February 20, 2014

This entry is part 3 of 11 in the Jaded

“Nikolas Cassadine to see you, sir.”

Mac Scorpio eyed his lieutenant, Marcus Taggart, with weary eyes. “Are you serious?”

Taggart smirked. “Dead serious. He’s in the squad room, demanding to meet with you.”

Mac dropped his head to the desk and gently slammed it against the surface. “Why me?”

“Don’t know, commissioner.” Taggart entered the room more fully and closed the door behind him. “You don’t suppose there’s any truth to his allegations, do you?”

Mac raised his head and glared at the man. “No,” he said firmly. “I knew Elizabeth before Lucky Spencer ever dated her. I do not, for one second, believe that she had anything to do with Lucky’s death.”

“Well, sir, if you don’t mind me saying so, that is your personal opinion.” Taggart shrugged. “I have to admit–it’s suspicious. Girl comes to town for no reason other than she picked it on a map, and within months has married one of the most prominent young men in town–who’s connected to the Spencers, the Cassadines and to a certain extent, the Quartermaines. And months later, her husband dies on his way to pick her up from work. The kid’s born and she buys the restaurant from you and Felicia using his insurance money.”

Mac nodded. “And if it were anyone else besides Elizabeth, I’d agree and recommend an investigation be opened. But Elizabeth didn’t want to date Lucky at first–he kept asking her out. And she only used a quarter of the money on the Outback. Felicia and I were looking to sell it and she was looking to buy it–it just worked out. Whatever was left of the money, she put into a trust fund for her daughter. Elizabeth Spencer is not a murderer–she didn’t marry Lucky to kill him.”

“All right, I trust your judgment,” Taggart replied. “I just want to make sure you remember that the only thing that’s backing you up is your own opinion and that won’t hold up in a court of law.”

“As long as I’m commissioner,” Mac said, “Elizabeth will not be charged with a murder that didn’t happen. It was raining, someone ran a red light and unfortunately, Lucky Spencer paid the price. I won’t haul that girl because his brother has money and connections.”

“All right, all right,” Taggart said, holding his hands up in surrender. “What do you want me to do with Cassadine?”

Mac sighed wearily. “Bring him in, I guess. Don’t really have a choice I suppose.”

Taggart disappeared and minutes later, Nikolas Cassadine stormed in. “Commissioner, this is ridiculous–”

“Have a seat, Nikolas,” Mac said, standing and gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. “What brings you here?”

Nikolas ignored the chair and glared at him. “What do you think brought me here, Commissioner? Elizabeth is still walking free while my brother lies cold in the ground. Is that fair?”

Mac refrained from rolling his eyes. “Nikolas, this is the same argument that we have every week and I’ll tell you the same thing I always do. Bring me evidence and we’ll investigate. Until then, we’ve got nothing but your word to go on.”

“So because she covered her tracks, she’s going to get away with it?” Nikolas demanded, his nostrils flaring angrily. “That is completely unfair and I shouldn’t have to stand for it.”

“Nikolas, you and I both know that Elizabeth didn’t do a thing to Lucky,” Mac said, his patience reaching its limit. “You have this whole situation worked out in your mind and you’re telling anyone who’ll listen that she killed him–that’s slander and I wouldn’t be surprised if she sued you.”

“Well, she can counter sue me then,” Nikolas fumed. “Because I’m suing for her wrongful death.”

Mac sank into his seat. “Nikolas, do I need to remind you that’s there’s no evidence that says Elizabeth had anything to do with Lucky’s death?”

“My lawyers think they can get a conviction,” Nikolas said. “I can petition for the insurance money and then you get an investigation opened on that basis, can’t you?”

“A guilty verdict in a civil suit will mean next to nothing in criminal court, as I’m sure your lawyers have advised you.”

“My lawyers will be calling for your deposition.” Nikolas glared at him a moment longer before exiting the office. Mac let his head drop to the desk again.

—-

Lily hurried down the hallway towards the penthouse, practically dragging poor Michael along with her. She could still hear the phone ringing as she dug in her purse for her keys. “Please don’t hang up!” she pleaded as if the phone could hear her.

She threw the door open, yanked Michael inside and closed it behind her. She grabbed the receiver up and said breathlessly, “Hello?”

“Lil!”

Lily grimaced and sank onto the couch and covered her eyes. “Robin.”

As if sensing his mother was now in a bad mood, Michael climbed into her lap and rested his head against her chest. Lily stroked her son’s dark hair as Robin Scorpio tittered on about Paris.

“Robin,” she broke in mid-chatter. “Is there a reason you called?”

Robin fell silent. Whether she was surprised at Lily’s bluntness or that she’d had the nerve to interrupt her, Lily could only guess, but Lily wasn’t about to waste her time with a girl she’d never liked and pretend they’d been friends. Finally, Robin asked, “How is he?”

“What? Since you broke his heart and took off on a grand adventure?” Lily asked. Michael raised his head and shook his finger, as if reprimanding his mother for her biting tone.

“I did no such thing!” Robin argued. “I can only take so much, you know. He’s going through a phase and I shouldn’t have to nurse him through it.”

“A phase?” Lily echoed. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean. He thinks he’s no good because of Sonny. Well, I can’t keep trying to convince him differently, especially when I agree.”

Michael whimpered as his mother’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. “Excuse me?” Lily asked, her voice nearly a growl. Michael hurriedly backed off his mother’s lap and headed for the floor where his trucks were.

“I think Jason is being an idiot. Pretending to have all this power because he stepped in for Sonny,” Robin explained. “He didn’t understand that he blew his only chance to get out.”

“Blew his only chance?” Lily repeated, desperately wishing this foolish girl were in front of her right now so she could tell her exactly what she thought of her. Or ring her neck–either way.

“He had a chance to lead his own life,” Robin went on, obviously not understanding how angry Lily was becoming. “To get out, have a good life. Get married.”

“Oh, so it’s your understanding that Jason can’t have a life or get married as long as he does what he does,” Lily said, adopting a false understanding tone.

“Exactly,” Robin said. “I mean, you saw what happened to Sonny. That scared the shit out of me.”

“Yeah? Me, too. Then again, it was my husband,” Lily snapped. “Listen to me you self-centered little arrogant piece of–”

“Whoa, whoa,” Robin said. “Lil, calm down. What’s gotten into you?”

“You!” Lily exploded, lunging to her feet. She began to pace. “You’ve gotten into me you rotten piece of shit. No wonder Jason still feels responsible for that car bomb! Jesus Christ, Robin, do you have any idea what you’ve done to him?”

“What I’ve done to him?” Robin argued. “How about what happened to me? I wasted three years on him–”

Her words were abruptly cut off as Lily slammed the phone down. She hadn’t understood exactly how much Robin had attributed to Jason’s state of mind. No wonder the man shut down the second he thought he might be interested in another woman. After what Robin had done, Lily was surprised the man hadn’t become a monk.

“Mommy?” Michael asked softly. Lily turned to see her son tugging at her parents. “Is you still mad?”

Lily sighed and bent over to pick him up. “No, sweetie. I’m sorry if I scared you–but Mommy had a call from a very mean person.”

Michael nodded. “What kind of mean person?”

“A very person who doesn’t understand what a great person Uncle Jason is,” Lily explained. Michael’s brown eyes lit up at the mention of his uncle.

“Unca Jase is cool,” Michael reported, a wide smile on his face. “He’s gonna take me on his bike.”

“Yeah…we’ll see,” Lily murmured. She smiled a little. “Mikey, do you remember Elizabeth?”

Michael’s face scrunched. “The pretty lady with the baby?”

Lily laughed. “That’s right. The pretty lady with the baby.” She sat on the couch and shifted Michael so he sitting on her lap. “How would you feel if she were around more?”

Michael cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think she and Uncle Jason could be good friends. What do you think?” Lily asked.

Michael nodded slowly. “I think Lizbeth would be cool.” His face grew serious. “As long as her baby don’t take my place.”

Lily leaned her forehead against her son’s. “Sweetheart, there is no person in the world that could take the place you have in Jason’s heart.”

Michael grinned. “Then she can come around.”

—-

Nikolas stormed into the Spencer house to see Luke and Laura sitting calmly on the couch. At Nikolas’s noisy entrance, Luke turned around and frowned.

“What the hell do you want?”

Nikolas glared at his mother’s husband before turning his attention to Laura who had stood. Luke stood as well, still regarding him with wary eyes. “I just got back from the police station.”

“Is anything wrong?” Laura asked, worried.

Nikolas shook his head. “No, except Mac Scorpio is still turning a blind eye to the truth.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Not this again.”

Nikolas threw him a dirty look. “She killed him, Luke. I know you don’t want to hear–”

“You’re damn right I don’t want to hear it!” Luke roared, rounding the couch. “I am sick and tired of you comin’ in here and spouting that garbage. Elizabeth is part of this family–she was your brother’s wife and that’s all that matters, damn it. You’re being ridiculous, going ’round town telling everyone she killed him when you know damn well she had nothin’ to do with it.”

“With all respect Luke, I don’t know anything of the sort,” Nikolas snapped. “All I know is barely after a year of meeting her, my brother is dead and she’s moved on.”

“Nikolas, please,” Laura whispered. “Maybe you should just drop it–”

“She killed him, Mother, and you know it.”

Laura peered up her husband. “Luke–”

“Angel, don’t let this Spawn contaminate you,” Luke said kindly. He glared at his wife’s son. “You leave Elizabeth the hell alone–she has enough to worry about without you comin’ around and acting like an idiot.”

Nikolas crossed his arms. “You can’t deny that she moved on awfully quick.”

Luke narrowed his eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I saw her the other night at the Outback,” Nikolas reported, his tone gleeful. “She was flirting with none other than Jason Morgan.”

Luke chuckled. “You think Junior will do anything? Morgan ain’t been right since Corinthos blew up and everyone knows it. He ain’t got the heart to love anyone–and I doubt you saw what you think you saw.” His eyes hardened. “You stay away from Jason Morgan, do you hear me? You don’t mess with him and you don’t mess with Elizabeth. Jason is a good friend of mine–even if he is a little screwed up.”

“Brain damaged is more like it,” Nikolas snorted. Luke’s eyes were practically glowing with rage. It was Laura’s presence that kept him from attacking the Cassadine spawn.

“Laura, darlin’,” Luke began in deceptively calm voice. “Go into the kitchen.”

Laura looked from her son to her husband. “Luke, maybe he has a point. I mean, Elizabeth and Lucky barely knew one another before they got married. And then he’s dead and now she’s moving on with Jason? It seems…”

“Angel, I told you. I don’t care if he is your son–all Cassadines know how to do is lie,” Luke said gently. “Now, please, go into the kitchen.”

“No,” Laura said in a somewhat firm voice. “I…I want to hear what Nikolas has to say.”

“You see what you’ve done?” Luke spat. “You’ve turned Laura against her own daughter-in-law.” He looked at his wife. “Darlin’, if you go along with this creep and you start accusing Elizabeth, then she’s going to take Lex away. She won’t let her daughter around you–you know that sweetheart.”

Laura’s blue eyes filled with fear. “But I love that girl,” she whispered.

“We’ll petition for custody,” Nikolas remarked smugly. Luke glared at him again.

“You stay away from Lex, too, you hear? She’s none of your concern. She is Elizabeth’s daughter, not yours.”

“I haven’t made my mind up yet,” Laura said, “and I want to hear what he say to say. So, please, Luke, leave us alone.”

“Angel–”

“Luke,” Laura said, sounding stronger than she had in all the months since Lucky’s death, “Leave us be.”

Never one to deny his wife, Luke left. He grabbed his coat and set out for the Outback, hoping to give Elizabeth a heads up.

Laura had chosen a side.

—-

Elizabeth was tending the bar that night when Luke entered the Outback. He made a beeline for the brunette, whose face lit up at the sight of her father-in-law.

“Well, if it isn’t the second most beautiful girl in town,” Luke said, grinning at her as he took a seat in front of her.

“Nice of you to lie…” Elizabeth shook her head and grinned at one of the few people left in town who believed in her. “What’ll it be?”

Luke scanned the room slightly unnerved at being in a competing club. “Darlin’, we need to discuss your business ventures. What do you say you sell this dump and come work with me at Luke’s?”

Elizabeth smiled at him. “Luke, you know that’s not going to happen.”

“Yeah, I know.” Luke’s face turned serious. “There’s a reason I’m here.”

“You? Have an ulterior motive?” Elizabeth said, faking shock. She pressed a hand to her chest. “I don’t believe it.”

