December 25, 2014

This is just a bit from a Sonny/Carly scene in an upcoming chapter.


“I…should have dealt with it better, Sonny,” Carly said, though she didn’t think her actions had been nearly as bad as his. She’d been shot in the head—hadn’t she forgiven that? Did no one remember what she’d been through? “I just…I was hurt. I lashed out. I don’t…know if I meant what I said about the boys.”

She had meant every word of it and had intended to use Alexis’s secret to destroy him in court, but that wasn’t important now.

“Well, I took you for your word.” Sonny stood, crossed to the window that overlooked the city. “I thought….I’d use the summer to figure out how to fix things.”

There was more to this story, but Carly knew he would never tell her, and if it reflected badly on Sonny, it was unlikely to come from Jason either.

They were always more loyal to one another than they were to her. Men. They all stuck together.

“And when Sam died?” Carly murmured. She set the tub of cold cream down and slowly began to draw her brush through her blonde hair. “Why didn’t it come out then?”

“Sam…tricked me into terminating my parental rights,” Sonny said through clenched teeth. “I thought I was signing a trust for Evie. Instead, she took them away and created a will that left guardianship to Jason in the event of her death.”

Carly smirked. If she didn’t hate that whore so much, she might admire the tactic. A woman scorned had scorched him right back. Served him right.

It was easy to see this from Sam’s side of it. She’d been used, tossed away, foisted on Jason. Sonny had returned to his family. Why should she make it easy on the bastard who discarded her?

There was a certain poetry, a certain sense of innate justice that Carly respected.

That didn’t change the way of the world.

Now, I haven’t run this scene or any of the plot past my beta yet, so this isn’t final. But it’s a taste of the world I have set up in the sequel to A Few Words Too Many. It picks up in late 2007, almost four years after the story closed.


Living beyond your years
Acting out all their fears
You feel it in your chest
Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you
Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus’s life, it has only just begun
It’s just begun

– Icarus, Bastille


Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Kelly’s: Courtyard

Everything about this day had been a disaster so far.

Elizabeth Morgan’s hold on her overflowing tote failed as she hurried through the arch that separated the courtyard of Kelly’s from the parking lot.

The handle to which she had been desperately grasping tore from its seams, sending a pile of folders sliding to the cobblestones below, as well as her make up bag, her keys, an extra toy truck, and a hair brush.

She stared down at the pile and felt the absurd urge to burst into tears.

“Let me help, Mrs. Morgan.” Her guard crouched in front of her, gathering her things into a pile.

“It’s okay, Kevin.” Elizabeth knelt down to start shoving things back into her now useless tote. “I over packed it again.”

“I’ll send someone to bring you a new bag,” the young dark-haired man began, setting the pile on a nearby table and reaching inside his suit jacket for his cell phone.

“No, no, that’s not necessary—” Elizabeth held up her hand. “I’m handing some of these over to Robin at our meeting anyway. It’s really—”

But he was already on the phone with Cody Paul, who until six months ago, had been her daytime guard. Cody had been promoted to another position in the organization, and her life had never been quite the same. She didn’t even know how much she’d relied on him until he hadn’t been there.

And curse her husband and his partner for taking him away as she had lurched towards the end of an uncomfortable pregnancy. Men. No sensitivity.

“Elizabeth?” Robin Scorpio stepped out from inside the restaurant. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“No, but that’s not new.” Elizabeth smiled faintly at Kevin who was telling Cody that an extra tote from the penthouse needed to be sent to Kelly’s immediately. “My bag ripped as I was coming in.”

“Oh.” Robin joined her at the table. “It’s a cool day—let’s sit outside instead.”

“I’m late, I know I am.” Elizabeth dumped the last of her bag’s contents on the table and collapsed into a chair. “I spent half the night organizing this paperwork and now it’s a mess.” She pressed a hand to her forehead again. “I nearly overslept and was late picking up Morgan. It’s my week to carpool—”

Robin nodded, taking a seat across from her. “As much as you can call sitting in a car while a guard drives carpooling, I suppose.”

“Cady refused to eat breakfast, and then she dumped her plate of eggs in Jake’s lap, so I had to clean him up before I could drop him off with Monica to spend part of the day with her and Alan—he didn’t sleep half the night. Woke Cady twice. I finally put them both in bed with me.”

“Where was Jason through all of this?” Robin asked, calmly removing her date book from her own tote bag and flipping it open. She reached for Elizabeth’s paperwork pile and began to sort it.

“He worked late again. Didn’t get home until almost three. Sonny called him while I was cleaning up Jake—some kind of meeting at the warehouse required his immediate attention.” Elizabeth huffed. “It’s getting ridiculous, Robin. I love Sonny, but I’m going to strangle him if this keeps up.”

Robin leaned back as a waitress emerged from Kelly’s to take their lunch orders. When she was gone, Robin asked, “Still wrapped up in Kate?”

“Yes.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Like he was with Jordan. And Claire. And Amelia. And Sam. It’s exhausting and to think, I actually miss the days when he and Carly were trying to kill each other in court. At least Sonny showed up for work on a regular basis.”

“Yeah, but that was to escape Carly. She hates the warehouse doesn’t she?” Robin asked. She smiled as the waitress returned with their drinks. “Thanks.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if Sonny didn’t continually start these ridiculous projects, then flit off for a few days with his newest woman and leave Jason to do the rest of the work. First it was just the warehouse expansion into Buffalo and then into Albany. Then he wanted to open a coffee house. Then a restaurant. And now? He wants to expand the coffeehouses into Buffalo and Albany.” She huffed and stirred her herbal tea. “I’m getting a migraine thinking about it.”

“And Jason doesn’t want to say no because he likes that the new businesses are…” Robin pursed her lips. “Free and clear, so to speak. It’s something he can give to the kids later.”

“Except he’s doing twice as much work as he used to.” Elizabeth shook her head. “It was different before, Robin. Before we were married. When we were…sorting through things, dealing with Ric and Faith. Sonny bent over backwards to make sure Jason and I had time together—he took a long business trip in the middle of Carly’s pregnancy so Jason wouldn’t leave me.”

She closed her eyes. “It’s like he was trying to make up for what he thought had been partly his fault before—Jason never being home. But then that mess with Kristina blew up a few months after we got married…” She shook her head. “And it’s like he takes it for granted that I’ll be around, that I’ll put up with the long hours, the meetings—”

“Have you or Jason talked to Sonny about letting up?” Robin stirred some sugar in her iced tea. “Especially since you had Jake? I mean, you were in the hospital for three weeks after he was born. Jason was always around then.”

“I don’t know what happened,” Elizabeth admitted. “I was pretty in and out of it for the first few days. I’m just not sure Jason…” She hesitated. “I’m not sure it occurred to him to leave the hospital. Other than making sure someone was with Cady. I just know every time I woke up, he was with me.”

“We didn’t know for a few days if they’d stop the bleeding,” Robin murmured. “It was pretty scary, and Jason just looked…I mean, I’ve seen him scared, worried—when Michael was kidnapped all those years ago. But it was more than that—I know things are difficult right now, Elizabeth, but he loves you—”

“Oh, God, that’s not…” Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “No, I’m just tired, you know? And I miss my husband. I miss some semblance of family life. I don’t doubt for a minute that he loves me. And I love him. I just…I want Sonny to respect that again. He’s taking our stability for granted, you know? Like…Jason and I have been together for four years, we have two children, and somehow Sonny thinks that’s it. We don’t need to do anything extra. We’re a happy family without working at it.”

“To be fair, I can’t blame him. You and Jason are probably the most stable people I know.” Robin wrinkled her nose. “I mean, marriages in this town do not last long. Even the Spencers have had some bumps in the road—not so much since Laura came home a few years ago, but you and Jason haven’t had so much as a blip. No huge arguments, no storming out. No secrets.”

“Well, we managed to do plenty of that before we got married.” But Elizabeth smiled, because it was the truth. There had been so much drama in the beginning of their relationship that she felt like there was nothing left to worry about beyond the everyday. They were in love with a beautiful home and two beautiful children—

If Sonny would just let Jason have blessed moment to himself, life would be nearly perfect.

“You know, before I came home two years ago,” Robin began as the waitress placed their food in front of them. “I wondered how I’d feel knowing Jason had married you, that you had kids. I mean, I remembered you from before. Sort of. I’m not entirely sure we ever officially met other than running into each other at the garage.”

Elizabeth arched a brow. “Worried I wasn’t good enough for Jason?”

“Not so much,” Robin laughed. “Just that—I couldn’t see you two together. I don’t know, it’d be like going away for several years and learning that Lucky had married Maxie Jones. You know, someone you’re kind of aware of but, wow, cannot picture him with.”

“I can barely picture him with Sam, but that might be residual annoyances since Sonny and Sam’s affair during the divorce only made life worse,” Elizabeth sighed. “But yeah, I get it. So, what’s the verdict?”

“I like the two of you together,” Robin said, dumping ketchup over her fries. “Then again, after everything that happened with Carly and Michael, particularly my part in it…I decided that I would like anyone that gave Jason the chance to be a father again.”

“Well, he gave me the chance to be a mother, which most days, I’m grateful for. Today? Maybe not so much.” Elizabeth smiled and dug into her chili. “So, somewhere in that pile of paper is the contract for next month.”

“Carly agreed to hold the benefit at the Metro Court?” Robin frowned. “I thought she’d give me more trouble—”

“Well, I told her I’d be her liaison with the foundation, and when she still balked, Jax twisted her arm.” Elizabeth shook her head. “You’d think after two years, you’d two be…I don’t know. Somewhat civil. Considering neither one of you are involved with the man you fought over in the first place.”

“Except Carly still thinks I was wrong to tell AJ the truth.” Robin sniffed. “I’m willing to accept that fact, but I’ll never admit that to Carly. Plus, there was that business with her trying to sleep with Patrick.”

“That last summer before she and Jax got serious,” Elizabeth reminded her. “And mostly it was to annoy you. Which it did.”

