him and it doesn’t matter to me.”

“If he tests positive, you’ll both change your mind,” Robin murmured.

“Let’s not talk about that,” Noah shook his head. “Let’s talk about my grandchild. When are you due?”

“January,” Robin said. “But Alan mentioned that the baby might come early and if we do a C-section, we’d probably schedule it for before Christmas.” She smiled and rested her hand on her abdomen. “I haven’t seen another doctor yet, but Elizabeth Spencer is recommending her brother Steven. He’s supposed to specialize in HIV pregnancies.”

“Steven Webber,” Noah nodded. “His name came up when I was doing some research on this after Patrick told me. He’s new to the field.”

“But he’s not to Port Charles and I trust Liz’s opinion.”

“Oh, so do I. You know, I heard about Dr. Lee,” Noah said. “And I told Alan that he ought to fire her outright but Alan mentioned I might be biased.”

“She’s entitled to her opinion,” Robin shrugged.

“As person, but not as a doctor.” Noah shook his head. “There’s no excuse for that kind of behavior and she’s lucky I wasn’t the one in the locker room or I might not have been as restrained as Patrick.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah, I think you and my mother might have that in common. When I told her, she wanted to go down and punch her but I told her that Patrick had taken care of it. It endeared him to her, by the way.”

“Well at least one member of your family likes me,” Patrick said from behind her. Robin turned and bit her lip when she saw him standing just beyond the table. “Hey…I was supposed to meet my dad.”

“I–” Robin began.

“I’m sorry, Patrick, I saw her and I wanted to ask her about the baby,” Noah said without a trace of apology. “A holiday baby–that’s something special. A good way to start the new year.”

There were an awkward pause and finally Robin started to stand. “I’ll just let you have your lunch–”

“No, stay. I already ate anyway.” Patrick took the chair between them. “There’s something I wanted to tell you.”

“Maybe I should–” Noah started.

“No, I have to tell you something, too.” Patrick looked back at Robin. “You should have told me it was a board member who said something to your face. I wouldn’t…I would have understood more last night.”

Robin bit her lip and Noah straightened. “What’s this?” he demanded.

“It’s nothing,” Robin started.

“Someone on the board–Elizabeth refuses to tell me who–told Robin that she was ruining my career by being in a relationship with me,” Patrick informed his father.

“Elizabeth shouldn’t have said anything at all,” Robin huffed.

“You should have and the next time, some narrow-minded idiot says anything about you, the baby or you and me, I want you to tell me,” Patrick instructed.

“Right,” Robin rolled her eyes.

“He’s right, Robin, you should let him take care of it,” Noah told her. “You don’t need the extra stress.”

“Do I look like some princess in an ivory tower that needs to be protected from the real world?” Robin asked, offended.

Patrick and Noah traded glances before speaking in unison. “Yes.”

“Men,” Robin said, disgusted.

“And I want you to tell me if you hear anything either,” Patrick told his father. “I want to end this before the baby is born.”

“Should I tell you before or after I kick their ass?” Noah asked.

“Noah, don’t be ridiculous. Patrick, you’re being overbearing–”

“It’s up to you,” Patrick answered his father before looking back at Robin. “I’m protecting my family, Robin. And we both know if the situation was reversed, you’d do the same.”

Robin sighed. “Yeah, I guess, but it’s not reversed and it’s like you don’t think I’m strong enough to take care of myself.”

“I think you’re plenty strong,” Patrick replied. “But there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” He leaned closer to her and Noah didn’t even pretend that he wasn’t eavesdropping. “You and I still have a lot to discuss. Especially–”

“I thought we agreed that wasn’t a viable solution,” Robin hissed.

“You agreed, I tabled it. We’re going to talk about it Robin, but I think we both need a few days to let things settle.” Patrick sat back and waved at the waitress to come take Robin’s order.

Since the moment Patrick had mentioned marriage, she’d been adamant in her refusal but his attitude and his actions over the last few days was beginning to erode her carefully built wall of immunity.

She just hoped he didn’t find a way to destroy it entirely.

This entry is part 7 of 27 in the Sanctuary

I know you’re only protecting yourself
I know you’re thinking of somebody else
Someone who hurt you
But I’m not above
Making up for the love
You’ve been denying you could ever feel

June 24, 2006

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

“My last performance review,” Emily sighed happily as she put away her last chart of the day. “Thank God.”

“Well, if someone hadn’t taken a month off, possibly someone would have been done in May like all the other med students,” Elizabeth mused. She frowned when her pen ran out of ink and started rooting for a new one. “So I’m thinking this weekend–Friday night–since you’re single and Lucky’s working, we can take Robin out. She could use the downtime.”

“And since I won’t have to be studying, I can actually go,” Emily said.

“And you won’t be needing to leave early to go study,” Elizabeth smirked. “Since school is over.”

“That is so over with, Elizabeth,” Emily rolled her eyes. “So, I want to hear from your lips how the scene in the locker room really went down because some people have Patrick tackling you to keep you from going at Kelly Lee and others have Kelly running from the room after Patrick made her cry.”

“The people at this hospital should have better things to do than gossip,” Elizabeth grumbled. “I wish Patrick had had to hold me back but before I could even open my mouth to tear Kelly a new one, Patrick had it all taken care of. That is one doctor you do not want to piss off.” She finally found a new pen. “Oh, so I was calling around for recommendations for Robin’s new doctor when I remembered–duh! I called Steven to see if he was interested in taking her case.”

“Steven’s a pediatrics doctor,” Emily frowned. “Why would he take Robin’s case?”

“Well, he went to med school for both pediatrics and obstetrics but he spent the first few years focusing on pediatrics but one of his patients at the hospital here last year was a baby with HIV and it made Steven want to concentrate on obstetrics more and he actually specializes in HIV pregnancies now. Robin would be like his fifth patient.” Elizabeth grinned. “So Steven’s agreeable and I’m sure Robin will be so I just have to run it past her. It’s a win win situation. She gets a fabulous doctor and I get my brother back in town for a while.”

Robin’s Apartment: Living Room

“Now, I want to know everything there is to know about Dr. Patrick Drake,” Anna said as she sat next to Robin on the sofa.

Robin shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. He moved to town not long before Christmas. We started dating in April and we broke up in May.”

“Don’t bull shit me, darling,” Anna said briskly. “I’m your mother and I know better.”

“Okay…” Robin exhaled slowly. “Patrick came to GH to perform surgery on Jason and Alan offered him a staff position. He moved here before Christmas and he…I guess you could call him a bit of a player. He never seemed to really stick to one woman but it was never serious.”

“So far I’m not impressed,” Anna mused. “Continue please.”

“He flirted with me,” Robin couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across her face. “And he didn’t stop even after he found out I had HIV. We had dinner a few times, there were a few misunderstandings regarding a certain blonde that I believed you slugged today. His father got sick and needed a liver transplant–Noah refused because his drinking had caused it and he didn’t think he deserved one. It tore Patrick apart and he even went behind his back to get him on the transplant list.”

“Okay, my opinion has been upgraded marginally.”

“When the liver we thought would work wasn’t viable, Patrick donated part of his liver and…” Robin hesitated, remembering that particular event. “We nearly lost him on the table and then from an infection after the surgery. And Noah was furious because he’d denied the living donor transplant because he was worried something would happen to Patrick. Not to mention that we’d both gone behind his back to do the transplant at all.” Robin looked away. “But Patrick recovered and we started…we decided we wanted to try…that we would see where it could go.”

“Sounds like the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” Anna patted Robin’s knee. “What’d he do to screw that up?”

“It was fine for a while. We…we were having fun together and I was happy. We…I wanted to take it slow after that one night and he seemed okay with that but I…I made a mistake, and I didn’t trust him. And we’re better off as friends,” Robin finished, lamely.

“Uh huh.” Anna tapped her chin. “No, I don’t think that quite covers it, luv, finish it out.”

