Disclaimer: I don’t own General Hospital or its characters they are property of ABC and I’m just borrowing them for the moment.
Summary: This is what I would have liked to see New Year’s Eve when Elizabeth was in her accident.. Everything that happened in the show has happened…this takes place when Elizabeth leaves the hospital to tell Jason the truth about the baby.
Note: I had originally posted this on another site a while back and as there isn't too much activity there I am bringing it over here with the intent of finally finishing it, especially now since TBTB have decided that they can't handle our girl on the show. I still hold firmly to my opinion that they can't have Liason scenes because they generate too much heat and the show just can't afford to keep replacing cameras. =)
Elizabeth tapped her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to change, fearful that with each delay she was going to somehow lose her nerve and not finish what she had set out to do. She blew out a nervous breath, as she tried to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes to clear her head and hang onto the waning sense of urgency that had fueled her flying off to Jason’s penthouse only to have her flight stalled again and again by a string of red lights her courage faltering with the ticking past of each second, the dread welling in her as she anticipated his reaction… anger, resentment and worst of all disappointment. She knew that’s what she couldn’t face the most was the disappointment and she knew this was something she could never make up to him… ever.
She drew in another steadying breath as she snuck another peek at the light that seemed to be lingering red for far too long. She could turn right and flip around and head back to the hospital finish out her shift and let him know in the morning. Hell, she’d already waited this long, what was another few hours.
She leaned her head back and groaned in self disgust at her own cowardice and stupidity. How had she let it go this far since she never intended to lie in the first place, and then it happened… the lie seemed to make everyone happy and let everything return to normal… whatever normal was. She sighed again under the suffocating weight of this indecision that had plagued her for months. That feeling of dread filled her stomach once again as the urge to flee from her present course of action and her conscience fought the strong urge she had to leave and try this another day.
The truth was going to come out one way or another… it always did. What happened with that young mother in the hospital tonight served as a reminder that the truth about the baby growing inside of her would come out one way or another. She had known in her heart it would come out eventually, especially after the baby was born. Cameron was the spitting image of his father, and she knew that everyone would know once this child made an appearance into this world what a liar its mother was. There would be no hiding or denying the truth then. No. She had to tell the truth now, tonight, before another day passed, before anymore time was wasted on this lie she had somehow unintentionally got caught up in consumed her any more than it already had.
It’s funny how easy it had been to keep the truth to herself, and she never had to actually say the baby was Lucky’s. In fact, she was certain that those words never crossed her lips… after all she had her limits she mused sardonically, but her heart knew she was just at fault for never speaking up when she had meant to at the beginning. She had gone to Jason with every intention of telling him that this baby was his, but Carly had beaten her to it.
Elizabeth wanted so badly to blame Carly for all of this, but she couldn’t. It was true that the blonde had assumed wrongly, but she didn’t correct her and most importantly she didn’t correct Jason when she had the chance. And there had been more than one opportunity. Yeah, she’d told the truth once, but it didn’t count because Jason didn’t remember what she’d told him that night in the church, and when he asked her about it, she’d dodged the question. She could argue that she never said Lucky was the father, but then again and more importantly she’d never said he wasn’t, she’d never spoke the words out loud save that lone instance of desperation. And now, now she was going to pay for that silence and she knew it.
They’d be angry she knew. Both Jason and Lucky would be angry beyond belief, and Elizabeth knew she deserved their anger and resentment, her reasons for keeping quiet were no longer important, and no longer seemed valid. Lucky was out of rehab, he was making progress, and he had a baby with Maxie that he needed to take responsibility for…Jason and Sam were together and on the mend, if Jason could forgive Sam that night with Ric this baby wouldn’t change anything between the two of them. The petite brunette was relieved that things were on track for both men and she didn’t want to make waves with the truth, but she knew that she had to be the one to step up and now was as good a time as any. The only person she was going to lose anything from all of this was herself and maybe Lucky… but he still had Maxie, she reasoned. He still had a baby of his own to cling to and be prepared to help bring into this world, it would soften the blow of losing her and the child that he thought they’d made together.
The truth was, Elizabeth was glad that the baby wasn’t his. She hadn’t realized how badly she didn’t want it to be his until she’d read those paternity results. Yes, she’d felt a twinge of guilt being relieved that the baby wasn’t Lucky’s, but she knew why. If the baby had been Lucky’s, the child wouldn’t have been conceived out of love, but out of desperation to find something that once was, that could never be again. Whatever Lucky and her had, had died and she wasn’t quite sure when, and that night, that last night they had been together had only served to break her heart with the reality that the fairy tale ending was just another illusion life had shattered along the way. And she was happy that this baby wouldn’t be born stained as a constant reminder of the night she knew with clarity everything between her and Lucky was over.
