August 14, 2022

This entry is part 6 of 56 in the Flash Fiction: Watch Me Burn

PCU: Lewis Hall Dorm

Georgie adjusted the strap of her backpag slung over her right shoulder, wincing at the weight of her books. It had been her choice to enroll in summer classes so she could graduate early, she reminded herself, even if it meant she didn’t have much of a social life.

She turned down the hallway to her dorm room, her steps slowing as she saw the vase sitting outside her room. Just as it had a few weeks earlier — only instead of a cluster of fresh red roses—

These were dead.

Georgie stared at it for a long moment, then twisted the knob on her door and pushed it open. Inside the compact room, Chelsea was laying on her side in the bed, a textbook next to her, the stereo on the dresser blasting Carrie Underwood carving her name into leather seats.

She looked up at Georgie’s entrance, shifting into a cross-legged sitting position. “Hey. You’re back already?”

“Library closes at five on Thursdays,” Georgie reminded her. She tossed her bag on the bed, then dug in the bottom drawer of her dresser.

“What are you looking for?”

“These—” Georgie plucked out a pair of gloves. “I always keep a set of winter stuff because the weather is so weird in the fall.” She slid them on, then picked up the vase. “How long have you been home?”

“Uh—” Chelsea squinted at the watch on her wrist. “Got back from the dining hall at like one. No one knocked or anything. Not that I heard—” She stared at them. “Those are dead.”

“Yeah.” Georgie set the vase on the top of the dresser. “Which is weirder than someone sending fresh ones.” She closed the door and Chelsea switched off the music. They stared at the vase for a long moment in silence.

“Maybe Spinelli should get today’s footage,” Chelsea suggested. “And we, um, should look at the other one. He got it, didn’t he?”

“Yeah. He pulled it the day after we talked. ” Georgie sat on her bed, kicked off her sandals, then slid back on her bed. “I’m sure there’s no problem. Frat brothers pulling their usual pranks.”

“Right. Right.” Chelsea smiled weakly, tore her eyes from the dead flowers. “Um, speaking of Spinelli, did you tell him about last week at Kelly’s? What you heard? You said you didn’t know if you were gonna, but—”

“No. I don’t want to be involved.” Georgie unzipped her bag to pull out her notebook and laptop. “What if I have to tell other people what I heard? Lucky and Liz are going to family court, my dad says. He’s been asked to testify as a character witness.”

“Oh. That would mean you’d testify on the other side if it came to it.” Chelsea twirled a piece of her springy brown hair around her finger. “But, like, it’s kind of terrible what you heard. I don’t know any of these people outside of the papers or whatever. I know you do—”

“I’ve known Liz most of my life,” Georgie admitted. “And my sister—” She exhaled slowly. “You know about Lucky and Maxie. Maxie was really mean to Liz for no reason. Lucky was on drugs last year, and he didn’t get clean until he found out Liz was pregnant. After all of that, he’s talking about making her an unfit mother? It just…I don’t want to be involved. It’s not my business. But it sucks.”

“Yeah. And you said Spinelli, like, worships Jason. You helped him get the penthouse ready for Jason to hang out with his kid.” Chelsea tilted her head. “Georgie—”

“I know,” she muttered. She let her head fall back against the wall. “I need to tell Spinelli so he can tell Jason. I’m not having that conversation with Jason unless I have to. Spinelli says Jason’s been with both boys, like, every day. He’s so happy, and Spinelli is, too. And I feel bad knowing this thing that could mess that up.” She plucked her phone out of a pocket in the backpack. “I’ll text him. I need to ask him about the security footage anyway.”

Miller & Associates: Diane’s Office

“And sign here—” Diane slid yet another piece of paperwork across the conference table to Elizabeth.

“Which one is this?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes crossed from all of the legal print she’d already absorbed.

“The petition to have the divorce bifurcated into two parts. One, the legal dissolution of the marital relationship and, two, the custody situation. This would allow your divorce to move forward uncontested and declare you legally single without tying the custody situation into it.” Diane adjusted her glasses. “The custody battle could drag on for months, Elizabeth. You’re not asking for any property or spousal support so there’s no real issue ending the marriage.”

“I didn’t know—” Elizabeth sighed. “This is all so much more complicated than last year. Lucky didn’t fight anything. Jake wasn’t  born yet, so my lawyer told me Lucky could come  back at me when that happened—”

“Lucky didn’t fight for custody of Cameron,” Diane said, with a nod. “Yes, that’s been noted in our custody petition.” She sighed. “I know it’s difficult, but there’s a chance a judge will review all of this paperwork, and you’ll walk away with both boys. Are you prepared for that possibility? If Lucky doesn’t get visitation, a judge isn’t going to order child support for Cameron.”

“That’s fine. I can take care of Cam on my own.” Elizabeth tapped her pen. “And whenever Jason and I settle child support for Jake, anything extra is going into his college fund. I can support them both on my salary.” It would be tight for a while, she acknowledged, but she could do it. She signed the petition, returned it to Diane who had more papers ready.

“This is the last set. It’s Jason’s paternity suit,” Diane explained as Elizabeth flipped through it. “You’re filing in support along with authorization to use the paternity test performed last year. The judge might order a new one if Lucky and his lawyer insists which would drag the whole thing out another six weeks, maybe longer. For the results to come back and set a new date,” Diane added.

“What happens while the paternity suit is pending?” Elizabeth wanted to know. “Does Lucky get to ask for visitation?”

“He can.” Diane paused. “How long since you separated?”

“Hard to say. Um, I testified on August 8. Lucky didn’t come home that day, and I didn’t hear from him until after Jason was acquitted. That was almost a week,” Elizabeth said. “I mean you know that, but—um, I knew where he was staying, but I figured since he didn’t come home, he should be the one to contact me. I didn’t know if he even wanted to talk to me.”

“Fair enough. So you spoke for the first time about two weeks ago. Lucky didn’t ask to see the boys? Even through someone else? Emily or Nikolas?”

“No. And we only spoke once. I waited to move out until after the acquittal to avoid the press. Lucky came over while I was packing. We argued, and he told me to be out by the end of the day.”

“So for the last three weeks, Lucky hasn’t asked to see the boys once.”

“No. That’s—I mean, that’s going to hurt him, isn’t it?”

“It might.” Diane paused. “And Jason? Is he spending a lot of time with Jake?”

“Since he’s been released, as often as I can manage it. Nearly every day. I take the boys over to him, and today—he has them while I’m here.”

“So you and Jason already have an informal custody arrangement—”  Diane made some notes. “He has Cameron as well?”

“It’s just…I guess it’s easier right now. Why should I get another baby-sitter when Jason offers to look after Cameron? Is that going to hurt me? Letting Cam spend so much time with Jake’s biological father?”

“It can be spun either way. Lucky’s lawyer likely will point to you hedging your bets with Jason until he was single and legally exonerated. He’s wealthier than Lucky, of course, which he can point to. You’re giving Lucky’s children to him.”

“I’m not—” Elizabeth huffed. “It’s not that. Cameron loves his little brother. He likes to help me rock Jake to sleep for a nap. And he likes to feed him—he shouldn’t lose any of that because of what’s going on. And he’s always liked Jason—” She stumbled to a stop when she saw Diane smile. “What?”

“In my experience, in cases like these,” Diane said, “the opposing party centers themselves in the narrative. If Lucky means what he said to you, what you’ve heard from others, he’s only talking about he’ll feel if he loses custody of Jake. He isn’t thinking about Cameron. You are. You’re absolutely right. Cameron’s relationship with Jake should be preserved as best as possible. If Jake is going to spend time with his father, and Jason is all right with including Cameron, it’s beneficial. Particularly when the only other father Cam knows isn’t reaching out.”

Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “Jason was right. You really are good at this. I’m glad you’re on my side.”

“I do like to earn that hefty retainer. Let’s finish this paperwork so I can file it. I’m very interested to see how Lucky and his lawyer will react.”

Wyndemere: Study

The lawyer Alexis had recommended hadn’t sounded much more positive than she had, but at least Lincoln Frazier painted a slightly optimistic picture.

“There’s been nothing filed since Diane Miller filed her notice to appear,” Lincoln said briskly, as he opened his case and removed a folder. “I filed my own notice this morning, and I think, as long as we’re agreed, we should do our best to file first.”

“I don’t understand how Diane can represent Elizabeth,” Lucky said, leaning against Nikolas’s desk, his jaw clenched. “Isn’t she Jason’s lawyer? Didn’t you tell me Jason had to file his own thing?”

“I could argue a conflict of interest,” Lincoln said slowly, “but she would argue their interests are united. Elizabeth has indicated that she supports terminating your rights and declaring Jason as the legal father. Even with your suggestion that you would surrender rights to Cameron, she’s held firm.”

Lucky made a face. He’d really thought Elizabeth would back down if he threatened his role in Cameron’s life. He loved Cameron, but it would be too much to lose Jake and still have to watch him grow up.

“So we just let it go?”

“For now.” Lincoln slid on his reading glasses. “Now, for the divorce, you’ve indicated you want to file on grounds of adultery. She admitted in court that she had an affair, and you think that affair has continued.”

“Yes,” Lucky said tightly. “And it’s still going on. I have a friend who’s told me she’s over there almost every day. With the boys. They were just waiting for him to get acquitted.”

“All right. As for custody, we’re asking for joint custody of both boys.” Lincoln hesitated. “You understand that you have no legal right to Cameron as his stepfather. You never had yourself declared his father through adoption.”

“Didn’t see the point.”

“It just means you have a little bit less of a legal standing to use him as leverage,” his lawyer told him. “Fortunately, there’s not another legal father out there—” He made a note. “As for the paternity suit, the only way to prevent a judge from declaring Jason the boy’s legal father is to have him declared an unfit parent. I know you had hoped to do the same with Elizabeth, but it’s not going to work.”

Lucky exhaled, taking that in. He hadn’t really been enthusiastic about throwing Elizabeth under the bus as a terrible mother. She hadn’t been a good wife—not this time around, he allowed himself. “All right. I guess.”

“You made some good points about her not volunteering information for Jake’s paternity during the kidnapping,” Lincoln said. “But I think that would only work if Jake had been missing longer. It might have felt like a lifetime, but it was a matter of days. Other than that, a judge isn’t going see lying about paternity as evidence she’s unfit.”

“Okay. But Jason?”

“We have a little more to work with, but not much. He’s clean legally. We can introduce his lengthy arrest record, but without a conviction—” Lincoln shook his head. “There’s not much.”

“What if…” Lucky pressed his lips together. “What if he never files? If I can keep him from filing a paternity suit, I’ve got a stronger case in family court, don’t I?”

“Yes. As the boy’s legal father—” Lincoln peered at him over the glasses. “Do you have reason to think he won’t?”

“I don’t know if I can keep him from filing, but he can always drop it before it goes to court. You said Elizabeth and I would be required to do mediation before the hearing. At that hearing, we give options right?”

His lawyer frowned. “What kind of options?”

“If Jason doesn’t go after custody of Jake,” Lucky said slowly, “then I won’t make a police report detailing what I know about Manny Ruiz’s death last summer. The official record says I killed him in the line of duty. But the autopsy report doesn’t support it. Jason killed him. If he drops his paternity suit, I won’t push for an investigation.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Spinelli scowled. “What do you mean, the flowers were dead this time?” He launched himself off the sofa. “I told you—”

“Hey, we agreed it was weird, right?” Georgie put her hands up in mock surrender. “I told you to get the security footage. And now, here I am, a week later, saying that we need to get more and look at it.”

Spinelli made another face, but sat down, yanking his laptop into lap. “I’ll get the thumb drive from Stone Cold.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing.” Georgie sat next to him. “Really, Spinelli. But thank you for being worried.”

“The Jackal looks after the people who matter.” He tapped some keys. “And Faithful Friend matters.”

Her smile dipped a bit at the nickname of Faithful Friend, but it wasn’t his fault she liked him and he didn’t share those feelings. Just like Dillon, Spinelli only seemed to have eyes for blondes who talked too much. “Oh. Um, there was one other thing I needed to tell you. About something I overheard at Kelly’s.”

Greystone: Living Room

Sonny raised his brows when Max announced Jason, and his partner came in carrying Jake with Cameron racing in behind him. “Uh, you could have told me you had the kids today.” He moved out of the way as Cameron started a lap around the sofa.