“Fine,” Robin sighed. “I saw a woman leaving his apartment and I overreacted and he was angry that I thought he’d cheat on me and I was angry that–I don’t even know why I was angry. He told me she was a nurse from his last hospital that was in town for a conference. She’d stopped by to…” Robin coughed, “…to catch up. Patrick said he explained to her that he was seeing someone and that was the end of it. I chose not to believe him, he continued to explain and he even sent flowers but I told him that I didn’t trust him and that it was over and he decided I was right and now here we are.”

“It sounds like you believe him now,” Anna observed. “And your wording–you chose not to believe him. So did he cheat or not?”

“Probably not,” Robin admitted. “But we’re better off as friends. The relationship was getting serious and it’s for the best that we don’t–that we keep it friendly.” Restless, she stood and crossed to the large bay windows that overlooked the harbor. “Patrick didn’t sign on for my insecurity and other things that come as part of my life. He’s got a brilliant career ahead of him and he doesn’t need me dragging him down.”

“Oh, my God.” Anna stood and stalked over to her daughter. “This is not the girl I raised. What is wrong with you?” she demanded.

“Nothing. Mom…” Robin bit her lip. “Whether I like it or not, people look at you differently when you have HIV. They assume you got it because you were either a drug addict or a slut. There are certain assumptions made and I don’t…I don’t want people to look at Patrick that way.”

“Oh, honey…” Anna embraced her daughter tightly and then kissed Robin’s forehead. “You’re an idiot.”

“Hey!” Robin folded her arms across her chest. “That’s not fair.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, Robin, I do. And I think that there are some cruel people in this world but you do not get to make that decision for Patrick.” Anna squared her shoulders. “Now, I think it’s quite clear that you and your Dr. Drake need to have a discussion and since I would like to meet him, I will drive you to his apartment.”

“Mom, no–”

“Don’t argue, Robin. Mother knows best.”

Patrick’s Apartment: Living Room

Patrick had just opened a bottle of beer when there was a brisk knock at his door. He set the bottle on the table next to the sofa before opening the door.

Robin stood behind a much taller brunette who strode in and took a quick look around the apartment before turning her attention back on Patrick. “Dr. Patrick Drake, I imagine?”

“Yeah…” Patrick drawled. He shot a questioning look at Robin who looked away. “Ms. Devane?”

Anna smiled at him. “Aren’t you a smart one?” She pinched his cheek. “And you are just as cute in person. Good to know. All right, I’ve got what I came for. Robin, dear, call me when you need a ride home.” She strode out of the apartment.

“Wait, Mom–” Robin called after her but Anna just smiled and got on the elevator with a little wave.

Patrick closed the door behind Robin’s mother. “So that’s the famous Anna Devane. She doesn’t look that scary.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Robin murmured. “I’m sorry about this–we were at my apartment talking and she decided that I had to come over and talk to you and well, once Mom gets an idea into her head, she tends to steamroll right over you.”

“It’s fine.” Patrick shrugged. “Did you want something to drink? To eat?” He started towards the kitchen.

“No, I ah…” Robin took a deep breath. “Patrick, I wanted to tell you that I never…I never actually believed you slept with that nurse.”

Patrick stopped, turned and just stared at her.

“I just, ah, I thought…” Robin let out an impatient breath. “We were getting serious and I was nervous and I didn’t…I used it as an excuse to break up with you,” she admitted.

“Are you…” Patrick drove his fingers through his hair. “Are you kidding me?”

“No,” Robin sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself. “Look, Patrick–maybe you didn’t hear the whispers around the hospital but I did and there is still an attitude about HIV and the people who have it.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Patrick demanded. He needed a drink. He grabbed the bottle from the table and took a long gulp. “What the hell, Robin.”

“It has to do with what people think of you,” Robin explained. She twisted her fingers together. “You’re not going to be on staff at the hospital forever. I mean, come on, Patrick. You and I both know that you’re headed for bigger and better things. You’re already one of the most respected surgeons in the state. In another few years, that’s going to be the country and I want that for you and it won’t happen if…” she trailed off and looked away.

Patrick exhaled slowly and really hoped for the patience he would need not to take her by the shoulders and just shake her. After a long moment, he finally spoke. “I can’t say that I don’t know what you mean because you weren’t the only one who heard what people said. And I appreciate the concern you have for my career, but my skills speak for themselves and I’m going to make a name for myself, regardless of who’s at my side. But you know what really pisses me off Robin?”

“What?” Robin asked quietly.

“That you didn’t talk to me about this like an adult. We could have worked this out. Instead, you put the blame on me. And I’m sorry, but I can’t forgive that.”

Robin nodded. “I accept that. I just…it was time to tell you the truth and I thought you should know.” She bit her lip. “I’ll call my mom from the lobby for a ride–”

“I’ll take you home,” Patrick interrupted. He took his keys from the table and headed for the door. He never once looked her in the eye.

This entry is part 6 of 27 in the Sanctuary

Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on

June 23, 2006

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Anna Devane stepped over a fuming Carly. “Hello, I was looking for Robin.”

“She’s…” Elizabeth hesitated, remembering that Anna didn’t yet know Robin’s news. “Let me page her for you.” She reached for the phone.

Carly got to her feet. “I will have you arrested,” she snarled, holding her sore jaw.

Emily snorted. “You obviously don’t know your Port Charles history, Carly. Anna Devane is not only a former commissioner but her brother-in-law happens to be Mac.”

“Mom?”

Robin’s soft voice broke through the heavy tension at the counter and Anna immediately forgot about the blonde bimbo at the appearance of her obviously upset daughter. “Robin!” She hurried over and enveloped her in a deep hug. “If I hadn’t had a layover in London, I would have been here sooner.”

“What…what are you doing here at all?” Robin asked confused. “I was supposed to call you back and–”

“And when I didn’t hear from you within two hours, I called Mac who suggested I might want to pay a visit to Port Charles. I went to the airport and I’ve been on a plane all night and most of the morning.” Anna stepped back. “Perhaps you might want to tell me exactly what’s going on.”

Robin sighed and flicked her eyes towards the trio of women at the nurse’s station. Carly was rubbing her jaw and muttering under her breath while Emily and Elizabeth were snickering. “What did you do to Carly, Mom?”

“I slugged her. Don’t change the subject, Robin,” Anna lectured.

“We should probably–” Robin rubbed her eyes. “Let me talk to Elizabeth for a second and we can go to Uncle Mac’s. I don’t–I don’t really want to get into this here.”

“Robin, it’s not…” Anna hesitated. “It’s not something really awful? You’re all right?”

“I’m fine,” Robin assured her. She kissed her mother on the cheek. “Wait here a second.”

She approached the nurse’s station and paused in front of Carly. “Is there something you wanted to say to me?”

Carly hesitated, met Anna’s amused expression and then shook her head. “No, I think I’m done here.” She did her best to walk to the elevators with her head held high but the red spot on her jaw marred the act.

“Your mother is my hero,” Emily sighed with a happy smile. “I knew there was a reason Anna Devane was missed in Port Charles.”

Robin flashed her a faint smile before looking at Elizabeth. “When is Dr. Meadows coming back?”

“She’s still in rehab for a few more months,” Elizabeth informed her. “Dr. Lee’s taking over her cases–she didn’t have any room for you?”

“You could say that,” Robin sighed. “Is there anyone else available?”

“Let me make some calls and get some recommendations,” Elizabeth said. “Go tell your mom the great news, okay?” As Robin started to walk away, Elizabeth called after her. “Hey–you’ll call me later about this morning, right?”

“Sure and Liz…your advice last night? It was exactly what I needed,” Robin told her.

Elizabeth grinned. “You get that, Em? Make sure you tell Lucky that my advice actually worked this time.”

“Uh huh,” Emily nodded seriously. “Every once in a while, you do manage to get one right. I figure you’re due again in about two years.”

“I will throw this pen at you,” Elizabeth threatened.

General Hospital: Locker Room

It was another three hours before Patrick finished his surgery. He was off the clock and decided he’d track Robin down to see how the appointment went.