“I thought about making Patrick bathe in bleach before I agreed to sleep with him again, but I decided to take his word for it that nothing happened,” Robin decided. She pointed a fry at Elizabeth. “Did Nadine tell you about her latest goober?”

“God. There was a rambling message on my voice mail this morning, but I didn’t get a chance to listen to it closely. Something about a jackass, a good cocktail and a broken finger?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah, one of Patrick’s friends asked her out. Pete Marquez? The English professor who went to Vegas with him a few months ago?”

“Oh.” Elizabeth frowned. “She’s getting desperate.”

“Yeah, something about being the only single girl left in the group.” Robin shrugged. “I tried to tell her Kelly’s still on the market, but that didn’t cheer her up.”

“I guess we all have paired off since that first time at Jake’s.” Elizabeth smiled at the memory of her first Girl’s Night. “Lainey’s been dating AJ—what nearly a year now? You and Patrick are stupid for each other. I’m spoken for. Emily’s engaged to Nikolas—it just leaves Nadine and Kelly.”

“I think she’s still hung up on the idiot she was dating before she hit PC but the last time I mentioned her looking up Johnny Zacchara, she nearly took me out with a bottle of tequila.” Robin scowled. “It’s not my fault he’s a dillhole and she’s mooning over him.”

“She’s dated plenty in the last four years,” Elizabeth said. “Though I guess it doesn’t cheer her up that most of her previous attempts have gone on to more serious relationships. There was Lucky—who’s dating Sam now. And of course, Nikolas, though the two brothers thing was weird enough.”

“Don’t forget her brief and disastrous date with Patrick before I moved here.” Robin laughed. “He still talks about that bar fight.”

“I know. I told her it was a bad idea, but what can I say? Nadine’s a romantic.” Elizabeth leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. “I feel a lot better, Robin. Just…sitting here. Bitching about my almost perfect life, reminding myself as bad as it could be, at least I still have this wonderful man to go home to.”

“Right?” Robin shrugged. “All things considered, Elizabeth? Life could suck a lot more.”

“I completely agree.” Elizabeth lifted her mug of tea to click against Robin’s glass of iced tea. “To life not sucking all that much in the grand scheme of things.”

December 16, 2014

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


 

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

God.

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

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

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

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

She didn’t even have a lawyer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 14, 2014

bestthing2

“Emily Paige Bowen-Quartermaine,” Elizabeth began, “if you think I am sitting on the chair and letting Jason feel me up in front of a hundred people—”

“Wait, what?” Jason interrupted. “Em—”

“Relax.” Emily waved a dismissive hand. “I have the sense God gave a mule—”

“I’ve seen no indication of this—” Elizabeth shot back.

“I have decided to alter that particular tradition,” Emily sniffed. “Instead, I just ask that you join the rest of the world on the dance floor for one dance.”

“Em, can we talk for minute—”

Emily cut her off with another wave of the hand. “Listen, I’ve decided to bow out of my position as opportunity creator for you guys since you don’t need me—”

“—never needed—”

“Opportunity creator?” Jason repeated at the same time.

But Emily ignored them both. “You don’t need to thank me, just…enjoy what I’ve given you.” She flashed a smile. “Now, it’s my wedding day, I’m the bride, and you do what I say. Dance.” She took the garter and bouquet from them. “I’ll make sure you get these back, but—”

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, but rather than give into the desire to poke her best friend, she merely sniffed and turned to Jason. “If she’s really going to retire from constantly butting in—”

“Ha!”

“—then we might as well do this.”

Jason sighed and looked at his sister. “Emily.”

She stared at him, blandly. “It’s my wedding day,” she repeated. She pointed at herself. “Bride.”

He held out a hand to Elizabeth. “She’s right.”

October 11, 2014

This is a scene from Chapter 8, which takes place in March 2004. It has not been beta’d. 


 

Warehouse: Sonny’s Office

There were moments Sonny felt outside of himself, as if he were standing next to his desk and watching his body clench its fists, crumple paper and snap at long-time employees whose loyalties had never been in question.

Today was not the first time he had had this eerie feeling, but somewhere inside, he knew these moments were happening too often. That they were coming too close together, almost on top of one on another. He was rapidly reaching the point where he could no longer point to a moment when he could say he had been one hundred percent in control.

When Jason stepped into the room, Sonny took a deep breath and looked down at his customary page of notes. Truck. Rumors. Michael’s behavior. Zacchara. It was an innocuous list of words that would not raise any suspicions should someone discover the pieces once he shred them, but these lists had preserved the peace for the last month.

Since that morning in Jason’s penthouse where he had once again attacked Elizabeth to Jason’s face. Another moment he had not been in control of his own mind.

“Jason.” He cleared his throat, forced his fist to relax and reach for a glass of water. He would keep himself under control. He would not attack Jason for his choices, would not say a word against Elizabeth. He would put his life back on a normal footing, beginning with this moment. “How are things?”

“Fine.” His partner and former friend lowered himself gingerly into the chair across the desk, his shoulders tense. “I wanted to update you on the truck shipment from January.”

“Still no word?” Sonny asked, reaching for a pen to cross the word from his list. “Two months and no trace. Not a good sign.”

“No,” Jason agreed, releasing a short breath. “We’ve combed all the roads from here to Rochester, looked into all of Mickey’s activities. He pulled off in a rest area about fifteen miles away from Port Charles, and then just disappeared. No activity on his accounts.” He shook his head.

“Are…” Sonny stopped, because he had been about to demand Jason admit he was right all along and had wasted time dicking around for proof. No. No. That was not the way. Jason had been right to be cautious, had been right to advise patience. He knew that. He did. “I spoke to Hector Ruiz, and the relationship there seems to be unchanged. He does not hold us responsible for Alcazar’s misfortunes.”

Jason nodded. “I got that sense, too. But he’s got two sons who are not so trustworthy.”

Javier and Manny, Sonny knew, were ruthless and would become problematic one day. “I think Hector still has them under some sort of control for now,” Sonny continued. “Feelers to Zacchara’s people were not returned.”

He saw Jason hesitate and that familiar rolling nausea rolled in his abdomen. Jason knew something. Had kept something from him.

Was lying to him—

No. Sonny exhaled on a short breath. No. No. That wasn’t Jason’s style. “You know something about Zacchara?” he asked, trying for a casual tone. When Jason did not tense, did not change his expression, he thought he might have been successful.

“Not exactly. I would have mentioned it earlier, but it didn’t seem important.” Jason leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his denim-clad thighs. “Johnny Zacchara was at Elizabeth’s showing last month.”

All other thoughts flew from Sonny’s brain. “I knew it.” He lunged to his feet. “That slimy little bastard was taunting you, letting you know he knows about her—”

“I didn’t get that impression, Sonny.” Jason’s voice remained calm. Placating. Fucking bastard. Why didn’t he ever see it Sonny’s way? Didn’t Elizabeth’s safety mean anything to him? He was picking the little bitch over Sonny—

God. No. Stop it. Sonny closed his eyes and tried to concentrate again. “Why the hell not?”

“Because Johnny’s known for going to art showings,” Jason said, his voice shifting into wariness. He, too, rose to his feet. “For the last two years or so, since he graduated from Oxford and came back to New York. He’s usually at galleries on the weekends, except when he’s been in Port Charles. I didn’t just take his word for it, Sonny. I looked into it after I saw him there. Her showing was heavily promoted. Maybe he remembered her name being linked to mine, but he went out of his way to introduce me to his girlfriend.”

That got Sonny’s attention, and the red haze cleared. “Girlfriend.”

“Yeah.” Jason nodded. “Nadine Crowell. Works at General Hospital. I figure it’s why he’s been hanging around a lot. She goes to Luke’s with some of the other nurses. I had her looked at. Her sister is an issue, maybe. She’s suspected of some Angel of Mercy killings back in Ohio, but is in some sort of vegetative state in a New York hospital. Nadine is clean.”

“He deliberately showed you his vulnerable spot.” Sonny lowered himself back into his seat. “That’s…that’s a good sign.”

“That’s what I thought. And he’s green. He didn’t know how to introduce her, didn’t know how to prep her for meeting his associates. If he’s working an angle, Sonny, I’m not seeing it.” Jason leaned forward. “I’m not taking chances. I agree with you that Anthony Zacchara is a prime suspect for the problems we’ve been having, just like Ruiz is to an extent. But I don’t think he’d use his son to come at us. Johnny’s not in the business all the way.”

“I get it.” Sonny picked up his pen and struck a line through Zaccharas. “And you wouldn’t put Elizabeth in danger.”

“No.” Jason eyed him. “No, I’m not taking chances with her safety. Even though I don’t think Johnny’s an issue, I can’t say his father wouldn’t find out about Elizabeth. Anthony is crazy and known for having his son under his thumb. I think Johnny’s keeping his relationship away from his father as much as he can, but it wouldn’t surprise me if Anthony had him tailed.”

“And would have had eyes on you at the gallery.” Sonny nodded. He felt good in this moment. There had been a brief loss there, but he could feel that cool certainty filling his veins. He was in control at the moment. He could even see the way forward. A way to maybe heal the breach. “Have you…talked to Elizabeth about the possibility?”

“Not…” Jason paused. “Not in so many words. I told her that I…” He hesitated again. “I put someone on her. Not…to follow her, to drive her around like Carly. But just…to keep an eye on her. I put Milo on her, because she knows Max from before and is familiar with Milo.”

“Good, good.” Sonny nodded. “You guys aren’t…particularly public, but there’s no reason to take chances. And the security at the Towers is still good? We had the annual inspection, but—”

“I doubled the guards on the lobby,” Jason said. “And the guards at Michael’s school, as well as Carly’s club. I thought you might want to put an additional guard on her, but that’s up to you.”

“Right. I’ll talk to her.” This was good. This felt right. God, it felt good to be Sonny fucking Corinthos again. “I think you should consider your own security. At the penthouse. I have Max on my door, and I know it’s just right around the corner, but with Evie there, I—”

“I agree. I talked to Nora, and her guards were also doubled,” Jason told him. “And I’m looking into the available guys for the right door guards.” He hesitated. “I’m not taking chances with the people that matter, Sonny. I would never do that. Maybe you and I don’t really agree on who the danger is coming from, but we know it’s out there.”

