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February 7, 2014

Inspiration

Another 2004 episode tag. This one is set after Lila’s death and her subsequent funeral.

Timeline

Anna Lee passed away in May of 2004. She last appeared on the show in May of 2003 — that story is tragic. Her son actually blames the show for her decline, stating that being taken off contract when she’d been promised a lifetime contract by Gloria Monty. Lila’s death was devastating for everyone. One of my biggest regrets about this story was that John Ingle had also been taken off contract and he’d left GH for about a year to appear on Days as Mickey Horton. Jed Allan came on and did a decent job, but the story lacked some punch for the recast.

This story is set after her funeral (during which we saw Robin for the first time in five years, setting up a return in late 2005). Jason and Elizabeth didn’t share any scenes which wasn’t a surprise, I guess, since they were setting up Jason and Sam at this point but it was a bit disappointing with Elizabeth’s connection to Emily and the Quartermaines.  This episode tag, set after July 16’s episode, gives us maybe a cut scene.

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on. — Robert Frost

He was in the Quartermaine gardens when she found him at the reception afterwards. He was in the middle of Lila’s rose gardens, his hands in his pockets and his head bowed.

“I’ve never seen roses anywhere else that were this beautiful,” Elizabeth said softly. She touched one of them, breathing in the soft scent.

Jason turned to her and her heart broke at the bloodshot red eyes. “She spent a lot of time out here.”

“She was proud of this garden and I can see why.” Elizabeth shrugged and smiled sheepishly. “I’ve been trying to get a rose bush to bloom like this at Gram’s since the first time I came here but well, I’ve never had much of a green thumb.” She shifted her weight from one foot to another. “It never blooms much but I do get some flowers every year so I guess it’s been worth the effort.”

“It means a lot to Emily that you’re here.” Jason cleared his throat. “And to me.”

“She’s my best friend in the world. There’s no where else I could think of being today.” Elizabeth hesitated. “I know how much you loved her, Jason. I wish that I had the words to tell you how sorry I am but I don’t—I know there aren’t any.”

He exhaled slowly. “This is the first time someone so close to me has died. I didn’t—I thought it would hurt like losing Michael did. But…it’s different. I’m never going to see her again. Never going to see her smile or hear her voice. At least with Michael—I knew he was okay. That he would be okay.” He looked at her. “Do you remember that day in the park when we were talking about him and you said…that one day, you never know?”

“I remember,” Elizabeth said softly.

“I didn’t think I’d have him in my life again but he’s there. A daily part of my life and I’m just so grateful for that.” Jason sighed heavily. “But she’s not. She won’t ever be again.”

“That’s not true,” Elizabeth protested. “She’s in your heart, in your head. You have memories. You have her words, her presence in your life. You don’t have see a person to feel their love, Jason. That person doesn’t have to be in your life to love you.”

She stepped towards him and put a hand on his cheek. “Bodies die. But who that person was—they’re always inside you. I realized that when I thought Lucky was gone. Remembering him tore me up inside because I wanted him with me and if you think about never seeing her again, it’s just going to do the same to you.”

She pulled him to one of the stone benches and made him sit down. “Almost five years ago, we sat at a table and you let me talk until my face turned blue about Lucky. You didn’t know me as anymore than Emily’s friend.”

Elizabeth took Jason’s hand in hers. “You gave me back my memories, Jason, when you hardly knew me at all. Since then, you’ve become so much more to me than Emily’s brother or Lucky’s employer. You’ve been a friend…you’ve been more.” She smiled faintly. “I want to do the same for you. Let me do the same for you.”

“I don’t—” Jason exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“We can talk. We can just sit here. We can go take a ride on your bike and go around the turns so fast that we almost touch the ground. I just want the chance to help you the way you helped me.”

He nodded and managed a weak smile. “The last one sounds like a good idea but I’m not surprised you suggested it.”

“Yeah?” Elizabeth asked, smiling in return.

“You always did like my bike better than me.”

She laughed then, and her smile was bit brighter and was more genuine. “Well, who can resist it?”

He stood and held a hand out. “Come on. We’ll take the cliff road.”

Inspiration 

During the Port Charles Hotel fire — the first of what I’d like to call the disaster sweeps stories — Elizabeth was kept mostly on the sidelines which was not an issue for me. Rebecca Herbst was pregnant in real-life and likely would have been around six or seven months pregnant (I believe her daughter was born that April). Jason was, of course, in the middle of things, and he was nearly killed at the end of it by rogue Detective Capelli (a heel turn that devastated many because his portrayer was pretty). There was a cliff hanger, and I was inspired to write what if Elizabeth shows up.

Timeline

This was an episode tag to February 18, 2004’s episode as the hotel fire was winding down. Most of the survivors had been evacuated from the roof by helicopter (leading to one of the most epic NEm scenes in their story — Emily being carried away as Nikolas looks on, trapped). Nikolas was left behind and believed dead for several episodes. (On another note — Nikolas and Emily had some serious super couple writing in that they were constantly being reunited and separated — the stories themselves weren’t so great, but the trope was there, and i think one of the last true supercouples the show launched).

