August 10, 2018

Hey, it’s time again — what’s going in my writing and at Crimson Glass in general. I try to do these every couple of months so you can see what I’m working on. If you have a question about something that I didn’t cover here, please feel free to ask!

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  • I’m doing some behind the scenes work — fixing broken links, cleaning up the Workshop and the discarded material. Just some under the engine work y’all probably won’t notice.
  • I have lot of plot sketches and material for stories I ended up not pursuing, and I want to find the best way to post this material for you guys. It’s been kind of set off on the page in the side and it’s been a list of posts.

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August 3, 2018

Today is the last day of my Flash Fiction Marathon — making up for Bittersweet going back on an unscheduled hiatus. I decided to finish the marathon with a bang — a 60 minute timed update for Fool Me Twice. I’m going back to my original plot for the story because it turns out I actually mostly liked it. So I’ve added Part Eight. You can read the first seven chapters on the Flash Fiction page.

 

This entry is part 8 of 13 in the Flash Fiction: Fool Me Twice

Written in 51 minutes 😛


Jason and Elizabeth were shown into Drew’s office without another word—which Elizabeth appreciated as she knew the brothers hadn’t really come to terms with anything that had transpired over the last four months—particularly the fact that Sam had opted to officially divorce Jason and remarry Drew.

Drew raised his brows with some curiosity when Elizabeth came in, followed by Jason. “Hey. Is Jake okay? The boys?”

“They’re, ah, fine.” Elizabeth realized her hands were shaking and she turned to Jason. “Jason and I—we were at my house when we—”

“Franco had the flash drive,” Jason said bluntly. He fished it out of his pocket and set it on Drew’s desk. “I was having Elizabeth’s locks changed and one of the guys stepped on box — this was inside.”

Drew stared at it for a long a moment—a minuscule piece of plastic and metal before raising his eyes to his brother. “You—Franco—”

“He came back from the city today,” Elizabeth said. Though she still wore her white winter jacket and the office was heated, she still felt chilled, and she rubbed her arms. “He put that box down, and he was so angry when he left, I guess he forgot it.” She managed a half smile. “I threw him out.”

“Well, thank God for small miracles,” Drew murmured. He took a deep breath and pressed an intercom button. “Sandy, can—can you tell Sam to come to my office. It’s…an emergency.”

He released the button and reached for the flash drive. “I guess we’re not ready to answer the question of why the hell Franco has—” Drew closed the drive in his fist and shook his head. “Why—”

“I don’t know. It could be a coincidence—” Elizabeth closed her mouth. “But it’s probably not,” she said as both men swung to look at her with some kind of incredulity. “I’m sorry. I have to stop doing that, I know.”

“Drew—” Sam stopped in the open doorway, stared at her ex-husband and her sometimes nemesis. “Jason. Elizabeth.” She looked at her husband, shook her head. “Ah. What’s going on—”

She closed the door and skirted the duo until she joined her husband. “Drew—”

He opened his hand and held it out to her. Sam stared at it, then raised her eyes to his. “The flash drive—” She looked at Elizabeth. “Where—”

“Franco,” Elizabeth said with some irritation. “I don’t know how or why, but we found it with his things today.” She bit her lip. Looked at Jason. “Do you think he’s realized he left it behind yet?”

“I don’t know,” Jason admitted. He looked back to his brother. “I don’t know what to do with it. You could probably talk to Maddox—”

“It’s a flash drive, isn’t it?” Drew murmured. He uncapped it, revealing the small USB metal connector. He slid into the laptop that sat on his desk.

Elizabeth, with a regretful glance at Jason, circled the desk and stood on Drew’s other side. After a moment, Jason joined her—but made sure to stand next to Elizabeth—and far away from his ex-wife.

A folder popped up. There were some weird files without a file type Elizabeth recognized. A subfolder labeled Case Notes. Drew moved the mouse, then took a seat to get a better view.

He opened the folder and found several documents. His own name—Andrew Cain. Jason Morgan.

“Why—” Elizabeth pressed a fist to her mouth. “Jake’s name—”

“And Franco’s.” Sam traded a glance with Elizabeth. “What do you think that’s about?”