Elizabeth was rummaging through her purse when he entered the locker room. “Hey, Liz–Robin’s not still hanging around the hospital is she?”

“Nope,” Elizabeth replied. “She was supposed to see Dr. Lee, but her mom showed up–” her eyes sparkled–“Anna totally slugged Carly. Highlight of my year, by the way and Robin took her back to her uncle’s house to tell her the, ah, news.”

“Her mom is in town?” Patrick sighed. “Well, as long as it’s not her father, she doesn’t need that.” He frowned. “So she never saw the doctor?”

“No, that’s the weirdest thing–she wanted a recommendation for another doctor but it’s not like Dr. Lee is overloaded with patients so I can’t imagine what’s going on there.” Elizabeth shrugged. “Did your conversation go well this morning?”

“It went,” Patrick pulled his jeans out of his locker and changed quickly. “She’s not going to Paris.”

“Good.” Elizabeth nodded. “Though I don’t think she would have.”

Kelly Lee entered the locker room and seemed to hesitate when she saw Patrick and Elizabeth. “Hey,” she said quietly before ducking her head and going for a locker.

“Kelly, should I start referring new patients to a different doctor?” Elizabeth asked. “Do you have too many?”

“Uh, no.” Kelly fidgeted. “No, my case load is fine, actually.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth shot Patrick a confused look. “Robin must be confused then–should I call her and tell her that she can reschedule?”

“No, Robin–she understands why I can’t be her doctor for this,” Kelly shot Patrick a nervous look and he straightened, beginning to understand.

“Then maybe you can explain it to me,” Patrick folded his arms. “And don’t cite patient-doctor confidentiality because Robin’s not your patient.”

Kelly sighed. “Patrick, I respect Robin as a doctor and you, too, of course. But I can’t–” she shrugged. “It’s irresponsible to me that she’s going through with this pregnancy.”

Elizabeth’s cheeks flamed and she opened her mouth to give Kelly Lee the verbal thrashing she so richly deserved. Patrick held up a hand. “Down, Sparky, I’ll handle this.”

“I’d just like to tell you how fortunate you are to be a woman because I would love to put you through a wall,” Patrick said in a quiet tone that reminded Elizabeth of Jason oddly–because he didn’t have to raise his voice to be dangerous either. “But I’ll settle for reporting you to the Chief of Staff.”

Kelly bristled. “Turning away patients is not against policy.”

“No, but I imagine they want would want it noted somewhere that one of their doctors refused to treat a patient on the basis of their medical condition which I’m pretty sure won’t be good for you when Dr. Meadows comes back from rehab and they decide whether or not to keep you on.”

“Okay–I’ll treat Robin,” Kelly sighed. “But–”

“No, you mistake me. That wasn’t a threat, that wasn’t blackmail. I wouldn’t want you within thirty feet of Robin or our child. I was telling you exactly what was going to happen.” Patrick pulled his keys out of his locker. “And if I ever hear you spouting off to Robin or to anyone else about how she might be irresponsible for going through with this pregnancy, I will make an exception in your case and put you through that wall.”

He stalked out of the locker room and Elizabeth smirked at Kelly Lee. “You pissed off the wrong surgeon about the wrong patient. You have no idea how close Robin is to Alan and Monica Quartermaine.”

Scorpio-Jones House: Living Room

“Wow,” Georgie said, her eyes wide. “I’m going to be an aunt?”

“Good God,” Mac groaned. “She’s married at seventeen and an aunt at eighteen. At this rate, she’ll be a grandmother at thirty.”

“Hey,” Georgie crossed her arms. “You signed the consent forms.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Felicia smirked. “I haven’t forgotten that.” She flicked Mac in her arm and he flinched and glared at her.

“He,” Mac jerked a thumb at Dillon, “was supposed to die!”

“Hey!” Dillon, Maxie and Georgie said in unison.

“When’s the baby due?” Felicia asked, hoping to get off the topic of her youngest child’s premature marriage. “I want to call Luke about renting the Haunted Star for a party.”

“There will be no Luke involved,” Mac snarled.

“The baby is due next January,” Robin said, with a weak smile. “And I like Luke, Uncle Mac. Can’t we just leave the past in the past?”

Because her eyes were so sad and her posture so defeated, Mac sighed and put an arm around her shoulders, curling her into his side. “Sure thing, Princess.” He looked to Anna. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Well, it’s just that I look way too young to have a grandchild,” Anna said. She sat on the other side of her daughter. “Is this something that you really want?”

“Of course,” Robin said, confused. “Why?”

“Then why do you look so sad, luv?” Anna asked.

“Because there will be certain people who don’t agree with my decision to have the baby,” Robin confessed quietly. “And there is the possibility that Patrick is…” she swallowed. “That he was…”

“Was he tested yet?” Felicia asked.

“I don’t know. I mean, I told him he has to be and he said he would be but I didn’t ask him this morning when I saw him.” Robin sighed and sat back against the couch. Something occurred to her and she sat right back up. “Uh, Mom?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I…Dad’s going to be coming to Port Charles when he gets a chance–so I can tell him in person. I know you haven’t been able to track him down since you found out he was alive–”

“Your father is coming here?” Anna raised an eyebrow. “Well, then I am supremely grateful that I’m staying on indefinitely.”

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun to watch,” Maxie sighed.

Robin’s cell phone began to ring and she pulled it out of her purse. When she saw Patrick’s name on the screen, she stood and excused herself to kitchen. “Patrick?”

“Hey–I know you’re with your family and your mom and all that but I just–I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Robin frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Robin…” Patrick hesitated, “I saw Dr. Lee in the locker room.”

“Oh.” Robin sat at the kitchen table and put her head in her hands. “I’m so sorry that you have to hear things like that–”

“You’re sorry?” Patrick repeated. “Robin, it doesn’t bother me. People are small-minded and they think they know everything there is to know but it bothers me that you hear it because I know it makes you feel bad. And I just you to know that I took care of it.”

Robin’s eyes widened. “You took care of it? What does that mean?”

“I’m letting Alan Quartermaine know that he has a doctor on staff that’s refusing to treat patients on the basis of a preexisting condition. It’ll go in her file and when the time comes to review her contract, it won’t be renewed.” Patrick paused. “I also told her that if I ever heard her talking like that again–to you or anyone else, I’d put her through a wall.”

“Patrick…” Robin couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re a little scary, do you know that?”

“That’s what Liz told me.” There was another pause. “How did, ah, your mother take it?”

“She’s taking it fine. I’m glad she’s here even if she will end up killing my father when he shows up–” The phone was taken from her hand at that point and Anna put to her own ear.

“Dr. Drake, I presume?”

“Mother,” Robin whispered, horrified. “Give that back–”

“Uh, yes,” Patrick said, a slightly confused. “Is this…?”

“Anna Devane, Robin’s mother. I hear that you’re the father of my grandchild,” Anna said bluntly. Robin put her head on the table, beyond mortified.

“Yes, yes, I am.”

“We’ll have to have dinner together–the three of us. And if I let Robert live, I’m sure he’ll want a little one on one time with you as well.”

Patrick coughed. “Yes, well–“

“I’m not sure if Robin has ever mentioned this, but I have a certain profession that allows me to get away with certain things if I so choose–if you get my meaning.”

“I think I do.”

“Mom!” Robin hissed, making a grab for the phone. “Will you not threaten to kill him?”

“I’m just giving him the facts, sweetheart. I’m sure your Dr. Drake appreciates candor.” Anna turned her attention back to the phone. “It was nice to hear your voice, Dr. Drake. It’s a nice voice.”

“So I’ve been told,” Patrick replied automatically and Anna ginned.

“I’m going to be taking Robin back into the front room to finish our conversation, good bye Dr. Drake.” Anna closed the phone and handed it to her daughter. “Oh, he’s a smooth one. If his looks are as good as his voice, it’s no surprise you’re knocked up.”

“Mother!”

This entry is part 34 of 34 in the I Shall Believe
June 24, 2004

Carly and Lorenzo’s House

The flowers came the morning after their fight at the club. A dozen yellow roses. She threw them out.