At the same time, Jason had escaped but was stopped by PCPD Detective Andy Capelli who had been ordered by Lorenzo Alcazar to kill him. (I think — this is a bit fuzzy and it’s been a long time since I’ve rewatched). Elizabeth was married to Ric, and that marriage looked relatively stable (their breakup was welcomed but weirdly out of place with the way they’d written them over the previous six months).

Anyway, the scene is this — Jason is trapped by Capelli with a gun on him, facing certain death, and Elizabeth is somewhere on the grounds. I have no earthly clue how this worked out when it actually aired, lol.

“Could you just…please check for me? One last time?”

Her best friend’s heartbroken voice echoing in her ears, Elizabeth Webber-Lansing stepped out of her car and pulled her jacket more tightly around her protruding belly.

Emily was back at Wyndemere but unable to let go of the possibility that Nikolas had been found or was still trying to get out. She’d begged Elizabeth to check just one more time and Elizabeth—the memory of the night Lucky died in a fire all too vivid in her mind—couldn’t bear to refuse her.

The ruins of the once luxurious hotel were still standing up to about the tenth floor. She knew that plans were already being made to tear it down but it ripped at her to know Nikolas’s body might never be recovered.

As she approached the entrance to the building, she heard raised voices. She rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Detective Andrew Capelli holding a gun on Jason.

“It’s called a preemptive measure, Morgan,” Capelli hissed. “Take you out before you can take me out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jason remarked stiffly. “You handcuffed me to a pipe to die. Seems to me you already had your shot.”

“And you won’t get a chance to retaliate,” Capelli declared. He cocked back the hammer.

Elizabeth took a few steps back and took a deep breath. “Hello?” she called. “Is anyone here?”

Capelli whirled around and Jason used the opportunity to tackle him the ground. But Capelli kept control of the gun and Jason ended up on the ground.

“What’s going on here?” Elizabeth demanded.

“Elizabeth, get out of here!” Jason ordered.

“Detective Capelli?” Elizabeth asked, ignoring Jason’s words. She crossed her arms tightly. “Are you in the middle of an arrest?”

“Yes, Mrs. Lansing, so please vacate the premises,” Capelli said, keeping his foot on Jason’s chest.

“Why are you arresting him?”

“This is official police business,” Capelli replied coldly. “Please leave.”

Continuing to ignore the request to leave, Elizabeth strode towards them and stood on the other side of Jason. “So you routinely shoot suspects who are unarmed?” she demanded.

“Mrs. Landing, why do you give a damn about a criminal who’s tried to kill your own husband numerous times?” Capelli said scathingly.

“And who are you to decide who lives and dies?” Elizabeth challenged. “I’m not leaving until you do. So step back.”

“I don’t think so.” He raised the gun to her face. “You either leave or I make you leave.”

Her skin drained of color but she didn’t blink. “If you shoot me, you’re going to find it a little more difficult to get away with that than you will if you shoot Jason. Because my husband will find out and you will pay for it.”

“What makes you think they’ll find your bodies? Maybe I’ll write your spouses a nice note telling them how you ran away together.”

With Capelli’s attention and gun firmly on Elizabeth, Jason used the opportunity to knock him off balance, the gun flying in the air.

Jason tackled him and held him to the ground. He contemplated pulling his gun from his waist but with Elizabeth standing right behind him, he wouldn’t put her in the position to having to see that. “Call the police, Elizabeth,” he directed.

“They’re already on their way,” Elizabeth said in a shaky voice. “I called Ric on my cell and he’s been listening in the whole time.” She removed the phone from her pocket. “Ric?”

“We’re en route, Elizabeth,” Ric told her. “Can Jason hold him down for another five minutes?”

“They’ll be here in five minutes, can you hold him until then?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth repeated. “I’ll see you then.” She closed the phone and put it back in her pocket.

“Why didn’t you leave when I told you to?” Jason demanded, his arm pressed firmly into Capelli’s windpipe.

Elizabeth snorted. “Yeah, walk away when someone’s got a gun on you. Dream on.”

Inspiration

If you’ve been around me for a hot minute, you know that I have four ride or die characters: Elizabeth, Patrick, Dillon (only Scott Clifton), and AJ. They can do no wrong. I will worship them for life. When Emily was suffering from her cancer in August of 2003, AJ was completely absent from the story. From the second Bob Guza had taken over in 2002, Billy Warlock was systematically diminished on the show until he completely disappeared just before his ridiculous exit that fall when he embezzled from ELQ. (I have rage thoughts.)

Timeline

In August 2003, Emily’s breast cancer took a turn for the worse, and it appeared as if she was going to die from an infection.

He made it to the elevator almost a dozen times but he could never push the button for her floor. He knew she must wonder where he was—wondered if he even gave a damn.

His sister had always been so full of life, so vivacious and spunky. He couldn’t imagine what she’d look like in a hospital bed, connected to tubes. It wasn’t like that April when they’d thought it was a drug overdose. Drugs…they could fight that, change it. Cancer. He couldn’t even begin to think how to fight that.