Instead, the child growing within her womb was conceived with someone she respected… someone she had loved for so long it wasn’t necessary to think about. Loving Jason was as natural to her as breathing, but being with him was something entirely different, and they both knew and understood that and never let their friendship go any farther until that night.
That night… that amazing night wasn’t something he’d planned, and it was certainly not something she’d planned, it had happened, they had been careful, and had agreed it would never happen again. He loved Sam, not her, and she couldn’t bear to see the look in his eyes when she told him the baby was his… he’d tell her he’d be there for her to help with the child, and then he’d go home to Sam, and whatever kids the two of them would eventually have. She’d known when he hadn’t fought for her all those years ago, hadn’t cared enough to at least let her know what was going on when Sonny faked his death that she wasn’t someone Jason wanted in his life… not like Sam… and that fact hurt like hell but she had moved on before, and she’d do it again after all Elizabeth Weber was a survivor, she’d had to be and she’d get through this. Only this time, she’d have to find a way by herself but she was going to tell the truth tonight and put an end to all the lies and the consequences… well she’d deal with them when they came.
Her mind back in order she opened her eyes at the sound of a car horn, the light had changed, embarrassed she pulled out into the intersection when suddenly her car was being pushed sideways, the thud of metal bending filled her ears as pain swept through her body and blackness claimed her.
Lucky Spencer and his partner Cruz Rodriguez were just leaving Harbor View Towers from having to re-interview members of Sonny Corinthos’s organization at the behest of interim D.A. Lansing. Neither cop was comfortable with doing the vindictive man’s bidding, but as it was they had no choice in the matter, especially since Lucky’s position on the department was tenuous at best, since the events of last fall were no secret and most of his fellow officers were resentful of the fact that he was even allowed back on the force considering everything he had done, save the man riding in the car with him at the moment.
Cruz understood and couldn’t help but feel bad for his friend, the man had caught some tough breaks this past year and was trying to move forward and put everything to right. That and the niggling guilt that he had helped add to some of the other man’s distress by telling him that Elizabeth was cheating on him with Dr. Patrick Drake… sure he followed them to a hotel room, saw them go up into an elevator giggling and laughing together and he’d assumed the worst without getting all the facts. Even now he wondered if he’d only followed them up, found out what room they were in, checked the registry, knocked on the door, confronted them openly… in short acted like a detective on a real case instead of letting his own biases against women get in the way maybe Lucky wouldn’t have gone down the path he had. Maybe he wouldn’t have pushed so hard to prove himself to his wife… well, that was all in the past and couldn’t be undone. But he sure as hell was going to be a friend now and do whatever he could to help Lucky stay sober, he owed him at least that much.
“How much longer do you think Ric is going to keep this up?” Cruz asked his partner who just strapped himself into the passenger seat, and he could tell the other man was just as exasperated as he was.
“Who knows, but he’s going after Sonny and Jason with a vengeance, and you and I both know there’s more to this than just Diego Alcazar’s death.” Lucky replied tiredly. “I just wish… if I hadn’t screwed up so bad… I wouldn’t be walking on eggshells all the time, I could tell him off, but I need this job. I need this chance.”
“I know.” Cruz said quietly as he turned on the ignition. They’d had this conversation before and Cruz knew Lucky was right, Ric was a man obsessed and had teamed up with Alcazar.
“I just want this to be over. You and I both know Ric is behind all this, and I know he wants me involved to put me at odds with Jason, and he thinks that will put me at odds with Elizabeth even more than we are now.” Lucky said, ‘do you really think Ric did all this just to get Elizabeth?”
“I don’t know.” Cruz answered honestly as he pulled out of the parking structure and onto the road. “They guy’s twisted, he’s married, but that’s over… maybe, maybe this is about Sam, getting back at her and taking down Sonny and Jason are just perks.”
“Then why is he so adamant that I go after Jason?” Lucky questioned, “not Sonny, not Sam, but Jason… that’s why we were here tonight. Ric doesn’t care about Sam and Jason being back together, he could care less. This is going to sound crazy, but do you think he wants me to arrest Jason because he thinks Elizabeth will hate me for it?”
“I don’t know maybe.” Cruz replied, “but Elizabeth knows you’re a cop, he’s a mobster, it’s a given that you two are going to be at odds.”
