Author’s Note: So yeah………this is for the challenge……written without any real thought and pretty much unbeta-ed………..because I just finished it…also I usually don't write sappy, mushy crap like this all the time…..based on Trading Yesterday’s awesomely haunting song Love Song Requiem ………enjoy!

Jason had only wanted three things in life, to make his parents proud, to be true to his birth-right and to have Elizabeth Webber’s love. He stood there pondering the last as he chugged down the contents of the small flask in his hand, leaning against the balcony rail and watching the people dancing inside the ballroom. The doors were open and the classical music wafted out through them, but all he really wanted was to get out of the monkey suit, get on his bike and take the cliff roads. Yet, the idea of leaving Elizabeth behind was all that made him stay. He never thought he’d ever feel this way about anyone, resigned as he was to marry the one he'd been betrothed to since birth. But six years ago everything had changed.

Elizabeth Webber had been a fresh-faced ten year old entering her first year of boarding school, a year earlier than usual because she was smarter and because she came from the right kind of family. She’d always been on the periphery of his world, as she’d become fast friends with his sister Emily and his cousin Lucky Spencer. She’d always been there, the little girl who had tea every afternoon with his Grandmother Lila and her Gram Audrey in the Quartermaine rose garden every summer. She was always someone he found fascinating, but it wasn’t until she was fourteen that he saw her as more than just Emily’s best friends and Lucky’s tentative girlfriend.

It had always been there, that connection and Jason had watched Elizabeth all the time. But he’d always known he couldn’t touch her, he was meant to be with Robin. She was the girl his parents had picked out for him when he refused to be betrothed to Brenda anymore. After all, Brenda was in love with Sonny, Jason’s best friend, and Jason couldn’t imagine spending the rest of his life with a girl who only managed to arouse only one emotion in him, well, actually, two, extreme annoyance and homicidal tendencies. Robin was his first love; they’d been together since they were ten but when Jason turned sixteen, everything had changed. He was still attracted to her, both had envisioned their first times with each other, but now when Jason went to sleep at night, he only saw one girl in his wet dreams and it wasn’t Robin.

Thoughts of Elizabeth haunted Jason endlessly; there was nowhere he could run from them. He’d tried taking the cliff roads on his bike when he’d gotten day-passes from school, he’d tried Jake’s and pool and lots and lots of beer. He’d tried everything, but all roads led back to her. The more time he spent with her, the more he dreamt about her, and people were beginning to notice. Carly had been trying endlessly, since they’d both been twelve, to get him to dump Robin, whom she hated with a passion. Recently, she’d begun pushing him to ask Sonny’s sister, her best friend Courtney, out. Jason didn’t know how many ways he could tell Carly he wasn’t interested, but then his twin sister never listened to him anyway. Carly thought she knew what was best for him and when she started noticing his obsession with Lucky’s girlfriend, she got worried.

If there was anyone Carly Roberts hated more than Robin, it would be Elizabeth Imogene Webber. To Carly, Elizabeth represented everything that she aspired to be and never could. Elizabeth was perfect, from her perfectly wavy dark hair to her blue, blue eyes. Her skin which was pure like freshly driven snow, her face was beautiful and heart-shaped face, and her body was small and graceful like a dancer’s. Carly hated Elizabeth because all anyone ever did was comment on how perfect she was.

Elizabeth Webber was Audrey Hardy’s grand-daughter and she was loved wholly by everyone she ever came into contact with. Even Carly had gotten along very well with her when they’d been younger because, while Emily would never let her older sister anywhere near her, Elizabeth let Carly treat her like her own personal possession. Carly remembered the days spent at the Manor dressing up Elizabeth or giving her different hairstyles. While Emily had always been the rebel in the family, Elizabeth was the little girl who drank tea with the old ladies and who spent time with Edward listening to him explain ELQ’s quarterly reports. It was only when Elizabeth got older and Carly’s mother, Monica Roberts Quartermaine started comparing her to Elizabeth, the resentment grew to hostility and Carly broke all friendly ties with Elizabeth and turned to other pursuits.