But when his mother had told him about the bacterial meningitis…he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer. He couldn’t avoid it to make himself feel better.

It was dark when he slipped into her room—well past visiting hours. He wore the yellow scrubs over his clothes and sat at her bedside.

Her eyes were sunken, she had dark circles and her skin nearly blended in with her sheets. His eyes watered and he reached for her hand.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered brokenly. “I should—I should have been here for you. I should have…” He bowed his head and started to cry.

He felt her other hand in his hair and he lifted his head. “Emily…”

“AJ…” Emily breathed. She managed a weak smile. “Hey…”

He sat up and wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here, Em.”

She shook her head. “Don’t…don’t worry about it.”

“But I do,” he protested. “You’re my sister, Emily. God, I remember you when you were so young and you came into our family…God, you’re the best of us, Em. You really are.”

“AJ…you’re my favorite, you know that?” she breathed. Her eyes were closing—she was falling asleep.

“I thought that was Jason,” AJ replied.

She shook her head, her eyes closed again. “No. I mean…I love him…but you’re my favorite. The way you keep…fighting, keep living…you’re so strong. And you quit drinking, too. You’re doing so well…I’m proud of you AJ. I really am.”

“I love you so much, Em.” He kissed her forehead. “And I promise…if you think you’re proud of me now…just you wait.”

“You promise?” she said softly.

“Yeah. I promise.” He listened to her breathing even out and he knew she was asleep then. He smoothed her hair away from her face and sat back in his chair to wait for morning.

Inspiration

It was spring 2003 and nineteen-year-old me was OBSESSED with Dillon and Georgie. There’s nothing else to say.

Timeline

Set in May 2003. Dillon is crushing hard on Georgie who is, for some reason, lusting after her cousin-by-adoption, Lucas. (Tony and Frisco, their dads, are brothers). This was before Lucas came out as gay and when he was being played by the VERY pretty CJ Thomason.

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May 2003

Dillon was shaking his head as he entered Kelly’s. Living in that house was enough to make a sane person go nuts. Every time he turned around, there was another family emergency or someone else was getting taken out in ambulance or God forbid a family meeting. They seemed to have meetings to announce everything, from Emily’s return from the trip to rehab to whether Alan and Monica were going to be home for dinner.

He spied Georgie sitting in the corner of the diner, a plate of fries in front of her and a book in her face. He smiled involuntarily and crossed the room. “Hey, I thought you were grounded.”

She glanced up at him, narrowed her eyes and then returned her attention to the book. She reached one of her hands out and gripped her iced tea and brought the straw to her lips, took a sip and put it back in its original position without ever taking her eyes off the page.

“So, you’re not speaking to me?” Dillon asked, raising his eyebrows. She didn’t answer and just turned the page instead. “You’re mad at me,” he concluded. He shrugged and pulled the chair out to sit down. “That’s fine. At least when you’re angry with me, you don’t pull me into a family meeting to discuss my behavior. I think that’s the worst thing about living with the Quartermaines—they think everything is their business.”

Georgie remained stubbornly silent and chewed slowly on a fry. A waitress came over and took Dillon’s order. He reached into his textbook and took the course selection catalog for Port Charles High. He flipped through it, looking for the right electives to take.

The waitress brought Dillon’s food and they ate in silence. Finally, Georgie sighed and set her book down. “You had no right to say what you did.”

He nodded. “You’re right. I was out of line. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t know me that well and you don’t like Lucas anyway, so you—” she stopped. “What did you say?”

“I said that I’m sorry,” Dillon repeated. “Just because I think Lucas is an idiot and you could do better, it doesn’t mean you have to think so, too.”

She glared at him. “You don’t have to be so agreeable, either.”

“So you don’t want me to argue about Lucas but you don’t want me to stop either?” Dillon asked amused.

“I’m not trying to be funny,” Georgie fumed. “I’ve made up my mind to be mad at you and no amount of you apologizing is going to change that.”

“That’s fine,” Dillon replied. “Hey, what you recommend? Study hall or journalism?”

“You just don’t get it do you?” she demanded.

“Apparently there’s a lot of things I don’t get about you,” Dillon replied. He grinned. “But I’m looking forward to finding out.”

She smiled despite herself and flushed a little. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You just…I don’t know.” Georgie shrugged and looked away. “I know Lucas is into Maxie, but that doesn’t mean I should give up on my dream, right?”

“Right,” Dillon replied. “But, hey dreams change all the time. When I was ten, all I wanted to do was meet the Quartermaines.”

Georgie laughed. “How’s that working out for you?”

He grimaced. “One more family meeting and I’m turning myself into the police.”

“What’d you do?”

“I’ll make something up.”

Inspiration

I never liked Ric Lansing, but I loved Rick Hearst. He and Becky had MAD chemistry that almost made you forget that he tried to kill her repeatedly. He’s also the only pairing she’s ever had that was obsessive about her, LOL. So it was kind of nice. Anyway. I was intrigued by their break up and wrote this piece. I actually posted it on a LiRic board.

