I don't own these characters, GH, ABC, Disney or anything of value (lol)… probably because if I did or any of you did we'd actually have ratings right now!

Of course the rating will be MA/NC-17... eventually!

This fic is slightly difference because it is not completely mine. Deb (999shotgun999) has been gracious enough to provide me a new storyline and is my co-writer on this one. Please give feedback because I stalk the review page as others stalk for updates:)

The storyline picks up at the end of 2006 with all of the history being the same up to that point. I will be taking some of the scenes from the show in the beginning and adding some thoughts and a few minor changes. Beyond the first few chapters however it will no longer mirror GH in any way. Please don't get mad at me and accuse me of stealing scenes from the show because I already know I am, lol.

Chapter 1

Christmas Eve 2006

Two o'clock, it was after two and Jason could not sleep. There was something that had been keeping him from his sleep and could not figure out what it was. Normally he was stressing out about a meeting or possible danger coming into town but this was different. It was just a feeling he had, not necessarily a bad feeling but a feeling none the less. It was as if something was pulling him somewhere, a place he should be rather laying in his bed beside Sam… a loudly snoring Sam.

Her snoring never bothered him before, at one point he actually found it endearing but now it was just annoying and was probably contributing to his restlessness tonight. Beside her snoring the thought stuck in his head that she'd been extra intent on getting pregnant lately. Although they hadn't tried much, barely been intimate since getting back together, she still constantly talked about it. Part of him wanted a child but having one with Sam causing him hesitation.

He loved her… probably. The events of the past few months had him second guessing the relationship they'd now been trying at again. Sam was still self-destructive and he would never admit it to her but at times he doubted her mothering skills. She liked danger and living on the edge, two qualities that do not make up a good mother.

Was it Elizabeth that was keeping him from his sleep? Ever since he'd found out that the baby she was carrying was not his he'd had this part of him that wondered what if it had been his. Sure she had taken a paternity test that proved that it was Lucky's but part of him wondered what would have happened if the test had come back with different results. Especially in his current situation Jason knew that he'd be a better father to her baby the Lucky ever could. When Lucky was sober Jason thought he could still be more of a selfless and loving father then Lucky ever could.

What it came down to was that there was a small part of him that was disappointed that day that Carly told him the baby was Lucky's. Part of him wanted that baby, a baby with Elizabeth. She was such a great mother to Cameron and knew she'd always put her children's needs before her own… something he could not see Sam doing.

Finally the exhaustion took over him and he started to drift off to sleep. He was a man that rarely dreamed. Tonight was different though. Just before he drifted off to a deep sleep, a scene played behind his eyelids. He was back in the church that night in November. He could not hear what was going on around him but he could see Elizabeth kneeling beside him. Her lips were moving and her face was blurry but he was sure it was her. She was visibly upset and obviously worried about his health. He knew what she was saying was important and tried hard to hear the words, to remember then but couldn't. Just as fast as the scene had appeared in his head, it was gone and he fell into a sound sleep.

Jason approached the nurses desk and found Elizabeth looking beautiful with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing purple scrubs that brought out the color in her beautiful blue eyes. "Hey, how was your Christmas?" Elizabeth asked.

Jason shrugged, "Yours?"

"Oh Cameron would not leave the Chuggin Charlie train the entire day. He even brought it into the bathroom so he could look at it while he took a bath. Thank you so much Jason."

"I'm glad I could help." He modestly voiced.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she closed the chart she'd been writing in.

He dug his hands into his pockets and fidgeted, "I just wanted to ask Dr. Lee some questions about Sam."

Elizabeth furrowed her brows, "Is she ok?" she asked in a worried voice.

"Yea, I just don't want her to push herself too hard, that's all."

Elizabeth looked down at the desk, "Oh, well, you shouldn't have to worry. I mean aside from dealing with Ms. Sneed every day being a file clerk here, it shouldn't be that strenuous."

Jason looked at Elizabeth confused, "Wait, she got the job?"

Elizabeth nodded, "Yea, Alan hired her about an hour ago."

He threw his head back, "Wow, that's, uh… huh. That's great, she really wanted it."

She squeezed the pencil between her hands, "Yea, and now you have a good excuse to come here and get that bullet wound checked out."

Jason looked at her with his crystal eyes, "I'm fine, thanks to you.

Nodding her head she added, "I did what I could, but I'm not a doctor. You really need to have it looked at."

"You really need to have a little more faith in yourself because I'm almost completely healed." He leaned toward her slightly and continued, "So stop worrying. It's not good for the baby."

Elizabeth stood chewing on her bottom lip as he turned and got on the elevator. Guilt and regret was what she felt. Things had gotten out of hand but the choice had been made and it was too late to turn back.

Jason moved to the back of the elevator as it stopped on his was down to the lobby and took on more riders. He could not get his mind away from the look in Elizabeth's eyes as he walked away. There was something there… sorrow, perhaps regret. He was not quite sure. In general he was pretty good at reading her but today there was something different, almost as if she was afraid to tell him something… maybe even hiding something.

The night of the blackout was when he realized just how good he was at reading her. Sure she arrived at his place distraught and sad, as he was, but that quickly changed. Very quickly the conversation changed from their failed relationships to the relationship between the two of them. She put off a vibe that she'd always wanted more, always wanted him. Her eyes told him what he'd always wanted. He could not stop himself, even if it was only for one night… one long night, he was going to take it and she was as well. It was something they'd never allowed themselves to do but always wanted. It was not that he'd wanted more after that night but it was special. For one night the walls were taken down and that was something that he'd always carry with him.

He leaned against the back wall of the elevator that seemed to be stopping at every floor loading and unloading passengers. He knew he should have taken the stairs and made a mental note to take them next time he has to go all the way to the eighth floor. Closing his eyes, he flashed to the vision he'd had just before falling asleep the night before. This time he is able to remember part of what she said. "Baby" came form her lips but the rest of what she said was still a blur. It was important, he knew that now.

Had it not been for the busy elevators during prime hours in the hospital he would have ridden back to pay Elizabeth another visit. She was also working and he decided he would ask her about what she had said to him that night next time he saw her.

It wasn't until he arrived in the lobby that he remembered what Elizabeth had mentioned, Sam got the job. He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed her number to congratulate her.