“It’s fine. I, uh, didn’t think it’d be that much work with both of them,” Jason admitted. “Cam—”

“Zoom—”

“Hey, Cam, you know I got a kid your age,” Sonny told him, grabbing the three-year-old on his next lap and lifting Cam into his arms. “He’s got a huge play room upstairs. He’s not home, but you can play up there if you want.”

Cameron pursed his lips. “How big?”

“Gigantic.” Sonny grinned at Jason. “I’ll take him up and grab the monitor in case he needs anything. Next time, let me know. We can hook him up with Morgan. They’re the right age to be friends.”

“Uh, okay—” Jason exhaled with a bit of relief as Sonny disappeared upstairs. He checked his cell phone, but Elizabeth was still with Diane.

“Kid’s got more energy in his pinky than I had all of last week,” Sonny said, returning a few minutes later with a white monitor in his hands. I got lucky, I guess. Michael was older than Morgan and basically self-sufficient.”

And Sonny had always had a nanny, but Jason didn’t offer that. “Elizabeth makes this look easy,” he admitted. “She’s always bringing both of them to see me, and I didn’t think—”

“It’s good, though, that you’re getting Jake on your own,” Sonny said. “I know it’s good you and Liz to do this parenting thing together, but you won’t always have her in the room.” He hesitated. “Both boys, you said. I didn’t realize—”

“I told you what Lucky’s pulling with custody. And there’s no reason Cameron can’t come over. Why should he have to sit at home with someone else when Elizabeth could have both of them together? Cam likes to feed Jake sometimes—”

“You don’t have to justify it to me.” Sonny squinted. “It’s just—you know—if Lucky loses the way he should, you got a kid without a father who’s watching you be a dad to his brother. You’re not worried he won’t start to see you that way?”

Jason looked at him, then went over to the desk to set down the diaper bag and retrieve a blanket to set down on the floor for Jake. He set the infant on his belly, put a few soft toys within reach.

“Oh, I get it.” Sonny smirked, folded his arms. “That’s the plan, isn’t it? How long after the divorce is finalized before I get an invitation?”

“It’s not—” Sonny made it sound calculating. And it wasn’t. “It’s not like that. Elizabeth and I are figuring things out. I don’t—” Jason stopped. “Diane said something about there not being anyone out there to step up for Cameron, so Lucky could get visitation by default. And I guess—I know it’s what Elizabeth wants. I just—” He shook his head. “He’s willing to walk away from Cameron after all this time. Just to hurt Elizabeth.”

“I’m not arguing with you,” Sonny said. “Idiot doesn’t deserve the kid. I’m just saying, if you’re hoping to back your way into being something more permanent, you might want to run that past Elizabeth. You don’t want her feeling like she has to settle for Lucky just so Cameron has someone in his life. Make sure she knows you’re an option.”

This entry is part 35 of 41 in the Mad World: Liberty

Did you think that this would
Make everything right
Did you know the price you’d pay
Is your own life and now
You’re screaming out to me
To make things right tonight
How will you end your pain

Angry Situation, Save Ferris


Thursday, May 1, 2004

Morgan Penthouse: Master Bedroom

The alarm jerked Elizabeth out of a light doze and she blinked blearily at the clock. It was just before midnight which meant she’d only laid down twenty minutes ago.

“It’s not time,” she said, confused and rolling over to see Jason sliding out of bed and pulling on his sweatpants. “Jason?”

“It’s not the alarm,” Jason said, leaning over to brush his lips across her forehead. “Go back to bed.”

“What—” Elizabeth sat up. “What’s going on?”

Jason pulled on a t-shirt, then went to the cradle, pressing two fingers against his cheek to check the temperature. Cameron’s eyes fluttered but the newborn slept on and hopefully would for at least a while longer. “Call from Richie at Kelly’s.”

“Richie?” Elizabeth pushed back the comforter and got out of bed. She wrapped a robe around herself. “What happened? Is Carly all right?”

“I don’t know. He just said there was a problem and he was bringing Carly by to talk about it.” Jason paused. “I need to go make sure they get upstairs without Sonny finding out—”

“But why is Richie bringing Carly here?” Elizabeth asked, grabbing the baby monitor as she followed Jason down the stairs, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “Why aren’t you going there?”

“That’s the first question I’ll be asking.”

Kelly’s: Dining Room

Dante clicked the lock in place after Richie hustled Carly out the front, then stared out the window.

“This doesn’t feel right,” Lulu said from behind. Dante turned, frowned at her. “All of this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Richie just called Jason and told him he was bringing Carly to the penthouse, then hung up.” Lulu’s brow creased into a frown. “That’s not how it’s done.”

Dante switched off the lights. “Maybe he knows something we don’t—”

“Maybe, but—” Lulu trailed after Dante as he went into the kitchen. “What made you come outside? We weren’t even gone that long.”

He paused as he lifted his jacket off the peg. “I heard a car in the staff parking lot. We’ve been closed almost an hour. No one should be out there or leaving since I knew you and Carly were outside.”

“Right.”

“It just struck me as out of place, so I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He helped her into her own jacket, then held her tight, running his arms up and down her arms. “You are, aren’t you?”

“I guess. I still—The car came up right to us, Dante, so whoever was in it knew Carly wasn’t alone. Why didn’t the driver get out to help? And she gave up too easily—I don’t know. It just…” Lulu shook her head. “It felt wrong.”

“Well, Carly’s on her way to see Jason. I’m sure he’ll figure it out whatever it is. Carly didn’t want to talk to the PCPD—” He winced. “Not that I’m the PCPD—”

“No, but—” She tilted her head. “But you ran towards the danger just like a cop would. And you still have instincts.”

“Lu—”

“I’m not saying anything. You’ll know better than anyone when you’re ready to go back.” She paused when he didn’t say anything. “And the fact that you’re not arguing tells me that you know it’s a matter of when, not if.”

“I’m getting there. Helping Carly tonight felt right,” he admitted. “And I miss it. I like working here—with you,” he added, “but—”

“But it’s not your dream. It’s not mine either, but it’ll do until Dad lets me take over the club.” Lulu slid an arm around his waist as they headed for the kitchen exit. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine since your dad has a shotgun.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

The universe was not on Jason’s side that night. He opened the door to let in Richie and Carly, only to see Sonny lurking behind them. He gritted his teeth. “Do you need something?” he asked.

Sonny dragged a hand though his hair. “To find out why my wife is being brought here in the middle of the night by a guard.” He pushed past Jason and went into the living room.

Elizabeth was standing by Carly, and both women tensed when Sonny appeared. Jason put himself between Sonny and them. “Why did you bring Carly here?” Jason demanded.

“I thought it was better to get her out of there as soon as possible.” Richie folded his arms. “There was a kidnapping attempt in the parking lot—”

“What?” Jason demanded as Sonny growled behind him. “Carly, are you—”

“I’m fine.” Carly rubbed her elbow, wincing. “It was almost over as soon as it began. I was in the back alley, talking to Lulu—she and Dante were closing down—and this car pulled up. A woman grabbed me, but Lulu tried to hold on to me. Then Dante was there, and they left.”

Jason frowned, then looked at Richie. “Where were you?”

“You put me on the Cellar,” Richie reminded him. “Not Carly. The club is still open, and I came up when I heard the shouting—”

“You just left Kelly’s?” Sonny demanded. “What about Dante and Lulu? What if they circle back?”

Jason wanted to tell Sonny to be quiet, but he had a point. “Dante and Lulu both tried to stop it. Did you call any extra security?” he demanded. “To make sure they get home and that no one follows?” When Richie grimaced, Jason stalked towards the landline and snatched it up. “Francis, I need someone on Dante Falconieri and Lulu Spencer. Check Kelly’s and their houses to make sure they got home safe—” He saw Elizabeth gesturing at him. “What?”

“Dante and Lulu are dating,” Elizabeth told him. “I doubt he let her go home alone after that. They’re probably at his apartment.”

“Right, I can—” Carly fumbled in her bag. “I have Lu’s number. I can call her—”

“Okay.” Jason turned back to the phone. “Francis, I’m going to find out where they are. I’ll call you back—”

“You’re going to let them help?” Sonny demanded of Jason. “Just send the guards—”

Carly rolled her eyes and went over to the terrace doors as she pressed the phone to her ear. “Lu? Oh, good, you—I’m fine. I’m okay. I was just worried about you and Dante. Are you together? Okay. Jason’s going to send someone over just to sit outside the apartment building tonight. Don’t argue, Lu, or I’ll have Mama call Laura. Okay.” She hung up. “Dante took her to his apartment.”

“That saves us time, thanks.” Jason reported the location to Francis, then turned his attention back to Richie. “You know the protocol. Why did you break it?”

“I—” Richie blinked. “I don’t know. I just thought Carly was the priority. Isn’t that what you always say—”

“The priority—” Jason bit off whatever he was going to say next. “The protocol is to call me and wait for instructions. Not to decide on your own. You left two witnesses and potential targets unguarded. Go downstairs with Francis. I’ll deal with it later.”

Richie scowled, then shoved past Sonny, slamming the door behind him.  He was definitely going to be a problem. Jason turned his attention back to Carly. “Let’s start over.”

“I was at the Cellar, working on some paperwork. The club was, and still is, open,” she told him. “It doesn’t close until two. I parked out back in the staff lot at Kelly’s, so I left through the kitchen.”

“Where the hell was your driver?” Sonny snapped.

Carly closed her eyes, looked over at Sonny. “I don’t have one right now. Jason and I discussed this. Things are quiet—”

“I bet his wife still has a driver—”

“Not that I owe you any explanations,” Jason said, flatly, “But it’s for medical reasons, Sonny. She just had a baby and almost died. In case you forgot.”

Carly lifted her brows at the sarcasm dripping from his voice, but thought it was earned on Sonny’s part so didn’t comment. “It doesn’t matter what Elizabeth or you choose,” she told Jason. “I asked to drive myself, and you agreed. So this is on me. I cut my own security—”

“Why the hell—”

“Because Ric is dead, and he’s not the one I have to worry about anymore,” Carly retorted. “Jason told me it would be suicide for the Zaccharas to come after me. Stop acting like we always have guards and drivers every damn day, Sonny. No threat, less security. Ric is dead,” she repeated.

Sonny clenched his jaw, closed his eyes again, forced another deep breath. “I know that,” he said, his voice more quiet when he spoke again. “I know that. It’s—it’s just been a year of worrying about him. Of knowing he’s coming for my family. It’s hard to readjust.”

“We’ve had a little more time than you,” Carly told him, softening her own voice. “I went to the kitchen to take the back way out,” she told Jason. “Lulu was there with Dante.” She shot Sonny a side glance, but he didn’t comment on Dante’s presence.

“I wanted to talk to Lulu about doing something for Mother’s Day,” Carly lied, “so she walked me to my car. Dante offered, but I wanted to talk to Lu alone. We were outside, talking . Then a car drove up fast—their headlights blinded us. A woman jumped out, tried to drag me into the car—Lulu grabbed my arm, then Dante was there. It happened really fast,” she said. “The car got away and it was too dark for license plates.”

Jason frowned. “She only grabbed you? The woman?”

“Yeah. Barely even left a mark—” Carly held out a wrist. “And it was definitely a woman. That was different. I don’t know anyone who sends a woman to do this stuff.”

“Not unless it’s personal.” Jason folded his arms. “A woman does sound strange. You didn’t see the driver? Was that a man or a woman?

“No idea.”

“Can you describe the woman?”

“She was—I think a bit taller than me. Long hair—I remember it swinging out—but all I know it is that it was kind of dark,” Carly continued. “I’m sorry, Jason. I wish I could say more. I was scared, but it was over so quick—”

“All right.” Jason paused. “Can you both go upstairs for a while? I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s fine,” Elizabeth said. She looked at Carly. “Cam is going to need a bottle soon. We’ll go warm it up and maybe Carly wants to feed him.”

“Absolutely.” Grateful, Carly followed Elizabeth into the kitchen, and Jason turned to Sonny.

“You can go—”

“Call Bernie! Call someone! Get these people out of bed—”

“To do what?” Jason cut in, sharply. “Some woman made a grab at Carly in a parking lot. Anthony and Trevor aren’t going to send a woman to do anything. You know that. A woman tells me this is personal.”