“Yeah, well…the spawn was by again tonight.”

Elizabeth grimaced. “Yeah, Mac called me. I guess he went straight from the station.”

“Good that Bubba’s keeping you in the loop cause I think Cassadine is gonna start playin’ dirty.”

“Well, he’s already filed for a civil suit. He wants to have me legally declared responsible for Lucky’s death.”

Luke frowned. “Well, he’s nuts if he thinks he can prove it.”

Elizabeth shrugged. “He probably can’t–not ethically. Mac told me that he and Taggart are probably going to be subpoenaed, but there’s not much they can tell a judge or jury other than what happened. Lucky was hit by a driver head-on. I couldn’t have known–and they’ll tell anyone who wants to listen.”

Luke nodded gravely. “And when they bring up you usin’ insurance money, I’ll tell what happened.”

“That Lucky and I were discussing buying the place anyway, and that you suggested I use the insurance money,” Elizabeth supplied. She gave him a grateful smile. “I already hired a lawyer and we’ve been over everything.”

Luke frowned. “You hired a lawyer without talkin’ to me first? I’m insulted.”

Elizabeth’s smile broadened. “You’ll love this one–Alexis Davis.”

Luke grinned. “Spawn’s aunt? You’re right–I do love that.” He cocked his head to the side. “Her rates are kinda high don’tcha think? Not that I wouldn’t help you–”

“Actually…” Elizabeth hesitated. “She’s not charging her usual rates.”

“She’s not?” Luke’s eyebrows shot up. “She must be ticked at the Spawn.”

“Yeah, more than likely,” Elizabeth agreed, grateful she hadn’t had to explain Jason Morgan and his strange arrangement.

Luke leaned forward. “There is something the Spawn told me…and he told Laura…who I think has finally chosen a side.”

Elizabeth sighed. “Yeah, I expected her to do that. What did Nikolas tell you?”

Luke shifted on his chair. “That he saw here…flirtin’ with Jason Morgan.”

“Flirting with Jason Morgan?” Elizabeth repeated. She frowned. “How could he have seen me? The only time I’ve even spoken to Jason, I’d just gotten off the phone with Nikolas. That’s when he told me he was gonna sue me. There’s no way he was here that night.”

“So, it’s true?” Luke hesitantly. “Cause, darlin’, you know me and Morgan go way back–he’s a silent partner at the club, does the books…but don’t you think–”

“Whoa, whoa,” Elizabeth held her hands up. “First of all, that night, other than seeing him odd times here with Lily Corinthos, was the first time I’d spoken to him and it also remains the only conversation we’ve had. And we were just talking about Nikolas’s lawsuit. He recommended Alexis.”

Luke visibly relaxed. “Well, all right, then. That’s fine. Alexis has kept Morgan out of jail more times than anyone can count…makes sense he’d recommend her.” Luke frowned. “Wait, he recommended his personal lawyer to a woman he’d never met?”

Elizabeth frowned. “Maybe he’s just a nice guy.”

Luke chuckled. “Darlin’, Jason’s a lot things–but a nice guy ain’t one of them.” He stood. “I wanted to give you heads up. Make sure you bring that beautiful daughter of yours by soon.”

“Actually,” Elizabeth said, hesitantly. Luke stopped and looked at her curiously. She bit her lip. “Um, I don’t think Lex should be around Laura as much.”

Luke sighed and looked away. “Yeah…you’re probably right.”

“I mean, you’re both more than welcome to see her, but Lily Corinthos offered to watch her the nights I have to work, and since she’s got a son, I think it might be good environment for Lex.”

Luke frowned. “Being in a penthouse with Sonny Corinthos’ widow and her kid surrounded by guards is a good environment?”

“Luke,” Elizabeth protested. “Lily’s been so nice to me–other than you, Mac and Felicia, that’s about all I got.”

Luke sighed. “All right, darlin’.” He leaned over the bar and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “See you later.”

“See ya, Luke.”

This entry is part 2 of 11 in the Jaded

“Excuse me?” Elizabeth demanded. “What right do you have you little twerp? So help me God, if I get a hold of you–hello?” She took the phone from her ear and slammed it down. As if for good measure, she picked it up and kept slamming it down.

Jason sipped his beer and watched the petite brunette slam the phone down repeatedly. He wasn’t sure why he was at The Outback again. He usually only came here to appease Lily. But a shipment had come in damaged and Jason didn’t feel like dealing with the crowd at Luke’s.

Elizabeth finished her outburst and suddenly remembered where she was. She looked around–but The Outback was nearly empty and the bar only had one patron. She moved down to the blonde and smiled at him brightly. “Anything I can get you?”

“I’m good.” Jason darted a look at the phone. “I hope your phone still works.”

Elizabeth glanced at it and flushed. “Sorry–I had a momentary loss of sanity. My brother-in-law is suing me.”

“Nikolas Cassadine?” Jason asked, surprised. What would he be suing Elizabeth for?

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. “Yeah. How’d you know?”

“I know the family,” Jason replied. He took another sip of his beer. “What’s he suing you for?”

“Wrongful death,” Elizabeth replied. At Jason’s expression, she smirked. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about the murderer of Port Charles.”

Jason raised his eyebrows. “Who were you supposed to have murdered?”

“My husband,” Elizabeth muttered. “Nikolas needs his head examined. A speeding driver killed Lucky–just because he was coming to pick me up…it’s utterly ridiculous.”

“So he doesn’t have a case?” Jason asked. He frowned without thinking. Why was he interested? Because he’d known Lucky? Because Lily seemed to like this girl?

“Of course not. But he’s a Cassadine. Silly things like a lack of evidence wouldn’t stop him,” Elizabeth said, irritated. She frowned. “You look familiar.”

Jason tensed. There went this conversation. It wasn’t as though people’s opinions of him actually mattered to him–because they didn’t. But every once in a while, it was irritating when someone recognized him.

Elizabeth was studying him intently before breaking into a smile. “You were in here with Lily Corinthos last night, right?”

Jason relaxed a little. “Yeah. Lily’s a good friend of mine.” He sipped his beer, telling himself this conversation was definitely over. He didn’t make it a habit to talk to bartenders and he wasn’t about to continue it now. Instead, he found himself asking, “So why does he think you killed Lucky?”

Elizabeth shrugged. “Who knows?” She smirked. “Maybe he just needs a reason to hold on to Lucky–that’s why my mother-in-law is obsessed with our daughter.” Elizabeth sighed. “But I just know Nikolas is gonna win–he’s a Cassadine prince–he’s got all this money at his disposal. He can get the best lawyers.” Elizabeth shook her head. “I barely afford a lawyer, much less a decent one.”

“What about Alexis Davis?” Jason asked, naming his own lawyer. He frowned, realizing he was recommending his personal lawyer to a woman he barely knew. Shrugging it off, he continued, “She’s the best in town.”

“She’s also highly expensive and she’s Nikolas’s aunt,” Elizabeth reminded him. “There’s no way I can afford her rates.”

“I think the brat disowned her when she started to represent me,” Jason said. “And her rates aren’t that high.” At least they wouldn’t be when Jason finished explaining to Alexis that he’d make up the difference. Wait, he would? What the hell was he thinking?

Something about this young woman was making Jason do and say things he didn’t usually. It was an uncomfortable feeling and Jason wasn’t sure he particularly liked it. But he’d gotten himself into this conversation; he was going to finish it.

“Well…maybe I’ll give her a call,” Elizabeth replied. She gestured at his empty bottle. “Do you want another one?”

Jason glanced down at his bottle and shook his head. “No, thanks. I better head home.” He pulled out his wallet.

Elizabeth held up a hand to stop him. “No, it’s on the house. Thanks for the advice.”

Jason shrugged. “No problem.” He slid off the stool and was a few feet away before her voice called to him.

“See you around.”

He turned and for the some reason that escaped him, he said, “Sure.” He looked at her for another minute before heading towards the door. He suddenly had the urge to slam his head into a brick wall.

—–

Lily was sipping her coffee the next morning when Francis, her guard on the door, opened the front door and announced Alexis.

Alexis Davis strode in, her briefcase hanging from her hand and a frown on her face. Lily stood. “Alexis. Hey.”

“I need to speak with you,” Alexis said, taking a seat on the couch opposite Lily’s loveseat. “I just came from the strangest meeting with Jason.”

Lily’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”

Alexis nodded. “You know…I wouldn’t discuss with you normally but I think your friend has flipped his lid.”

Lily nodded. “He’s due,” she murmured. “So what makes you think that?”

“He told me that an Elizabeth Spencer would be calling sometime in the future and that when that happened, to offer her the lowest rate possible and he’d make up the difference.”

Lily nearly choked on her coffee as she heard Alexis’s words. “He did what?”

“I’m completely serious. Now, I didn’t even realize he knew Elizabeth, much less that she needed a lawyer.”

“Because of that nasty rumor going around,” Lily said.

“That and the fact that Nikolas is actively campaigning for an investigation and is also now suing her apparently for wrongful death.” Alexis frowned. “Do you think he was playing a joke on me?”

“Alexis. Think about what you’re saying. This is Jason. He doesn’t know the meaning of the word.”

“Yeah…that’s true. So would it be wrong to take the case even if I know another client was footing a major portion of the bill?”

“Depends. Do you want to get Nikolas back for the grief he caused you two years ago when you began representing Jason fulltime?”

Alexis grinned. “I knew you’d put it in perspective.”

—-

Elizabeth was the phone making an appointment to see Alexis Davis when she saw Lily Corinthos slide onto the stool in front of her. She held up a finger to indicate she’d be right with her.

“Wow…I can actually afford those rates!” Elizabeth said, a smile crossing her face. “Are you sure you want to consider this, Ms. Davis? I mean, Nikolas is your nephew…uh huh…all right. I’ll be tomorrow afternoon at three. Thank you so much.” Elizabeth hung up the phone and turned to Lily. “Hi, what can I get you?”

“A conversation if you have the time,” Lily said, grinning at the brunette. Alexis Davis had stopped by her penthouse that morning and filled her in on a strange phone call she’d gotten that night from Jason. Something about an Elizabeth Spencer was going to be calling and that she needed a lawyer, so offer her the lowest rate she could and Jason would make up the difference. The second Lily had heard that story, she’d made up her mind to visit the girl and find out what was going on.

Elizabeth’s eyes scanned the restaurant–it was early so it wasn’t really filled. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“The guy I was in here with…Jason Morgan–”

“That was Jason Morgan?” Elizabeth said. Her eyes darted to the phone. Alexis Davis. It all made sense now. He’d recommended a lawyer that was known for being the best–she’d kept both Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan out of jail numerous times. Whenever Mac had talked about Jason, she’d pictured an older man…with graying hair…a little extra weight. Maybe it was the Godfather movies…but it never occurred to Elizabeth that Jason Morgan would be young with blonde hair and electric blue eyes and a body…she stopped herself. “I didn’t know.”

“You’ve heard the name?” Lily said, slightly deflated. There went her hopes for this match. “Jason’s–he’s not what people think–”

“My former boss, Mac Scorpio talks about him,” Elizabeth interrupted knowing where Lily was going with this conversation, “but I didn’t know him until you brought him here. I’ve never met him before which means I didn’t have an opinion.”

“So what do you think about him now?” Lily asked, eagerly.

Elizabeth smiled. “He’s nice.”

“Nice?” Lily repeated. She leaned forward. “Come on. Just between us.” Jason? Nice? Maybe Jason had a twin running around Port Charles they weren’t aware of. Because Jason was a lot of things to strangers, but nice wasn’t usually one of them. This girl must have affected him in a different way.

“No, really,” Elizabeth laughed. “He was here last night and we talked. He recommended Alexis for this lawsuit I’m in. He’s a good listener.”

Lily frowned. “Jason was here last night?” She looked around. Jason never came to The Outback unless it was to appease her. It wasn’t his style.

“He sticks to places like Luke’s and Jake’s, doesn’t he?” Elizabeth asked.

Lily nodded. “Yeah, usually. It’s not that this place is bad, but it’s just not his normal hangout.”

“Well, if it helps, the Spencers had a private party so Luke’s was closed last night,” Elizabeth explained.

“So what did you two talk about?” Lily asked.

Elizabeth smirked. “You always this interested in his conversations?”

Lily laughed. “No, not usually. Jason’s not big on conversations. It’s usually a grunt, a few one word answers and three word sentences. That’s why he’s a good listener–he doesn’t talk.”

Elizabeth smiled. “We just talked about my brother-in-law suing me.”