Timeline

Set in early May 2003. Elizabeth has just learned the extent of Ric’s crimes against Carly and Courtney, and has broken up with him. This is before the pregnancy later that month. (What a plot device to force her to give him another chance. The disrespect.)

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May 3, 2003

It shouldn’t surprise him really. He hadn’t expected her to stay around once she knew the truth.

He’d hoped. He’d prayed.

But he can’t blame her for walking out.

What reason had he given her to stay?

He could have told her the truth. Told her how he’d dreamed of ruining Sonny’s life from the very moment he’d discovered his existence. He could stopped this at any time—given up as soon as he’d fallen for her.

But he hadn’t. He’d gone ahead and made Carly believe they’d slept together. He’d blackmailed her, he’d kidnapped Courtney, he’d partnered with Faith…he’d lied to Elizabeth at every turn.

He’d never expected anything to happen with her—given the way they’d met. She’d always seemed too suspicious of him—always seemed aloof.

He’d been drawn to her, drawn to the smile she wore, to the sparkle in her eyes, to the infectious laugh.

But he’d reminded himself of his goal in Port Charles and it had worked.

Until he’d danced with that day in Kelly’s and he’d kissed her. He’d then tried to tell himself that he could have both. He could destroy Sonny and still salvage his relationship with Elizabeth.

But he’d come to the conclusion long ago—on the day that they’d made love for the first time—that he would lose her.

He’d just never expected it to hurt so much.

He stands outside Kelly’s and watches her at the counter. This is what his revenge had cost him. His hatred for the brother he’d never known has cost him the only pure and good emotion he’d known.

He loves her. She is the first thing he thinks about when he woke up, his last thought before he falls asleep. She consumes his every waking thought now that the truth is out.

He touches the glass and contemplates going inside. He thinks about sitting at the counter where she will be forced to wait on him. He thinks about trying to talk to her—trying to make her understand.

But he knows better than that. He knew she was too good for him—he’d known it all along.

He listens to that message on his machine over and over again. Hearing her say “I love you” was a bitter victory for him. She’d loved him, but inevitably, he’d destroyed all of that. There was no going back, there was no saving this.

He’d loved her and he’d lost her.

She looks up then and her eyes catch sight of him. He tries to keep the contact but her gaze is angry and cold and no matter how much he deserves it, he can’t take it anymore.

He tears his eyes away and walks away.

 

 

She walks quickly to the stairs, anxious to get back to her studio and sleep, trying to forget the memory of Ric looking at her through the window that day.

“Elizabeth!”

She falters, her hand gripping the rail and she turns to see him standing a few feet away on the docks. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Just please listen,” Ric pleads. “Elizabeth, I should have stopped this a long time ago, I should have realized you were more important than some stupid vendetta—”

“But you didn’t,” Elizabeth breaks in coldly. “You didn’t. I told you many times that if you couldn’t be honest with me, that you should walk away. And you didn’t. You led me to believe that you were someone you aren’t.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” Ric tells her. “Just…just please give me another chance—”

“Are you joking?” she says in disbelief. “What planet do you live on that you think I should give you even five seconds of my time?”

“I know I don’t deserve it—”

“You’re right,” Elizabeth cuts in. “You don’t deserve one.” She turns back to the stairs.

“I love you.”

She stops for a moment and closes her eyes. “If you love me, then let me go,” she whispers.

Ric swallows hard. She’s right—he knows she’s right.

“All right,” he says finally. “All right.”

She waits another moment, listens to the sound of the water lapping against the pilings, to the sound of his breathing, to the distant sounds of the cars.

“Goodbye,” she says softly.

She walks up the stairs, and disappears around a corner.

Ric lets out a breath and walks in the opposite direction.

Inspiration

I was obsessed with Faith Roscoe back in the day. Cynthia Preston made you root for this absolutely insane character in ways that boggle the mind. She tried to kill Elizabeth repeatedly, and I still adored her. In 2003, Jason prepared to kill her for the first time, and it was  cliffhanger Friday so I put together this episode tag.

I gave Faith a maiden name in this story, and then a blogger writing about GH was searching for her maiden name — came across my story and linked it. It gave me a huge spike in traffic, LOL, so it’s something I’ve always remembered.

Timeline

By April of 2003, Faith Roscoe had annoyed the crap of Jason and Sonny. She’d joined the show in late December 2002 as Roscoe’s widow. I don’t know if Roscoe had an actual first name, but I’ve always called him Mickey in my head. Roscoe was the guy Jason executed in the summer of 2002 and led to Elizabeth’s kidnapping. Faith came for revenge. I honestly can’t remember why Jason was preparing to kill Faith at this point, but the set up here is that he has her in a room and is laying down plastic to prep for the clean up.

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Someone is walking up to the bedroom door.
Hearing him knocking —
She knows what it’s for.
She’s at the window wondering why there is no one to save her.
Raising up her eyes to a brand new sky she knows the truth at last —
She’s never coming back.
— This Is The Day, Ivy

April 23, 2003

She was five the first time her father molested her.