Sonny hesitated, then nodded. “You’re thinking of Faith. Of what she did to Elizabeth last year.”

“This was sloppy, Sonny. And it’s not worth dragging anyone out of bed to do anything that can’t be done tomorrow. It’s after midnight—” Jason frowned. “How did you know this happened? Why were you in the hallway?”

“I didn’t know,” Sonny muttered. “I can’t sleep at night anymore. It’s too dark. So I was walking around and sometimes I pace the hallway.”

Jason opened his mouth, but Elizabeth and Carly returned, Elizabeth holding a bottle, and then they went upstairs. He looked back at Sonny. “I’m going to do a security check at Kelly’s, Sonny. I need you to go home and promise me you won’t come back over tonight. Carly will be with Elizabeth and Cameron, and I’m going to have Francis send up a guard.”

Sonny clenched his jaw, then stormed out. Jason sighed, rubbed his hands down his face. He wasn’t going to Kelly’s, but to find Johnny Zacchara. He didn’t think Sonny needed to know that Anthony’s only son was staying in town under Jason’s protection.

The Star Lounge: Club

Johnny Zacchara wasn’t behind the bar or in the office when Jason arrived almost a half hour later, but somewhere on the floor. The club was still packed an hour, meaning Jason would have to fight his way through the partier—the absolute last thing he wanted to do tonight.

He didn’t have a choice. He’d let the teddy bear go, allowing it just to be a coincidence, but an attempted kidnapping by a woman with long dark hair?

That sounded like Claudia Zacchara.

While Jason didn’t think Anthony was the type to let his daughter take on any important jobs in the organization, he wanted to verify that. After all, the mobster had let her sit in on meetings and Claudia had known about Ric Lansing’s death.

He might buy Johnny Zacchara’s claim not to give a shit about the business, but he’d never believe Claudia didn’t want power.

He finally located the kid in a back booth, curled up next to a blonde that Jason dimly recognized. “Johnny.”

Johnny blinked and then alerted to attention when he realized Jason was standing there. “Uh, Jason. Hey. Um—” He glanced over to the blonde. “I need a minute.”

“Okay,” she drawled, sliding out of the booth. “Um, nice to see you again, Mr. Morgan. I hope Cameron’s doing well at home.”

“He is,” Jason told the NICU nurse. “Thank you.” When Nadine Crowell melted back into the crowd, Jason sat down. “Did you know that she was my son’s nurse?”

“No—” Johnny cleared his throat. “No, of course not. I just knew she was a nurse—is that what this is about? It’s just a few dates—”

“No, it’s not that.” But Jason filed the information away for later. “Your sister.”

Johnny closed his eyes and his shoulders slumped. “What did she do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe tried to kidnap Carly.” Jason cocked his head to the side. “Would your father send her?”

“No way my father would put Claudia on something like that, but—” Johnny swallowed. “Maybe she’d try it. You know, deliver Carly on a platter to my father.” He sat back. “You sure it was her?”

” I don’t know a lot of dark-haired women who have a reason to try to grab Sonny’s wife,” Jason bit out. “I’ve given you a lot of freedom up here. Does Claudia know I’m not planning to hurt you?”

“Not in so many words, but yeah,” Johnny said after a minute. “Dad believed it, but Claudia thinks—” He paused. “Claudia thinks you might be a bit soft on kids being used as collateral damage. She said as long as I stayed clean, I’d probably be okay.”

And if Claudia knew that, was it possible Anthony was testing him? That thought didn’t sit well, but neither did the idea that Anthony would come at him through Carly. And Richie’s strange behavior was also something to think about. Why had the guard rushed Carly to him? To make sure Jason got the description that matched a Zacchara?

Did Claudia want the truce to be broken? If Jason removed her father and Trevor—

Jason shoved himself to his feet. “If your sister comes to you for help, you tell her no. Stay out of this, Johnny. She’s right. I don’t go after kids just because of their father, but if you get involved—if you come for my family, then all bets are off.”

“I won’t,” Johnny said but Jason was already disappearing back into the crowd.

Cruz & Dante’s Apartment: Bedroom

Lulu peered out the window, some of the tension easing when she saw a familiar SUV parked across the street. Dante stepped up and looked over her shoulder. “I don’t know if I like the mob putting a guard on me,” he muttered.

Lulu folded her arms, letting the curtain fall back into place. “It’s not the mob, and it’s not Sonny. It’s Jason, and I know it’s because of Carly and Elizabeth. They’re just worried about me. And you’re not a cop right now, are you?” she reminded him.

He scowled, wandered over to the bed and sat down. “That’s not fair—”

“Doesn’t make it less true.” Lulu sat next to him, curling a leg underneath her. “You’re cop inside where it matters, Dante, but you don’t have the badge right now. And the bad guys out there know it. I feel safer knowing someone is watching the building.”

“Okay. Okay,” he repeated when she just sighed. “I don’t want to fight about this. I know Carly was shaken up, so if it makes you both feel better, this is fine.”

“Okay, then.” Lulu pulled her other leg underneath her body. “How’s it feel being back home?”

“I like the bathroom better.”

“Dante.”

“Good,” he said, offering her a half smile. “It feels right. I missed it. It’s only been a few nights, but—” He looked back out the window. “I meant what I said earlier. Running towards the fight. Helping Carly—I missed it.”

“Go see Anna,” Lulu said gently. “You’re ready. You know you are. And, God knows, the PCPD needs you. So do Lucky and Cruz. You’ll never be all the way back until she gives back the badge.”

“I’m thinking about it,” Dante told her. When she scowled, he added, “That’s better than saying I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Maybe, but—” She squealed when he tackled her and lightly shoved her onto her back. “Not fair—”

“I’m tired of talking.”

“That never happens to me,” Lulu said, but she flashed a grin and reached for the snap on his jeans.

Morgan Penthouse: Master Bedroom

Carly sighed as she gently burped Cameron, patting his back. “He’s so still small,” she murmured.

She handed the baby to Elizabeth who reswaddled him. “Until he catches up developmentally,” she told Carly, “we have to use an adjusted age. So even though technically, he’s eight weeks old, he’s more like two weeks because that was my original due date.”

“Oh—”

“It helps us set better expectations of when he’ll start to crawl or walk.” Elizabeth cradled him close to herself, swaying slightly as she rocked him. “But Dr. Devlin says he’s coming along really well. No complications so far. He might need glasses or something later, but—”

“But you’re still in the clear?”

“For the most part. And we might have behavior difficulties. A lot of kids who are born at Cameron’s age develop ADHD or have learning disabilities. But he could also not have any of it. We won’t know until we get there.”

“He’ll be lucky, though, to have all the support.” Carly looked at the little bundle fondly. “He’s so beautiful. I’m relieved that he’s healthy. Jason—he was really wrecked at the thought of losing either of you.”

“I know.” Elizabeth set Cameron down in the cradle, checking his temperature one more time. “I felt the same.” She paused. “Are you really okay? You’re not having any symptoms?”

“Of the stress disorder? No.” Carly pressed a hand to her chest. “No. I don’t know why,” she added. “I think maybe I didn’t have time to really take it in while it was happening. It was over so fast, and—” She paused. “It didn’t even feel real, you know?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—” Carly extended her wrist. Her arm was scraped from where she’d fallen on the gravel, but her wrist was unmarked. “You’d think I’d start to see bruises or feel sore from where she grabbed me, but I don’t think she was holding on too tightly. Like she wanted me to get away.”

Elizabeth folded her arms and frowned. “But why? Why pretend a kidnapping—” Her eyes widened. “Why pretend to see Ric?” she murmured.

“Exactly. Someone’s using the same play book hoping Jason would finish the job this time. If Jason had found out about the Zaccharas screwing with us about Ric any other day, would he have done things differently? Probably. But you were still on a ventilator and Cameron wasn’t in the clear.”

“But instead of wanting Jason and Sonny to worry about Ric, they’re making Jason worry about Anthony Zacchara?” Elizabeth sat on the bed. “Who would want that?”

“I don’t know. There’s always someone out there,” Carly said darkly. She rubbed her eyes. “I just want to go home and get into bed. It’s been a long day.”

“I know. Jason will be back soon.” She hoped. He was only supposed to go down to Kelly’s and check on things.

She heard a door close downstairs and went to the hallway. “Jason?”

“Yeah,” he called back, appearing at the top of the stairs. He came down the hallway and kissed her. “Cameron down again?”

“Just now. He had some trouble with the bottle,” Elizabeth told him, “so it took longer. Everything okay?”

Carly got to her feet as Jason entered. “Jason?”

“It’s fine. I’m going to have a guard take you home,” Jason told Carly. “I don’t know exactly what’s going on right now, but the Cellar is secured. Someone is going to sit outside the Brownstone tonight, and we’ll talk tomorrow if we need to add more security.”

Carly wrinkled her nose. “All right. Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night,” she said to Elizabeth.

“I’m going to walk her down,” Jason told Elizabeth.

Elizabeth cleaned up Cameron’s bottle in the bathroom sink, putting it aside for a deeper cleaning in the morning, then went back to climb into bed. Jason came back up a few minutes later and slid into bed next to her, drawing her close.

It had been quiet for weeks, Elizabeth thought as she snuggled closer to her husband, and she desperately hoped that what had happened tonight didn’t mean it was coming to an end.

But her question to Carly still echoed in her head.

Who would want Jason to go after Anthony Zacchara?

August 12, 2022

Update Link: Scars – Part 15

Hope everyone is having a good Friday.

I fixed the chapter listing for Mad World, Book 4 — Chapters 97 & 98 weren’t properly showing up, but we’re all good. The WordPress plugin I use to power the entire site was called OrganizeSeries, and eight years ago, it was free with some plugins you could purchase. Since then, the publisher has switched over to a paid version and the free version doesn’t get a lot of support anymore. It’s pretty glitchy. I’ve been putting off upgrading because it’s not exactly cheap, and it’s a yearly license, but I’m probably going to add it into the budget. It’s not the first time we’ve had issues with the stories showing up correctly.

I’ll be updating Scars again tomorrow to get my updates back on track, and next week, I might need to switch out to another Saturday update because my school has orientation on August 16, and my NJHS kiddos are helping out. I might do an early morning update, but we’ll see.

I don’t know yet when Lauren’s services are, so we’re also going to be working around that because, obviously, if they’re not private, I’ll be going to that. I’m also having a tooth pulled next Wednesday, so we’re going with the flow for the schedule. It’s one of the reasons I left Saturdays open so I could make up any missed updates.

Remember to check the site a few times a week this month as there will be updates every day until August 31.

This entry is part 15 of 25 in the Flash Fiction: Scars

Written in 62 minutes.


Elizabeth’s Car

“It was stupid,” Joss said, her voice a bit tired and dull. “We were only going to be there for like an hour. Maybe two. I could have stuck it out.”

Elizabeth remained silent, listening to the teenager punish herself enough for the both of them.

“It’s just…everyone had a date or a best friend, you know? They were all paired off. And it’s not like I want anyone to be miserable. I don’t.” Joss paused. “Okay, maybe I enjoyed Cam and Emma fighting more than I should have. Mostly because he called me, and we hung out a few times.” She looked out the window. “We don’t do that anymore. Just us. We were best friends. And now we’re not.”

Elizabeth made the turn to Carly’s house, and Joss sighed again. “And I know that makes me a bad person. That I wanted my best friend to be sad and alone because I am—”

“It does not make you a bad person. It makes you human.” Elizabeth drew to a stop in front of Joss’s house, switched off the engine. “I know what it’s like to be in a crowd of people and feel completely alone. I give you a lot of credit, Joss, for going in the first place.”

“Really?” Joss frowned. Looked at her. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t. I couldn’t. When I was your age, and the boy I liked went to the dance with my sister, I couldn’t face it. I wasn’t brave enough to go alone. We were supposed to go as friends, but I was so…” Elizabeth smiled ruefully. “I was so hurt and embarrassed that I had gone all out on this night. I’d bought a new dress, and I’d had these silly little day dreams that when he saw me all dressed up, he’d forget all about Sarah. I lied to him. I told him I had a different date, and then I just didn’t go at all.”

“You think it’s brave I went to the dance alone?” Joss asked skeptically. “It’s pathetic—”

“It’s brave,” Elizabeth repeated. “And you stuck it out as long as you could. Were you going to walk all the way home?”