“Nikolas Cassadine is suing you?” Lily asked. “What the hell for?”

“Wrongful death,” Elizabeth replied. “He thinks if he can get a civil conviction it’ll make it easier to get an investigation open.”

“Well, you’re in good hands with Alexis,” Lily said confidently. “She won’t let that happen–she’s the best.”

“I just can’t believe I can afford her,” Elizabeth replied, incredulously.

Lily laughed. “Oh, I can.”

Elizabeth looked at her oddly before Lily rushed to explain. “Alexis is weird about her rates–she’s lucky enough to charge what she wants when she wants. I bet the second she heard what Nikolas was trying to do to you she was going to take your case,” Lily said firmly.

“Oh, well. I guess it doesn’t really matter–as long as I can afford her,” Elizabeth replied.

“How old is your daughter again?” Lily asked.

“Six months. Why?” Elizabeth asked.

Lily grinned. “How would you and your dinner like to join my son and me for dinner tomorrow night?”

As Elizabeth agreed, Lily was thinking of ways to con Jason into coming over. Her mind was already working over time–Jason had expressed an interest in this girl whether he realized it or not. The trouble he’d gone to help get a good lawyer and the fact that he’d even talked to her said as much.

It was Lily’s job to make sure he didn’t screw it up.

—-

Lily pulled the penthouse door open with a wide smile. “I’m glad you could make it.”

Elizabeth entered, Lex cradled in one arm, her diaper bag and a small black purse thrown over the opposite shoulder. She looked around Lily’s penthouse with wide eyes. “Wow. It’s incredible.”

Lily grinned and shut the door behind her guest. “Isn’t it? You should have seen it when I first married Sonny – full of dark furniture and depressing décor. The first chance I had I redecorated in beige and peach.” A shadow crossed Lily’s face. “Although I’d rather have the depressing things back if it meant Sonny would still be here.”

Elizabeth nodded and sat down on the couch. “I know what you mean – I miss Lucky a lot. Especially when I look at Lex.”

“And she’s such a beautiful child,” Lily said, enchanted with the six-month-old girl cradled in Elizabeth’s arms. Lex already had a tuft of brown hair growing. She had her mother’s porcelain skin and her father’s expressive blue eyes.

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said, clearly pleased. She shifted Lex a little on her lap.

“I set up Michael’s old play pen if you want to put her in there. Unless she’s too young,” Lily said. “I put Michael in there as soon as possible–otherwise he’d be crawling everywhere.”

Elizabeth smiled and stood grateful. “I did the same thing – well, I tried anyway. I work such hellish hours, Lex is always with my mother-in-law and Laura can’t stop putting her down.” She set Lex down in the playpen and Lex immediately started investigating the stuffed animals Lily had spread around. “So now she always wants to be held.”

“It must be difficult,” Lily said. “I don’t work–Sonny set me up for the rest of my life. I got this penthouse, a house in the mountains, a place in Puerto Rico, a place in Italy…” Lily grinned. “Jason and I share the island, though.”

“You’re lucky,” Elizabeth said, taking her seat again. “I own the Outback but with Luke’s and Carly Quartermaine’s new club, it can be difficult getting business sometimes.”

“You own it?” Lily asked, clearly surprised. “But you waitress.”

“And I do the bartending,” Elizabeth said. She shrugged. “It’s easier. The money from actually owning the place goes into an account for Lex and whatever else I make, we live on.” She looked around. “Where’s your son?”

“Oh, he’s over Jason’s,” Lily said. “He’ll be here in a little while.” She grinned, almost excited. Elizabeth would be able to meet at his most relaxed. Jason adored Michael and it made Lily sad that he didn’t want children of his own. “Michael thinks Jason’s the best thing since his trucks.”

“After convincing me to see Alexis, I think the same thing,” Elizabeth replied, a smile on her face. “Do you know she even considered taking my case for free simply on merit?”

Lily’s eyebrows shot up. “Alexis? Take a case for free. She must be pissed at her nephew.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yeah. I remember Alexis vaguely–she was at my wedding. But the Cassadines really kept to themselves at the reception.”

“Jason and I went to your wedding,” Lily said. “You were a beautiful bride.”

“Yeah–you couldn’t even tell I was pregnant,” Elizabeth said cheerfully.

Lily laughed. “No–but Nikolas made sure everyone knew.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I know–he was ridiculous. Hi. Do you know the bride’s pregnant?”

The door to Lily’s home sprang open and Michael darted past Jason and straight towards Lily. “Guess what? Guess what?” he said, excitedly. He all but threw himself into Lily’s lap.

Lily pulled the toddler onto her lap and grinned at him. “What? What?” she asked.

“Unca Jase says I get to ride his bike!”

“Michael–you weren’t supposed to tell!” Jason said, leaning against the doorframe, a smile on his face.

“Jason–I thought we discussed this,” Lily said, standing and shifting Michael to her hip. “No motorcycles until he’s at least three.”

“Awww, Ma!” Michael whined. Lily turned to look at the two-and-half-year-old and saw that her son’s brown eyes were giving her the puppy dog look. “Pretty pwease?”

Lily struggled and looked to Elizabeth. “Liz, what do you think? Should I let Michael on a death machine?”

Elizabeth stood and laughed. “Sure. I’m sure Jason would be careful.” She turned to look at the man who a few moments ago had been grinning at the little Corinthos. He’d straightened up and stuck his hands in his pockets, his face a cold exterior. Lily frowned–it’d taken barely five seconds for Jason to shut down.

“It’s fine if you don’t want him to, Lily,” Jason said. “I have to be going–I’ve got work to do.”

“Unca Jase, you pwomised!” Michael cried, his lower lip trembling.

“Your mother’s right–you’re too young.” Jason grasped the knob. “See you tomorrow.” He pulled the door shut.

Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip. “Was it something I said?”

Lily sighed and set Michael on the ground. “Go play with your trucks, sweetie.”

Michael toddled off, clearly upset by Jason’s abrupt departure. Lily turned to Elizabeth–wondering how she could save this situation.

“Jason…he’s not…” Lily struggled for the words.

“Not good with people he doesn’t know?” Elizabeth suggested.

Lily smiled–relieved. “Yeah. In his…line of work…he doesn’t open up easily, ya know? He’s very closed off. Me and Mike are the only people he really relates to anymore.”

Elizabeth sat down and Lily followed. “I can understand and it’s all right. Really.”

“Good. Because I think Jason might…” Lily hesitated. “I think he’s the reason Alexis’s rates are low.”

Elizabeth knitted her eyebrows together in confusion. “What?”

“Okay…I know he’s the reason. See, Alexis came in this morning, a little confused. Normally, she would never discuss Jason’s business with me, but this one had her so bewildered se wanted to run it by me. Jason called her early this morning and told her you’d be calling. He asked her to offer you a low rate and he’d make up the difference.”

Elizabeth’s eyes grew as big as saucers. “Are you serious? Why would he do that?”

Lily shrugged. “I have no clue–but it gives me hope. See, Jason…he broke it off with a long-term girlfriend a few months ago and he’s been harder to reach ever since. I was hoping…” she stopped, her cheeks flushed.

Elizabeth gave her new friend a knowing smile. “That I’d change that?”

Lily nodded. “Yeah. I mean, he obviously took a liking to you if he even talked to you last night. Not only that, he recommended his lawyer and arranged it so you could afford her. I think that freaked him out a little and he’s probably going to be making a concentrated effort to remain aloof.”

“Why?” Elizabeth’s nose wrinkled. “Why would he prefer to be alone?”

Lily didn’t even consider telling her about Sonny–she couldn’t tell this woman that Jason blamed himself for Sonny’s death, for a car bomb that no one could have guessed was in there. It was too early for her to understand that Jason took everything on his shoulders, whether it was his fault or not. She didn’t want to scare off the most promising candidate for Jason in months. So, instead, she opted for a simple explanation. “Jason….he’s a difficult man to be friends with. And even more difficult to be in a relationship, as Robin learned. He…keeps things close–he doesn’t share things a lot, not even with me.” Her caramel eyes pleaded with her new friend. “Don’t let his gruffness alienate you–once you get to know Jason, he’s a great guy.”

Elizabeth’s sapphire eyes twinkled. “Why, Lily Corinthos, are you trying to fix me up?”

“Absolutely,” Lily replied, shaking her head, her brown hair bobbing up and down in its pony tail.

She laughed. “All right, then. But only because you’ve been so nice.”

Lily squealed with excitement. “I just know this is gonna work!”

This entry is part 1 of 11 in the Jaded

Lily Corinthos strode into Jason Morgan’s penthouse without bothering to wait for Johnny to announce her. Her dark hair was pulled into a low ponytail and her caramel eyes were filled to the brim with concern.

Jason Morgan stood up as she came to a stop in front of the dining room table where he’d been going over warehouse receipts. He towered over the petite woman–but what Lily lacked in stature, she made up for in energy.

“Good morning.” Jason said.

“What’s this I hear about Robin moving to Paris for good?” Lily demanded.

Jason sat back down. “Don’t worry about it.” He reached for the receipts but Lily slammed her hand down on top of them.

“Damn it, don’t do this, Jase. Don’t shut me out.”

Jason sighed and looked up at his friend. “What do you want me to do?”

“So Robin couldn’t handle this–that’s fine, but you can’t stop living.” Lily sank in a seat across from him. “I know how that feels–I thought my life was over when Sonny died in that explosion. But I had a son–he needed me.”

“That’s all well and good, but I don’t exactly have a kid,” Jason said, absently reaching for the receipts again.

“Jason-” Lily shook her head. “But you do have people who need you–love you. Me and Mike need you.”

“You have me,” Jason replied simply. “I promised Sonny I’d always take care of you.”

Lily frowned. “Am I only an obligation?”

“No,” Jason replied. He looked away. “I don’t know what you want, Lily.”

Lily sighed. “Robin wanted another chance. She-”

“Robin has tried over and over again to handle this,” Jason said quietly. “She can’t. And by pretending it could work, we’d only end up hurting each other.”

Lily nodded. There was truth to Jason’s words and she knew it. She knew from the get go that pretty Robin Scorpio would never be able to last in Jason’s life. She wanted security–and she needed the knowledge that she always came first. Jason couldn’t–or wouldn’t–give that to her. But she knew that if Jason didn’t have someone in his life–he’d probably shut down entirely. And she couldn’t let that happen. “All right,” she conceded. “But I know you’re going to use this as an opportunity to shut me out–and I’m going to tell you now it’s not going to work.”

Jason looked up at Lily and sighed. He’d promised Sonny on his wedding day he’d take care of Lily if anything ever happened to him. Jason hadn’t expected to be alive if Sonny wasn’t, but here they were, three years after Sonny had been killed in a car bomb. After the explosion, Jason had pushed almost everyone out–from his sister, Emily, to Robin to Sonny’s father, Mike. But Lily dug her feet in and refused to let him blame himself. Jason still blamed himself–a fact that Lily was well aware of. But now, Lily Corinthos and her son Michael were the only people in the world that he still cared about.

“Look, I know you’re trying to be my friend,” Jason said, “But you can’t save me from the world.”

“No,” Lily said. “No. I can’t. But it doesn’t stop me from trying. Jase, you made me get out of bed. You told me to live for my child. I’d be a horrible friend if I didn’t try and be as supportive to you.”

Jason nodded. “All right. If I let you be supportive, will you let me do my receipts?”

Lily frowned and removed her hands. “Oh. Where’s Benny?”

Jason took the receipts back and sighed. “Vacation. Besides, I like doing this.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re insane. Are you meeting me for dinner tonight?”

Jason nodded absently. “Yeah. The Outback, right?”

Lily nodded. “Right. At eight. I’ll see you later.”

——

Elizabeth Spencer squinted her eyes and stared at the clock. Seven forty-five. An hour and fifteen minutes before her shift was over. Elizabeth had owned The Outback for nearly three months–but she kept her job as waitress anyway. The extra tips made all the difference since most of the money she made went into an account for Lex.

She rubbed her eyes wearily and paused for a moment at the bar. Lex spent most days at her in-laws house, but Elizabeth dreaded walking into that house to pick her up. Because Elizabeth and Lex were a living reminder that their son was dead.

“Hey, Spencer,” Mac Scorpio said, taking a seat at the bar. “Place looks good.”

Elizabeth looked at the former owner and smiled wearily. “Thanks. How goes it with catching criminals?” she asked.

Mac grimaced. “Slightly difficult now that Scott Baldwin’s taking over some cases.”

Elizabeth frowned. “Isn’t he the DA that Luke hates?”

