Prologue:
4:26 p.m.
March 14, 1999
Washington, D.C.
Unites States Congress
Office of Senator L. Alcazar
The room, decorated in simple tones of blue, betrayed the palpable tension; the knife splitting silence as three men, donned in their everyday uniform of suit and tie, eyed each other. Finally, the man seated behind the desk, his hair as dark as his mood, opened his mouth.
“I understand your motives Spencer, but I do not think the others will agree.”His gaze locked with the man in the chair before him. His hair thin, his face lined, many would wave him off as weak at first sight, but that was hardly the case. Spencer’s blue eyes twinkled, a smirk crossed his face.
“Alky, you wound me to the heart.”Mockingly placing a hand over his chest, Spencer watched his counterpart match his smile.
“Luke, I am not doubting your skills in this arena. You and I both know this bill is...”He paused, searching for the right words,”...out there.”Spencer’s smirk was gone, a scowl in its place.
“I must say that Lorenzo has a point.”The third man spoke for the first time and Spencer gritted his teeth to the man on his right,”The Constitution clearly states the requirements for this position and to change that would be ludicrous.”He turned his attention to the man on his left,”Honestly Spencer, changing the requirements would only be a start. Before you know it the entire Constitution will be under review...”
“We all know you don’t give a damn about the Constitution so why don’t you just get to your point, Stefan.”Luke interrupted as Stefan folded his glasses and placed them inside his suit coat.
“There really is no need to be rude Luke...”
“@#%$ it Vlad, just get it out!”Stefan looked between the two men.
“I refuse to allow this bill to pass! He is not ready...!”His voice full of indignation and contempt. Luke was quick to jump out of his seat.
“He is our only chance!”He fired back before attempting to regain his composure,”He may be young, but there is no one else I would want replacing A.J....”
“He will never be like A.J.”Stefan interjected.
“No he won’t.”Luke replied turned to face him,”He’ll be better. He cares about his constituents, he fights for them and he’s a born leader. It’s in his blood.”Alcazar nodded mutely taking in Spencer’s words.
“His family’s history is quite impressive. Three presidencies, numerous cabinet positions...”Lorenzo trailed. He leaned back in his chair to better assess the situation.
“You know I wouldn’t be backing this kid if I didn’t think he could do it.”There was a moment of silence as Alcazar sat thinking.
“Alright, Luke. I’ll get my party on it. And Stefan...”He called as the man was nearly out the door,”...I expect you to do the same.”Mumbling his way out the door, Stefan gave a small nod,”Do you have any idea what you’re getting into?”He asked returning his attention to Spencer. The man only gave one of his mischievous grins.
“I do, but the kid doesn’t.”Alcazar cocked an eyebrow.
“You did discuss this with him...”
“Mr. Alcazar...”The secretary’s voice shot through the speaker on the desk,”Representative Morgan is here to see you.”
“Send him in.”He replied, his gaze unwavering from Luke’s,”Why do I bother with you?”He asked standing up and moving to the other side of his desk.
“You’d be bored.”Luke shrugged.
“Right.”He snorted while buttoning his jacket,”So am I explaining this or are you?”
“Leave it to me.”Both men turned to see the man of so much discussion walking in,”Jason, how are you?”Luke greeted warmly as he shook the young man’s hand.
9:30 p.m.
March 14, 1999
London, England
Buckingham Palace
The Throne Room
The room, decorated in crimson red and gleaming gold, reflected the luxurious atmosphere; the deafening sound of conversation and classic music circling through the perfectly groomed crowd. In a small corner, blending into the background, stood a petite woman of chestnut hair and steady hazel eyes. Intently, she surveyed the scene before her, a hand delicately pressed to her ear, her brows furrowing as she struggled to hear the order coming from the tiny speaker. Adjusting the microphone running parallel to the contour of her jaw, she finally spoke.
“I’m on my way.”She replied and quickly reached for a corner of her jaded skirt, lifting it. Gently and swiftly, she made her way through the crowd, all the while listening to the hysterics of a skittish cook. Maneuvering her way through the large palace corridors and staircases, she finally reached her destination. She wove her way through a crowd again, but one of an entirely different sort. Butlers and maids, waiters and kitchen help, and finally the cooks. One in particular, standing at nearly six feet seven inches, looking like an oversized marshmallow stood the head cook.
“Oh! Thank God! Mademoiselle, le soup is missing le ingredients! We have no carrots! Without les carrots n’est pas un carrot soup!!”Elizabeth stepped forward, reaching out to the neurotic oversized french marshmallow.
“Michel. Breathe.”She ordered and the man did,”okay. Now we purchased carrots last week.”The cook shook his head.
“We did, mais they did not give us carrots.”He walked over to the crate on the floor and pushed it to her,”broccoli...broccoli!”He shouted in disgust as he shook a piece in the air. Elizabeth stood there, her mind reeling.
“Donovan!”She shouted catching a young boy’s attention as he breezed through the kitchen,”Donovan.”She beckoned and he urgently moved towards her,”Go down to George’s and buy as many packages of carrots as you can find. Do you understand?”She question as she handed him a note for 500 pounds,”Go, go go.”She shooed him off and returned her attention to the cook,”Michel we have ten minutes before dinner. Get everything else ready so when Donovan returned with the carrots you can concentrate on that.”Something inside the cook snapped and he nodded firmly. Pivoting, he leaned against the middle table and looked through the opening in the wall to another kitchen.
“Pierre! The baguettes! Hurry up!”He returned his attention to the petite brunette,”Ah Mademoiselle Webber, I see great future for you. Maintainment, we show le President of le United States a dinner he will remember!”
Elizabeth made her way back into the Throne Room. The crowd was dispensing into the dining hall, but two ladies remained behind. Both stood at nearly the same height, but the blonde appeared, though not by much, older than the auburn. Both turned and rushed to meet her. They greeted each other with delicate hugs.
“Elizabeth, the ball is beautiful.”Chloe Morgan gushed, her blonde hair in an elegant up do.
“It is.”Emily added excitedly, her pin straight auburn hair swaying back and forth at every move.
“Oh thank you.”Elizabeth replied giving a small smile,”but if you don’t hurry, you’ll miss the first course.”She teased and after exchanging a few parting words, she watched them depart as quickly as they came. Pausing for a moment to reflect on past events, her concentration was marred by the hushed tones behind her. Tilting her head to the side, she slowly crept her way to a large marble pillar, using the object as a shield. Effectively hidden, she noticed the small group of men, her eyes widening at the sight of the President and members of his staff. She unconsciously leaned forward to better hear their conversation.
“Voted on it this afternoon, Mr. President. Barrett just called to confirm it.”
“Is it just me, Gentlemen, or does this vote seem fast?”
“With all due respect Mr. President, you did tell Congress to find a new Speaker of the House before you returned.”
“Mmm. I suppose so. Jax, I want you to alert me the second Barrett has any new information. Alexis, Max, keep your ear to the ground. This unprecedented unanimous vote doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t care if Jason Morgan is fully competent or not...”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she leaned back against the pillar. Unbeknownst to her, the delicate fingers on her hand began to play with a small blue ring, twirling it up and down.
Chapter 1
6:25 a.m.
November 1, 2003
Washington, D.C.
143 Virginia St.
Morgan Mansion
Jason rounded the staircase adjusting the tie around his neck. Dismounting the last step, he walked through the large entry way, passed the enormous dining room, and entered the kitchen. He nodded at the cook before turning his attention to the blonde sitting at the breakfast table. Her concentration fixed on the newspaper while balancing a cup of tea. Jason leaned down and quickly kissed her forehead. Without moving her gaze, she pulled out a section of the newspaper and handed it to him.
“The Capitals beat the Thrashers. Pay up.”She informed him, putting her tea cup down and holding out her hand to him. He sighed and pulled a ten out of his wallet.
“This is getting expensive.”He mumbled slapping the bill into her small delicate hand. She never looked at him, too busy reading an article.
“And here I thought the Speaker of the House made a decent living....”
“I could say the same for you Chloe. Tell me, how much do you make again?”He teased opening up the newspaper. He was rewarded with a icy glare.
“More than you ever will.”She fired back before raising her cup.
“Do I smell chocolate chip muffins?”A brunette asked bouncing the kitchen, tightening her ponytail. As she bypassed the table, Chloe blindly grabbed her arm.
“Not so fast, Em.”She commented keeping her eyes on the paper, yet holding out her hand. The young woman groaned, pulling a bill out of her back pocket. Sighing, she walked by Jason, who adamantly refused to look at her. Leaning down, she kissed his temple and then smacked his head. Jerking back, he looked up at her.
“What the hell was that for?!”He questioned, putting a hand to where she had hit him.
“That is the last time I listen to you.”She fired back, gracefully sitting in the chair. He glanced at Chloe who unleashed a laugh that echoed through the kitchen.
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11:30 a.m.
November 1, 2003
London, England
Buckingham Palace
White Drawing Room
Elizabeth briskly walked through the ornate corridor of the palace. Outside, she appeared serene, but it was far from the inner turmoil raging inside her mind. To say she was upset would be an understatement. It was, after all, her birthday and her day off.
“Happy 22nd.”She mumbled as she approached the very large double doors. She paused for a moment, smoothing the wrinkles out of her cream colored skirt suit. Running a hand through her long straight hair, she let out a deep breath, pushing aside her emotions. Finally, she gripped the bronze handle and opened the door. She took a few steps in until her eyes widened.
“Happy Birthday!!!”The room was crowded with hundreds of people. Everyone from the cooks, to the chambermaids, the butlers and the royal family were clapping and laughing....even the Queen herself. A very shell shocked Elizabeth remained rooted to her spot. Taking in the room, she noted the white, silver and gold balloons; the food extended on the banquet table to her left. Still completely dazed, she felt a hand gently grip her arm. Turning, she found the Queen looking eye to eye with her, a soft smile donning her lips.
“I do believe we surprised Miss Webber.”She commented, earning a low chuckle from the crowd,”It is alright, my dear.”She comforted, patting Elizabeth’s hand gently. They continued to look at each other for a moment before the younger Elizabeth gave a small smile.
“I...I had absolutely no idea.”She started, her soft English accent echoing through the room,”Thank you...all...so very much. I am truly honored.”The tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away.
“We are all here Elizabeth,”The Queen started, her attention floating between the crowd and the birthday girl,”because we are all honored. For these four years, we have watched you succeed beyond our greatest expectations. Every event you have orchestrated has proved more wonderful than the last. This is our way of thanking you, for your dedication and service.”As the Queen’s speech ended, the room was engulfed with the sound of clapping. Blushing, Elizabeth was lead by the royal to the crowd.
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9:55 p.m.
November 1, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The East Room
Jason remained sitting in his seat at his designated table. There was another blonde sitting next to him, her lips flapping a mile a minute, but his concentration was elsewhere. For the past five minutes, he had been listening to the four women behind him. Leaning back in his chair a bit more, he pretended to be adjusting his coat.
“And they say she was even invested by the Queen herself.”
“Invested as what?”
“The title of lady. Can you believe it! An American is now among the royal ranks...”
“Who cares. If this girl thinks she is better off in England, than why should we bother...”
“She has renowned taste. Everyone knows it. She’s organized parties on behalf of the Queen, for presidents and kings and queens across Europe.”
“And have you seen the photos of her? She has more class and style than anyone I’ve ever known.”
“They say she’s the next Jacqueline Kennedy.”
“Great. An American goes over to Britain and they call her the next Jackie. If she was the next Jackie, she would have to marry the President.”
“Well this President is clearly taken.”
“The wedding ring on your hand gives it away Vickie.”
“Oh shut up Carly.”
Jason leaned forward, shaking his head slightly. A deafening ring was echoing through his head. As he squinted his eyes, the women’s gossip behind him interlaced with the blonde’s incessant chatter beside him. He mumbled something to the woman and stood up. He quickly made his way out of the room. Walking down the corridor, he found the space quiet and comforting. Taking a deep breath, he felt the ringing cease. It was replaced with a small throbbing pain.
“I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d join me out here.”Jason looked up to find Luke Spencer closing the distance between them. They both let out small chuckles as they shook hands.
