March 16, 2014

This entry is part 2 of 15 in the Intoxication

Sonny’s Penthouse

Sonny was glaring at Johnny when Carly came down the steps. “Hey, what’s going on?” she asked, peering at her husband and her best friend before looking at the guard.

“Elizabeth’s in the hospital,” Sonny told her. “Someone pushed her down the stairs after I left her at the Rice Plaza. She lost the baby.”

Carly inhaled sharply. “Oh my God. She must be devastated.”

Sonny shook his head. “I feel bad for her, but–”

“But what, Sonny?” Carly demanded. “She just had a miscarriage. I don’t care if she was stupid enough to drag you out just so she could plead for Ric’s life or that she was an idiot for marrying him in the first place. She just had one of the worst things in the world happen to her.”

“Since when do you care about Elizabeth Webber?” Sonny snapped, feeling even more defensive.

“I don’t need to be her best friend to sympathize with her,” Carly retorted. “If Alexis had lost her baby, I would have felt bad. God, Sonny. Do I look inhuman to you?”

Johnny stifled a snort, causing Carly to throw him a nasty look. Johnny cleared his throat. “Anyway, I’d expect a visit from the police as soon as they take Elizabeth’s statement.”

Carly rolled her eyes. “Great. So Sonny’s going to be accused of pushing the girl down the steps?”

“Well,” Johnny drawled, “Sonny was the last person to see Ms. Webber before she was pushed. He’s the only witness…and probably the only suspect at this point.”

Jason, who’d remained characteristically silent up until now, spoke up. “Elizabeth should know that Sonny wouldn’t do that to her.”

“Yeah, because Sonny is known for his cool temper and well-thought out decisions,” Johnny remarked dryly.

Sonny glared at his guard. “You’re coming real close to disappearing, Johnny.”

“Yeah, okay,” Johnny replied, clearly amused by the idea of Sonny knocking him off. Johnny was the third most important person in the organization, right after Jason. He was the head guard, he trained all the newcomers, regulated assignments–Sonny wasn’t going to take him on a long trip to the country because he spoke his mind. “You want me to keep an eye on Ric?”

“No,” Sonny said. “Clearly, you’re biased in this situation and I think you’d be better off somewhere else.”

“Like where?” Johnny asked, hoping he wasn’t assigned Courtney’s detail. He shuddered at the thought.

“Tell you what,” Sonny began, “you’re such of a fan of her and someone obviously has it out for her, why don’t you look after Elizabeth?”

Johnny narrowed his eyes. “You’re kidding right? You’re assigning me Ric Lansing’s wife? Maybe you are serious about me disappearing.”

“She doesn’t have to know you’re there,” Sonny said, shrugging. “Can you handle that?”

“Yeah, I can handle that,” Johnny replied. He eyed Carly. “You know, if you really feel bad, you could tell her so.”

Carly raised her eyebrows. “You’re awfully talkative these days, Johnny.”

Johnny shrugged. “Well, I know that Francis always spoke highly of Elizabeth. He really admired her and the way she tried to comfort when she thought Sonny was dead. I’m sure it wouldn’t kill you to try and show a little decency.”

“Johnny,” Sonny warned.

“Okay, I’m going. Don’t want to disappear or anything.” Johnny strode towards the door. “But I’m serious about the police. Don’t be surprised if Taggart shows up and arrests you right away.”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Johnny.”

After Johnny was gone, Carly laughed. “Who knew he had that kind of personality? He’s a kick.”

Sonny gave her a withering glance. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him today, but please don’t encourage him Carly.”

Carly shook her head. “Oh, no, Sonny. I like Johnny this way. Besides, he’s right. Elizabeth made me brownies and cleaned the penthouse and was…nice to me when she thought you were dead. The least I could do is offer my condolences.” She eyes Jason. “Stupid question. You want to come with?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jason said.

“I’d ask Courtney, but that’s an even more ridiculous idea,” Carly replied. She turned back towards the stairs. “I’ll go get ready.”

When she was gone, Sonny shook his head. “I don’t know about this Jason.”

Jason frowned. “About what?”

“I don’t…” Sonny hesitated. He looked away. His eyes were troubled. “I don’t remember much of the conversation with Elizabeth. I don’t remember walking away. All I knew was one second I was yelling at her…and the next…I was back in the car.”

“What are you saying?” Jason asked. “You think you could have pushed her?” He shook his head. “No way, Sonny. And even if she accuses you, there’s no way you could have done this.”

“She questioned my honor,” Sonny continued. “And she was throwing the baby’s death in my face–about how she was there for me that night and that I owed her.” He exhaled slowly. “I honestly don’t know if she walked away first or I did.”

“Sonny–”

“What if I did push her?” Sonny asked, agitated. “Even accidentally? What then?”

Jason was skeptical. “You think you pushed a pregnant woman down a flight of stairs?”

“Why not?” Sonny murmured. “It’s not like I haven’t done it before.”

General Hospital

When the report of Elizabeth Lansing’s assault crossed his desk, Commissioner Mac Scorpio made sure to be the one to follow up on it. If he let Scott Baldwin within five feet of Sonny Corinthos’s sister-in-law, this case would go away before it got a chance to be prosecuted. Scott would muck it up like he had most of the past few cases.

He’d waited until early afternoon of Elizabeth’s second full day in the hospital before he went to take her statement. She was pale and she had some bruises on the visible skin of her arms, but for the most she looked as normal as she ever had.

“I’m very sorry, Elizabeth,” Mac began gently. “I understand that is a difficult time for you.”

Elizabeth nodded and looked down at the sheets of her hospital bed. “Thank you, Commissioner Scorpio,” she said quietly. “I didn’t expect you to handle this yourself.”

“What happened to you was abominable,” Mac told her firmly. “And I want to do my best to see that this person is prosecuted. But…”

“But what?” Elizabeth asked, meeting his eyes. “Commissioner?”

“We won’t be able to charge him with the death of your child,” Mac said contritely. “In New York, the fetus has to be twenty-five weeks old and yours was only nine weeks.”

She sighed and looked away. “I understand.”

“But they will be charged with assault,” Mac told her. “So, what I need you to do is tell me exactly what happened.”

“I went to Rice Plaza to speak with Sonny Corinthos,” Elizabeth told him. She hesitated. “He’s Ric’s half-brother and well…they don’t get along. I guess you could say I was trying to work on the situation.”

Mac nodded, having a pretty good idea of what Elizabeth was talking to Sonny about. “And Sonny showed up?”

She nodded. “We were talking for about ten minutes or so. We were arguing and I walked away. As I started down the steps, I felt someone’s hand on my back and they pushed me. That’s the last thing I remember before I woke up.”

Mac noted this down. “Did Sonny leave before you left?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “No. I turned my back and that’s the last I saw of him.”

“And it was just the two of you?”

“Sonny brought one of his men,” Elizabeth reported. “Max Giambetti, I think. But he told Max to wait inside.”

Still scribbling, Mac asked, “You said you argued. Were you yelling? Was he angry?”

Elizabeth hesitated. “Commissioner, I don’t think Sonny pushed me if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“For the record, Elizabeth, I don’t think he did either. But if we want this done right, we need to look at all suspects,” Mac replied.

“I understand. We were both angry, and yes there was some yelling. He can’t stand Ric and I don’t think he’s fond of me right now either. I called in a debt I probably shouldn’t have and I think we both said things we didn’t mean.” Elizabeth paused and sighed. “At least I did.”

Mac capped his pen. “This is off the record, Elizabeth. You went to Sonny to ask him not to hurt Ric didn’t you?”

“Possibly,” she hedged. “But Sonny…he wouldn’t hurt a woman. Not a pregnant one.”

“Look right now, Sonny is both the prime suspect and the only witness,” Mac admitted. “He’s the only person you can remember seeing there and I’ve already taken your husband’s statement. He didn’t see anyone either. Just you.”

“What are you going to do?” Elizabeth asked.

“Well, I’m going to question Sonny,” Mac told her. “And right now, I’m going to handle it personally. Because just between you and me, Scott Baldwin would screw this up and Taggart would let it get too personal.”

“Thank you, Commissioner. I appreciate everything you’ve tried to do,” Elizabeth told him. “And even if this never goes to court or you never arrest anyone, I know that you’ll do your best.”

“Thank you.” Mac stood and put his notepad away. “Rest, Elizabeth. I’ll keep you updated on the investigation.”

As soon as Mac exited, Ric entered. “Are you okay? What did he say?”

She sighed and held out her hand. He came forward and took her hand in both of his, sitting on the side of the bed.

“Even if they make an arrest, they can’t charge anyone because of the miscarriage,” Elizabeth told him. “Because the baby wasn’t old enough.”

“I know that,” Ric said.

Elizabeth sighed and looked down. “Mac is considering Sonny as both the prime suspect and only witness.”

Ric’s hands tightened around hers. “I assumed that would be the case,” he said as calmly as possible.

“Are you angry with me?” she asked softly. “For talking to him?”

Ric shook his head. “No. I don’t know why you felt the need to do so, but I know you had a good reason.”

“I wanted to ask him not to hurt you,” Elizabeth confessed. She sighed. “I just…I wanted to protect our family.”

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I understand, Elizabeth. And I love you for wanting to protect me.”

“I only knew about the baby for a week,” Elizabeth said softly, “but it was long enough for me to fall in love with it. Long enough for me to have dreams about what our little girl or boy would have been like.” She sighed and leaned her head against the pillows. “I just don’t understand why this had to happen.”

Later

Ric had stepped out for some dinner and Carly made sure of this before she knocked lightly on Elizabeth’s hospital door.

“Come in.”

Carly pushed it open and Elizabeth’s face tightened at the sight of the blonde. “What do you want?” she asked scathingly.

Carly hesitated. “I just…I wanted to say I was sorry–”

“Are you?” Elizabeth demanded. “I mean, since when do you care about what happens to me?”

“I really don’t,” Carly snapped. “But I’ve been where you are and I know how devastating this can be. I just wanted to tell you I was sorry.”

The fight drained from her face and Elizabeth looked away. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Did…did anyone from the PCPD talk to Sonny yet?”

“No,” Carly replied. “But you know what’s going to happen when you tell them you two were arguing and that you were both alone.”

“Mac already told me he’s going to have to look at Sonny as both the prime suspect and the only witness,” Elizabeth replied. “I told Mac that I don’t think Sonny did this and I want you tell Sonny that, too. That I would never accuse him out of spite.”

“I didn’t think you would,” Carly told her. “But I know it would mean a lot to Sonny to know that. Do you think that Mac will listen to you?”

“Mac is probably the best person to handle this case,” Elizabeth said. “He’s fair and he’s not going to arrest Sonny for the hell of it.”

“Well, I’m glad one of us trusts him,” Carly answered. “I should probably go. I’m glad you’re all right.”

“Thank you for coming, Carly,” Elizabeth replied.

Carly slipped back out and caught a glimpse of Ric stepping off the elevator. She turned and hurried down the hall to find another set of elevators.

Ric entered Elizabeth’s room and frowned. “Was that Carly I saw leaving here? Did she upset you?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “No. She just…wanted to say she was sorry about the baby.” She looked away. “When I found out I was pregnant, I was filling out forms for an abortion and Carly was here at the hospital too. She saw them…and she tried to talk me out of it.”

“She did?” Ric asked, clearly surprised. “Why would she care?”

“She had a miscarriage a few years ago. Her and Sonny’s first child–it really devastated them both,” Elizabeth told him. “She told me that when she was first pregnant, she was thinking of getting rid of the baby, but that she was glad she hadn’t. She wanted me to think about that…to concentrate on the baby, not the father.”

“Well…” Ric paused. “That was very nice of her.”

“She hates you,” Elizabeth said unnecessarily. “For what you did to her.” She hesitated and met his eyes. “Why would you do something like that? What purpose did it serve?”

Sonny’s Penthouse

Carly set her purse on the desk. “Well, she’s all right if that matters,” she told Sonny and Jason. “She’s already talked to Mac Scorpio about what happened.”

“What did she say?” Sonny demanded.

“We didn’t get into semantics,” Carly told him. “But I assume she told the truth. That you were alone and arguing.”

“Did she tell them that Sonny pushed her?” Jason questioned.

Carly frowned and studied her best friend. “Are-are you serious? Do you…do you really think she’d do that?” Jason just shuffled his feet and looked away. Carly sighed. “No. She even told Mac that she didn’t think you did it. But he’ll probably be by anyway.”

Sonny exhaled slowly. “So…she doesn’t think it was me?”