“No, just to Grandma Bobbie’s. Is that…um, is that how you knew? Why you came back?” Joss wanted to know. “Because I looked miserable? Did everyone else notice?”

“I can’t answer that, but I just—I worried what might happen if you couldn’t stand it and walked out. You matter to me, Joss. You’ve been such a good friend to my son. I’ve watched you grow up, and I know it’s been hard. But you’re a great kid. The next time you just want to get out, when you just want to walk away—” Elizabeth held up her cell phone. “Call me. No questions asked.”

“Thanks, Aunt Liz. I was only a few blocks away from Grandma’s, but—” Joss shivered. “I heard these footstps—probably nothing but my own mind,” she added, “but it was scary. I’m glad you came to find me.”

“Always. And if you don’t call me, call your mother. You know she’d show up in a heartbeat for you.”

“Yeah, but then she’d go to war against someone. Sometimes it’s not worth the drama.” Joss grinned at her. “But yeah, you’re right. Next time, I’ll make sure I have a ride. Bye, Aunt Liz.”

Morgan House: Master Bedroom

Elizabeth was still thinking of Joss when she got ready for bed, the teen’s words echoing in her mind as she rubbed lotion into her hands.

Footsteps. Joss had heard footsteps behind her. Had she just been imagining things? How many times had Elizabeth heard people who weren’t there? In the days and weeks after, she’d been haunted by sounds that didn’t exist.

Behind her, the door opened and Jason came in. “Hey.” He came up behind her at the vanity table, dropped a kiss on top of her head, his hands warm on her shoulders. “Everyone’s home.”

“Did Cam have a good time?” Elizabeth asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said, sitting on the edge of the bed, kicking off his shoes. “He walked Emma to her door.”

“Good.” Elizabeth looked down at her hands, still rubbing in lotion that had long ago dissolved. “Did he even notice Joss was gone?”

Jason frowned. “What?”

“Did Cameron notice Joss left Kelly’s?” Elizabeth twisted on the stool. “Because her phone never rang the entire time I drove her home.”

“I didn’t ask,” Jason admitted. “I knew you’d picked her up—” He tipped his head. “She’s all right. You were there.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just—” Elizabeth sighed, twisted her wedding ring. “It was so much the same,” she murmured. “A sad, miserable girl feeling left out. Walking in the dark. I suppose I wanted to know—Lucky noticed. I never came to the dance, and he noticed. He went looking for me.”

Tears stung her eyes. “I don’t know what would have happened if he didn’t find me. I didn’t know where I was—I was so outside myself—” She rubbed her arms. “A complete mess. I never found my coat—my shoe was broken—I don’t know how Gram didn’t see. I used to hate that he knew. In the beginning. When I didn’t want anyone to see me. I hated that he knew. But now, even after everything we’ve been through, thank God he found me. I don’t know if I would have survived. I might have just stayed in the park.”

“Hey,” Jason said softly. He reached for her hand, and drew her to sit next to him. “It’s okay.”

“I used to have nightmares about it,” Elizabeth confessed. “Laying in the snow, letting it numb everything, and just drifting away. I was so cold, it didn’t hurt yet. But I heard my name. I heard his voice. And I started to crawl towards it.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to keep going back—”

“You never, ever have to apologize,” he said roughly, bringing her hand to his mouth, kissing the inside of her palm. She smiled at him, even as the tears slid down her cheek. “Ever. You’re right. If you’d stayed there all night, you might have died. So, yeah, Lucky gets the credit for finding you. For helping you that night. But that’s where it ends. You know that, right? Because you heard his voice. You made the decision to go towards it. Not him.”

She sighed, leaned her head against his shoulder. He put his arm around her, held her close. “I know. I just—and you know, I don’t think about it anymore. Or at least I didn’t until a few months ago. But that feeling—laying in the cold, waiting for it to make everything go away—I never lost that.”

“I know.” He tipped her chin up. “I’ve been there, too. Remember? You dragged me out of the snow. Made me open my eyes and drowned me in soup.”

“I—” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t even—”

“I was nearly dead when you found me. I don’t feel the cold,” he reminded her, “but I can still freeze to death. If you hadn’t come that morning, if you’d been even a day later, I would have.”

“It’s just…I don’t want to think about any of these things anymore. I don’t want to be that girl, crawling out of the snow. I want to be stronger. And before you tell me I am,” Elizabeth added, “I know. But it can come back so fast. In a moment, and tonight, it just felt so real again. If anything ever happened to Joss, to Emma, or Trina—or even the boys—” She shook her head.

“It didn’t. You took care of Joss just the way you take care of everyone.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “Let me take care of you.”

“You always do.”

Port Charles High: Library

Cameron dropped his books next to Joss’s and sat down. “You’ve been avoiding my calls since Friday night,” he declared. “And you skipped the game on Saturday.”

Joss wrinkled her nose and went back to her geometry homework. “Sorry I got busy.”

“I texted you when I saw that you left. I was worried,” he added. “I almost went looking for you.”

“It’s fine. I just went home early. Your mom was still hanging around and picked me up. No big deal.”

“Joss—” Cameron scowled. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I just—I was like the fifth wheel all night, and it kind of sucked. I thought it’d be fun to go alone,” Joss continued, “because I figured Spencer and Trina were solo, too. So it wouldn’t be weird. But I guess Emma was right about them, because they got all paired off, and I just…” She tapped her pen against her notebook. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Joss—”

“It’s fine,” she repeated, this time with an edge to her voice. Then she forced a smile. “I’m glad you and Em are okay again. I know she still totally hates me, but we’ve got a truce going mostly, and I know you, like, worship her. I just…I need to find that, and then we’ll be good.”

“You’re still my best friend, Joss.”

“Sure.” Joss jerked a shoulder. “Now let me finish my homework before homeroom, okay?”

General Hospital: Cafeteria

Elizabeth eyed the food on her tray with suspicion. “Why did this look better before I bought it?”

Patrick rolled his eyes, took her salad and switched it with his burger. Then, noticing Robin’s arched brow, took the salad and switched it with Robin’s chili. “There. Everyone’s happy now.”

Robin sniffed, but snagged the dressing packets from Elizabeth’s tray while Elizabeth took the ketchup from Patrick.

“This is why I keep him around,” Robin said.

“Same.” Elizabeth grinned at him, then her smile faded. “I’ve been thinking about the kids.”

“The dance was fine,” Patrick reminded her. “And everyone got home safely—”

“No, I know. But I’m worried about Joss. I know she and Emma haven’t always gotten along,” Elizabeth continued. “And some of it’s been deserved.”

“Emma gives as good as she gets. The blue hair dye might have been in defense of Trina, but I know my daughter came up with it. And the pool party last summer—” Robin stabbed a fork at Patrick. “You know Emma started that fight.”

Patrick frowned. “Who was arguing with you?”

“I know we can’t force them to be friends. I don’t want that. I guess—” Elizabeth ripped her French fry apart. “I don’t know. I keep thinking that she’s going to end up like me, and that’s not fair. I’m just overreacting, I guess.”

“Parallels, I told you,” Patrick said. “And  you were right to hang out. Joss probably would have been fine, but you were there, and she’ll remember that. They’re kids, Webber. Teenagers. We were horrible, but we turned out okay.”

“I just want them to be okay without trauma,” Elizabeth told him. “Your mother died, and you spent ten years being a man whore before Robin slapped you upside the head.”

Patrick made a face. “I don’t know why she’s getting all the credit—”

“And I—” Was raped and grief-stricken. “Well, we know what I went through.”

“They’re going to get hurt, Liz,” Robin reminded her gently. “And our kids have had plenty of trauma already. Cam lost Jake for two years, Emma lost me. Joss has Carly for a mother. Trina’s parents are always at war. And Spencer is an entire mess. People get hurt. It’s a fact of life. All we can ever do is hope that we gave them all the tools to get through it. So far, I think we’re good.”

“What she said—” Patrick said. “And they’ve got something we didn’t get. Family who gives a damn. No drunks for a dad, no dead parents, no parents off helping other people and forgetting they’ve got kids—we’re right here. To annoy them and ground them. So don’t worry. We got this.”

PCPD: Commissioner’s Office

Jordan scowled at the latest surveillance report, then looked up at the detective who delivered them. “How is it possible that it’s been two months since Baker got out and he’s still alive?”

“Uh—” Nathan West squinted. “Clean living?” When Jordan’s scowl just deepened, he rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, Commissioner. Maybe Morgan and Corinthos just aren’t interested in revenge. If they’d wanted this guy dead, they would have done it. He spent all those years inside, didn’t he? Alive and kicking.”

“Maybe Morgan just wanted the satisfaction of doing it himself.” Jordan shoved away from her desk and started to pace. “I can’t justify the expense much longer,” she muttered. “If they don’t make a move—”

“We know that they’re criminals,” Nathan said slowly, “but this is personal. When was the last time either of them were accused of committing a crime for personal gain?”

“Oh, don’t give me that—” Jordan whirled on him.

“I’m not saying they’re good people,” the detective said, holding up his hands. “I’m saying they’re not idiots. You start letting personal grudges take over, it’s the start of the end. I grew up watching mafia movies. They’ve been in power a long time, Commissioner. You don’t survive all those hits without some sort of intelligence.”

“Luck,” Jordan muttered. “Just luck.” She dragged her hands through her hair. “All right. I can authorize this for another month. Maybe. But I’ll have to pull the guys watching Baker himself. Keep the others on Jason and Sonny’s guys and at the warehouse. We don’t need to watch them both. Baker has to report to parole every week, and he wears an ankle monitor. We’ll know if he gets grabbed or goes anywhere he shouldn’t.”

Port Charles Park

Elizabeth avoided this area of the park like the plague and had for years, but today, as she headed towards Cameron’s soccer’s practice, she took the path towards the fountain at the center of the park.

It was different in the daylight, she thought. In the fall, with the harvest color leaves flooding the tone path, laying in the water of the fountain. The stone bench covered in a blanket of them.

She slid her hands over the slight bulge of her belly, her pregnancy just beginning to show. She couldn’t wait until the baby quickened inside, when she could feel the flutters and kicks. Being pregnant was mostly a miserable experience, but when the baby was inside of her—

They were safe. Protected. No one could hurt them.

She didn’t want to think about it constantly. Had always hated when Jason used that terrible word. He’d wanted her safe from the dangers of his life when she wasn’t even safe from the danger of the real world. It was nothing more than a four letter word.

She exhaled slowly, then went past the bench, took another turn, then another—then stopped when she saw a movement. When she saw someone in front of her taking a turn. Elizabeth walked in that direction, moving slowly, careful not to step on any leaves.

And just in front of her around, the curve, she saw him.

Tom Baker, crouched behind a bush, his camera in his hands. Her heart began to pound and she looked in the direction he was pointing his camera. She couldn’t see what he was looking at, but she knew there were tables there.

Knew that kids from the high school sometimes hung out there to do homework while practice was held on the field attached to the park.

Elizabeth turned and ducked down another path, one that would wind around towards the other side of clearing.

The only teens there today were hers. Trina was laughing, showing Emma her phone while Joss sat across from them, concentrating on her homework.

Tom Baker was watching her girls. With a camera.

She didn’t think through the next step, didn’t even register what she would do until she was already in the clearing. “Hey, girls!” she said brightly, hoping she sounded somewhat normal. “It’s getting too cold to hang out here, isn’t it?”

“Definitely by Thanksgiving,” Joss said, looking at her in relief. “But we like to hang until Cam and Spencer are done—”

“Well, I’m here to pick them up, and we’ve got plenty of room for you guys.” Elizabeth avoided the bush. Didn’t want to tip her hand. “Come on. You can come to my place. We’ll get pizza or something for dinner.”

“Sounds good to me,” Trina declared, standing up. “I’ll text Dr. Rob in the car. Thanks, Mrs M.”

“Thanks, Aunt Liz,” Emma said, shoving her things into her bag. “You’re the best! I didn’t want to walk home anyway.”

“You really are,” Joss said, smiling shyly at Elizabeth. “Thanks.”

Elizabeth waited until the girls had gone ahead of her, then followed them.

She never looked back.

August 11, 2022

Update Links: Watch Me Burn – Part 5 | Mad World, Book 4 – Chapter 109

Hope everyone is having a good week so far. I’ll be posting a Flash Fiction on Saturday, making up for the Scars update I missed on Tuesday. I want to stay on track so that I can finish the majority of my summer flash fictions by the end of the year. We’ll try to do a better job of planning next year, but it’s been fun.