“Luke. I thought I saw you slip out a while ago.”Luke flashed him his trademark smile.
“I only go to these things for Laura. It’s amazing the things you do for your wife.”He commented before taking a sip of his whiskey.
“I wouldn’t know.”Jason replied lowly to his friend. He watched Luke stop midway in his drink to look at him, his eyes twinkling.
“Have I ever told you how much you remind me of myself?”Jason opened his mouth to speak, but Luke cut him off,”I was a lot like you. Self proclaimed bachelor for life, but then I met Laura and...”
“And she took your breath away and you fell madly in love.”Jason commented comically, having heard the story so many times.
“..Yes and it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I’m actually surprised one of them hasn’t dragged you down the aisle.”Jason grabbed a glass from the waiter’s tray and looked at Luke with a grin.
“Many have tried, all have failed.”Luke matched his grin and they each took a sip from their drinks.
“...are you serious? That is incredible Elizabeth!”Emily Morgan exclaimed in hushed tones as she exited the dining room. As she passed by Jason and Luke, she gave them a smile.
“I feel old.”Luke commented dryly as he watched Emily sneak into a small corner away from them,”It seems like yesterday Emily and Elizabeth were playing with dolls. Speaking of Elizabeth, I haven’t seen her in months.”He eyed Jason carefully,”When was the last time you saw her?”Jason glanced over at his sister, watching her excitement in the conversation.
“Ten years.”He replied looking at Luke,”To this day.”
Chapter 2
4:55 p.m.
November 9, 2003
London, England
Buckingham Palace
Third Floor
Lady Webber’s Private Quarters
Elizabeth’s body was lazily strewn on the sofa in front of the television. The doors to her bedroom were left open revealing a room encased in the moon and whatever light from the t.v. had managed to find its way pass the large furniture. The woman herself was wearing her favorite set of cotton blue pajamas – a far cry from the intricate suits and gowns that overran her closets. Elizabeth sighed. The Royal Family was due back tomorrow morning – back to the routine of protocol and drama – drama, drama, drama.
Her right hand continued its exercise for the night…lowering to the bowl of popcorn and then rising to her mouth. The expression on her face was blank, her gaze drifting past her feet popped up on the ottoman to the television…and the game. It was a Sunday night, in a dreary London and she was watching hockey via satellite, by herself, in a dark room. She sighed again. This time, her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, her jaw dropped. Next came the roll of the eyes and she leaned further back in to the couch.
“Oh bloody hell!”She shouted raising her free arm into the air,”I can skate faster than you...!”Letting out a groan, she flung a handful of popcorn at the screen. As she watched the scene unfold, she covered her eyes. The ringing of the telephone became a welcome distraction and she blindly reached for it – utterly refusing to catch a glimpse of the screen.
“Hello?”She greeted,”I…Emily? Calm down, I can’t understand a word you’re saying…What?”She asked softly uncovering her widened eyes,”What on Earth for?”She questioned looking around for the remote,”Alright, alright I will…”She answered as she began channel surfing and paused when she found what she was looking for,”….Oh my giddy aunt.”
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11:03 p.m.
November 10, 2003
Washington, D.C.
143 Virginia Street
Morgan Mansion
Emily Morgan was kneeling on the stool in the kitchen, bracing her body on the counter top as she pressed the cordless phone to her ear. The small white television in the kitchen was a few feet from her face, but she stared intently, concentrating, focusing. She had always hated the morning political analyst shows, which was why she was angry. Her brother, in his infinite wisdom, neglected to tell her he was appearing on one. Emily vowed to retaliate, Speaker of the House or not, she was not going to let her big brother ‘forget’ to mention things.
“I...I’m still here.”She replied listening to the person on the other line,”....oh shhh! It’s back on.”The screen showed two men sitting at a large half moon table. On one side was an old plump host, the other was Jason Morgan - Mr. Bachelor USA.
“Mr. Speaker, how would you respond to allegations by President Bartlett and the White House that the United States Congress is purposefully rejecting his proposal based on and I quote ‘the black market negotiations conducted by party leaders’?”The camera angle switched to Jason as he eyed the man carefully.
“Obviously President Bartlett and his advisors have no idea what really goes on in Congress and I highly recommend that before they issue any more statements using me or any of my constituents as scapegoats that they actually visit the building...they’re more than welcome to take one of the many tours offered through the complex...”
“Now, now wait a minute Mr. Speaker...are you accusing the White House and President Bartlett for not...”
“I’m not accusing anyone of anything. I’m merely stating the truth. President Bartlett and his advisors have no right to attack the legislative branch of the government when the executive branch has no idea how to do its job...”
“So what exactly are you saying?”
“I’m saying that the President should be focusing on his job instead of who he should blame for his inefficiency.”
“Damn.”Emily commented, her eyes still trained on the television,”Not bad for a 25 year old.”She added before swallowing,”I...I should let you go...I’ll talk to you later.”
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5:45 p.m.
November 9, 2003
London, England
Buckingham Palace
Third Floor
Lady Webber’s Private Quarters
Elizabeth hadn’t moved an inch since hanging up with Emily. The call had been a blessing and most likely had saved her the trip of replacing a broken television. The very object, displaying the very person she could not remove her eyes from. Of course it had been ten years since they last saw each other, but she would recognize him anywhere. His features had become more defined over time and the shade of his eyes were darker, not the light blue she remembered. The only remnants of his once blonde hair, were the subtle highlights streaking through his brown locks.
She sighed. Her knees rose to the couch and she hugged them, forming into a ball. It was somewhat amazing how after all this time, she still felt a pull towards him - a certain connection. Sure they had helped each other out, but that was a long time ago. She had grown up, become a successful independent young woman. But why? - she asked herself as she continued to watch Jason fire back answers - why did she feel her heart flutter, why couldn’t she tear her eyes away from his face, why could she not just let an old crush go? - And like she had done so many times the past ten years, Elizabeth unknowingly twisted the ring on her finger.
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10:20 a.m.
November 20, 2003
Washington, D.C.
Capitol Hill Parking Lot
Jason Morgan sat behind the wheel of his beloved Bentley, waiting patiently in the line of vehicles stopped to undergo security checks - as they did every morning. Slowly, his car inched forward until he was finally at the check point.
“Good Morning Mr. Speaker.”The security guard greeted with a smile.
“Morning Hank.”Jason replied returning his own smile as the guard went about his job. As he waited, the cell phone in his pocket went off.
“All set Mr. Speaker. You have a good day now.”Hank commented as Jason answered his phone. They exchanged waves and Jason pulled into the parking lot. He stopped abruptly as a convoy of black vehicles approached him.
“...no wait a minute Chloe...I am not going to Edward’s media frenzy....yea well you can call him that, but he’s Edward....Chloe, no...I won’t....I most certainly will not....”He paused watching the never ending line of convoy pass by,”....are you blackmailing me?”He asked suddenly looking at his phone,”...yes but you do it so well...”The convoy came to a crashing halt and Jason raised his head. He was already angry with the delay, but this was just too much.
Secret Service men jumped out of a few vehicles, all running towards the limousine directly in front of Jason. He watched - in slow motion - as the car in front of him became engulfed in flames, the entire frame bulging and then falling....the entire car flying into the air and landing randomly...
“Jason...? Jason...?”
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3:30 p.m.
November 20, 2003
London, England
Buckingham Palace
Offices of Lady Webber
Elizabeth wove her way through the interns and assistants of her staff. Their cubicles were a complete disarray and she made a mental note to discuss “organizational skills” in the next meeting. Adjusting her glasses, she reread the notes in front of her quickly making her way to the board room. When arriving at her destination, she took a quick scan of its occupants.
“Alright everyone. Quiet. Quiet.”She repeated perturbed for having to repeat the order. The men and women made their way to their seat, but their chatter seemed to grow louder. Elizabeth turned to her top assistant, an eyebrow raised.
“Oh Milady! Have you heard the news?”The young women asked, a sad look upon her face.
“No and I highly doubt I have any interest in it.”
“But it has to...”Another assistant interjected.
“Could we please get to work..?”
“But Ma’am...”A third intern questioned. Elizabeth hastily removed her glasses, carelessly placing them on the table. Her eyes were dark, sending a clear message to her staff she was not to be messed with.
“For the last time...No we will not have this...J. Lo....nor this Beonce performing at the palace under any circumstances!”She exclaimed losing her temper,”Now for Saint George, can we please get about the task of deciding the layout for the New Years party today so we may not have to be here during Christmas?!”Every member of her staff lowered their head.
“Yes Ma’am.”They replied solemnly in unison. Satisfied, she gave a short nod before lifting her glasses back up to her face. They were about to get underway when there was a loud knock on the door.
“Oh for Pete’s sake.”She cursed under her breath,”Yes?”She called, her voice ripping with annoyance. The door opened so fast, Elizabeth thought it might have been removed.
“Robert?”She asked lowering her glasses. Fellowes was her boss...big boss and he never interrupted her unless something was of some importance. This afternoon, his face was drawn, the lines deeper than ever and his eyes were quite melancholy.
“La...Lady Webber.”He stuttered, something he rarely did,”There is...a matter, which needs your immediate attention.”Elizabeth tilted her head at an angle, her eyes narrowing in confusion.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand...”He took a step towards her, his face graver than she first assumed.
12:20 p.m.
November 20, 2003
Washington, D.C.
6900 Georgia Avenue
Walter Reed Army Medical Hospital
Amidst the crowded lobby of anxious nurses and fretful doctors were two figures cloaked in black, a matching pair not too far behind...emulating a shadow. The first set of men were visually similar. Both had dark hair, dark eyes and Latin features. Of course, Lorenzo Alcazar stood a bit taller than his counterpart, but Michael “Sonny” Corinthos, Senator from New York, was not one to be taken lightly.
Their eyes searched the lobby for a familiar face and found it to the right - a man leaning against the wall - Luke Spencer. As they rounded the corner to meet their cohort, they were surprised to see many of their co-workers lining the hallway. Seemingly the only quiet corridor in the hospital. Returning their gaze to Luke, they found the man to have a sad smile on his face.
“How bad is it?”Lorenzo asked first, his eyes glancing to the men around them and for the first time noticing their stricken expressions. He returned his gaze to Luke and found no sense of relief.
“The...”Luke stopped, swallowing hard before meeting both men in the eyes,”...Bartlett...and.. Callahan...they...there’s nothing left.”Lorenzo and Sonny’s eyes widened and then grew sad,”The doctors are finalizing...the death certificates...from the...dental records.”A moment of silence passed as the three men struggled to find their bearings. The wheels inside Sonny’s head began to turn as he grasped the situation.
“Then...”He started, looking up at Luke, but the man’s head was turned. Next to them were nearly two dozen members of Congress milling about their end of the corridor. But as they parted, the light began to dim as the three sets of eyes traveled the length of its walls. And at the end, a lone figure leaned his back against the cool hard wall. And with his head upturned, he stared at the ceiling.
He never heard the footsteps approaching. The words uttered registered, but he didn’t move, he couldn’t move. His mouth was dry and a large lump had formed in his throat. His body, as he knew it, was frozen stiff and the migraine, the constant ringing and throbbing pain in his head, that had plagued him for years ignited like never before.
It was when he felt two sets of delicate hands touch each of his arms, that he flinched. The immediate reaction caused him to blink and with each flicker, the confusion in his mind faded away. He recognized the two concerned faces looking at him. Standing up a bit straighter, he took in the younger’s tear stained face. With his hand, he reached up and brushed away the excess water. Turning his head, he observed the other woman. Her eyes were assuring and provided comfort, despite the obvious grim expression on her face. Without a word, she offered him the cup of water she held in her hands and he graciously accepted it with a sad smile. The cool liquid soothed his throat and he cleared it, an attempt to find his voice again. But when he opened his mouth to speak, the blonde cut him off.
“We can do this, Jason.”Chloe remarked with uncanny resolve,”All of us.”She added, her arm crossing over Emily’s shoulders,”Together.”Crumpling the paper cup, Jason let it fall to the ground. Opening his arms, he welcomed his sisters’ embrace.