“Well, they’re pdfs so let’s—” Drew clicked on Franco’s first. “It looks like a case summary—subject presented to lab in—that can’t—”

“February 2012.” Sam straightened, locked eyes with Jason. “After he was supposed to be—”

“I guess that explains where he was for the two years he disappeared and we thought he was dead. Does it say—”

“He had memories removed,” Drew murmured. He squinted, trying to scan the small print. “There’s not a note of what—but there’s another—they brought Betsy Frank in a few months later. She had memories removed—and then—” Drew shook his head. “She was given new memories.”

“Why didn’t Andre tell us that you guys weren’t the first—”

“Because we were a different kind of guinea pig,” Jason muttered. “He wanted to see how well memory replacement could work, right?’

“Probably. Though there’s a lot—but I’m willing to bet—” Drew tapped the screen. “These memories—this is Franco knowing who we are.”

“If Franco always knew there was a brother—maybe he always knew it was a twin.” Elizabeth frowned, trying to fit the pieces. “Maybe that’s why he got obssessed with you in the first place, Jason.”

“Yeah, because he couldn’t find the actual brother he grew up with,” Sam murmured. “It still doesn’t explain why Betsy dumped Drew, but—” She exhaled slowly. “That doesn’t really explain why Franco has this—”

“There’s another note here at the end of the file.” Drew looked at Elizabeth with some regret. “He was released and his study was terminated because of an anomaly that developed in his brain.”

“What—” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “The brain tumor. It was because of the experiments.”

Oh, God.

“Which means that he did all of those—”

Her stomach lurched and she pushed past Jason, rushed out of the room.

——

Jason watched her disappear into an adjoining room—thought about going after her, but Drew sighed.

“She’s okay. It’s the bathroom—” Drew printed Franco’s case summary, and then went to the other files in Case Notes and printed the rest. “I’ll read mine, you can read yours—and—”

“I’ll read the rest of Franco’s,” Sam said. “Elizabeth or Jason should read Jake’s.” She crossed to the printer to start scooping the papers up but her hand was trembling. “I don’t understand any of this. How did Patrick miss this? How did he not know the brain tumor wasn’t there all along? How could that they have let him—”

Elizabeth emerged from the bathroom, her face pale, her coat over her arm. “We can make Andre tell the truth now,” she said faintly. “He knows the brain tumor wasn’t there before they started their experiments. We can—we can make the courts listen this time.”

“Elizabeth—” Sam shook her head, looked away. “I think it’s too late for that.” She held out a sheaf of papers. “This is Jake’s case summary.”

“It’s probably about the Chimera,” Drew said, as he took his own file from and handed some more paper to Jason. “Or maybe from Andre’s sessions—”

“It doesn’t look like the—this calls Jake by name.” Skimming the first few paragraphs, Elizabeth sat down in the chair and looked at Jason who hadn’t even glanced at his own file. “Andre says he’s a juvenile subject and he writes about why—why Helena picked him. Why Jake was supposed to kill us all last year.”

Jason leaned over her, trying to read the file behind her. “Why?”

“The Chimera was supposed to kill you and me, Drew. And Jake. Because Helena—Helena didn’t know you weren’t Jason.” Elizabeth swallowed hard, continued to read. “Because Andre was supposed to switch the two of you back. After Helena found out she was dying. He was supposed to terminate the experiment.”

“He failed to mention that,” Drew muttered. “Why did he let me wander around without any memories for a year—”

“Helena wanted to pull the plug because it was taking too long for her revenge.” Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “But Helena died. She sent Jake back to me, thinking that Jason would be there. The Chimera was supposed to be triggered when she died.”

“But it wasn’t for more than a year—” Drew set his file aside. “I don’t understand.”

“Me. It was me she wanted to destroy,” Elizabeth managed to force out. “It doesn’t say why—but she took my son to turn him into a weapon and she suggested you and Drew for Andre’s experiments because of—” Her throat closed. “And she wanted our son to kill us. Failing that, Jason, you were supposed to have a trigger that—”

When she couldn’t continue, Jason reached for the papers she was holding. “It’s a letter to Elizabeth,” he told Drew and Sam. “Explaining everything. That device you had in your head that made you help Faison escape?”

“You have one, too?” Drew said. He managed a wry smile. “Identical in every way except our faces, I guess. And you were supposed to kill Elizabeth.”