“We do.” Sonny nodded. “And maybe it’s good we don’t know just yet who the bastard behind it is. Reminds us, at the end of the day, we can only trust each other.” He paused. “Right?”

“Right.”

But Jason hesitated a shade too long, and Sonny knew that this moment of control, of understanding, was just that. A moment. They would trust each other to keep the people they loved alive, but that’s where it ended.

And maybe this was part of the new order Sonny would have to accept to retain control and keep the darkness from closing in.

May 5, 2014

A long time ago, I started an Alternate Universe fic in which Elizabeth is the daughter of a New York mafia don (and sister to Sonny, Steven, and Nikolas) whose father (also named Michael Corinthos) is trying to barter her in return for power. I still have plans to finish it, but it’s been difficult. So here’s a chunk of the beginning of the story to hold you guys over until I start posting The Best Thing.



 

Brooklyn, New York

August 1941

Elizabeth Corinthos was the youngest child of the man who ran Brooklyn and Queens in the late 1930s and 1940s. Michael Corinthos had emigrated from Italy in 1919 and had immediately risen in the ranks of the New York Mafia before eventually becoming the Don in Brooklyn. His marriage to Anna Gianni secured his alliance with Queens and she would give him four children. Three sons and the daughter she died giving birth to.

She was barely seventeen years old in 1941 and her father had already had eight offers for her hand in marriage-all of which were unacceptable of course. Elizabeth was the equivalent of mafia royalty-the only daughter from two of the Five Families. The Gianni line had sired only sons and her grandfather Antonio doted on her with much indulgence. Such a young woman would not marry a soldier in her father’s ranks or even her grandfather’s consigliere.

The proposal Michael had been counting on finally arrived when Angelo Morgan paid him a visit that August.

The other man reclined elegantly in a chair by the fireplace and lit a cigar. “Your girl’s getting to be quite the beauty.”

Michael sipped his brandy and tried not to let the triumph show on his face. “Almost as beautiful as my Anna.”

“My boy talks about enlisting in the army.” Angelo grimaced and shook his head. “He refuses to be talked out of it and it breaks his poor mother’s heart.”

“It’d be a shame to waste a good boy like AJ in the services,” Michael agreed.

Angelo frowned. “No, no, not AJ. He’s a boy after my own heart. We have already obtained a deferment for him should a draft become necessary. He’s set to ask for Hannah Adazio’s hand and he’ll become my second in command before the year is out. The Morgans will run Manhattan for a long time to come.”

Acid twisted in Michael’s gut and he forced himself to keep the smile on his face. “So it’s Jason who’s patriotic.”

Jason, the second son. Jason, who would merely inherit Staten Island and the Bronx. They were fine on their own but his daughter could have been the wife of the Manhattan Don. Little else would do.

His daughter would not marry a second son. Especially one who appeared to be an ungrateful bastard who would rather waste his life in the military.

“Jason is the reason I am here, Michael.”

Michael sighed regretfully. “If it is what I think it is, I will have to decline.”

Angelo sat up, his back straight with insult. “You are saying your daughter is too good for my boy?”

“I am saying my daughter is too good for a second son,” Michael said as politely as possible. His mind was already mulling over other possibilities. Miami had some promising men. It was fresh new territory and he could have a hand in building it. Texas was a flourishing enterprise and one could not discount Las Vegas or California.

“Jason is not merely a second son,” Angelo remarked, infuriated. “He is heir to Staten Island and the Bronx. You could do far worse.”

“I could do far better. I apologize, Angelo, but Elizabeth is the only daughter in the Corinthos-Gianni families. She will not marry a second son–not even a Morgan son.”

Angelo shifted in his chair and sighed impatiently. “Elizabeth is the only young woman that is suitable to marry my boy, Michael. Don’t be foolish.”

“My answer remains the same, Angelo.”

“He has agreed not to enlist if he marries before the end of the year,” Angelo finally revealed. “It was his only concession to his mother.”

“I hardly see how that involves me,” Michael said coolly. “You seem to have little control over him, Angelo. Even if you were to secure my approval, how could you even guarantee his cooperation?”

“All my boy has to do is see your daughter. He’ll fall just like the rest of them and he’ll want her.” Angelo smirked. “And the only way to have Elizabeth Corinthos is to marry her.”

“Even so, I could not in good conscience promise my daughter to a second son. Perhaps if Jason were inheriting Manhattan, we could entertain the possibility-“

“Manhattan goes to the eldest son,” Angelo interrupted sharply. “I want Jason to stay out of the army but not at that cost. How would your Michael feel if you yanked Brooklyn from him?”

“He would know I do nothing without good reason.” Michael sipped his brandy. “I’m sorry Angelo-“

“Why not put the question to your girl?” Angelo asked. “Surely she would rather marry my boy and remain in New York rather than go across the country to marry someone she does not know.”

“This decision does not concern Elizabeth and even if it did, she thinks more highly of herself than to marry a second son,” Michael remarked loftily.

“But if Elizabeth were to come to you and ask your permission to marry my Jason?” Angelo asked shrewdly.

Michael set his brandy on the table and looked at the other man oddly. “What have you done, my friend?”


In the downstairs parlor of the Corinthos home, Jason Morgan stood by a window-uncomfortable with the knowledge that his father was trying to secure an alliance with Michael Corinthos.

An alliance of marriage.

He was sure that the old man would not go for it. It was common knowledge Corinthos was set on a marriage between Jason’s older brother and his only daughter and if not for AJ’s fascination with the daughter of a Detroit Don, Hannah Adazio, the engagement would have been set months ago.

Michael Corinthos would not settle for a second son-something that Jason was counting on. He promised his mother that he would not enlist in the army if he were to be married by the end of the year. And since Elizabeth Corinthos was the only girl his father would settle for, Jason figured he was in the clear.

He heard light feminine steps stop at the doorway to the parlor. The girl cleared her throat and Jason turned to for his first glimpse of the girl in question. Seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Anna Gianni Corinthos.

She did not have the tanned skin of her Italian ancestors but rather the alabaster complexion of her grandmother Sarah-a woman Antonio Gianni had been besotted with for nearly half a century. Her chestnut hair curled around her shoulders, framing a face with tiny delicate features and wide sapphire eyes.

She was tiny–so tiny he thought he might lift her with one hand and span her waist with the same hand. She smiled at him hesitantly. “Teresa said I had a visitor,” Elizabeth Corinthos said softly. “She must have been mistaken.”

Jason hurriedly took a step forward. “No–well, yes, but I–” he took a deep breath. He had not stuttered over a woman before and it would not do to let this girl affect him. He could not have her.

He frowned. -He did not want her, he corrected.

He cleared his throat. “My father is a business associate of your fathers. They asked me to wait downstairs while they did their business.”

Elizabeth nodded and looked at her feet. “Your father is Angelo Morgan,” she stated. She glanced up quickly. “But you are not AJ.”

“No. No, I’m not.” Jason shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m Jason.”

“The second son,” Elizabeth nodded. “I have met your sister. She speaks very highly of you.”

Second son. The phrase twisted in his gut and he looked away. He would inherit territory but he would never be more than a second son. “Emily is fond of you,” he remarked, his voice somewhat rough.

Elizabeth bit her lip and clasped her hands nervously behind her back. “If your father brought you, then his business with my father is not what Papa will have been hoping for.”

Jason looked at her sharply. “What do you know of it?”

Her cheeks flushed and she cracked her knuckles. A nasty habit of hers and she was careful to do it quietly so he would not hear. Ladies did not crack their knuckles. “I know that my father has turned down eight other men hoping your father would offer his son.”

“His first son,” Jason corrected and this time the bitterness could not be hidden.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said unapologetically. “It is my father’s greatest dream to connect the five boroughs. I may be a woman but I am not stupid, Mr. Morgan. He hopes that a marriage to your brother would do that but he is shortsighted.”

“How do you mean?” Jason asked. He shifted, stepping back slightly.

“Well–he sees only the prestige of Manhattan. The honor of the first born son,” Elizabeth said, her voice small. “He does not realize that a marriage to the second son would benefit more.”

This interested him though he tried not to show it. Her father would not consent to a marriage.

His frown deepened. He did not want a marriage.

“Though Manhattan goes to your elder brother,” Elizabeth continued, her voice softer than before, “you inherit two boroughs and are automatically in line to inherit the third if something should happen to your brother before he has a son.” At the fierce light in his eyes, she shook her head, “Not that I wish harm on your brother, Mr. Morgan, I only mean to explain myself.”

“That may be, Ms. Corinthos, but the same holds true for my brother. If something were to happen to me, he would gain the other two.”

“That is true, but if nothing happens to either of you, you still have two and he only one. Manhattan is powerful, yes,” Elizabeth nodded, “but you would be more so with the power of Brooklyn and Queens behind you.”

He studied her with new interest. She was right of course. He would control four of the five boroughs if he was to marry her and AJ would have only Manhattan. He shook his head. He did not want this life. He wanted a life that he could create.

“You seem quite content to place your future in your father’s hands to barter you off like a cow,” Jason said crossly. He turned to glare out the window.

The words would have stung once but Elizabeth had long ago accepted her fate. “A woman in my world knows it is unwise to disagree with her father. Papa loves me and while his first priority is the business, I know he wishes for me to be well cared for. He thinks highly of me, Mr. Morgan, or else he might be more willing to give me to someone else. He holds out for the best because he believes that I deserve it.”

“Does your father know that you are so well-versed in the business?” Jason asked sharply.

“No. I do not think it would be a good idea if he were to know just how much I do know.” Elizabeth hesitated. “I am sorry you are unhappy, Mr. Morgan. I did not mean to upset you. You are not in any danger of having to marry me for I see that is not what you want. My father will not agree to it and I will probably be sent to Las Vegas or California.”