“Nope.” Carly frowned. “Sonny…” She stepped towards him. “I know you’re not sure what happened…but you didn’t do it. I know you didn’t do it.”

Sonny nodded and looked away. “Okay.”

“Sonny–”

Marco opened the door. “Commissioner Scorpio is here.”

“Send him in,” Sonny directed. Mac entered by himself and Sonny raised his eyebrows. “No Baldwin?”

“As of right now, no one else knows about this case,” Mac told him. “I’m handling it personally.” He shifted and looked around. “Do you want to call a lawyer or anything?”

“Sonny doesn’t have anything to hide,” Carly snapped.

“Carly…go upstairs and see if Michael’s okay,” Sonny directed. Carly glared at him as she passed to go to the stairs. “No, Mac. I don’t need a lawyer.”

“All right. Elizabeth says that the two of you met alone at Rice Plaza,” Mac began. “That you brought Max Giambetti with you, but he waited inside. The two of you argued about her husband, Ric Lansing. How am I doing so far?”

“That’s all fine,” Sonny said, hesitantly.

“Elizabeth went on to say that the argument got pretty heated, that you were both yelling. She turned her back and walked away towards the stairs where she felt a hand on her back. She fell down a set of fifteen concrete steps and she was unconscious for most of the night, so the last thing she remembers is the hand on her back.”

“After Elizabeth walked away, I left too,” Sonny told him. “I didn’t see anything or anybody.”

“What about Max Giambetti?” Mac questioned. “Where can I get a hold of him?”

Sonny glanced at Jason who’d been following the conversation carefully. “Jason, get Max. He’s at the warehouse.”

“I’ll go call,” Jason said, crossing to the door and leaving heading for his own penthouse.

“Max will be here shortly. Unless you want him to meet you at the PCPD?” Sonny asked.

Mac shook his head. “No. I’ll wait.” He paused. “Elizabeth doesn’t believe that you had anything to do with this and I’m inclined to agree with her. But I will follow up because honestly, you are the only other person who was there that night. You didn’t see anyone. There’s no one who saw you leave until you went to Mr. Giambetti inside. You realize what it looks like.”

“Yeah.” Sonny shrugged. “It looks like I pushed her.”

Mac nodded. “I’m not going to let Taggart or Baldwin near this until I rule you out as a suspect,” he told the other man. “Because we both know what will happen then.”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“I’m not doing this for you,” Mac told him coldly. “I’m doing this because someone pushed a defenseless pregnant woman down a flight of concrete steps and left her there. They killed her child and it was done deliberately. I’m doing this because I intend to bring that person in and prosecute them to the fullest extent of the law.”

General Hospital

Faith Roscoe peered in through the window of Elizabeth’s hospital room and smirked at the newlyweds sitting on her bed.

“You’re going to wish you didn’t wake up,” she muttered under breath.

This entry is part 1 of 15 in the Intoxication

General Hospital

There were sixty-seven yellow tiles visible on the floor of the emergency room–visible to his eye anyway. He’d been counting them since the doctor shoved him out of out the trauma room almost forty minutes ago.

He concentrated on the tiles, convincing himself that it was important that he know exactly how many tiles he could see from his position sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, his knees bent and his elbows braced on his denim-clad thighs.

Because as long as counting those tiles was the most important thing in his life, Ric Lansing wouldn’t have to think about the reason he was here. If he didn’t close his eyes, he wouldn’t be back at on those stairs, peering down at her motionless body on the cold concrete.

His father had taught him this trick once when Ric had been cramming for the SATs in high school. He’d been going nuts over some mathematical formula and his father had told him that memorizing it wasn’t going to do any good. Trevor Lansing suggested he think about something else. That if he wasn’t trying so hard to memorize the formula, he might realize he already knew it.

It’d worked–he’d gotten a perfect 1600 on the SATs and now Ric was desperately hoping it would work again.

It wasn’t but he was persistent. Time to count the white ceiling tiles. One, two, three…

He was at forty-nine when a doctor finally emerged from the room. Ric launched to his feet. “How is she?”

“She’s stable,” the doctor replied. “We stopped the internal bleeding.” He drug a hand through his short brown hair. “Your wife was very lucky, Mr. Lansing. There’s going to be a lot of bruising and she’ll have to stay in the hospital for about a week.”

Ric nodded, letting out a relieved sigh. He hesitated and asked the question. “Elizabeth is pregnant…” he trailed off. “The baby?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Lansing,” the doctor apologized. “There was too much damage. We couldn’t save the fetus.”

The fetus. His child, their child. The reason she’d forgiven him and married him was gone and had been reduced to a mere fetus. He inhaled sharply. “Is she awake?”

“She’ll be moved to a recovery room in a few moments and after a few hours there, she’ll be moved to her own room.”

“I want a private room,” Ric said immediately. “She has to have the best you can give her.”

“I’ll mark it on her chart,” the doctor replied. “A nurse will come and get you when you can see her.”

“Thank you,” Ric told him. The doctor strode away and disappeared in the trauma room again. Ric exhaled slowly. It was okay–Elizabeth was alive, she’d be okay. She’d be fine. He was disappointed that they’d lost their child and he knew this would devastate her.

But she loved him and he loved her. It was going to be okay.

His fists clenched at his sides and he allowed himself to think about the reason Elizabeth had just gone through emergency surgery and had lost their child.

Sonny.

He took a deep breath and tried to quell the anger rising in him. He had to believe that Sonny wouldn’t push a pregnant woman down a flight of stone steps. His own wife was pregnant–and Sonny had to be better than that. Elizabeth could have tripped and fell, there was always that possibility.

Because Ric had promised Elizabeth he was done with Sonny…and if he believed for one second his brother had pushed Elizabeth, he’d have to break that promise.

Sonny’s Penthouse

Sonny set the phone down and eyed Johnny carefully. “You’re sure about this?”

The seasoned guard nodded. “He didn’t leave the hospital all night.”

“Did you find out why he was there?” Sonny asked.

“No. He wasn’t admitted. He went in there last night and hasn’t left yet.” Johnny shrugged. “I don’t know why he’s there.”

Sonny sighed and looked away. “Check and see if Elizabeth Webber was admitted. Or an Elizabeth Lansing.”

Johnny frowned. “Ms. Webber married him?”

“Yeah.” Sonny shook his head. “She’s pregnant so I suspect that had something to do with it.”

“You’re not concerned about it?” the guard asked, surprised. “You’ve got someone watching him all the time, you think he tried to blow up everyone…and someone you’ve known for years marries him…and it doesn’t bother you?”

Sonny gave Johnny a withering glance. “Elizabeth makes her own choices.”

“Yeah…but….” Johnny shifted. “Does Jason know?”

“Yeah,” Sonny said, feeling strangely defensive. “I told him. He thinks she’s making a mistake but it’s none of his concern anymore.”

“None of his concern?” Johnny repeated. He frowned. “Did he say that?”

“No…but I’m sure that’s what he thinks,” Sonny replied. He narrowed his eyes. “You questioning me?”

“I don’t question your business decisions,” Johnny told him. “But I can question your personal motives. It’s not disloyal to do that. If you think Ric is such bad news, why didn’t you say something to her?”

“Why do you care?” Sonny asked, turning the tables on the guard.

“Because Francis would have wanted me to keep an eye out for her,” Johnny snapped. Sonny fell silent at the mention of Johnny’s cousin and Elizabeth’s former body guard. He’d been killed in Puerto Rico a few months ago. “Francis thought very highly of Ms. Webber.”

“I know he did,” Sonny replied. “He always requested her detail when the need arose. Look, Johnny, I can’t do anything to convince her he’s just going to hurt her. She wouldn’t listen. Elizabeth has a lot of loyalty and tends to believe the best in people.”

“That she does. I mean, she never listened to anyone about you or Jason,” Johnny remarked, dryly. “If you ask me, maybe she should have.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sonny demanded.

“Nothing,” Johnny answered. “I’ll try and find out if Ms. Webber was admitted.”

“Let me know what you find out.”

Johnny headed to the door, but Jason opened it and stepped through first. “Hey, Johnny.”

“Jason,” Johnny said shortly, pushing past the enforcer. He closed the door behind him.

“What’s his problem?” Jason asked.

“Ah, he’s a little upset,” Sonny replied. “He found out Elizabeth married Lansing and he’s worried about her.”

Jason frowned. “Why does Johnny care?”

“Because Francis used to guard her and I guess he asked Johnny to look out for her,” Sonny answered. “I’ve got Johnny watching Ric’s every move. He’s been at the hospital all night.”

“Why?”

“Don’t know. He wasn’t admitted, so he’s there for someone else. I’ve got Johnny checking to see if Elizabeth was admitted.” Sonny shook his head. “You know…I talked to her last night and I can’t remember a single word I said. I don’t even remember leaving.”

“Why’s that?”

Sonny shrugged. “I don’t know. I was just so angry at her. She used to be such a nice girl, reasonable and smart, you know? Now…I barely recognize her.”

General Hospital

Elizabeth moaned slightly and her eyes fluttered open to see Ric perched on the side of her bed. “Ric? What happened?”

Ric sighed and brushed her hair off her face. “You fell down the stairs at Rice Plaza. Do you remember?”

Elizabeth frowned and looked away. “I was talking with Sonny…and I walked away.” She looked at him. “Someone pushed me as I was going down the stairs.”

Ric exhaled slowly. He’d been afraid of that possibility. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “I felt someone’s hand at my back.” Her blue eyes widened with fear. “The baby…?”

Ric looked down and took her hand in his. “I…I’m sorry…but the baby…” He shook his head, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.

“I lost the baby?” Elizabeth said softly. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. “It’s gone?”

He nodded and closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry…”

Her lower lip trembled and she closed her eyes too. “Oh, God…”

Sonny’s Penthouse

Johnny strode back into the penthouse a half hour after he’d left and crossed his arms. Sonny and Jason looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

“Elizabeth Lansing was admitted last night,” Johnny reported in a calm voice. “She had internal injuries and a concussion. She’s in stable condition but she miscarried. Ric Lansing also filed a police report.”

Jason blinked. “Miscarried,” he repeated slowly.

“She was nine weeks pregnant,” Johnny told the enforcer, glaring at him.

“Why did he file a police report?” Sonny asked. “What happened to her?”

“Someone pushed Elizabeth down the stairs at Rice Plaza,” Johnny replied. “You’d better hope that Lansing doesn’t suspect you, because he already came after you because of your mother. What do you think is going to happen if he suspects you pushed his defenseless pregnant wife down a flight of concrete stairs?”

March 15, 2014

This entry is part 11 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

Warehouse: Jason’s Office

Carly stood abruptly. “I have to go.”

“Wait, wait.” Jason stood and rounded the desk. “Carly, we need to talk about this.”

“I can’t talk–I need…” She didn’t know what she needed. The only thing she was absolutely positive of was that she needed to get out of there. The air was suffocating–her throat felt tight.

“I have to go,” she repeated. She rushed through the door, Jason was hot on her heels.

But she got to her car and had the door closed before he could reach her. She took off, her tires squealing.

Lorenzo’s Apartment: Bedroom

Sage pouted as her uncle continued to pack. “I wish you weren’t going away,” she complained. “I don’t want to stay with Carly.”

Lorenzo glanced at her. “Well, you are. Carly has two small children and this is going to be a tough week for her. I expect you to step up.”

“She’s your obsession not mine,” Sage said haughtily. She flopped on the bed and turned onto her back. “Can I enroll in school?”

“You don’t like your tutors?”

“Please, Uncle Zo. The tutors are dryer than dirt and they make me want to curl up and take a nap.” She gave him a charming smile. “I want to go to the high school. I want a normal life for once. You seem to be settling in here after all. Why don’t we really pretend like this is home?”

“This is home, Sage,” Lorenzo told her. He sat down and sighed. “I know you’re unhappy here.”

Sage sat up and shrugged. “It’s not that I’m unhappy,” she told him. “I just…I think I came on too strong with Dillon. And now he won’t even look at me.”

“He’s in love with his girlfriend, sweetheart,” Lorenzo informed her. “You won’t make him forget that.”

“I just…” She hesitated and glanced at him quickly–just long enough to see the sadness in the depths of her dark eyes. “I guess I’m just lonely. I’ve been at boarding schools for most of my life or I’ve had tutors. I’ve never really had a friend. Dad was always away working with Brenda,” Sage spat. “And you were always on business. So I thought if I could just go to the high school like all the other kids…I’ll meet someone new. You know?”