As Carly got older, she became more like the boys, running around with Sonny and Jason, playing baseball and football with them rather than hanging out with Elizabeth and Emily. When Sonny’s dad found out he had a daughter out of wedlock and she came to live with the Corinthos, Carly had found her best friend in Courtney. Together, they got into lots of trouble and discovered the world of boys, crushes and sexual frustration. Sonny had been the only boy Carly had ever thought of as a boyfriend and that only because he’d once showered her with his affections hen they’d both been seven years old and he’d given her ten hand-picked earthworms to demonstrate his undying love for her. When Brenda came back from Europe, an eleven year old Sonny fell head over heels for her. It was like watching a very sappy romantic chick flick, the kind Carly really, really hated. Ofcourse, with Brenda came her tag-along buddy Robin, who managed to fit right in with Sonny. Sonny began to have a better rapport with Robin than he ever did with his newly discovered half-sister, and thus Carly and Courtney presented a united front against the world and more specifically, against Brenda and Robin.

It was nothing new to Carly to know that half their prep school was in love with Jason Morgan, ofcourse he wouldn’t be called a Quartermaine until he began working at ELQ, which had been tradition for seven generations and counting. But Carly knew that all the girls lusted after Jason, even when he appeared to be taken with Robin. There’d been so many there for all his track meets and for all his hockey practices, lining up the barriers and crowding the bleachers. It annoyed Carly to death, but on some level she liked the notoriety it brought her. All the girls lining up to treat her like Queen Cee just to get the inside track on Jase, now that she truly enjoyed that. What she didn’t like though, was how her twin never fell into line and nothing ever went according to plan when it came to him.

When Carly had set Robin up to find Courtney lying naked in Jason’s dorm room and jump to the necessary conclusions, Jason hadn’t reacted the way she’d hoped. Carly had thought that at first he’d be mad and then fall into lust, if not love, with Courtney. Instead Jason just looked relieved when Robin dumped him. Sonny and Jason even had a falling out over all that transpired, which Carly and Courtney did their best to smooth over. But instead of taking the bait, Jason became a recluse. He would make himself scarce outside of class and practices; it was like he just disappeared for a while and he could never be found. And then Carly finally discovered where he went, her twin had started going to the dance studio. What sixteen year old male went to watch a dance recital, practice, or meet? Carly really couldn’t figure it out and because she was between boyfriends at the moment, she made it her priority to find out what held such great interest for Jason there.

That’s when Carly noticed it, the way his eyes followed Elizabeth-The-Perfect-Muffin-Webber around. She noticed everything about his behaviour and she made notes on it. The way Jason would disappear for hours on his bike, the way he’d switched out of their shared chemistry lab and taken art instead. Who the fuck took art class? Only the suicidal, artsy, sensitive types and the losers who couldn’t spell, took art. But there he was in the same class as Elizabeth-Tea-Totaller-Webber trying to chat up a girl who clearly had Property-of-Lucky-the-Rebel-Without-A-Clue-Spencer tattooed on her ass. Elizabeth wasn’t biting yet, which Carly had found out from her many spies, but it irked her even more that her beloved brother would go for someone like that little Lipstick-Face. Carly knew she couldn’t talk to him about it, well not anymore. Because the one time she'd tried, she’d been on the receiving end of what his buddies (only Spinelli) called his Stone-Cold-Glare. It had been horrifying and she’d almost peed in her True Religions, and she really didn’t want a repeat of that, it would be Hell for the maid who had to hand-wash her precious denims.

Besides, Jason was the only brother Carly could relate to, AJ was much older and way more patronizing. Most of her summer days at the Manor resulted in Emily and her having to listen to his endless sermons. Like it wasn’t bad enough that he never picked on Jason? After all, Golden Boy with Grandmother’s spectacular eyes, Grandfather’s shrewd mind, Dad’s generous heart, and Mom’s beloved blonde hair was too special for the AJ’s patented lecture: What-Are-You-Doing-With-Your-Life? Jason was everyone’s favourite, and so many times when they’d been kids it’d taken everything inside Carly to not hate her twin brother for being AJ’s favourite. Because in the days before she gotten a mind of her own, AJ had been her idol, the older brother who played her protector and her white knight, who took her out on the yacht whenever she demanded and who even played dollhouse with her before she was replaced by Emily.