Thanks once again for all the kind thoughts I’ve received — especially to those of you who’ve reached out privately. I guess it’s also helped that I write a lot about grief in some of the stories, so I kind of understand what I’m going through. The way it sneaks up on you, the guilt for the few minutes or even hours that you don’t think about it — or you remember when you wake up, so it happens all over again.

There are definitely some hard moments ahead of me — Lauren and I were French students together (I majored, she minored), so a lot of the memories I share with my students are memories that Lauren is a part of. There are some jokes and stories that I won’t be able to manage for a while, or maybe I will some of the time. Grief is funny that way.

I scheduled the final chapters for Mad World this morning, making the final edits. That story concludes two weeks from today on August 25 with Chapter 115 and an epilogue. I’ll be doing a final read through this fall to clean up typos and fix an inconsistency (I mention Kelsey’s mother coming to Port Charles just once, and that was before I developed the Kelsey story in Book 4). Please let me know if you find any by commenting or messaging me on Twitter.

This entry is part 5 of 56 in the Flash Fiction: Watch Me Burn

Written in 60 minutes.


Corinthos Coffee: Office

Sonny scribbled a few notes, then handed it to Bernie before turning his attention to Jason. “Good to have you back.”

“Yeah.” Jason slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I’ll take care of the shipment tonight, but, uh—” He paused. “I need to make sure things stay flexible. I know that’s a lot to ask when I’ve been gone for a few months—”

“We’ve got it handled—” Sonny tipped his head. “What’s up? Is it Jake? I figured since Elizabeth came clean—”

“No. I mean, yeah, but I’m not the one with the issues. I don’t think so anyway,” Jason added. “Diane is meeting with us both today—but the way Alexis explained things back during the custody fight over Michael—all I have to do is file for paternity and get declared Jake’s legal father. Lucky can fight it, but—”

“But he wouldn’t win. So what’s the problem?” Sonny flipped through some paperwork.

“Lucky told Emily that he doesn’t want custody of Cameron if he can’t get visitation with Jake, too.” A statement that didn’t make any more sense today than it had the day before when Elizabeth had told him.

Sonny scowled, his full attention back on the conversation. “What kind of bullshit is that? They’ve been together for years—I know he’s not the biological father, but—”

“But he’s the only father Cameron knows,” Jason finished. “Yeah. Elizabeth thinks he’s trying to force her into a custody agreement—to push me out and let Lucky stay in.”

“What the hell happened to that kid?” Sonny wanted to know. He got to his feet, rounded the desk. “I get that he’s angry, okay. And you know my feelings on this whole paternity crap. She never should have lied—”

Jason clenched his jaw. “Sonny—”

“But at the end of the day, the truth is the truth. And it’s only been a few months.”

“I know.”

“What Diane say about all of this?”

“I don’t know,” Jason said. “That’s why we’re meeting with her today. I don’t know if she can represent us both, but I can find another lawyer to handle my side of it. I want Elizabeth to have the best representation. So I need to make sure things are flexible.”

“I’ll do you one better.” Sonny reached for the phone. “I’ll get Francis up from the island. He’ll handle the shipments. Until this custody crap is done, you stay on this side of the law. Lucky’s going to throw the murder trial at you, but you’ve been acquitted. The only way to get you now is new crimes—and financial ones which are federal and none of the PCPD’s business.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Are you kidding? This pathetic excuse for a father is threatening to abandon his kid because he can’t have what he wants. Stomping his feet like the toddler he’s shoving out—” Sonny dialed. “You need to be as clean as possible.”

“Thanks. I’ll take care of tonight—”

“No, I’ll get it—hey, Mickey. I need Francis in town. Yeah. Thanks. Appreciate it.” Sonny hung up, looked at Jason. “It’s done. Go get your kid.”

Hardy House: Living Room

“Um, thanks—” Elizabeth stepped back so that Nikolas could step inside the house. “I appreciate you coming by. I would have come to you—”

“But Lucky is currently staying with me. Even though you’re out of the house,” he told her. “I think being alone would be a bad idea.”

“Yeah. No, that makes sense. And I’m glad that he’s doing that. I want him to be okay, Nikolas—”

“Do you?” he asked, almost pleasantly. She closed her mouth, stared at him. “I mean, look, obviously, it’s a good thing that the truth is out there. And, of course, I get why you did it. I really do. But that doesn’t mean I’m on your side.”

“I never thought—”

“I’m not exactly on his side either,” Nikolas admitted. “But I think he’s got more of a right to be angry than you do. You could have told me the truth, Liz. We would have a figured out a way to make this okay. Emily and I were right there with you last year. I loaned you the money the divorce attorney—”

“Loaned,” Elizabeth said, then nodded. “Yeah, okay. At the time it was a gift, but now it’s a loan. I didn’t just lie to Lucky, I lied to Jason. Telling you, telling anyone meant it would come out to the world—”

“You’re the one who slept with Jason Morgan, so that makes it your problem. You decided to make it Lucky’s—”

Elizabeth held up her hands, her eyes burning. “Just stop. Stop. I didn’t ask you here so you could attack me. I know I made a mistake—”

“I don’t want to fight with you, Liz, but what do you expect? He got blindsided in that court room — not only did you have an affair with a criminal on trial for murder, but you had his child and made Lucky responsible for it—you let him fall in love with that little boy, and now you’re telling him that’s over. Just like that. He has to stop being Jake’s father. And you think he’s the bad guy in this?”

“No. When it comes to Jake, I understand. I do.” She swiped at her tears. “I hate that this is happening. I wasn’t even going to lie. I wasn’t,” she insisted when Nikolas scoffed. “I had the test done, didn’t I? If I wanted Lucky to be the baby’s father, I could have just ignored the possibility of Jason all together. It just kept going wrong. Lucky checked into rehab because of the baby, and then Ric went after Jason, and Carly thought she knew the results, so she told Jason Lucky was the father, and Jason—” She closed her eyes. “He said it was for the best. That it was better this way.”

Nikolas exhaled slowly. “You thought Jason didn’t want the baby.”

“I thought he’d…I don’t know. I knew he’d love the baby, but maybe he’d resent it or me one day because it would mess things up with Sam, and then Lucky would be back on pills, and I just—I just—I didn’t really lie, Nikolas. Everyone decided they knew the truth, so I just went along with it.”

“For months. I get it in those first few weeks, but it’s been almost a year—”

“I know! Don’t you think I know how terrible I am?” Elizabeth dragged her hands through her hair. “I kept making mistakes, kept choosing the wrong things, and the lies just kept getting out of control, but it was like an avalanche—I didn’t know how to turn it back. I didn’t know how to make it stop.” She sucked in a sob. “And then Ric asked me point blank. Which no one ever had. Maybe I would have told the truth all along if someone had just asked me—”

“Still blaming everyone else—”

“You don’t get to sit in judgment of me like you’ve done nothing wrong in your life—” Elizabeth whirled around. “I am not blaming Lucky. Or Jason. Or, God, even Sonny or Carly for making me feel like my son would be a burden. I blame me for giving a damn what anyone else thought. I blame me for being scared and weak—” She took a deep breath. “I blame me. At the end of the day. For lying about Jake. For hurting Lucky. And for hurting Jason. But tell me how I stop this, Nikolas, without hurting one of them. Do I let Lucky stay Jake’s father and keep Jason out? When he never did anything to deserve that? How do I end this lie, this terrible thing I’ve done—you have so many damn answers, Nikolas, how do I fix this so that I’m the only one who gets damaged?”

Nikolas grimace, looked away. “I’m just trying—”

“Maybe I’m the one who should lose. Maybe I should give my sons to Lucky and Jason, and let them split custody. Right? Would that solve everyone’s problems if I just disappear—”

“No. No,” Nikolas repeated. “Of course not. I know there’s no easy way out of this. I just—you wanted me to help with Lucky and custody, and I’m telling you I can’t.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes. “He’s going to lose custody of Jake. He just is. Jason’s going to file for paternity, and the court favors blood relatives. I haven’t met with my lawyer  yet, but I can’t imagine it’ll go another way. Maybe he’ll get visitation, but it won’t be as his father.”

“I’ve tried to tell him that—”

“I am so tired of Cameron not mattering to him.”

Nikolas closed his mouth. “He loves that little boy—”

“Not enough. Never enough. He didn’t check into rehab for me. He didn’t do it for Cameron. He didn’t love us enough to get clean, to stop screwing around with Maxie. He did it for this baby. For his own child. Because he might love Cameron, and Cameron might call him Daddy, but in his heart—” The truth was so hard to say, but it had to be done. “Lucky never saw him as his own. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t be threatening to walk away if he did.”

“I don’t know how to make this okay for you and the boys. I’m glad you ended the lie, Elizabeth,” Nikolas told her. “But you don’t get to walk away from the damage you’ve done. You want to be angry that Lucky doesn’t see Cameron as his son? You’re the one that took Cam from him last year. How much did he get to see him while you were separated? You made it clear that was your son, and Lucky was along for the ride.”

Elizabeth went over to the door, opened it. “Lucky was high on pills most of the time last year. He was screwing Maxie wherever he could, and I don’t know what he’s told you, but he never asked to see Cameron. If I hadn’t been pregnant, we both know Lucky wouldn’t have tried so damn hard to make things work. But you knew all of that. You just don’t care. Go ahead and take Lucky’s side. Pay for his lawyers. I’ll be sure to drop a check in the mail for last year’s help—”

“I didn’t mean it that way—”

“You did, Nikolas. It’s always been Lucky first with you. As soon as I get back to work, Nikolas, I’ll pay you back. And then you and I are done. Get out.”

Kelly’s: Courtyard

“Mom means well,” Sam said, sipping her milkshake. “But you can still win the case.”

“I know.” Lucky picked up a French fry but used it to push others around the plate. “It’ll just be hard. I guess I just have to decide if I want to fight.”

“Mom did give you one piece of advice, right?” Sam set the shake down, leaned forward. “If Jason’s not in question, then you get to stay Jake’s father.”

“Am I supposed to kill him or something?” Lucky said weakly. “He’s here—”

“Make him disappear from the custody suit. If he were still on trial for murder, he wouldn’t be filing for paternity. It’s why he lied so long, Lucky. Because I couldn’t have kids, and he didn’t think he’d around to watch you raise Jake. He thought he was going to jail. He’s not, so he’s coming for Jake. But that doesn’t change the fact that if we put our minds to it, we can make him look like an unfit father.” Sam sat back. “And if you go after Elizabeth, you’ve got an even better chance—”

Lucky winced. “I don’t know. I mean, Jason was exonerated. And he’s always had a good reputation with kids. How do I make him look unfit? And Elizabeth—whatever my problems are with her—” He crumbled up a napkin. “She’s not a bad mother.”

“Not a bad mother? Really? She hangs out with Jason, doesn’t she? She lied repeatedly to go to see him. Didn’t she steal your badge to do it? And the kidnapping—she didn’t tell you about Jason. What if you’ve started to look at Jason’s life? Maybe you would have found Maureen Harper faster.”

Sam stared at her  lap, dismissing the spiral of guilt that twisted through her. She could have stopped all of that, she could have told the truth—but it would have just made everything end faster.

It was over. Now it was her turn for revenge.

“She didn’t, no,” Lucky murmured. “She protected Jason and herself. Her lies. While she was judging me, angry with me, because I had to investigate the possibility she’d done something.”

“Good mothers don’t lie when their babies are missing. You deserve your boys, Lucky. I promised you I’d help you get them. This is how we can do it—”

“Can I get the check for you?”

Surprised, they looked up to find Georgie standing there, an empty tray perched against her hip. “What?”

“The check,” Georgie repeated, gesturing at Sam’s nearly empty shake, and Lucky’s mostly eaten plate. “Or did you want something else?”

“No. No. The check is fine. Thanks, Georgie.”

“Be right back.” Georgie went inside the diner, glancing at the duo over her shoulder, then went to ring them up. Her hands were shaking as she considered the conversation she’d overheard.

No one ever noticed the waitresses.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

“Thank you for meeting with me at the same time,” Diane said, setting her brief case on the table, her smile softening as she saw Jake cradled in Jason’s arms, dozing lightly. “And I guess I don’t have to ask if Jason wants visitation.”

