Chapter Fifteen

Even after three in the afternoon, his hangover still throbbed in his head.

Cursing, Jason hurried down the stairs and onto the docks. He stopped, his eyes going to the stairs that changed his life.

His eyes closed as he tried to fight off the images that came back to haunt him.

“Jason!” screamed Elizabeth as she fell back.

Jason’s eyes widened as he watched her fall down the stairs and land hard on the docks, her head hitting the wood. “Elizabeth!”

Shaking his head violently, Jason groaned and put a hand up to his forehead. That had not been one of his better ideas.

“Hangover?” asked a voice, making him look up.

Nikolas stood across from him, his arms crossed across his chest, an amused smile on his face. “Only you could think this is funny,” Jason muttered.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” admitted Nikolas, moving to look out at the water. “I think it’s pathetic.”

Jason rolled his eyes as he nodded his head. “I’ll agree with you there, pal.”

“Then why did you do it?” asked Nikolas, not turning from his position at the edge of the docks. “You were acting just like Lucky.”

He growled. “Don’t compare me to your brother,” he snapped.

Nikolas sighed and turned. “Look, Jason. I know you’re upset that Elizabeth and Cameron are gone. But right now, getting so drunk you can’t function the next day is not a good idea. Especially with a killer out on there.”

It took Jason a moment before he nodded again and sat down, his elbows on his knees. “I was an ass to my sister,” he groaned.

“Yeah, and I’m surprised she didn’t kick your ass,” said Nikolas, coming to sit next to him.

Jason’s mouth curved. “Did she send you to do the job?” he asked.

Nikolas snorted. “No, I let Emily handle her own battles,” he said, then looked at him. “But you were a complete ass.”

“Great, now that we have that established, how are we going to get Elizabeth back?” asked Jason, running his hands through his hair.

Sighing again, Nikolas shook his head. “I tried my connections, no one can find her. It’s like she fell off the face of the Earth.”

“No,” said Jason, shaking his head. “She’s out there. And when I find her, we’re going to talk.”

Nikolas nodded. “We all are,” he said in agreement.


Elizabeth groaned as she lifted her head from the toilet and pushed herself up. After flushing what she had managed to keep down from this morning, Liz moved over to the sink.

Turning on the faucet, she splashed water onto her face, moaning as the cool water relaxed her.

She hated morning sickness.

Swallowing, she walked slowly out of the bathroom and through the bedroom. Walking across the hall, she pushed open the half open door and smiled down at her sleeping son.

Once Cameron had settled down from the expedition he had led her on, Elizabeth had suggested a nap. Cameron hadn’t argued and immediately wanted to sleep in his big boy bed. She smiled at the memory, and closed the door gently, again leaving it slightly open, before heading down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Pulling open the refrigerator, Elizabeth nearly shut it as a wave of nausea hit her again. Swallowing, Elizabeth pulled out a bottle of juice.

A friend of the Webber family had kept up the house, and it had only taken a phone call and she had been on her way to the cabin located four hours away from Manhattan.

Opening the cabinet to the left of the sink, Elizabeth grabbed a glass and set it down on the counter. Pouring herself a glass, she put the cap back on and set it on the counter before taking a drink.

Sighing, Elizabeth walked out of the kitchen and into the small, but comfortable living room. Everything in the house was painted a dark country brown, which matched the tile of the floor.

A couch sat just inches away from a large open window, which showed the beautiful trees behind the house. An afghan covered the black leather couch, giving it a beautiful look. A table sat in front of the couch. It almost matched the walls and floor, but had a lighter oak color to it.

And the last piece of furniture in the living room was a leather chair. A small table that matched the one that sat in front of the couch was next to the chair. A telephone and newspaper were the only items on it.

Biting her lip, Elizabeth sat in the chair, her legs immediately folding under her.

Looking at the phone, she sighed. Should she call him? Or not? Would he even want to hear from her? Would he even pick up the phone?

Those thoughts ran through her mind, making Elizabeth rethink her decision to leave Port Charles with her son.

“Damn it!” she shouted at the quiet room she sat in, closing her eyes in misery.


Opening the door to the penthouse, Jason nodded to Stan who sat at his desk as he shut the door.

“What do you have?” he asked, not even bothering to say hello.

Raising an eyebrow, Stan moved the chair toward the desk and opened his laptop. “Okay, hello to you too,” he said, as he began pulling up the files he had downloaded.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t have time for this Stan…” he started.

“Her parents own an old cabin four hours north of Manhattan,” interrupted Stan, as he scrolled down. “A friend of the family overlooks the place from time to time.”

“Okay good,” said Jason with a nod. “What else?”

I should be used to him not saying “Thank you Stan,”, Stan thought, managing not to shake his head in slight frustration. “I checked her phone records; Elizabeth’s cell number was on one of them.”

Jason nodded. “So she could be there.”

“Very well could be. I also checked to see if there were any other places the Webber and Hardy family owned. There are two places but they are out of the country,” mentioned Stan, closing his laptop.

Shaking his head, Jason sighed. “She wouldn’t leave the country,” he said, knowing Elizabeth wouldn’t.

Nodding, Stan stood. “I printed a copy for you. I’m still searching for suspects. So far, I have none. Surprisingly, no one really wanted Sonny dead.”

“There has to be something there,” said Jason, folding his arms across his chest.

“If there is, I’ll find it,” Stan said as he grabbed his jacket. “I’ll see you later. Good luck on finding her.”