“Jesus Christ, that woman was insane. Why would she do all of this after she was gone?” Sam demanded. “Why wouldn’t she want to see her revenge?”

“I bet she was supposed to.” Drew tapped the name of the last file they hadn’t printed. “Cassandra. That was the woman Anna was hunting, remember? That Valentin Cassadine was involved with.”

“You don’t think—”

“You think Helena Cassadine was trying to figure out to supplant entire memories into a new person for the hell of it? I bet she was supposed to be here to watch it in a younger and healthier body.”

“She did this because of me.” Elizabeth got to her feet. “All of this was revenge on me. I don’t—I don’t understand.”

“I bet Andre would know.” Sam tapped her husband on the forearm. “And we need to figure out if your memories can be recovered.” She bit her lip. “I mean, this sucks, Elizabeth. But none of it happened that way. Andre didn’t terminate the experiment. You guys are safe. And I’ll tell you that Helena Cassadine wanting revenge on you and kidnapping Jake and Jason makes a hell of a lot more sense than Victor Cassadine wanting a body guard.”

“And it explains Faison’s involvement,” Jason told Elizabeth. “We should talk to Maddox.”

“You—right, but Franco’s out there. And if the brain tumor wasn’t holding him back—” Elizabeth swallowed. “I want to take the boys somewhere safe.”

“Yeah, I’m with Elizabeth on this. If you broke up with Franco today—and he realizes he left this disk drive laying around—you know he’s going to go for your weak spot.” Sam leaned over and ejected the disk from the computer. “Drew and I can track down Maddox.”

“We can take the boys to Sonny’s,” Jason told her. “You know he’d look out for them, and then I can track down Franco—” He hesitated. “To make sure I know where he is.”

“Good. Good. Let’s do that.” Elizabeth drew on her coat, but somewhere inside of her—she thought they’d already missed something crucial.

——

The elementary school was their first stop, and Jake and Aiden were pretty excited to be signed out of school—until Jake saw his father and he immediately scowled.

Elizabeth ignored his protests, signed the boys out, and then they went to the middle school.

“Cameron Webber,” she said to the secretary behind the desk who looked frazzled and irritated. “I’m signing him out for a family emergency.”

The woman scowled at her and looked past her, at Jason and the boys who had come in with her. “Don’t you people ever talk to each other? I am so tired of you divorced people putting the kids in the middle—”

Elizabeth’s heart started to pound. “Where is my son?” She demanded, leaning forward. “He’s not supposed to leave with anyone who isn’t me or Jason Morgan. And since we are both right here—”

The woman looked down at the sign out log. Just as she started to snatch it off the desk, Elizabeth slapped her hand down on top of it. Because there was her son’s name.

And Franco Baldwin had signed her son out an hour ago.

Her vision dimmed as red filled her line of sight—the rage flared and she reached across the desk and grabbed the woman by her sweater. “Who the hell signed him out?”

“I—”

“Whoa, Mom!”

“Elizabeth—”

“Who let someone who isn’t authorized take my son out of this school?” Elizabeth growled.

“Elizabeth—” Jason stepped up to her and his face settled into granite lines, his eyes sharpened into flint. “Franco signed Cameron out an hour ago?”

“He’s not authorized to pick up my boys.” Elizabeth let the woman loose, and she stumbled back ,gasping for air. She snatched the sign out of sheet from the clipboard.

She had to focus on the rage, had to focus on the anger—because if she stopped to think—

Oh, God. Her baby was with a monster.

A monster she’d allowed into their lives.

“Mom?” Jake asked, hesitantly. “What’s…what’s wrong?”

“Let’s go,” he said to Elizabeth who seemed frozen to the spot. “Let’s get the boys to Sonny’s, and we’ll figure out—”

“I can’t—” Her chest tightened. “I did this. I did this. Carly warned me. They all warned me. Oh, God. Jason—” She closed her eyes. “I can’t breathe.”

Jason tossed a furious glare at the shell-shocked secretary. “We’ll come back and deal with the school later,” he told her. “Let’s—let’s go figure this out. We’ll call Spinelli, okay?”