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5:30 p.m.
London
Buckingham Palace
Her Majesty’s Private Office
Sir Robert Fellowes darted his eyes between the two Elizabeth’s on either side of the desk. He found that despite their obvious age difference, there was an uncanny likeness to the women. For the past two hours, they had remained sitting, disputing and agreeing on various issues. At one point, the Prime Minister, Tony Blair, had arrived to discuss how the country should and would respond. The speech writers, leaving the room, held the final draft, the statement to be made on behalf of the Queen and her people for those across the pond. They had received word moments earlier confirming the death of the President and Vice-President of the United States. As Robert watched the writers leave, another member of his staff rushed into the room, his entire body anxious. Four sets of eyes turned to the young man.
“Their...they...”He stuttered and frowned, realizing he would never get the words out in time. He opted, instead, to rush over to the television in the corner and turn it on. Sure enough, live via satellite was a scene direct from Washington, D.C.
The younger Elizabeth took notice of the location, a barren room at Walter Reed Hospital. Her eyes widened as she immediately recognized the men before her. The Chief Justice, William Rehnquist, was the first, but her concentration was placed on the Senator from Louisiana, Luke Spencer, who was holding the bible. Next to him, with a grim expression, left hand on the bible, right hand placed stoically in the air...stood Sonny Corinthos.
“...and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter: So help me God.”Sonny repeated solemnly. A few low words were exchanged between the him and the Chief Justice as they shook hands.
“..And that is, for those of you just joining us, the newly sworn in Vice-President of the United States, Michael Corinthos, former Senator from New York. We are watching, live, the inauguration of both offices of the presidency, at Walter Reed Army Medical Hospital in Washington, D.C....”The voice of Tom Brokaw filled the silent room as its occupants watched the scene before them in awe,”....As reported just moments ago, officials have declared that President Bartlett and Vice-President Callahan were in the vehicle that detonated outside Congress at 10:27 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. We are told that the exact cause has yet to be determined, but we will keep you updated as soon as that information becomes available. I am told we...that they are ready to proceed with the swearing in of, what will be, the 44th President of the United States, Jason Morgan, who I’m sure many of you are familiar with as Speaker of the House of Representatives. Supreme Court Chief Justice William Rehnquist, I am told, will be officiating...the bible, incidently the same one used by John F. Kennedy, is to be held by Mr. Morgan’s two sisters....”Brokaw’s voice was cut off as the sounds and images of history in the making took precedence. In nearly the same spot Sonny Corinthos had, only moments earlier, pledged his service to his country, stood Jason Morgan.
Elizabeth Webber had never felt her heart beating at such an unusual pace...skipping every few seconds. In her seat, the chair countless nobility had possessed before her time, she remained frozen in place - only her hand gently shook in her lap...enough to catch her attention. Her eyes crossed the ring adorning her middle finger. The light blue stone, in its marquise shape, glistened and on either side of this stone were two small, but distinctive diamonds.
Her eyes returned to the television though the image became rapidly blurred. From her place, in England, by the Queen’s side, she watched as he, Jason, took the Oath of the President of the United States. And something deep inside her heart and soul stirred.
“I do solemnly swear....”
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12:24 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
6900 Georgia Avenue
Walter Reed Army Hospital
Jason Morgan knew he was staring at the Chief Justice, watching each word form from his mouth...knowing he would have to repeat every syllable...and realizing that he should have never walked into Lorenzo’s office four years ago...But that, like everything else inside of him disappeared.
He never considered himself emotionless, but at this flicker of a moment in time...he felt it....felt the nothing his body wallowed in....he knew it....knew he not only welcomed it, but accepted it. Inside he was frozen...
“...that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States.”
But he could feel everything happening around him. He could feel Emily’s fear and pride radiating from her petite frame...the warmth of her hand as she gently pressed it over his, above the bible. He could feel Chloe’s reassurance and determination by her intent gaze. He could feel the lights from all the cameras...and the severity, the meaningful, the harsh mark claiming this day in history. And he could feel the beat of his own heart...its unusual pace...its skips every few seconds.
“... and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”
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“Robert.”The Queen called though fully aware he was but a few feet from her,”I require the S-76 be ready.”The advisor and Prime Minister looked at the Queen in shock. The petite brunette oblivious to the conversation.
“I beg your pardon, Ma’am?”He questioned, not quite sure he heard right.
“I want to be in Washington....tonight.”
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1:29 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
Walter Reed Army Hospital
Closing his eyes, Jason took a deep breath as he passed through the doorway. He heard the guard shut the door behind him - shutting out the sounds of hysterical crying. He took another deep breath and moved to the wall, bracing a hand on its surface. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall.
“Excuse me, Mr. President.”A woman’s voice called and Jason’s head rose,”I’m Brenda Barrett, Chief of Staff.”She greeted, her tone purely business, as she offered her hand and he shook it,”If you would please come with me, Sir, we have a few things to discuss.”She pivoted and continued to walk down the hall briskly. Jason matched her steps easily, and for the first time noticing the men standing by the elevators. The taller of the three men, his blonde hair spiked, took the first step.
“Mr. President, I’m Jasper Jacks, Secretary of State.”Jason shook the man’s hand,”Allow me to introduce Max Dupont, National Security Advisor and General Francis Corelli, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs.”After exchanging pleasantries, Jason watched the interaction between the four before Brenda cleared her throat.
“Mr. President, with all due respect, we need to give you a crash course in everything that is about to happen in the next 72 hours.”She looked up at him with steely resolve,”The funeral arrangements are underway as we speak and Social Secretary Fairchild, will explain everything to you when we arrive at the White House tonight. Until then, you will be receiving phone calls from foreign dignitaries over the next few hours...”Jacks’ cell phone went off and he excused himself,”in the Oval office. Now as we exit the building, there are reporters stationed in the main lobby....Press Secretary Davis has already told them you will be issuing no statement at this time. From the main lobby, there is a car waiting for you in the main entrance. The car will take you to the White House, where you will now take up residence....”She paused watching Jacks return to the group. Raising an eyebrow at his expression, he gave an awkward smile.
“Excuse me Sir,”Jason turned to look at the man,”it seems you will be receiving guests late tonight.”
“What guests?”He asked carefully noticing the looks passed between Brenda and Jacks.
“Prime Minister Tony Blair, Sir.”The man replied.
“And?”Brenda asked cautiously, knowing full well he was holding something back.
“And...”Jacks added shooting Brenda a dagger glare,”...the Queen.”Jason’s eyes narrowed.
“The Queen?”He asked in disbelief. The Secretary of State turned his attention to the President.
11:38 p.m.
November 20, 2003
Washington, D.C.
Dulles International Airport
Onboard the S-76
Having just heard the announcement from the captain regarding their arrival in Washington, Elizabeth smoothed the length of her black skirt before gracefully sitting down - immediately shrinking in the plush seat. Frowning, she settled as best she could before surveying the other occupants in the cabin. It was amazing...those who thought the Queen of England served only a ceremonial purpose to the country and did not retain any of the monarchy’s former glory would have been put in their place tonight. Within an hour, Her Majesty not only rallied her entourage together, but convinced the Prime Minister and his staff to accompany her as well - and those on the inside knew that was no easy task.
The plane began to descend and she gripped the edge of her seat, digging her fingernails into its soft cushions. Silently, she praised herself for remembering not to have a window seat...she hated looking out the window - it only served to remind her she was not in control. Taking a deep breath as she felt the plane hit the runaway with a resilient bump, she closed her eyes...and all the while twisting the ring on her finger...........
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1:35 p.m.
December 22, 1989
Greenwich, Connecticut
Morgan Manor
Skating Rink
Jason Morgan glided across the ice without a care in the world. With the hockey stick in his hands, he maneuvered the puck in various styles until he reached the net on the opposite end. From about six feet away, he would perform a little trick before shooting the puck into the goal, skating around the net and back to the other end only to find another puck and repeat the process.
He knew the figure sitting on the rock was shaking, the pristine white coat blending her into the winter scenery. After taking a quick glance in her direction, he smirked.
“You know...”He started, his back to her, as he rifled through the various pucks scattered on the ice,”...if you’re too afraid to try then...”
“I’m not afraid.”She fired back, lifting her chin a notch. He turned around trying to hide the amusement on his face, but failing terribly. Her arms were folded across her chest and she pressed her lips together, most likely debating her next move - should I...shouldn’t I? Dropping his stick, he skated to the edge of the ice, looking down at her stubborn freezing little frame.
“Come on.”He said motioning for her to get in the rink. Her eyes darted to the ice and she pushed away the long curls from her face.
“I’ll fall.”She told him quietly and he rolled his eyes.
“You’re not gonna fall.”He replied holding out his hand,”You have to learn how to skate some time.”She bit her lip as she rose from the rock and took a hesitant step towards him. He quickly latched onto her hand once it was in reach and she tensed.
“I...I can’t.”She pleaded pulling back, but he yanked her forward.
“Stop being such a baby.”He commented as he swung her into the rink. She immediately caught both his arms to steady herself despite the fact that she was upright. Realizing she could stand on her own, she pulled away from him and softly smiled. Holding her arms out for balance, she took a tentative step forward and effectively wobbled. Jason caught her and she gripped his jersey.
“I don’t want to do this anymore...I’m gonna fall.”She stated looking up at him and was surprised to find him looking straight at her.
“I’m not going to let you fall...”
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11:45 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
Dulles International Airport
The Red Carpet
Jason adjusted his coat...for the tenth time in the last five minutes. He had been briefed and mesmerized every movement, every word he had to say to the dignitaries. In fact, within the four years of being the Speaker of the House, he only met three heads of state and that was with a quick shake of the hand and nod of the head. This was going to be new, although everything in the past ten...no...thirteen hours had been new. He surveyed the people...no...his entourage...around him.
Jax was a kiss up, of that he was sure. Brenda was strictly professional and very detail oriented...he grimaced recalling the seventeen times she made him recite the thank you message. His eyes shifted to others, but the anthem began to play as the Queen of England descended the stairs from the plane.
Show Time....
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1:32 a.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
East Wing
“I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me so late rather than in the morning.”Lori Fairchild commented as she rose from her chair, gently placing a hand on her protruding stomach,”Unfortunately, I have an early appointment and with all that has happened...”Elizabeth gave the woman a sympathetic smile.
“It is quite alright. I completely understand.”She replied rising from her chair as well and meeting the woman to the doorway.
“Thank you and if you have any questions at all...”The Social Secretary trailed.
“If I do, I promise to ring you up.”Elizabeth watched the woman stifle a yawn,”But now, perhaps we should both be off to bed.”They shared small chuckles as they entered the large corridor.
“I agree. Goodnight, Lady Webber.”
“Goodnight Mrs. Fairchild.”The two women parted ways - Elizabeth heading deeper into the White House. She knew of where she was headed, but amongst the gazing of her surroundings, she couldn’t help, but become distracted. The hallway was dimly lit, but she could make out the portraits lining its walls...the former first ladies. She stopped at the sight of Jacqueline Kennedy. She knew everyone compared her to the late woman, but beyond a few physical similarities she just couldn’t see the comparison.
Sighing, continued her walk through the corridor and some how, found her way into the East room of the main floor.
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1:30 a.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The West Wing
Strategy Room
“Mr. President, we need a decision.”Jason rose his head to look at the group assembled. From his place, at the head of the table, he studied his “advisors”. Lowering the hand that was cradling his jaw, he felt his backbone tense.
“No.”He answered stiffly and General Corelli snapped his head at the man.
“Excuse me, Sir?”Jason met his steely glare.
“I said no.”He repeated emphasizing every word before turning his eyes to the other members gathered,”We will not attack Castro. There is insufficient evidence...”
“Mr. President...”Max Dupont interjected, catching the man’s attention,”..with all due respect, what more evidence do you need? We have proof the bombs were made in Cuba...”
“No, you know the bomb found in the Vice President’s car was made in Cuba. Who bought it? Who brought it into the country? And who the hell planted it?”The National Security Advisor leaned back in his chair in defeat,”Insufficient evidence.”The entire room mimicked his movement as he stood from the table,”Contact me when you have answers.”