“Yeah, but Elizabeth has always had a soft spot for Jason.” Lucky confided in his friend, “and part of me wonders if maybe Ric is right, especially after everything I just put her through, maybe this will end it for good.”
It was everything Cruz could do at this moment to keep his suspicions about Jason Morgan and Elizabeth Spencer to himself; after all, he’d been wrong before. Lucky said the two were friends, his partner’s wife and Morgan were close, maybe, just maybe, that was all there was. The detective would have disregarded his gut entirely, but he had seen that look in Morgan’s eyes when he mentioned Elizabeth the other day. There was something in the usually cold blue eyes of Sonny’s enforcer when said he would never do anything to hurt Elizabeth. The blue eyed brunette obviously stirred something in the normally unflappable mobster, something Cruz knew that even the man’s girlfriend didn’t stir. He couldn’t name it or place it, but he knew there was a connection at least on Morgan’s part and he hoped for his partner’s sake whatever it was that Morgan felt wasn’t reciprocated because if it was Lucky wouldn’t stand a chance in hell in winning back his ex-wife’s affections.
The detective knew that had been one moment, a very brief moment and he didn’t know why he kept dwelling on it. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman and Jason Morgan was human after all and definitely a man with needs. But Morgan wasn’t alone, he had Sam McCall and her luscious curves to keep him company, and he was sure that woman was as much a hellion in bed as she looked she’d be. Plus Morgan had just risked everything to prove the woman’s innocence and the two were living together again. That much he knew was fact since they’d just come from the man’s penthouse.
Yet he couldn’t shake the feeling in his gut as he watched Morgan interact with his live in lover. Something in the way he looked at her that left the detective wondering and flashing back to the look on the enforcer’s face from the other day. It was obvious he cared for the seductress that shared his home, but it wasn’t the same. Cruz wasn’t quite sure what that meant, especially since he’d been wrong before.
Even in retrospect the detective had to admit all the signs were there… the clandestine meeting at a hotel, the chemistry, the closeness between Elizabeth and Patrick Drake all seemed to point to something illicit. But he’d been wrong. She hadn’t slept with the philandering doctor. In fact she had taken on a nursing job to earn extra money to make up for her husband’s lost wages to help the two of them stay financially afloat. Cruz had never felt like a bigger jack ass in his life. If anything Elizabeth had been loyal to a fault, she’d stuck by the man sitting in his passenger seat through his jealous outbursts and his addiction.
She’d left him only after catching him with the boss’s step daughter in her bed. What woman wouldn’t have? Hell, what woman would have stayed with his partner if even half of the gossip around the station was true. Most of their peers weren’t shocked by the fact that Lucky’s wife had left him, most were bewildered by the fact that the two of them were even together in the first place and many hoped that she’d stay away from the man. If Lucky’s peers felt that way, then maybe Morgan felt the same way, especially since the two were friends.
“Lucky, you may have to face the fact that Elizabeth might not want you back. You put her through a lot this past year, and man, I know you love her and you probably don’t want to hear this, but you need to focus on you right now, and this job. You need to do what it takes to keep it and not worry about if Elizabeth will leave you if you arrest a criminal, because the fact is you are a cop, Lucky. That’s your job.”
“I know, but…” his partner started but Cruz didn’t have the patience to listen to him whine at the moment and cut him off.
“There are no buts. You got a second chance, a second chance that I might add that people who have messed up a whole lot less than you have weren’t given. So, you got it because the DA has some sort of ulterior motive, but the point is you got a chance no one else would have been given to hold onto a career most men would give their right eye to have. So you need to make a choice right now what is more important… your career or the slim chance you have that Elizabeth will take you back.”
“I don’t have to choose,” Lucky replied aggravated that Cruz could be so callous and cavalier, “Elizabeth would never make me choose.”
“She might not, but you think that she might, you’re sitting here worried that arresting someone might make her angry, I’m sorry but you can’t think like that if you want to be here.” Cruz replied. “And what happens if you don’t arrest Jason and she walks away from you anyway. Where will you be then? Did you think about that. If you blow this case do you think Lansing is going to swoop in and give you a free pass if Elizabeth walks away from you anyways? Then what will you have? What if Elizabeth just had enough and there’s nothing you can do to make her forget everything you put her through?”
Lucky looked over at his partner then, exasperated and surprised by his friend’s sudden bluntness. “What exactly are you trying to say man? Do you think Elizabeth is just going to walk away from everything we have?”