He muttered something under his breath and turned to face her. “You think my father could not convince yours?”

“I think you’re afraid he can,” Elizabeth said simply. She shrugged simply. “And you don’t want this life.”

“No, I don’t. I want to enlist in the army. War is coming to this country, Miss Corinthos, and I’m not content to sit back and watch it happen.” He shifted, restless with the conversation, with the situation.

The look in her eyes changed then-a light entered them and she smiled warmly. “No, you certainly are not a man my papa would choose for me. You do not like to take orders or be told what you will do and who you will be. That is an admirable quality, Mr. Morgan.”

“My father thinks I am ungrateful because I don’t want the life he’s carved out for me. I don’t mind the business. I just want a chance to live my own life.”

“Why not enlist?” Elizabeth asked. “What stops you?”

“My mother.” Jason sighed and turned his attention back to the view of the gardens the window offered him. “She begged me not to go. I told her I would wait. If I were not married by the end of the year, it was agreed I could enlist. That is why my father is pushing for this now.”

“Papa will not agree, Mr. Morgan, I can promise you that. You will have the life you wish for,” Elizabeth said. She stepped forward and touched his arm. “I only hope that it can make you happy.”

He shifted and took her hand in his. “What if my father were to secure your father’s permission?” Jason asked curiously. “Would you marry me then?”

He’d hoped to throw her off balance–but with everything else, she had answer for that as well. “I could do worse,” Elizabeth remarked. “You seem kind and I believe you would be a good husband but we have already established that I will marry the man Papa chooses. The question remains is if you would marry me.”

“What if I weren’t a Morgan?” Jason pressed. “What if I were just a soldier? Would you still marry me?”

She stared at him for a moment and he nodded, satisfied that he’d shut her up. But then her lips curved and he was dizzy for a moment because her smile in combination with those eyes-it could make a man lose it for a while. “Are you proposing, Mr. Morgan?”

“That’s not an answer,” Jason said crossly.

“It wasn’t much of a question,” Elizabeth said simply. She tugged her hand free of his grasp. “But the answer doesn’t matter since it would not be possible. The only way you will become a soldier is if you do not marry and Papa would not allow me to marry a soldier.”

“So you don’t want to marry a mere soldier.”

There was something in his voice that made her ache for him and she looked away. When she met his eyes again, the pretense of being the dutiful daughter had dropped. “I would be proud to marry someone who believes in something so greatly,” Elizabeth remarked softly. “Someone who would protect his family and his country from the evils of this world. I am not my father and I do not see such a life a waste.”

“Elizabeth.” He took her hand in his again and kissed her fingertips. “If my father convinces yours, would you wait for me?”

“Wait for you?” Elizabeth echoed. “I don’t understand.”

“I can be engaged and still enlist,” Jason said and the more the idea settled in his head, the more he liked it. He could have this beautiful and enigmatic girl for his own and still have the dream he’d coveted. “And once I enlist, they can’t change that.”

She blinked. “You have known me ten minutes.”

“I don’t think I need longer than ten minutes to know that you fascinate me. One second you’re your father’s daughter–speaking of powers and territories. The next you’re a philosopher and then you’re just a young woman with sadness in her eyes.”

“So you don’t wish to marry me for my beauty?” Elizabeth asked wryly. “For my father’s fortune and connections?”

“Don’t confuse me with the eight men who’ve offered for you before,” Jason remarked. “You have not answered my question.”

“It would not work,” Elizabeth murmured, a little sadly for the idea appealed to her as well. “Papa would marry me off before you even arrived at boot camp.”

“Then we’ll marry after I enlist,” Jason insisted. “Before I leave.”

She shook her head. “Jason, you speak of impossible things. My father would be furious for the deception and yours as well.”

“How long can we live our lives according to what our fathers want?” Jason demanded. He drew her closer and traced the line of her jaw with his thumb. “What do you want?”

“I want…” she bit her lip and looked away. “I believe that I want the life you are offering. One that I choose. But Papa will not agree-“

“Then marry me anyway,” Jason interrupted. “I could make you happy, Elizabeth; give you more to live for than pleasing your father.”

The answer of yes was on the tip of her tongue but Elizabeth bit down on it. “Jason-“

He cut off what he knew would be a protest with a gentle kiss. She sighed and curled into his embrace, wanting to believe that she could have this for the rest of her life.

Someone cleared their throat from the doorway and Elizabeth jerked away, her cheeks flushed. “Teresa.”

“Your father wishes you join him in the study,” the longtime servant said with an indulgent smile. “Mr. Morgan can entertain himself for a short time.”

Elizabeth licked her lips nervously and looked to Jason. “If you’ll excuse me.”

April 16, 2014

If I Don’t Try With You

My Jason/Elizabeth prequel to Hand Me Down, in which the aftermath of Michael’s shooting is rewritten. Here are several snippets.

April 2008

She saw it in his face when he stepped through the door. The grief, the regret, and beneath those, the anger that this could happen to a boy he loved as a son.

Elizabeth Webber stood in front of the mantel, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. In the two days since that terrible phone call, since their engagement, she had been preparing for this fight.

This would be the last time she’d fight for them to be together. If she did not convince him today to let her stand by him, to take on the risks because the rewards were worth it, she had sworn to herself she would never ask again.

She only hoped she was strong enough to keep that promise.

~~~~~~

Sonny jabbed a finger at him . “I’ve begged for you over a year to take care of that punk—”

“He’s never been guilty of a single thing you’ve accused him of.” Jason fisted his hands. “You were sure he’d kidnapped Michael, arranged for Kate to be shot earlier this year. And if this is the Zaccharas, if it is Johnny, it’s fucking retribution for your mistakes!”

Sonny’s coal black eyes blazed. “You blaming me?” he hissed. “I was in the warehouse, Jason. My son’s blood was on my…” He trailed off as if realizing what he was saying.

“I don’t want to blame you.” Jason shook his head. “I don’t, but I can’t avoid it. You’re right. Michael’s blood is on your hands.”


These Small Hours

This rewrites the aftermath of Kate’s shooting, in which Johnny shoots Sonny, and Nadine is a witness, and Jason is battling Sonny for control of the organization.

From Chapter Four

She watched Jason close his eyes, and understood that this was not the first time they had had this conversation. “Olivia,” she said softly. “We should go—”

“What if it were your fiancee?” Sonny growled. “Your son? Would you act more quickly if it were your family the Zaccharas went after?”

“You think I’m ignoring you because it’s not my family?” Jason repeated, and Kate sensed that Sonny’s words had pushed the usual stoic man closer the edge. “Have you forgotten everything Elizabeth has been through? Bombs. Kidnappings. Being shot at, having our son kidnapped. I loved Michael, Sonny—”

Kate felt her throat thicken at the emotion in Jason’s eyes, his voice, as he continued. “Just because I wasn’t his father anymore, it doesn’t mean I didn’t love him that way.” He shook his head. “I want justice for Kate, for Michael. But not just any justice. I want the right person for the right crime.”

~~~~~~

“I think you shot him, Johnny, but I think it was self-defense. I think it was a you or him situation and maybe he shot first. I think Nadine Crowell saw you and you married her to keep her quiet.”

Johnny stared at him blandly. “I don’t know that anything keeps my wife quiet.”

“That’s true,” Mac said, and now he smiled slightly. “I like Nadine. She stands up for the things she believes in, even when it gets her into trouble, which means she believes in you. In a perfect world, she could tell me the truth and it would turn out okay, but it’s not a perfect world. I got one DA who’s been involved with the victim and married to your lawyer. I got special prosecutor who thinks you killed his son and that the victim almost killed his daughter once upon a time. I got a jury pool that might think you’re guilty of something and without a Lulu, you might be convicted. It ain’t a perfect world, Johnny, and I’m tired of seeing people go down for things they ought not be convicted of and other people going free.”

Mac got to his feet. “I’m not arresting you today, Johnny, but I can’t promise I won’t arrest you another day or that we can put a leash on Sonny when he gets out of the hospital. I can’t keep Scott away from you forever, so I’m going to ask you to stick to your story, and to keep Nadine Crowell as safe as you can. From Sonny, from Scott, and from everything about your world. She’s sticking your neck out for you and she deserves to stay alive for her trouble.”


A Few Words Too Many

From Chapter Twelve…

Carly rolled her eyes. “Ugh. I love Sonny, so this is mostly worth it, but man…how am I supposed to sneak snacks if Sonny never lets me go out without him and the guards?”

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. “How do you feel about some pistachio ice cream?”

Carly reached across to her, and clutched Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Don’t toy with my emotions, Muffin. I need sugar, and I need it now.”

~~~~~~

From Chapter Thirteen

She leaned down and picked out one of the shopping bags from her large collection from Wyndhams. “Now you get your reward for making a decision.”

Elizabeth frowned at her. “Carly, did you buy me something?”

“No!” Carly scowled. “I don’t even like you.” She sniffed. “I bought Cady something. Here.” She wiggled the bag at her. “Take it.”

“Okay.” Elizabeth reached for the lime green bag and pulled out first, a miniature white sundress trimmed in red, orange and yellow, and then a delicate pink onesie that proclaimed I Love My Aunt. She arched her eyebrows at it. “Carly.”

“Listen, Muffin,” Carly said, feeling the heat in her cheeks and wishing she hadn’t given into the mad impulse.

~~~~~~

From Chapter Fourteen

He paused, because he didn’t know exactly how to explain this to her. “You took apart your entire life to take care of me. You let people think the worst about you, and you never…once backed down.”

“You needed me,” Elizabeth said. She rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled. “And it was fun, sometimes. It sounds awful, but I used to get a kick out of how everyone looked at me differently. Before I was just little Lizzie Webber, Audrey’s granddaughter, Lucky’s friend. Afterwards…” She laughed. “I was the ex-mistress of an alleged mob enforcer.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “It helped break me out of my shell.”

He laughed, glad she could look back on those accusations with a smile on her face.

April 13, 2014

So Damaged is my epic my version of the show because it’s clear the TPTB don’t understand how to write a soap opera. I have changed ALOT about the period 2009-2014, but here the most important changes to understand this preview.