Lorenzo kissed her forehead. “Okay, baby. If it’s that important, I’ll ask Carly to take you to get enrolled. I’ll see that she has all the information. And I’ll even give you a credit card to do some shopping.”

Sage grinned and threw her arms around him. “Thanks, Uncle Zo. You won’t regret this.” Her eyes were dancing with excitement. “Can I decorate my room too? With furniture I pick out? And posters? You know…make it my own?”

“Well…” Lorenzo hesitated. “I’d hold off on that–in this place at least. It’s a good apartment but you need to have a real home base. A place you’re always sure of.”

“You mean an actual house?” Sage asked, surprised. “Like…what Dillon lives in? Or a normal place…like where Georgie and her sister live?”

“We can talk more about that when I come home next week. But until then, you are staying with Carly. Promise me you’ll be on your best behavior?”

“Do you love her?” Sage asked instead. “I mean, honest to God, from the top of head to the bottom of your feet love her?”

“Yes,” Lorenzo admitted.

“Then I’ll do my best,” she promised. She smirked. “But you know…this is still me we’re talking about here. My best is…well a lot of people’s worst.”

There was a knock on the open bedroom door–one of Lorenzo’s guards. “Senor Alcazar? Mrs. Corinthos is here. She looks upset.”

Lorenzo shot up and was out of the room almost before the guard had finished speaking. Sage just stood and shook her head, amused.

“Oh, yeah, he’s in love,” she said under her breath as she finished her uncle’s packing.

Carly was standing just inside the door when Lorenzo came into the room. Her face was pale, her hands were trembling and her cheeks were stained with tears. Alarmed, he went over to her and took her hands in his. “Carly, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“I…I remembered,” she said fearfully, her eyes wide and filled with a kind of hesitant fear.

“R-remembered what?” Lorenzo asked with a sense of dread. He took a deep breath. “Sonny?” he prompted.

She nodded. “I was talking to Jason–a-and I was trying to explain why I was siding with Courtney–because all of my feelings for her just came slamming into my head last night and now everything for Sonny a-and I just remembered the boys yesterday, Lorenzo. All these feelings are just swarming around in my head and I can’t make them stop.”

He pulled her into a hug, almost forcing her head into his chest. He’d known it would come to this–he’d hoped that she’d never remember but she did now.

And she wouldn’t need him anymore.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, Lorenzo. I thought I had a handle on everything–I thought I was okay and…” She wrapped her arms around her waist and clung to him. “I don’t know anymore.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed. He ran his hand up and down her back, trying to calm the violent tremors she was experiencing. “You need to go see Dr. Lewis.”

She pulled away from him and clasped her hands together. “I-I should have gone straight there I guess b-but I really didn’t know what I was doing. I was just…talking and it all slammed back into me.”

Lorenzo nodded. “I understand. And I understand if you don’t want Sage to stay with you after all–”

Carly frowned and looked at him. “I–” She shook her head. “I’m not doing this right.” She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Yes, my feelings for Sonny came back but that’s not what’s scaring me.”

His mouth dry, his throat tight, Lorenzo swallowed hard. “What is then?”

“The fact that my feelings for you–which I thought were just part of a dream I hadn’t really woken up from–they’re still here,” she whispered. She pressed the heel of her hand to her chest, just above her heart. “And they’re real.” She took a shaky breath. “And they’re strong.”

He hesitated. “They are?” he asked. He couldn’t have heard her right.

She nodded. “They’re…stronger than what I feel for Sonny and I realized that it’s because these last few weeks…you’ve been…” Carly hesitated. Unable to find the words, she slid her hand around the back of his head to tug it towards her. She kissed him hungrily, giving into the feelings and the emotions that she’d been fighting for so long.

He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull him flush against him, devouring her and absorbing every inch of her delectable mouth.

Sage peeked around the corner into the living room and grinned. It was about time her uncle found a little slice of happiness.

Carly pulled away a few moments later, breathing heavily–her eyes just a little calmer. “I…probably shouldn’t have done that,” she remarked, her cheeks flushed. But the words were light and caused him no pain.

Lorenzo just smiled and shook his head. “You’ll never get rid of me,” he joked. He smoothed her hair off her forehead. “Now that I know how you taste.”

Her cheeks flushed even more deeply and she felt so warm. But she couldn’t keep the smile from her face. Gone was the confusion and fear of just a few moments ago. Feelings and emotions were still swarming inside her mind but she knew one thing now–one completely concrete and absolute thing.

She cared deeply for Lorenzo–maybe she even loved him. And for the first time since she woke up–she didn’t want to change that.

Kelly’s

Elizabeth sat down and sipped her hot chocolate. “I should be mad at you for calling Jason,” she told Emily.

“Be mad all you want,” Emily replied. “You needed someone and I couldn’t get there. I knew Jason would be interested in knowing that you were in a cold studio with no heat or electricity. So…you’re at the hotel?”

“Yeah. It’s temporary. He was going to ask Carly if I could stay with her but she played the Courtney card and really…that’s better in the end. We never would have survived in the same house.” Elizabeth sighed. “He’s coming over after work and we’re supposed to work out a plan for the future.”

“Elizabeth…I know you value your independence and believe me, I understand that you don’t want to give that up…but you have to bend a little.”

“I know. I know,” Elizabeth repeated, seeing Emily’s skepticism. “But how far am I supposed to go? Do you know what it would look like if I let Jason do what he obviously wants to do? Buy me a place to live, pay for me to live there?”

“It would look like a married man keeping a mistress,” Emily allowed. She shrugged. “So what? That’s not true. Jason and Courtney might be married but they’ve barely lived together since the wedding and while I certainly don’t condone your actions–or his, I might add–you’re not his mistress. It was a one night thing and you don’t have to be ashamed of it. He wasn’t married and you’re separated.”

“But I slept with my husband, my ex-boyfriend and your ex-husband all pretty much in the same span of time. That really doesn’t say much for my morals, does it?”

“No,” Emily allowed. “But it’s a unique situation, Elizabeth. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re only human. You get to make mistakes.”

“So what do you think I should let Jason do?” Elizabeth asked. “How far should I let him go with this?”

“I think you should let him pay for the rent on a decent apartment,” Emily told her. “You can probably afford utilities until you have to go on maternity leave and then Jason can take up those bills. You should also let him pay for the back medical bills from this summer so you don’t have any issues with your doctor’s care for the pregnancy.”

“You mean basically let him take care of me for the next year of my life.”

“Well…do you have a more realistic resolution?” Emily pressed.

“I’ll let you know,” Elizabeth said, with a tone of defeat in her voice.

Haye’s Landing

Courtney was just hanging up the phone in the kitchen when Brian entered through the back. He had two coffees in his hands. “Hey.”

“Hey.” She sat down, and chewed her thumbnail. “That’s the third time,” she said softly. “I get as far as his voice mail and hang up.”

Brian sat in the chair across from her. “Probably not a conversation you want to have over the phone.”

“I just…I ran out of there. I never gave him a chance to say anything or even come clean on his own. I just demanded to know the truth and took off.” She sighed and slumped in her chair. “I don’t know, Brian. I know I’m right to be angry but…”

“But what?” Brian asked. “Courtney…he cheated on you and he’s having a child with this woman.”

“She’s not just some tramp he picked off the street,” Courtney jumped in. “He has a history with her–”

“I’ve heard this all before,” Brian sighed. “You told me this yesterday. Since the day I met you, all you’ve done is sing his praises. Don’t give him an excuse–don’t give him this easy out. No matter how tempting it is–”

“The thing is,” Courtney interrupted, “that I don’t want to give him an out. I…” she chewed on her lower lip. “If I forgive him for this…I’ll never be able to trust him again. Every time he’s with her…I’m going to wonder. Every time I see them together with that baby, I’m going to want to curl up in a corner and cry.”

She took a deep breath. “I love him, Brian. But I won’t do that to myself. I can’t.”

He exhaled slowly. “I guess you’ve made up your mind.”

“Yeah.” She smiled at him–her eyes filled with tears, and her hands trembling. “Just as soon as I can get up the courage, I’m going to go back to Port Charles and file for divorce.”

This entry is part 10 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

Carly’s House

She’d just finished showering and changing for bed when she heard a hesitant knock on her bedroom door.

Assuming it was Michael, she got into bed and pulled the comforter over her legs. “Come in.”

Jason pushed the door open. “Hey…sorry to bother you so late.”

Carly sat up. “No, it’s okay. What’s wrong? Where did you go earlier? Was it about Courtney?”

Jason sat down on the edge of her bed. “I don’t ask you for a lot of things, you know and I know you don’t get along with her–or at least you didn’t but I really need to ask you a favor.”

“Oh, it’s about Elizabeth. What do you need?”

“I got a call from Emily who had just talked to Elizabeth. Apparently, her building was condemned and her electricity went out. The heat’s never really worked correctly in her apartment so she can’t stay there tonight.”

“And for obvious reasons, she can’t go to the penthouse.” Carly folded her hands in her lap. “She’s downstairs isn’t she?”

“It’s just temporary,” Jason assured her. “It’s almost December and I just…I couldn’t leave her there.”

“Of course not. But surely, there’s other people she could go to. Emily, Nikolas, or Lucky…Jason, if you want to work this out with Courtney, you can’t go running to Elizabeth’s rescue all the time.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Jason demanded. “Leave her in a freezing studio? Emily and Nikolas are on the island with no way to get to the mainland at night and Lucky’s on night patrol. I already covered this with Emily.” He stood. “I had to argue with her just to accept my help. I thought I could come to you for help, but I guess I was wrong. I’ll just take her to a hotel.”

“Jason, wait, I didn’t say she couldn’t stay,” Carly argued. She swung her legs to the floor and stood. “I’m just asking you to be realistic. Your marriage is in serious trouble and if you want to make it work, you cannot go running to help Elizabeth every time she needs you–”

“She’s pregnant, Carly. We slept together and now she’s the one who’s got to deal with it. She’s the one whose entire life has to change–who has to face this hypocritical town. You of all people should know what she’s going through. Of course I’m going to be there when Elizabeth needs me. Because not only is she the mother of my child, but she’s my friend and that’s what friends do, Carly. They help each other out.”

“Look, she can stay in the guest room,” Carly sighed. “I just don’t think you’re thinking of Courtney’s feelings.” She frowned and pressed a hand to her chest much like she’d done the night she’d remembered her hatred for Robin. “She must be devastated and you didn’t even try to find her. You just ran to Elizabeth like you always did, completely disregarding your own wife.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “You told me to give her time. You told me that she needed to work it out. What’s changed?”

“She loves you so much,” Carly argued, ignoring his question. “And what kind of sister-in-law would I be if I let the woman who’s wrecking her marriage stay in my home?”

“I guess you’re beginning to feel your connection to Courtney,” Jason said stiffly. “This was a mistake. I should have just taken her to a hotel.”

“Jason, I’m sorry–I want to support you but I did just…it’s coming back now,” Carly told him, tears in her eyes. “I can feel it and I refuse to ignore it. Things are coming back so fast for me I can hardly breathe. I remembered Robin, the boys, Courtney and I think some of the irritation I’ve always felt towards Elizabeth is coming back. Maybe I’m not being a really good friend to you right now but I can’t help it. I have to put myself first for once. I am through putting Sonny and you first. No, she can’t stay here.”

He exhaled slowly. “You’ve never put me first, Carly,” he said quietly. “You put Sonny first. You put Courtney and the kids first. But you have never put me first.”

“Jason, that’s just not true–”

“I have stood by you throughout our entire friendship–even when I knew I should turn you away. Even when I knew all you’d do is hurt me.” Jason put his hands on his waist and looked down. “You’ve screwed over just about everyone in your life at one time or another Carly, I think I’m just one of your favorite targets.”

Tears were sliding down her cheeks rapidly and she reached for him. “Jason, I love you. You’re my best friend–I don’t know who I am if you’re not in my life–”

“I have to go. It’s late and if I want to get a room for her at any hotel, I have to go now.”

He turned and walked out of her bedroom door without once looking back. “Jason!” she called. “Jason, please!”

Downstairs

Elizabeth was standing at the door when he came down the steps. She’d heard most of the argument upstairs and she felt just sick for him–Carly had shown her true colors once again and not for the first time, she wondered how Jason could put up with her.

She was destroying his life, Elizabeth realized as she watched Jason come towards her. Not Carly, but her. Telling him the truth about the baby had probably destroyed his marriage but apparently was causing strain in his other friendships.

The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him but how could she really fix this? How could she go back in time and make this right?