“I’m just saying, you need to focus on the things you can control and not the ones you can’t. You can’t control Elizabeth’s feelings. She’s either going to take you back or she’s not. Period, you have no say in her feelings and you need to respect whatever decision she makes. If she takes you back, great.. if not you got to figure out how to live. But you can control whether or not you do your job, because if you get your head in the game you’ll keep your job and eventually all the talk will go away and if she walks away at least you can pay the bills.”
Lucky tilted his head back and sighed out loud as he rubbed a hand over his face as if to clear the mental cobwebs. “Thanks for the reality check. I get ahead of myself, I just want everything to go back to the way it was before I ruined everything.”
“Not a problem, you’re only human. And, you know I like Elizabeth… I’m just not a big on relationships, but for your sake I hope everything works out between the two of you.” Cruz added.
“I know, I know… I did a lot of damage and you’re absolutely right I need to focus on things I can control, and no matter how much I want to I can’t make her take me back. It’s just so…”
The blaring voice of the dispatcher came over the car radio preventing any further conversation, “We have an accident reported on Harbor View Drive and Atlantic Avenue called in by a citizen, reporting that one car ran a red light and hit another, the female driver of the suspect vehicle tried to flee the scene but is being detained by witnesses.”
Cruz looked over at Lucky, who had grabbed the mike to respond, “This is Detective Spencer, we’re about block away, we’ll be responding.”
“All units be advised investigative unit 11 is responding.” The dispatcher’s voice crackled over the airwaves.
Lucky glanced sheepishly over at his partner, “I hope you didn’t have plans for tonight.”
Cruz just smiled at his partner, “Like you had a choice, we’ll wait for the traffic units to get there and then we’ll clear. You know how those guys are from traffic investigations are they get real territorial especially if they think we’re trying to take some of their glory.”
Lucky laughed at his friend’s sarcasm. If anything the guys from traffic investigations were more likely to bolt if they saw the two of them there, and it’s already been a fourteen hour day, all they had to do was make sure no one messed with anything make sure that everyone was all right and when the traffic units arrived they were heading home.
“Shit.” Cruz swore as he saw the mangled metal of what once used to be a car, “this looks ugly.
The scene before them wasn’t just a mere fender bender, from the looks of it the silver Pathfinder had hit the other car sending it spinning into the base of the streetlight crumpling it around the said fixture. From the glass and pieces of metal and where the other vehicles were parked it looked like the Pathfinder not only ran the red, but it looked like the Pathfinder was driving on the wrong side of the road. The limo that sat parked in the westbound lane of Harbor View Drive looked familiar, as did the two figures standing by one of the doors, Max’s hulking form dwarfed the smaller frame of his boss.
“Happy frickin New Year.” Cruz muttered to Lucky who just picked up the mike to call for medical assistance, whoever was in that heap of metal was going to need it, if they were alive at all, and from the looks of the crumpled metal that was once a car it was doubtful. As he was looking at the heap, he noticed the license plate and swore as he stole a quick look at his partner who had yet to notice what he had.
“Lucky, what’s Elizabeth’s plate number?” he asked hoping that he was wrong.
“Why?” Lucky asked as he looked over at his friend, and followed his gaze to the twisted mass of metal and his heart tightened in his throat… God couldn’t be that cruel he thought, he wouldn’t take her from him, not now, not when they had a baby on the way. He rushed forward screaming her name as he did, catching the attention of the Cuban mobster and some unknown good Samaritan who had stopped and was trying to get to the person trapped inside the vehicle.
“Elizabeth” he cried as he raced towards what was left of Elizabeth’s car Rodriguez hot on his heels, he didn’t even remember shoving the poor man out of the way in his desperation to reach her, to see what damage had been done, to hope that she was alive. He could see the small white puffs of her breath in the frigid evening air that let him know she lived.
“Oh God, Elizabeth,” he whispered brokenly as he looked at her pale face and motionless body, in the distance he could hear the sirens of the other police cars as they raced to get to the scene.
“Cruz…” he turned briefly to see his partner was already barking commands to someone on the other end of his cell phone.
He turned his attention back to the woman who lay trapped an unconscious is the twisted metal that was her car, the car seat in the back was empty, and he briefly wondered what she was doing out here, she should have been at the hospital finishing up her shift.
“Elizabeth, just hold on…” he urged the woman as he reached out and gently caressed the side of her face, “ you have to hold on, I can’t lose you, Cam can’t lose you. I know I screwed up but you’ve got to be here for Cam, he needs you…” Lucky pressed desperately, praying that she could hear him, hoping that her injuries weren’t as bad as he feared.