“Yeah. Scott’s decided to crack down on organized crime.” Mac signaled for the bartender. “He’s got a fixation on Jason Morgan–it’s almost as bad as the one that Taggart had on Corinthos.”

Elizabeth shrugged. “Why don’t you wait until they do something you can prove instead of always chasing them?”

Mac ordered a Vodka Tonic. “I ask Scott that everyday.”

Elizabeth laughed. “Well, you know you’re always welcome to drown your troubles here. Drinks are on the house.”

“You don’t have to do that, Liz,” Mac said.

Elizabeth shrugged. “You’re practically the only person in town that believes I didn’t plan on Lucky dying or that I didn’t trap him.”

Mac smiled at her. “That’s because I was your boss–I knew better.”

Elizabeth returned the smile warmly. “And since you’re also the commissioner, that faith kind of works in my favor. Nikolas been in lately to announce my guilt?”

“He was in last week,” Mac admits. “I keep telling him the accident wasn’t even Lucky’s fault and that the other driver wasn’t even from Port Charles. He won’t listen.”

Elizabeth’s face darkened. “He’s been telling Laura–and I think she’s so desperate to latch onto anything regarding Lucky that she might start believing him.”

Mac frowned. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that Liz.”

“Well, it’s not your fault. It’s Nikolas and the rest this town.” She sighed. “The only reason I still stay here is because of Lex.”

Mac nodded and finished his drink. “She’s a beautiful baby. Bring her by the house sometime–Felicia misses seeing you regularly.”

“Tell her she’s welcome any time,” Elizabeth replied, warmly. “Tell Maxie and Georgie I said hi.”

“Will do. See ya, Spencer.”

“Later, Scorpio.” Elizabeth watched him leave and hauled her tray back up. Back to work. She was seriously considering quitting the waitress job. She was the owner–she shouldn’t be serving.

She saw a dark haired woman sit in her section and sighed. Please let her be alone, Elizabeth asked silently as she went over to the table.

“Hi, I’m Liz Spencer and I’ll be your server today,” Elizabeth said brightly. “Do you need a menu?”

The woman smiled at her. “Actually, I’m waiting for someone. Could you bring me a martini, sweet and a Budweiser…in the bottle?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll be right back.” She gave her a smile and moved towards the bar.

Lily watched the waitress leave and sighed. Liz Spencer. She’d heard about the girl–mainly from Robin. Robin’s first complaint about her was her childhood friend was dating a little waitress–and then it was that the little slut (Robin’s words) had trapped Lucky into marriage. She’d then killed Lucky and talked Mac into selling her The Outback.

Lily had never really liked Robin and figured if Robin hated Liz Spencer that much–well, she might be the type of girl Lily’d like.

Jason slid into the seat across from her. “You’re late,” she muttered, irritated. “I ordered you a beer.”

“In the bottle?” Jason asked, absently, picking up the menu.

“Yep,” Lily replied. She looked up as Elizabeth Spencer returned with their drinks. “Thanks, Liz.” She paused.

Elizabeth smiled again. “Are you ready to order?”

Lily looked at Jason–who’d yet to raise his head from the menu. She rolled her eyes. Typical. She kicked him under the table.

“Ow!” Jason yelped, looking up. “What?”

“What do you want?” Lily said, tipping her head towards Elizabeth. Jason glanced her way and glared at Lily.

“That’s not a reason to kick me,” Jason said, irritated. He flicked his eyes towards their waitress. “The steak–well done. Mashed potatoes.”

Elizabeth wrote it down and nodded. “And you?”

“Rosemary chicken…” Lily paused, “…with a side of sweet corn.”

Elizabeth wrote it down and flashed them another smile. “I’ll be back with your order.”

As soon as Elizabeth disappeared, Jason gave Lily a swift kick right to the shins. She kicked him right back.

“What is it about you that makes me so irritated?” he muttered, taking a swig of his beer.

Lily smiled brightly. “You know you love me.”

—-

Elizabeth glanced at the clock and wanted to jump for joy–it was nine! She could pick up Lex and go home. She looked over her section and immediately her face fell–the brunette and her friend were still sitting. She let her head drop to the bar in disappointment.

“Excuse me.”

Elizabeth looked up into Lily Corinthos’ friendly eyes. Immediately she straightened. “Yes?”

Lily glanced back at her table. “We need our check.” When she glanced back, she was in time to see the relief flash through the other woman’s eyes. She looked at the clock and smiled. “Sorry we took so long.”

Elizabeth shook her head and eagerly ripped the check off her pad. “It’s fine. I just didn’t want to be late to pick up my daughter.”

Lily smiled and took the check. “How old is your daughter?”

“Oh, Lex is six months old,” Elizabeth replied. “Do you have children?”

Lily tilted her head in confusion. Someone in Port Charles didn’t know about Sonny Corinthos or his son? In a town this small, everyone knew everyone else’s business. She laughed. “Yes. I have a son. He’s two and a half.”

Elizabeth smiled. “I love children. I just wish I didn’t have to leave her with my mother-in-law all the time.”

“Being a single mother is hard,” Lily said. “But I don’t work, so it’s easier.”

“I guess when Lex is older, I can bring her here,” Elizabeth said. “But that’s if I even stay in town.”

Lily frowned. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know…” Elizabeth smiled. “You haven’t heard that I murdered my husband?”

Lily’s face flushed and she had the grace to look embarrassed. “Actually, I have heard the rumor. But being who I am and who my husband was…I don’t pay attention to the rumor mill.”

“Who was your husband?” Elizabeth asked curiously.

“Sonny Corinthos…” Lily frowned. “You’ve never heard of him?”

“I’ve only heard about him from my former boss,” Elizabeth said. “Mac Scorpio…but I didn’t realize he’d been married.”

Lily wrinkled her nose. “Ahh, our lovely police commissioner. Yes, we were married for a year before he died.”

“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said.

Lily sighed. “It’s been three years, so it’s not as bad.” She glanced at her table. “I think Jason’s getting restless. It was nice talking to you, Elizabeth.”

“You, too.” Elizabeth took her apron off and shoved it with her order pad under the bar. “Ariel, I’m leaving. You’re closing, right?”

“Sure thing, Spence,” her manager Ariel called. “See ya tomorrow.”

Elizabeth headed over to Lily’s table to collect her money and the tip. She tossed the money in the register and the tip in her pocket.

—-

“You didn’t have to take so long,” Jason muttered as he and Lily headed towards the parking lot.

“Sue me–I got caught up in talking to someone who didn’t know Sonny was my husband. It was refreshing.”

“What, the waitress?” Jason asked, glancing back at the restaurant.

“She’s Elizabeth Spencer–you know her.” Lily looked at him. “Robin detested her–she owns The Outback–Lucky Spencer’s wife–Luke Spencer’s daughter-in-law.”

Jason frowned. “Never actually met the woman.”

“You were at her wedding,” Lily said, irritated. “I remember–you asked me to go.”

“Like I remember who actually gets married,” Jason replied. “When was it?”

“About a year ago,” Lily replied. “It was around the time Johnny got married.”

Jason frowned. “Johnny got married?”

“You were his best man!” Lily said, frustrated. She shook her head. “Never mind.”

Jason shrugged. “I remember Lucky getting married and Robin refusing to go.”

“Robin thought Elizabeth trapped him…remember?”

“Sounds familiar.”

“Do you ever listen when people talk?” Lily asked, annoyed.

“Not when you talk,” Jason replied. He pulled her door open and looked inside the car. “It’s clear.”

Lily glared at him. “You know, you’re lucky you’re my friend or I might want to kill you.”

“Who else would you nag?” Jason asked. He shut the door after she was in. He strode away before he heard her angry retort.

—-

Elizabeth entered the Spencer house tiredly. She pointedly avoided looking in the direction of the mantel where Laura had erected a shrine to Lucky.

“Sorry, I’m late,” she said.

Laura Spencer stood up and rubbed her eyes. “It’s all right. Alexandria has been asleep for about an hour.”

Elizabeth leaned down to pick up the carrier. She refused to look Laura in the eye–Laura thought Elizabeth wasn’t properly mourning her son. Something about that she didn’t still wear black, that she’d used Lucky’s insurance money to buy The Outback or that she hadn’t named her daughter after Lucky. Elizabeth idly wondered what kind of girl’s name you could get from Lucas Lorenzo Spencer.

“Thanks for watching her.”

“She looks more and more like him,” Laura said sadly. She looked up at Elizabeth. “Do you tell her about her father?”

Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably. She hated when Laura did things like this. Tried to make it seem like she wasn’t being a good enough mother. “I tell her about Lucky every day. There are pictures around the apartment.”

“What if you get married again?” Laura asked desperately. “Will he raise Alexandria as his own daughter?”

Elizabeth looked at her peacefully sleeping daughter and wanted to scream. Laura was asking questions that she had no right to–and questions that were about a future Elizabeth couldn’t imagine. “Of course…any man I’d be with would have to treat Lex like his own child. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

“She’d call him Daddy, wouldn’t she?” Laura asked. “She’d forget about Lucky, what about Lucky?”

Elizabeth sighed and looked at her mother-in-law. “Lucky’s dead, Laura. He’s been dead for seven months. Lex shouldn’t be deprived of a father because some idiot was driving too fast.”

“That’s right,” Nikolas Cassadine announced. He stood in the entryway of the kitchen. “And Lucky would still be here if you hadn’t killed him.”

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes. “Lucky was killed by a speeding driver–not me.”

“A driver who happened to be on that road at that time–when Lucky was picking you up?” Nikolas said, sneering.

“You’re being ridiculous,” Elizabeth replied. “And I don’t appreciate you telling anyone who’ll listen that I killed Lucky. I didn’t do it. It was an accident.”

“Who are you sleeping with?” Nikolas demanded. “You wanted to get away from Lucky but he wouldn’t let you. So you killed him.”

Elizabeth glared at her brother-in-law. “You don’t know anything about our marriage. I did love him. Maybe it wasn’t the kind of love that you wanted for him, Laura, but I did care about him. I didn’t want him to die.”

Laura looked away. Elizabeth threw another glare at Nikolas and left. She didn’t have the patience or the energy to deal with Nikolas Cassadine and his accusations tonight.

This entry is part 6 of 6 in the Waiting At Home

— August 6, 1944 — 

Elizabeth frowned and leaned over to turn up the radio. “Jason,” she called across the diner.

Jason looked up from his card game with Jake Holden and Ned Ashton. “What?”

“Come listen to this. There was an attack on Japan this morning,” Elizabeth reported. The second the words were out of her mouth, the few patrons they had that evening abandoned their tables and crowded around the counter. Jason pushed past them, still slightly limping on his left leg. “Something about a bomb.”

She twisted it as high as she could and they listened as silence as the reporter told them that a B-29 plane had dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan.

Ned nodded firmly. “Serves them right for what they did to us in ‘41.”

“You think they’ll surrender now?” Courtney Quartermaine asked, anxious for her husband to return from war. She glanced at Caroline Ashton who just shrugged.

“What’s an atomic bomb?” Caroline asked. “Is it new?”

“Yeah,” Jason replied. “It’s a pretty…pretty drastic act to take. The bomb probably destroyed a good part of the city, if not all of it.”

Elizabeth widened her eyes. “Just one bomb?” she asked, surprised.

“It’s a big bomb.” Jason switched off the radio. “I guess the end will be coming soon.”

“Yeah, it’s just the Japs now,” Jake said firmly. “Ever since that crazy man committed suicide back there in April, it’s just us against them.”

“We’ll destroy them,” Ned declared. “We have more resources, more manpower.”

“More allies,” Caroline interjected. She shook her head. “Still…there must have been innocent children in that city. It seems such a shame that they had to die.”

“There are no innocents in war,” Ned said.

Jason shook his head. “You wouldn’t say that if you’d gone.”

Ned shrugged. “Not like you saw a lot of action, either. What, one or two battles before you were injured?” His mouth twisted into a smirk. “And now you’re here, sponging off Bethie—”

“That’s enough, Ned,” Elizabeth snapped. She stepped forward. “Everyone go back to your tables, please. I’ll keep the radio on for updates.” She saw Jason exit through the kitchen and looked at Courtney. “Cover for me and turn that radio on, okay?”

— Alley — 

He was leaning against the wall when she came out the back door. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Jason shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Don’t sell me that. You’ve been in a rotten mood ever since we got back from Los Angeles in May.” She crossed her arms. “I figured it was because of your leg but maybe not.”