“I think we could probably still get you a room at the PC Hotel,” Jason told her, pulling the front door open.

“I’m sorry,” she told him as she followed him out the door to where his bike was parked in the driveway. “I heard parts of…what happened upstairs.”

Jason shook his head and fished out his car keys. “It’s just Carly being Carly. I thought…since she couldn’t feel the same about Courtney or you…that this would work but I was wrong.”

“But it’s good that she’s remembering,” Elizabeth tried to tell him. “I remember when Lucky was trying so hard to remember his love for me…how just…sad it was looking into his eyes and not seeing it anymore.”

He handed her a helmet. “Lucky and Carly’s situations are completely different. Carly couldn’t remember anyone and all Lucky didn’t remember was…” he trailed off, not wanting to bring it up further.

“Lucky just didn’t remember me,” Elizabeth finished. “That doesn’t make it any less painful for the people involved.” She tugged the helmet over her head and slid onto the back of the back. “I’m sure Carly didn’t mean to hurt you–it must be so confusing when emotions just swamp you suddenly.”

“Yeah.” He said nothing more and just started the bike. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

She’d made her decision. She knew what she had to do now.

— Port Charles Hotel —

Jason set her bag just inside the door. “Until we figure out what’s next, you can just stay here. I’m going to set you up with that night guard we talked about.”

Elizabeth sighed and pushed the heavy curtains back to see the view of the harbor. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said quietly.

He frowned and stepped towards her. “What are you talking about?”

She took a deep breath. “I mean, I can’t keep…keep lying.”

Jason frowned. “Who’re you lying to?”

“You.” She wouldn’t look at him–couldn’t do this if she were looking at him. All she had to do was tell him that she’d lied, he’d go back to his marriage because surely Courtney would forgive him if she weren’t pregnant. And Elizabeth would…she’d figure out something.

She always did.

“I lied,” Elizabeth said firmly. She cleared her throat. “I told you the baby was yours because that’s what I wanted it to be.”

His throat dry all of sudden. Very dry. He almost couldn’t breathe. “Excuse me?”

“It was stupid a-a-and it was wrong. But I knew you’d be the best father. But I can’t keep lying anymore. It’s…too much.” She blinked back tears. This was the right decision.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Jason said quietly. “You wouldn’t tell me something like that and not mean it. You wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“I’m not perfect, Jason. I just…I wanted to create a good life for my child and I really thought I could do it. But it’s…too much. It’s costing you too much and it’s costing me. I’m sorry, Jason.”

She was lying. He knew her well enough to recognize that. It was in her tense shoulders–the ways she refused to look at him. The baby was his–he was sure of that. She’d never deliberately lie about this. Not when it would be too easy to prove.

So it just left him to wonder what her motivations were for actually trying this. Was she trying to pull away from the life again? Or was she trying to protect him after hearing about Courtney’s reaction and overhearing his argument with Carly?

“Elizabeth, I know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work. If you’re going to continue to deny this, then we’ll just have to get a paternity test,” Jason told her firmly. “You can do those during pregnancy now.”

“Jason, come on…” she turned suddenly, her eyes red and swollen, her cheeks stained with tears. “I’m giving you an out here. Take it.”

“I won’t,” he refused. “I won’t be a coward and walk away from you and the baby just because it’s causing problems in my life. Carly and I will work it out. We always do. And Courtney and I…you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Yes, I do,” she sighed. “Jason…I lied to you. That’s the end of it! Why can’t you just take it for what it’s worth and go?” she demanded.

“Because the only lie I’m hearing is the one you’re telling me right now.” He stepped towards her. “Elizabeth, you can’t…you can’t take this away from me. Not when I’ve gotten used to the idea of being a father again–of having a child that no one can take from me.”

She sank onto the nearby sofa and put her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, Jason. I’m just trying to do the right thing.”

He kneeled in front of her. “I know. I know you are but the only person you can do right by is yourself.”

“I can’t stay here forever. And once I scale back my shifts at Kelly’s…I won’t be able to meet even half the rent on a good enough apartment. And when I have to stop working–”

“We don’t have to think about any of that right now,” Jason told her. “Just…for once…let me take care of this.”

“I don’t like depending on people,” she told him. “I learned the hard way not to do that so I’m sorry if I seem stubborn sometimes.”

He stood. “I should get going. I have to be at the warehouse early. If you need anything, you’ve got my number right?”

“Yeah. I have a shift at Kelly’s anyway. Thanks, Jason. I’m sorry…about before.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I know what you were trying to do and I even appreciate it. I’ll stop by after your shift tomorrow and we can try and talk about this.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

November 22, 2003

Haye’s Landing

Brian set a coffee cup in front of her and then sat down at the adjacent seat at the kitchen table. “Are you sure you don’t want something to eat?”

Courtney shook her head. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep it down.” She rubbed her forehead. “I just took off when he told me. I have the kids’ luggage still in my car for Christ’s sake. I just couldn’t deal with it.”

“You will have to…deal with it, that is,” Brian told her. “I mean, I don’t mind having you here. You’re a good tenant and all, but you can’t hide here forever.”

“I thought I might call Carly. Just to gauge the situation. He didn’t even come after me.” She bit her lip. “I want to know if he did it before the wedding.”

“What can that possibly matter?” Brian questioned. “Either way, he cheated on you.”

“Yes, but if he slept with her and then took his vows…it means he kind of chose me,” Courtney said, “and maybe then we could work through this–”

“Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t make this okay for him just because he went back to you,” Brian argued immediately. “That’s what cheaters do. They go back to the relationship. But he did it once. He’ll do it again.”

“I just wish…I wish it had been anyone but Elizabeth. I might have understood someone else. We were having a lot of problems this fall and late summer…if it’d been some nameless woman in a bar…I could have dealt with it.”

“But it wasn’t. It was a woman that you’ve said yourself–he loved her once. And just because you were having problems–that doesn’t give him an excuse. Did he ever cheat on Elizabeth?”

“No. Not that I’m aware of,” Courtney murmured. “They have this huge history, Brian. A very long one, a very close one. She saved his life once. More than once. They’ve known each other since she was at least fifteen. She’s his little sister’s best friend. How can I possibly compete with something like that?”

“You shouldn’t have to. Okay, long history for them. Doesn’t matter. He proposed to you. He married you. He didn’t marry her so he doesn’t get an out because they were together for a long time.”

“No, they were actually together for a very short time,” Courtney protested. “He was in love with her for three years. He says he wasn’t but I know. I saw him that summer. She was kidnapped and I don’t think he ate or slept the whole time she was gone. She was shot–grazed really in the arm–and he freaked out so bad he tried to push her away. You didn’t see him, Brian. He practically pined after her that summer and I’m sure it started longer before that.”

“Still doesn’t matter,” Brian said, shaking his head. “Stop trying to give yourself excuses to forgive him. Work it out, get past it but don’t let him think for one minute it’s okay because he slept with an old girlfriend.”

“I just…I don’t know I’m supposed to handle this,” she said softly. “I mean…is there some kind of code or plan one has to follow? I mean…he didn’t just cheat on me…she’s pregnant and Jason…he’s not someone who runs from confrontations or mistakes. He’ll be a father to that child and I don’t know if I can handle that.”

“The beauty of the situation is that you don’t have to,” Brian replied. “You have the control in this right now.”

“But I love him, Brian. And he’s talked a little about the pain he felt when he lost custody of Michael–he raised him for the first year of his life, did I tell you that?”

Brian shook his head. “No. Is he Jason’s son?”

“No, he’s actually AJ’s son but Sonny adopted him. Anyway, I wasn’t in Port Charles when he lost custody, but it’s still such a painful subject for him. How can I tell him that he has to walk away from his own child just because he cheated on me?”

He stared at her. “Courtney, you’ve got to be kidding me. He cheated on you. So what if the girl’s pregnant? That does not negate what he did to you.”

“I just…” She ran her hands through her hair. “The reason I wanted to go home–the real reason–was because this life was becoming something I wanted and I needed to get away from that.”

Brian frowned and leaned forward. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, that living in Haye’s Landing, in this house…being around you…it was starting to sound good to me and I just couldn’t deal with that.” She sipped her now lukewarm coffee. “I live in a bullet proof penthouse in Port Charles. Most of the time, I get driven around by a guard whose name I don’t know and I can’t go out unless I tell at least three different people where I’m going.”

“Sounds restrictive,” Brian said.

“The other day when I was getting Michael ready to go sledding, I told him you were a cop and he was disappointed.” Courtney shook her head. “Most kids would that thought that was cool but he’s been brought up not to trust the police. I mean…can you believe that?”

“Well…with the line of work your brother and husband are in…trusting the police is probably but a good thing.”

“But Michael’s just a little boy, Brian. He’s not part of that life and he deserves to have a normal childhood.”

“It sounds like it’s not a life you’re happy in,” he said.

She hesitated. “It’s not that I’m not happy. I love my brother and Carly and god, of course I love Jason. I just wish…” She chewed on her lip. “I wish they were just coffee importers.”

“Maybe you just need some more time,” Brian told her. “You don’t need to figure it out right this minute.”

“I just…I need to ask him why. I have to know why. If I know why, then I can go from there. I have to know.”

“Then ask him.”

Warehouse

Carly knocked hesitantly on Jason’s ajar office door. He glanced up and sighed. “What is it, Carly?”

She entered and shut it behind her. “I came to apologize for last night. I…the emotions about Courtney and Elizabeth came back so quickly–so unexpectedly, they were just swirling around in my head and I couldn’t think.”

He nodded. “Fine. Is that it?”

“No, it’s not it,” Carly argued. She sat down. “Look…you were right. I don’t put you first and I’m going to try to be a better friend. You don’t ask me for favors and last night you did and I wish I’d been in a better frame of mind but Jason, you have to realize the position you were putting me in. Courtney is my sister-in-law and my best friend. Even without the connection, she feels that way about me and I am trying so hard not to hurt anyone. How could I agree to let Elizabeth stay there?”

“It doesn’t matter. I took her to a hotel.” Jason shoved some files aside and sighed. “She overheard the argument and she already knew Courtney’s reaction. I guess she felt guilty because the next thing I know, she’s telling me that she lied to me about the baby.”

Carly frowned. “What?”

“She was lying then of course. Not about me being the father but about me not being the father. It is my child, Carly, but she felt so guilty about what I was going through, she tried to give me an out. So I want you to know that. Just because you don’t like her, I’m not going to hide my friendship with her. I don’t argue with you about Alcazar, don’t argue with me on this. Just…be my friend for once and not Courtney’s sister-in-law.”

“Okay, okay. I just…I feel sorry for Courtney. Because I know what she’s going through a little. After I saw Sonny kiss Brenda last winter–” Carly broke off abruptly and frowned. “I was devastated,” she said softly. “I thought…I thought he was going to leave me for her–and from the moment I found out she was alive, I thought that’s what he’d do. I mean…Brenda…she was so important to him–so much of his life…how could I ever compete with that?”

“Carly?” Jason frowned. “Are…are you remembering Sonny?”

Carly looked at him, her eyes wide in her face. “Yeah. I-I think I am.”

March 14, 2014

This entry is part 9 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

Carly’s House

Michael curled up next to his mother and leaned his head against her shoulder. “I really missed you, Mommy. When can we come home?”

“Soon, honey. Daddy’s sick right now and it’s better if you’re away with Aunt Courtney so you don’t have to see that.” Carly shifted Morgan in her arms. “But I’m feeling much better now and I’m going to come to Haye’s Landing to visit you–”

“Aunt Courtney said we were coming home,” Michael told her. “She said she misses Uncle Jason.”

“Oh.” Carly wouldn’t begrudge her sister-in-law from being with her new husband but what with Carly knew Jason was telling her…she wasn’t so sure if that would work now.

The kitchen door flew open and Courtney rushed out. She was almost a blur as she rushed past them towards the door. Jason was hot on her heels.

“Courtney, just let me explain–”

She was already in the car and pulling out of the driveway by the time he reached her.

“I guess it didn’t go well.”

Jason turned to see Carly walking down the path towards him with Morgan securely in her arms.

“She already knew,” he said quietly. “The other night, I went to Kelly’s and Ric was harassing Elizabeth. He’d found out about the pregnancy and assumed the baby was his.”

“And you set him straight, I imagine,” Carly murmured. “And he tracked down Courtney and told her?”

“Damn it, Carly, what am I supposed to do now?” he demanded. “She’s taken off–I don’t know where she’s going and she has every right to just…” He looked away. “I asked her to marry me, to share my life with me and after everything we’ve been through, I sleep with Elizabeth and now she’s pregnant. What the hell was I thinking?”

