A.N. I do not own these characters, I am only borrowing them. (This story will be Liason, of course, but I cannot say it will be a quick and easy process, enjoy.)

Summery: Elizabeth Webber was shocked to find out that her first love had risen almost as if from the grave, the only problem was, the man who had come back, was nothing like the boy she remembered. Jason Morgan was the bad boy from, oddly enough, the right side of the tracks. Because of him, Elizabeth had been able to go on, but what happens when the past and present collide, who will win her heart and at what cost?

Irrefutable Love

Chapter One

Elizabeth sat on the couch in her loft apartment, and while she didn't really get to spend as much time as she would have liked there, the time she did spend was precious.

It was here where she had nursed Jason back to health, where their friendship had changed into something more. Like he had said, there were no words to describe what was between them.

But now she was left with only memories. Jason had ridden off into a darkening sky, the wind his only companion as he left Port Charles. He had asked her to go away with him, but she had chosen Lucky over him.

It wasn't because she wanted to, but felt she had to. Friends and family all thought the world of Lucky Spencer, and felt like Elizabeth owed Lucky a second chance, so instead of doing what she truly wanted to do, which was to climb on the back of Jason's bike and discover the vast sights that he wanted to show her, she was sitting here alone, dreaming of Jason when she should be thinking of Luck.

The thing of it was, she did feel like she owed Lucky, but she wasn't so sure she owed him her life, yes he had saved her sanity and perhaps her life that night when she was raped, but did that mean that from there on out, she had to give up on all her hopes and dreams. According to everyone else, it was the least she could do.

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When Lucky had returned home after Helena had kidnapped him, there was something different about him. Elizabeth couldn't put her finger on exactly what, but when he touched her, there was no love or emotion in his touch.

His hands left her chilled and when he kissed her, she felt dirty and unclean. This was not the boy with whom she had pledged her life and love to, this was a person who thrived on the darker emotions, of course at the time, she hadn't known that. She was naïve, believing that he needed some time and space, she truly believed if she could find the love that she had for that boy, for this new man, then perhaps she could make things right, for all those concerned.

But once again her naivety was showing through, and in spades. She disregard her feelings when she found Lucky and Sarah in bed together. Her first instincts were to run to Jason, because he was the one who always managed to take away the hurt, with him, she could just be, but he had been gone for months now, almost as if she had dreamed him into existence, a guardian angel to watch over her, but since Lucky's return, or rather shortly there after, she had not seen him, that is to say in person, because each night, she dreamt and Jason pervaded her dreams, and while she took comfort from them, they also tore at her a little more each day, allowing her a mere breath of a glimpse of what she could have had, had she only been willing to take a chance.

Another reason why she was sitting in the small loft, she needed to be closer to Jason, if only for a short time. As she let her mind drift back to the many days they had spent there, she lightly figured the bruise on her right shoulder, a present from Lucky, after she had the audacity to be angry for his infidelity.

If she bothered to inspect herself more closely, she was sure she would find numerous bruises and scrapes. This was the person she had given up Jason for, a man who now thought her body was his to do with as he pleased, and lately he preferred to take his frustrations out on her with his fists.

No one knew of her plight, what would be the point, Lucky was Lucky. And while she understood their loyalty to the boy who he used to be, this Lucky didn't deserve it. Nevertheless, it wasn't her place to say anything, or so she kept telling herself.

She could barely look her self in the mirror most days, what she had become was so foreign to the strong, independent woman she used to be. Some days she believed she was receiving retribution for the wrongs she had done, but other days, she couldn't understand why she stayed silent or stayed for that matter.

Being at the loft gave her a little extra strength and allowed her to see the truth, but as soon as she left there, she became this meek girl who was scared of her own shadow. The way Lucky was treating her, was taking her back in time, back to the darkest period of her life to date.

The boy who had saved her from the darkness was now the cause of it, and the sad fact that he enjoyed playing with her, was more proof that he was not who he used to be.

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Lucky didn't like that she kept the loft, and had suggested on many occasions that she should get rid of the little dump. And while she did everything else he asked, with very little argument, she refused to allow him the victory of taking away her safe haven. Even if he didn't know why that was so, it still was and she had given up everything for him, but this she would fight to the death, the memories made there were irreplaceable.