Ofcourse, getting Carly started on her younger sibling was another topic altogether. Her therapist said that she was secretly jealous of Emily. Carly thought that he was an over-paid asshole who only spewed bull-crap. Yes, she’d admitted it once, but only on the darkest of nights and only in a drunken stupor, that she admired Emily’s rebellious nature. The girl never answered to anyone and when she got into trouble, Dad would comment ‘Oh that’s just Em acting out,’ and blow it off. It really pissed Carly off the amount of crap her younger sister pulled and got away with. It also didn’t help that she lived with a bunch of psychos, who passed themselves off as self-medicated psychiatrists, and labeled Emily’s behaviour and antics as precocious and her just being a ‘teenager’. She really detested how she was always held to a higher standard, always compared to her perfect twin and the annoying little gnat, Elizabeth-Even-My-Shit-Smells-Like-Roses-Tra-La-La-Webber.

But Carly was getting ahead of herself as she accidentally stepped on Sonny’s toes, while quite obviously trying to lead her waltzing partner nearer the balcony doors where she could see that her I’m-Trying-To-Cut-A-Tragic-Figure-Twin was clearly getting drunk. He was also quite obviously mooning over Vanilla-Muffin-Face, who he was looking at longingly as he took extended swigs from his flask. Sonny swore under his breath and Carly could make out certain words such as crazy, bitch, last, favour, rather, dance, Brenda. She stepped on his feet again, this time deliberately and as a result they crashed into a pillar that had magically appeared in front of them. At that point Sonny was swearing loudly and hopping from one foot to another while Carly ignored his overreaction as she made sure Elizabeth was looking into her I-Named-My-Dog-Foster-Cos-Lucky-Was-Taken-Boyfriend’s eyes. Carly smiled brilliantly when she noticed that Elizabeth really was looking deeply and lovingly into Lucky-I-Take-Stupid-Pictures-And-Pretend-I’m-Talented-Spencer’s face, blatantly ignoring the Brooding-Cos-I-Think-I’m-Byron-Jason.

When Sonny looked up from nursing his injuries, he noticed the look in Carly’s eyes and actually shivered with dread. Nothing in the whole wide world was worse than Carly-I-Have-A-Plan-That-Might-Lead-To-An-Explosive-Ending-Robert’s diabolical smile. Well actually, Ric-I’m-A-Succesful-Lawyer-And-You’re-Still-My-Annoying-Littlle-Bro-Corinthos’ fake smile was quite scary too and had been brought on when Jason and he had spent a night in the PCPD drunk tank and his older brother had to come and get them; but that was a story for another day. While in great pain and staring down the prospect of another one of Carly’s Crazy Capers as well as longing to locate his beloved Brenda in the crowd and go retreat with her to the Senior’s Common Room, Sonny realized that he really needed to stop hanging around Spinelli, because the constant hyphenations that he’d resorted to might actually one day unite, revolt and hang him from his dorm room’s ceiling.

And while Sonny regretted ever having been Carly’s bestfriend, knowing Spinelli, or the fact that he’d agreed to waltz with the She-Devil-In-The-Knife-For-Heel-Manolo’s, Elizabeth surreptitiously looked around until her eyes landed on the balcony and the ice-blue eyes that were drilling a hole into hers. She swallowed roughly and leaned into Lucky to hide from his burning gaze. Why’d Jason have to go and look at her like that? Didn’t he know how hard it had been for her to walk away like that? Ofcourse, he didn’t because he didn’t know inside her mind, she only thought he did. Like Jason could really read her most secret thoughts and her deepest desires. He couldn’t, because they were kept hidden from all prying eyes. But when he looked at her like that, with all his emotions and thoughts reflected in those eyes of his, she felt like he saw deep into her, that he knew all her secrets.

