Chapter 1

Elizabeth stood on the docks looking out to the water. The cold January wind caused a shiver to run down her back, but she didn't really notice. She was lost in thought. So much had happened in the last two years, she hadn't really had time to herself. She needed to think. Reflect.

As she looked back, she couldn't believe everything that she had been though since she moved to Port Charles. She had been raped. At the time she hadn't thought she had been strong enough to survive it. But Lucky had been there to pick her up and give her the strength to keep living. Lucky had saved her and when she fell in love with him it had felt so right. They had planned to move to New York, where she was to be a painter and him a musician. They would be happy, together and in love. Then Lucky died and her world fell apart again. She hadn't thought she would ever get past his death. But she did. She had rebuilt her life and was slowly looking to the future when Lucky returned.

It had been the happiest moment of her like. Her prayers had been answered. Lucky had been kidnapped and held against his will for over a year. At first, she and everyone else thought they would get back together. But Lucky had pushed her away and had wanted her to be with Nicholas, his brother. Elizabeth had been devastated. Now, she knew it was all an act to stop Helena, but at the time, it had hurt her more than his fake death had. Lucky had pretended to be under Helena's control so that she would release him and with the help of Luke and Nicholas, Helena had been killed. Through all of it, she knew they were meant to be together. He was her miracle. Their love was a once in a lifetime thing. True love.

Now finally, they were together. Just like they had planned long ago. So why wasn't she happy. She looked up to her studio window. Lucky thought she was working on an art assignment for her abstract art class. She hadn't really lied. She did have that assignment. She just couldn't seem to do it. She hadn't been able to paint for sometime. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Every day she stared at the blank canvas. Every day she waited for inspiration, waited for some creative spark. But it never came. She couldn't understand why when her life with Lucky was finally getting back to where it was before he was taken, her painting was going off track.

She was beginning to think that her professor from two years ago was right. She didn't have what it takes to be an artist. Maybe she should give it up. Maybe she should put away her silly dream of being a painter and find something else like Lucky had. Before the fire, Lucky had dreams of playing the guitar. Since he's been back he hardly plaid anymore. Now he wanted to be a photographer. She had been so happy when he had picked up a camera. After Helena was killed, he had become so depressed. Like he had no purpose. But now, he was excited about taking pictures and working for his mother's cosmetics company. He was slowly becoming a successful photographer, while she was lost.

Maybe she should give in and join Lucky at Deception. Laura had a crazy idea of her, Elizabeth, becoming a model. At first, she had laughed at the idea. She had thought they were joking. But Laura had been serious. Was still serious. Laura wanted her to be the new Face of Deception. Lucky loved the idea. They would be together, just like they had planned only this time, she as a model and he as the photographer. She had gone along to a test shoot just to make them happy. She knew they would eventually see that she wasn't cut out to be a model. She didn't have what it takes. Then everything would get back to normal and she could concentrate on her painting.

She couldn't remember the last time she had painted something. Instantly The Wind came to mind. It hadn't been the last thing she painted but it was still the best thing she'd done. It was the last time she had felt passionate about painting. Being on the back of Jason's motorcycle had given her so much inspiration; she hadn't been able to put her brush down. It was like she had been possessed. Nothing since had given her that feeling.

Jason. Every once in a while, something would happen and she would think of Jason. A man wearing a leather jacket, the sound of motorcycle, when she heard Oh Come All Ye Faithful. She missed him. He had been her friend when she needed it the most. He had shown her that she was strong enough to handle any situation that came her way. He had given her a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. He never told her how to feel. He just listened and understood. If he were here right now she would probably be at his door telling him her problems. And she knew he would listen. He would never turn her away. But he wasn't coming back. When he left after everything with Emily had been taken care of, to her it seemed permanent. Carly, his ex-girlfriend had married Sonny, his boss. She still didn't know everything that had gone on but she knew Jason was the one that had lost. He lost Carly and he lost Michael, his son. She didn't think he was ever going to get past that. It was a shame. Jason was the one person she felt deserved to be happy.