He ignored their responses as he exited the room, opting to take the silent walk down the corridor of the wing. He paused outside the door to the Oval Office. He remembered the countless hours he had spent earlier and shook his head. The door might have been open, but he wasn’t entering...not yet anyway.
He turned, hearing the footsteps of his second shadow...the one that actually made noise - His personal aid - or rather Bartlett’s personal aid now passed down to him.
“Sir, you have an appointment with the Chief of Staff and the Secretary of Defense first thing tomorrow morning...”
“Dillon..”Jason started, running a hand over his face, pausing outside the door to the colonnade,”it is the morning.”The young man tilted his head to the side and smiled.
“Yes, Mr. President.”Jason nodded to the guards as they held the doors open for them, the cool November air wrapping around them.
“I’m sure you’re going to brief me again later, so why don’t we save some time and call it a night.”He advised as they entered the main part of the house.
“Sir?”Dillon asked questionably, not quite sure he heard him right as they proceeded to the stairs.
“It’s been a long day. You should get some rest.”Jason replied as they approached the landing, looking over his shoulder to the aid,”You do sleep, don’t you?”
“Actually, Mr. President, it’s been years.”He commented following his boss as they rounded the corner into the dark hallway - distinguishably the main floor of the mansion.
“Don’t make me issue an Executive Order....”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.”Dillon admitted giving a small chuckle before something donned on him,”But just to remind you, Mr. President, the First Lady....”
Jason stopped dead in his tracks and felt Dillon halt as well. His eyes traveled the length of the hall, falling on the small figure paused in the dimly lit corridor. He could make out her long straight hair, the glow of her porcelain skin, the deer in headlights look in her eyes.
And he knew. He knew without the slightest hesitation who the creature was staring back at him. He knew that a strange and eerie calm possessed his body.....and he knew that for one moment, the nothing he wallowed in was gone....and replaced with something so unbelievable he had no name for it........
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8:55 p.m.
April 30, 1993
Greenwich, Connecticut
Morgan Manor
The Gardens
“You want me to what?”Elizabeth asked, arms folded across her chest, her long curls falling beyond her shoulders. Jason sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair.
“I need you to practice with me.”He watched her expression, her eyes narrowing,”Look, I have to learn how to dance this stupid waltz for Chloe’s party...”
“It’s not stupid!”She fired back, her arms falling to her hips,”The waltz is an art...”He snorted.
“Hockey is an art.”
“And your expertise would lie where?”Jason sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Man, I need a vacation.”He opened his eyes and looked down at her,”Are you going to help me or not?”She eyed him carefully.
“You know the box steps already?”She questioned and a smile formed on his face,”Oh, come over here.”She huffed, motioning him to stand by her.
After a few minutes of direction, Elizabeth and Jason were moving across the cobblestone path though completely lacking finesse. As he looked passed her shoulder, he struggled to not concentrate on the feeling of his hand across her back...or his hand holding hers...or being this close to her.
He made the mistake of looking down at her face when she stopped suddenly. An even bigger mistake when he looked into her eyes...and felt the small flutter in his chest.
“I...I think you’ve got it.”Elizabeth whispered as she bit her lip, giving a nervous smile,”You’re a natural.”
Chapter 5
3:55 p.m.
November 23, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
West Wing
Jason stifled a yawn as he walked the length of the corridor. The once overbearing sound of telephones ringing and people chatting was now a light hum to his ears. He no longer worried about crashing into anyone in the halls; the crowds seemed to part on his behalf. His new personal secret service agent, Greg, was a silent shadow; whereas Dillon, was fast becoming a trusted member of his inner circle.
He sighed as they rounded the corner. The funeral ended hours ago; a fairly ornate ceremony full of much pomp and circumstance. He made a point to stay out of the spotlight and to his surprise, the press corps honored his request. Bartlett and Callahan’s families were justly the focal point, which left Jason to survey the assembled heads of state - whose ranks he had joined.
But it was more than that. It left him to search the crowd for the face that haunted him at night. It had been years since he and Elizabeth had been in each other’s presence; of course he had seen pictures of her - between his sisters there were half a dozen in the mansion....
He raked a hand through his hair. Now they would be here, upstairs in the family residence. That was where he came from. Chloe and Emily were unpacking boxes left and right, making a complete mess of things - something he made a point of telling them. They, in turn, dutifully kicked him out of the residence and told not to return until later. Here he was, considered the most powerful man in the world, the leader of the free world and he did not even have a say in which bedroom was his.
“Mr. President,”Dillon greeted standing outside the closed doors to the Oval Office,”We’re ready to begin.”He added, his voice low as he ushered Jason inside. Without missing a beat, Jason greeted the three men standing before him.
“Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.”He said as he shook their hands and then motioning for them to sit down.
“It’s not everyday you summon us.”Luke answered with a smirk,”And for some reason I feel this meeting is more than creating a backroom poker game.”
“I met with members from the strategy room again this morning.”Jason paused,”The bomb found in Callahan’s limo was made in Cuba. One of our guys figured out it was sold to someone in Russia. From there, we don’t know.”He took a deep breath,”A couple days ago, before they knew about the transaction in Russia, they advised me to attack Cuba. Now, they’ve added Russia to the list.”
“Was it someone inside the Russian government or military that bought it?”Alcazar questioned leaning against the arm of the chair. Jason shook his head.
“We don’t know, but we have agents working on it.”The room fell silent. Only Dillon’s movement in his suit could be heard.
“You don’t think this is international, do you?”Sonny asked from his place across Jason, eyeing his friend intently.
“Not entirely, no.”
“You think Castro and Putin had anything to do with this?”Lorenzo questioned rubbing his temple.
“No.”Jason answered,”The only way a bomb could have been placed under the car is after the sweep.”
“But that is conducted every morning and night.”
“Right.”
“So, its someone on the inside.”Alcazar looked around the room,”It’s no secret those two weren’t very well liked. It could be any number of conspirators...it could be anyone.”
“You haven’t told those goof balls in the strategy room what you think have you?”Luke commented,”which means you have some mastermind plan that involves the three of us.”
“Not just you.”Jason swivelled in his chair and eyed Dillon. The young man’s eyed widened slightly.
“Sir, I can’t be part of anything illegal.”
“A little late for that kid.”Luke answered dryly,”You work for the government.”
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3:58 p.m.
The White House
The Family Residence
Emily hastily followed her sister to the main stairway, buttoning her black jacket. Before taking the first step on the red carpet, she turned to see the staff cleaning the Center Hall.
“I can’t believe we forgot about hosting a tea for the Queens!”She exclaimed in hushed tones hastily descending the stairs.
“Well we did.”Chloe replied smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress,”Now smile.”
Emily joined Chloe on the front steps of the White House as three black cars drove into the portico.
“Does Jase know how much we love him?”The younger whispered under her smile.
“I put it on a post it note on the fridge.”
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4:24 p.m.
The West Wing
The Oval Office
The knock on the door made the room fall silent. Jason cleared his throat before beckoning the person in. A middle-aged woman entered the room, her glasses lowered to the clip board in her hands.
“Excuse me, Mr. President, but the Vice President has a meeting with the GDC...”
“That’s my cue.”Sonny replied standing up and moving towards Jason,”I’ll take care of it.”He added under hushed tones as he shook his friend’s hand. Jason only nodded.
“And, Sir, Miss Davis is waiting to meet with you. She’ll be over in ten minutes.”
“Thank you.”Jason replied as the woman left the room, closing the door behind her. It opened milliseconds later. Two small figures barged through and launched themselves at Jason.
“Uncle Jason!!”They exclaimed, large smiles donning their faces. Jason bent down, scooping them into his arms.
“Hayley, Austen. I thought your mother was going to get you.”
“She was, but she’s having tea with Queens.”The young girl replied softly.
“We can’t go upstairs. Uncle Jason, do I get to have my own room?”Austen asked eyeing his twin sister carefully.
“I don’t know.”He replied setting them down.
“I have calls to make.”Lorenzo commented as he shook hands with Jason before leaving.
“Hi Mr. Spencer!”Hayley greeted noticing the man for the first time.
“Well hello darlin.”Luke replied before returning his attention to Jason,”I’ll leave you with these two. Have a good night.”He exchanged nods with Jason before winking at the two children and closing the door behind him.
“Guess what!”Austen exclaimed jumping up and down,”I met Wayne Gretsky!”
“Really?”Jason asked sitting on the couch as the two jumped to his sides.
“Uh huh.”The five year old nodded,”And he signed my glove and we talked abo...”
“Hey! I was there too!”Hayley shouted indignantly.
“But you didn’t talk to him.”Austen pointed out.
“No. I talked to Mario Lemieux.”She fired back looking up at her uncle,”And he said I have a good slap shot and that you taught me well.”She added, concentrating on the man’s words.
“Well Wayne Gretsky said my slap shot was better.”
“Okay...”Jason interrupted knowing full well how hostile the twins can get,”both of you have a killer slap shot, but...”He said, preventing either from interjecting,”we have to remember that my teaching you hockey, is our secret.”
“Because Mommy will flip?”Austen asked with a smirk.
“Yea...something like that.”
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5:02 p.m.
The White House
The Main Staircase
“I want to thank you for a lovely time. It is quite unfortunate our first gathering is brought on from tragic events.”The Queen of England told Chloe as they descended the last of the steps.
“I agree. Hopefully future outings will be on more happier occasions.”The blonde replied casting a glance behind her at the two brunettes sharing a laugh with the Queens of Greece and Spain. The older woman followed her gaze.
“I see Lady Elizabeth is working her charm.”The woman commented with an amused smile,”I missed your Social Secretary, Mrs. Fairchild, today.”
“Oh, she has taken a leave of absence. The due date for her first child is in a few weeks. I couldn’t see her working all that time.”
“I quite agree.”The Queen replied slowly as she watched the women walk towards them,”Tell me, do you have a replacement?”
“Actually no. We have been just too overwhelmed to begin looking for a replacement.”
“I see.”The woman said, nodding her head slowly,”Lady Elizabeth.”She called and the young woman’s head snapped up.
“Yes, Ma’am.”Elizabeth stated rushing to her boss’ side.
“You’re fired.”
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11:55 p.m.
The White House
The Family Residence
Jason reached the landing clutching his tie in his hand. Somewhere along the way he had unhooked the top button to his dress shirt. Tilting his head to the side, he noticed how spotless the Center Hall was - a far cry from the chaos hours ago. Shaking his head tiredly, he began walking down the hall, looking for a sister that could point him to his room. He never saw the woman rounding the corner, but his reflexes were quick as they collided and he caught her before she fell.
“Whoa, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”He stopped mid sentence to see Elizabeth looking up at him, her blue eyes swirling with emotion.
“No, no, it is entirely my fault. I should have been more careful.”She stated quickly, taking a few steps away from him. Her eyes narrowed when he attempted to hide his laugh. She raised a perfectly tweezed eyebrow and he took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, it’s just your accent.”
“Oh, well I suppose one would acquire an accent after spending...”
“Elizabeth,”She met his eyes hesitantly,”Breathe.”A smile crossed her lips.
“I see some things never change.”She commented running a hand through her hair, which made her completely miss the way his eyes roamed her frame.
“Some things do.”He replied, his voice deeper than he intended. Elizabeth’s eyes widened, taking his tone as a form of reprimand; she mentally cursed herself for her behavior.
“I am terribly sorry, Sir. I meant no disrespect for not acknowledging your position, Mr. President.”She explained hurriedly as she skirted around him,”I must be going, Sir. Excuse me.”He watched in confusion as she left as quickly as she came.
“Real slick Jase.”Emily remarked dryly. Jason turned to see his younger sister staring at him with a dagger glare.
Edited by: EMVCBellaMafia at: 12/6/03 21:56
5:13 a.m.
November 24, 2003
Washington, D.C.
1127 Connecticut Avenue
Renaissance Mayflower Hotel
Third Floor
Passing through the doorway and into the corridor, Elizabeth concluded one thing...Her life sucked. Two guards from the embassy were waiting by her baggage. Straightening with a steel resolve deriving from her youth, she forced a small smile.