“Come inside,” Carly said. “Say hello to Michael, have some dinner. She might come back and…maybe she just needs time to go through this. Work it out in her mind.”

“Yeah. Okay.” He sighed and followed her back into the house.

Studio

Elizabeth reached for the shrill ringing phone and put the receiver to her ear. “Hello?”

“It’s me,” Emily chirped. “I just got off the phone with Lucky. He’s trying to pin down next week’s dinner guests for his aunt. Luke’s even coming. Are you?”

“I don’t know yet,” Elizabeth sighed. She rolled onto her back and stared the ceiling. “So I got evicted today.”

After a moment of silence, Emily responded. “How’d you manage that?”

“The city condemned my building. I knew it was only a matter of time. I was already looking for a new place because…well, let’s face it, this place smells like turpentine and it’s always drafty. I can’t raise a baby here.”

Emily hesitated. “Jason would give you the money in a heartbeat.”

“I’m not going to use Jason. I got myself into this mess, I’ll get myself out of it. I’m the one who–who slept with an almost married man, my psycho ex-husband and one of my friends. I have been wracking my brains trying to figure out how to pay rent on a better place but the truth is, Em, I am barely making ends meet now.”

As if on cue, her lights flickered and then shut off completely.

“Perfect,” she muttered. “Correction, Em, I’m not making ends meet at all.”

“Honey, what happened?”

“My lights just went out. I haven’t…I didn’t pay my electric this month.” She sat up and started to cry. “I can’t do this, Emily. I c-can’t take care of a baby, I can’t even take care of myself–”

“Shit,” Emily took the phone from her ear and looked at Nikolas. “How soon can the launch get me to the mainland?” she asked.

“It’s down for the night. I can’t afford to keep the launch master on during the night. Why?”

“Okay, Elizabeth, honey, you can’t stay there tonight. You have to go to Lucky’s place or Bobbie’s.”

“I have to go…I can’t even remember if I paid my phone bill this month. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Elizabeth whispered brokenly. She hung up and hugged her knees to her chest.

Wyndemere

Nikolas came up behind Emily who was staring at the phone with tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Elizabeth.” Emily looked at him. “I…I was going to tell you but I knew she wanted to keep it kind of low key for a while but she’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant,” Nikolas repeated. “I thought she and Ric–”

“It’s Jason’s baby,” Emily told him. She bit on her lip. “Her building just condemned and while we were talking, her electricity went out. She sounded so upset.”

“Whoa…Jason’s the father?” Nikolas asked. “That’s…wow. That’s a bad situation on many levels. Well…why doesn’t Jason help her with rent on a better place? Or at least her bills now?”

Emily sighed. “You know Elizabeth. She’s so independent–she’s paid for that studio all by herself for four years. Her salary at Kelly’s always took care of everything because…well she works double shifts, triple shifts…”

“But with all the medical bills and the lawyer’s fee with the divorce, she’s broke,” Nikolas concluded. “Well, she’s got to bend, Emily. If she’s pregnant, she can’t work those kind of hours and no one is going to hire her with her about to go on maternity leave.”

“Look, I can’t…she can’t be alone right now. I’m going to call Lucky to go…pick her up and force her to stay with him. If he has to arrest her, I don’t care. She can’t be alone.” She snatched the phone up but Nikolas stopped her.

“Call Jason,” he advised. “She needs his help and honestly, Em, he’s the one that got her in this position in the first place.”

“It takes two,” Emily reminded him.

“And she needs him. Look, I know he would at least want to know that the mother of his child is currently residing in a studio apartment with no heat or electricity. If Jason is anything like the man I think he is…he won’t need to be told to go to her.”

She sighed. “You’re right. I’ll call him.”

Carly’s House

“Are we sleeping here tonight?” Michael asked, handing his mother his plate so she could put it in the dishwasher.

“Yep. You still have clothes here from when we first moved in.” She smoothed his hair away from his face. “Maybe we can even make this a permanent gig after all. What do you think?”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! I want to come home!” He wrapped his arms around his mother’s waist. “I miss you so much, Mommy.”

“I’ve missed you, too baby.” She met Jason’s eyes in the doorway. “Why don’t you go and put Morgan down for sleep while Michael and I get all caught up?”

“Sure.” Jason lifted Morgan into his arms and carefully made his way up the stairs. The baby was so tiny, tinier than Michael had been.

In a few months, he’d be holding his own child. As he entered the nursery, he wondered for the first time what the baby would look like. More like Elizabeth? Like him?

Morgan barely woke up as Jason put him to sleep and no sooner was the baby out of his arms than his cell phone rang. He ducked into the hallway so the baby wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Hello?”

“Jason?” Emily said hesitantly. “We have a problem.”

Haye’s Landing

Brian pulled his car to a stop and frowned when he noticed lights on in the house. Courtney and the kids had left only hours ago and he hadn’t been expecting them to come back.

He parked the car and went up the walkway, noting her car had returned to its normal place in the driveway.

He got a sick feeling in his stomach, knowing she was going to confront her husband as soon as he got home.

The door was slightly ajar and Brian pushed it open to see Courtney curled up on the couch.

“Hey.”

She looked over at him, her eyes wet and swollen. “It’s true,” she whispered. “She’s pregnant.”

He closed the door quickly and went to her side. “Jesus, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry…I know I said I wouldn’t be back…b-but I-I didn’t have anywhere to go.”

“C’mere,” he tugged her into his arms and tucked her head under his chin. “I told you that I’d be here if you needed me.”

“How could he do this to me?” she said softly. “I…I gave up so much to be with him. I knew what people were saying behind my back–because of the way my last marriage ended. But I loved him. I…” her voice broke and she started to cry harder.

He smoothed his hand up and down her back. “I’m so sorry, Courtney.”

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” she sniffled. “Carly is obviously on his side. He’s got this whole supportive family with his sister and her boyfriend. I don’t…I don’t have anyone.”

“You have me,” Brian told her. “You’ll always have me.”

Studio

Elizabeth stared into the darkness and studiously ignored the knocks on her door. She knew it was Jason and she’d ream Emily out tomorrow for calling him.

She didn’t need him. She didn’t need anyone.

The knocks stopped and Elizabeth sighed, grateful that he’d given up. But just as soon as she’d decided that, the door swung up and he stood, sliding his lock picking tools into his coat pocket.

“She shouldn’t have called you,” Elizabeth murmured.

Jason sighed and closed the door behind him. It was pitch black in the studio but he managed to feel his way to the couch and sit next to her. “You can’t really think you can stay here tonight.”

“This is my home,” she replied. “Of course I’m staying here.” She tugged a folded comforter from the back of the couch and wrapped it around her.

He took a deep breath. “You were right…about Ric. He went straight for Courtney.”

He could feel her eyes on him. “She knows?”

“She came home with the boys tonight and told me that Ric had been by to tell her. I don’t think she wanted to believe it but…I told her and then she ran from the house. She’s gone, I think she went back to Haye’s Landing.”

“I’m so sorry,” Elizabeth sighed. Her eyes burned with tears. “We’ve really made a mess of this haven’t we?”

“Yeah,” he paused, “but Elizabeth…I’m serious. It’s almost December, it’s freezing in here, there’s no electricity. Let me do something. Let me help.”

“This isn’t your problem,” Elizabeth replied stubbornly.

“Even if you weren’t pregnant, I would want to help you. But the fact remains is that you are pregnant and this is not a good environment–”

“You think I don’t know that?” she demanded scathingly. “I’m the one who has to live like this–I’m the one who blew her savings by going back to school last year. If I hadn’t done that, I’d be fine.”

“But you have your degree now,” Jason argued.

“What the hell does that matter?” she retorted. “I’m still a waitress at Kelly’s.” She blew out a large exasperated breath. “I can’t get a better job–with the baby, I won’t even be able to work.” The tears slid down her cheek, little paths of warmth on her icy skin. “I can’t do this Jason, I can’t.”

“Not alone,” he agreed. He took her hands in his and swore–they were ice cold. “Elizabeth, you can do this–you are strong and I know you’re capable of making it. But you’re not just taking care of yourself now. The baby needs you to take care of yourself and you can’t do that by sitting alone in a cold dark studio.”

Elizabeth pulled her hands from his and wiped her eyes with the corner of the comforter. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. What do you want me to do?”

“For starters…I want you to…” he hesitated. He couldn’t take her back to the penthouse, that would be wrong a few different levels. Carly. He could take her there. “We’re going to go to Carly’s for the night. We can talk about everything else tomorrow.”

Carly’s House

Carly shut her bedroom door and moved towards the phone on her nightstand.

She dialed the now familiar number and waited for him to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Carly said. “You’ll never believe what just happened to me.”

Lorenzo leaned back on his couch and smiled widely. “Hey, Carly. How’s the visit with the boys?”

“Amazing, incredible–I remember!” she declared. She sat down on the bed. “I have such a huge smile on my face, it’s just…Michael ran into my arms and I was just hit with this huge emotion. I love him so much, Lorenzo, he’s my little boy.”

While the news made her ecstatic, Lorenzo wasn’t as happy. Not that he was begrudging Carly’s boys anything. He was happy she remembered that particular emotion but it was plain to see that it was coming back to her. She’d remembered Jason’s friendship, her hatred for Robin Scorpio, her love for her boys.

All the remained essentially was her love for Sonny. He couldn’t compete against that and he knew that.

“I’m delighted, that means they’re coming home doesn’t it?” Lorenzo replied.

Carly nodded. “I was going to have them go back because of Sonny’s trial but I can’t bear to let them go. Besides, Courtney–she needs to be in Port Charles. She and Jason are going through this thing a-and I can’t ask her to keep putting her life on hold like this.”

“You need your family around you right now–with Sonny’s trial starting next week. That’s going to be a tough time for you even without those feelings.”

Carly bit her lip. “I thought…aren’t you going to be there with me?” she asked softly.

Lorenzo hesitated. “I have some business in Central America that came up. I was going to call you tomorrow to let you know that.”

“Oh. Well…that’s okay. I mean…I don’t know what I was thinking…you’ve got more important things than going with me to my estranged husband’s trial.” Feeling really stupid, she sighed. “I probably interrupted something so I’m going to just say goodbye–”

“Carly.”

“What?”

“I’m glad you called,” he told her sincerely. “I’ve even more glad that you remember your love for the boys. I care about you and them and you are important to me. Nothing short of an emergency would tear me away at a time like this,” he assured her.

Her spirits picked up considerably, she smiled. “Is Sage going with you?”

“Normally, she wouldn’t but I don’t trust her here by herself.”

“Why doesn’t she stay with me?” Carly blurted out.

Lorenzo paused and she could hear the amusement in his voice. “Are you really serious?”

“Sure. I…I like her, I do. And I think we understand each other.” Carly curled her legs underneath her. “I could use the company.”

“What about Courtney?” Lorenzo asked.

Carly sighed. “She’s upset about this thing with Jason and I think she’s going to see me as on his side so things aren’t going to be the same between us.” She laughed a little bitterly. “Not that they’re any good now.”

“Carly…I’m sorry. I know how much she means to you.”

“Well…at least one of us does,” Carly remarked a little sadly. She glanced at the clock. “I should…I should go. Morgan probably doesn’t sleep through the night yet and I’m going to need all the rest I can get this weekend.”

“If you were really serious about Sage, I’ll talk to her about it,” Lorenzo told her.

“I am,” Carly assured him. “I’ll…talk to you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Carly.”

“Goodnight, Lorenzo.”

This entry is part 8 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

Song: Fairy Tales and Castles (Lifehouse)

Haye’s Landing

He says he looks in the mirror
And he can’t tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believe him to be

Courtney’s hands were shaking. She crossed them tightly over her chest in an attempt to hide it.

“Did you really drive all the way here to tell me some vicious lie?” she demanded harshly.

Ric shook his head. “You believe me. You know you do. I can see it in your eyes.”

Brian stepped in between them. “Okay. I think you’d better leave.”

“I don’t remember asking your opinion,” Ric replied coolly. “This is between me and her, so back away.”

And he says he walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be

“Why would you say something so horrible?” Courtney demanded. “Because you know I’ll just pick up the phone and call your wife. Why in the world would she take you back after spreading these lies?”

“Go ahead. Call her,” Ric taunted.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Her breathing hitched but she kept the panic hidden. “You’re working some angle here. I doubt you’d come all the way here and not get something out of it.”