Tears blurred his vision as all he could do was to stand there and beg her to hang on, he didn’t care that other officers had arrived, he didn’t notice Sonny Corinthos come up behind him, everything else stopped for him… nothing existed but the woman that lay trapped unconscious before him, a trickle of blood running from her lip, the small puffs of white coming from her lips the only sign he was given that she was alive. His heart clenched in terror, in despair and frustration.
“Come on, Elizabeth, open your eyes, come back to me.” He pleaded desperately not caring who heard, ‘where the hell is that damned ambulance?” he ground out angrily since he knew he shouldn’t move her, he couldn’t bear it if he hurt her more trying to help her… and then it hit him… the baby… their baby… it was little over a year ago she’d been in another accident and lost the child she was carrying for Jax… she was devastated, and now… now he understood how she felt.
“Lucky…” her voice drew his attention back to her face, blue eyes flickered opened, revealing the pain she was in.
“I’m here,” he said fumbling around to grasp the hand she offered up to him.
“The baby…” she managed to say weakly, past the pain, past the darkness that threatened to pull her back in.
“I don’t know… don’t worry about the baby right now Elizabeth… just worry about yourself.” He replied gently.
Elizabeth could hear the desperation in his voice, and through the pain that racked her body she was able to see the fear in his eyes, the desperation… the helplessness…the horror… she knew she couldn’t die, not without telling them the truth… she had to set everything right….”Lucky… listen to me…”
“You can tell me later. All right, we’ll have plenty of time to talk things over later.” He interjected.
“No… the baby…I’m sorry”she wheezed, her lungs felt like they were on fire, her head was pounding and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and let the darkness claim her, but she couldn’t, she was terrified if she closed her eyes, she wouldn’t be opening them again, and no one would know, and she’d die without doing what she had set out to do. Jason and Lucky both needed to know the truth. She’d lied for so long, but she wasn’t going to leave this world a liar.
“Shhh…” he soothed, “it’ll be all right. All that matters right now is that you hold on, save your strength.”
“the baby…it’s not yours…” she managed weakly, desperately trying to get him to listen, knowing that once the words sunk in they’d slice through his heart.
“No…” he whispered brokenly disbelief and disappointment warring within him.
“I’m … sorry” she gasped as she struggled to stay awake, even though it would be so easy to close her eyes, to let oblivion claim her and spare her the pain she saw sparked in his eyes. This was her penance, this was the payment for her silence, and she had to let him know, so he could let her go, so he could stand on his own two feet again without this lie hanging over his head, “the baby… it’s… it’s… Jason’s”
“You hit your head, you don’t know what you’re saying.” Lucky replied, denial flowing through him. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t be real. This had to be some residual effect from the detox. Elizabeth was carrying his child, she had to be. It’s what he had held on for, this child, their child, his child it’s what he had went through hell and back for. He wasn’t about to believe that he’d done all that for nothing.
“I’m sorry Lucky…the baby… this baby isn’t yours it’s Jason’s… I’m sorry.” She repeated as she continued to fight the oblivion, wanting desperately to let it claim her so she could escape the look in his eyes, and forget for a moment that she put it there.
“Elizabeth, rest, we’ll talk about this later… not now… not here.” He whispered desperately, wanting to make her stop talking, so he could stop hurting. So he could find a way to make what she said go away. He wanted to believe that she was just babbling. But Elizabeth wasn’t going to cooperate.
“No” she corrected fiercely, her blue eyes pinning him with the truth and determination shining brightly there as she struggled with remaining conscious. “You have to tell them to save the baby no matter what… you have to tell Jason…he doesn’t know… he doesn’t know the baby’s his… I’m so very sorry… I never meant to hurt you…” The darkness came then, despite her best efforts to remain conscious to explain it claimed her.
“Elizabeth, wake up…oh, god please Elizabeth don’t die, you can’t not now, we have to have this out, and we aren’t over, I won’t let us be over…no matter what, no matter whose baby this is…I won’t let you go, I won’t let him take you…” Lucky tells the unconscious woman in the car as the EMT’s drag him out of the way.
This couldn’t be happening to him. Not now, not after the hell she put him through for sleeping with Maxie and having a child with the other woman. She’d lied to him. He’d gotten clean so he could what… so he could lose everything? No, he wasn’t going to lose anything. Elizabeth had chosen him before, she’d married him and then she’d slept with Morgan… of all people. Jason Morgan, the man who’d been there when Helena Cassadine had held him prisoner, the man who Elizabeth always turned to… the hero no one else could ever live up to in her eyes and she was carrying his child. She was supposed to be at work, but here she was in her car on her way to where…
He knew where. Hell he was just there.