They came every day for a week before Sage ripped the petals off and dumped the dead stems at Lucas’s front door.

When Bobbie opened her door the next morning to find the rotting dead flowers on her steps, she burst out laughing. She’d always liked Sage but she found herself admiring her as well. Her son had told her about the argument, thinking she would take his side but she smacked him upside the head for being a stupid male.

After that, the flowers stopped but Lucas called once a day. He would leave a voicemail on her cell phone or just talk if she actually picked up the phone. He’d apologize profusely–going so far as to say he was an idiot and they were definitely too young for marriage.

Which Sage agreed with–but that wasn’t the point of the fight. The point was that he hadn’t gotten his way and decided to ignore her as punishment. She would not put up with that.

Lorenzo was unsure how to handle this newest development. He’d liked Lucas–liked that the boy had given her a reason to love this town, had introduced her to the other kids. Had made his niece happy. But even he felt queasy at the idea of marriage so he decided to let Carly handle it since she was the woman.

But Sage wasn’t talking to Carly either. So Carly threw herself into planning Sage’s eighteenth birthday party and helping Jason plan the perfect marriage proposal.

“It has to be more romantic than when you told her you loved her,” Carly insisted as she flipped through a book of party invitations.

Jason grimaced. “Shouldn’t be too hard since I just blurted that part out. I thought I’d take her on a ride to somewhere and just ask her.”

Carly glared at him. “Not one romantic bone in your body. Where did I go wrong?”

“Elizabeth and I aren’t like that,” Jason explained patiently.

“All women are like that.” Carly set the book aside. “Now,” she continued briskly, “I’ll help you plan the dinner. You’d have to cook it of course but I can set the table and the atmosphere.”

“If she walks into a candlelit dinner, she’ll think you’ve talked me into something,” Jason told her. “I love you, Carly, but not everyone needs a production when something important happens. You tried to give her a huge baby shower and remember how well that went?”

Carly pursed her lips, remembering the way Morgan had crawled onto the scene and right through the cake. Michael had followed and somehow managed to topple over the pile of gifts. “I thought we agreed not to speak of it again.”

“We won’t as long as you trust me to do this the way I think is right,” Jason told her. “I’m going to take her to Jake’s, we’re going to play a game of pool. I’ll take her up to Vista Point and I’ll ask her there. It will be special because it’s special to us, okay?”

“Well, if you insist.” Carly sighed. “I’m worried about Sage.”

“She’s still not talking?”

“She’s talking. Just not to me or Lorenzo.” Carly flipped the page in her book. “She’s taking to Maxie, so I suppose that’s something. But when Lucas calls, it’s just…silence. She sent his flowers back.” Her lips twisted into a smile. “Though leaving the rotting stems on his door step…that I liked.”

Jason sighed. “You would.”

“That’s why this birthday party is going to cheer her up,” Carly said decisively. “We’re throwing it at the club and we’re inviting everyone. You’re bringing Lila?”

“Yeah.” Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a call from Sonny yesterday.”

Her hands stilled on the book she was holding and she looked up at her best friend. “I–I didn’t realize he had phone privileges.”

“He’s been making progress in his therapy,” Jason reported. “And part of his therapy was contacting friends before working his way up to family. He sounded good.”

“I’m glad.” Carly flipped to the next page. “What did you talk about?”

“Nothing much. He wanted to know how Elizabeth was feeling, how Lila was. He read about her birth. He asked if we would send pictures.” Jason reached out and covered her hand. “Of Lila, of the boys. Of anyone. I don’t want to push you because I know you want to protect Morgan and Michael but I think it would help him to have that contact.”

Carly set the book aside and stood to cross to the bookshelf where she kept various albums and withdrew a slim one. “I put the pictures that had Sonny in here.” She ran her fingers of the light brown leather. “I thought it would be easier for the boys if he wasn’t spread throughout the house.” She looked back at Jason. “Michael’s stopped asking about him so much and Morgan doesn’t even know him. Do you think I made a mistake?”

“I think you did what you thought was best.”

“He was a good husband once, a good man. A very good man. I loved him for a long time.” Her voice thickened. “I want my boys to know that about him. That he wasn’t always like this.”

“Visitation rights are still a year or so away,” Jason stood and crossed to her. “You would have time to prepare them for it. Maybe some phone calls from him.”

Carly nodded. “I think that would be a good idea. I have to talk to Lorenzo about some of this. He loves them as much as anyone and he has a right to decide this with me.”

“I understand that.”

She held out the book. “When you send the pictures of Lila, send these as well. Maybe it will remind him of the better times.”

Jason and Elizabeth’s Apartment: Living Room

Elizabeth studied Maxie very carefully. “And how many infants have you taken care of?” she asked stubbornly.

“I’ve been baby-sitting since I was thirteen,” Maxie said helpfully. “Lila’s just the prettiest baby, Elizabeth.”

“Mmmm,” Elizabeth wasn’t about to be deterred. “What do you do if she starts to cry?”

“First I’ll pick her up because sometimes they just to be held,” Maxie began, “and if that’s not it, I’ll check her diaper.”

“Elizabeth,” Jason took her elbow and pulled her towards the door. “Lila will be fine.”

“But–” Elizabeth protested.

“I know my mother’s phone number, I know my dad’s number and I know how to call the hospital,” Maxie assured her. “I told Kyle that I’m busy tonight so there will be no boys.”

“It’s fine, Maxie,” Jason said. He opened the door and tugged Elizabeth out. “Call us if you need anything.”

Elizabeth fretted until they were down in the parking garage. “I don’t know about this,” she murmured. “She’s so young.”

“Lila or Maxie?” Jason asked, slightly amused before leading her too the bike.

“She’s our little baby, Jason,” Elizabeth pouted. “What if she forgets who we are before we come home?” Her eyes widened. “What if she says her first word and calls Maxie mama?” Panicked now, she turned and would have made a leap for the elevator if Jason hadn’t plucked her off the ground and all but tossed her on the back of the bike.

“She’s a month old, she won’t call Maxie anything.” He handed her the helmet. “Put this on.”

“But–”

“Elizabeth, we won’t be gone more than a few hours.” He got on in front of her and started the bike.

“Jason–”

The rest of her protest was lost in the roar of the bike as he drove the bike out of the garage.

Jakes

“Why are we here?” Elizabeth asked as she climbed off the bike and stared at the neon sign. “I can’t remember the last time I was here.”

“I thought we’d play a game of pool,” Jason remarked casually. He strapped the helmets on the bike and took her hand. “You ready?”

“What are you up to?” Elizabeth asked suspiciously.

He didn’t answer and just led her inside the bar, which was empty. There was a single table in the center of the room with a candle lit. He narrowed his eyes. “Carly,” he muttered.

“Carly what?” Elizabeth asked as her eyes took in the scene around them.

“She knew I was bringing you here tonight and just had to do something.” He let go of her hand and moved to the center of the room. “It doesn’t look anything like it used to.”

“Well, no, it’s clean,” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “Jason, why would Carly be concerned with this?”

“She knew–” He broke off and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Never mind. Let’s just play a game.”

“Jason.” Elizabeth took his hands in hers. “What did Carly know?”

“I told her…” he hesitated. “Elizabeth, you know how much I love you right?”

She nodded. “I love you, too.”

“And I love Lila, more than I thought I could love anyone.”

“I know you do,” Elizabeth’s voice caught and she swallowed.

“I want a family with you. A permanent one. More children.” He took a deep breath. “I want to marry you.”

She’d had an idea that it was coming but she never dreamed it of what it would feel like to hear those words. To know that a year ago they’d barely been on speaking terms and now he was asking her to marry him. “Oh, Jason,” she breathed. She closed her eyes and tried to hide her smile. “I want to marry you, too.”

He let go of one of her hands to dig into his pocket. “I bought a ring,” Jason told her as he withdrew a velvet box. “I–” he broke off and just opened it to her show her the gold band with a deep red ruby instead of a traditional diamond.