If Jason were here, he would tell her she had to be honest with Lucky. Tell him the truth. She didn't want to be a model. But she couldn't. She didn't want to hurt Lucky. He was so excited about them working together, she didn't want to let him down. She knew Jason would understand.

Checking her watch, she raced up the stairs towards her studio. Lucky would be at her studio any minute. They were going to discuss the proofs he had developed of her test shots. She knew he was going to tell her they weren't good. Then this whole model issue would be over.

She opened the door and hurried inside. She needed the place to look like she had been working.

"Elizabeth."

She turned shocked at hearing a voice she thought she would never hear again.

"Jason?" she asked not quite believing he was standing in her studio. She crossed the studio and gave him a hug.

"It's good to see you," he replied hugging her back. He hadn't known what her reaction was going to be. Him just showing up without any warning.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" She pulled away.

"It's complicated. I still have a key. Do you want it back?"

"What? No, no it's yours. I wanted you to have it." She looked at him trying to see what he wasn't telling her. "You're in trouble?"

"No. Not yet, anyway," he said a little unsure. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. He shouldn't get her involved in his business.

"Something for Sonny?" she was worried. She knew his life was dangerous. She didn't want anything to happen to him.

"You know, I can't tell you now. Later, maybe."

"Right, of course. Where are you staying?"

This was it. He could tell her a safe house and then she wouldn't be involved, he thought. But it was a good plan. She won't get hurt. I'll make sure of it. "Here. If it's okay. I need to keep out of sight for a while."

Something going on, she thought. "Of course. You know I'll help you out with anything."

"Thank you, I'll try not to get in …" Jason stopped and turned at the knocking on the door.

"That's Lucky," she said moving towards the door. Jason stopped her just as she reached for the knob. He pulled her away from the door.

"He can't know I'm here," he said quietly. "No one can know I'm in Port Charles."

"You know he wouldn't say anything," she whispered.

"Please, I really need your help." Maybe she'll change her mind, he thought.

He looked in her eyes trying to convey the importance of this. The plan wouldn't work if people knew he was in Port Charles.

"Elizabeth?" Lucky asked as he knocked again.

It took only a second for Elizabeth to make up her mind. "I'm coming. Just a second," she yelled to Lucky then quietly, "Okay, I won't tell him." She picked up her jacket and purse. She saw the relief in his eyes before she walked to the door and turned off the light. She would keep Jason's secret from Lucky. It was just another in what was becoming a long list things she couldn't tell Lucky.

"Hey," she said as she opened the studio door. She walked into the hall not giving Lucky a chance to see inside.

"Didn't you hear me knocking the first time?" he asked.

"I'm sorry. I was just lost in another world working on my assignment."

"It's okay," he replied pulling her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss quickly, and began walking to the stairway. "Let's go to Kelly's."

The voices began to fade as they walked toward to stairway. When he couldn't hear them anymore, Jason moved to the couch. He knew Elizabeth was back with Lucky, but hearing them together just made it real. He knew it was what she had always wanted. Always dreamed about. He was glad that her dream had come true. But something wasn't right. While he had waited for her, he glanced out the window and saw her standing on the pier. She had looked lost and alone. When it looked like she wasn't going to move, he had wanted to go down and ask her if she was all right. But he couldn't. He couldn't risk being seen.

There was a traitor in the organization and he needed to find out who it was. Maybe more than one. The studio was a perfect hideout. No one would suspect he was there and it was close to the coffee warehouse. He thought again of Elizabeth. He wanted to protect her. That was why he had left a year ago. After a bomb had been placed in her studio to kill him, he knew she would always be in danger if she were around him. As much as he didn't want their friendship to end, he knew it was the right thing to do.

But now he was involving her in his business. When he had first thought of the studio, he had dismissed it. He wouldn't put Elizabeth's life in danger again. But no other place seemed right. Her studio felt natural. Maybe it was because he had stayed here while he was shot. He felt comfortable here. Something that wasn't easy for him. He never called anything place he stayed home, except for the gatehouse when he had Michael. Whenever he thought of the studio, he thought of it as home. Looking out the window, he saw Elizabeth and Lucky crossing the pier. He would make sure that nothing happened to her or her studio.