Jason scowled. “I don’t like you supporting me.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re my fiancé. I’m not supposed to support you?”

“When I asked you to marry me, I didn’t realize I wouldn’t have any kind of hope for a job anywhere.”

She exhaled slowly. “You think that matters to me?”

He shook his head. “It matters to me .”

Elizabeth stepped towards him. “Do you remember the day you proposed?” she asked. She moved to lean against the wall next to him. “It was right after we got back from our first date and we saw that Cary Grant movie. We were on our way back to your room and Dr. Hardy stopped us and said his niece wanted to know if we’d set the date.”

“And I asked you if you wanted to get married in the fall,” Jason said quietly. “You looked so surprised when I pulled out that ring.”

“Jason, this diner…it’s just a way to pay the bills. So what if right now you can’t work?” She shrugged. “The war will end and you’ll find something. Dr. Hardy said the limp wouldn’t be permanent and you’ll be able to work on cars again once your hand is healed better.” She moved to stand in front of him. “Ned Ashton has always had everything handed to him on a silver platter—he only works to make more money. So don’t pay any attention to him. You are not sponging off me…you do your fair share.”

“Like what?” he scoffed.

“Who fixed the stove last week?” she asked pointedly. “And who fixed Mr. Holden’s car last night when it wouldn’t start? Who fixed the door upstairs that Lucky Spencer broke? Jason, just because the diner is in my name—it doesn’t make it any less ours.”

He straightened the best he could on his leg and stared down at her. “How is that I got so lucky?”

“You had nowhere else to go on your last night in town,” Elizabeth murmured.

He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to kiss her. “When I woke up in that hospital,” he told her after pulling away and moving his hands down to her waist to tug her closer. “I thought I’d seen an angel.”

“Such a charmer,” Elizabeth teased. “Come on. You know if you leave Jake too long, he’ll try and swipe some of your poker chips.”

September 12, 1944

Jason —

I hear you’ve taken up permanent residence in Port Charles, New York. Seems a lot of people are headed there these days. I know for a fact that the last time I saw Johnny and Zander, they were boarding a train for your fair coast. I sure hope Chloe and Emily have waited around.

The reason for this here letter is the invitation that probably came in the same batch of mail. It’s all fancy like–Brenda picked it out herself. It’s for the wedding next month. Apparently, the second she found out that the Japs surrendered, she set the date. She was that sure I’d be back. You gotta love her devotion.

I’m inviting you and your pretty fiancée to come spend the week of the wedding in Chicago with us. I’ve told Brenda all about you and she can’t wait to meet you. She said however that if you managed to get yourself married before she got me to the altar, she’d kill you, so I hope you didn’t set the date yet.

We’ve got a telephone now at the house; I’ve got the number below so give us a call and we’ll set up the details. Sure am looking forward to meeting Elizabeth properly.

Sonny

— October 4, 1944 — 

Elizabeth was almost bouncing in her seat as the train hurtled towards Chicago. “I can’t wait to get there,” she said, excited. “I’ve never been to Chicago.”

Jason grinned and stretched his arm over the back of the seat, curling around her shoulders. “Well, from what Sonny says, Brenda’s got the entire week planned so don’t plan on seeing much of the city.”

“Oh, but we’ll come back, won’t we?” Elizabeth asked, turning her gaze towards him. “We’ll visit them and everything, right?”

“Oh, he is whipped,” Zander muttered to Johnny from across the car. Johnny snickered but his girlfriend Chloe elbowed him in the ribs.

“That’s enough out of you,” she warned him.

“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny said meekly.

Zander started to laugh but then felt his ear being pinched by his own fiancée. “Alexander Smith,” Emily Quartermaine said testily. “Who’s whipped?”

“I am, ma’am,” Zander said obediently.

Elizabeth was highly amused by these events. When Zander and Johnny had returned in Port Charles late in August, she’d immediately become fast friends with their significant others, Chloe and Emily while the boys had done wonders for Jason’s disposition. The three were already looking into an old building to renovate for a garage.

“So, Elizabeth, the wench here says you’ve set a date finally,” Zander said, earning him a smack in the arm from said wench.

“It’s just going to be a simple wedding,” Elizabeth reported. She leaned against Jason’s side. “Just friends and family. It’s two weeks after we get back from Chicago.”

“Is Ned walking you down the aisle?” Emily asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. “No, Jake Holden is. We made an agreement last fall. He said that when this war was over, Jason was going to come home and we were going to get married. And I told him that if that happened, he’d give me away.”

“He’s the guy who’s always at Kelly’s, isn’t he?” Johnny asked. “The old guy, who’s always telling you to call him Jake.”

“That’s him. He’s a sweet guy and I think he’s really looking forward to this.”

“I think the whole thing is so romantic,” Chloe sighed dreamily.

“You think the Wizard of Oz is romantic,” Johnny grumbled. Chloe glared at him and whacked him in the shoulder again. “Ow, damn you woman!”

Jason shook his head. “You’re never gonna learn. If you’re going to insult them, you don’t do it to their faces.”

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “Oh, is that right, Jason Morgan? And what do you say behind my back, huh?”

“Nothing,” Jason said quickly.

“Right.” She smirked. “That’s okay. Just think about the horror stories we girls share behind your back.”

Jason frowned. “What horror stories?”

“Oh…nothing at all,” Elizabeth said sweetly. She twirled the slim gold ring she wore on her ring finger. “Life with you is just peachy, darling.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but she just continued to smile until she couldn’t resist it and started to laugh.

— October 24, 1944 — 

Jake held out his arm. “You ready for this Bethie?”

Elizabeth smiled and slid her arm into his. “I’ve been ready my whole life…Jake.”

Jake grinned. “That’s my girl.”

This entry is part 5 of 6 in the Waiting At Home

— February 20, 1945 —

Elizabeth was shuffling through a stack of papers and some letters when Jason woke that morning. She always arrived before he woke and didn’t leave until after he went to sleep. He wondered how much sleep she was getting, but he was so grateful for her presence he didn’t think of it much.

“Morning,” she chirped. She smiled brightly at him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine,” Jason answered. He shifted and sat up. “What’re all those?”

“Mail,” Elizabeth replied. “Courtney Quartermaine, the girl I left in charge of Kelly’s, she sent me some invoices, order forms and things. There’s a letter from Caroline, too. You’ve got some mail, too. A letter from Sonny and one from Johnny.” She handed him the letters and started to open her letter from Caroline. “I think I’ll work on the diner stuff while you’re in the therapy room.”

“I have to do that again today?” he asked, irritated.

She laughed. “You have to do it every day. You want to walk right?” She started to skim Caroline’s letter. “Oh my God!” she squealed.

“What?” he asked.

“Ned asked Caroline to marry him!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “This is so exciting, she wants me to be the maid of honor!”

“How long have they been together?” Jason asked, eying his false fiancée.

“Oh, god, since Ned returned from Harvard Business School,” Elizabeth replied. “About four years now. Caroline just adores him.” She sighed and set the letter aside. “It must be so exciting for her to be getting married.”

He frowned. “Do you want to get married?”

She glanced up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the question. She laughed, thinking herself silly. “I guess, some day. Mr. Holden is always telling me that I should already be married. He married his wife when they were barely eighteen. I keep telling him I’m only nineteen, that’s there’s time but he just won’t listen.” She laughed. “He made me promise that he can walk me down the aisle.” Elizabeth shrugged. “But, sure I guess I do want to get married. What about you?”

“I guess. I mean, my dad left my mom when I was only three,” Jason told her. “But I don’t think all marriages are like that. Your Mr. Holden and his wife seemed to get along pretty well.”

“Oh, they were so sweet. The used to come in for coffee every Sunday after church,” Elizabeth told him. “He worshipped her. Some men come in and complain about their wives. Not Mr. Holden. It was always about how beautiful his Sadie was and how kind and compassionate and how much he missed her. He couldn’t say enough wonderful things about her.”

“It does sound worth it. I mean, if you marry the right person for the right reasons,” Jason replied.

“Well, I’m not getting married unless I’m in love,” Elizabeth told him. “My parents got married because they were from the right families and were the right age and everything was right…I don’t want that for me. I want my husband to love me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jason said. “I think everyone wants that. You shouldn’t have to settle for less.”

“Exactly,” Elizabeth said, smiling. “You get it–my grandmother never did. She kept trying to get me to get engaged to one of the Quartermaine kids, like AJ. But then he went and eloped with Courtney. The family never got over that–she’s just a waitress after all. It’s not like she owns the place.”

“Some people are just snobs,” Jason replied. “Port Charles is really old-fashioned that way, isn’t it?”

“What? Because we have snobs and people marry because of the right families? I don’t think that’ll ever go out of fashion,” Elizabeth replied. “Don’t get me wrong, my grandmother was a wonderful person and I adored her. But she always equated money and success with happiness and I just don’t map my life out like that.”

“So you’d be happy with a garage mechanic from Wilmington?” Jason asked, his tone half-serious, half-teasing.

She studied him for a moment before answering. “I think I’d be very happy with a garage mechanic from Wilmington,” Elizabeth replied softly and completely serious.

They stared at each other until Dr. Hardy entered. “Good morning, kids,” he greeted cheerfully. “Time for therapy.”

Jason grimaced. “Can’t I skip a day?”

Dr. Hardy laughed. “No. But the quicker you get through this, the quicker you and your fiancée can walk down the aisle.”

Elizabeth flushed, as she had every time someone had referred to their upcoming wedding or their engagement. It was almost ridiculous, but she was really getting attached to this idea. Seeing Jason, getting to know him more…

“Well, then I guess I’d get started,” Jason replied. Elizabeth stood and retrieved the wheelchair from the corner of the room. They’d fallen into a routine the last three days. She’d help him into a wheelchair, wheel him to the therapy room with Dr. Hardy at their side and then she’d retreat to the small courtyard where she’d work on diner business, write letters or read a book. Jason would meet her there and they’d eat lunch before he returned for another round of therapy.

After therapy was done for the day, they’d go back to his room where she’d give him the dinner she’d brought from town. The breakfast here was okay, but they’d quickly learned that the military hospital food was worse than normal hospital food. Elizabeth had found a diner across the street from the boarding house and had taken to getting lunch and dinner there.

After dinner, they’d play cards or she’d write a letter for him since he was left-handed and had trouble writing with his burned hand. Once he’d fallen asleep, she’d leave and return early in the morning.

She was attached to this routine and it made her feel good to be doing something for him. They were both alone in the world and she liked being around him. She liked it a lot.

“I’ll see you for lunch,” Elizabeth told Jason when they reached the room. “Have fun.”

He grimaced. “Yeah. Right.”

She laughed and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be in the courtyard.”

Jason stared after her as she walked away and Dr. Hardy smiled. “That’s a sweet girl you got yourself there, Private Morgan.”

“Yeah, she is, isn’t she?” Jason replied. He frowned. “I don’t see a lot of the other wives and girlfriends around here.”

Dr. Hardy shrugged and wheeled him inside the room. “Well, a lot of the soldiers are from all over the country and their wives can’t afford to come to LA and stay for a long time. And for some, it depresses them. Your Ms. Webber is a refreshing rarity around here. Don’t let that one go.”

“I won’t.”

— Courtyard —

Elizabeth set aside her invoices and started going through the stack of bills Courtney had forwarded.

“You know, you don’t realize how tall you are until you don’t stand up for a while.”

At the sound of Jason’s voice, Elizabeth glanced up and squealed. “Oh my god, you’re walking!”

He nodded and lowered himself onto the bench next to the table. “Short distances. With a cane.”

“That’s incredible!” She stood and switched sides, sitting next to him so she could hug him. “I am so excited. I can’t believe how much progress you’ve made!”

“Yeah, Dr. Hardy was surprised, too,” Jason replied. “I want to thank you…for staying these last few days. It’s really…it’s really helped.”

She smiled. “It’s no big deal. I wanted to stay.” She bit her lip and looked away.

“But I’m getting better now. I’ll probably be out of here in a few weeks,” Jason told her.

Elizabeth stared at him. “You want me to leave?” she asked, hurt. She looked down at the wooden table, blinking at the stinging tears. She’d been so stupid. Allowed herself to get attached to her role as the doting fiancée. Now she’d have to back to serving coffee to happy couples and being by herself.

“It’s not that,” Jason told her. “I just don’t want you putting your life on hold for me.”

“I don’t feel like that’s what I’ve been doing,” she said softly. “I…” Elizabeth trailed off and looked away. “Never mind. I’ll just…I’ll say goodbye to Dr. Hardy on my way to get my bag from your room.”