“We can draw something up,” Elizabeth said immediately. “I offered, but—”

“This is working right now, and I don’t see a reason to make things legal if we don’t.” Jason went to set Jake down in a bassinet that had magically appeared that morning — another one of Spinelli’s surprises, obviously.

“We can revisit that later. I wanted to meet with you both because I think the best chance for each of your cases is to provide a united front. Lucky’s lawyer might argue a conflict of interest, but it’s going to be crucial to drive home the fact that your interests are intertwined.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jason said.

Elizabeth folded her arms. “Neither one of us have filed. Is it better if one of us files first or—”

“If it were just a custody and divorce issue, I’d say we wait for other party. To see what their argument is. However, I’m suggesting a two-pronged approach. Jason will file a paternity suit in family court, asking to be declared Jake’s legal father and terminate Lucky’s rights. That will give us leverage in a custody case. A judge might hear the cases together, but it still gives you—” Diane said, pointing at Elizabeth, “—a stronger argument. You’re going to take the hit on lying—”

“I know—”

“But as you explained on the phone, things were difficult last year. You didn’t plan a pregnancy, you used protection. You were separated from Lucky at the time, and he was the one having an affair during the marriage. He had a drug addiction which is on the record. All of these things will help a judge understand how we got here. And the fact you came clean to avoid perjury—this helps your credibility.” She looked a Jason. “And you need to keep your nose clean while this is going on. Your arrest record can be used against  you in family court, but without a conviction it doesn’t get you far. You get dragged in again—”

“That won’t be a be a problem,” Jason said.

“All right.”

“Can I win?” Elizabeth wanted to know. “If we do it this way—”

“I might have said Lucky might get some measure of visitation with Jake but you’ve told me he’s doing an all or nothing approach. I can tell you that a family court judge is not going to look on Lucky with kindness for leveraging custody of one child against another. Particularly a child without another legal father ready, willing, and able to step up.”

Jason opened his mouth, then closed it. This was not the time to suggest to Diane that Cameron did have someone ready to step up if Lucky took a walk. He hadn’t even thought his mind was drifting that way until Diane had said those words, and they’d felt like a lie.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. “It could backfire then,” she said softly.

“Lucky will be seen as a vindictive parent punishing you for a lie where you’re going to have the sympathy. You had a cheating husband addicted to pain pills who had refused to get clean until you turned up pregnant. You felt the pressure to keep him clean and thought learning the truth would cause a relapse. I could win this case in my sleep,” Diane told her. “However, if by the time Lucky files, he’s dropped that argument—well, we might have a different fight on our hands. So I think we go first. I’ll file for paternity on Jason’s behalf, and then the divorce, with a custody agreement only mentioning Cameron.”

“Which will mean he has to either file for both boys, or just Cameron.” Elizabeth nodded. “All right, I guess that works.”

“We’re going to call his bluff,” Diane said, picking up the briefcase. “I’ll get the paperwork started. Let’s see if he has the guts to tell a family court judge that if he doesn’t get both boys, he’s going to walk away.”

This entry is part 34 of 41 in the Mad World: Liberty

There’s another world inside of me
That you may never see
There’s secrets in this life that I can’t hide

And somewhere in this darkness
There’s a light that I can’t find
Or maybe it’s too far away, yeah

Or maybe I’m just blind
When I’m Gone, 3 Doors Down


Thursday, May 1, 2004

Lexington Avenue: Street

Claudia pulled the car into the garage. She waited until the door had closed behind her before removing her sunglasses and turning to her backseat and grinning. “It really should have been harder to sneak a dead man into Port Charles.”

Ric straightened, running his fingers through his disheveled hair with a grimace. “A few more weeks, and I won’t have to do this anymore,” he muttered. He shoved open the door. “This guard better be better than the last one you turned—”

“Hey, don’t knock Cody Paul,” Claudia retorted. “I called it from the beginning. He was only with us for a reason. I told Daddy that he wasn’t committed to our end game, but he thought it was worth a shot. We got what we wanted—”

“We wanted Jason to go after your father and eliminate him,” Ric retorted. He slammed the car door. “Then your idiot brother would be in charge and hand things over to you, and we’d go in for the kill.”

“Who knew the stupid wife would almost die?” Claudia muttered. They moved into the house and she dumped her purse on the kitchen counter. “If she hadn’t ended up in the hospital, Morgan would have gone nuclear. Bad timing.” She leaned against the counter. “But this guy—Richie—he’s the real deal. He was already pissed off when Cody Paul got promoted last summer. Thought it should have been him. And then Morgan pulls Richie just days after he finally gets the nod.” Claudia shrugged. “Just Morgan’s bad luck that Richie can be bought.”

Ric folded his arms. “So he’s on Carly’s club. That can work for us. Thanks to your brother, we know Jason’s agitated. We know he got the bear, took it home, and brought it back—he’s looking for a reason to go after Anthony.”

“Exactly. We roll with the plan, and he’ll head off to deal with my father personally. Then—” Claudia smirked. “He gets rid of my father just like we planned. A few months late, but better than never.” She paused. “I get what I want from this — everyone knows John isn’t cut out for this, but what makes you think you’ll be able to get close to the wife and kid?”

“You leave that up to me,” Ric retorted. “She’s not your problem anymore.”

“Whatever. Just as long your bullshit doesn’t get in my way.” Claudia’s eyes flashed. “I’m too close to what I want to let your revenge screw me over.”

He grabbed her elbow as she started to pass him and yanked her towards him. “Don’t cross me, Claudia. I can end all of this with one phone call. Morgan might want me dead, but he has no problem eliminating women who put Elizabeth in danger. He finds out you’re actually behind all of this? You’ll be rotting next to Faith Roscoe.”

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Jason rocked Cameron in his arms. “Didn’t I give you power of attorney?” he asked Justus, shifting Cameron to his other shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, but this isn’t the normal problem.” Justus leaned against the desk. “I think our supply chain is getting screwed with. We’re having shipping issues out of Philly.”

Jason grimaced. “Not Tagliatti again—”

“No, this is coming from Joe Ligambi,” Bernie told him. “He’s still trying to consolidate things after Merlino went inside in ’01.” He sighed. “And he’s not exactly happy about the contract Sonny and Merlino had—he wanted a bigger take—”

“It came up while you were at the lake,” Justus continued. “But we put it away, and I thought Joe sucked it up and let it go, but two of the last three shipments that came through Philly were damaged by the time they got to us. We were able to make our buyers whole—”

“But it’s a pattern.” Jason sighed and went over to set Cameron in the bassinet by the fireplace. He checked his son’s temperature, then turned his full attention to Justus and Bernie. “I wasn’t here when Sonny negotiated with Merlino.” And he barely knew the Philly crime scene. “You know Philly better than I do, Justus. What’s the story?”

“Joe’s trying to do the Sonny Corinthos makeover,” Justus said dryly. “Trying to make the family seem less trigger happy. That’s the crap that got Merlino and Natale in trouble. Every time they offed one of their rivals, it just made the police look at them harder. Joe just wants to look tough, and it’s easy to practice on us right now.”

Jason hated that thought, but he knew that Justus had a point. They’d weathered the internal storm after pushing Sonny out of the business, but it was going to be harder to shore up their reputation to everyone else.  “I’m not interested in doing Joe any favors that make us look weaker. He needs us more than we need him. Pull our shipments from Philly and route them somewhere else.”

“He’s not going to like that,” Justus warned Jason as he scribbled something on a contract. “And our only other option is Baltimore. You in the mood to toss them business? They were part of the Lansing sightings.”

Jason exhaled slowly. “Nicky claimed that he’d been passed the intel by someone he trusted. We can probably swing a better deal in Baltimore than Philly because he wants to make good.” He didn’t want to let a single person who’d passed on false information about Ric Lansing to get away with it, but he had to be practical. Elizabeth and Cameron were safe and healthy. Sonny wasn’t a threat anymore. “Make the offer.”

“Got it.” Justus tossed the contract into his case, then started towards the door. He pulled it open only to reveal Sonny on the other side. Justus stepped back, and Bernie paused as he closed his own briefcase. “Sonny.”

“Hey, I was hoping you had a minute.” Sonny put his hand on the door frame. “I, uh, saw that the guard wasn’t on the door so I figured Elizabeth wasn’t here.”

“She had a doctor’s appointment,” Jason said. “I’ll talk to you both later,” he said to Justus and Bernie. The two of them filed past their former boss, keeping their eyes averted.

“I got a call from a friend in Philly.” Sonny closed the door and shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. “You remember Stevie Mazzone?”

Jason tensed. “Why did he call you?” That shouldn’t be happening any more, and he’d make it clear to Mazzone.

“I guess to take our temperature on how you’re dealing with Joe’s, uh, offer.” Sonny rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not trying to get involved, but you know, I got a lot of contacts still. I can be useful, Jason—”

“If I let you back in, even for information,” Jason said, “you won’t be satisfied, Sonny. I know you. You’ll tell yourself it’s just advice. Just a bit of help. But what happens when I don’t listen?”

Sonny’s jaw clenched. “You haven’t been in this game as long as I have—”

“That didn’t bother you when you dumped things on me and left Brenda at the altar.” Jason folded his arms. “I told you, Sonny. You have to be out. You wanna stay across the hall and in Port Charles, fine. But that’s it.”

“You don’t even wanna give me a chance? You know exactly how I’ll act?” Sonny demanded. “You’re just like everyone else—”

Jason exhaled slowly, tried to gather his patience. “I’m just being realistic. I can’t have people calling you and trying to get between us. I already got Joe’s offer. I don’t need to hear it from Stevie—and he has no business talking to you. That’s what got us into this mess—people not going through the channels—”

“You think everything has to be all neat and tidy?” Sonny demanded as Jason turned away from him to check Cameron again. “That’s not how this business works! It’s messy! People get hurt!”

“Which is why we don’t take the risks that aren’t necessary. Baltimore is weaker than Philly and they need us more. I never liked working out of Philly anyway.” The city and the business had been too violent, and it left a bad taste in Jason’s mouth. He was, in a lot of ways, relieved to be pulling out.

“One day, you’re gonna need me,” Sonny told him darkly. “I won’t be there, and you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself—”

“I did need you!” Jason retorted. “Last summer. I needed you to keep the cops off my back, but you decided to drink yourself into oblivion! Where were you when Elizabeth nearly overdosed and died? When she was getting drugged night after night to rescue your wife? Where were you when my family needed you?”

Sonny’s face lost its color. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean it that way—”

“I needed you to hear me when I told you that Elizabeth has a potentially fatal condition that could have killed her and our son at any minute. I needed you to not lock Carly in her room. Do you think I wanted to take over all of this at the same time my son was in the NICU?” Jason demanded. “Don’t tell me that I need you, Sonny. That’s the one thing I’ve learned this year. This business does not need you. I don’t need you. Don’t you come in here and demand to be included. You threw that away over and over again. Get out.”

Sonny stared at him, swallowing hard. “Jason—”

“The worst part of all of this?” Jason interrupted, his voice rough and tight. “I let you get away with the dark moods for years until it nearly cost me everything. So congratulations, Sonny. You were right. I needed you, you weren’t there, and it was my fault. Are you happy?”

“No.” Sonny took a deep breath. “No. I’ll go.” He fumbled for the door and left. Jason stared hard after him, then closed his eyes. He turned back to his son as Cameron started to fuss. He didn’t have the time or energy to deal with this. He couldn’t worry about Sonny anymore.

Buffalo, New York

Joyce House: Front Step

Angela knew why they were there. It was written in every line of her face, in the way her knuckles clutched at the door, curling around the edge. “She didn’t put it away,” she said softly, looking at the man standing just behind Taggert. “Did she, Scotty?”

Scott sighed and tipped his face to the sky for a long moment before focusing on his friend’s widow. “Did you really think she would, Angie?”

“No. No, I guess not.” Angela stepped back and let the two men into the house. “I blame myself,” she murmured. “I should have guarded my tongue better.” She folded her arms as they stood there in the entryway of the house. “It was the guilt. The way she sounded on the phone when I said I wouldn’t come to Port Charles after Lucky was shot, I had to go.”

“You’ve been running scared too long, Ang.” Scott put a hand on her elbow. “Let us try to dig you out.”