“Are you ready, Milady?”One inquired and she gave a curt nod. Half turned, she closed the door behind her before following the men. A sharp set of high heels echoed through the dim hallway and the three froze. The two soldiers backed against the wall when they recognized the woman, which left Elizabeth to stare eye to eye with her namesake.
“Your Majesty.”She commented stiffly as she gave a short curtsy. The corners of the Queen’s mouth twitched upwards and to the young woman’s surprise, she turned around.
“Do bring Lady Webber’s things downstairs. Mr. Sheridan, no doubt is waiting.”Not needing to hear the command twice, the men went on their way before the Queen returned her attention to the young woman,”From Buckingham Palace to the White House. My, my Lady Elizabeth what will Hello magazine think?”Her sarcastic attitude did nothing under the steely gaze of the other woman,”I know you must be quite maddened with me; however, I do believe this new environment will bring much joy to your life.”The young Elizabeth could not hide the doubt and confusion from her face.
“I am sorry Ma’am, but I can not fathom how. Not three weeks ago you commended my service to you and the crown and now you release me without just cause or further explanation. I have made it my life to....”
“Yes your life.”The Queen interrupted, annunciating every syllable,”Do not mistake this release as a form of disregard to you nor your dedication.”Her old blue eyes softened as she took a step closer to the young woman,”I have watched you toil beyond the call of duty and although I dearly appreciate it, I refuse to watch your youth, your life slip past you.”
“Ma’am?”
“Elizabeth, this is an opportune moment. I know Miss Morgan is your dearest friend and she needs you. And I know you refuse to acknowledge it, but you are also a citizen of this country. It is time you show the same dedication and service to the United States....”She paused, linking an arm around the younger’s shoulders and maneuvering them toward the hall,”but do try to have a little fun.”Sighing, the young Elizabeth gave a small smile.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“If this does not work, you can always return.”Signaling that she understood, Elizabeth nodded,”Good. Now, good luck, ducky...”The Queen stated as she pushed her down to the stairs and watched her descended,”God help the Yanks.”
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5:18 a.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
Dillon marched down the Center Hall with determination. He held the clipboard firmly in his hands, glancing occasionally at it for quick reminders. Nodding at the agent stationed outside the double doors, he knocked. Once....twice...he sighed on the third. Closing his eyes, he carefully entered the room; it was pitch black. Leaving the door slightly ajar, he tip toed his way through the room, nearly tripping on a stuffed animal. Silently cursing, he maneuvered his way to the bed, where the large form of the president was dead to the world.
“Sir?”Dillon whispered,”Sir?”He asked again, this time a little louder,”Excuse me, Mr. President.”He stated in regular tone, but the form did not even stir,”Si...”
“Shhh!”A small voice hushed and Dillon whirled around,”Uncle Jason is sleeping.”He whispered. The aid’s head tilted to the side.
“Austen, right?”He asked and the young boy nodded,”Hey, I’m Dillon. I work for your uncle.”He greeted shaking hands with the child quickly,”Now I need to wake him up; he has a very important meeting to go to.”
“Cus he’s the man, right?”Before Dillon could respond, Austen gently pushed him to the door,”You go wait outside and I’ll wake him up.”He ordered.
“Oh no, no you see I....”
“Bye.”Austen said as he closed the door in front of Dillon. Giving his trademark mischievous grin, he rushed over to the bed. Climbing on top, he moved around Jason until he was face to face with his uncle.
“Uncle Jason...”He whispered in a sing song voice,”Guess what Aunt Emily told me.”
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5:19 a.m.
The White House
The Portico
Elizabeth remained seated in the car, her gaze falling on the enormous white building in front of her. Staring at a random second story window, she could have sworn she saw a curtain move. Shrugging, her attention flickered to the man bounding down the steps. Ceremoniously the door opened and he was there to take her hand.
“Lady Webber.”He greeted warmly as she stepped out of the car,”I’m Johnny O’Brien, the Head Butler. Welcome to the White House.”Giving him a warm smile, she watched as he dictated orders to staff members on her belongings. Her eyes narrowed, her head tilting slightly as she sensed the distinct feeling that she was being watched. Gently looking over her shoulder, she watched in bewilderment as the curtain moved yet again from the same window.
“I beg your pardon?”She asked suddenly, her face reddening at the realization the man had said something to her.
“If you’re ready, Ma’am, I will show you to your room.”Nodding she began following the man up the stairs, but not before glancing at the mysterious window once more,”Miss Morgan clearly stated you were to have one of the guest bedrooms.”He stated, motioning for her to enter the elevator,”I can’t tell you enough how fortunate and honored we are to have you here Ma’am.”
“Mr. O’Brien...”
“Johnny, Ma’am, please. We’re all on a first name basis around here.”
“Very well, Johnny.”Elizabeth replied giving a gentle smile. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out.
“Lady Webber.”A young woman with brownish hair greeted,”It is an honor to meet you. I’m Georgia Jones, Deputy Social Director, but you can call me Georgie.”
“Yes, how do you do.”Elizabeth replied shaking hands with the woman.
“I...um....Let me show you to your room, Milady.”Georgie stammered. Halting in her steps, Elizabeth looked at Johnny and Georgie.
“You mentioned the staff calls each other by their first name, did you not?”She inquired and the man nodded his head,”Well then I see no reason why the same shouldn’t apply to me. So please, enough with the title. Call me Elizabeth.”Not waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and made her way down the hall.
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11:29 p.m.
The White House
The Family Residence
Lady Elizabeth’s Guest Room
Elizabeth balanced the cordless phone between her ear and her shoulder as she removed pieces of her wardrobe from the suit cases. Meticulously, she folded each part before gently placing the article of clothing in its designated drawer.
“No, I am absolutely serious. I do need you here.”She huffed, whirling around to make the trip back to the bed,”Does he kno...? Of course he does. What sort of a questi...That is none of your damn business!”She exclaimed grabbing the phone with her hand,”You’re a fine one to talk. I...I most certainly will not. Will you or will you not take the position?”She questioned tapping her foot impatiently,”One day you must explain to me the logic behind your reasoning.”She stated pointedly before flopping down onto the bed,”But if you must know...”..................
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1:37 p.m.
The White House
The West Wing
The Oval Office
“Yea that’s fine.”Jason replied standing behind his desk, oblivious to the women standing at the door,”I know Roscoe will vote on it. All she does is petition for these things.”He looked up at the sound of a knock on the door; immediately recognizing the women, he didn’t move his gaze,”Yea...hey look I have to go. Don’t worry about Faith. Alright, bye Ted.”He hung up the phone and watched as the two women stepped further into the room.
“Hey, got a second?”Emily asked, a huge grin spread across her face.
“Yea, sure. What is it?”He asked, his eyes flickering over the woman standing behind her.
“Well...”His sister started, pushing the other woman ahead of her,”Jase, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is your new Social Secretary, Elizabeth Webber."
“Mr. President.”Elizabeth nodded, her tone completely professional.
“I...I thought you were working for...”
“Oh she was, but lucky for us she was available. Anyway, since she’s new to the town and everything, I’ve arranged for her to stay with us.”
“I heard.”He commented dryly recalling how his nephew had used this piece of information as a wake up call.
“If it is a problem, Sir, other arrangements can be made...”Elizabeth interjected under the impression he wasn’t too pleased with the news.
“Oh please, Liz, don’t call him that. It’s just Jason, my god. No need to be formal around here. Anyway, I was thinking tonight maybe we can all...”
“Excuse me, Mr. President.”The secretary called,”I’m sorry to interrupt, but Governor Schwarzenegger is on phone.”
“Thanks Tracie.”He replied before casting a glance at the women in the room.
“I know, I know, duty calls. See you later, Jase.”Emily said steering Elizabeth out of the room.
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11:47 p.m.
The White House
The Family Residence
The Kitchen
Elizabeth knew there were few things a woman truly needed to make her happy. Number one on her list was the half gallon of triple chocolate fudge ice cream sitting in front of her. She closed her eyes as the sweet taste of heavenly chocolate tickled her tongue.
It was easier to think when she was sitting in the dark accompanied by her favorite comfort food. As she sat on the stood at the island, she recalled the past four days. Her life had been turned upside down. She had a job; a job she loved; a job she respected and fulfilled to the best of her ability. Today she had a crash course in her new job; the one Chloe and Emily so eagerly asked her to take. And who was she to say no? Recently fired and practically left stranded in another country, she was certainly in no position to be choosy. Then again, becoming The White House Social Secretary wasn’t exactly a step down in her arena.
So here she was, sitting alone, in a virtually dark room - save the small light above her - eating ice cream like there was no tomorrow. Her thoughts spread across the events of the day; all the new faces and positions she had to mesmerize; an entirely new world really. Everything had taken its toll on her and she was exhausted. And as if there wasn’t enough to dwell on....there was Jason.
Everything in her mind halted at the sound of footsteps behind her. Slowly pulling the spoon out of her mouth and swallowing, her eyes followed the shadow that seemed to grow as the person moved forward.
“Hi.”His voice held no reprimanding, superior tone she had become accustomed to and if she hadn’t been mistaken, there was a hint of hesitation. Her head slightly swivelled right as he slowly walked by her, his eyes never leaving her form.
“Hello.”She finally answered back, her voice raspier than she expected. She watched in slight awe as he reached up in the cupboard for a glass.
“How have you been?”She hadn’t been mistaken, his voice was full of hesitation and for an odd reason it relaxed her.
“Recently or in the scheme of things?”She inquired digging her spoon into the crate abstractly.
“Both.”
“Generally well and...”She paused raising her eyes to meet his and finding the same soft blue she always knew she could trust,”...I have absolutely no bloody idea what has become of my life.”He nodded in understanding, taking a seat across from her,”How have you been?”
“Same as you.”Her brows furrowed.
“Which part?”
“Both.”He replied resting his chin in his hand,”I’m surprised it doesn’t have brownies in it.”He commented motioning to the ice cream.
“Do...do you remember the time your grandfather was so upset with you, he ordered you a day without food?”A glint of recognition shone in Jason’s eyes and he smiled fondly.
“Yea. You snuck up to my room and fed me brownies.”He recalled, his expression suddenly falling,”That was also the night you told me you were leaving.”
“It wasn’t exactly my choice.”She added looking down at her carton as she stabbed it with her spoon,”So...”She started, changing the subject,”what’s your excuse for the late night kitchen raid?”
“I have to fly out to California. Airline strike.”
“Oh.”She replied,”In the middle of the night?”
“Yea.”He nodded slowly, getting to his feet,”I should get going, the helicopter will be here to bring me to the plane.”She watched his movements as he pulled on his woolen coat.
“Hmm. Well, good luck.”She said gently smiling up at him.
“Yea, thanks. I’m going to need it.”He stopped in his tracks, turning slightly to look at her,”I...um....I have this thing I have to go to. It’s a game here. Capitals hosting the Canadiens. I’m supposed to make an appearance with the Prime Minister of Canada and well I was just wondering if you wanted to go...with me...to the game.”He waited a moment, looking down at her face.
“I’d love to.”She answered giving a nervous smile. Letting out the breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding, he matched her smile.
“Good, well..I’ll see you when I get back then. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”She replied watching as he slipped through the doorway and into the dark.
6:55 p.m.
November 28, 2003
Washington, D.C.
MCI Center a.k.a. the Phonebooth
Elizabeth twisted her hands together in anticipation. This was the seventh checkpoint; the first starting back at the entrance to the parking lot and those had been attentive soldiers. The secret service men ten feet away seemed to have forgotten all about her. Surveying the relatively empty hallway, the butterflies in her stomach multiplied.
“Lady Webber? Ma’am?”One agent called and she turned,”You’re all set Ma’am. Just go right through that door and they’ll show you where to sit.”As he gave her the instructions, he handed her pass back.
“Thank you.”Elizabeth replied giving her trademark smile. Without missing a beat, she entered the doorway and paused momentarily. Box seats. And it was crowded. A familiar voice called her name and Elizabeth’s gaze fell to the bottom of the steps. Descending as best she could with all the milling about from faces she vaguely recognized, she finally reached the red head.