“Elizabeth, wait,” Jason said, grasping her elbow before should could stand. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Then why did you even bring it up?” she asked.

“Because I don’t’ want you to stay out of obligation, either.” He met her eyes. “I haven’t really had anyone in my life, not like this. It was me and my mother until she moved to Florida. Sonny, Johnny, Zander…they’re friends but now that I’m out the war, I don’t know if I’ll ever see them again.”

“Jason…”

“I know it’s stupid, but since you’ve been here and everyone thinks we’re engaged, I…guess…I let myself want it to be true. I like the idea of spending all this time with someone, with you.”

“I feel the same way,” Elizabeth replied. “And it’s not stupid. I mean…we’re pretending to be engaged. It’s natural to get attached to the idea.”

“It’s not the idea I’m getting attached to,” Jason told her.

She looked away and flushed. “We…we should eat before you have to back.”

“Dr. Hardy’s springing me this weekend, just for a few hours,” he reported. Elizabeth refused to meet his eyes as she unpacked the picnic hamper and placed a paper plate in front of him and pulled out some sandwiches.

“That’s good.”

“There’s a movie house in town.”

“I noticed. I pass it on my way here,” Elizabeth replied.

“Do you want to see a movie?” Jason asked.

She frowned. “Are you…are you asking me out on a date?” she asked incredulously.

“Well, it’s not a date exactly,” Jason replied. “We are already engaged, after all.”

She sighed. “That’s true.” She studied him. “What’s going on here?”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked, as she unwrapped a sandwich to put on his plate.

“We barely know each other,” Elizabeth protested.

He frowned. “How can you say that? We’ve been writing each other since August. We’ve spent every waking moment of the last four days together.” He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I care about you. And I think…there’s something between us.”

She hesitated. “So…what’s playing?”

This entry is part 4 of 6 in the Waiting At Home

~ February 16, 1945 ~

Elizabeth bit her lip and checked her appearance one more time in her compact mirror before entering the military hospital. Her hair was neatly curled, her makeup applied correctly, not to overdone, not too light. Her white blouse was pressed, her navy blue skirt was smooth, not a wrinkle in sight. Her hose had no runs in them, her shoes weren’t scuffed.

All in all, Elizabeth looked prim and proper.

She approached the desk where an intimidating soldier was seated. “Excuse me?”

He glanced up, raked his eyes over her figure before reaching her eyes. “Yes?”

“I’m here to see Jason Morgan,” she said softly.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he replied. “Only family.”

But he has no family, Elizabeth wanted to say. Instead she found herself telling him something completely different.

“I am family,” she said. “Fiancée.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He shoved a book at her. “You need to sign in, ma’am and I’ll have someone show you to Private Morgan.”

“How is he?” Elizabeth asked, almost fearfully.

The soldier frowned. “Weren’t you informed of his condition?”

“Of course,” Elizabeth fumbled. “But I was just making sure it hasn’t changed.”

“He’s still in stable condition, Ms…” he trailed off and looked down to where she’d signed the book. “Ms. Webber. He’s still drifting in and out consciousness. The infection had us worried, but he seems to be pulling out of it now.”

Elizabeth nodded. “I’d like to see him now.”

—-

She sat next to his bed in the tiny room and set her purse aside. He was lying completely still on the bed, his face pale. His left arm and leg were bandaged heavily.

She found herself running her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. She was suddenly glad she’d given into Mr. Holden’s demand that she come and see him. No one deserved to be in a place like this alone.

She glanced around the room, taking note of the barren appearance. The only indication that someone was here other than the occupied bed was a closet slightly opened. She saw a shirt hanging out of it and assumed that Jason’s belongings had been sent there.

A sound from the bed drew her attention and she turned back to him. His eyes were slightly open, his face twisted in some pain.

“Jason!” She leaned forward and took one of his hands in hers. “Are you okay?”

“Elizabeth?” he murmured. His eyes opened a little more fully. “Is that really you?”

“Hey, how are you feeling?” she asked softly.

He shifted a little and looked around. “Where am I?”

“A hospital in Los Angeles,” Elizabeth told him. “You were injured and sent here.” She bit her lip. “Would you like me to get a doctor?”

“No. I’m…I’m okay.” He shifted again. “How badly am I hurt?”

“I don’t know. Your friend Zander Smith wrote me and told me only what had happened.” She tightened her hands around his. “I was so worried about you.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” he told her.

“I’m going to get a doctor,” Elizabeth said. “Just be safe. I’ll be right back.”

—-

She spied a doctor just down the hall. “Excuse me?” she called. He turned and smiled at her.

“Well, hello,” he said. His eyes crinkled when he smiled–he looked only a few years younger than Mr. Holden and Elizabeth found herself homesick for her substitute grandfather right now. “You’re a new face.”

Elizabeth smiled. “I’m here visiting Private Jason Morgan. He’s awake…but I can’t tell how much pain he’s in…” She looked back at the doorway to his room. “I don’t really know anything about his condition.”

“Well, I can help with you that. I’m Dr. Hardy,” he said, extending his hand. “Dr. Steve Hardy. And you are?”

“Elizabeth Webber,” Elizabeth answered, shaking his hand. “Dr. Hardy, about Jason…”

“I’ll come to see him now if it’ll settle your mind, miss,” Dr. Hardy replied. “Are you his wife?”

“No, no,” Elizabeth said quickly. “His fiancée,” she finished, lamely. She must remember to talk to Jason about this. “Is he going to be okay…I mean…” She bit her lip. “Dr. Hardy, can I be honest with you?”

“Sure thing, Miss Webber,” Dr. Hardy replied. He clasped his hands together and studied her.

Feeling uncomfortable with his scrutiny, she cleared her throat and looked away. She needed to find out exactly how bad Jason was and needed to come up with a way to get this doctor to tell her without giving herself away. She couldn’t leave Jason alone here. Not now.

“See, Jason and I…we got engaged right before he left,” Elizabeth began. “A-and no one else knew except the people we chose to tell. His friend, Private Zander Smith was the one who wrote me actually. But he didn’t tell me anything.”

“Of course,” Dr. Hardy nodded. “Well, actually, Private Morgan doesn’t know anything about his condition either. From what I understand he’s been in and out of consciousness since his injury.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Dr. Hardy, he was injured well over a month ago! Is he that ill?”

“No, no,” Dr. Hardy assured her quickly. “But his injuries have left with him with quiet a bit of pain and we’ve been careful to keep him sedated.”

“What are his injuries?” Elizabeth asked, impatiently. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Come with me, my dear and we’ll all talk together. I’m sure Private Morgan will want to see your face at a time like this.”

Jason was still awake when they entered and Elizabeth took that as a good sign. She moved to his side immediately and took a seat. “Jason, this is Dr. Hardy.”

“Hello,” Jason said warily. He’d was as awake as he’d been since the morning of the injury and was a little upset to find out it was February and most of his left side bandaged.

“Good afternoon, Private Morgan,” Dr. Hardy greeted affably. “Good to see you up and alert. I think it’d be a good time to talk about your condition.”

“I think so,” Jason agreed. He shot a look at Elizabeth, wondering how she’d managed to get in here with the family only rules firmly into place. Or how she’d found out in the first place.

“Your fiancée was worried that you being in and out so often wasn’t good, but I explained that you’d been in a lot of pain and we kept you sedated.”

“My fiancée?” Jason questioned. He eyed Elizabeth, who flushed a little.

“Yes,” Elizabeth told him, her eyes pleading with him to play along. “And it’s good thing you did propose the night before you left or they never would have let me in.”

Suddenly grateful for her, he grasped her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Best decision I ever made,” he told her softly.

Her cheeks flushed even more and she looked away quickly. He let their hands fall, but was careful to keep her hand in his. “So, doctor…” Jason prompted.

“Well, Private Morgan, the debris and such badly burned your left arm and leg,” Dr. Hardy began. “There will be some scarring and you’ll probably walk with a limp once you regain the use of your leg.”

Jason’s body tensed. “Regain the use?” he repeated.

“Yes, well, the burns damaged some nerves,” Dr. Hardy continued. “You’ll need extensive therapy, but there’s every chance that you will recover, I assure you.”

“This therapy,” Elizabeth said softly, seeing that Jason was stunned. “Will it be available here? I mean, will he have to stay here?”

“Yes, he will,” Dr. Hardy told her. “It might take a month or two, perhaps more. But as long as he works hard, he should be just fine.”

Elizabeth squeezed his hand. “See, Jason? You’re going to be fine.”

“I heard him,” Jason snapped. He saw the stung look on her face and instantly regretted his sharp tone. “I’m sorry. I–”

“It’s fine,” Elizabeth said briskly. She looked back to the doctor. “Do you know of any hotels or boarding houses that I would be able to get a room in?”

Jason gaped at her, surprised she’d stay with him anyway. “Elizabeth, what about the diner?” he asked.

“Hush, the diner can take care of itself,” Elizabeth replied. “You need me more.”

Jason would have replied that he didn’t, but he didn’t really want her to leave either. “All right then. If you insist.”

“I do,” Elizabeth said firmly. She looked at the doctor. “Well?”

“There is a boarding house a few blocks away,” Dr. Hardy told her. “If you want, I’ll give my niece a call. She runs it. I’ll tell her to expect you.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said, gratefully. She waited as the doctor jotted down the address and handed it to her. “I appreciate it.”

The doctor left and Elizabeth bit her lip. “I’m sorry about the whole fiancée thing…but it was the only thing I could come up with on the spot. I came all this way and I didn’t want to be turned down.” She frowned. “Although I suppose I could have told them I was your sister, but–”

“Elizabeth,” Jason cut her off. She stopped and looked at him. “It’s fine,” he assured her. “I…it means a lot to me that you came and that you want to stay, but you don’t have to.”

“I am not leaving you all along here,” Elizabeth told him. “So get used to that.”

“Okay,” Jason replied, glad he didn’t have to talk her out of it. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry I was so short with you earlier. I just…”

“Jason, you got just a piece of bad news,” Elizabeth replied softly. “It’s fine.”

“I just…you came all this way…” Jason trailed off and eyed her. “Why did you?”

Elizabeth shrugged and looked away. “After I got Zander’s letter, I was so worried about you. He didn’t really have anything to tell me except that you’d been sent here and you were injured. Mr. Holden practically ordered me to come and see you.” She brushed a piece of hair off his forehead. “I’m glad he did.”

“So am I,” Jason replied quietly. “I’m really glad.”

This entry is part 3 of 6 in the Waiting At Home

~ December 4, 1944 ~

Elizabeth giggled and rolled her eyes. “Mr. Holden, you’re being ridiculous as usual.”

Jake Holden waggled his finger at his waitress and favorite person. “Mark my words, Bethie. When this war is over, you’re going marry that boy.”

“I’ve known that boy for all of five months. Three letters and a postcard,” Elizabeth said, her eyes sparkling, “do not mean anything.”

“Uh huh,” Mr. Holden murmured. “And how many have you written him?”

Elizabeth didn’t even blink. “Three a week,” she said, matter-of-factly. “But only because I don’t know if any actually reach him. I figure the more I write, the more likely a letter will get to him.”

“Just don’t forget your promise, Bethie,” Mr. Holden reminded her.

“And which promise would that be, Mr. Holden?” Elizabeth drawled, flipping through the stack of mail that the postman had left on the counter.

“First of all, girly, it’s Jake and secondly, that when you marry that boy, I give you away.”

“All right, Jake,” Elizabeth laughed. “I promise you that I will let you give me away if I ever marry Jason.” She pulled a letter from the stack and her eyes lit up. “Speaking of Jason…”

“I suppose that’s four letters and a postcard, eh, Bethie?”

Elizabeth ignored him and ripped the letter open, turning away from the rest of the diner to read it.

November 15, 1944

Dear Elizabeth,

I just wrote you yesterday, but Sonny was going on and on about Brenda again and I made my excuse of writing to you to get away. I decided if I was going to use it as an excuse, I might as well write.

We haven’t seen any action yet and I guess that’s blessing just as well as a curse. Some of the guys can’t wait to start fighting and I guess they got a point. We’re here to fight, so might as well do it.

This is gonna sound silly but I was wondering if you’d send me a picture. I don’t really want to get into the reasons why because well…they’re kind of embarrassing.

Yours,
Jason

Elizabeth looked up from the letter and smiled to herself. She turned to serve Mr. Holden, who grinned at seeing the sparkle in her eyes.

“Good news, Bethie?”

“Good news,” Elizabeth confirmed. She smiled. “He wants me to send him a picture.”