Blindly he managed to make it to his partner, “we’re going back to Harbor View Towers now.” He ground out angrily. He had never been so full of conflicting emotions before in his life, even finding out about his mother’s rape at the hands of his father hadn’t felt like this. He had to do something, he had to hit someone, he had to get answers, how long?
But there she was lying trapped in that wreckage, and from the looks of it she was heading to see Jason. To see him? To tell him the truth? To sleep with him? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know because it would make this so much worse. The urge to stop the feelings, to stop this agony was great… he reached into his pocket and it was empty… the pills weren’t there… the comfort of escape was beyond him… and all he wanted to do right now was to make it all stop… make all these emotions go away so he could hate her for what she’d done… so he could walk away and not worry about how she was… but damn it, he couldn’t. This was Elizabeth.
Cruz simply nodded and the two friends made their way to the car in silence. Cruz didn’t know what to say to his friend and partner. He’d heard, he’d been right beside Lucky and he’d heard, he’d seen and he understood they weren’t going to Harbor View as cops. No, Lucky was going to confront Jason Morgan as a husband who just found out his wife had been sleeping around behind his back. Well, it looked like his gut wasn’t that far off after all. Cruz turned the key in the ignition and spun the car around, tires squealing and pushed the gas pedal all the way down.
He was going to get his friend to Jason Morgan as fast as he could, before the man changed him mind and stayed here and rethought this. He’d seen Lucky reach into his pocket and withdraw his empty hand. He knew what that meant and he’d be damned if he let his friend fall back onto an addiction over some woman. If he got a few licks in on Morgan, then so be it, he was willing to look the other way under the circumstances, Lucky was entitled.
“Shit” Sonny Corinthos swore as he watched the two cops drive away from the scene as if the hounds of hell were on their heels. The Cuban wasn’t close enough to hear what Elizabeth had been saying to Luke’s son, but he heard every word that young man had uttered and he had seen the look in the younger man’s eyes when the EMT’s pulled him away from the wreckage so they and the fireman could get to work extracting Elizabeth from the wreckage. And he’d seen the look of grim determination that was present on the faces of both men as they stalked to the car. He pulled out his cell phone and punched in Morgan’s number.
“Dammit.” He swore as he slammed it shut. Jason wasn’t picking up. “Max, we need to get to Jason now.”
“What’s going on boss?” Max asked confused, he had been at the limo giving a statement to the police. He had thought it strange to see Lucky and his partner take off so quickly given that the man’s pregnant wife was in the twisted rubble on the other side of the street. And now Sonny…
“Lucky just found out the Elizabeth is carrying Jason’s kid.” Sonny stated emphatically to the burly guard.
“What? When… I thought…” Max began stunned at what his boss just barked at him.
“Never mind, just get in and drive and I’m going to try and get him on the phone.” Sonny ordered as he opened the door and slid into the back seat of the limo. The last thing Jason needed to do was find out like this that he had a baby on the way and he could lose it… and its mother. The Cuban couldn’t help but wonder why Elizabeth was on Harbor View Drive… she had no business being there, or why she just didn’t tell Jason the truth from the beginning… but then again, he knew better than anyone else that the prospect of dying has made many people tell truths that they’d rather have kept hidden.
Max climbed in and the limo roared to life and took off down the street following the same path the Chevy Caprice had disappeared down a few minute earlier. “So, Elizabeth’s having Jason’s kid, and Lucky found out.” Max recapped hoping to get an answer from the man in the backseat. Yeah, Spencer was mad, who wouldn’t be, but the burly bodyguard was certain that Jason could hold his own against Spencer.
“The problem is, Jason doesn’t know it’s his kid. Jason still thinks the baby’s Lucky’s. I can’t believe she lied to him” Sonny replied a he listened to Jason’s phone click over to voicemail again as he hung up and dialed the number again, cursing the timing for everything. He wanted to get Jason on the phone before he was blindsided with the information, and Jason needed to get to the hospital right away and not be dealing with Lucky right now. That could happen later, right now, Elizabeth needed him, his child needed him and everything else well, everyone else be damned.
“If Miss Webber lied, I’m sure she had her reasons.” Max replied from the front seat, more to himself as Sonny didn’t hear the guard’s statement since Jason finally answered his phone.
“Jason it’s me.” Sonny said urgently, “listen, I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Sonny.” Sam’s voice came through the receiver and the mob boss closed his eyes in frustration biting back a curse.