“Elizabeth.”The woman greeted,”Did the Secret Service hold you up again?”
“Something to that effect.”She replied as they exchanged knowing smiles,”So Skye, where am I..?
“Oh here. The eighth seat in and don’t worry, there won’t be anyone on your right.”Elizabeth’s head turned sharply at the woman’s words; her brow furrowed in confusion.
“But I saw the arrangement this morning and I was clearly surrounded.”She watched as Skye’s lips thinned in a desperate attempt to hide a smile.
“Well, someone came in and changed it.”
“Who? You? Georgie? Johnny?”Skye shook her head at all the guesses.
“Some...one.....changed...it.”She hinted, emphasizing every word. Elizabeth’s eye grew wide.
“He didn’t.”Skye couldn’t help, but smile.
“He did and he will be here any minute with the Prime Minister of Canada so you better have a seat.”Nodding mutely, Elizabeth moved to her chair in a mix of daze and awe.
“He changed the seating arrangement.”She whispered to herself. Further thoughts came to an abrupt halt as the commotion behind her became apparent. Joining the other occupants of the box, Elizabeth stood and watched Jason approach her. A smile came to her face as she realized how relaxed he was; he greeted the crowd effortlessly and all the while played the perfect host to the Prime Minister.
As he neared their row, Elizabeth felt her pulse racing. The second he saw her, the glint in his blue eyes grew. Flickering his movements between greeting people in the next row and approaching her, his own heart was racing for the gorgeous woman in the navy blue skirt suit.
“Hi.”He breathed finally reaching her. Elizabeth forced herself out of the daze, damning him and his sexy smile.
“Hello Mr. President. Prime Minister Chretien and Madame Chretien. So good to see you again.”Jason blinked at her words and cursed himself for forgetting the couple standing behind him.
“Ah Lady Webber. It is always a pleasure.”Jean Chretien greeted as he kissed her hand.
“Elisabet.”Aline Chretien enveloped the young woman into her arms,”It has been too long. You must come visit us in Ottawa again.”
“Of course.”Elizabeth replied looking fondly at the woman before glancing at Jason. Ignoring the thousands of cheering people around them, they exchanged smiles.
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9:54 p.m.
May 8, 1993
The Coliseum
New York
Game Four of the Patrick Division Final
The New York Islanders vs. The Pittsburgh Penguins
Jason took a sideways glance at the girl next to him. Her eyes did not stray from the ice; her hands tucked inside the length of her sleeves and pressed over her mouth. Sighing, he set the bottle of Coke below his seat.
“Stop nibbling your bottom lip.”He murmured and was rewarded with a sharp look from her blue eyes.
“Well I’m sorry if I’m a little nervous. We all can’t be as relaxed and at ease as you.”
“They called a time out, there’s no action. Besides.”He turned away from her concerned face,”I have a few things on my mind.”
“Oh Jason, I’m so sorry. Here I am obsessed with the game and you....”He couldn’t look at her, the inner turmoil raging through his body.
“Look, my father is busy, too busy for my mom, too busy for my sisters...too busy for me.”
“Hey,”Elizabeth interjected and he felt her small hand seize his,”You always tell me that my mother loves me in her own way, but she loves me just the same. It’s the same with your father. I know for a fact that he is very proud of you.”As Jason listened, he watched their intertwined hands. A flicker of a smile crossed his face and he looked at her.
“When did you get so smart?”She smirked at his words. Her eyes were averted to the ice as the final seconds of the game ticked on. The anticipation building in the crowd as their eyes fixed on the scoreboard; the large lights of 6-5 shining brightly alongside the dwindling seconds. Elizabeth squeezed Jason’s hand as she began joining the chants of the crowd.
“Four....three....two....one!!!”The buzzer echoed through the Coliseum before the thundering excitement from thousands of people drowned out the sound of victory. Elizabeth squealed in delight and jumped into Jason’s ecstatic arms........
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10:22 p.m.
November 28, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The Presidential Limousine
Jason removed his eyes from the window and glanced down at their intertwined fingers. He didn’t remember who had initiated it nor when it started. The smile on his face grew as he relished the comfort she provided from the mere touch. His eyes traveled from her hand, to her gold bracelet peeking behind her navy blue wool peacoat. The top buttons of the jacket remained unhooked and he took the time to observe the simple gold chain glowing off her skin. His eyes focused to the bottom of the chain and to the small gold circle that disappeared under her blouse. Looking up, he found her face encased by the passing streetlights as she stared out at the scenery.
As the convoy entered the driveway to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Elizabeth looked over at Jason and was surprised to find him focused on her. Blushing, she struggled to ignore the soothing touch as his thumb gently swept over her knuckle. Before either had a chance to say anything, the vehicle stopped and their respective doors opened. Exiting from the car, both silently missed the closeness they were sharing.
With a hand on the small of her back, Jason followed Elizabeth into the White House. Johnny was there to greet them and anxiously waited for their coats. After he departed, the two were left to the immense space alone, excluding the secret service agent some thirty feet away. Rubbing the back of his neck, Jason struggled to find something to say. Moments earlier, they didn’t need words at all. Elizabeth’s light laughter reverberated off the marble hall.
“It’s quite something isn’t it?”She asked looking around the room,”The White House.”Her eyes connected with Jason’s and she watched the slow sexy grin cross his face.
“Would you like the two cent tour?”
“What a good idea.”
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4:27 p.m.
December 15, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The West Wing
Office of the Social Secretary
“..and the Chief of Staff will be meeting with you in...at 4:30.”Georgie commented staring at her clipboard. Elizabeth was half listening to her, a bit preoccupied with signing invoices and attempting to pull on her suit jacket.
“Uh huh. There you are.”She replied handing the paper to an intern,”Where does Brenda want me to meet her? At her office?”Elizabeth asked buttoning the first button.
“Um...yes and the florist guy...”
“Jones?”
“Yes...he will be arriving at five so we’ll rush you over to the East Wing as soon as the....Ma’am where are you going?”
“Walk with me.”Elizabeth mumbled as she finished buttoning her jacket.
“Oh ok, well...where was I? Oh yes, there’s your brother.”
“Zander. When will he be arriving?”Elizabeth questioned as she sorted through the paperwork in her hands as they maneuvered through the bustling halls.
“Tonight and he called while you were in the meeting with Mr. Francona. He wanted to let you know that he was staying at the Renaissance...”
“Lady Webber....uh...Elizabeth.”Dillon corrected as he approached the two women,”Hi, the..um..”He paused and tilted his head to the doors of the Oval Office. Elizabeth’s eyes widened.
“What? Now?”
“He just got back from the trip in South America and he really would like...”
“Alright, alright.”Elizabeth closed her eyes for a brief second contemplating her schedule,”Come and get me thirty seconds before my meeting with...”
“Yes, Ma’am.”Georgie commented, smiling as Dillon practically dragged her boss toward the Oval Office. Within seconds, Elizabeth heard the double white doors close behind her. Jason whirled around, a large smile donning his face.
“Hi.”He greeted crossing the room and pulling her into his arms,”I hope I didn’t take you out of a meeting, I just got back and I had a few minutes....”
“Jason...”Elizabeth interrupted smiling,”I’m happy you wanted to see me.”He tilted his head to the side, looking down at her small figure.
“You’re losing your accent.”Playfully rolling her eyes, she placed her hands on her hips,”Now I know I’ve been in and out of town since the night of the hockey game, but I want to make it up to you so what are you doing tonight?”A million thoughts pounded through her mind as the knock on the door grew louder.
“Tonight?”She repeated and he nodded.
“Come in.”He ordered and Georgie’s petrified form entered the room.
“Excuse me, Mr. President, Eliz...Lady Webb...Ma’am. The meeting...The Chief of Staff...”
“Yes, yes of course.”Elizabeth replied moving towards the assistant, but in the rush of things opted a change of direction and into Jason’s arms,”I’m so happy you’re back.”She whispered before turning to leave.
“Elizabeth.”He called trying hard not to laugh,”An answer?”Her eyes widened again.
“Excuse me, Sir, but Senator Kennedy...”
“I know Dillon.”Jason turned to face Elizabeth as she was being escorted out of the room. Looking at him over her shoulder, she mouthed a yes.
Chapter 8
6:34 p.m.
December 15, 2003
Washington, D.C.
1127 Connecticut Avenue
Renaissance Mayflower Hotel
Fourth Floor
Room 434
Alexander “Zander” Webber was not known for being overtly perceptive outside the kitchen. Sure, he could tell exactly what was missing from the creme brulee or an eclair; he paid very close attention to detail. That did not apply to every day life; the clothes in his suit case, for example, were not even folded; and rather than wearing a professional suit, he donned jeans and a tee shirt. Much to the chagrin of his younger sister.
But even he could tell there was something clearly off with the spitfire brunette tonight. He eyed her from his place on the bed, watching as she cursed her way through neatly organizing his clothes.
“What’s the matter Elle? Got a big date tonight?”He teased. His sister promptly dropped the suit she was struggling to put on a hanger. Muttering to herself, Elizabeth collected the wrinkled pieces off the floor. Tilting his head to the side curiously, Zander leaned over the bed to get a better look at her.
“Dude, you like never date.”He commented dryly as she lifted herself off the floor,”You didn’t meet him on the internet, did you?”
“What?”Elizabeth exclaimed, shooting him a look,”Are you out of your mind?”
“Okay, well do I know him?”Her back conveniently facing him, Elizabeth bit her lip,”I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“I didn’t say anything.”She replied stiffly.
“Dude, I went to the CIA. When are you going to get that I’m just too good?”
“First of all, you graduated from the Culinary Institute of America. And secondly, we are out of the kitchen hence your skill and talents are nonexistent.”Zander sat up straight at her lecture.
“I totally know him, don’t I?”Looking at the pattern of the bedspread he began thinking,”But I don’t know anyone in D.C....or do I?”Elizabeth eyed him carefully as he pondered,”Well the only guy I know here is Jason, but he’s th....Jase, Dude you’re like the President’s girlfriend aren’t you?!!”He exclaimed and she didn’t refute it,”That’s why you’re all like jumpy and stuff. This must be like nails on chalkboard to you with the paparazzi.”
“We’re not really....Well I mean we.....But it is not a....thing.”She attempted to explain, but stopped.
“How many times have you gone out?”
“Once sort of...twice tonight.”
“That’s it?”Zander questioned skeptically.
“Well, he had to go to South America to meet with foreign leaders and then to several states out west to handle the economic crisis, you know, with the airline strikes and all.”
“Oh...yea...that’s completely normal.”He mused and Elizabeth swatted him in the arm,”Okay, then how many times did you talk on the phone while he was gone?”
“Just about every other day.”
“Are we talking lengthy discussions...?”
“Aren’t you a bit nosy?”
“I’m just trying to help you establish the fact that you are in a relationship with him. Help me help you.”He answered dramatically,”So how many minutes?”
“It depended on how much time he had...”
“Just give me a number..”
“Sixty or so.”Zander fought back a smile,”What?”She inquired, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Dude you are so like dating him.”
“You use the word dude too much....and like. Didn’t I already give you a thesaurus?”
“My sister is dating Jason Morgan.”He taunted knowing full well he was in for it.
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6:45 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The Family Residence
Jason stood in front of the mirror scrutinizing the image before him. He wanted to be relaxed...he needed to be relaxed. Tonight, he was leaving the suit and tie behind. Or would he? What if she thought it was something formal and he, in his utter stupidity, neglected to tell her it was informal. He sighed raking a hand through his hair.
This was why he left the decisions up to the five year old laying on her stomach on his bed; her elbows bent, her fists holding her head up, her long blonde curls surrounding her face, her pink lips pressed firmly together.
“What do you think Hayley?”He asked holding out his arms. Her eyes narrowed, her hand silently went into the air and signaled for him to turn around. Sighing, Jason did as requested. When he completed the turn, he looked at her expectantly.
“Keep the jeans, I like the jacket, but not the shirt.”His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at his green shirt.
“What’s wrong with the shirt?”
“Don’t like it.”She simply stated.