“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured. But she didn’t take her eyes off his as he took it from the box and slid it on her fourth finger. “I’m going to make you so happy,” Elizabeth promised, throwing her arms around his neck.

“I think that’s supposed to be my line,” Jason said, closing his eyes and burying his face in her hair.

July 2, 2004

The Cellar

Emily raised her glass of champagne to her brother and her best friend. “Congratulations, you two. I’m just incredibly thrilled.” She elbowed Nikolas. “We both are, right?”

“Right,” Nikolas said hastily. He stepped forward and kissed Elizabeth’s cheek. “I’m happy about anything that makes you smile.”

“Thanks,” Elizabeth beamed.

“Can I have another?” Michael asked, jumping up and down to get his mother’s attention.

“No more soda for you,” Carly told him. She moved around the bar and poured him an iced tea. “Here.”

“Aww,” Michael pouted. “Sage gets to have soda.”

“Sage is an adult,” Carly said seriously.

Lorenzo paled. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“Believe it, Uncle Zo,” Sage teased, kissing her uncle on the cheek. “I am eighteen and I am so an adult.”

“Stop scaring your uncle,” Maxie came up next to her and gave her a one arm hug. “Hey, Mrs. Corinthos, hey Mr. Alcazar. D’ya think you can talk my mom into a party like this in November when I turn eighteen?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Carly smiled.

“Great, Sage, babe, I’ve got someone who wants to talk to you.” Maxie steered her best friend away from the adults and as they walked across the dance floor, the blonde cleared her throat. “You know there’s no one else I love more than you–except maybe my sister and that’s because my mom makes me.”

“I love you too,” Sage hugged her tightly.

“So when I tell you that I’m doing this for your own good, you know that I really mean it.”

Sage narrowed her eyes. “Maxie–”

Maxie pushed her into Carly’s office and closed the door behind her. “Maxie!” Sage called, knocking on the door.

“I didn’t think she’d actually get you to come.”

Sage whirled around. “What in the hell are you doing here?” she snarled.

“I don’t want to fight,” Lucas held up his hands. “I just wanted a chance to give you your present and apologize.”

She bit her lip. “Present?” she echoed, eyeing the elaborately decorated box sitting on Carly’s desk. She did love presents.

“I was working on it for a while, so I decided to just give it to you.” He stepped in front of the box. “But I wanted to say something first. I’m sorry. I handled the entire situation badly and my only defense is that I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

Sage shifted. “Right.”

“I didn’t even mean marriage would be like tomorrow or even in the next four years. And I wasn’t really asking,” Lucas swallowed. “I just meant…I wanted it in our future. When we were both ready.”

“That might have gone over better,” Sage said slowly.

“And when we had that fight, I didn’t know how to fix it. I didn’t know how to talk to you. So…I didn’t. And then I saw you with that other guy…” Lucas shook his head. “I just felt awful about it. I feel like a real jerk, Sage and I hope you can forgive me one day.”

“Uh huh,” she murmured.

Resigned to the fact that he’d screwed it up for good, Lucas turned and handed her the box. “My mom helped me with it.”

Sage set it on the chair in front of the desk and tore the top wrapping off. She took off the top lid and withdrew the first tissue wrapped package. She unwrapped it and saw a framed picture of she and Lucas at the Prom in early May. “Lucas…”

“There’s more. I asked Carly and Lorenzo for help with the rest of it.”

Sage set the frame aside and lifted the second out. A leather bound scrapbook. Filled with photos of her, of him throughout their entire lives. The first third of the book was pictures of her and mementos from her childhood–things she hadn’t realized her uncle saved. The second third of the book was like the first, only it was for Lucas.

And the final third was their six months together. Ticket stubs from their first movie. Wrapping paper from the gifts they’d exchanged at Christmas, dried rose petals from Valentine’s Day. “Lucas.”

“I know it seems a bit awkward to give it you know that we’ve…” He hesitated, not able to say the words. “But I worked really hard on it and I thought one day you might be able to look at it without hating me–”

“I don’t hate you, Lucas.” Sage set the book down carefully and wrapped her arms around his neck, steeping herself in his familiar scent. “I miss you,” she confessed.

He tightened his arms around her waist. “I miss you, too.”

She drew back, sliding her hands down his chest. “I don’t want to miss you anymore. I’ve seen the way the people in my life have let problems come between them and I don’t want that to be us.”

“I don’t either,” Lucas admitted. “Can you forgive me?”

Sage nodded and kissed him softly. “Yeah. I can.”

Back In The Front Room

“Great party,” Brian nodded, handing Courtney another soda. She sipped it and laughed.

“Yeah, hard to imagine Carly now has an eighteen-year-old daughter.” Her laughter faltered when she saw Elizabeth showing off her engagement ring and Jason holding Lila as they talked to Bobbie Spencer.

“So they’re getting married,” Brian said.

“Yeah.” Courtney smiled. It wasn’t a strong smile but he was relieved to see that it was genuine. “I’m glad. It’s been a long time coming.” She sipped her soda and set the glass back on their table. “I was thinking…maybe if you’re free one night this week, we could have dinner.”

“You sure?” Brian asked.

Courtney nodded and her smile was a little brighter now. “Yes, I’m sure.”

When Carly saw Sage and Lucas emerge from the back, hand in hand, she smiled and tapped her glass to get everyone’s attention. “I want to thank everyone for coming tonight. It means so much that you all wanted to celebrate Sage’s birthday.”

Sage grinned at the sea of people, none of which she’d known last year.

“It’s been quite a year for a lot of us in this room,” Carly continued. She linked hands with Lorenzo. “I’ve found a home in Lorenzo, in my family. My best friend in the whole world is finally marrying the girl he should have many moons ago.” She grinned saucily at Jason who just rolled his eyes and smiled down at Elizabeth and his daughter.

“My sister has moved away and I miss her…I miss her a lot,” Carly smiled at Courtney, “but am I so glad she’s happy.”

She raised her glass in the air. “A toast to the past year and all those to come.”

THE END

This entry is part 33 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

June 15, 2004

Carly and Lorenzo’s House: Sage’s Bedroom

Men–quite simply–were pigs.

All of them. Young and old. Short and tall. Thin and fat. Ugly and handsome.

Pigs.

It had been a full month since that night at the hospital and Lucas was avoiding her. He was eating lunch in the library, didn’t hang around her locker before or after school. He didn’t pick her up, take her home.

She wasn’t sure why it hurt so much to realize how easily he could dispose of her. People had treated her that way all her life – why should some guy be different?

She sighed and stretched out on her bed. She’d decorated this room when they’d moved in two months ago and it looked like any normal teenager’s rooms.

And normal teenagers got to sulk when their boyfriends dropped them without a word after proposing marriage.

Marriage. It still rocked her world knowing he’d brought that up–though it was obvious they never would have made it. Not if Lucas was going to solve all their problems by ignoring her.

Maxie had suggested that she make Kyle beat him up but Sage had shot the idea down. Doing that would let Lucas know he’d hurt her and she wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.

No, revenge was better served iced cold. Sage’s lips curved into a humorless smile.

And Sage could handle ice.

Elizabeth and Jason’s Apartment: Living Room

“Mom dropped me off,” Michael said solemnly. “I needed to talk to you and she said Sage needs girl time.”

“Okay.” Jason stepped aside and let the redhead enter. Elizabeth was in the nursery with Lila and he knew she’d been trying to get their daughter to sleep all afternoon.

Michael sat down on the couch. “Uncle Jason, I’ve been doing some really serious thinking.”

Jason perched on the coffee table in front of him. “Really.”

Michael nodded. “Mom and Lorenzo are pretty happy together and that’s cool because Sage is my older sister now and it’s neat having a sister.”

Jason nodded. “I like my sister, too.”

“And I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not fair Lila’s an only child.”

Jason sat back and swallowed hard. “Michael–”

“Since she and Morgan are kind of the same age, I thought maybe I could be Lila’s brother,” Michael continued hesitantly. “Just until you and Aunt Liz give her one.”