Jason watched him walk to the door. “Thanks Stan,” he said, watching the other man stop and look at him. “For everything.”

Stan nodded, offering him a smile. “I’m rooting for you, you know.”

Smiling, Jason slapped him on the shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”

“Later man,” said Stan as he walked out the door and headed to the elevator.

Jason closed the door and turned to his desk. Reaching out he took the papers and looked them over. Smiling, he walked to the couch. Stan had even left the number to get a hold of Elizabeth.

I don’t give him enough credit, thought Jason as he set the papers down on the table.

Putting his hands together, he began to rock back and forth slowly. Should I call her, he asked himself. Should I go to her? Would she even want to see me? Would she even answer the door?

Looking down, Jason frowned when he saw a white envelope on the floor.

“It’s Sonny’s handwriting,” said Emily, holding up the envelope in shock.

Jason grabbed it.


Elizabeth held the cordless phone in her hand, chewing on her bottom lip as she rocked back and forth in the chair.

She looked up toward the stairs and knew she had to do this. She had to make the call.

She had to do this for her son…and for herself.

The shrill ring of his cell phone made him drop the envelope and he growled in frustration. Grabbing it, he pulled it open.

“Yeah?” he shouted into the phone.

Silence. It made him growl in frustration.

“I don’t know who the hell this is, but I’m tired of you calling me and not saying anything!” he yelled.

The silence continued until the phone on his desk started to ring. Frowning, he pulled his cell away from his ear as the call disconnected.

Shaking his head, he shut it and walked over to the phone on the desk. Picking it up, he put it against his ear.

“Are you playing a game here, I don’t think this is funny!” he yelled.


Jason’s eyes widened and he swallowed. “Elizabeth?” he asked.

“Hi…” she said, and he imagined her biting her bottom lip. Jason felt his body unexpectedly heat at the thought.

“Hi,” he managed to get out.

“Look I know you must be upset…” she started.

Jason interrupted. “No.”

“No? No as in you’re upset or no as in you’re not upset?”

Closing his eyes, he smiled. “No as in, I don’t want to discuss this over the phone.”

“Oh…uhm…do you want me to call back?”

His eyes flew open. “No!” he said. “I mean yes…I mean…where are you?”

He could hear the smile in her voice and it only made his body heat more. Only Elizabeth could ever do that to him. Make him angry one moment, and so turned on the next.

“I’m at a cabin about four hours away from the city,” answered Elizabeth.

Jason swallowed. “Are you okay? Are you and Cameron okay?” he asked.

“We’re fine Jason…as a matter of fact Cam has been asking about you,” Elizabeth answered.

Smiling, he sagged into the chair that Stan had vacated. “I miss him…I miss you.”

“We do too…Jason I…”

“Don’t please. Don’t say that you need time. Don’t tell me that you need to be away from me. Don’t tell me you made a mistake!” cried Jason, surprised at the desperation in his voice.

“Jason…I did make a mistake.”

“What?” he snapped in shock.

“I made a mistake leaving you and taking Cameron away,” said Elizabeth. “I am so sorry I pushed you away.”

Jason rubbed a hand over his face. “Can I…” he started.

“I want you to come here,” Elizabeth blurted out.

Blinking in surprise, Jason swallowed. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes…Jason, I’m sure. I can’t do this, I can’t push you away. It’s killing me, and I can’t do this to Cameron.”

Jason nodded. “I’ll be there soon,” he said.

“Do you need directions?”

He smiled. “Do you want me to answer that question?” he asked.

Jason heard her laugh. “Be careful. We’ll see you when you get here.”

Smiling, Jason hung up the phone. He then grabbed his jacket and left the penthouse.


“Where is it?” screamed Carly as she kicked the chair, watching it crash into the wall.

Looking around the living room, Carly saw the disaster that she and Lucky had made looking for the note.

“Are you sure it’s even here?” asked Lucky as he came down the stairs.

Carly blew the strand of hair from her face and glared at her cousin. “Of course it’s here!” she snapped.

Lucky raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you’re wrong,” he said.

“I overheard Milo asking Max about the letter that Sonny wrote,” said Carly. “They wouldn’t be talking about a non-existent note otherwise!”

“All right, cool your chops woman. We’ve checked everywhere, it’s not here,” said Lucky.

Running her hands through her hair, Carly sighed. “Then where could it be?”

“The warehouse?” he asked. “You said he did all his business there?”

Carly nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. We should check there,” she said.

Lucky grabbed her hand. “Let’s get out of here before someone shows up.”

She managed to grab her coat and purse before they left the house.


“Cameron!” called Elizabeth as she began to work on dinner, licking her lips as she cut up the vegetables.

She heard his little feet running even before he came into the kitchen, making Elizabeth smile.

“Yes, Mommy?” he asked, looking up at her. The bear that Jason had gotten him one night was held tightly against him.

“I want you to get dressed and wash your hands. I need your help getting dinner ready for when Jason gets here,” answered Elizabeth, almost melting at the sight of her son holding the bear.

Cameron’s eyes widened. “Jason coming here?” he asked in shock.

Elizabeth nodded with another smile. “And he’s going to be here soon, so go and get ready!” she exclaimed.

“Yay!” cried Cameron as he ran toward the stairs. “Daddy Jason’s coming!”

Laughing, Elizabeth shook her head. “Stop running! And wash your hands, mister!”

“Okay, Mommy!” yelled Cameron from the top of the stairs before he hurried into his room.

Daddy Jason was coming and he had to help his Mommy.

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