“Sam, put Jason on the phone, this is important.” The Cuban wished he could reach through the phone and just wrap his hands around her neck at the moment.
“Sorry, whatever it is will have to wait until later, he’s mine for tonight.” Sam said as she hung up the phone.
Sonny swore as he ripped the phone away from his ear and hit the redial button. He didn’t have time for his ex-mistress’s personality flaws at this moment. He knew Sam was upset, and he couldn’t blame her, after everything she and Jason had been through these past couple of weeks, he understood she wanted some time alone with him. Hell, they deserved it after Lansing and Alcazar had put them through, especially since the two of them were starting to find their way back together. However, everything was going to change once Lucky got to the apartment, and Sonny wanted to at least give his friend a heads up.
“Sonny.’ Jason’s voice came over the line again, “I thought everything was all right. What’s going on?”
“Jason, Lucky Spencer is on his way over to see you.” Sonny managed to get out.
“He was already here, earlier, talking to me and some of the other guys. So, if this isn’t…”
“Jason, this isn’t about police business.” Sonny managed to get out before he heard the commotion in the background and Lucky’s voice calling Jason’s name…”Shit…Jason this is about….” The line went dead before Sonny could tell him.
“Max step on it.” He barked at the man driving the limo.
“It’s a limo not a sports car Mr. C.” Max muttered under his breath as he looked at the speedometer that was already redlining at 80. They’d be at Jason’s they’d just get there after the fireworks.
Jason hung up the phone as he heard Lucky Spencer hollering for him downstairs. He swore to himself, he and Sam were not going to have any time alone tonight it seemed. First the cops came by, and then it took forever to get Spinelli out of the apartment and then Sonny and now the cops were back again for something other than police business. For a second Jason briefly wondered what would set Spencer off as he seemed to be if it wasn’t police business. It didn’t take long for him to make the connection. Elizabeth.
He sighed. She must have told him about their one night and apparently he wasn’t taking it very well if he was here. He could hear Sam yelling at the young Spencer and he knew he’d better get down there and face the man before someone got hurt. He took the steps two at a time.
“There you are you son of a bitch.” Lucky snarled as soon as he saw the other man, the man whose child his ex-wife was carrying, the man who destroyed all his hopes of rebuilding a life with his wife, a man who had always been between the two of them for years.
“What’s this about Lucky?” Jason demanded as he took in the appearance of the other man.
“How long have you been sleeping with my wife? How long have the two of you been having an affair behind my back?” Lucky growled as he stepped closer to the lethal man in front of him, his anger and despair making him bold and reckless.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Lucky. I’m not having an affair with Elizabeth.” Jason stated evenly, his blue eyes glittered dangerously as he watched the other man advance on him.
“My god, he slept with her once Lucky, get over it.” Sam cried out impatiently. She couldn’t understand what kind of hold Elizabeth Spencer held over these men, Jason included, but she wasn’t going to waste her romantic evening watching the two of them fight over the nurse.
“So you know and you’re okay with the fact that your boyfriend slept with my wife?” Lucky turned his wrath on the petite woman who stood glaring at him. “It must be nice to be able to forgive anything.”
“Well, maybe you should blame Elizabeth for that, Jason told me right away, seems like this is between you and Elizabeth, not you and Jason.” Sam snapped back.
“Oh, so because Jason told you when it happened, that makes him a saint.” Lucky rounded on her angrily, “I’m sorry, but in my book that makes him a bastard and her a lying hypocritical whore.”
“No, Lucky, that makes her human.” Jason stated evenly trying to control his temper and not smash his fist into the distraught man’s mouth. “She didn’t want to hurt you.” Elizabeth had never wanted to hurt the bastard, and the enforcer couldn’t help but wonder what led her to the point of telling her ex husband about their night together.
“Well she sure as hell has a funny way of not wanting to hurt me.” Lucky seethed, his attention back on the man who had long been a rival for Elizabeth’s heart, “If it was anyone else, hell even Patrick Drake, it would be fine, but it was you…”
“Look, she didn’t come to me that night to punish you or to hurt you.” Jason stated as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the other man, “It was the night of the blackout, the night she saw you and Maxie together.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet you loved that, huh? You probably didn’t even give Sam a second thought once Elizabeth knocked on your door. This was your opportunity wasn’t it, to once and for all have her all to yourself…”
“It wasn’t like that!” Sam yelled in frustration, not wanting to hear anything else Lucky had to say about Jason wanting Elizabeth. The accusation hurt too much as it came too close to her fear. “Jason had just seen me with Ric, jut like Elizabeth had just seen you with Maxie.”