His throat was tight. “Michael…”

“Sage is really awesome and she looks after me and Morgan. I try to look after her too only it’s harder because she’s older and her problems are a lot worse. Like her boyfriend hasn’t called in a month and I feel bad because she cried a lot at first.”

“It’s natural to protect the people you love,” Jason murmured.

“Exactly. I can’t beat up Lucas because he’s older than me and would probably hurt me but Lila needs an older brother, Uncle Jason. She’s too little to take care of herself.”

“And you think you’re the man for the job.”

Michael nodded. “Clearly since I’m the only candidate. So, can I?”

“Well…” Jason sighed. “You know me and Elizabeth, we’re partners. She’s gonna have to have a say, too.” He was teasing Michael now but the boy nodded as though he were serious.

“Definitely, Uncle Jason. I think that’s where my daddy went wrong. He never ever asked my mother what she wanted and Zo always asks so I think if you want to keep Aunt Liz loving you, you always gotta ask.”

Jason nodded and patted Michael’s knee. “Let me go see if she’s put Lila down for her nap and we’ll talk about it.” He stood and went to the nursery.

Elizabeth was sitting by the window, cradling a still very much alert Lila in her arms. She was rocking back and forth, slowly and speaking in low whispers to their daughter.

He’d come across this sight a dozen times at least since they’d brought her home from the hospital and it still amazed him. “Hey.”

She looked up and smiled. “Hey. I don’t think Lila’s up for a nap right now.”

“Well, that’s good then since Michael’s here and he wants to talk to us both. I’m sure he’d like to see Lila.”

Elizabeth frowned. “Is he all right?”

“He’s fine. He just wants to talk to us about something.” He watched as she stood and then readjusted the baby in her arms. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as she drew closer to him.

“That’s the third time you’ve said that to me today,” Elizabeth remarked. “I used to have pry stuff like that out of you with a crow bar.”

“Well, you are beautiful,” Jason said simply. “When I see you holding Lila, I’m just amazed that this is my life now.”

Touched, Elizabeth reached up and kissed him softly. “When I hold Lila, I’m amazed that this is my life, too,” she told him.

“Are you guys kissing in there?” Michael called. “Because that’s icky.”

Elizabeth smirked and handed Lila to her father. “Oh, he’s Carly’s all right.”

Jason followed her into the living room and he set Lila in Michael’s arms. “Careful,” he cautioned. “Watch her head.”

“Hi, Lila,” Michael greeted. “You might not remember me from the hospital but I’m Michael.” He looked to Jason. “Did you tell her?”

“I thought you might like to.” Jason sat in the armchair and pulled Elizabeth into his lap.

Michael grimaced–girls were still icky in his point of view. “Lila’s really little and she doesn’t have any brothers of her own to take care of her so I thought maybe I could be her brother,” he blurted out.

Elizabeth blinked. “Oh, Michael.”

“I already talked to Mom and Zo and they said it would be okay,” Michael hurried to explain.

Elizabeth stood up and kneeled in front of him. “I’ve known you most of your life,” she began with a smile. “Jason always had you at the garage when you were a baby. Did you know that?”

“Jason took care of me for a whole year,” Michael said with a look towards his uncle that was so full of love and respect, Elizabeth could feel a lump begin to form in her throat.

“He loves you so much, Michael, that it spills over sometimes and I know that I love you just as much but I want you to know that you never had to ask,” she told him. “Lila would be so lucky to call you her brother.”

“Really?” Michael’s eyes lit up. “Even though I’m not blood?”

“Blood doesn’t make a family. Love does. It makes Jason Carly’s family. It makes Emily my sister. It makes Sage your sister and Morgan her brother. Of course you can be Lila’s brother and you can count on that even if we have a boy of our own. You can be his brother too.” She kissed his forehead. “My family is your family, Michael.”

Jason knew she’d find a way to put it better than he could but she’d blown even his expectations out of the water. That she welcomed Michael as part of her family, letting him play brother to their daughter–he wasn’t sure if he could ever love her more than he did right now.

And then she proved him wrong.

“Are you going to have more kids?” Michael asked curiously.

“As many as possible.” She squeezed his hands. “Especially now that I’ve got Jason to share my life with. He’s the best isn’t he?”

“Definitely,” Michael agreed, grinning widely–showing off his missing front tooth. “He’s better than ice cream.”

Elizabeth laughed and leaned in as if sharing a secret though her hushed voice was still clearly heard to him. “He’s better than painting and ice cream rolled into one.”

Club 101

Lucas sipped his soda and scowled as Dillon danced with a girl they knew from school. “He has no business dancing with that girl.”

“Oh, be quiet. They’re friends.” Kyle leaned forward. “Look, I got a confession to make.”

Lucas looked at him warily. “What?”

“I said Sage wouldn’t be here tonight but there’s a possibility that she might.”

Lucas scowled. “What the hell?”

Kyle dragged a hand through his hair and made an attempt to look apologetic. He wasn’t fond of sandbagging one of his friends like this–even if that friend was Lucas. But he loved his girlfriend and he agreed with the general plan. Make Lucas realize that Sage was not going to come crawling back.

And she shouldn’t have to. Lucas had sprung marriage on her too quick–he should have given her time to adjust. Marriage at seventeen wasn’t common anymore and Lucas needed to emerge from the dark ages. The man was miserable without Sage and if tonight helped him to see what he was missing, Kyle could deal with that.

Maxie had made him promise not to breathe a word of any of this to anyone else but he knew that Sage had spent the first two weeks of Lucas’s absence crying herself to sleep and the second two weeks, she’d been stonily silent. He liked Sage–thought she was funny and had a lot of backbone. She’d been good to Maxie and Maxie wanted to help her.

Which meant Kyle wanted to help her.

“I know you’re still a little sore after the break-up,” Kyle began, choosing his words carefully. He knew Lucas liked to think that they had just out of touch for a while and the thinking of it as a break up was sure to put him in a foul mood.

“We didn’t break up,” Lucas muttered.

“But Sage is a very pretty girl and she’s ready to move on–”

“The hell she is,” Lucas declared.

“Maxie wanted me to set her up with a friend,” Kyle continued. “So I did.” At Lucas’s glare, he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, when the girlfriend makes a command, the boyfriend listens.”

“You set my girlfriend up on a date with a college guy?” Lucas demanded, rising to his feet. Seeing that plan had been set in motion, Dillon abandoned Holly Jackson and joined them.

“What’s wrong?”

“I knew you were a jackass,” Lucas remarked angrily. “But–”

“But what?” Kyle tossed back. “You had a great girlfriend but you tossed her aside because she wasn’t ready to do things your way. You’ve ignored her for the past month. Did you think she was going to sit around and wait while you realized what a idiot you were?”

“I didn’t think my own best friend was going to sell me up the river,” Lucas retorted.

Dillon frowned. “Well, you were pretty hard on her,” he began to recite the speech Georgie had written for him.

“Stay out of this, Dillon,” Kyle said surprisingly. Dillon frowned. This wasn’t in the plan.

“Listen, Radcliffe–”

“No, you listen,” Kyle interrupted “I’ve watched Maxie tear herself in two because she loves you both and I’ve had to watch Sage be so miserable she barely leaves the house. She’s seventeen years old, she’s had a crappy life and one of the few people she counted on not to abandon her did exactly what everyone else in her life has done. You stopped calling, Lucas. You stopped going to her locker, eating with them at lunch, picking her up. You dropped her cold, you son of a bitch, and I can’t think of anyone who deserved it less than Sage.”

Lucas glared at him. “You think I haven’t been miserable? She hasn’t exactly called me either–”

He stopped abruptly at the sight of Sage being lead into the club by someone he’d never seen before. He was taller than Lucas with skin the color of rich dark chocolate and eyes to match. He was laughing at something Sage had said and her own expression was amused.

She was wearing a white tank top with lace straps and a black miniskirt. Her heels were the spiked kind that she loved because they put her at an even height with him.