So when Lucky burst through the door, demanding an answer to why she still had the place, Elizabeth could do no more that stutter.

She had not be expecting him, but of course, he almost always knew where she was, and when he saw the look of fire in her eyes, it only enraged him more.

The rage that settled over him, came with the swiftness of a wave crashing upon the shore, his fist striking the tender flesh of her back was almost as quick. In rapid secession he assaulted her pliable flesh, her front and back taking most of the blows, but so caught up in his lividness he didn't take notice of where his punches were landing, and when Elizabeth crumpled to her knees and his fists still swung, he connected solidly with her cheek.

It finally dawned on him that he had hit her in a place that was obvious, a place that was not so easily covered. His temper only raged further out of control because of this.

"Look at what you made me do!" Lucky exclaimed, his breathing ragged from the exertion.

Elizabeth could do no more than cry silently on the floor where she lay in a ball, praying for the dark abyss of unconsciousness, but once again denied a simple request.

"How can you be so stupid, what were you thinking?" Lucky yelled. He didn't expect an answer though, it was a rhetorical question, most of his questions were, especially when he was in one of his moods.

A pitiful whimper escaped her lips and before she knew it, Lucky's foot connected solidly with her back.

"Shut up, just shut up. I have told you a million times to get rid of this place, I know you harbored that criminal here, doing god knows what, but that ended, he left you like everyone else, and do you know why? Because anyone without my patience can't handle your tedious self-righteous behavior, your sanctimonious holier than thou attitude, you are lucky, no pun intended, that I stick around. You are dirty and broken, but I still hold out hope for you." Lucky said with vehemence, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Lucky, please." Elizabeth begged, wanting nothing more than to escape this monster who wore the face of her first love. But he had seen to it that she couldn't leave.

Unable to stop the flow of her thoughts, she thought back to when he first came back and the first time he hit her. Indigent rage had alit in her eyes, she stalked up to him, ready to do battle if need be, but the empty voice that was inflicted with hate tampered any chance she might had thought she had.

"I wouldn't suggest you do that Lizzie, not if you ever want to see your grandmother again or that prick you call a friend Jason Morgan. You speak about this to anyone or try to stand up to me again, and no distance will be to great, I will find them, should you think of alerting them, and when I find them, because I would, I will kill them, then their blood will be on your hands." Lucky said, death devoid of all emotion, speaking as if of the weather.

Elizabeth mentally pulled herself from her thoughts and back to the present, it was hard, at least when she was in the past, she couldn't feel the constant ache of her face or her lower body. Once again she prayed for darkness, but was again denied.

Lucky forcefully lifted her small form from the floor, with fingers that belied, he took inventory of her injuries. Satisfied that none were life threatening, he placed his demands.

"I guess you get your wish, you get to stay here for a couple of days, maybe longer, depending on how long it takes for that to go down." Lucky said, indicating the spreading darkness and swelling of her cheek.

"Lucky, I have to work, I can't stay here." Elizabeth pleaded, knowing nothing she said mattered anyway, Lucky would get his way. He would simply tell Bobbi that she wasn't feeling well and needed some time off to recuperate. If only she knew, Elizabeth thought with disdain.

"You don't get a say in this matter Elizabeth, I will not have people thinking that I am abusing my girlfriend, so until you are well, you will stay inside. I will bring you supplies so you won't starve, but don't expect me to stay here while you get better, I have better things to do." Lucky said, standing.

He looked at her with a look that she couldn't quite discern and quickly left the loft, not even bothering with a look back.

Yes, this is what her life had been reduced to, how pathetic was she. Then some of Lucky's words came back to her and unable to see the lies behind the words, she wrapped those hurtful words around herself, knowing what he said was true. Everyone eventually left her, she supposed it was something that was bound to happen with everyone she ever knew, perhaps she truly was dirty and broken, and perhaps she didn't deserve the lasting ties of friendship, family and love, but before she could think on those thoughts long, she stuffed them deeper into her mind, there was plenty of time now to think those thoughts, right now she had to clean herself up.

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