“Oh, I’m getting something all right.” Ric stripped off his gloves and stepped towards her. “I’m getting the pleasure of telling Jason’s wife before he can.”

He’s getting closer
To something he can’t understand

Tears stung her eyes but she resolutely kept them from falling. This was a lie. This was a lie and she knew it. She knew Jason–and Elizabeth…as much as they didn’t get along, Elizabeth wouldn’t do this to her.

“You’re a twisted psychopath,” she spat out. “What? Elizabeth finally kick you to the curb for good and now you’re trying to destroy her life?”

“Oh, if only it were that simple,” Ric sighed.

Brian could see Courtney was slowly unraveling and decide it was time this conversation ended. “Okay, I think it’s time you left.”

Cause there’s a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting

“No,” Ric said firmly. He jabbed a finger at Courtney. “Not until she admits it’s true. Not until I know she believes it.”

“I love Jason–he’d never betray me like that,” she retorted. But her voice was unsure and she winced.

“She’s pregnant,” Ric taunted. “With the child you could never give him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he up and left you now. I mean– what would he want with you now that he’s got my wife?” A twisted smile crossed his lips. “After all, you and I both know he was with you because he couldn’t have her.”

He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
And now it’s a long way down

“Jason loves me,” Courtney whispered. She looked away and both men knew she believed Ric’s words. From the news of the pregnancy to the accusation Jason had wanted Elizabeth all along–she believed them.

Brian grabbed Ric’s arm and shoved him towards the door. “Get out,” he snarled. He yanked the door open and threw the well-dressed lawyer out onto the snow-covered ground. “Get out of here–if I find you in this town again, I’ll have you arrested.”

He slammed the door shut and turned to see Courtney frozen in the same spot she’d been since Ric had entered. “Courtney–”

Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive, hey

“He’s right you know,” she said softly. “Part of me always knew it but I ignored it. Jason–he loves children. He’s so good with Michael and he deserves to have children and I can’t give him–”

“Hey, hey…” Brian gripped her shoulders and forced her to sit down. “If this is true…and I’m not saying it is…you not being able to have children…that doesn’t give him the right to break his vows. This isn’t your fault.”

“It’s not true.” Courtney shook her head–her eyes glazed. “It can’t be. I mean…he could have gone back to her if he wanted to. But he proposed to me…he married me.” She licked her lips and met his eyes. “That’s what really matters right?”

“Right,” Brian agreed, even though he had his doubts. He’d seen the way the news had slammed into Courtney–had seen the doubt in her eyes. She thought it was possible. She thought it was possible that her husband had gotten his ex-girlfriend pregnant.

On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand

“What if…what if it is true?” she asked softly. “What if I go home tomorrow and I ask him and he says yes. Yes, he cheated on me and he slept with Elizabeth Webber and now she’s pregnant. What…what do I do then?”

“I really don’t think I can answer that,” he told her. He kneeled in front of her. “Courtney, none of this is your fault. And no matter what you choose to do…I’ll be here for you. You know that right?”

“Okay.” She cleared her throat. “I’m just…I’m not going to think about this. Why don’t…why don’t you go get Michael and I’ll finish dinner.”

“Courtney–”

“Please…I can’t deal with this right now.” She stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. She leaned against the door and slowly slid to the ground, tears soundless slipping down her cheeks.

November 21, 2003

Cameron’s Office

He says his head is filled with
Cartoons and fairy tales

“Do you think this means I’ll get more of my emotions back? Like I did with Robin?” Carly asked.

Cameron shrugged. “Difficult to tell. You’ve told me that the more time you spend around Jason, the more affection you feel. The stronger the friendship feels.”

Carly nodded. “I’m trying to be a good friend to him. You know, he’s been so supportive of me these last few weeks and he’s…” she hesitated. “He’s in a difficult place right now and I’m so worried about him.”

And he’s trapped inside a dungeon of dolls
With smiles on their faces

“What do you mean a difficult place?” Cameron asked. He set aside his notebook. “I only ask because I feel that Jason is your strongest connection to anyone–except for Lorenzo. You talk of Jason almost as often as Lorenzo and I think his life affects yours a great deal.”

Carly nodded. “He’s married to my sister-in-law Courtney. She’s in Haye’s Landing with my boys. She’s my best friend except I don’t…I feel more loyalty to Jason and I guess that’s normal since Jason’s been the best friend I’ve ever had and I’ve only known Courtney for about a year.”

“And is there a reason you feel the need to give him your loyalty over hers?”

He’s built a pretty cage
His shows on a beautiful stage
With candy coated prison bars
And chains that look like jewelry

Carly took a deep breath. “Because Jason cheated on her with his ex-girlfriend and now Elizabeth is pregnant.”

Cameron exhaled slowly. “Well. That certainly puts you in a rough place doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Carly sighed. “You have no idea. She’s gonna come to me looking for sympathy and support and I don’t know if I can give it…and mean it.”

Penthouse

Cause there’s a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting

Jason hung up the phone and rubbed his temples. Everything was closing in around him–he could feel it. Sonny’s trial would start in a week or so. Carly was spending a lot of time with Lorenzo Alcazar and while he’d never say it to her, that bothered him.

He had to deal with the warehouse and the rest of the business. Faith was forgetting her place–making deals on their piers, trying to use their network to move drugs.

And somehow in between all of that, he had to find a way to explain to his wife that his ex-girlfriend was pregnant with his child.

He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
And now it’s a long way down

It felt like he couldn’t win. One thing after another in his life and all he really wanted was a few moments to himself when he could just…be.

He opened his desk drawer and pulled out the pregnancy book he’d found at the store the previous day. It was the match to Elizabeth’s and he felt almost guilty for having it in the penthouse where he lived with his wife.

He’d meant what he’d said. He wanted to be a father to his child–in every way possible.

But would Courtney let him? Was he ready to sacrifice his marriage for his child?

Studio

Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive, hey

Elizabeth stood outside the heavy steel door, exhausted after an early morning shift. She stared at the notice pinned to her door and only managed a sad sigh.

An eviction notice. Her building had been condemned.

“Guess being late on that rent isn’t going to matter,” she murmured. She fished her key out of her purse and slipped it into the lock.

She just couldn’t win.

On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand

She dropped her things on the work table and collapsed onto the couch, pulling a blanket over her and curling into a ball. All she wanted to was sleep.

She’d deal with this later.

Haye’s Landing

Cause he lives inside
A fairy tale sand castle now

Brian loaded the last suitcase into the back of Courtney’s car. “Are you sure you want to take it all before…before you’re sure?” he asked.

Courtney shook her head. “It’s not true. Brian…you don’t know Jason. He wouldn’t do this to me. Ric’s lying. That’s what he does. He lies to everyone.”

“Courtney…” he sighed and looked away, his hands on his hips. “I just…I’m sorry that you even have to doubt him for a second. That’s not fair to you.”

“No,” Courtney agreed. “It’s not.”

And there’s room inside
For false expectations and illusions

She took a deep breath and looked towards the front of the car where Michael and Morgan were already belted into the backseat.

“I appreciate the way you’ve been…treating me,” she told him. “You’ve been a good friend and…you’ve been good to Michael. It means a lot to me and I wanted to thank you.”

“If you need me…I’m here.” He stepped towards her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Goodbye,” she said faintly.

Carly’s House

Cause there’s a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting

Jason sipped his beer and watched as Carly straightened one of the pillows on the couches. “It looks fine.”

“Yeah. I’m just…I’m nervous. I so want to look at my children and feel the love I remember.” She sat down and took a deep breath. “But if it doesn’t happen, I refuse to be disappointed. Cameron thinks I’m making good progress. We talked about my visit with Sonny, about the feelings about Robin…about you.”

He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
And now it’s a long way down

“About me?” Jason echoed. “What about me?”

“We talked about how worried I am about you. I know…I know you’re telling her tonight,” Carly told him quietly.

“I have to. Elizabeth has a doctor appointment next week and I want…I want to be there.” He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. “When I went to talk to her about all of this, she was reading a book about pregnancy and I bought the same one.”

“Oh…Jase…” Carly sighed.

Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive, hey

“I told her that I want to be there for her–throughout the pregnancy and afterwards. I want to be in the baby’s life. She’s worried about Courtney and I can understand that. Courtney’s going to be angry and she might…she might not want me to be as involved as I want to be.”

“And if that happens?” Carly prompts.

“I just have to know how far I’m going to go in order to do that. I made a mistake, Carly. It was a mistake and we both know that. But this child should not have to pay for that.”

On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand

The door burst open then and an exuberant Michael flew over the doorstep and into his mother’s arms. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”

Carly squeezed him tight and closed her eyes. “Hey, baby.” Her fingers threaded through his shaggy red hair and tears sprang into her eyes.

“I missed you so much, Mommy. Are you feeling better?” Michael asked.

Carly pulled away and kissed his forehead. “So much better now that you’re here.”

Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive, hey

Jason stood as Courtney gingerly stepped over the doorstep, Morgan cradled in her arms. She managed a weak smile before handing the baby to his weeping mother.

Not even noticing Carly’s tearful reaction to her children, she stepped towards her husband. “I have to talk to you,” she said softly.

He nodded. “Yeah, I have to talk to you, too.” He pulled her into the kitchen.

On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand

Carly cradled Morgan tightly, unable to stop the flow of tears streaming down her cheeks. There it was. She was so scared that it wouldn’t come back that she hadn’t really prepared herself for the possibility it would.

She loved her boys. Her sweet Michael, good-natured and well-adjusted despite his tough life. And her tiny little Morgan, with his cherubic face and tiny hands.

His hand wrapped around her pinky finger and his eyes opened–clear brown eyes so like his father’s. “Hey, it’s Mommy,” she whispered. “Mommy.”

Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive, hey

Courtney wrapped her arms around herself and stared out the back window. The drive had been long–both the boys had napped and she’d only had her thoughts to keep her company.

“Ric came to Haye’s Landing Wednesday night,” she said softly.

Jason froze–just as he was opening his mouth to tell her about Elizabeth. “What?”

On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand

“I was making dinner for Michael and Brian Beck–you met him the one time you came to see us,” she continued in the same quiet tone. “Michael really likes Brian–he took him sledding and played video games with him.”

“Courtney, I–”

“Ric came to the door and I think he scared Michael a little because you know, he saw him kidnap Carly last summer. So I sent him upstairs and I told Ric he had five minutes and then he had to leave.”

Cause on and on and on he goes
Dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive, hey

Courtney turned slowly. She wanted to look into his eyes when she said this. She wanted to see his immediate reaction.

She needed to know.

“And he told me that you had slept with Elizabeth and that she was pregnant.”

Oh, God. Oh, God. Her lower lip trembled and she saw the way he swallowed and looked away.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” she asked, almost inaudibly.

On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “It’s true.”

And castles made of sand

March 13, 2014

I’m working on the next part of Shadows, but it’s turning out to be somewhat long. Would you rather I stop now (about 11 pages, 4000 words) and have four parts or continue so it’s about 8000 words, which is closer to 20 pages, and keep to three parts? Please reply and let me know.

I’m looking for a beta reader for A Few Words Too Many. If you’re interested, please reply and let me know.

 

 

This entry is part 7 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

Chapter Six

Kelly’s

Of all of the worst possible things Jason could have said at that moment, telling Ric the baby’s paternity was definitely at the top of the list.

Elizabeth could see the moment the truth sunk into Ric’s eyes. The bitter disappointment. And then the anger.

“You cheated on me?” he asked scathingly. He took a step towards her but Jason stepped in front of her.

“Back off.”

“We are separated, Ric, I can screw whoever I want!” Elizabeth shot back. “I notice our marriage vows didn’t exactly stop you from committing various felonies.”

“He’s only going to hurt you, Elizabeth, he doesn’t care about anyone but Sonny.”

“Funny, I thought that was you,” she tossed back. “Get out. We’re closed.”

“No–”

Jason grabbed Ric’s elbow and propelled him towards the door. With one swift move, Ric was thrown out and landed on his ass in the courtyard.

When Jason had shut and locked the front door, she slugged him in the arm. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she exploded.

He glared at her. “He was sitting here yelling at you and making demands and all you had to do was tell him the truth–”

“So he can go tell everyone what a home wrecking slut I am?” Elizabeth yelled. “Damn it, Jason, the first person he’s going to head for is Courtney.”

“He doesn’t know where she is and you’re not a slut or a home wrecker.” Jason dragged a hand through his hair. “Courtney and I were having a lot of problems. We were constantly fighting–”

“That’s no excuse. I wasn’t fighting with her and I knew you were engaged.” She put a hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. “God, how am I supposed to look people in the eye now? I was giving myself time–I wanted to tell people slowly, you know, but no, you obviously have no common sense!” she seethed. She smacked him in the arm again. “Ric is the worst person to have this kind of information.”