Lucky looked at the woman for a second, he could see the pain etched on her face, and he knew her heart was breaking, he could see the regret and sorrow shining in her eyes, and he could hear the self recrimination in her voice. He understood. He knew exactly how she felt, but it didn’t change the fact that the man before him was the father of the child Elizabeth was carrying and not him. It didn’t close the hole that seemed to be opening up inside him and growing larger by the second, nor did it ease the jealousy that ran through his veins knowing that this man slept with Elizabeth, that she felt she could turn to him when she was at her lowest point, because she always did. And that man always let her and this time was no different.
“So we screwed up.” He countered, “but you see Sam, you and I, we regret it. We’re sorry for our actions,” he gestured between the two of them before turning back and leveling an accusing gaze at the man who’d always held a piece of Elizabeth’s heart he could never touch, “But he’s not.” Lucky stared coldly at Jason who remained silent, unmoving, his face unreadable as always. The other man’s stoicism fueled his anger and he wanted an answer, he needed to make the man say he was sorry, even though he knew better. “Are you? Do you regret sleeping with my wife?”
“No.” Jason replied honestly as he looked at the man before him, knowing his answer would crush the woman who stood there defending him, the woman he was only moments before was about to make love to, but he couldn’t bring himself to say he did, or to say that he was sorry he slept with Elizabeth, because he wasn’t, and he never would be. That night he’d been able to step out of reality and live out a dream he thought he’d forever be denied, he’d never regret that not as long as he lived. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, and I’m sorry Sam’s hurt, but I can’t be sorry I was there for Elizabeth, and I’m not sorry she was there for me.”
“You son of a bitch.” Lucky growled as he let loose with a right hook that Jason easily sidestepped while grabbing his attacker’s arm and bring it round behind his back and shoving Lucky face first into the wall.
“I think you need to go cool down.” Jason told the other man. “I understand that you’re angry. I don’t want to have to hurt you so you just better go somewhere blow off some steam, before you go see Elizabeth again. She doesn’t need this, especially right now. She’s carrying your baby, so what happened between her and I was one night, you’ve got a child to think about.”
“My baby,” Lucky sneered as he wriggled free of Jason’s grasp to look the enforcer in the eyes. “That’s the thing, it’s not my baby, it’s yours.”
“What?” Jason asked dumbfounded…”Elizabeth, she said…”
“Well, Elizabeth lied to you, she lied to me, and she lied to everyone. Maybe she regretted sleeping with a mobster and getting pregnant with his kid.” Lucky replied, his brown eyes fixated eagerly on the mobster’s face as he watched the emotions play out in his eyes and the set of his jaw as disbelief turned to confusion turned to utter devastation. A satisfied smirk settled on the policeman’s face.
“She’s lying.” Sam cried out. “She was just trying to hurt you Lucky like you hurt her. Jason’s not the father of the baby, he can’t be.”
“It’s true.” Sonny said as he walked into the apartment followed by Max.
“Why would Elizabeth tell you?” Sam asked incredulously as she eyed her newly arrived ex-lover with distrust.
“She didn’t tell me, she told Lucky before they took her to the hospital.” Sonny explained.
“Hospital?” Jason asked as he leveled Sonny with a penetrating gaze.
Sonny looked over at Lucky and realized that the man hadn’t told Jason about Elizabeth’s accident. He shot Luke’s son an accusing glare before he turned his attention back to Jason, “ Elizabeth was in an accident a couple blocks from here, Maxie Jones was drunk and she ran the red and slammed into the back of Elizabeth’s car.”
“What? How is she?” Jason demanded not even bothering to hide the panic from his face.
“I don’t know. It didn’t look good.” Sonny said as he looked at Jason and watched the shock turn into anger as his best friend turned his attention back to the police detective.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was in an accident?” Jason accused the man who had barged into his penthouse hell bent on answers when Elizabeth was in jeopardy.
“They were taking her to the hospital, it’s not like you could do anything for her. And I needed answers that I couldn’t get from her.” Lucky ground out as he glared at his ex-wife’s lover.
He didn’t even see it coming when Jason’s fist crashed into the side of his mouth sending him crumpling to the ground. “You selfish bastard, it’s always been about you.”
With that Jason walked over to the closet and grabbed his jacket and headed out of the penthouse. He could hear Sam calling after him, but he wasn’t about to find out what she had to say at the moment. He knew she was hurt, hell he was too, but he had to get to the hospital and find out how Elizabeth was.. how his baby was.