She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He narrowed his eyes and started across the room.

When Lucas was out of earshot, Dillon looked at Kyle oddly. “That wasn’t the script.”

“No, that was one friend giving another a firm kick in the ass.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lucas demanded when he’d reached the other couple.

Sage froze for a second before finding her voice. She smiled warmly and kissed him on the cheek. “Lucas, I feel like it’s been forever. This is Jamie, one of Kyle’s friends from Yale.” Sage looked up at Jamie. “Jamie, this is a friend of mine–Lucas Jones.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jamie said, extending a hand. He was not surprised when Lucas gave him a scathing glare before turning his full attention on Sage.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lucas repeated.

Sage blinked innocently. “Lucas, you’re acting awfully strange. We broke up.” She sighed heavily. “I was hoping we could still be friends.”

“Friends?” Lucas repeated incensed. “And we did not break up!”

She bit her lip and struggled to keep it together. “Lucas,” she said softly. “Don’t make a scene.”

His face was beat red and he was sure his heart was going to explode at any minute. A scene? The love of his life had waltzed into the club with another man and she didn’t want him to cause a scene? The hell with that.

He grabbed her arm and started to pull her towards the entrance. Somewhat concerned, Jamie followed but stopped when Kyle shook his head. This was supposed to happen.

He had her on the steps before she managed to claw her way out of his iron grip. “Get your damn hands off me,” she hissed, smacking him hard across the face.

Her ring cut into his cheek and opened a small river of blood. “Watch it!”

“I don’t want you to touch me!” Sage cried.

“Sage, damn it, you proved your point.” He gripped her shoulders and shook her a little. “I’m sorry, okay? I know I’ve been ass–”

“You think that makes it okay?” Sage nearly popped a blood vessel. Whenever her temper really let go, she’d start swearing in a few different languages, most notably Spanish and French. She let out a long string of many colorful words and he was sure she’d cursed every part of his anatomy. “You break my heart, you throw me away and you think an apology makes it better?”

“I did not throw you away,” Lucas retorted. “We had a fight.”

“I lived my whole life hoping to win my father’s love,” Sage said testily. “I will not live the rest of it doing what you say when you say. I marry when I am ready. And I get engaged when I damn well feel like it. And I will never marry someone who throws away six months when I don’t do what they want.”

“Sage–”

“We are over, Lucas. Over,” Sage slashed her arms in the air to emphasize her point. “I came here tonight thinking that I would make you jealous–so you would see what you’ve been throwing away but now I realize I don’t want you back at all.”

Lucas paled. “You don’t mean that.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I do mean that. I hope you choke on your own pride, you son of a bitch. I have a date to get back to.”

Before she could get two steps away, Lucas grabbed her arm to pull her back. She whirled around and slugged him in the nose. “Son of–” Lucas yelped.

“Keep your hands off me,” Sage warned.

Inside

Maxie and Georgie had joined Kyle, Jamie and Dillon when Sage stormed back in. She sat next to Jamie and glared at the three men at the table. “Men are pigs.”

“Where’s Lucas?” Georgie asked, her face falling. “Didn’t it work?”

“It worked.” Sage cursed again in Spanish, leading Dillon–who spoke the language–to cross his legs protectively.

“Um…” Maxie traded looks with her sister. “I’m confused. Then where is he?”

“Outside bleeding to death I hope.”

Jamie shifted in his seat. “You’ve got some temper on you, huh?”

Sage smiled at him, the murderous look in her eyes contrasting with the expression. “Just a little. Glad you have a girlfriend?”

“Immensely,” Jamie nodded. “Kara’s never gonna believe all the new Spanish I’ve learned.”

Dillon coughed. “We’re off target here. I thought this was supposed to get them back together,” he told Georgie.

“It was,” she murmured. “Sage, what’s wrong?”

“I got what I wanted and realized I didn’t want it anymore.” Sage took Kyle’s soda and sipped it. “If he can ignore me for a month and treat me like I’m the one who was wrong, then maybe I never knew him at all.”

This entry is part 32 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

May 15, 2004

The Cellar: Bathroom

Elizabeth bit her lip. “Okay, I think I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to have a baby.”

Courtney laughed nervously. “A little late for that. Listen–I’ll just go get Jason–”

Elizabeth’s wrist shot out to catch her before she could leave. “No, no, don’t leave.” She closed her eyes. “Oh, God, this hurts.”

“Okay, let’s sit down.” Courtney held out her arms. “Grip me, and I’ll help you sit. Just until I get back with Jason.”

Elizabeth grabbed her and Courtney gently lowered her to sit on the floor. “Just—breathe, okay?”

Elizabeth nodded and Courtney rushed back into the main room. She grabbed Brian’s arm as she went past him, dragging him to Jason.

“Elizabeth’s water just broke,” she said in a rush of breath. “In the bathroom.”

Jason took off without another word and Courtney looked to Brian. “Find Carly–she’ll know who to call.”

“Okay,” Brian agreed but he was talking to her back as she was rushing in the other direction.

Elizabeth’s face was dripping in sweat by the time Jason reached her. Her breathing was labored and silent tears were streaking down her cheeks. “It hurts so much,” she choked.

Jason swung her arm around his shoulder and lifted her into his arms, bracing her extra weight quite easily. “It’s okay, we’re going to the hospital.” He nodded to Courtney who was holding the door open for them.

“I think I’ve been in labor all day.” She admitted as he moved quickly down the hallway and back into the main club.

“Carly pulled the car around already,” Lorenzo said rapidly as they used the second entrance. “She called Elizabeth’s grandmother and Sage has the rest of the list going now, okay?”

“Thanks,” Jason remarked moving towards the car. He helped Elizabeth into the back before climbing in after her. Carly took off, the brakes of the car squealing.

Inside the club, Sage was handing out numbers for the teens to call. “I’ll call Emily,” she said, “Georgie, call Lucky Spencer. Maxie, you call Nikolas Cassadine and Lucas, call your mom.”

“What about us?” Kyle asked, almost pouting.

“You and Dillon go get your cars. We’ve got some people who need to get to the hospital and it’d be easier if the cars were right outside when we were ready to go.”

“Right.” Kyle left the club, Dillon in tow while Sage and the teens called Elizabeth’s friends and family. Courtney and Brian hurried to close down the club before the entire entourage adjourned to the hospital.

General Hospital

Audrey was already on shift at the hospital and was waiting for them at the emergency room doors. “How far apart?” she asked Jason quickly.

“About five minutes,” Jason answered. He helped Elizabeth into a wheelchair. “Her bag’s at the apartment,” he told her.

“She won’t need it right now anyway.” Audrey kissed Elizabeth’s forehead. “How are you feeling darling?”

Elizabeth clutched at the front of her grandmother’s sweater. “Drugs,” she panted as another contraction hit. “Now.”

“Well, that answers my question. Jason, let’s get you scrubbed up and ready for the delivery room,” Audrey took his arm but he was reluctant to leave Elizabeth. He kissed her forehead before following her grandmother.

Three hours later, the entire group had assembled in the waiting room. Carly was pacing like a nervous mother, muttering something about muffins and babies that Lorenzo couldn’t quite catch.

Lucky and Nikolas were arguing over godfather rights while Emily was smugly gloating at already having been picked godmother. Bobbie and Audrey were sharing pictures of their children–Bobbie had Lucas, BJ and Carly while Audrey showed off Tommy, Sarah and Elizabeth. Monica had arrived not long ago and was showing off her own three children’s pictures.

The teens were standing by the vending machine placing bets on which bag of potato chips had been in there longer. “This is a trick game,” Kyle decided after choosing the bag of Fritos.

“It is not. You can tell the Doritos have been in there longer from the dust,” Georgie defended.

“Yeah, but how you gonna tell who’s right?” Kyle pointed out. “Any bag can be dusty. Someone’s going to have to try it.”

“That’s right,” Sage nodded. “And the only fair way is to choose one person to eat one chip from each bag.”

“That’s disgusting,” Lucas remarked. “Who would do that?”