“It’s not possible,” Angelia murmured. “I should have paid closer attention when Ollie got that job with the Smiths. He was just happy to have something that paid well. He wanted the world for our little girl, so he stayed. He wanted the best schools, the best clothes—”

“Any father would,” Taggert said.

Angela shook her head. “I just—I believed him when he said he was just doing the legit side of the business, but—” She sighed, then rubbed the side of her face. “You know, he talked about quitting but there were always reasons to stay. He always found a reason. I think he liked it, but he was afraid to admit say so.”

“Liked what?” Taggert asked.

“Power,” Scott murmured, and Angela flashed him a grateful smile. “A powerless kid goes out and tries to get some of it for his own so no one can ever hurt him again.” He paused. “Ollie was a foster kid who scraped and crawled for everything he had. He didn’t want that for Kelsey, I know that. He’d have been proud as hell of her, Angie. Everything she’s done with her life.”

“It’s what gets me through it.” Angela hesitated. “I don’t know what I can tell you, Lieutenant Taggert. I knew who and what Ollie worked for but he never brought it home with him.”

“Then give me some impressions,” Taggert asked. “Tell me about the last few months he was alive. Did he change? Was he worried?”

“He was more anxious. Damian Smith wasn’t fond of Ollie, and he was always concerned that Frank couldn’t protect him forever. Ollie stayed in the job because he was Frank’s choice,” Angela added. “We had dinner with Frank a few times before he went to jail, and Ollie visited him regularly.”

“Was it just Damian that was giving him anxiety?” Scott asked. “He wasn’t all that involved in Frank’s business back then. I thought he was more interested in ELQ.”

“You also know how fickle and dangerous Damian was,” Angela murmured. “But I think Ollie was worried about the girls. He was never a fan of the strip clubs but he tried to make sure they were respectable. He was having trouble with one of the new managers.”

“New managers?” Taggert echoed. Oh, hell. “How new?”

“I’m not sure. Ollie never got into it. He just said that he’d overlooked something but it was bothering him. He said something after Christmas, I think. Or—” Angela paused. “I think it was closer to the spring. Yes, it was in March. The last week of it, because he didn’t want to go on a family trip to Florida we’d planned. He needed to stay home.”

“The last week of March 1994,” Scott repeated. He looked at Taggert. “Karen and Jagger were married that week.”

“Karen?” Angela echoed.

“My daughter, Karen Wexler,” Scott clarified. “Rhonda, Ollie, and I went to high school together. Rhonda never told me about her, not until just before Karen’s wedding.” His heart twisted at the memory of his daughter. “Ollie knew. Rhonda had reached out to him the summer before when she was at the Paradise Lounge—”

“The Paradise—” Angela snapped her fingers. “That’s it—that’s where Ollie was spending a lot of time right before that night. He didn’t trust the manager.”

Taggert grimaced. He’d wanted this to lead anywhere else, but it looked like he had no choice but to see it through. It always came back to Sonny. “Kelsey told us you were threatened directly the morning after your husband was murdered. Did you know the man who threatened you?”

Angela cleared her throat. “Not by name. Not then,” she said softly, “but I’d seen him around the clubs. I went to pick Ollie up one night, and he was outside with him. But then, later in the papers—I’ve seen his face.” She paused. “That’s why I couldn’t go back. He’s still there. He murdered my husband and told me that if I ever said anything, he’d make sure it was the last words I ever spoke.”

Scott went over to her, took her hands in his, squeezed them. “I can’t bring back Ollie. I can’t even promise you justice. I wish I could. But I can promise that you can trust the lieutenant and I to look after you.”

Angela drew in a deep breath, her eyes intent on him. “Sonny Corinthos. He stood over my husband’s dead body and threatened our daughter. I had to run, Scotty. I had to let Ollie go so that Kelsey would be safe.” Her face crumpled. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Corinthos Penthouse: Master Bedroom

Sonny slammed his bedroom door, his hands shaking. He dragged them through his hair and started to pace the room.

I did need you—

I’m not interested in giving you a break—

I don’t really have an interest in getting to know you better—

Needed you—I can’t—I’m sorry—that’s just how it is—

The voices of Jason, Carly, and Dante rolled around his head, repeating over and over again until Sonny wanted to scream—his fist was aching—why did it hurt—

He squinted down at his fingers, then slowly stepped back, wiggling them as he focused at the hole in the wall.

He’d done that. He didn’t remember.

“It should have been you.”

The soft voice that was always with him swirled around him. Sonny turned and found Lily sitting on the edge of the bed, in the silky pink sheath dress she’d worn that fateful night, her lovely face unchanged. He could still remember her, dangling the keys with a bright smile as she walked towards the car.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“You think the pills keep me away?” Lily leaned forward, her eyes amused. “We both know better, don’t we, baby? I’ll be the last face you see.” She flicked to something behind her, and Sonny turned around to find the first woman who had haunted him standing there.

Adela. His mother. “Mami—”

“Mi hijo.” Adela’s mournful expression. “Still lost. Still in the dark.”

“No. No,” Sonny repeated forcefully. “I got out of the dark. I made it happen—”

“Didn’t matter who you had to hurt to make that happen.” A new voice made him jump as Brenda Barrett sauntered across the room and sat next to Lily. “We’re all just collateral damage, aren’t we, Sonny?”

“You—” Sonny swallowed hard. “You’re not dead. You shouldn’t be here—”

“You’re the one that makes the rules.” Brenda arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “You always had to be in control.You have a real problem with hurting women, don’t you?”

“I have never hurt—” Sonny gasped.

“We both know that’s not true.” A hand slid over Sonny’s shoulder and he turned to blink at Carly as she sat next to Brenda. “Not slapping a woman around doesn’t make you a saint, Sonny. You don’t get a cookie because you didn’t turn into an abusive asshole like your stepfather.”

“He could be good sometimes,” Adela said softly. “You never wanted to give him a chance—”

“You—” Sonny’s throat was tight as he squeezed his eyes shut. “None of you are here. All of this is in my head. I know this. I know you’re not here. You can’t be—”

“That’s right, Sonny,” Brenda’s voice was sardonic even as it faded into nothing. “Wish us away. That’ll work.”

When he opened his eyes, he was alone in the bedroom again, the only sound his ragged breathing.

Morgan Penthouse: Master Bedroom

Elizabeth removed her necklace and set it in the tray on her vanity, then twisted on the stool as Jason emerged from the bathroom, Cameron already swaddled in his bedclothes. “The bottle is warm,” she told him.

“Thanks.” Jason sat down and began to feed the baby. She studied him, squinting. He’d been quiet since she’d returned from the doctor, but she knew it wasn’t about her or Cameron. His energy was quiet and subdued, but it didn’t feel directed at her.

She went over to the dresser to pull out a pair of sweats to change into for bed. “Did I tell you today was the last appointment with Kelly?” she asked as she shimmied into the pants, wincing slightly as they rubbed against her c-section scar. “It feels weird that the next appointment is just with Monica.”

Jason looked up. “But she said everything was healed, didn’t she?”

“Clean bill of health, and she doesn’t think I should have to have another c-section if we decide to have another baby.” Elizabeth smiled as Jason set the bottle aside and set Cameron on his shoulder to gently pat his back. “When she said that, I almost laughed. It feels so weird to be able to think about it.”

Jason raised his brows. “Are we thinking about that?”

“Eventually. If this surgery goes well. I asked Monica and she said that to be safe, she’d advise waiting at least two years.” She twisted her fingers. “I mean, I know my siblings were crap, but I think that’s mostly how our parents raised us, you know. In competition with each other.”

“Yeah. AJ said that once about Monica and Alan,” Jason said. He set Cameron in the cradle, then removed the spit towel from his shoulder and tossed it in the hamper. “He said they were doing better with Emily.”  When she frowned at him, Jason continued, “After the accident, there was a time when AJ and I could talk to one another. I think he was always hoping I’d remember Jason Quartermaine.”

“I bet. Jason Quartermaine always seemed to have AJ’s back, even when AJ didn’t deserve it. To lose the person that supported and loved you best and to know it was your fault—” Elizabeth shook her head. “Anyway, I see the way you and Emily love each other. And Luke and Bobbie. Lucky and Lulu. I’d like that for Cam. But if it doesn’t work out, he’ll have Michael and Morgan.” She paused. “Did something happen today? I mean, I’m not asking about work, it’s just—”

“Sonny came by,” Jason cut in. “And we—” He sat on the bed next to her. “It didn’t go well. He was angry because I wouldn’t take advice from him about a business thing, and I—” He grimaced. “I lost my temper.”

“I’m sorry. I know how hard it is for you to keep Sonny in the dark and out of things—”

Jason shook his head. “It’s not hard,” he told her. “I thought it would be, but it just makes sense. And I don’t need his advice. That’s what Bernie and Justus are for. I told him he can’t be someone that weighs in. It complicates things.” He hesitated. “And then he told me that one day I’d need him, and he wouldn’t be there. That it would be my fault.”

Elizabeth reached out for his hand and held it between her own. “I can’t imagine that went well,” she murmured.

“I told him that time had already come and gone. I needed him when Carly was in that panic room. He had just one job — to keep the police on him and not me. But he didn’t do that. So Capelli focused on you and me.”

“Then planted that story,” Elizabeth finished. “If Sonny had been distracting him—Jason, Capelli was always going to be watching us—”

“If I could have just taken a minute that week, I might have thought of the real estate agent, the panic room—how many pills did Ric give you because Sonny couldn’t do anything?” Jason pushed himself to his feet, drawing his hand out of her grasp. “Then when you got sick, he could have taken the weight off me. If he’d dealt with his mental health after the panic room—”

“He wasn’t ready—” Elizabeth nodded. “But okay. I get it. You needed him and he didn’t show up.”

“There has never been a single moment since I came to work for him that I didn’t stand by him,” Jason said roughly. “When he dumped everything on me, including jilting Brenda, I did it. When he wanted to go back into the business, I did it. When he wanted to me to keep secrets from you, I did it. But it’s never been equal.”

Elizabeth got up and went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and leaning her head against his chest. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“I needed him, he wasn’t there, and it was my fault. I could have done what Carly did. Months ago. In December, when he locked Carly in that room — I could have done more. I should have done more to force him to get help.” He kissed the top of her head. “I can’t go back and fix my mistakes. All I can do is try not to make the same ones over and over again. I’ve always protected Sonny. Time after time. All he does is take. I can’t give him anymore. I have nothing left.”

“All right.” She leaned up on her toes to brush her lips against his, lingering. “Don’t blame yourself. Maybe you could have done more, but Sonny still had to be ready to accept help. If he’s still not there, then there’s nothing else we can do.” She paused. “It was my last appointment with Kelly today,” she reminded him. “And I have a clean bill of health.”

Jason drew his brows together, then his eyes widened as that sank in. “Really?”

“Yeah, and Cameron only sleeps an hour at a time, so we should make the best of it.” She kissed his jaw. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again.

Kelly’s: Kitchen

Lulu sighed for the third time, and Dante glanced over his shoulder from the sink where he was finishing the last of the dishes. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You said that the first two times.” Dante dried his hands and turned to her, leaning against the counter. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just—it’s Friday night and we’re working.” She made a face. “It sucks. Listen, if I make sure I’m off next weekend, can you do the same? We’ll go do something that is not this.”

“We’re going down to Rochester tomorrow, remember?”

“Yeah, but that’s with everyone else—”

“You just look for things to be annoyed about, don’t you?” he asked. He walked over, took her face in his hands and kissed her. “Relax.”

“Hey, I don’t have to look for things. This crazy—” She grinned and nipped at his mouth. “It comes naturally. And you signed up for it.”

“Yeah, well, you know—I’m a glutton for punishment—”

Someone cleared their throat from behind them, and Dante and Lulu turned to find Carly standing in the doorway. “Oh…” Lulu blinked at her cousin. “We’re, um, closed.”

“No, I know.” Carly was smiling faintly. “Sorry. I parked in the back, and the Cellar’s outside entrance goes to the front. I didn’t feel like walking all the way around. Sorry to interrupt.”

“No, no, it’s cool.” Dante stepped back. “You want me to walk you to your car?”