It’s a hazy memory, but even a small little girl is unable to forget the first time her daddy climbs into bed with, slides her cotton nightgown to her waist and touches her in places that only her mother has ever seen.

She was ten the first time her father raped her.

And she was fifteen when she shot him.

She doesn’t remember when it happened, she doesn’t remember pulling the trigger, she’s not even sure where the gun came from.

But the memory of holding the gun in her hands, standing over his fallen form is etched into her memory. She remembers that part clearly.

It was the second that Faith Rasticoff decided that no man would have power over her again. She would never be the victim again.

Which was why the current situation was ironic. She was about to die. At the hands of a man.

She’d made last moment pleas for her life, begged…would have groveled if she weren’t tied up. But it was unnecessary. Jason Morgan had made his career on his lack of mercy.

Tears streaked down her cheeks, smearing her mascara. Her sobs were soundless, thanks to the duct tape.

She was a threat. A threat that had to be removed.

She was seventeen when she met her husband. Mickey Roscoe took good care of her, didn’t push her in the bedroom, dressed her in fine clothing and took her to all the right places. He’d saved her from a life on the streets.

Was it so hard to believe that she’d wanted a little revenge for his death?

She could hear Morgan loading the gun from behind her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she clenched her fists at her side.

She’d wanted children. A little boy for Mickey, and a little girl for her. She would have been a good mother, she knew it. A little girl she could protect from people like her father, from people like Sonny Corinthos. Mickey would get a boy to take over his operation. A perfect life.

She’d been coming home from a doctor’s appointment when one of Mickey’s guards told her. Corinthos had ordered Mickey’s murder.

She’d never been able to tell him she was pregnant, and when she lost the child three months later, she hadn’t been able to tell anyone about that.

Was it so wrong to want Sonny Corinthos to pay for the family he’d ripped from her? Only his family mattered? Only his unborn child was worth anything? What about her? What about the family she’d been creating? What about the love she and her husband had shared? Had it been any different than Sonny and Carly?

She heard the phone ring behind her and steeled herself. Mickey had gone with dignity, she knew it. He hadn’t cried or begged for his life, Mickey was better than that.

She would die like he had. She’d done nothing wrong, nothing that the great Sonny Corinthos wouldn’t had done himself.

She’d seen a threat and she’d sought to remove it.

“It’ll be done.”

His cold voice rang through the room and Faith’s heart began to beat wildly.

She was going to see Mickey again…and her unborn child that had never had a chance to survive.

She’d be free.

She felt the cold nuzzle of the gun at her ear and she squeezed her eyes tighter.

She’d be free.

She heard the hammer cock back.

She’d be free.

Click.

January 29, 2014

Timeline

This is set in mid to late 2007. Cooper Barrett was on the show for about a year at this point. He’d joined as one of the crew in the Metro Court Hostage crisis, but he was there to protect Logan. After it was over, he cleaned up his life and joined the PCPD. Sonny learned about this and wanted him to be their informant on the PCPD. I have no idea how that ended because I was dipping in and out due to work. Cooper later died in the serial killer storyline in early 2008, and was one of the suspects.

Inspiration

I dunno, I was just interested in remembering Sonny as a good person maybe.

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Cooper Barrett had made mistakes in his life. Decisions that he regretted, paths that he wished he had avoided. Like any red-blooded human being, there were things in his life that he was not particularly proud of.

He couldn’t change the cover up he had participated in to keep his best friend out of a military prison and he couldn’t go back and tell James Craig that he would never participate in any sort of criminal activity. But maybe, just maybe he could fix this and really lead the life he wanted. He would graduate from the police academy, get married and have a few kids.

So he was taking that future in his hands (and possibly his life) and he was going after it.

“Cooper Barrett,” the swarthy guard announced. The answer from inside the room must have been satisfactory because the guard moved and motioned for Coop to enter.

Sonny Corinthos was pouring himself a glass of water. “What have you got for me?” he said brusquely. “It had better be good to make up for that incident with the shipment.”

Coop swallowed hard. “I’m here to tell you, sir, that I don’t intend to be your inside guy.”

Sonny frowned and Coop found himself pinned beneath those dark eyes. Unsure if Sonny were amused or furious, Coop forged on. “This wasn’t the kind of police work I wanted to. I’m not sure I can live with myself if I become a dirty cop.”

“There’s money to made,” Sonny replied. He set his water glass down and approached the nervous cadet. “More than what you would earn at the bottom of the feed chain at the PCPD.”

“Yes, sir, I understand that but it would not be earned ethically,” Coop said. “I’m not interested in making that kind of money.”

“Are you interested in your freedom?” Sonny asked. His tone was level, even friendly as he delivered the threats. “Are you interested in breathing?”

Coop was sure his fear was clearly expressed in his face, in the tremble of his jaw but he knew walking into this room that he might not walk back out. If that was the case, he would go out of this world with more honor and dignity than he had used while in it. “Sir, if you refer to the Metro Court hostage incident, then I understand if you feel you need to turn me in. But…” he hesitated. “But I would like to remind you that my face was never seen and Jerry Jacks was known to everyone in that building. He’s still breathing.”