1. Jake did not die, so his background during the 2011-14 will be mostly filled in in this preview and in later episodes.

2. Starr never left the show, so she and Michael are still together. Just place Kiki during AJ’s death with Starr. Morgan never aged, so he and Ava are not an issue. Ava and Julian’s other storylines remain basically unchanged. Franco never came back and Silas doesn’t exist. John McBain left on assignment, Todd left for his daughter. Neither have returned. Since there is no Silas, there’s no Madeline, Nina, Delia, Nathan bullshit to deal with.

3. Lauren Frank does exist (but is not Kiki), but she turned out not to be a Q, which set AJ’s spiral and Connie’s murder into motion. Who she is will be dealt with later.

4. Britt and Nikolas’s engagement party happened the way it did on the show, but because I work in the confines of the law and reality, Obrecht didn’t kidnap Ben because Lulu and Dante don’t have the right to just take the baby, since Britt gave birth to him, and is legally his mother. She took her baby and left.

This episode begins on April 1, 2014. The show stopped for me after AJ was shot. I’ve killed AJ off several days earlier, so that his service can be on the show’s anniversary. I think all other changes are explained in this episode.

Song: Fall Away (The Fray)


April 1, 2014

Quartermaine Estate: Family Room

You swear you recall nothing at all

Tracy Quartermaine stopped just inside the entrance to the family room and watched her sister-in-law standing at the terrace doors. Today, Monica would bury her fourth child, the third in a span of just over six years. Dawn had been gone so long that few remembered she had even been around, Emily’s life had been stolen from her by a lunatic, Jason had succumbed to the dangers of his own life…and AJ had been murdered.

With the knowledge that both her boys were safe and on their way home to her, Tracy was not sure how Monica had found the strength to get out of bed that morning and come downstairs, much less dress herself and look presentable for the day ahead. Once, she wondered what Alan had seen in this woman, and now she understood. Monica Bard Quartermaine possessed an inner strength that put others to shame.

“Monica,” she said, quietly but firmly. “Is there anything I can do? Something that needs to be done for the service.”

Monica turned, and Tracy saw that she was holding the last family photograph of the family before Jason Quartermaine had had his brains scrambled. And Tracy remembered that, in many ways, Monica had buried a fifth child.

That could make you come back down

“No.” Monica sighed and looked down at it once more, smoothing her thumb over AJ’s face. “No. I was just…looking at this photo and realizing that Ned and I are all that’s left.” She looked up, and Tracy saw the anguish Monica had kept at bay for the last few days. “It’s just you and me in this old house, and Ned and Dillon.” And then she looked at the shelf of photos and smiled briefly. “And Jake. Brooke Lynn.”

“That’s right.” Tracy approached her and put a hand on her arm. “You have two grandsons. And I remember Jason as a child, Jake’s the spitting image. I have my boys. And…” she paused. “We have each other.”

“I just…” Monica closed her eyes. “Losing Dawn was difficult, but I hadn’t raised her. Losing Emily nearly broke me…but I lost both my boys twice.” She took a deep breath. “And that doesn’t seem very fair.”

“No.” Tracy smoothed her hand down Monica’s arm. “But we’ll make a new beginning, Monica. I made…mistakes with AJ. I never gave him a chance to show he was different. I wish he could have said goodbye to Daddy, that he and I could have made ELQ work together. With hindsight, I realize I contributed to all of this.” She breathed in a shaky breath. Regrets were not her thing, but she would make this effort. “We’ll bring this family back together, Monica. And instead of Mama and Daddy at the head, you and I will see that the Quartermaine family moves into the next generation. Even if the name doesn’t.”

Michael & Starr’s Apartment: Living Room

You made up your mind to leave it all behind

Starr Manning rolled over in bed and faced her boyfriend as he lay on his back, his hand behind his head, staring up at nothing. “Did you sleep?” she murmured.

“No.” Michael Corinthos swallowed hard. “I think I dozed a bit. But I kept waking up and…” He looked at her. “I kept remembering all the years AJ and I didn’t have together, that we’ll never have.”

‘But you had this year,” Starr reminded him with a hesitant smile. “And I know how happy he was every time you called him Dad. And that you stuck by him when his life fell apart. You were his bright spot.”

“Yeah. But…” Michael exhaled slowly. “I made choices in his medical care that led to this—”

“Someone shot him,” Starr cut in. “AJ died as a result of those injuries. Patrick Drake told you that the choices were both dangerous. He probably would have died from the medicine. You know AJ would never blame you.”

Michael sighed and sat up, twisting his body to put his feet on the floor. “I blame me. Because I know in my heart that my father…that Sonny…he did this.” He peered over his shoulder at her, and the devastation in his eyes made Starr wish she had killed Sonny Corinthos two years ago when she’d had the chance. “I know he has an alibi, but…”

Now you’re forced to fight it out

Starr crawled behind him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her face to his bare shoulder. “But you don’t believe it.”

“I looked into his eyes after AJ flatlined,” Michael murmured. “And I saw the truth. I don’t want to believe it, and most of the time, I don’t. But I know, in that split second before he looked away…I saw what he had done.”

“What are you going to do about it?”she asked.

“What can I do?” Michael dipped his head and kissed her forearm, before tugging her arms to release him. He stood and crossed to the bathroom. He faced her, his hand on the doorknob. “As long as Duke Lavery alibis him, Anna can’t do anything. And I will not…” His face hardened. “I will not be like the man who raised me. I will not retaliate in anger or hatred. I will be better than him.”

“You are better than him,” Starr said fervently. “You will always be better.”

“I’m going to get a shower. We should be with my grandmother. She’ll need us.” Michael pulled open the door and disappeared into the bathroom. Starr sighed and pushed her hair out of her eyes. Somehow, she’d get Michael to the other side of this.

Greystone Manor: Living Room

You fall away from your past

Carly Jacks had never really considered herself a good person. Good people told the truth, they did nice things on purpose and often. What she had always prided herself on, what she hoped was true about herself, was that she was a decent mother. She had missed much of Michael’s first year, parts of Morgan’s first year, but she had fixed all of that with Jocelyn. Her little Joss had been by her side since the day she was born, almost four years ago, and Carly told herself that her children were everything. That they were the reason for her existence.

But standing in this room, across from her ex-husband, she doubted herself. A good mother did not watch her oldest son bury his biological father and withhold the truth as to why this was happening to him. Carly knew. And she’d let Sonny talk her out of coming forward.

“AJ deserved it,” Sonny Corinthos repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. “He’s been nothing but a plague to me since the day I met him!” Despite the hour of the day, he tossed back a shot of whiskey.

Carly rolled her eyes and looked away, because the statement was so ridiculous it didn’t deserve to be acknowledged. Sonny had never felt one way or another about AJ until the moron had burned down the Corinthos-Morgan warehouse.

“He killed our son,” Sonny spat. “He faked Michael’s death.”

“You keep saying these things,” Carly said slowly, “as if I could possibly forget them. As if I need reminding. Did I say I mourned him? Did I?” she challenged when he said nothing. “No. And if he’d been hit by a car, fallen out a window, I’d be the first one opening a glass of champagne. But that’s not the case, is it?”

Sonny said nothing.

“You shot him. You shot him in cold blood,” Carly hissed. “And then you sat there while Michael agonized over his death bed, facing choices no son should have deal with. He thinks he’s responsible for AJ’s death because of the surgery—”

“AJ never should have put him in that position!” Sonny slashed the air with his hand.

“Oh, yeah?” Carly raised her chin. “Whose your power of attorney? Your medical proxy? Is it me?” She paused for effect. “Or is it Dante? Maybe it’s even Michael.”

But it’s following you

Sonny looked away and Carly nodded. “Exactly. I may not like it, but AJ was Michael’s biological father. I tried to fight it. For years, I did whatever I could to keep Michael away from him, but you know what? I’m standing here, in front of you, and I’m trying to remember why—”

“AJ was a murderer!”

“But not when I got pregnant,” Carly hissed. “Back then, he was just a screw-up trying to be better. You know what’s happened to Michael because of you? He was shot in the head and then he had to watch his father die because his other father murdered him. AJ wasn’t perfect, but I’ll be damned if I let you stand here and pretend that you are.”

“What about all the things—”

“I hated AJ!” Carly dragged her hands through her hair. “I can’t deny that, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to see Michael go through this. If for no other reason, you should have held back for him.”

“Are you going to Anna?” Sonny demanded. “Are you going to tell the truth?”

“No.” Carly took a deep breath. “Because of Morgan. And Dante. But you stay away from this service today. No one is expecting you and I don’t want you put Monica and Michael through it. That’s what I came here to say.” She spun on her heel and stomped out into the entryway, and then out of the house.

Sonny followed her and slammed the door behind her. Behind him, he heard the click of heels as someone emerged from the back of the house.

“She’s going to be a problem,” Ava Jerome murmured.

Quartermaine Estate: Family Room

You left something undone, it’s now your rerun

“Monica is in the family room,” Alice murmured as Elizabeth Webber handed the maid her thin spring jacket. “She’ll be glad to see you.”

Elizabeth nodded and started down the short hallway to the room Alice had indicated. In the past fifteen months, she’d become a frequent visitor to the mansion, having brought Jake for the first time shortly after Jason disappeared into the harbor. For most of Jake’s life, it had been Jason’s decision not to tell anyone, particularly after Lucky had learned the truth, but after his death, Elizabeth couldn’t see why Monica shouldn’t know her grandson.

“Monica?” she asked, stepping into the room. She found Monica sitting at the breakfast table by the terrace doors, her plate bare. “Hey.”

“Elizabeth.” Monica got to her feet and crossed the room. “I’m so…I’m glad you’re here.”

“I came early,” Elizabeth said, embracing her son’s grandmother. “I wasn’t sure how many people would be in and out, and I know Tracy mentioned Ned and Dillon were coming in, so I thought she might be busy with them.”