Elizabeth was sure that after that fated encounter two months ago, he probably already knew some secrets, those that he’d stumbled onto in his dorm room as they’d fumbled towards something while a party raged on outside. She’d known it’d been a mistake to take the drink Emily had offered as they entered the party, a mistake to use the liquid courage to drive her to ask Jason for a dance and to let him grind up against her. It had been a mistake to not care whether Lucky saw her or not as she let Jason touch her in all the right places or as let him slowly lead her back to his room. She’d known it was a mistake to let him brush his lips against hers, to pretend that she really was drunk and that it made it okay for him to kiss her so deeply that she didn’t notice that she was soon lying on his bed with him leaning over her and staring into her eyes.

All those mistakes Elizabeth had made that night had led her to nod her head in an affirmative response when Jason’s eyes pleaded with her to let him have her. He’d kept his eyes locked to hers as he’d lowered the thin straps of her red summer dress and then he’d taken off his t-shirt, unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants until he was only clad in black boxers. She’d watched him amazed as he’d leaned over her, breathing heavily as he’d put his lips to her neck. But when he’d encountered a pulse point she didn’t know existed, she’d closed her eyes and moaned, tilting her head to give him greater access. His hands were already at work, as one reached behind her back to push her body up into his chest, the other made its way slowly up her thighs and to the scrap of lace it found along her hips. He’d raised his head and looked up into her eyes as he’d slowly grabbed at the material and when she raised her lower body, he’d removed it from her. His pupil had darkened and it was quite a breath-taking sight just like the feeling of his erection as it lay cradled between her thighs. He hadn’t looked away even as he’d straightened up on the bed and lowered his boxers. Almost immediately after that, his arms had been around her and he’d risen her body up again as he’d lowered the zipper on the back of her dress.

Across the room Jason could see it in Elizabeth’s eyes even if she tried to hide for him and he remembered, just as he knew she was remembering it too. His eyes glazed over, not just because of all the liquor he’d consumed but at the images that flashed in his mind. The feel of her as she’d swayed her body against his, the taste of her lips as they’d parted to grant him entrance. He remembered the way she’d looked right before he broke that last barrier between them, the way he’d tried to go slow and kiss away the tears that had slid down her face. The way he hadn’t been able to just be inside her once, how he’d been craving her warmth ever since. What he remembered most was the morning and the blush that started on her cheeks but made its way down her body and the way that had made him feel.

Jason remembered how her eyes wouldn’t meet his as she jumped out of bed and began to quickly retrieve her things, forgetting that she was naked and that he was staring silently. He remembered how she’d turned away from him after she’d gotten dressed and had begun stuttering her way out of the situation and his room, forgetting that he could see her face in the mirror. He remembered coming up to stand behind her and seeing those deep blue eyes of hers looking at him imploringly. She’d expected him to make this easy on her, she’d expected him to let it go, but he couldn’t. He’d told her that she’d been his first, that now she’d ruined him for anyone else. He’d told her that she might want to forget but he never would. He’d told her that she could go back to Lucky, and his tone was bitter at that point, but that she’d always remember that he’d been her first, too, and he’d do everything he could, to make sure he was her only one. He’d brushed her hair aside and he’d kissed that point where her soft shoulder met her beautiful neck, and he’d told her that she could run as far as she wanted from this, but she’d never be able to deny what they’d had, even if it’d lasted only for a night.

So now here he was; he’d been dumped by Robin more than a month ago due to a misunderstanding and all he felt was relief. Jason didn’t need to carry around all that guilt anymore, but he felt bad because he had betrayed her just not with Sonny’s annoying little sister, instead he’d been with a girl who’d been haunting his dreams for almost six months and counting. He'd known Elizabeth more intimately than he’d ever known anyone else, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t ever seem to forget her. Thus, Jason had tried many times to manipulate any available situation that would get him a chance to speak to her again, to touch her again, maybe even get a taste. But she was always smarter and faster and she knew just how to make sure he never got his way. He’d resorted to attending her dance practices but she always ducked out early. Jason had setup camp outside her dorm floor, but she always managed to slip by him somehow. He’d tried everything he could until inspiration had struck a month after the winter formal where he’d gotten completely drunk and made a complete fool of himself by threatening to jump off the balcony if they didn’t put on a song that didn’t require a four-string quartet. It had necessitated the combined efforts of his annoying twin, his two best buds Sonny and Spin as well as Carly’s date Jax and Courtney’s latest boy-toy, Cousin Nikolas, as well as Brenda and Robin’s disapproving glares to get him off the balcony railing and back onto solid ground. He’d even used his inebriated state as an excuse to grab Elizabeth out of the crowd of by-standers and plant a sloppy kiss on her lips before he blacked out.

