Monica walked out of the OR, knowing Sonny and Carly would be waiting for news of Jason. It had been hard to see her son like that; pale, weak, vulnerable. She was glad that the bullet had not done a lot of major damage to his internal organs. The bullet had passed straight through and after getting the bleeding stopped; they were able to sew him up without any complications. She had just finished setting up his IV for an antibiotic to avoid infection, and was pulling her scrubs off as Carly and Sonny approached her.
“Monica how is he?” asked Carly, worried there was something wrong.
“He’s going to be fine,” she said, noting the worry on the other woman’s face. “The bullet passed through without causing too much damage. We were able to stop the bleeding and I have him on an antibiotic in case of infection,” she said.
“How long will he be here?” asked Sonny.
“I would prefer he stay here until completely healed, but I know Jason and as soon as he can move he will want out of here. Please, if you are his friends, convince him to stay,” she said, and then turned and headed to the nurses station to write up further orders.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been there. There were no windows and no clocks, and no one had come to the room since she woke up. She knew Jason and her father were looking for her and she was determined to be strong, not to give in to the fear this person, whoever he was, wanted her to do. He probably figured that by leaving her in this dark room, she would break, but she was going to prove him wrong.
It’s true that Jessica had grown up sheltered from her father’s way of life, from the dangers of his work, but that did not mean that she was ignorant to what happened in the underworld life. Jessica had learned to protect herself, by convincing the various bodyguards to teach her self-defense and how to handle a gun. Over the years Jessica had become an expert in various forms of self-defense techniques and was a good shot that rarely ever missed her target. Jessica had never divulged this to her father, and had sworn all the guards she had worked with to secrecy. She had also never told Jason, not sure what his reaction would be. She knew he was good at what he did and wasn’t sure what his feelings would be.
Jessica was thinking about Jason and all that he meant to her. She remembered the first time she met him, when they had literally bumped into each other on the docks. She remembered the way he looked at her and the jolt of electricity when he touched her. She remembered the way he held her a little longer than he needed to. Jessica was settling into her memories, knowing they would help to pass the time when she heard a noise at the door.
Jumping off the bed, Jessica faced the door, ready to strike out. The door opened quickly and the light from the hall blinded her. She put her hands up to block the bright light and was able to make out the silhouette of a figure standing in the door.
“I see you’re finally awake,” said the voice. Jessica was sure she had heard that voice before, but she couldn’t place from where. She watched as he came into the room and closed the door, shutting out the bright light. Jessica lowered her arms, still weary, as she let her eyes readjust to the darkness of the room. The figure walked to a corner and flipped on a small lamp that Jessica had not even realized was there. She saw that the man was dressed all in black, including a ski mask that covered his face.
“Who are you?” she asked. With the light now on, she was able to see a little better and made sure to keep some distance between herself and her captor.
“Just someone looking for a little justice,” he said with a smile in his voice. He looked the girl up and down and saw what had captivated Morgan’s attention. She defiantly had a body on her and momentarily entertained the thought of seeing for himself what Morgan was so interested in.
“Justice? How are you going to get justice by kidnapping me?” she asked. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her and relaxed her body a bit, to prepare for a fight if she had to.
“Believe me, my dear, my plan to finally rid Port Charles of mob activity is working out very nicely.”
Jessica didn’t know what he was talking about, but she knew it wasn’t good. “And what plan is that?” she asked, hoping to draw it out of him.
“Nice try sweetie, but it won’t work. I will reveal my plan only when all the players have been taken care of.” With that, he turned and walked back out the door. Jessica heard the lock click in place and knew that she was going to be spending some more time alone that night.
“We need to find Jessica,” said Jason, wincing in pain as he sat up straighter in the hospital bed. Ever since he woke up and heard what had happened, he had wanted to leave and start looking for her, but Carly and Sonny refused to help him.
“Jason, you have to stay here and heal first,” said Sonny, knowing he was fighting a losing battle with his friend. He could see how much Jason loved this girl, it was plainly there in his eyes and he didn’t know how he had missed it before.
“Sonny, Jessica is out there with some psycho, she probably thinks I’m dead,” he said, swinging his legs over the bed and pulling off the various wires that where attached to him. He looked at the IV in his arm and then looked at Carly. “If you don’t get someone, I will pull this out myself,” he said.
Carly could see the determination in his eyes. She rolled her eyes and went out into the hall. She saw her mother and grabbed her arm. “Jason is insisting on leaving and is ready to pull his IV out if someone doesn’t come and do it for him,” she said, not giving Bobbie a chance to say anything as she pulled her into Jason’s room.
Jason looked up and saw Carly re-enter the room with Bobbie in tow. “Bobbie, I need to find Jessica and I will not stay here while she is missing,” he said, cutting off her protests. Bobbie rolled her eyes, a gesture that looked just like Carly and disconnected the IV and removed the needle in his arm.
“Jason, I do not agree with this and I know Monica won’t either, and not just as your mother but as your doctor,” said Bobbie.
“I will take full responsibility for my actions,” he said as Sonny handed him his clothes. Jason walked into the bathroom, making sure not to show how much the effort hurt. As he pulled off the hospital gown and started to put on his clothes, Jason’s mind flashed to the night he had spent with Jessica at her apartment. She had been nervous, but had put complete trust in him.
Jason followed Jessica into her bedroom. He looked around the room, taking in the soft colors of the walls and bedding. He saw candles and flowers everywhere, and smiled, seeing Jessica in every part of the room. It was light and simple, but elegant, just like her.
He turned to Jessica and took her into his arms, kissing her lightly as he ran his fingers through her hair. He loved it when she wore it loose. He liked how it flowed over her shoulders and down her back, ending just at her lower back.
Jessica ran her hands down the front of Jason’s shirt, wanting to feel all of him, to feel his bare flesh against hers. She reached the bottom of his shirt and began to lift it, letting her fingers graze his flat, hard abs.
Jason kissed her again and then looked at her. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, he didn’t want to rush her.
Jessica nodded and led him to the bed. She lay down on the bed, pulling Jason with her. He stretched out beside her, running his hand down her cheek before pulling her to him and kissing her again. He wanted to take his time and be gentle with her.
Her skin was like silk under his fingers and he couldn’t get enough of it. She had been shy at first, but soon relaxed and responded to his touches and kisses.
Jason finished dressing and headed out of the bathroom, ignoring Carly’s worried look. He grabbed his jacket and gun from Sonny and headed out the door, but came to stop when he realized someone was standing in the door.
“Jason, I can’t let you leave. You just had major surgery and your body needs time to heal,” said Monica, hoping that he would listen to her and get back into bed.
Jason shook his head. “No Monica, Jessica is out there somewhere and I am going to find her.”
Monica looked at the steely determination in her son’s eyes and saw the love there, the same love she had seen when Jessica was the one injured. She sighed and nodded her head, stepping out of his way. She watched as he walked down the hall, could see the pain in his steps, but knew that he was not going to stop until he found the woman he loved and had her back safely.
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