“She is. They’re in the parlor. Michael and Starr will be here soon.” Monica led Elizabeth over to the sofa and they each took a seat. “But I hoped to have a few minutes with you.”

“I know today is difficult,” Elizabeth said, taking Monica’s hands in her own. “And if there is anything my grandmother and I can do for you…”

“I want you to let me publicly acknowledge Jake as Jason’s son,” Monica said, her grip tightening on Elizabeth. “And my grandson.”

It’s the one you can’t erase

Elizabeth blinked and tilted her head. “Monica, it’s not a state secret. There are more people who know the truth than who don’t.”

“That’s true, but Michael doesn’t. And AJ never…did.” Monica sighed. “I just…I want to keep my family close. I want Jake to always feel comfortable in this house. I want you to start bringing your other boys with them. Cameron and Aidan are Jake’s brothers, so that makes them part of my family, as well.”

Elizabeth took a deep breath. “It shouldn’t feel like a hard decision. It’s the reason I brought Jake to you last year, that I wanted you to know him. I guess I just…” She looked away. “Jason never wanted to tell the truth. First, it was too dangerous.” She huffed. “It was always too dangerous, according to him. Even when Jake was in that car accident, and I had Carly in my ear about donating his kidneys. I wanted Jason to help me prevent Lucky from taking Jake off the machines, because I just knew my little boy would be all right.” She closed her eyes, still remembering the pain. “Jason thought that might be a good idea, that we shouldn’t let Jake be in pain.”

“Oh, Elizabeth…”

“And then even after he recovered, when Sam had that surgery and he was going to marry her—I thought if he could have a family with her, it couldn’t be too dangerous. But then, it just wasn’t the right time.” Elizabeth dipped her head. “It was never the right time. First, Sam was pregnant, and then she’d lost her baby. There always seemed to be a reason for him not to come forward.”

“And you feel as though you’d be going against his own wishes now?” Monica murmured.

“Which is silly, I suppose.” Elizabeth took a deep breath. “It’s just hard, because for those last few years, it was so hard to see the man I had loved in him, even when I tried to find him again before he died.” She nodded. “But you’re right. It’s time Jake knew his family, and that Port Charles knew it, as well. Jason Morgan never gave a damn what I thought, so why should I let him have the final say, even in death?”

Quartermaine Estate: Parlor

You should have made it right, so you wouldn’t have to fight

Ned Ashton embraced his mother, and held her tight. “Mother. How is Monica holding up?”

Tracy held him just a little longer, no longer taking his solid presence for granted. When she released him, she turned to her youngest son and held him just as fiercely. “She’s holding her own. She’s in with Elizabeth, now.”

“Elizabeth?” Dillon Quartermaine hesitated and shook his head. “Elizabeth Webber? I didn’t realize she was close with with the family, not after…” He hesitated and looked away. “Not after Emily.”

“She wasn’t, but…” Tracy paused, knowing Monica intended the world to know anyway. “Her son, Jake, was Jason’s biological son, and for some moronic reasons, Jason didn’t want the truth to be known. After he died, Elizabeth brought him to see Monica. And she started to see AJ until…” she pursed her lips. “Until AJ started to spiral out of control.”

“Wow.” Ned blinked and exchanged looks with his brother. “I thought Jason had a son with Sam McCall—”

“We don’t speak of that street urchin in this family.” Tracy lifted her chin. “She doesn’t bring Danny around, so we don’t acknowledge him either.” She sighed. “But today isn’t about that.”

To put a smile back on your face

“It just seems so surreal,” Dillon murmured. “That he was dead one moment, alive the next, and now he’s really gone.” He rubbed his brow. “And I’m tired of only coming home for funerals.”

“I know,” Tracy sighed. She smoothed his still slightly wild hair over his forehead. “I’m tired of having them. It’s just been an endless line of losing those we love. Mama. Alan. Emily. Daddy. Even Jason. Now AJ. I don’t know how Monica can keep her head up.”

“I suppose you’re going to keep her together,” Ned said, with an almost sardonic smile. “You never liked her, but—”

“She’s family,” Tracy huffed. “Since when do you have to like family?”

Greystone Manor: Entry Way

You fall away from your past

“How did you get in here?” Sonny demanded. He turned his back on Ava and stormed back into the other room. Ava arched an eyebrow. How Sonny Corinthos had lasted so long in this business when he was stupid enough to turn his back on an enemy, she’d never understand.

“I have my ways,” Ava murmured, stepping into the room and closing the doors. “She’s going to crack, Sonny. What do we do then?”

But it’s following you

“Why do you care?” Sonny poured another whiskey. Alcohol. She wrinkled her nose. One day, she was going to put a bullet between his eyes and save Port Charles the cost of a trial.

But that day was not this day and she had to be careful not to upset the apple cart too soon.

You fall away from your past

“I can handle Carly,” Sonny growled. He pointed at her. “You don’t go near her or I’ll do what I did to AJ to you.”

Ava very nearly snorted at this empty threat, but kept her face even. She had so many irons in the fire at the moment, she had to tread very lightly.

You fall away

The day would come when Sonny Corinthos and Julian Jerome would fall, and she would emerge from the shadows, like a phoenix. She would take her rightful position as the head of this territory and they would bow down to Ava Jerome.

As soon as her silent partner gave her the go ahead, Ava would start the destruction. She could hardly wait.

You fall away

“Then handle her, Sonny,” Ava purred. “Or you won’t like what I do next.”

Queen of Angels Church

Something I’ve done that I can’t outrun

Monica stepped up to the podium, and looked out over the sea of faces. She knew they were there for her more than her son, and in that moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She saw Tracy with Ned and Dillon in the front pew. Behind them, what was left of the Spencer family—Bobbie, Lucas and Lulu. She saw Lulu’s husband, Dante, and only sighed at the sight of Sonny Corinthos’s son. Dante was better than his father.

And in the other front pew, she saw Michael and Starr, looking up at her. Michael had one arm around Starr, and his other hand was clutched in Elizabeth’s. And she remembered all she had to live for.

Something I’ve done that I can’t outrun

“My son was not a perfect man,” she began, her voice calm and steady. “He made mistakes. He did terrible things when pushed against the wall. But I knew him. I knew his heart. I knew his soul, and there was so much love and generosity  inside of him.” She hesitated. “He began drinking at an early age to drown out the voices who always told him he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t smart enough, would never quite measure up to his little brother.”

She watched as Elizabeth looked away and swallowed hard. “One of those voices was mine. We didn’t do it to be cruel or belittling. We saw potential in AJ to be better than he was. We just…didn’t know how to make it happen.”

Maybe you should wait maybe you should run

“AJ’s life was troubled, filled with decisions most wouldn’t understand and some even I cannot fathom,” Monica admitted. “But he gave me a beautiful grandson, and Michael, I hope you can now understand what Alan and I saw all along—AJ loved you from the moment he knew you were his. He tried so hard to keep you in his life, but he ran into obstacles at every turn, as if the universe didn’t want him to succeed.”

Michael dipped his head and Starr pressed her cheek into his shoulder.

But there’s something you’ve said that can’t be undone

“But this last year, I saw that finally start to change. I watched him become the father I knew he could be.” She met Elizabeth’s eyes. “I watched him start to fall in love, maybe for the first time in his life. I watched him gain confidence in his career.”

“But he could never believe the best in himself, and when he started to falter, he crashed hard.” She hesitated. “He was accused of doing something so devastating, so cruel that he crawled back into a bottle to deal with it, but I don’t believe he was guilty.” She met Michael’s eyes. “He simply wasn’t capable of it. And before he could climb back up and find his strength again, someone took his life.”

And you fall away from your past

“Whoever that person is,” and now Monica’s voice dripped with sarcasm and anger, “I hope you feel righteous. I hope you feel as though you’ve done a service. I hope you can sleep at night. But I promise you, with all of the force and the might of the Quartermaines behind me, that I will find you. And you will pay for what you took from my son. You took his right to life, his opportunity to make himself better.”

But it’s following you

Monica closed her eyes. “My son wasn’t perfect, but he was a good man and I loved him more than words can express. Thank you.”

Cassadine Island, Greece

And you fall away from your past

Robin Scorpio-Drake sullenly followed Victor Cassadine down a hallway, annoyed that she’d been taken from her work in Syracause and brought to this place where she’d been held captive. “Where are we going? The frozen popsicles are several timezones to the west.”

“All in good time, my dear Dr. Scorpio-Drake.” Victor stopped in front of a door and punched in a code. “I lied when I told you your primary role in this little project.”

Robin narrowed her eyes, but she wasn’t really surprised. “A Cassadine lied. What a shock. What are we doing here?”

The door slid open and she followed him in.

And then she simply stopped. Because she didn’t understand what she was looking at.

But it’s following you

A hospital bed, with machines and IVs. And a person, with their eyes closed.

“I…” Her voice faltered and she looked up at Victor. “I don’t understand. How can…”

“I wanted you to revive Jason Morgan,” Victor murmured. “I thought you might like to finally see him.”

You fall away

“I…” Robin glanced behind her, as if her lab in Syracuse would actually be in the next room. “What…”

“This is where Jason Morgan has been since…” Victor tapped his chin, as if trying to remember. “Since January or February of 2009, I believe. It’s been so long, I can hardly remember.”

Robin just blinked up at him and then looked at the bed. “But…”

“It’s sad,” Victor murmured. “But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised the ruse worked so well. If you didn’t know Jason Morgan had a twin brother, how would you know you were looking at him?” He clucked his tongue. “But for almost three years, Preston St. James pulled it off. Amazing, really. Simply amazing. I had my doubts…” He shrugged. “I had planned to wait a bit longer to revive the real Jason, but my…associate is becoming more trouble than I care to deal with at the moment. Sometimes, it’s best to cut your losses.”

“So, in Syracause…” Robin took a deep breath. “That’s Jason’s twin brother. A twin who posed as him from February of 2009 until October 2012. How can that be possible? How can…” Her eyes blurred. “How can any of this be possible?”