All he remembered was waking up the next evening with a raging headache and an even worse hard-on. Jason hated going to bed these days, all he did it seemed was dream about Elizabeth. Now having gotten a taste of her, the dreams had become even more graphic and seemed even more real. He always woke up sweating and swearing, requiring long cold showers in the dead of winter. He thought about her all the time, in the locker-room before and after practice, in class when the professor droned on, even in art class, where he could stare at her to his heart’s content. His art advisor even claimed his work was gaining more poignancy, he thought she was bull-shitting because all he did was make stupid crap out of clay. He’d even managed to make Grandfather an ashtray for when he smoked cigars, and his stellar attendance record in that class kept Grandmother supplied with an endless number of teacups and matching tea-plates.

To deal with his problems he’d taken to swimming. The water was always cool on his heated body and he always felt at peace in the quiet solitude of the empty pool. It had been as he was leaving very late one night, after the pool’s regular hours, that he discovered the best means of approaching Elizabeth in private. He couldn’t let her know that he’d seen her, so he waited patiently for the next time she snuck into the pool area of the gym and that’s when he struck.

It happened so unexpectedly, at first Elizabeth was just floating in the swimming pool in the shallower end and across the lanes. Relaxing before she’d have to go back and finish writing her essay on the different types of irony showcased in William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. She heard the gentle splash but she didn’t really comprehend it. It wasn’t until she felt the water ripple around her that she realized that she wasn’t alone. As she straightened up, she found him staring at her with those blue, blue eyes of his. She couldn’t mask the shudder that went through her or the feeling that crept up her back. He was done playing around, he was done being nice and now she had no means of escape. She was alone, in a part of the gym that was seldom visited this time of night and the only way out of there was blocked by him.

The water glistened across the surface of his body, she couldn’t believe that he still had his pants on, but then again, she was still in her sundress too. As he drew closer, she noticed the way he kept staring and she looked down to see that her dress was almost transparent. Her hands came up to cross over her chest and she retreated. She was trapped between the pool wall and him. She tried to get by him, but he blocked her with his arms as they came up to rest on both her sides. He was looking down at her as he leaned over her and all she wanted was to get out of this situation. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not again, this was all wrong, and she tried to resist. Her hands uncrossed and she tried to get out from under one of his arms, but he wouldn’t let her. He’d trapped her in with his body and she looked up into his face, pleading silently. Her eyes were tearing from the chlorine in the pool as she stared into his rapidly darkening eyes.

He had to let her go, he just had to. Or they would start something that would never end and it’d leave them with too many scars after everything was all said and done. She could feel her breath hitch, the water felt colder as it enveloped her and she wanted him to move away. She shivered even though his body-heat lingered so close to her. He wasn’t touching her but he might as well have been, each nerve ending in her body was sending impulse upon impulse and it felt like soon her brain would go on overload. And then he opened his mouth.

“Elizabeth.”

She looked down, her eyes overfilling with tears. She hated it when he said her name like that, it made weak and helpless; it made her human.

“Please,” she whispered brokenly. Why’d he have to say her name like that?

He moved even closer and she used her arms on his chest to push against him and put some distance between them. He didn’t budge and soon his arms drew tightly around her, even as he pushed her back into the pool wall. She gasped as his body fell hard against hers, and when she felt his erection rub up against her stomach, she knew that there was no going back. His breath was hot on her face and his arms loosened around her as his hands got tangled up in her wet hair. He was staring at her, but it felt more like he was looking through her. She wanted him to stop, she needed him to stop. The tears coursed down her face and a sob rose from deep within. This couldn’t be happening, this shouldn’t be happening, but she couldn’t stop it, even if she shut her eyes and she prayed to whoever was above and listening. This could not happen, it would destroy her, but nothing changed.