“Elizabeth, people were going to find out whether we tell them or Ric does,” Jason tried to assure her but she was already across the room, muttering.

“I have to call Emily–she’ll never forgive me for this, I swear. Oh, God and Lucky. And my grandmother–” she groaned. “God damn it, Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” he tried to apologize. “Maybe you should calm down a little. I don’t think stress–”

“Oh, don’t you tell me to calm down,” Elizabeth retorted. She snatched up the phone, glaring at him all the while. “Stupid jerk, getting all possessive.” She punched in a number and slapped the phone to her ear, still glaring at Jason. “Hey, Em? Call me when you get this message and do not, I repeat, do not talk to Ric. Just walk away when you see him, smack him, shoot him, I don’t care. Just don’t talk to him. I need to be the one to tell you, not him.”

She hung it up and started to dial another number but he took the phone from her grasp and hung it up. “Elizabeth, you’re overreacting.”

“Hardly,” she snorted. “Your sister happens to be friends with your wife or did you miss that? I just want to make sure the people in my life hear it from me and not my psychotic jealous husband, if that’s okay with you.” But she didn’t pick the phone up again.

“I’m not sure when I can tell Sonny,” Jason told her. “He’s getting together his defense and I don’t think this is something that I should…tell him right away.”

“Look, that…I understand that. I didn’t exactly expect you to run and tell anyone. It’s a little more tricky for you. I’ll just get a bad reputation, you might end up…” She broke off abruptly. “Anyway, I’ll just…I’ll tell Emily tomorrow and call my grandmother. That should take care of Ric’s targets.”

Docks

Fuming, Ric strode towards his apartment, his hands jammed in the pockets of his coat. He’d been making progress with her–he could sense it. That night at Jake’s, all of their subsequent meetings.

When the hell had she slept with Jason Morgan and more importantly, why?

Jason was married but it was common knowledge that Courtney was out of town and had been since Carly’s shooting. They hadn’t made a concentrated effort to find her because she hadn’t been a witness and she had no real testimony to offer.

But maybe it was time they found Sonny’s sister.

Haye’s Landing

“And then I fell into the snow but Brian picked me up and then I fell again but we finally got the sled all the way up the big hill and man, Aunt Courtney, we went so fast, all the snow and the trees were passing by in a huge blur–”

Courtney was only half listening to Michael as he chattered on and on about his afternoon of sledding. She hadn’t heard him this excited in a long time. He hadn’t had a lot to be happy about what with the kidnapping and all of the problems Sonny and Carly had been having.

She knew he liked the little town and so did she but she was going to tell Jason and Carly she wanted to come home. The longer she spent away from Jason, the more she thought about their problems and she didn’t want to concentrate on that anymore.

She didn’t want to see Brian Beck and have him make her feel all these strange feelings. She was a married woman and it was just…it was the distance that was making her feel this way. She knew Jason’s life–knew the limitations, knew that there were things she didn’t like but couldn’t change. She knew all of this.

So why was it bothering her now?

“Aunt Courtney, can Brian come to dinner before we leave?” Michael asked. He tugged on her shirt sleeve. “Aunt Courtney?”

“Sorry, Michael, what did you say?” Courtney asked. She folded her legs underneath her and twisted on the couch.

“I asked if Brian could come to dinner before we leave. I told him we was leaving on Friday and that I’d really miss him but then he said we’d be back and then I told him we were moving back home.” Michael shook his head. “He seemed kind of sad about that so I invited him to dinner and he said it was okay as long as it was okay with you.” He bounced up and down. “So is it okay?”

“Sure,” Courtney replied. She tousled his hair. “Now don’t you think it’s a little late for you to be up big guy?”

Michael yawned. “I am tired. I wanna go sledding again.” His face fell. “I probably won’t be able to go anymore, huh?”

“There are hills in Port Charles,” Courtney told him. “Jason can take you.”

Michael wrinkled his nose. “Jason’s busy all the time now.”

“But he’ll make time for you,” Courtney promised. She stood and tugged him off the couch. “Come on, we’ll check on your brother and then you can help me lock up for the night.”

“Because I’m the man of the house right?” Michael asked as he followed his aunt up the stairs.

“Right,” Courtney replied, amused. “Did Jason tell you that when he called earlier?”

“Nope. Brian told me. He said that I’m the man of the house and I have to protect you and Morgan because that’s when men do. They protect the people they love.” Michael threw his arms around his aunt unexpectedly. “I love you, Aunt Courtney.”

Courtney wrapped her arms around her nephew. “I love you, too, Michael.”

November 18, 2003

— Port Charles County Jail —

Carly twisted her hands nervously as she waited for a guard to bring Sonny into the room to see her.

She hadn’t seen him since that night and even that it was a blur. She’d been in the coma for almost a week and as far as she knew, Sonny had been arrested the night of the shooting and he’d been here ever since.

Except for that one phone call, there’d been no contact between them. She felt that she was ready to see him though. She’d made good progress this week with Cameron. He’d been amused that her first emotions were her irritation towards Robin Scorpio and he’d encouraged to her to meet with Sonny.

And now, here she sat. She heard some shuffling feet and then Sonny sat in front of her, in prison blues, his hands handcuffed.

She took a deep breath. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sonny shifted. “You look…you look good.”

“I wish I could say the same.” Carly pushed her hair behind her ear. “The boys are coming into town tomorrow. I haven’t…I haven’t seen Morgan yet so I’m looking forward to that.”

“How…Jason mentioned you were seeing someone about…how is that going?” Sonny asked, slightly uncomfortable.

“It’s…it’s going okay. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, a lot of talking about who I used to be, who I am now and who I want to be.”

“Has Alcazar been bothering you?” Sonny demanded, sitting up straight. “Every time I try to ask Jason, he brushes me off–”

“Lorenzo is not bothering me. I…he’s a friend, Sonny. And he’s been good to me. I won’t–I won’t apologize for that.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “Sonny, I can’t keep living my life with your rules. Yes, he was your enemy but you left the business and Lorenzo…he’s not pushing for it. Jason supports me.”

“What is he to you?” Sonny demanded. “Why do you defend him so much?”

“I fight for the people I care about,” Carly replied. “That’s Jason, that’s the boys, that’s Courtney, that’s you and yes, that’s Lorenzo.”

“I thought you didn’t feel a connection to anyone,” Sonny accused. “What? You just magically got it back?”

Carly exhaled forcefully. “Sonny, I don’t wanna do this with you. I just…I want to make this right for everyone but I’m beginning to think that’s impossible. I am trying so hard not to hurt you, or hurt Lorenzo but I’m the one who needs to matter here. So, I am through protecting everyone.”

“Don’t you want to work this out?” he demanded. “We have a family, Carly–”

“You abandoned us,” Carly said flatly. “I don’t need my emotions to remember that. We were supposed to be a family but that didn’t matter to you. What? Now that I might not love you anymore, you suddenly want it back? Don’t insult me, Sonny.”

She stood. “I hope you get the help you’re looking for, because it’s glaringly obvious that I can’t provide it.” She yanked her coat on. “You don’t get to have it both ways.”

“Wait, Carly–” Sonny rose. “Just–I’m sorry–”

She ignored it and made her escape. Once she was outside the visitor’s room, she leaned against the wall and took in a deep shaky breath.

Carly squeezed her eyes shut against the onslaught of tears. She’d wanted to touch him for a moment–to see if maybe it would bring something back. But the longer she was numb towards him, the more and more she was beginning to think she didn’t want to bring it back.

Kelly’s

Emily shook her head. “I still can’t believe this, Elizabeth. This…it’s unreal.”

Elizabeth refilled Emily’s coffee and sighed. “You sure you’re not mad?”

Emily reached over and squeezed her hand. “You are my friend. Not Courtney. You are the one that I want to be okay with this. Am I disappointed in Jason? Yes. But I know part of him is happy to be having another child and I get to be happy for that part.”

“I just…I wish I knew what I was doing here. I’m waiting around for Jason to tell Courtney and part of me…I just feel so bad for her. I know it’s like to be the one who gets cheated on and it’s so much worse for her…I mean…they were engaged and now they’re married–”

“You know she can’t conceive right?” Emily asked, careful to keep her voice quiet. “Because of the miscarriage.”

“Yeah.” Elizabeth shifted uncomfortably. “Jason told me.”

“So…if she goes off on you, you might…just let her. She’s gonna be mad and she’s gonna pissed, but honey, she has a right to be, okay?”

“I know.”

“But I’m on your side and so will Nikolas and Lucky as soon as you tell them.”

“It’s not them I’m worried about. I haven’t…” Elizabeth hesitated. “I haven’t told my grandmother yet. I don’t know how. She’s going…she’s going to be really disappointed in me.”

“Aww, honey…” Emily sighed. “It’s going to be okay.”

“I somehow doubt that.”

Haye’s Landing

Michael tugged on Brian’s hand and pulled him inside the house. Brian hesitated just inside, his eyes taking in the various suitcases and boxes scattered around the living room.

“I thought it was a visit,” he said to Courtney who entered the living room through the kitchen.

“We…I’m tired of being away from home,” Courtney said faintly. “You made me realize that I’ve been doing too much for my sister-in-law and not for myself. Thank you.”

“Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” Brian said. He looked at Michael. “You excited about going home, big guy?”

“Yeah, I miss my mommy and my uncle Jason but I’m gonna miss you. I wish you lived in Port Charles,” Michael pouted. He pulled Brian over to the television that still had his Xbox hooked up to it. “Come play with me.”

“You can always come back to visit,” Brian told him. “I’m gonna miss you too.” He took the paddle Michael was offering him but looked at Courtney. “Do you need any help with dinner?”

Courtney shook her head. “It’s about done. I’m just going to go make sure Morgan’s still asleep and then we can eat so…don’t get too involved with the game.”

She moved past them and started up the stairs.

The game screen was just loading when someone knocked on the door. “You set the options, I’ll get it,” Brian told Michael. He stood and set the paddle down before crossing to the door.

A well-dressed dark-haired man was standing on the doorstep. He frowned at Brian. “Who are you?”

“I think that’s my line,” Brian remarked. “Michael, do you know this man?”

Michael scrambled to his feet and bounded over to Brian’s side. He immediately stepped behind him. “That’s Ric,” he said in a tiny voice.

Not liking Michael’s reaction, Brian scowled. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to speak with Courtney,” Ric remarked. “I’m Ric Lansing. Who are you?”

“Lansing, huh?” Brian nodded, having come across that name in his research. “What do you want with her?”

“It’s about her husband,” Ric replied. “Could you just get her?”

Not taking his eyes off Ric, Brian called. “Courtney, you better get down here.”

A few moments later, Courtney came down the steps and joined Brian at the door, her eyes immediately going flat. “Michael, go upstairs now.”

“But–”

“Go,” Courtney ordered. Michael reluctantly left the room and Ric waited until he heard a door shut upstairs.

“There’s something you need to know–”

“What the hell are you doing here and how did you find me?” Courtney demanded.

“Can I come in?” Ric asked.

She wouldn’t normally but Brian was here and reassured her. She stepped back. “Five minutes.”

“I had the pleasure of speaking with your husband Monday night,” Ric began. He slid his jacket off and folded it over his arm. “My wife was there as well.”

Courtney tensed at the idea, but took a deep breath. “They’re friends. Everyone knows that.”

“Friends don’t usually claim paternity of each other’s child either,” Ric said coolly.

Courtney blinked and swallowed hard. “What the hell does that mean?”

Ric snorted. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? It means that your wonderful loving and perfect husband slept with my wife and now she’s pregnant.”

 

This entry is part 6 of 34 in the I Shall Believe

Chapter Five

Limousine

Sage Alcazar examined the polish of her freshly done nails. “Where are we going again?”

“Dinner,” her uncle remarked.

“Uh huh. With who?” she asked in a bored tone. She fished through her purse and removed her compact. She flipped it open and peered into the small mirror to check her makeup. She was planning on taking off after the food and tracking down the scrumptious Dillon.

“Sage.”

She knew that tone. Her father had had that tone. She snapped the compact shut and turned a bright smile on her uncle. “Come on, Uncle Zo. I appreciate the fact you’re trying to get in good with the woman but do I really have to be here?”

“She asked to meet you. Sage, Carly is very important to me. And she wants to…look, this is progress. She wants to be part of my life and since you are the only family I have, she wants to meet you.”