“Now, I told you, Bethie, that he was a good man, didn’t I?”

“Mr. Holden–”

“Now, don’t make me tell you again,” Mr. Holden threatened.

Elizabeth smiled and shook her head. “I’m sorry. Jake. You didn’t even speak with Jason. How would you know if he were a good man or not?”

“He took a liking to you, didn’t he?” Mr. Holden declared. “Smart man.”

“Okay. Well, I’d better go see to my customers.”

~ December 25, 1944 ~

“Mail call!” Johnny called out. He grinned. “I’ve got ten for Sonny,” he said, tossing the pack to the dark-haired man. “Eight for Zander. Seven for me.” Johnny paused and raised his eyebrows. “And gentlemen, we now have a new record for most letters received at a given time.”

Sonny glared at him. “What? Somebody broke my record?”

“Yup,” Johnny proclaimed. “I’ve fourteen for Jason.” He tossed the thick packet to the blonde across the room. “Looks the waitress had some time on her hands in the last six weeks.”

Jason scowled and decided to ignore Johnny for the rest of the day. He slit open the earliest dated later from late in October. It seemed that her letters were dated pretty close together, but came at different times. He’d gotten one from early in November the previous week.

Her letters were always full of news from the small town. She chatted about people he’d never met before like Courtney Quartermaine whose husband was in Europe or Ned Ashton who was dating her friend Caroline. She made sure to include some of Jake Holden’s stories about his late wife, Sadie and always ended the letters the same way, Love, Elizabeth.

She mentioned in one of the letters that she was writing three times a week simply because she wanted to ensure her letters would arrive to him. She worried about them getting lost sometimes.

She always made sure to tell him to be careful, reminding him the free meal she’d promised him once he returned. He had to smile when he’d read that. Like she already knew that Jason planned on returning to Port Charles rather than his hometown of Wilmington.

He opened her last letter and smiled when he took out a picture. She and two of her friends were sitting at a table outside of the diner. She was sitting in the middle, a broad smile on her face, her eyes sparkling. On either side sat a blonde, one with long hair and an apron. He assumed this was Courtney, the waitress she spoke of. The second blonde had shorter hair and dressed a little less casually. He assumed it was Caroline. He turned the picture over. Caroline, Elizabeth and Courtney. August 1944.

“You got a picture?” Zander asked, leaning over the top of the bunk. Jason sighed and passed it to him. “Cool, which one is she?”

“The brunette in the middle,” Jason replied.

“She’s pretty. Hey, this one looks like Emily’s cousin’s girlfriend,” Zander said.

“Caroline?” Jason asked.

“Yep. You ever met her?” Zander asked.

“Nope, but Elizabeth talks about her a lot,” Jason answered. “Can I have it back now?”

“What? Oh, yeah, sure.” Zander passed it back. “Hey, you ever ask her if she knows Emily?”

“Nah. Never got around to it. I’ll have to do it in the next letter,” Jason replied.

Zander was about to reply when the door to the large room was shoved open and a lieutenant appeared. “Men, let’s go! Some Jap planes have been sighted in the distance!”

Jason jumped to his feet, the picture of Elizabeth sliding to the ground along with some of her letters.

~ February 13, 1944 ~

Elizabeth stared at the pile of mail, not making a move towards it. Mr. Holden eyed her warily. “Bethie, the letters ain’t gonna bite.”

“If I don’t go through them, I don’t have to realize that there’s no letter from Jason. And if I don’t know there’s no letter from Jason, I don’t have to continue to be worried sick.” Elizabeth chewed her lip.

Mr. Holden reached for the stack and started to go through them. “Bethie, sometimes you just over dramatize things.” He frowned. “Well, this here is a personal letter for ya, but it ain’t from your soldier.”

“Who’s it from?” Elizabeth asked.

“A Private Zander Smith–”

Elizabeth snatched the letter from his hands and ripped it open; feeling dreadful and hoping like hell this letter wasn’t going to end badly.

January 1, 1945

Dear Miss Webber,

You don’t know me, but I’m a friend of Jason’s. I figured you’d get worried if he didn’t write you and he probably won’t be able to.

Well, that sounds kind of ominous. He’s not dead, he’s just been injured. On Christmas Day, some Japs attacked our carrier and Jason got hit some shrapnel and debris from a plane. He was out for a few days and hurt pretty bad. He’s being shipped to California to the military base in Los Angeles. He’s been in and out of consciousness, so he’s been in no position to write you as of yet.

I made sure to pack all your letters and the pretty picture you sent to him. He saved every one of your letters, so I made sure they were sent home with him. I’m including the address of the military hospital where they’re taking him if you want to write.

Jason always spoke highly of you, and I know he thinks you’re great. I hope everything turns out all right.

Sincerely,
Private Alexander Smith

P.S. Do you know an Emily Quartermaine? She’s my girl and I was just wondering seeing as how you knew Ned. Tell her that I love her and I can’t wait to come home to her.

Elizabeth lowered the letter and bit her lip, closing her eyes.

“Bethie?” Mr. Holden asked, concerned. “Is everything all right?”

“He’s alive,” Elizabeth said, shakily. She took a deep shuddering breath. “This is from one of his friends. There…there was a battle or something and Jason was injured. He was sent to a hospital in Los Angeles.”

“Well, he’s going to be okay, right?” Mr. Holden demanded. “You still owe me that promise.”

She managed a small smile. “I know, Mr. Holden. I think he’s going to be okay, but wouldn’t he have written by now?”

“It’s Jake and there must be a good reason for that,” Mr. Holden decided. “You’ve got only one course of action, Bethie.”

“I’m going to write him now,” Elizabeth promised.

“Uh uh, that’s not good enough,” Mr. Holden told her. “You need to go to the hospital.”

“Go to the hospital?” Elizabeth repeated. “But it’s in California!”

“What’s your point?” Mr. Holden asked.

“It’s three thousand miles away!” she sputtered. “And I can’t leave Kelly’s!”

“Pshaw,” Mr. Holden told her. “That Quartermaine girl can take care of it for a little while. And I bet that soldier of yours would love to see a familiar face.” He grinned. “Seeing as how he ain’t got no other family.”

She glared at him. “You’re doing a guilt trip on me, aren’t you, Mr. Holden?”

“Damn straight. Has it worked yet?”

She turned around and headed for the phone. “I’ll call Courtney,” she grumbled.

This entry is part 2 of 6 in the Waiting At Home

August 3, 1944 

Jason glanced over to see his best friend scribbling away on a pad of paper. He shifted and looked out the window of the train taking he and his fellow soldiers across the country.

They’d left Port Charles earlier that morning for the three day trip to California where they’d get on the aircraft carrier they’d be serving on for the time being. He’d spent far too much time at Kelly’s the night before and as a result was in no mood for a long train ride.

He let himself reflect on the intriguing young woman he’d met the night before. Elizabeth Webber was unlike anyone other girl he’d ever met. Vivacious, independent, and pretty. They’d talked over coffee until the early hours of the morning. He’d learned all about her grandmother who’d run the diner before her and he’d told her more about growing up in Wilmington, Delaware.

When they’d noticed the sun coming up, he’d had to hightail it back to the base, but they’d exchanged addresses and he’d kissed her on the cheek. For the first time since his enlistment, Jason had an urge to actually worry about coming home from the war.

“You look like you’re thinking about somethin’ important,” Michael “Sonny” Corinthos said finally. “You ain’t said word one since we got on board.”

Jason frowned. “Just thinkin’.” He glanced back over to the other man. “You writin’ to Brenda again?”

Sonny grinned. “She gets worried if I don’t write daily.”

Jason snorted. “She’s gonna have some problems when we get to the Pacific.”

“Nah. Not if I write a letter daily and date them accordingly,” Sonny replied.

Jason shrugged. “Whatever works for you.” He twisted in his seat. “You got some paper and a pencil I could borrow?”

“Sure,” Sonny replied, ripping off a sheet and fishing in his pockets for an extra pencil. “Who you writin’ to?”

Jason pulled a travel book about Hawaii about of his bag to lean on. “A girl I met back in Port Charles,” he reported, dating the letter. “I met her the last night I was there.”

“You met someone?” Sonny asked, skeptically. “For real?”

“Yes,” Jason said, crossly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’. You just kept to yourself the entire time we was in Port Charles. Kind of weird you met someone your last night. What’s she like?”

“She’s nice,” Jason replied.

“Nice. You wanna give some details?” Sonny pressed.

“She kind of owns Kelly’s, that diner on the docks,” Jason finally told him. “Her grandmother left it to her. She’s really great. Good listener, fun to talk to–”

“What’s she look like?” Sonny cut in.

“She’s pretty,” Jason admitted. “Curly brown hair. Blue eyes. She’s kind of short, though. Only comes about to my shoulders.”

“Ah, a petite girl. She kind of sounds like Brenda without the blue eyes.” Sonny nodded. “So you like her?”

“Yeah, I’m writin’ to her, ain’t I?”

“Jeez, you ain’t got to get so testy,” Sonny replied. “Look, I’ll write my letter, you write yours, okay?”

“Okay,” Jason agreed.

— August 10, 1944 —

Elizabeth strode into Kelly’s, clutching a stack of mail with one hand and the other perusing a newspaper. She set it all down on the counter, shouted a hello to Lou and started the coffee.

“Bill, bill, junk,” Elizabeth murmured flipping through the stack of mail. Her eyes lit up when she saw a personal letter postmarked from Iowa and the return address was Sgt. Jason Morgan.

“You look mighty happy there, Bethie,” Jake Holden remarked, sliding onto a stool.

“I am thrilled,” Elizabeth said happily. “Coffee’s not ready, though, Mr. Holden.”

“Now, Bethie, we done had this discussion about a hundred times,” Mr. Holden began.

Elizabeth slit the envelope open, ignoring her elderly customer and pulled the letter out.

August 3, 1944 

Dear Elizabeth,

I’m writing this on my train trip to California. There’s a stop somewhere in Iowa, I think so I’ll probably send it from there.

I’m about ready to drop, I’m so tired. But it’s a good tired, you know? I can’t remember the last time I sat up all night talking to someone. Sonny–he’s the friend that’s got the fiancée–he was kind of curious about why I needed paper to write to someone. So I had to tell him about you.

Sonny–his real name is Michael though he’d knock us out if we called him that–is from Chicago. He’s been seein’ his girl Brenda since they were in grade school. Says he can’t wait to get home to see her again. Never met Brenda, but since Sonny wants me to be his best man at the wedding, guess I will.

Once I get to California, I’ll be there a week. You’ll have to address your letters to the address at the bottom. Once I’m off the carrier though, I can’t promise they’ll get to me. Sounds awfully assumptive of me…I don’t know if you’d actually write. I guess I just needed something to do on the train.

It’s kind of nice traveling by train. Never been this far west before. Lot of cities, not much else. Maybe California will be better.

Sincerely,
Jason 

“Who wrote ya?” Mr. Holden asked, leaning forward.

Elizabeth sighed and set the letter back down on the counter. “You remember the soldier that was in about a week ago?” she asked. “When we talked about Sadie and Vista Point?”

“The night before they got shipped out?” Mr. Holden asked. “Yep. What, did the two of you hit it off or somethin’?”

“This is a letter from him,” Elizabeth confirmed. “He didn’t have any family or a girl to write to, so I suggested we write to each other.”

“That’s mighty fine of you to do,” Mr. Holden declared. “He seemed like an upstanding young man. If you had any common sense, Bethie, you’d have gotten a ring on your finger before he left town.”

Elizabeth smirked. “I knew Jason for twelve hours before he left town. That’s barely enough time to exchange vitals much less get engaged.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Holden waved off. “I knew my Sadie for twenty minutes before I decided she was the woman for me. Sometimes you just know.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Sometime you do,” she agreed. “But sometimes, it needs to develop on its own. Jason seemed like a great guy. I’m sure he’ll make a woman very happy one day.”

“Comes to mind that you’re the one he’s writin’ to, Bethie. See, I knew Sadie was the one…but well, she took some convincing.”

“Mr. Holden–”

“Girl, I ain’t gonna tell you again!” Mr. Holden remarked. “It’s Jake or nothin’.”

“Jake,” Elizabeth grinned and shook her head. “Jason didn’t have anyone else to write to.”

“But he’s writin’ to ya now.”

“Because I suggested it,” Elizabeth reminded him.

“A man don’t have to listen to anything he don’t wanna do,” Mr. Holden said firmly. “That’s the problem with young girls today. You don’t put any faith in the men in your life. Always looking for an excuse or an explanation. Sometimes things just are the way they are.”