She could feel him as he lowered his head, she could feel him as his lips gently brushed hers and when his tongue parted her lips, the feelings became too much. He loosened his arms from around her and his hands grabbed her waist, raising her up to settle his erection between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth as hers opened under his, their tongues beginning to duel. Her hands went around his neck as she raised herself even higher and then his arms skated down her body to reach behind her thighs and raise them to meet around his waist. When her center rubbed up against his erection he groaned into her mouth and immediately, Elizabeth separated her mouth from his. He looked into her eyes as her hands massaged his neck and scratched at his scalp. She could see deep into him, she could read his intent and though everything in her protested, she gave in any way.

“Elizabeth,” he said and she came apart, letting him take whatever he wanted, unable to deny him anything. He waited for her, and her hands slowly slid down his arms. She looked down and his lips brushed against her hair, his breathing laboured due to her actions. Her hands made their way to his belt buckle and she unfastened his pants and with her legs she lowered them until they landed at the bottom of the pool. He responded by raising his arms up her thighs and to her back and unzipping her dress. She looked back up at him, his face was blank and expressionless and she knew why he was doing this. His eyes couldn’t hold the emotion at bay and she looked deep into them as he remove his hands from behind her and grab and her panties tearing them away quickly.

Elizabeth’s resulting moan was drowned in his throat as his lips closed over hers and then she waited for the inevitable. Her hand slowly reached down between them and guided him in before returning back to his hair. Jason groaned at the close fit and couldn’t contain himself as he pushed deeper into her and pressed her up against the pool wall. She felt her thighs widen to accommodate him and tighten when he slid deeper inside her. He broke the kiss to catch his breath and watched her for a whole minute, staring deep into her eyes as he stayed still. When she couldn’t take his gaze, she blushed and he twitched inside her in response, already harder than he’d ever been. Then the mating dance began, the waves of pleasure began to roll and the pressure built for both of them, he knew it wouldn’t take much to send her overboard and but he wanted to be there with her when she came.

Slowly, as if in a haze, both their bodies began to rise and the water lapped violently around them in response to their frenzied pace. Jason drove into her faster and harder as Elizabeth urged him on. When he felt her crest, it triggered his own orgasm and he swallowed her cry of ecstasy into his mouth. His tongue delved deep into her mouth mimicking the motions of sex. When she finally awoke from the sexual daze, he tightened one arm around her, bringing her head to rest against his chest while the other found its way to her breasts and teased her nipples. She laughed quietly into his neck and he grinned at the sound and waited for the heat between them to die down. When she realized he was still hard, she looked up into his face and asked, “Round two?” His response was drowned in the sound of the gym generators kicking in.

Hours later as she lay in his bed, she turned to him, “That was your first time, right?” When he nodded in response, she continued, “We didn’t use a condom any of those times and I wasn’t on any birth-control pills.” He straightened up beside her as she lay in his arms and looked at her with such intensity, “I took the test Jason, a few weeks after- after the party. I’m pregnant.”

She didn’t know what she was expecting but it wasn’t anything like she’d thought he’d say. He brushed his lips against her forehead and said, “I know, I told my Mom I’d found the one. She was really glad because she wasn’t sure that after Robin if I’d ever be happy again.”

“But I’m turning sixteen and you’re going to be eighteen in a month and you’ll graduate this summer. What’re they going to say about this?”

“My parents married early, so did yours.”

“That was different, it was another time. And what about Lucky?”

“This is real love Elizabeth; do you really want to run from it?”

“Jason-“

“Say yes, and forget everything else. You’ve always had the power to save me from drowning in the oceans of my dreams. All we ever need is each other, Elizabeth.”

“The oceans of your dreams?”

“Yeah.”

“How can I say no to that?” She kissed him then, just so he’d know for sure and they waited for the day to dawn. Because now, no matter what, the future no longer haunted Jason with memories he’d never have. Instead this love promised to take everything from him and give him Elizabeth and a life worth living instead.