“No, I’m just outside.” Carly hesitated. “Listen, Dante—Alexis told me she reached out to you about Kristina—and I—”

“I don’t expect anything,” he said quickly, expecting her to tell him her boys weren’t part of the deal. “I’m not even sure I’m going to really take Alexis up on her offer—”

“Oh. Well, I just—I wanted to tell you that I should have said something earlier. Michael saw some of the papers, and he’s asked about you. He’s, uh, kind of interested in having an older brother.” Carly smiled. “He thinks you can give him some tips so he can do a good job with Morgan.”

Dante blinked at her. “Oh.”

“Think it over,” Carly told him. “There’s not a lot of upside to being related to Sonny,” she continued, “so you might as well as take the good where you can find it.”

“Thanks,” Dante said.

“Lu, walk me out,” Carly said. “I wanted to talk to you about something for Mother’s Day.”

“Oh, cool. I wanna do something awesome for my mom.” Lulu hopped off the counter. “I’ll be right back,” she told Dante.

Outside in the alley, Carly turned to Lulu. “Hey, we can talk about Mother’s Day another time. I actually wanted to ask you if Sonny has been annoying Dante since he got out.”

Lulu folded her arms and walked with Carly towards the back lot. “Why didn’t you ask Dante?”

“I didn’t think he’d tell me. I just—I know he’s got a mother of his own,” Carly said. “But that doesn’t stop me from being worrying.”

“Sonny came by once, but Dante made it clear—”

Lulu frowned as a pair of headlights washed over them—She shielded her eyes, temporarily blinded— “What the—”

Brakes squealed as a car swerved then came to a screeching halt. The passenger door flew open and someone rushed out—towards Carly—

“Hey!”

Someone—a woman—Lulu thought—grabbed Carly’s arm and started dragging her towards the car. Carly screamed and Lulu grabbed Carly’s other arm to hold her back. “Help!” Lulu screeched.

Footsteps pounded towards them as Dante ran up, shoved the woman back, Lulu and Carly falling to the gravel—the woman snarled, then got back into the car. It peeled out of the lot—

“Get the license plate!” Lulu panted as Carly struggled back to her feet.

“Damn it, it’s too dark—” Dante scowled, looked at them. “What the hell is going on?”

Shakily, Carly swallowed. “That’s what I’d like to know.”

August 10, 2022

Update Link: The Last Time – Scenes 11-14

Yesterday: Mad World, Chapter 108

Thank you so much for all the kind words and thoughts on yesterday’s post. It was a really hard morning, but I worked on a few projects and actually wrote the epilogue to Mad World (better late than never), and it kept my mind pretty distracted. Sleeping was hard, and I didn’t really want to get out of bed, but here I am. I’m writing this post before I actually get started today, so I don’t even know how this is going to go since today’s scenes set directly after Alan’s death. That may or may not be a good thing.

I wanted to share another memory because it’s helping to go through all our old pictures. Lauren and I met in college, and we majored in History together. I had a second major in French, and she had her second major in Political Science. She took French as a minor, so we had a lot of classes together. One summer, we took French together, and we used to write notes in each other’s notebooks in the margins. Our professors both loved and hated us. There was a kid in our class who annoyed us (I can’t honestly tell you why after like 11 years to be honest), and we used to make jokes about throwing our water bottle at him. We never would, of course, but it would defuse our irritation to make notes like this.

We got through French together by the skin of our teeth (she found it hysterical when I got hired to teach it). We took a class where we were reading The Phantom of the Opera in its original French. We bought the book, opened to the first page, and we literally started crying in the Rutgers café because it looked like complete gibberish to us.  We ended up buying an English translation, so we could read it in English, then read the French, THEN read the English again. Somehow, we earned As.

We survived French, and German Lit. And Dr. Soll. And all the other classes that came later. A lot of Starbucks from the café and pints from the bars after classes. Absolutely never would have survived without her.

This entry is part 3 of 10 in the The Last Time

Written in 53 minutes.


11
No past, no reasons why

He couldn’t look at his mother or sister, couldn’t comfort them in their grief or accept what they offered. He felt like a fraud. Like an impostor pretending he was one of them. He’d spent years pushing Alan away, shoving him out of the edges of his life until Alan had given up and accepted whatever pathetic crumbs Jason had doled out over the years—

How could Alan had laid there at the end and not been bitter? How could this man who had grieved and lost a son only to be confronted with a stranger wearing his face still have the strength as he lay dying to say he’d never stopped loving Jason or that he was sorry for giving up—

Jason stumbled out of the room, the numbness slipping and sliding through his veins until he felt somewhere else. Was he even really here? Had any of this happened—

“Jason.”

He stopped, his hand on the wall glass, Monica still visible on the other side, holding Emily as she cried. As his sister sobbed like she was breaking apart—

Sam stood a few feet away, her eyes rimmed with red, a patch of soot staining her cheek, her dark hair tangled, the blouse she wore torn at the shoulder. “Jason,” she repeated. “I’m so sorry. Let me be there.”

He held up his hands, warding her off. He couldn’t. He didn’t have a right to feel this way. “I can’t.”

“Why—” She inhaled sharply, her dark eyes swimming with hurt, but her jaw clenched with anger. “Why are you pushing me away? I didn’t do anything wrong! You’re the one who lied—”

He couldn’t do this. Couldn’t listen. Couldn’t hear her voice. Couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t do anything. He just wanted the quiet. He wanted everything to go away. Why wouldn’t the world just stop so he could think—

Jason turned, walking away from Sam’s outstretched hands, heading for the elevators. He jabbed the button, but it opened almost immediately — and inside, he found the other Quartermaines. Edward. Tracy. Ned. Dillon—

Ned must have seen it in his face, because he put his hand on Edward’s shoulder. “We didn’t make it in time,” he breathed.

“No—no!” Edward barked, turning to his grandson, the fear in his eyes stark. “No! I can’t—it’s not—”

Jason couldn’t be here for this. Couldn’t face them either. He walked away from the elevator, turned the corner and shoved the door open to the stairwell.

12
Just you and me

Kelly was standing outside the closed curtain when Jason returned to the emergency room. She finished scribbling something on a clipboard, then met his eyes as he approached. “You’re just in time,” she said, her tone more gentle, more kind than it had been when she’d kicked him out of the treatment area. The news must have already hit the emergency room. “We’re moving her to a room for observation. She’s still asleep, but you can go with her.”

Jason just nodded, and then stepped aside. Kelly opened the curtain—Elizabeth lay on the bed, her face still pale, dark circles beneath her eyes. A pair of orderlys started to push, and Jason followed them down the hall and to the patient elevator.

When they’d settled her into the room, and Kelly had hooked up the monitors, including one for the fetal heartbeat, she started for the door. Then she turned back. “I’m sorry for your loss. Dr. Quartermaine was a great man and he’ll be missed.”

Jason exhaled slowly. “Thank you,” he managed because Kelly didn’t really know any better. She wouldn’t know that he had no right to the grief laying on his shoulders like a heavy weight.

She set Elizabeth’s chart in the door slot, then closed it as she left.  It was finally quiet. A moment to breathe.  Jason looked at the monitor, at the heartbeat of the baby that he’d always wanted to be his—

After the accident, Jason had built a brick wall around himself. Built out of anger, desperation, and a little bit of fear, he could admit now. He’d enclosed himself a little world where nothing could hurt him. Nothing could touch him. He wasn’t damaged inside there, and no one would treat him like he was stupid. He’d let people in over time — Sonny. Robin. Lily. Emily. Lila. Michael. Carly. Monica. Elizabeth.

But never Alan. And his father had tired of beating himself bloody against that wall and he’d given up. Jason hadn’t even noticed, hadn’t felt the difference. He didn’t need a father, he’d told himself over and over again. Even yesterday, Jason hadn’t felt the lack of a father. He’d had Sonny and Mike. And sometimes Luke. He’d had people who he could see now had filled that role.

But tonight, he’d walked Alan to the door and he’d felt that thin connection for the first time in his own living memory.

This is my father, he’d thought.

And his father was gone before Jason could understand, before he could ask himself why now after all this time—

But he wouldn’t have the same regrets on his death bed, he told himself. He wouldn’t give up on his child.

So he sat by Elizabeth’s bed, watching her sleep, watching the beat of her child as she protected it within herself, and promised himself that whatever it took, whatever he had to do, the people in his life would never doubt what they meant to him.

13
This is the last time I’m asking you this

Nikolas found his brother at the hotel, a radio in his hand, as he oversaw what was left of the triage area. Nikolas had been in the emergency room, the cut to his face being stitched, when he’d overheard the argument a few curtains away.

He had stayed out of it, not wanting to make anything worse, but then Lucky hadn’t come back. And the news of Alan’s death had spread like wildfire—he’d nearly sought out Emily but knew she was with her family.

So he’d looked for his brother, praying that this news wouldn’t send him down to that dark place, that Lucky wouldn’t surrender to the pain medication that had destroyed his marriage in the first place—

“Yeah, that’s the last of them,” Lucky said. “Over.” He clipped the radio to his belt as Nikolas approached. “They released you.”

“More important things to worry about.” Nikolas lightly touched the bandage on his cheek. “I’m sorry, Lucky. About the baby.”

“Great, everyone already knows,” Lucky bit out.

“Anyone within hearing range of the emergency room,” Nikolas said gently. “I’m sorry. That she lied. And that you got hurt.”

“It’s always been Jason,” Lucky said tightly. “I should have seen it. I’ve always been her second choice—”

“No. You were always the first choice,”  Nikolas corrected. “You know better than that, Lucky. If she’d wanted Jason, she could have had him. She chose you—”

“Did she?” Lucky’s eyes burned into his. “Or did she feel too damn guilty and responsible for me? I found out she was pregnant and checked into rehab. Should she have told me the truth that day?”

“No.”

“Or maybe when I got out and I was clean. She could have told me then, maybe. Or when I thought Maxie had miscarried the baby. Or when I found out it was all a lie—she had chances to tell me.” Lucky stared back at the hotel, standing strong despite the destruction of the lobby. “And she chose none of them. Because she knew what I’d do. What you think I’m going to do if you’re not holding my hand.”

Relieved that somehow Lucky had already at the same destination Nikolas had intended to help him find, Nikolas nodded. “We—I just want you to be okay.”

“It doesn’t make it right or okay. What she did. She should have told me she didn’t love me anymore.” His voice tightened and he swung his gaze back to his brother. “She should have told me that. I saw it. In her eyes. She didn’t want me in the ambulance. She was annoyed. She only told me tonight because she was too tired and dehydrated to remember the reasons she couldn’t. She wanted me to go away.”

“Lucky—”

“And how do I blame her?” He dragged his hands through his hair. “I did this. Maybe she always loved Jason somewhere, but she never would have acted on it. Never would have turned to him if I hadn’t shoved her out the door.”

“Probably not.”

“So you don’t have to worry about me. I’m seeing clearly. I don’t want to be someone she has to take care of. A burden. An obligation. I deserve more than that, damn it. I just—” Lucky closed his eyes. “I just wanted her to love me. I wanted us to have a fresh start. A life together. But I didn’t see it was too late until she kept asking for Jason.”

“I’m sorry,” Nikolas said. “I am. I need to go back to the hospital,” he continued, and Lucky frowned. “Alan died. Emily needs me. Will you go back with me?”

14
Put my name at the top of your list

Sam sat on a bench in the waiting room outside the ICU, sure that Jason would return. He’d walked away from her, from the grief. It had been a mistake to see his rejection in that moment as part of the lie. She’d hurt him, and made it about her.

She’d never be able to keep this all together if she didn’t find a way to get a handle on this anger. If she let him see how she felt, the anger, the resentment, the jealousy—she’d lose him. He’d push her away, and he’d go to Elizabeth. To the family that was just waiting.

It was better to swallow it. To put it a way, lock inside a box and put it on the highest shelf. Jason would feel guilty about her inability to have children and the way the secret had been revealed. And if she could keep him a little longer, if they could get past this, Sam knew that he’d remember how much he loved her.

But as she continued to wait, as she stared at the elevators, willing them to open and for him to step out—the voices in her head began to pick away at that conviction. Jason wasn’t here. He wasn’t with his sister. Wasn’t grieving the loss of the father he’d barely noticed.

And if he wasn’t here, he was with Elizabeth.

There was a fork in the road. One way led to a future with Jason, just how she’d planned for more than a year, and the other to a life without him.

Which path would she choose?