A/N: In this story, Elizabeth and Lucky ended their relationship after their divorce and never got back together. They keep a friendly relationship because of the boys. There was no affair with Nik, so therefor no Aidan. The past with Sam and Jason is still as it was on the show. Jason does not see Jake, and Lucky still claims to be his father.
Staring out the window, she wrapped her arms around herself and gently swayed from side to side. Looking back at the table where the letter laid, she frowned. It had been years since she had felt this type of fear and had no idea of what to do. Resting her head against the cool window, Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip.
Noticing a car arriving, she tensed until she recognized the driver and passenger getting out. Sighing in relief at the thought of not being alone for awhile, she walked quickly toward the door and pulled it open. "Hi, Mac, Georgie. Come on in."
The police commissioner's heart went out to the woman standing in front of him as they made their way to the couch. After sitting down, he smiled gently at her. "Elizabeth, did you get the letter that I asked Dante to deliver?"
"Um, yeah. I read it after putting the boys down for the night."
"I want you to know that we are going to up patrols in the area and do everything that we can until he is found. Is there anyone that you want to call to come stay with you?"
Georgie watched as she shook her head. "I can stay if you would like, Elizabeth. I would hate for you to be alone right now," the younger woman offered.
"I really appreciate the thought, but I can't let you do that, Georgie. It really isn't safe for you to be here."
"You shouldn't be alone," she protested.
"I'm sorry, Georgie, but I agree with Elizabeth." Mac turned back toward the young mother. "Do you think Sonny would provide you with a guard for now?" It made his jaw hurt to ask, but he did not want anything to happen to her.
Elizabeth sneered. "I am not asking him for anything. The last conversation that we had was not a good one."
Taken back by her tone, Mac shook his head at her stubbornness. "His people could protect you and the boys."
"Thank you for your concern, Mac, but I am not asking him for anything. We will be fine."
"Elizabeth, I don't think that you are completely understanding the seriousness of this. They found threatening letters in the cell that were about you. Now is not the time for pride. I would offer you police protection, but we are understaffed. I can only up the drive through rounds in this neighborhood."
"I was the one that he raped, Mac! I completely comprehend the danger," she snapped back. "Tom Baker is a nightmare that I have lived with since I was fifteen."
Hanging his head, Mac nodded. Georgie stood as he did. "I am sorry for pushing you. I just wanted to make sure you are ok."
Reaching out and touching his arm, Elizabeth offered a watery smile. "No, I should apologize. I am just on edge. I am sorry that I snapped at you." She turned toward Georgie. "Again I thank you for the kind offer, but I cannot agree to let you stay here knowing that animal is out and free."
After they had left and she had relocked the door, Elizabeth flopped onto the couch and sighed. There was no one that she could think to call. Lucky and she were over and she could not stomach the thought of dragging him back into this mess. Besides, he was at home with his new girlfriend Shioban. Emily had died a couple years ago and Nik was acting strange and distant. Jason was back with Sam after everything, so that completely placed him out. She knew that Patrick and Robin would be happy to come over, but they had Emma to take care of. Elizabeth also did not feel right placing anyone else in her personal nightmare.
Not wanting to head upstairs yet, she pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and curled up. Flipping on the television to a music station, she let her mind drift to happier thoughts.
Georgie walked into Kelly's after her dad had dropped her off. Joining Maxie at the table that she was sitting at, she noticed her sister's questioning look. "Sorry. I know I am late. I went with dad to visit with Elizabeth."
Frowning, Maxie snorted. "What did the Princess of Port Charles do to warrant a visit from the PCPD?"
"Shut up, Maxie! He was concerned about her, just like I am."
"Oh of course! Everyone is always concerned about her."
Fed up with Maxie's unreasonable attitude, Georgie's temper snapped. "You are exactly right! We are concerned. Tom Baker, remember him? The man that raped her in the park when she was fifteen after Lucky stood her up? Well, he broke out of prison and they found letters about her in his cell. So excuse me if I am concerned about her being alone with her two boys and a rapist that is obsessed with her wandering around the town."
Feeling regret at her remarks, Maxie grabbed her sisters hand as she stood to leave. "Wait! You are right, I am sorry. I didn't know."
"Fine. But I don't want to hear another nasty remark about Elizabeth. She is refusing to ask Sonny for protection and dad is really concerned that he will come after her. She is all alone, Maxie. I know that you don't like her, but no one deserves this."
The blonde nodded, ashamed of herself. "I know. I remember hearing the stories when we were younger. Is dad going to assign more patrols on her street?"
Georgie sighed. "Yes, but he doesn't think that he will walk up to the front door and knock. Hopefully he just takes off out of town or gets picked up soon."
"Wait! Why would she refuse to ask Sonny for protection?"
"I'm not sure," Georgie admitted, puzzled herself. "She was adamant though that she was not asking him for any help. Dad even to convince her, even as he choked on the words."
The man sitting at the table behind theirs pulled his wallet out and tossed a twenty on the table for his coffee and chili. Grabbing his coat, he exited the diner silently, thinking on the conversation that he had just overheard. While he did not know the young single mother that well, she had always been polite and friendly when they ran into one another. With the impression that he had of her, there was no way that he was going to let her go unprotected while the convict that had hurt in the past was roaming around.
With his decision made, he started his car and headed toward the neighborhood that he knew that she lived in. He parked across the street and looked at the quaint house that she and her sons lived in, noticing the lights
in the living room were still on. Hoping that she did not refuse his help, he walked quickly up to the porch and gently knocked.
When she pulled open the door, she was clearly surprised. She nibbled on her lip and offered a faint smile. "Johnny?"