Sonny couldn’t help himself. The corners of his lips quirked up and he nearly smiled. “That’s a very brave statement, Coop.”

“Yes, sir,” Coop nodded. “I’d like to ask, man to man, that you don’t ask me to do this. That you don’t ask me to comprise my principles more than I already have. With all due respect–”

“But you don’t respect me, do you, Coop?” Sonny replied. “The work, the money, the life, you don’t respect any of it?”

“No sir,” Coop admitted. “I don’t respect any of it, but I do respect you. I respect that you pulled yourself out of the streets and you made a life you wanted on your terms. It would be difficult to find anyone to who didn’t respect at least that.” He hesitated. “All I’m asking, sir, is that you extend the same courtesy to me.”

There was a long pause and then Sonny closed his eyes. “Well played, Cooper. Well played. Appeal to my better nature.” He opened his eyes and focused on Cooper. “From now on, you and I are strangers. I never saw you inside that hotel and you’ve never worked for me.”

“Thank you , sir.” Coop nodded and then left the room, feeling a little bit lighter in the shoulders.

Now if he could just keep Logan out of trouble.

Timeline

This set after August 15, 2006 when Jason and Elizabeth slept together. This story is written in Carly’s POV, and during this time period, she’d moved into a new era of her character. She was managing the Metro Court and becoming closer to Lulu, who had recently learned she was pregnant after a brief relationship with Dillon Quartermaine.

Inspiration

I really loved GH back in 2006, and I wrote a ton of character pieces, just having fun with these people I loved to spend time with. Laura Wright’s first two or three years of Carly rejuvenated my love for the a character which led me here. Ironic, honestly.

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Carly Corinthos was having a very bad day, thank you very much. She’d overslept, missed a meeting with suppliers at the hotel and then had to cancel lunch with an investor for a new club because her pregnant cousin needed someone to drive her to the hospital for a doctor’s appointment because the useless moron who had impregnated her had had some sort of family emergency. Carly always dropped everything for Lulu because she wanted the girl to know that someone was at least on her side in all this. As long as Lu didn’t feel alone, she might not do any Carly-like things and screw up her life.

And her day was getting worse after running into Sam at the hospital and seeing her all teary over Alexis, who’d been sick for months and had hidden the illness. If Carly had a husband as annoying as Ric and a daughter as useless as Sam, she would have hidden it too. You just couldn’t depend on people to take care of things for you–especially not your kids. Sam had been all teary-eyed because she and Jason were still not back together and the only way to shut Sam the hell up was to promise to talk to Jason.

She’d talk to him, he’d ignore her and then with any luck, she could go home, eat dinner with her boys and maybe this day would end better than it had started.

She shoved open the penthouse door (Carly Corinthos never knocked and didn’t intend to start, knocking was for people who had time to waste and she didn’t) and shrieked. “Oh, my God, I’m blind!” She slapped her hands over her eyes.

A brunette squeaked and fell off the couch, grappling for something to cover her naked body.

“Carly,” Jason Morgan glared at her and tossed Elizabeth Spencer the t-shirt from the back of the couch. He tugged a pillow over his middle. “What the hell do you want?”

“Can’t talk, traumatized.”

Elizabeth sprang to her feet and tugged the shirt down further, as if it didn’t already come very close to reaching her knees. She looked around frantically and found Jason’s jeans tossed over the pool table. She skirted around the sofa and tossed them to him. “Ah, Carly–”

“Oh, god I wasn’t hallucinating,” Carl whimpered, “you really are here.”

“Carly,” Jason growled, sliding into his jeans and pulling them up around his waist. He zipped them but didn’t bother with the button. “What do you want?”

“Is it safe to look yet?” Carly asked, not moving her hands.

“Oh my God,” Elizabeth muttered, dragging her fingers through her tousled curls. “Carly–”

“Carly, take your damn hands from your eyes and tell me what you want,” Jason said shortly.

“Okay, okay…” Carly reluctantly slid her hands away and breathed in relief. “Good, you’re somewhat decent.” Still, she felt somewhat nauseous and damn, Jason looked pissed. She must have interrupted him before he could finish–oh, God, she was going to be sick. “Um, so my reason for coming here is obviously moot now.”

“Just say it and go,” Jason replied, irritated.

She frowned and glanced at Elizabeth before looking at Jason oddly. “How long has this been going on anyway?” She gasped. “Is this why you really broke up with Sam?”

“Oh my god,” Elizabeth repeated. She leaned against the pool table. “This isn’t happening to me.”

Jason strode forward, grabbed Carly’s hand and shoved her into the hall. He joined her, shutting the penthouse door behind him. “From now on, you knock,” he instructed, jabbing a finger in her face.

“Do you intend on screwing the muffin in the living room often?” Carly demanded. Her face paled. “Oh, God, I’m never going to get that image out of my brain. I’m going to havenightmares.”

