Whether I’m gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house, I
Haven’t decided yet

Jason pressed his lips together, then nodded. “You think me not broadcasting to Carly that we were together is me pushing you away? How about you using it as an excuse?” He bent down, snatching his shirt from the floor and shook it out before pulling it over his head.

“I’m not doing that—”

“Your date is out there. So is mine. Ric works for Carly. Courtney’s her best friend. What did you think Carly would do with that information?” Jason demanded, and some of the color slid from Elizabeth’s cheeks. “She was giving us a chance to get our stories straight. But you jumped straight ahead to the one that makes me the bad guy. And gives you an excuse to keep running.”

But I’m gonna get you back

Elizabeth folded her arms, a chill slithering down her spine as his words slapped into her. It might have been less painful if he’d used his hand rather than the cold truth.

“And when I asked you what you wanted, you can’t answer. Because you don’t know. You don’t know if you want to start trouble with Sonny or Carly to tell them about me. Just like you didn’t want to start trouble by telling me Sonny was alive.” She shook her head. “You didn’t even think of telling me in secret — to tell me, to give me that level of respect after everything I put on that line for you time and time again — when it came down to it, you chose them. And you’re choosing them right now. So you’re right. We’re both using it as an excuse to keep running.”

She reached for the lock, twisted it, and yanked the door open. She found her tiny clutch bag in the hallway, scooped it up, and headed for the back exit.

This time, she didn’t look back. And he didn’t follow.

I, I hear the whispers in your eyes
I’ll make you wanna think twice

Left alone in the supply closet, the door swinging back and forth lightly, Jason stared at the opening for longer than he should have.

Then he found his suit jacket and slipped into it, and made sure to pick up Elizabeth’s discarded panties, left in a small pile of lace. He crumpled them in his hand, then shoved him in the trash can.

He waited until he was sure that she’d had time to clear the back exit before following, leaving Courtney a voicemail that something had come up with work, and he’d talk to her in the morning.

He needed to get out, to get away.

You’ll find that you were never not mine

The next morning, Elizabeth turned in her resignation to the diner and a notice to her landlord. She left Ric a voicemail breaking things off, then blocked his phone number. Within a few weeks, she’d signed a new lease across town and taken a different job.

Jason went home that night, packed a few things in a duffel, changed, then got on his bike. By the time the sun set the next night, he was at the Canadian border, then heading towards the coast, as far away from Port Charles as he could get.

I’m gonna get you back

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