All eyes turned to Dillon who scowled. “You eat one chip off the floor and suddenly you turn into Mikey.”

“Mikey?” Sage echoed.

“Yeah, the Life cereal commercial,” Maxie said. “‘Give it to Mikey, he likes everything.'”

“I wonder whatever happened to Mikey,” Georgie pondered.

“He got sick because the people he trusted kept giving him bad food to be funny,” Dillon pouted.

Jason entered the waiting room and seemed surprised by the crowd that had gathered. “Carly–can I see you for a minute?” he asked, raising his voice over the many shouting inquiries about Elizabeth and the baby.

Carly followed him back into the maternity ward and frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“The baby–” Jason hesitated and looked away, swallowing hard. “The baby’s in the wrong position. They’re trying to turn her but Elizabeth may have to have caesarean.” His worried blue eyes met hers. “I don’t know anything about those. I read about everything else but–”

“They’re common and they’re safe,” Carly immediately. “A lot of women have them and go on to have more children.” She touched his arm. “Elizabeth is stubborn and she wants this baby. She’s going to be fine.”

“D-Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want them to worry until we know for sure she has to have one.” He took a deep breath. “I should get back in there.”

She kissed his cheek. “Tell her we’re out here and that we love her.”

“You do?” Jason asked with a hint of humor in his eyes.

“On certain Sundays, sure.” Carly grinned. “Get back in there and get your kid out here.”

When Jason got back into the delivery room, Dr. Meadows informed him that they’d been successful in turning the baby. He hurried to Elizabeth’s side and brushed her sweaty hair off her forehead. “Carly says you’re going to be fine.”

Elizabeth gritted her teeth, “Oh well if Carly says it,” she panted.

“Okay, Elizabeth, you’re dilated to ten,” Dr. Meadows told her. “When the next contraction hits, you can start pushing.”

Elizabeth’s held fell back and she closed her eyes. “I think the epidural is wearing off.” The monitor next to her started to beep, signaling an oncoming contraction. Elizabeth clenched Jason’s hand more tightly.

“Okay, push!” Dr. Meadows called. Elizabeth bit down hard and did as she was told.

“Never again,” she choked out. “You. Are. Never. Touching. Me. Again.”

“They all say that,” a nurse told Jason with a comforting smile. “They never mean it.”

“The hell I don’t!”

Waiting Room

Dillon stared at the Doritos. “No.”

“Dillon,” Georgie began cajolingly.

“No,” he repeated.

“But how am I supposed to win?”

“I am not a Mikey.”

Lucas rolled his eyes at their bantering and grabbed Sage’s hand, pulling her down the hallway. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

She tensed. “Yeah?”

“Relax.” His thumbs moved across the back of her hands in small circles. “I just wanted to talk about graduation.”

“Okay.” Sage nodded. “Graduation is next month.”

“And I’m going to Yale in the fall,” Lucas continued. “Kyle and I are getting an apartment together.”

Sage raised an eyebrow, her amusement clear. “You and Kyle.”

Lucas grinned and looked away. “He’s not a total loser.” He cleared his throat. “So, I’ll just come down the same weekends he does. It’s worked for him and Maxie.”

Some of the tension left her shoulders and she brightened. “You mean a long distance relationship?”

He nodded apprehensively. “I know how difficult they can be and I understand if–”

“Lucas,” Sage interrupted with exasperation. “I love you. Don’t be so stupid.”

He exhaled slowly. “Good. That makes this next part easier.”

“Next part?” Sage repeated mystified. “Lucas, are you feeling all right?”

“I love you, Sage,” Lucas began, “And I know you’re only seventeen and that I’m only eighteen and that your uncle can have me working some freighter in Antarctica with a snap of his fingers–”

Sage rolled her eyes. “Honestly.”

“–but,” Lucas continued, “I know how I feel about you and I think I just want to make it clear that I want to marry you someday.”

Sage blinked and went very still. “Marry me,” she repeated softly. “You want to marry me.”

“After college and everything,” Lucas hurried to explain. “There’s no hurry.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You really love me.”

“Well–yeah–didn’t I just say that?”

“And you want to marry me.”

“Are you okay, Sage?” Lucas asked with some concern.

“I just–” she took a deep breath. “I’m fine. This–this is just so out of blue, Lucas. We’ve never talked about this.”

Lucas swallowed hard. “We’re talking about it now.”

“Right.” Sage tugged her hands from his grasp and clasped them behind her back. “Lucas–”

“If this isn’t what you want, then you just have to say so,” he said sharply.

“Lucas, come on–I’m seventeen years old. I love you but we have years before we have to think about something like marriage,” Sage protested. “I’m not ready to make that kind of promise–”

“I thought we were on the same page,” Lucas remarked. “That we felt the same. Obviously, this was just a way to pass the time for you.”

“Don’t be like this, Lucas,” Sage said quietly. “Don’t be someone I have to pretend with. We’ve been together for six months. I’ve never lived anywhere for six months much less dated the same guy for that long. You were the first person here that I trusted and I love you. But that does not mean I have to sign my life over to you because you say so. Because you’re ready to do that.”

“If you think I’m asking you to do that, then you don’t know me at all,” Lucas stated coldly. “Plenty of people get engaged in high school.”

“And plenty of people decide that it’s not what they want,” Sage said, her voice just as frostbitten. “People leave. People change their minds. And I don’t see marriage as just the next logical step. My parents did that. My father decided he wanted a family. He picked my mother and marriage was just a logical step for him. Having a child was a logical step. That is not the way I’m going to live my life.”

“It’s pretty clear that we’re not on the same wavelength here. I’m not asking you yet. I love you, Sage. I know you had a rotten childhood. I know–”

“And I’m supposed to jump into your arms because you tell me that?” Sage asked. “Especially when you sound so patronizing like I’m a child that needs to be soothed?”

“Stop being so defensive. I wasn’t planning on actually asking for a while. I just wanted you to know how I felt.” Lucas grimaced. “Though I’m beginning to have second thoughts.”

Sage kept her face blank, her eyes clear. He wasn’t going to see how much that hurt her. He just wasn’t getting it. “Fine. You stay here and have your second thoughts.”

Waiting Room

When Sage re-entered the waiting room, Audrey and Emily were gone. “Did she have the baby?”

Maxie nodded, excitedly. “A little girl. Just a few—” the smile faded. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Sage said quickly. “So she’s healthy and Elizabeth is okay?”

“Yeah.” Maxie shook her head. “No something’s wrong, What did my cousin say?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Sage promised.

“Sage–”

“Later,” she hissed.

Delivery Room

Elizabeth’s eyes were drooping but she forced them to stay open. “She’s the most beautiful baby in the world, isn’t she?” she glanced up at Jason who was looking at his daughter almost in awe.

“Her fingers are so small,” Emily marveled. She leaned her head against her brother’s shoulder. “What are you going to name her?”

“Lila Emily Morgan,” Elizabeth said. She looked to her grandmother. “And our next daughter is going to be Audrey, I promise Gram.”

“What happened to your husband not touching you anymore?” the attending nurse joked as she gently lifted Lila from Elizabeth’s reluctant embrace. “I’m bringing her right back, Mom, just got to take some vitals and write some things down. Besides, you’re moving to your own room and you can take her in there with you.”

“Just as long as you’re both healthy, I don’t care if her name is Gertrude,” Audrey said with a warm smile. She kissed Elizabeth’s forehead. “Emily, let’s go back into the waiting room and give them a few moments alone before the herd comes in.”

When they were gone, Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned back, a tired smile on her face. “I can’t believe she’s finally here,” she murmured.

“She doesn’t seem real,” Jason replied. He brushed his lips across her forehead. “You’re incredible, Elizabeth.”

“I love you so much,” she murmured. “For giving me the life I didn’t think I’d ever get.”

He took her hand in his and kissed her palm, watching as she slid into a painless sleep brought on by the drugs. “I love you, too,” he said. “For giving me the life I didn’t think I deserved.”