“My dear,” Victor said kindly, “I’m a Cassadine. Did you really think I didn’t have an ulterior motive?”

It’s following you

April 9, 2014

Note: This is the rewritten version of Mad World, a story I wrote in 2004-06. I absolutely hate every inch of it, so even though the old version was a few chapters away from completion, I can’t stand to finish it. So I’m taking back the original concept and redoing it. I like the new version so much better. It doesn’t go off in eight different directions, and I think the characters are truer to themselves.

What you need to know: This begins in 2004. Lorenzo Alcazar and Diego Sanchez do not exist in my world. Lorenzo was around for a while, but headed out of town after Sage was murdered. Diego never showed up. Elizabeth came home from California in June. Sam and Jason are still hiding the paternity of Sam’s child, the world believes it’s his, but there’s nothing romantic going on. Sonny doesn’t know the truth about Kristina. Any other questions, just feel free to ask.

The reason I’m posting a preview of this story is kind of selfish — I really want this to win the poll so I can work on it next, haha, and I hope that getting a taste of what I have planned might encourage you. The Best Thing is currently winning, but I’ve been trying to storyboard the scenes, and it’s slow going.

P.S. You may get the idea from this part that I might steer the story into a Lucky/Elizabeth storyline. That is just not going to be a thing, but I will revisit their friendship, and try to see my beloved Lucky in him again, albeit a bit more grown up.

Song: Full of Grace (Sarah McLachlan)


November 2004

Port Charles Park

The winter here is cold and bitter

Brooke Lynn Ashton pulled her coat tighter around her skin, wishing not for the first time that she had called a cab from Kelly’s or even called Dillon to pick her up, but it hadn’t felt so cold when she left the restaurant.

But now, hurrying through the park, less than ten minutes from the Quartermaine Estate where she and her father lived in the gatehouse…it felt as though the chill had seeped into her bones, freezing her from the inside out.

It’s chilled us to the bone

She missed Bensonhurst on nights like this, on days like this. The ease of public transportation, the closeness of her neighborhood where nothing was more than five minutes from anywhere else.

She loved being with her father, she really did, but nothing else had turned out the way she thought it would in Port Charles. She and Lucas argued all the time, and there had been that horrible Sage girl who’d ended up murdered in her own home.

Life in Bensonhurst had seemed boring, but Brooke longed for the neighborhood squabbles, with nothing more than pride and dignity at stake.

We haven’t seen the sun for weeks

As she passed a stone fountain, the heel on her boot snapped and she huffed, limping to the nearby bench. She’d never make it home like this. She reached for her purse, intent on calling it quits, and begging Dillon to come get her.

Before she could fish her phone from her ridiculously small bag, a hand covered her mouth. “Not a word,” a voice rasped in her ear.

Terror. Her body froze, and then leapt into action. She dug at the hand on her mouth and then reached down with both hands to clutch at the bench as she felt herself being lifted.

Fight, fight. Got to get away. But the fright was seeping into her, making her body limp. This wasn’t happening to her.

This didn’t happen to girls like her.

Too long too far from home

She couldn’t get him to let go, she couldn’t scream, and before long, he’d pried her from the bench, her nails scraping against the bench as she slid past it, into the bushes.

And then she knew nothing else.

General Hospital: Pediatrics Ward

I feel just like I’m sinking

“I know what has to be done,” Alexis Davis murmured, pushing the dark curls back from her little girl’s forehead. She looked at her husband of exactly one hour and then back at Kristina. “I just…”

“Can’t bring yourself to do it.” Ric Lansing covered her hand with his own. “I understand. I really do, Alexis. But…”

“I know…” She closed her eyes, and tried to remember all the reasons they’d already discussed.

And I claw for solid ground

“If we wait for Nikolas to be tested and he doesn’t match,” Ric continued softly. “Is that time we should waste, when Sonny or Morgan, or even Courtney might be a match?”

“It seems so simple when you put it that way.” Alexis continued stroking Kristina’s soft hair. “So simple to throw away two years of secrets and lies.”

“It’s not even close to simple,” Ric said. “I wish I had been a match, Alexis, and we could have kept this to ourselves until Kristina was older, but…”

I’m pulled down by the undertow

“That’s not how life works.” Alexis nodded. “Ned and I have debated this at length. He told me he’d find the bone marrow somewhere, he’d buy it if he had to, if that’s how I wanted to do it, but…” She closed her eyes, her throat too tight to continue.

“But it might not work. Kristina needs as many blood relatives as we can get.” Ric placed a hand on her shoulder blades, and she was surprised by how comforting it felt in the moment to have this man standing at her side.

“I know,” she murmured. “But I just…want one more minute, one more hour of this secret.”

Corinthos Penthouse: Living Room

I never thought I could feel so low

Carly Corinthos clasped her hands in front of her and stared down her betrayed husband. She had known this day would come, and perhaps she should have waited for Alexis, after all, it had been her secret to keep.

But it had been Carly’s life at stake, and no matter what, Sonny would have learned Carly knew the truth for months. If her world was going to implode…she wanted to detonate it herself.

Oh darkness I feel like letting go

“I know you don’t understand my reasons,” Carly began, her voice trembling, “but—”

“But nothing,” Sonny growled. “You didn’t tell me, but I bet you told Jason. You tell him everything! I’m going to find him and if he didn’t tell me either—”

“He doesn’t know,” Carly began but Sonny had already stormed out.

Port Charles Park

If all of the strength and all of the courage

Dillon Quartermaine was worried. He did not enjoy being worried after the year he had just had, with murders and relationship issues. He wanted simple. He wanted boring.

He wanted to know where his…niece was, and damn it if that didn’t feel like the wrong way to think of Brooke, because she wasn’t his niece to him. She was his friend, his pal. His partner against the Quartermaines.

Come and lift me from this place

And she wasn’t answering her phone. She hadn’t come home from Kelly’s. Georgie said they had closed over an hour ago. Lucas hadn’t seen her—he was starting the opposite way from Kelly’s, and hopefully, between the two of them, they’d find her somewhere. Dillon turned a corner in the path and saw the stone fountain ahead.

He almost walked past her.

She was lying in a heap of blood and nudity, partially under a bench, and had he not glanced to the ground just as he passed, he would have missed her entirely.

He stared for a moment, his mind refusing to register it.

I know I can love you much better than this

There she was. Naked. Cuts seeping blood into the cold snow.

Dillon stepped forward and then faltered, because how was this happening? This…didn’t happen to people like him.

To girls like her.

“Brooke…” His voice was weak and then he was at her side, turning her over, praying to find a pulse.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Full of grace

Samantha McCall was considering how to haul herself up from the sofa to the upstairs to go to bed without rolling when the door slammed open.

Her former lover stormed in, his hair standing up in a disheveled mess, his eyes dark with anger. “Where is he?” he hissed.

Full of grace

Sam arched an eyebrow. “Um…I’m going to need more information than that. My guard is off because you need a key to use the elevator this late at night—”

“Where is Jason?” Sonny ground out. “Where is my wife’s best friend whom she tells everything?”

My love

Sam opened her mouth, and then frowned. “Huh. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him all day.”

Port Charles Park

It’s better this way, I said

Lucky Spencer stood just past the stone fountain, towards a clump of bushes. Since the moment he had received the dispatch of a rape victim in the park, he had been thinking of that night.

Another cold night, another girl in the snow. He could see her now, crawling out from the snow, her eyes like a wild animal.

A hand closed over his shoulder and jerked Lucky back to the present, rather than that Valentine’s Day. He turned to find the sympathetic eyes of Detective Marcus Taggart.

Having seen this place before

“I know what you’re thinking, Spencer,” Taggart said quietly. “I’m thinking it, too. But we can’t right now. We have to think about Brooke Lynn Ashton…and…” He turned Lucky back towards the bench, where paramedics were loading Brooke’s unconscious form onto a stretcher in order to wheel her to an ambulance.

“I’ll stay here, secure the scene,” Taggart said. “You take Dillon to the hospital, take his preliminary statement. Wait on the doctors to tell us Brooke’s status.”

Where everything we say and do

Lucky frowned, because that seemed like something Taggart should do, as the more experienced detective. “I—”

“It should be you.” Taggart nodded towards Dillon, who trying to talk to one of the uniforms, his hair wild, his coat laying on the ground where it had once rested on Brooke.

And his eyes full of knowledge no boy that age should know.

Hurts us all the more

“Why?” Lucky murmured, but he knew why.

“Because you know what it’s like to walk in the park, looking for someone and to find them this way.” Taggart heaved a heavy sigh. “Because you might be able to able to keep him calm, to get information out of him.”

“Because he needs to know that he can learn to live with what he’s just seen.”

General Hospital: Pediatrics Ward

It’s just that we stayed, too long

Mac Scorpio walked down the hallway, where he could see Ned Ashton and his ex-wife, Lois, loitering by Kristina Davis’s room.

He had told Taggart he would do this, because he’d known Ned and Lois for years, had known Brooke as a baby. Had watched her this summer with his daughters.

In the same old sickly skin

But as he made the long journey, the guilt settled in the pit of his stomach, because he was just so damn glad that no one was making this walk toward him.

Ned glanced up with a wan smile. “Hey, Mac. Are you here about Kristina? Because there’s no news yet.”

“Ah, no.” Mac hesitated, and something in his eyes must have clicked for Lois, because she clutched at Ned’s sleeve.

“Mac,” she said. “Where’s Brookie?”

I’m pulled down by the undertow

And then Ned must have seen it, too, because his pallor shifted. Grayed. “Mac, where’s my daughter? What’s going on?”

“I…” Mac paused, because he knew he should just say the words. He was an officer of the law and the words should just be said. Simple and straightforward.

But how do you say those words? Your daughter was beaten and stripped naked, left in the park. There’s evidence of sexual assault. She hasn’t regained consciousness.

I never thought I could feel so low

“Mac.” Ned’s voice was low and harsh. “You need to just tell us.” His voice shook now. “Is she alive?”