“Spinelli. He can track Cam’s phone.” Elizabeth let the sign-in sheet paper slide to the floor as she suddenly yanked her phone out of her pocket. “I can do that, too. I can find him—”

But when she tried to locate her sons on the Find Friends app—she saw that Cam’s phone merely said Location Not Available.

“Jason?” Jake said, his blue eyes wide, his arm around his frightened brother’s shoulders. “What’s going?”

“Let’s go to Sonny’s,” Jason said again, and this time Elizabeth followed him, too numb to protest.

August 2, 2018

I added Part 3 to Count on Me. You can find all the previous parts on the Flash Fiction Page. For some reason, after the last Jetpack update, you guys are getting emails with anything I post to CG. I had had it set so you’d only get site news emails and weren’t constantly getting emails when I posted something. I’m going to try to fix it.

I’m working on some back end things so you may get a broken link here or there. I hope to have it all fixed by the end of the weekend.

Tomorrow, I’ll have time to do a 60 minute Flash Fiction, so I’m either going to do Fool Me Twice or Sky is Falling. I haven’t decided which one yet. I might even turn Smoke & Mirrors into a Flash Fiction series because then at least, I’ll write it more regularly and not obsess over it.

Thanks for the feedback so far. I hope these small flash fiction posts are filling the time until Bittersweet comes back!

 

Edited: I think I’ve fixed the emails again so if you’re subscribed, you’ll only get blog posts from this category and not my chapter updates. Thanks!

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the Flash Fiction: Count on Me

Jason left the surly oncologist behind in his office after having been tested for a bone marrow match and went to find Elizabeth or his sister.

He found the latter in the nurse’s hub, clicking furiously at a computer station. When he cleared his throat, she jerked her head up and Jason frowned at her reddened eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Em—”

“Elizabeth told me—” Emily threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. “I can’t believe this! I wasted hours convincing Lucky to come in, trying to get Laura to fly in from Paris—”

“I know.” Jason drew back. “I just got tested—”

“I wish I weren’t adopted,” Emily muttered. “But I called Dad, and he’s getting the grapevine going. Grandfather is excited for another—don’t give me that look, Jase—under normal circumstances, we could have held off telling anyone but—”

“I know, I know. I guess…” Jason shook his head. “I haven’t really taken it in. Where did—”

“She’s meeting with Alexis. Apparently, the hospital is trying to head off a law suit.” Emily bit her lip. “But Jason…I don’t think it was just a mistake.”

Jason tipped his head. “What do you mean? Did that lab tech—”

“No, listen…” Emily bit her lip. “When this all happened, you know Elizabeth told me. I think I was the only other person who knew, right? So when the results came back, I was so disappointed, I sent the results to the lab again—”

Jason frowned. “Then maybe this time it’s a mistake—”

“No, Brad ran it three times—Liz told me—and he’s good at his job. The paternity tests are always run twice as a matter of a policy. So if Brad ran it three times, he actually ran it six times.”

“So if you sent the test back again—” Jason exhaled slowly. “Someone in the lab had to have changed it manually. I don’t understand why anyone would do that—” Something clicked in his head, but he couldn’t quite make it work. Couldn’t figure out why he thought he knew what had happened. It was if he couldn’t quite remember something.

“The only people who knew Elizabeth was pregnant were you and me—we were the only one who knew about the test—” Jason stopped. “Are the lab samples tagged with names?”

“No, but it’s not hard to find out—” Emily twisted a screen to show something to him. “I still have access to the lab mainframe because I did a course there during my intern year. I didn’t have access then or I would have—” She grimaced. “Look—”

Jason shook his head. “What am I—it just looks like a test—”

“You can see where lab results were modified after being created. See this date here? This employee code and initials?” Emily tapped the screen. “Before Brad took over and increased security, a lot of the lab techs used to look up the files of any test marked urgent or given priority.” She sighed. “And your test was given priority because—”

“Because Elizabeth asked her doctor to get the test back as soon as possible because of the divorce, and Kelly is her friend.” Jason exhaled slowly. “So anyone who looked up the names involved—but—” He closed his eyes. “Courtney.”

“Her best friend was Michelle Glenn. She quit like three months later, remember? She and Courtney both moved to Buffalo after you guys broke up. Probably because she knew if this ever came to light, she’d be fired. All she had to do was see your name—”

“And she told Courtney.” Jason scowled. “And that’s why she called me after we got the tests back. We were arguing because she didn’t want kids, and I did. She—” He hesitated. “Anyway, she said she’d changed her mind.”