“All right, Mr. Holden. Tell you what, if I ever marry Jason, I want you to give me away,” Elizabeth told him.

“You start callin’ me Jake and we got a deal,” Mr. Holden responded.

— September 10, 1944 —

“Mail call!”

Jason looked up from his bunk at the sound of Sonny’s voice. They were currently en route to the Phillippines on an aircraft carrier and this was the first time there’d been any mail.

“You get a letter from Brenda?” Jason asked, sitting up.

“Yep. I got five of them,” Sonny said proudly. He set his aside. “Zander’s got three from Emily,” he paused to toss them to their dark-haired friend. “Johnny’s got two from Chloe.” He handed it to Johnny O’Brien who wandered away to his own bunk to read them. “Hey, you got one.”

“I did?” Jason asked, surprised.

“Yep. Postmark Port Charles, New York. August 11, 1944,” Sonny reported. “From your waitress friend.”

“I didn’t know you had a girl in Port Charles,” Zander Smith said from his position on the top bunk across from Jason and Sonny. “I bet Emily knows her.”

“Probably does,” Sonny replied. “Everyone knows everyone in that town. Now Chicago–”

“Sonny, give me the letter,” Jason interrupted impatiently. Sonny grinned and handed it to him. Jason wasted no time ripping it open and unfolding the letter.

August 10, 1944 

Dear Jason–

I stopped work right in the middle of my shift just to write this. Mr. Holden wouldn’t let it go. You should write to that soldier boyfriend of yours, he kept saying. Honestly. Kept trying to explain to him that we only knew each other a few hours, but the man’s a hopeless romantic. The way he talks about his wife…wow. What I wouldn’t give to have someone talk about me like that.

So you had to tell Sonny about me, huh? What did you tell him? Some crazy waitress begged you to write her? He sounds great though.

Life goes on here in PC. The base has closed down so of course the girls in town are depressed. Honestly, you’d think the most exciting thing here were the soldiers.

I hope this letter reaches you, but one of the girls who works here–Courtney Quartermaine–her husband is in Europe and her letters almost never reach him, but she’s always getting something from him. She can be a little annoying though–always sitting around crying for him.

Mr. Holden is sitting in front of me, jabbering away about if I had had any sense, I would have gotten a ring before you left town.

Oooh…Lou’s giving me a nasty look. Should probably get back to work. You know for someone who owns the place, I sure do more work than anyone else.

Love,
Elizabeth 

“Can I read?”

Jason looked up from the letter and glared at Johnny. “No.”

“Aww, I let you read the ones from Chloe,” Johnny whined.

“You read yours out loud,” Jason replied, almost disgusted. “No one wants to hear that stuff.”

Johnny shrugged. “So, can I read it?”

Jason rolled his eyes and handed the letter over to him. Johnny scanned it. “She sounds nice. She begged you to write her?”

“Nah. I ate at the diner she owns the night before she got on the train,” Jason replied, hopping down from his bunk and fishing through Sonny’s bunk for some paper and a pencil. “Told her I didn’t have anyone to write to back home and she told me to write to her.”

“She owns a diner?” Johnny asked. He whistled. “You got yourself a sugar mama, Morgan.”

Jason scowled. “She inherited it when her grandmother died and it’s not like that. She’s just a friend.”

“You got a picture?” Zander asked, eagerly.

Johnny glared at him. “How long you been listenin’?” he demanded.

“No, I don’t got a picture,” Jason replied. “We only knew each other a few hours.”

“You should get a picture,” Zander said, knowingly. “Somethin’ to keep you warm when you’re bein’ shot at.”

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Ever the fucking optimistic, huh Smith?”

This entry is part 1 of 6 in the Waiting At Home

Elizabeth Webber glanced up in irritation as the bell over the door jingled, indicating another customer. She gritted her teeth and ran a hand through her messy brown curly hair. The last she wanted was another person in this diner tonight. They were about to close down the kitchen for the night and once Elizabeth managed to convince Mr. Holden to go home for the night, she could go home herself.

Elizabeth looked up and instantly her irritation and frustration faded away. A young man took a seat at the counter, a few seats down from Mr. Holden. He was good-looking with short dark blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and angular features.

But what caught her attention was the uniform. He was in the military and more than likely shipping off to Europe or the Pacific within a few days. Everyone knew that the base near her hometown in Port Charles, New York was being emptied out. The soldiers were either being shipped overseas to the war or transferred to other bases. The least Elizabeth could do was serve him with a smile.

“Can I get you something to drink while you’re deciding?” she asked. He glanced up from the menu and met her eyes. She felt a little jolt–she’d never seen eyes that blue an clear.

The young man cleared his throat. “Uh. Yeah. Coffee. Black.”

Elizabeth nodded and moved down the counter to pour it. As she was pouring the dark liquid into one of the porcelain mugs, Mr. Holden reached out and touched her arm. “Did I ever tell you about the time Sadie and me went riding out by Vista Point?”

Elizabeth smiled. “No, Mr. Holden. You didn’t. Let me take care of this customer and we can talk all about it.” She set the cup in front of the soldier. “I’ll give you another few minutes–”

“No. I…just a cheeseburger and fries,” the young man told her.

“Sure,” Elizabeth replied, writing the order down. She gave it to Lou the cook and returned her attention to Mr. Holden. His wife, Sadie, had died six months ago and he came in like clockwork every night for dinner. The elderly man had been married to his wife for over fifty years and seemed a little lost without her.

“So, you and Sadie went to Vista Point?” Elizabeth prompted her other customer.

“Yep. On our first date,” the man declared proudly. “‘Course, when I say we went riding, I mean we had a horse. Girl loved to ride. Said she loved the speed and the wind around her.”

“It does sound wonderful,” Elizabeth agreed.

“My Sadie was a gorgeous woman,” Mr. Holden remarked wistfully. “She liked you, you know. Always said you were a good girl, destined for better things than Port Charles, New York.”

“Well, that was very kind of her,” Elizabeth replied. “But I think I’m going to be here a while.”

“Order’s up, Bethie!” Lou called.

“Excuse me,” Elizabeth replied. She turned to grab the soldier’s order and set it in front of him. “Can I get you anything else?”

He shook his head. “No. Thanks.”

“I thought you were supposed to go the fancy schmancy art school,” Mr. Holden called, catching Elizabeth’s attention. She turned away from the handsome soldier again.

“I was,” Elizabeth admitted. “But when my grandmother died, someone had to run Kelly’s. A Webber has run this place since my great-grandfather opened it and I aim to see it stay that way. ‘Sides, I like Port Charles. It’s not that bad.”

“Girl like you deserves a fine house with a good husband taking care of her,” Mr. Holden said firmly. “Why, my Sadie never worked a day in her life. Spent all her time taking care of our house and kids. That’s the way it should be. Men should take care of women.”

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose. “Mr. Holden–”

“Uh uh,” Mr. Holden said, wagging his finger. “I’ve told a thousand times, Bethie. Jake. I call you Bethie, you call me Jake.”

“Jake,” Elizabeth began again, not able to fight a smile. “I like being independent. I like taking care of myself. Do I want to get married some day? Sure. Why not? But I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”

“That’s what wrong with young women today. See, when I was young, we married our girls young. Didn’t let them get to twenty before we snagged them,” Mr. Holden replied.

“Well, Jake, things are different now. Why, I wouldn’t have to get married if I didn’t want to.”

Mr. Holden frowned. “Now, that’s just crazy talk.”

Elizabeth laughed. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll be here serving until I’m old and gray.”

“Well, I suppose I best be going home,” he said reluctantly. He reached in his back pocket for his wallet.

Elizabeth waved him away. “Your money is no good here.”

Mr. Holden opened his mouth to argue, but seeing the set of Elizabeth’s shoulders and the determined look in her eye, he sighed. “All right, Bethie. See ya tomorrow.” He stood and shuffled towards the door. Elizabeth smiled and reached for his dishes.

“Bethie, I’m headed out for the night!” Lou called. “Kitchen’s all cleaned up.”

“Thanks, Lou. See ya tomorrow!” Elizabeth called back. She put Mr. Holden’s dishes in the tub and reached for the rag.

The soldier frowned. “Oh. I didn’t…I didn’t realize it was that late.”

“It’s fine,” Elizabeth said. “Take your time.” She moved around the counter and started wiping down the tables. “So, are you being shipped overseas?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m going to the Pacific.”

She set a chair on top of the table and moved to another table. “I can’t believe they’re shutting the base down,” she murmured. “It’s been open for so many years. I’m never gonna get used to not seeing men in uniform around.” She headed back towards the counter. “Are you from New York?”

The soldier shook his head. “Nope. I’m from Delaware.” He shifted. “You were nice to that guy.”

“Who? Mr. Holden?” Elizabeth asked. She shrugged. “He’s lonely since his wife died. Needs a little conversation every once in a while.” She eyed him for a second before smiling. “I’m Elizabeth. Elizabeth Webber. Most people call me Beth or Bethie. Kind of left over from childhood.”

“Private Jason Morgan,” the soldier said. “I can’t repeat some of the nicknames some of the guys got for me.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I’ll bet.” She shoved a curl behind her ear. “So, you got family back home?”

“Nope.” Jason sipped his coffee. “I lived with my mom until I was eighteen. I enlisted on my birthday. She got remarried and is living somewhere in Florida. We, uh, don’t keep in touch.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Elizabeth murmured. “My parents went to California after the stock market crash. They left me with my grandmother and…well, they never sent for me.”

“Sounds awfully unfair of them,” Jason replied.

Elizabeth shrugged. “Not a problem. I prefer New York anyway. I couldn’t live in a place that didn’t have seasons. I love sketching the trees in fall, the lake in winter–” she broke off, blushing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on like that.”

“No, that’s fine. So you’re an artist?”

“An artist implies I get paid for my work. I just sketch in between shifts,” Elizabeth replied. “What do you do? Are you going to be a career soldier?”

Jason shrugged. “Haven’t decided yet. I was gonna be a mechanic in Wilmington before the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor. I couldn’t not enlist after that.”

“So, you’re twenty-one?” Elizabeth asked. “You look older.”

He grinned. “Working outside during the summer will do that to ya. How about you?”

“Me? I’m nineteen,” Elizabeth replied. “When are you getting shipped out?”

“Tomorrow,” Jason replied. “Tonight was my last free night before I was gonna go.”

“And you came to Kelly’s?” Elizabeth asked surprised.

He shrugged. “The rest of the guys are with their girls, y’know. I went a movie, came to get a burger. Seemed like a good way to spend the time.”

Elizabeth bit her lip. “You scared about going to war?” she asked quietly.

“Not especially,” Jason replied. “Someone’s got go. I just…” He stopped and shook his head.

Elizabeth leaned forward. “What?”

“I kinda wish I did have someone back at home,” Jason admitted. “My best friend, Sonny? He’s got a fiancée in Chicago. Johnny and Zander are both dating local girls. Must be nice to have someone to write to, y’know? Someone who cares if you come home.”

Elizabeth rounded the counter and sat on the stool next to him. “Why don’t you write me?” she suggested.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

Elizabeth nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll even write you back. And when you come home, you can have a burger on the house.”

He smiled at her then. “That’s nice of you to offer, Ms. Webber.”

“None of this Ms. Webber stuff,” Elizabeth insisted. “If we’re gonna be pen pals, you’ll have to call me Beth or Elizabeth.”

“Only if you’ll call me Jason,” he replied. He stuck his hand out and Elizabeth shook it.

“It’s a deal,” she replied, smiling brightly.

February 17, 2014

I know people are probably tired of site structure updates, ha. But you’ll all be happier when I have everything in place, because there won’t be anymore excuses for posting. (I cannot wait to start reposting some of the stuff I’ve written. I’m a much better writer than I was even six years ago).

Anywho — I started the new media section, which right now includes soundtracks for Daughters and These Small Hours (including YouTube videos!) Eventually, I’ll post the videos and slideshows I made once upon a time, and whatnot.

I also added the online page, which has links to sites I was excited to discover still existed.

The following stories still need to be moved over to this address:

Tangle
Daughters

– Spinning on An Axis
The Witness
– Sanctuary
– I Shall Believe
– Another Dumb Blonde
– North Star
– Intoxication
– Waiting At Home
– Jaded
– Life’s Little Quirks
– Yesterdays
– In the Family

Tangle and Daughters will be moved, starting in April. If you have a preference for which stories should be moved first, please feel free to comment and last me know.