“Carly,” Jason said, his teeth clenched. “You will knock from now on. And you’re not going to tell anyone about this, or so help me God–”

“Don’t worry, I will never forget to knock again,” Carly assured him. She narrowed her eyes. “And why can’t anyone know?” she demanded. “Does the brat still think she’s too good for her? Well, you just give me five minutes and I will have her teeth knocked out–”

“Carly.”

It was that tone that told Carly she might have gone too far. The glare on his face, the clenching of his jaw. Clearly, keeping this a secret was important and he wasn’t asking her, he was demanding her to comply. She narrowed her eyes. “Jason, look, I’m not about take an ad out in the paper about this. Believe me, I don’t even want to know this is going on. But you deserve better–”

“No, Elizabeth’s son deserves better,” Jason cut in. “He needs to be safe and the only way he can be is if no one knows.”

“That’s not fair to you–” Carly began again.

He sliced his hand through the air. “I’m not going to push her away like I did before, like I did to Sam. It doesn’t work. But this way everyone gets what they want and what they need. So you’re keeping your mouth shut, Carly, and you’re letting me have this.”

She closed her mouth and nodded. “Okay. Okay.” She hesitated. “So I guess coming over here to talk you into giving Sam another chance is not going to work right?”

“Probably not,” Jason said, exasperated.

She shrugged. “I only agreed so she’d leave me alone. Geez, Jason, what did she do that was so horrible–” she stopped. “Nope, don’t even tell me. I’m better off not knowing.”

“Carly,” Jason called as she started for the elevator. “And you’re not allowed to tease, torment or in anyway use this information against Elizabeth in public.”

“I would never,” Carly said, insulted. Damn him, he knew her too well. She jabbed a button. “And damn you. You always take the fun out of having a secret.” She stepped onto the elevator and heard the door to the penthouse open and close. She did not want to think about what was going in there now.

This was definitely a bad day.

Timeline

This is set vaguely in 2007, but I actually wrote it in 2006. That being said, it doesn’t really fit into any piece of the GH canon so you’re free to read it it without knowing much history.

Inspiration

I literally could not tell you what inspired this little crazy story, lol. It’s the only Electrick story I’ve written (outside of playing with it in Fallen From Grace) but it’s a sweet, cute fluff with the Spiderman theme song in the background.

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“Spider-man, Spider-man, does whatever a spider can.”

The sound of Elizabeth Spencer’s off-key, yet still sweet voice filters through the baby monitor and he laughs to himself, thinking that Cameron’s got a great mom if she knows the words to the Spiderman theme song.

“Spins a web, any size, catches thieves, just like flies.”

It’s a strange journey that he’s made, from where they began to where they are in this moment. Twisting turns, and detours that weren’t necessarily mistakes–he’ll never pretend that what he’d shared with Robin was anything less than what it’d been–but it still surprises him that he’s found himself here.

“Look out! Here comes the Spider-man!”

What had once been a superficial flirtation had turned into the real thing and dinners between friends turned into dinners between a man and a woman. And kisses on the cheek and jokes about his prowess had turned into something a bit more meaningful. This is now a nightly ritual–she puts her son to sleep before coming out to the living room and snuggling with him on the couch as he tells her about his day and he asks her if she’s sold any paintings in the last twelve hours since he’s asked last.

“Is he strong? Listen, Bud! He’s got radioactive blood.”

It’s been six months since these nights became routine and eight since Elizabeth became more than the beautiful nurse he worked with. He’d thought for a while that it would taper off, that eventually, he would want out, that he wouldn’t want something lasting with someone like Elizabeth. Casual to Elizabeth was a type of dress, not a relationship. She might have said she’s sworn off serious but he’s never believed that.

“Can he swing from a thread? Take a look overhead.”

He fishes into the back pocket of his pants and withdraws the ring box he’s been carrying out for two weeks, trying to find the right moment. Even in the best of times with Robin, though there had been few of them, it had never occurred to him to take that last step. She’d never brought it up and it wasn’t part of his future at that time. But with Elizabeth, it feels right. It feels like he’s taking a step towards the rest of his life.

“Hey there, there goes the Spider-man!”

With Elizabeth, he can see a future, he can see the way it should be. With a house and a garage and a place for Elizabeth to paint. A backyard to build a tree house for Cameron. And sometimes, he lets himself think about more than just Elizabeth and Cameron. About having a baby. Of seeing Elizabeth with his child, with their child. A little brother for Cameron to torment, or a sister to protect. He can see the years down the line, with dinners and Elizabeth laughing at him across the table as she’s burned yet another meal she’s sworn she could pull off.

“In the chill of night, at the scene of the crime,”

His father loves her and he wishes his mother could have met her, could have seen that it was going to be okay after all. That despite a rocky start in the world of serious relationships and commitments, he’s found the right woman and the person to spend forever with. He thinks his mother would have approved. And he knows his father will like the idea of him settling down and will embrace the role of honorary grandfather to Cameron. And that’s important to him. That Cameron not be just her son, but part of their family. His family.