“But you turned her down, thank God.” Emily sighed. “You know that Dad is going to file charges.”

“Charges?” Jason shook his head. “Look, if it wasn’t a hospital screw up, then I don’t think—”

“Jase, this woman cost you three years with you Jake—and the hospital is going to go after her anyway. They have to, to make an example of her.” Emily blanked out the screen. “Jason—”

“I didn’t lose—” Jason waited a moment, tried to collect himself. “I’ve been there for Jake. For both of them—”

“You know it’s not the same. You’ve been amazing for them, but I’ve watched you get agitated when Elizabeth dated anyone longer than five minutes. If she married again—”

“I get it, Em. But that’s over now.” He shook his head. “And we’ve got bigger problems. Jake is sick. That comes first. If Dad wants to go after Michelle for any of this, then I guess that’d be his right. She was his employee. But I have to worry about Jake right now.”

“I know, Jase. And you know if you need anything from any of us—the Quartermaines are insane, but we stick together. Dad said that he’d collect all the blood relatives in the city limits within twenty-four hours, and you know how he gets.”

“Yeah.” Jason saw Elizabeth stepping off the elevator, followed by the hospital’s lawyer, Alexis Davis. “Hey—”

“Hey.” Elizabeth sighed, shoving her hair out of her face. Wordlessly, Emily handed her a hair tie from her pocket, and the brunette shoved her hair into a messy ponytail piled on top of her head. “Alexis talked to the lab, and—”

“My ex-girlfriend had a friend working in the lab,” Jason said with some bitterness.

“She broke protocol,” Alexis murmured. “Lab technicians shouldn’t be able to access any private information about the samples, but—”

“Well, she did,” Elizabeth said flatly. “They’re going to press charges, and I told them it was fine with me,” She lifted her chin. “And I bet when Lucky finds out that he was on the hook for child support he didn’t have to pay, he’ll probably go after her for theft.”

Emily snorted. “He’d have to pay the child support for it to be theft,” she muttered.

“So what’s next?” Jason asked, but before any of them could answer the question, the elevator doors slid open again and Silas Clay stepped out, paperwork in his hands.

Elizabeth took Jason’s arm, the color leeching from her face. “He must have Jake’s test results. It’s too soon to know if you’re a match.”

Jason put an arm around her shoulder and they waited for the doctor to join them.

August 1, 2018

I’ve separated the Flash Fiction from the Workshop and re-envisioned what the Workshop is going to be. It’s still going to be a place for me to run some ideas past you guys and put older versions of stories (Homecoming is the origin of Smoke and Mirrors, for example). But it’s also going to be a place for me to better organize some of the extra materials I’ve posted here.

I have discarded stories and plot sketches as well as deleted scenes, and though I’ve posted them up until now, I don’t feel like they’ve been easily accessible or explained. So the Workshop is under construction.

I’ve added a new page for Flash Fiction, and organized the series more effectively. I’ll be bringing the other flash fiction series I was working on last year–from Sky is Falling to A King’s Command as well the return of Fool Me Twice, etc.

I’ve also posted another part for Count on Me as well. You can find the first part on the Flash Fiction page and click below to read the second part.

Count on Me – Part 2

This entry is part 2 of 3 in the Flash Fiction: Count on Me

Three years and six months ago, Jason Morgan had stood in this hospital—a few floors down on the surgical floor where Elizabeth had worked as a nurse—and watched her open a thin white envelope with the results of their paternity test.

He’d wanted the baby she’d been carrying to be his—even though it would have complicated everything. Elizabeth was in the middle of a difficult divorce and Jason had still technically been dating someone else—but from the moment she’d told him that she was pregnant and unsure about the paternity, Jason wanted the baby.

She’d looked at him and he’d seen it in her eyes even before her lips formed the words. This baby—who turned out to be a boy—was not his. Paternity belonged to the jackass she was trying to get rid of.

They’d both been disappointed—and the truth seemed to have closed the door they had cracked open the night they’d found each other at a local dive bar, shared a few too many shots of tequila and ended up stairs.