“What is wrong with the shirt?”He repeated slowly and she heaved a big sigh.
“Just forget the shirt.”
“So go with no shirt?”Hayley rolled her eyes and moved to get off the enormous bed.
“No.”She groaned,”Bad color.”She answered brushing past him and into his closet,”This one.”She added reentering the room. Throwing the shirt at him she moved back to the bed. Smirking, Jason went about changing shirts.
“What do you think?”He asked turning around to find her in the same position as before. Hayley carefully eyed him. Black boots. Blue jeans. Black shirt. Black leather jacket.
“You’ll do.”She answered, a flicker of a smile crossing her face.
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”He teased bending down in front of bed so that he was at eye level with his niece.
“Uncle Jason?”She asked hesitantly, sitting up straight, the smile gone from her face,”Will I always be your little angel?”
“Of course, Hales.”He smiled at the adorable blonde,”Why would you think otherwise?”
“Cuz when you and Elizabeth get married and have kids, you’ll be a daddy and I won’t be special anymore.”She replied, her blue eyes welling with unshed tears. He let out a breath.
“Hayley...look at me.”His voice was soft,”It doesn’t matter what happens in the future. I will always love you, okay? And you will always be my little angel...”He trailed as she climbed over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I love you Uncle Jason.”She whispered still clinging to him. He closed his eyes, feeling a small pang in his heart.
“Hey Jase? The gardener....”Chloe stopped dead in her tracks, her hand loosening from the door knob,”Is everything alright?”Concern etched on her face.
“Uh huh.”Hayley replied leaving her uncle’s arms and bouncing off the bed,”Good luck Uncle Jason.”She told him and he winked back,”Mommy, can I stay up til Elizabeth comes back? Pulease?!”She inquired batting her eyelashes and smiling widely. Chloe looked up at her brother with a raised eyebrow.
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6:55 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
Renaissance Mayflower Hotel
Room 434
“Just because we talk and we...”Elizabeth fired back at her brother. He waved a hand through the air silencing her.
“Kid, you are in a relationship with him.”She lowered her eyes in defeat, but glowing with unacknowledged happiness,”And now that I think about it....you two always were close, ya know growing up.”He patted the space next to him on the bed and she begrudgingly plopped herself next to him. A moment of silence engulfed the air, both lost in their own memories and thoughts.
“He...he was always good to me.”She whispered, the admission earning a look from Zander. He silently nodded, his hand moving to grasp the gold chain around her neck.
“And if I remember correctly....he gave you a gift...before we left.”He murmured pulling the chain upwards until the object he knew was hidden appeared; he seized it in his hand. Elizabeth’s eyes darted away; her embarrassment and insecurity fueled the anger bubbling inside.
“Alexander...”Her tone was filled with malice. He gently yanked on the chain so that she would look at him.
“This.”He stated holding the ring in front of her eyes,”He gave you this.”Her lips thinning, Elizabeth shoved him away and paced the bed in front of him.
“The only reason why you even know about that is because you liquored me up on my birthday.”
“You’re wearing it on a chain now because he’s around, aren’t ya?”Zander asked unfazed by her tone or the glare in her eyes,”You’re afraid to let him see that you’re still wearing it.”
“That is enough...”He ignored her threat and moved beside her.
“Hmm...well it’s been ten years...isn’t that interesting.”He leaned casually against the armoire as his sister fidgeted.
“Get to your point.”He only shrugged in response.
“I wonder if he remembers.”Zander replied approaching his sister,”I wonder if the promise will be kept at all.”
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7:29 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The Rose Garden
“Not one hint?”Elizabeth asked for the fifth time, a hint of laughter in her voice. Her eyes were firmly closed shut, the man behind her guiding her every step.
“Careful, right here. No hint.”Jason replied holding her hands to provide a sense of balance. She caught him off guard when she whirled around to face him.
“Not one?”She enticed, her lips pouting. Jason smiled, gently pushing her backwards. Surveying the area, he gave nod in satisfaction. Returning his attention to the feisty brunette, he leaned near her ear.
“Open your eyes.”Shivering at the warmth and surprise of his voice, her eyes hesitantly fluttered open. They briefly came in contact with his own blue orbs until the twinkling in her periphial vision caught her attention. Slowly turning around, Elizabeth took in the scenery. The trees, which bordered the garden, were filled with white lights. The ground, though covered in snow, held a rather large ice rink.
A gasp filled the air as her lips parted, her left hand delicately covering her mouth. Elizabeth took a few steps toward the ice. Taking note of the scattered hockey pucks and sticks for the first time, the edges of her mouth twisted upward.
“How did...,”She inquired returning her attention to the man behind her,”...when...?”Jason smirked, shoving his hands into the pocket of his jacket - his leather jacket. Admiring her confused and excited expression, he shrugged.
“I...I figured your hockey skills haven’t improved over the years and that I might just have to do something about it.”And then she laughed. Closing her eyes and bending her head, the soft melodic sound rippled through the air. God how he missed that sound.
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10:56 p.m.
November 28, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The East Wing
Jason and Elizabeth walked side by side, nearly a foot apart, in the spacious corridor. Noticing the approaching Commander in Chief, a soldier stood up and saluted the President from his post. As had become customary for Jason, he merely nodded in response.
“A bit of a change from when your Grandfather was in command, is it not?”Elizabeth inquired, the distinct tease in her voice earned a smirk from Jason.
“A lot different.”He replied half rolling his eyes. Stopping suddenly, he looked at the approaching rooms, one on either side, and blatantly debated which was his intended target.
“Don’t tell me you’re lost?”She teased again stifling a laugh,”After all, your family has been here so many times they might as well call it the Morgan House.”Breaking out of his inner debate over the rooms, he arched an eyebrow at her.
“Of course not Mr. President. I would never dream of insulting you or your family...”He ceased her exaggerated display of professionalism by grabbing her hand.
“Alright, Milady.”The emphasize placed on the last word as he looked at the two rooms,”I think...yea it’s this one.”He finalized steering them to the room to their left,”The Dish Room.”
“This is not the Dish Room.”Elizabeth corrected as she surveyed the contents behind the glass encasements.
“Yes it is. It’s the room with all the dishes.”Jason explained and Elizabeth couldn’t help it. The laugh burst through her body surprising both of them.
“It’s the China Room.”She informed him through her dying laughter. He just shrugged, clearly apathetic to the technical name for the space. Seizing his hand yet again, she lead them away from the area.
“Are you kidnaping me?”He inquired, the twinkle in his eye evident and she smirked.
“I think it might be best we keep you in the West Wing.”
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8:56 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The Rose Garden
“That is shot number...what again?”Elizabeth feigned innocence as she held onto the hockey stick with one hand. Her gaze fell on Jason who pretended to be insulted and bored.
“Twenty two. You wouldn’t by any chance need any help...?”Elizabeth got the mischievous twinkle in her eye stemming directly from her youth.
“Why, is the infamous Jason Morgan, star player from the Harvard University hockey team, who scored the winning goal that won their long awaited championship game again rival Yale, offering to assist me in learning the fine art of shooting?”Approaching her in his stealthy manner, he matched the gleam in her eyes.
“Something like that.”He replied moving behind her. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around hers until their hands met. Without a thought, Elizabeth instinctively moved closer to him, her body immediately became surrounded by his warmth; she briefly closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of comfort, safety and being completely alive.
Briefly lost in her own world, she missed the look of happiness and utter peace passing over Jason’s face. He too, relished the moment; the feeling of complete ease overwhelming his senses. The electricity could not be so anymore obvious between them.
“Here.”He said slowly, gently moving her body with his as they moved the hockey stick back. With a tad more force, he flicked his wrist ever so slightly to aid the puck in entering the net. Letting loose another string of laughter, Elizabeth slightly pulled away from Jason. Her eyes were so focused on the result of their shot that she was oblivious to the gentle white lace falling on top of them.
Big fluffy white snowflakes fell on her thick eyelashes and she blinked. Jason followed her gaze upwards to see the sheet of snow slowly falling down on them. Elizabeth’s smile grew.
“It’s snowing.”She whispered, though clearly stating the obvious, the elation in her voice could not be more clear. And that was when Jason felt something deep inside his soul awaken.
Elizabeth tore her eyes away from the snowflakes and tilted her head at the sight of Jason’s expression. Her smile lessened, the concern marring her face.
Reaching out, he hesitantly touched her long chocolate hair. Her eyes flickered shut, savoring the simple caress; her lips gently parted to release a sigh of contentment.
But she never got the chance. Closing the space between them with sheer determination, Jason nervously waited for her to pull away with every heart beat that passed by.
But she never did. Her eyes were still closed, her other senses fully aware of his presence. Undeniable anticipation built up inside of her. His hand, she semi consciously noted, had slipped to the top of her neck, urging her forward.
And ever so gently, Jason brushed his lips against Elizabeth’s; and a shock of awareness jolted through their bodies.
Edited by: EMVCBellaMafia at: 12/17/03 23:23
6:58 a.m.
December 16, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The West Wing
Elizabeth took another sip of her scalding cappuccino and mentally made a note of making future drinks herself. The halls were relatively empty and aside from her early bird routine, it was what she treasured the most about the mornings.
Not a day went by that she didn’t remember where she was; the White House was a prestigious and influential symbol. It was her job to maintain the image of imperial elegance, professional atmosphere, unprecedented hospitality and revered entertaining.
Not only was she very good at her job - but she loved it. The fact that her life was over-scheduled did not deter Elizabeth. Living at the White House killed her formerly isolated life. An unspoken routine had developed between her and the First Family; the soft smile passed Elizabeth’s lips.
After her personal grooming was finished - a task that started at 5:30 every morning - she would find her way to the residence’s kitchen. Waiting for her would be the twins, most likely still in their pajamas as they ate whatever healthy breakfast Chloe had arranged for them. If their mother was gone, it meant college senior Aunt Emily was in charge, which left the twins to sugar coated cereal.
After the twins were finished with their meals, Emily would unceremoniously bounce into the kitchen. There would be the usual banter between sisters before Chloe would exit the room upon hearing the twins’ unruly disputes. This left Emily and Elizabeth to discuss anything and everything from fashion to the latest in the entertainment industry.
Eventually everyone would part their own ways. Chloe leaving to bring the children to school; Emily either falling back asleep or actually studying; Elizabeth making her usual walk through the White House to the West Wing.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Elizabeth rounded the corner to her office. Though not nearly as large as the one at Buckingham Palace, it suited her needs perfectly not to mention the beautiful view of the front lawn.
“Good morning Elizabeth.”Georgie smiled as she waited patiently outside the doors to the office. Elizabeth was about to respond when her entire body froze in the doorway. Sitting on her desk was a large red vase containing precision placed white roses. She let out a gasp at the beautiful sight.
“The card is sitting on your desk.”Georgie’s voice was light as she watched her boss round the corner of the mahogany table,”It was delivered the moment I arrived.”Silently nodding, Elizabeth gingerly lifted the gold embossed card from the desk. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened it. As she read the note, a glow began to resonate through her body.
“A rose for every kiss.”The words were barely audible, a mere exhale of her breath. Looking up at her assistant, a small blush tinged her face.
“They’re very beautiful.”The young woman remarked and a smile donned Elizabeth’s lips. Her eyes fell to the arrangement in front of her.
“My goodness.”She murmured, her fingers closing the card,”There must be dozens!”She exclaimed with awe.
“Where would you like me to put them?”Elizabeth pondered, her gaze never leaving the white roses.
“Leave them right here.”She answered, another smile gracing her lips,”Right here.”
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11:49 p.m.
The White House
The West Wing
The Oval Office
Jason ran a hand over his tired face. It had been one of those days, although every day here seemed to be one of those days. He snorted as he swivelled in his chair, the day wasn’t even over yet. As if on cue, the door opened revealing two men. Closing the portfolio on his desk, Jason rose from his chair - one of the few items in the room that were his and his alone.
“Mr. President, this is the man I was telling you about, Roy DiLucca.”Luke informed him as he approached the men.
“I hear you’re the best.”Jason greeted shaking the man’s hand,”I trust Luke filled you in on our situation.”He added motioning for them to sit down.