“Like a streak of light, he arrives just in time,”

He’s spent a decade alone, and a year with another woman, whom he’d loved a great deal. He would never tell Elizabeth that he’d never loved anyone like her, because that would be unfair to Robin. He’d loved her as much as he’d been able to and she’d loved him. There was no rhyme or reason why they’d fallen apart, but they’d had. But he’ll never regret taking that step with her and loving her. Loving Robin opened him up to the concept of a future and a full life and he’ll always treasure their friendship, he’s grateful it survived.

“Spider-man, Spider-man friendly neighborhood Spider-man,”

Elizabeth wasn’t his polar opposite like Robin had been; there had been no real walls to tear down, no extreme hurdles to get past. By the time he’d worked up the courage to ask her out on an actual date, she’d already received the go-ahead from Robin and was more than prepared to take their friendship to that level. She’d laughed when he’d asked her, wondering what had taken him so long. She’d seen what they could be together and now he can only hope that her vision of their life had meshed enough with his that she would say yes to this.

“Wealth and fame, he’s ignored, action is his reward,”

He’s not even sure how he’ll ask. If he’ll say pretty words or just blurt it out. He’s not sure which way would be better, or how she’d want it done. He very much wants this to be perfect for her. She’s been hurt so much before, by those that came before him and he’s worked very hard to make up for that, bringing her flowers when she doesn’t expect them, leaving presents around in the middle of the day for her to find and taking her out to fancy dinners for no reason at all. He’s gone overboard to make her feel special but now he wonders if this is the right moment. If asking her over their nightly conversation is really the best way or if he should plan something more elaborate.

“To him, life is a great big bang-up,”

He listens to the song wind down and shoves the ring back in his pocket. It’s better, he tells himself, to wait until the moment is absolutely perfect because if you’re lucky, you only get to do it once. She’s been proposed to many times before, he knows that but he wants this one to count, to be the last. And he wants to start their life together as perfectly as he can.

“Wherever there’s a hang-up, you’ll find the Spider-man!”

A few moments later, Elizabeth emerges from Cameron’s room and smiles at him, shoving her hair out of her face. Her eyes are on his and her smile is bright and he realizes that the look in her eyes, the affection and the warmth are all for him.

And that he doesn’t need elaborate plans, fancy food and elegant surroundings for this moment to be perfect. He stands and retrieves the box from his pocket. The moment is perfect because she’s there and he’s there. And that’s all they really needed.

“Elizabeth,” Patrick Drake begins, “there’s something I have to ask you…”

Timeline

This is set in the spring of 2006, when Patrick and Robin were still lightly flirting. They were so freaking cute, lol. This is set before the drama with Noah’s liver and the donation.

Inspiration

Robin and Patrick are my second favorite couple in GH history, and Patrick is a ride or die His dimples were the inspiration, let’s be real.

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Robin Scorpio stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the second basement where the vending machines were kept. She’d had a craving for a bag of M&Ms since she’d clocked in earlier that morning and there had finally been a break in her schedule.

Before the doors closed, a hand shot out, and Patrick Drake followed.

“And my day was going so well,” Robin breathed. She pressed her lips together and stared at the row of numbers above the doors, watching as ten became nine and nine became eight…

“If you keep making that face, eventually it will get stuck like that.” Patrick smirked at her but Robin resolutely kept her eyes on the numbers. Six became five and five became four.

Finally, she turned to him. “You really just don’t like rejection do you?” She tapped her fingers against the folder in her hands. “You keep asking me out, you keep…pursuing me…because I said no when everyone else says yes.” She shook her head and looked back at the numbers. Three became two and two become one.

“It’s possible,” Patrick allowed. “I’ve never really had to worry about it before.” He shrugged. “Why don’t you just prove yourself right and say yes?”

“Because it would have defeated the purpose in saying no in the first place,” Robin said staunchly. One become basement one and she waited for the doors to open.

As the elevator dinged, Patrick reached out and pressed the doors closed button. “And you only said no to prove a point so I don’t think either one of us is winning.”

“I didn’t know this was a contest,” Robin replied sweetly. “Would you please let me out of the elevator?”

“Fine.” Patrick released the button and the doors slid open. Robin started to step out and he snagged her arm. “But first…”

He swung her into the circle of his arms–her folder slid to the floor–and covered her mouth with his own. Her emotions whirled and skidded as she considered pulling away. Instead she let her eyes flutter shut, giving herself over to him.

After a long moment, during which the doors tried to close no less than three times, Patrick finally stepped back and released her. He nudged her out of the elevator so she was standing in the hallway. He stooped down and retrieved her folder from the floor. “I’ll just let you think about that for a while,” he said handing it out to her.

She took it almost numbly and after a second, she realized he was still in the elevator. “Isn’t this your floor?”

Patrick gave a smile at sent her pulse skipping again. “I’m due on the tenth floor actually. Catch you later, Dr. Scorpio.” He pressed the button to close the doors and his grin widened as they slid shut on her bewildered expression.