“You really like her don’t you?” Sage said quietly.

“Yes. So if you could maybe wait to showcase your usual sparkling personality for the next meeting?” he asked.

“Sure. If I can have a late curfew,” Sage negotiated. She grinned. “Come on, Uncle Zo. I have a date.”

“A date?” Lorenzo asked amused. “Does the boy know?”

“Not yet.”

Kelly’s

Elizabeth nodded. “Right, Dr. Meadows. Uh huh. I want to make an appointment for next week. Yeah…I’ve been reading the material you gave me. Will the father be there? Um…let’s just play that by ear okay?”

She hung it up after confirming the time and turned around to see a stricken Zander. “Elizabeth–”

“Hey, Zander, what’s wrong?” she asked, worried. She stepped forward. “Are you okay?”

“I…you’re pregnant,” he fumbled. She paled. “Elizabeth, I want you to know that no matter what–”

“Oh, Zander, no no…” She took a deep breath and shook her head. “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

He hesitated and remembered something she’d told him a few weeks ago. “Are you going to tell him?”

She frowned. “Tell who?”

He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “You know…Ric. You told me about that night at Jake’s when you two were–”

“Oh, God, no,” she felt her stomach lurch at the memory. “That was a big mistake. Huge. Enormous. Massive. And he doesn’t have anything to do with this.”

Zander raised his eyebrows. “What? Was it the immaculate conception or something?”

Elizabeth chewed on her lip. She knew she could trust Zander but she still wanted to keep this to herself–at least until Jason had a chance to tell Courtney. “Could you ask me that next week?”

“Yeah. Elizabeth, you and me…we’re friends right?” Zander told her. “You can trust me.”

“I know. But this news…someone else has to know before I can tell anyone else and even then…I want to keep it to myself for as long as possible.”

“That bad, huh?” Zander nodded. “Well, unless you could make my day and have it be Nikolas…” he trailed off with a fake hopeful look.

“Sorry. Maybe next time.” She tied her apron back on and fished out her order pad. “Did you want anything?”

“Actually, a cup of coffee would be good.”

Carly’s House

Sage wrinkled her nose at the plate of cheese pizza Carly placed in front of her. “Well, I hope you have other skills,” she muttered under her breath.

Lorenzo kicked her under the table and she glared at him. Carly flushed a little. “My…husband did the cooking,” she told her. She pressed her lips together firmly, determined not to let the girl’s obvious acidic attitude bother her. She was important to Lorenzo and Lorenzo was important to her. She frowned. Lorenzo was friend. There, that sounded better.

“So, where is your hus–OW!” Sage yelped. “Damn it, Uncle Zo.” She glared at him. “Will you quit it?”

“I’m sorry, Carly. Sage tends to come on strong.”

“She’s blunt,” Carly said dryly. “My husband is in jail for trying to kill your uncle and shooting me. Any other questions?”

“You got kids?” Sage asked. “Because I don’t do sisters.” She moved her legs out of the way before her uncle could give her shins another beating.

“I have two boys,” Carly said, ignoring the sisters comment. Because sisters would indicate that there something that was going to happen between herself and Lorenzo and right now, she couldn’t think about that. “Michael is almost seven and Morgan is…three weeks old.”

“Where are they? Are they ugly?” Sage inquired. She folded her legs underneath her as to completely escape a beating.

“They’re out of town with their aunt. We thought it might be a little tough on Michael with his father being on trial so we’re trying to spare him.”

“So a friend of mine told me that you couldn’t remember anything after your coma,” Sage said with a bright conversational tone.

Carly was now highly amused. This girl didn’t pull any punches and had an attitude to boot. She smiled. “Not exactly. I remember people, places, things but there’s no connection to them. It’s like…looking at pictures of other people’s lives.”

Sage nodded. “That’s gotta suck.” She chewed on a bite of pizza and drank some soda. “So–”

“Sage, why don’t you eat your dinner for a while?” Lorenzo said with a charming smile.

Sage rolled her eyes. “You know, for an international criminal, you’re awfully uptight,” she observed. She shifted her legs–they were starting to fall asleep underneath her. “I mean, it’s not like the woman doesn’t know you’re gone over her–OW! Son of a bitch,” she yelped. “Stop kicking me!”

Carly laughed then. “Lorenzo, don’t kick her anymore. She’s not bothering me. And it’s not like you haven’t told me how you feel.” She flushed and looked away.

Sage grinned. “Okay. I’ve passed the test. She likes me. Can I go stalk Dillon now?”

Carly raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “Stalk Dillon? As in Quartermaine? As in the boyfriend of the commissioner’s daughter?”

“It’s negotiable,” Sage sighed. “We’re at a deadlock though right now. I do not understand what men see in little whiny waifs. I mean, he could have a real women like me.”

“Sage,” Lorenzo warned. “How old are you again?”

“Seventeen,” Sage remarked without batting an eye. “And he’s eighteen. What’s the ish?”

“Some men like a girl they can take care of,” Carly confided. “One of my worst enemies ever was Robin Scorpio–the commissioner’s niece. You think Georgie is a whiny waif? She snorted. “You never met Saint Robin.”

Her eyes lit up and she looked at Lorenzo. “Oh my God. I just…wow, when I thought about Robin, I felt the irritation. I remember how much I hate her and…” she pressed a hand to her chest. “I can feel it.”

He reached over and squeezed her other hand. “That’s great. You’re starting to get it back.”

Sage nodded. “Right. Great. Can we get back to me? I wanna go.”

“Sure, go ahead. Just be back at the apartment by eleven.”

“Uncle Zo,” Sage whined.

“Midnight and no later,” Lorenzo relented. Sage jumped and hugged her uncle.

“Night. See ya, Carly, it was nice to meet you.” She was out the door before anyone could say anything.

Carly stood and started to clean the paper plates. “I’m sorry about the pizza. I tried to make pasta but I burned the sauce.”

Lorenzo followed her into the kitchen. “Carly, you didn’t have to do this at all. We could have gone out.”

She threw out the plates and set the glasses in the sink. “No, I–I wanted to do this. I met with Dr. Lewis today and we were talking about my life before Port Charles.” She turned around and leaned against the sink. “I used to be the equivalent of trailer trash,” she said without shame. “But I used to be able to take care of myself. I was never the world’s best cook but I could…I was independent. And Sage reminds me a lot of who I used to be.”

“Who you are now isn’t so bad either,” Lorenzo pointed out.

“No,” Carly allowed. “But who am I now is the estranged wife of a mob kingpin. I have a club I barely manage, a son that I let a nanny raise, another son I haven’t even seen…I don’t like my life, Lorenzo and I want to work on that before…” she took a deep breath. “Before I throw myself into anything new, you know?”

He nodded. “I’m not in any hurry, Carly.” He brushed her hair behind her, his fingers lingering on her shoulder, the touch sending tingles down her spine. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes–Marcella being the biggest one. And I’d like…I think I’d like a new start too.”

Carly smiled. “That sounds just fine to me.”

Kelly’s

“Excuse me–has Dillon Quartermaine been in here tonight?”

Elizabeth glanced up from the pot of coffee she was making to see a pretty brunette sitting at the counter. “Who’s asking?”

“Sage…Sage Alcazar,” the girl said. “Why?”

“He was in earlier with his girlfriend but he left about a half hour ago.” Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. “You’re Lorenzo Alcazar’s niece right?”

“Yes,” Sage remarked coolly. “And you are?”

“Elizabeth Lansing,” Elizabeth replied.

“Ah…the psycho’s ex-wife,” Sage nodded knowingly. “You still using his last name?”

“Only until the divorce is final.”

“Well, if Dillon comes in, let him know I was looking for him.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

Sage sauntered out and Elizabeth finished the coffee. The diner was empty but she was still an hour away from closing so she sat at the counter and pulled the pregnancy book from her apron.

A few minutes later, she heard the door swing open and she hastily shoved the book back in her apron. “What do you want?” she asked Ric.

“A cup of coffee.”

She rounded the counter and got it for him. “Here.”

“Elizabeth, you know I’ve been doing a good job as the ADA,” he began, taking a seat at the counter. She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, so?”

“So…I’m changing. I’m reorganizing my life. And I’m serious. I want to make you a priority.”

She sighed. “Ric, we’re in the middle of the divorce. Just sign the papers and leave me alone.”

“Look, marriage is tough and a lot of couples have trouble in the first year–”

“A lot of new wives don’t find a woman chained to a wall inside a secret room,” Elizabeth observed. “A lot of wives don’t nearly die from a pulmonary embolism caused by an overdose of the birth control their husband is drugging them with so they don’t conceive. Tell me, Ric, is there something I’m missing here?”

She moved out from behind the counter and started to put chairs on top of tables.

“I’m not denying any of those things. What I did was unforgivable and I’m not asking to be forgiven, Elizabeth. I know better.” He caught her elbow. “You are the only person who’s ever loved me, Elizabeth.”

“Ric…” Elizabeth sighed.

“I just…I want a chance to prove to you how much I love you. How much I’ve changed. I know you still love me, Elizabeth. You’d wouldn’t have made love with me last month if you didn’t still feel the same way.”

“I told you. Love isn’t the problem. And that was a mistake,” she told him. “I was having a bad night and we’d both been drinking. It shouldn’t have happened.”

“Okay, so why can’t we just try and take this slow?” he asked her. He slid her hair away from her face. “I love you so much. I just…I want another chance.”

She could feel herself weakening so she took a step back. “Ric, you should go.”

He saw the book poking out from her apron and he reached for it. He recognized it–and his heart lifted when he realized he was right. His eyes lit up and he looked at her with a bright smile. “Elizabeth–you’re pregnant.”

She snatched the book back from him. “Leave now.”

He followed her across the room. “Why didn’t you say something? Elizabeth, this is what I’m talking about. We can be a family–we can have another chance–”

“Ric, just leave me alone, okay?” she demanded. She continued the process of closing the diner.

“Elizabeth, why are you pushing me away when you need me the most?” he demanded. “We’re having a baby–”

I’m having a baby,” she said, knowing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Please leave.”

He took her by the elbow. “This is my child, too–”

“Get your damn hands off of her.” Jason jerked Ric away and he was halfway across the room in a second. “You don’t put your hands on her.”

“Jason, I’m fine,” Elizabeth said, extremely glad to see him. “Really.”

“Jason, this isn’t any of your business,” Ric seethed. “This is between me and my wife.”

“I’m not your wife,” Elizabeth shot back. “This has nothing to do with you–”

“Elizabeth, you’re pregnant–you need me–”

“I don’t need anyone,” she retorted.

“You don’t get to decide this–that’s my child–”

“The hell it is!” Jason interrupted. He glared at Elizabeth and she just glared right back. “Why didn’t you just tell him?”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to shout from the rooftops,” she said scathingly.

Ric frowned. “What in the hell is going on here?”

“Nothing,” Elizabeth said. “Just get out.”

“If you think you’re getting a divorce now, you’ve got another thing coming,” Ric challenged. “If you’re going to shut me out of this, I’m going to sue for full custody–”

“Good luck doing that when it’s my baby!” Jason shot back. Elizabeth gaped at him.

Ric blinked. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s not your kid, it’s mine.”

March 12, 2014

In Progress Stories

Shadows – Part 3 is coming along slowly because the scenes are longer than I had anticipated, so it’s going to be more like this weekend, which is frustrating because I want it done, but oh well 😛

Daughters – Working on editing the chapters, but I won’t be posting them starting March 17. I’m going to wait until all the chapters are edited and I finish the last three so I can post in spurts and also cross this one off the list.

Tangle – Working out my rewrite, and hope to be posting sometime in May.

A Few Words Too Many – The rewrite is going really well so far, I may move posting up to April if it keeps rolling along, and post that instead of Daughters or Tangle.

These Small Hours – I’m reworking my original outline, it feels a little dated and missing some elements so it’s slated to return in late May, early June.

Other Stories Planned

Mad World – Working on the revisions, and hope to have it back in late summer.

Fallen From Grace – Plan to have it back in the fall. I’m working on it when it feels like being written, but I don’t plan on posting it until I’ve completed it.

Life for Rent – Plotting out the second two stories, and will be working on them off and on. Two stories left, will be posted when completed. No planned return date.

Damaged – In the very early stages. No planned posting date.

Heaven Forbid – In the early plotting stages. No planned posting date.

Burn in Heaven – Waiting until Few Words Too Many is completed, but tenative plot plans are in mind as I’ve been working on these off and on for years.