He’d promised to remain her friend, and she’d sworn the same. Her ex-husband had never been much of an active father figure and Jason made sure he was the first call when Elizabeth needed someone to pick her boys up from day care. He was Cameron’s emergency contact at school, had already agreed to be Jake’s when he started pre-school in the fall.

He knew what it was like to grow up without a father—his own biological father hadn’t been around until Jason was almost a teenager and nearly made a ward of the state when his mother had died from cancer.

He didn’t have the title of father—didn’t have the blood—but in his heart, those paternity tests hadn’t meant anything. He was the only father that Jake or Cam really knew.

And now…he saw the doctor tell Elizabeth that Lucky Spencer wasn’t Jake’s biological father—he heard the words—but he couldn’t seem to take them in.

“I don’t—” Elizabeth’s voice rose in pitch. “I don’t understand. What do you mean? We—” Unconsciously, her fingers dug into Jason’s arm and she looked at him, her eyes wide with shock, with confusion. “We had tests—”

Silas Clay squinted and looked back at the lab technician. “Brad, are you sure—”

“I ran the test three times, Liz. I wouldn’t tell you this otherwise.” Brad hesitated. “Did…you had a test here?”

“Before Jake was born—three—” She shook her head. “Jason, you have to get tested. You have to get tested right now, and we need to call everyone in your family—”

“Hey—” Jason put a hand on her shoulders because her words were starting to tumble over one another, making her difficult to understand. “Take a deep breath—”

“All this time! All this time, Jake didn’t—” She choked back a sob. “All this time, Jason—how did this happen—”

“We’ll find out, but Jake comes first.” He drew her to him, pressing her cheek to his chest, tangling his hands in her chestnut curls. “I promise you. But let me go get tested. You call Emily and tell her to stop tracking down Spencers, okay?”

“Okay.” He heard her take in a deep, shuddering breath. “Okay. I’ll go have her paged—she’s around here somewhere.”

Elizabeth wiped her eyes and started down the hallway towards the nurse’s hub where she’d have a colleague page Jason’s sister and her best friend.

Jason looked at the doctor and the tech. “We had tests done here. At General Hospital. What the hell happened?”

“I—” Brad shook his head. “I only took over as the director of the lab last year.” He looked at Silas. “I could look into it, but—”

“Do that,” Silas said with a heavy dose of irritation and impatience. “We’ve been wasting time and resources testing the wrong people because of this screw-up.” He hissed under his breath and jerked his thumb in the other direction. “Let’s go set up a test for you.”

Jason stared at the lab tech another moment. “I want to know what happened,” he said evenly. “And who screwed it up.”

“I’ll do what I can,” Brad murmured, and watched the son of the Chief of Staff follow Silas down the hall. Who the hell fucked up the paternity test of a cop and nurse? He growled as he headed for the elevator.

Once back in the lab, he bypassed the computer files and went straight for the archived paper files in the back room. He fished out a file for Elizabeth Webber and flicked through the paperwork—she’d had the usual lab tests done during both her pregnancies, and it took him a moment to find the single piece of paper with the paternity results.

Sure enough, Jason Morgan had been eliminated as the father of the fetus, but Brad knew that couldn’t be true. He made a copy of the test and then punched in the number of the result into the computer system.

The computer spit back not only the original results—but the file history. Jason Morgan had been given a 99.999996% percentage match with the fetus, but a lab tech had manually changed those results.

“Someone is going to get fired today,” Brad told Ellie Trout, an employee working at the station next to him. She rolled her eyes at him—still smarting over the fact that General Hospital had brought in an outside director of the lab. Well, if this was the kind of screw-ups occurring under the last director—

“I don’t recognize these initials,” Brad said. “This employee id isn’t in use anymore.” He looked to Ellie. “Do you know who MG is?”

“Can’t you just ask personnel?” Ellie said with a smirk. “She doesn’t work here anymore. She quit, like, two years ago. Michelle Glenn.”

“Michelle Glenn—” Brad wrinkled his nose. “Why would she manually change paternity test results?”

Ellie perked up at that. “What? Whose results?” When Brad told her the situation, the redhead’s eyes widened. “Oh…well, that’s simple. Michelle was also Courtney Matthew’s best friend. She happened to be dating Jason Morgan then. I bet she did it for her.”