“Yes.” Mac nodded quickly. “Dillon…found her in the park. She’d been beaten and…” He swallowed hard. “There’s evidence that…she…ah…”

A low moan erupted from Lois’s mouth and she pressed her face into Ned’s arm, but Ned’s body was just tense. Braced. Because he knew there was more.

Oh darkness I feel like letting go

“Finish it,” Ned ordered.

“She’s on her way to the hospital now,” Mac said. “She hasn’t…regained consciousness.” He cleared his throat. “We’re working on leads now, securing the scene…”

Ned nodded, and wrapped an arm around his wife. “Lois…”

“We should go to the emergency room to wait for her,” Lois said, her hand clutching at his shirt. “Shouldn’t we?”

“Yeah.” Ned nodded and looked at Mac. “Could you tell Alexis we…”

“Sure.” Mac nodded, and watched them go, almost stumbling down the long hallway toward the elevators.

General Hospital: ICU

If all of the strength

Lucky stopped in front of the room where Connor Bishop lay, now guarded by two members of the military police. “Emily…?”

Emily stepped away from door and smiled at him, her expression tinged with exhaustion. “Hey.”

“Hey. Where’s Nikolas? Elizabeth?”

“Nikolas went to get some coffee,” Emily said softly. She tilted her head to the side. “And Elizabeth didn’t work tonight. Why?”

He swallowed, knowing he ought to not to say anything, but he just…couldn’t do this. Not alone.

And all of the courage

“I have to tell Elizabeth something before she’s blindsided by the details, but, um, I guess you should know too…” He licked his lips. “Your cousin Brooke Lynn…was beaten and left unconscious…in the park.”

“Oh my God!” Emily’s hand was halfway to her face before it faltered. “The park, Lucky?”

His skin felt itchy, and he wanted to step outside of it for just a moment. “By the fountain.”

“By…” Emily closed her eyes. “God, Lucky. No…not again.”

“I have to tell Elizabeth before…he grabbed her from the bench. We found blood from where she scraped her fingers, the back of her legs, trying to hold onto it.” His chest was tight, aching because he knew…he lived through this once, watched Elizabeth relive it a thousand times.

Come and lift me from this place

“Is she at the hospital now? Do Ned and Lois know?” Emily absently wiped at her tears. “Lucky—”

“She just got to the ER. Mac’s telling Ned and Lois.” He swallowed. “I had to take Dillon’s preliminary statement.”

“Dillon?” Emily frowned and then her face crumbled. “Oh, God. He found her. Like you did. He found her. Oh, God.”

“Taggart wanted me to be with him, to take his statement because he thought I could help but…” His hands were at his side, as useless as he was. “I don’t know what to tell him, how to live with it, because I don’t know how I did it. Or if I can do it again.”

Cottage: Nursery

I know I could love you much better than this

Elizabeth Webber smiled and stroked the light brown hair on her beautiful little boy as he lay sleeping in his crib. She had never though she could be a mother, but now she couldn’t imagine a day without Cameron.

A hand slid up her back and around her shoulders. She leaned into his strong broad chest. “I just like to watch him sleep.”

“I know,” Jason Morgan said. “But if you wake him, you know he won’t go back down.”

“I know.” She smiled up at him. “Can you really stay all night?”

“Yeah.” He leaned down and kissed her. “I turned off my phone. It’s just us.”

Full of grace

“I’m so glad.” She wrapped her arm around his waist as they left Cameron’s room and headed for their bedroom. “It’s so rare to have you all day and then all night.”

“Soon,” Jason told her. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“I know.” She sat on the edge of their bed and smiled at him, wistfully. “And yet…I don’t know if I’m ready for the fallout.”

I know I could love you much better than this

“It’s going to hurt whether we do it tomorrow or next month,” Jason said, sitting next to her. “Courtney’s going to find out Cameron is my son, she’s going to do the math.”

“I know.” Elizabeth rested her chin on his shoulder and looked up at him. “And Sonny and Carly are going to make your life difficult, and we’re going to have to deal with Sam, how to work her child into our lives if Sonny doesn’t want to tell the truth.”

“So we take a little more time,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “And live in our little world.”

“Just a little longer,” Elizabeth murmured, tilting her head up to receive his kiss.

It’s better this way

March 23, 2014

No Angel

I’m working on an angry carthartic Elizabeth story from 2006, taking place in the midst of the paternity nonsense. I cannot speak for how good it’ll be, but it feels fun to write.  It’s not going to be a long story, so it’s not being officially shuffled in, but it’s something I’m writing in my off time when I get annoyed.  There is going to amazing amounts of profanity because I cannot literally think of Elizabeth’s storylines since 2006 without wanting to hurt people.

It begins the day Elizabeth goes to tell Jason about the paternity results only to find that Carly has already delivered her version of the news, so this is the beginning.


“Carly told me about the baby. That it’s Lucky’s…and you know…it’s for the best.”

Looking back, Elizabeth Spencer could pick this moment as the moment she was done with the world. She could literally feel a switch turn on in her brain. Five minutes ago, she would have thought the words coming out of Jason Morgan’s mouth would have devastated her, but instead…

She was pissed. Anger boiled in her veins. This entire experience—from the moment she had told Jason she was pregnant and that the baby might be his had been plagued by complete insanity. Her psychotic ex-husband knew about this situation, which meant it was a ticking time bomb. His trampy piece of shit girlfriend had told Nikolas, and God only knew how long he would keep it to himself.

And to top it all off…motherfucking Carly Corinthos had hightailed it over here with her poisonous lies.

Elizabeth arched her eyebrow and smirked. Jason frowned and tilted his head, looking her in that way she’d used to dream about.

Now she just wanted to throttle him.

“Well. Wasn’t that nice of Carly,” Elizabeth said, voice dripping with sweetness. “How helpful she was. It’s just a goddamn shame she couldn’t have bothered to find out the truth.”

She could tell the moment the meaning behind her words hit him, because his eyes widened ever so slightly, and his mouth dropped open. “Elizabeth—”

“But don’t worry,” Elizabeth cut in. “Because I don’t need a goddamn thing from you. My life is fucked up, I get it. I’m about to end my third marriage to my second husband and I’m about to have a second child by a second babydaddy. I get it.” She tossed her hair back. “I don’t need anything,” she repeated. “And I don’t want anything.”

“Wait a second—” Jason stepped forward. “Are you telling me—”

“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” Elizabeth said. “It’s not like you should have bothered to wait until I told you the news since it’s not like Carly hasn’t lied about paternity results before.” She tapped her chin. “Oh wait, she just did that. This year.” She reached into her purse and withdrew the paternity results. “In case you doubt me.” She flung the envelope at him, but it landed between their feet when he made no move forward.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“I may be shit out of luck when it comes to men,” Elizabeth interrupted him again. “No surprises there, but you know what? I’m fucking fantastic mother, and I’m going to prove it by getting Cameron out of my disastrous marriage and I will be damned if my second child ever feels like he was unwanted—”

“This baby is not unwanted,” Jason began, his voice tight. Like he had a goddamn right to be angry.

“No, it certainly is not. I’m so sorry,” Elizabeth snarled, “that my child is such an inconvenience to you that you think would be better for a drug addict to be its father.” She looped her purse over her shoulder. “You couldn’t wait to keep Carly’s kid away from a drunk like AJ, but its fine for my kid to be raised by a pill-popping cheating son of a bitch who threw me to the ground when I tried to walk out on him—”

“Wait, this has gotten out of hand. Elizabeth, can’t we just talk about this—”

“Too little, too late. You can apologize all you want for saying it, but you said it,” she retorted. “So we both know how you really feel. I am absolutely done with you and yours, Jason Morgan. Go to hell.”

She slammed the door behind her and decided that being angry felt so fan-fucking-tastic that she was going to ride this high straight to the nearest divorce lawyer.

She was going to set the world on fire, and she wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t mean that literally.


A Few Words Too Many

We’re about a week away from me posting the first chapter of this story (of which eleven chapters are completed and it’s over 120 pages long.)  Here’s a snippet of some fun from Chapter Three.  Elizabeth is desperately trying to avoid Ric after learning she’s pregnant, and Jason and Sonny want him out of town so he can stop harassing their people, but Sonny can’t bring himself to do it.


The numbers on the ledgers were beginning to blur together as Jason struggled to keep his focus. Three days since he’d warned Ric to get out of town, and the scum was still in his room at Kelly’s as if nothing had changed. He really thought being Sonny’s half-brother offered him protection. Sonny didn’t want him evicted because it was easier to keep an eye on him this way, but Jason just wanted to shove him in the harbor with weights on his feet. He wanted the disgusting son of a bitch to sink to the bottom struggling to breath for what he had done to Carly, to Elizabeth.

He wasn’t a man who could picture things that well, but he would never forget the hitch in Carly’s breath, the tears on her cheeks as she promised Sonny she hadn’t slept with Ric for revenge, that she honestly didn’t remember anything and that her skin felt dirty for just having been in bed with him. Carly was his best friend, for all her faults, and just for that scene alone, he wanted to dismember Ric Lansing.

But the look in Elizabeth’s eyes last Friday, as she sat on her knees, her arms wrapped around her torso as if that action alone could hold her together. She had refused to meet his eyes as he’d crouched in front of her, and pulled her to her feet. Not until the last moment, making him wish he could go against Sonny’s orders. She was wrecked, as if nothing could put her back together. She hadn’t looked that way since they’d first met and now he was powerless to do anything about it.

He closed the books and reached for his phone when it lit up. Francis. “Morgan,” he said, clenching his free hand into a fist. “Is Elizabeth okay?”

“Uh…” Elizabeth’s guard sounded hesitant. “You told me not to intervene with Lansing unless he put a hand on her, but he’s tracked her down on the Elm Street Pier, and Jason, you’re gonna wanna get down here.”

Jason was already on his feet, heading for the doors. “Is he threatening her? I’m at the warehouse, I can be there in just a few minutes.”

“He’s not…but it’s not good. And it’s going to get worse. Get here fast.”

“If he lays a finger on her, throw him in the harbor. Sonny’s orders be damned.”