“Yes, Sir, he did.”Roy replied catching his old friend’s eye across the coffee table.
“I’ve been told your knowledge of bombs is highly regarded. You got a good look at the one found in Callahan’s limo and what was left from Bartlett’s. What do you think?”
“They’re the same, Sir. Both made in Cuba. They have the same microchips Castro has become notorious for using.”He paused, carefully constructing his next words,”Luke told me they think it was sold to someone in Russia. I think it got in the hands of former KGB.”Jason sat up in his chair a bit straighter.
“What gave you that impression?”He inquired.
“Well, Mr. President, when I was in the CIA, one of my assignments required me to infiltrate a branch of the KGB. I know the explosives they use and where they got them. I also know what they put in the explosives. Before I left, they were developing a new type of bomb. Supposedly it was so small it could fit inside the palm of your hand and cause a wrecking ball of destruction.”Jason’s elbow rested on the arm of the chair, his hand supporting his face, his eyes narrowing.
“And you think they’re the same bombs.”
“Yes, Sir.”Roy replied without hesitating. Jason leaned back, taking a deep breath. His gaze traveled to Luke.
“What’s the next plan of action?”The questioned directed to the older man.
“Well with your permission, Roy here’s agreed to fly in with Alky and Candy Boy under the diplomatic facade. Of course once everyone’s in bed, he’ll do what he does best.”
“I know where the offices of this branch of the KGB are, Sir.”Roy added and Jason shifted in his chair.
“Why haven’t we raided them yet?”
“Ironically enough, they’re our best source for intelligence on the whereabouts of terrorist groups. They just don’t know it.”
“And if you get caught?”
“That won’t be a problem, Sir.”Roy answered, his body tense. Jason nodded, suddenly realizing the cost of this expedition. DiLucca, he had learned from Spencer, was a part of a secret branch of the CIA. Covert operations routinely took place without any public knowledge including the results. Results, he noted, that took the lives of agents few would ever know about; they did their jobs well, but if ever caught, they’d commit suicide before the enemy could get a shot off.
Jason took a careful look at the man next to him, nodding once more.
“Do it.”He ordered, his voice even and strong. They all rose.
“Thank you, Mr. President.”Roy replied, shaking Jason’s hand firmly.
“Good luck.”He shared a glance with Luke that spoke volumes. Not needing to share any more words, the men left Jason to his office. When he heard the door click shut, Jason closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Hanging his head, he rubbed the back of his neck; his eyes opening, they came in contact with the seal of the presidency glaring at him on the floor.
“Yes?”Jason called, hearing the knock on the door. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Dillon sprinting into the room.
“Sir, all I need is your signature right here and then we call it a night.”
Reviewing the paper briefly, Jason didn’t hesitate to sign. Dillon uttered a few parting words, but all Jason could do was nod. And he was left in the room alone to stare at the seal on the floor.
Shaking his head, he exited the room from a side door. Entering the hallway, he marveled at the calm and quiet encompassing the wing. He vaguely noted Greg following behind him as he slowly walked through the corridor. His hands in his pockets, he surveyed the abnormal ambiance.
Rounding the corner, his head tilted at the light pouring into the hall from a room. Not changing his pace, he made his way to the random office. Out of sheer curiosity, he neared the doorway to catch a glimpse of its inhabitant. An exhausted smile forming on his face, he leaned on the doorjamb.
The small sound made Elizabeth jump from her place behind the desk. Her hair was down, the soft curls rebelling against the straightening iron from that morning. Her eyes were dark, showing the tired frustration resonating throughout her body. Her hand, which was holding a pen, paused in mid air above the intended piece of paper.
Running a hand through her thick hair, she matched his exhausted smile. For a moment they held their gazes, neither moving, neither saying a word. He gently pushed off of the doorjamb, maintaining the slow pace as he approached her desk.
“Hi.”They both greeted in unison, then lightly chuckled. Elizabeth looked up at Jason, her elbow resting on top of the desk, her hand pressed against her forehead and hair.
“Thank you. For the roses.”She commented, her gaze flickering to the arrangement at the corner of her desk,”They’re...”She paused, her tired mind searching for the right word,”....exquisite.”Jason never let his eyes leave her; giving a mere nod and a small smile for a response. Another moment of silence passed by before he dug his hand out of his pocket and held it to her. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
“Come on.”He coaxed and she eyed her paperwork before dropping he pen. Sliding her hand into his, she rose from the chair, walked around the desk and lead the way into the hall. Jason shut the light behind her and she looked up at him with something she had yet to put a name to.
Their fingers interlocked, they proceeded towards the main part of the mansion and to the family residence.
“I ran into your brother this afternoon...in the kitchen.”Jason commented glancing down at her only to find her eyes trained on him.
“And he was his usual charming self, I imagine...”She mused. He only tilted his head slightly to recall the brief interaction.
“It was actually nice to hear someone call me something other than Sir or Mr. President.”Elizabeth closed her eyes and groaned. Instinctively, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Oh God, he called you dude, didn’t he?”Feeling the rumble of his hidden laughter, she couldn’t help, but join him.
“I should thank him. Everyone was so stunned they couldn’t say a word for a few minutes. Even Dillon.”Letting out a tired laugh, Elizabeth looked up at him.
“I’d rather not encourage Zander’s ill-mannered attitude.”She sighed, shaking her head to relieve her thoughts of her brother,”So is Dillon still...”
“The energizer bunny?”Jason finished flashing her a grin,”Is Georgie relaxing yet? She looked scared yesterday when she came to get you for your meeting.”Elizabeth gave a small smile to the guard holding the door for them.
“I think so. Honestly Jason, anyone who nears the Oval Office is scared.”The second the words came out, she felt him tense,”Jase...”He came to a halt at the base of the stairs.
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9:12 p.m.
June 30, 1993
Greenwich, Connecticut
Webber Estate
The Veranda
Jason ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. He was in a tuxedo yet again; he mechanically pulled at the bow tie with a vengeance. The damn thing was strangling him. Knowing his mother, his sister...hell everyone in his family....would get on his back for looking less than perfect. Jason immediately halted his steps.
Perfect.
Some twenty feet away, leaning against the old stone railing encased in the soft glow of the light from the ballroom stood an object of perfection. Elizabeth always did look older than her true age and her personality, her maturity was more than most girls his age.
As if sensing his presence, she looked over her shoulder. Her face was removed of the fake smile he had seen earlier and replaced with pain. Turning away, her long chocolate curls bounced wildly in the warm air. Forgetting his uncomfortable tux, Jason quickly closed the space between them.
“Hey, what happened?”He asked putting a hand on her shoulder. Her blue satin gown swished and swayed as she surveyed the veranda for any guests who had wandered from the ballroom.
“I...my...I saw her.”Elizabeth stammered, her emotions getting the better of her. All the feelings churning inside of her erupted into one resounding force of anger.
“Your mother.”Jason stated, letting out a frustrated breath. Though Elizabeth was his friend, he never could stand the woman who carried the title of mother, but refused any of its responsibilities. He looked down at the railing, Elizabeth’s hands gripping the stone edges until her knuckles turned white.
“It’s actually funny if you think about it. I wanted to escape the gala for a moment you know?”She started, glancing briefly at Jason,”So I went to my father’s favorite room...his old study. My mother hated it, she always has, even when my father was alive. I never thought anyone would be there, especially not her. But of course she was.”She paused, the rage overwhelming every part of her being and she turned to look straight into his eyes,”I found her with another man.”The words were uttered through clenched teeth,”And I heard her...she admitted she cheated on my father. She...”Elizabeth couldn’t say anymore; she couldn’t look at him. Her gaze fell back on the garden below.
His own anger surfacing, Jason leaned against the railing beside her. He studied her profile for a moment, contemplating what to say.
“I know...what it’s like to find..what you did.”He started, still feeling the anger radiating off her small frame and he followed her gaze to the garden,”It sucks. And I’m not gonna stand here and tell you it’ll go away. Sure it’ll fade, but you’ll never look at them the same.”He looked back at her to find her unshed teary eyes staring back,”Man, do we have screwed up parents.”He added shaking his head.
A sad laugh escaped her lips and she blotted below her eyes, checking for streaked mascara. The comfortable silence between them was interrupted by loud laughter floating from the general direction of the ballroom. Both turned to the stone mansion; exchanging a roll of the eyes.
Elizabeth eyed Jason carefully, her gaze flickering between the garden and him. She could clearly read the tension in his eyes; the stress, the anxiety, the sadness. Momentarily biting her lip, she took a deep breath.
“Emily told me they changed your room.”Playing with her fingers, Elizabeth peaked at Jason from the corner of her eye.
“Speaking of parents.”He commented dryly,”Yea, Edward decided that since James died, I am now the new heir. He’s actually paid attention to me. Of course my mom and dad have no opinion.”
“I’m sure your mother wouldn’t agree with Edward’s decisio...”The ice in his eyes silenced her.
“James...the beloved son, grandson...golden boy of the family. It’s been over three years and they still treat it as though the accident was yesterday.”He caught the disapproving look in her glare and cleared his throat,”I don’t mean to sound cruel. I loved my brother just as much as Emily and Chloe. Maybe not as much as Chlo cuz they were twins, but...”He sighed, briefly closing his eyes,”I have my own life. I don’t want to be a replacement for someone else. I want to write my own future, not Edward making it for me.”He felt Elizabeth’s head lean against his shoulder.
“You will.”She whispered, suddenly catching his eye,”You’re Jason Gabriel Morgan...and there is no one who can replace you.”
Chapter 10
9:12 a.m.
December 22, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
The West Wing
The Strategy Room
“Now, Mr. President, the F-18 Hornets can be in the air and over Libya in ten minutes at your order.”Max advised leaning against the mahogany table. Jason wasn’t focusing on the National Security Advisor, but rather the situation screens on the opposing wall.
“And how many targets are we going to hit...?”
“We’ve been through this Sir...”
“How many targets?”Jason repeated slowly, his ice blue eyes penetrating the other man’s.
“Ten, Sir. All in the capital city.”The president’s eyes fell to the papers before him.
“All these targets are surrounded by civilian buildings.”
“Yes, Sir.”Ned Ashton confirmed from his place at the table,”But we’ll only hit those when we miss.”Jason’s eyes immediately shot up to the Secretary of Defense who quickly removed the smug smile from his face.
“But we’re not going to miss...are we.”The words were a statement turning Ashton cold.
“No we won’t.”Removing his steely gaze, Jason tilted his head to the woman on his left. The petite brunette locked eyes with him, quickly reading the question marring the cold blue. Clearing her throat, she leaned forward.
“Mr. President,”Brenda started, her voice low,”It’s accurate, it’s low risk. And it’s a proportional response to the submarine attack.”Leaning back in his chair, Jason squared his jaw.
“Someday, someone is going to have to explain to me the virtue of a proportional response.”Standing up, he smoothed his tie.
“Mr. President?”General Corelli questioned, as everyone mimicked his movements.
“Do it.”
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8:32 a.m.
The White House
The Kitchen
“And this is an exquisite creation.”Elizabeth commented moving towards the far right table,”I cannot believe it is made entirely of chocolate and sugar. Remarkable. Very beautiful.”Giving a short nod, the french pastry chef gave a humble smile.
“Thank you, Mademoiselle.”Returning the smile, the brunette continued to survey the culinary masterpieces ready for placing around the mansion for decorating.
“With all that has happened over the past few weeks, I must say I am very impressed with everyone’s work.”Turning around to face the staff of thirty, Elizabeth continued,”Now, as we have already discussed, the proper mourning time has passed. Today, the main task is to decorate the White House for Christmas.”She watched as the interns scribbled on their clipboards,”We all have a lot of work left to do, especially with the Congressional Ball tomorrow night...”
“Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Hey watch it there. Excuse me. Coming through. Let’s go move it. Excuse me. Move!”Stumbling out of the crowd came Dillon who glanced back to glare at the staff before giving a polite smile to Elizabeth,”Lady Webber.”Taking note of his tone, Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed.
“Let’s get to work.”She stated to the staff, which scattered at once.
“We have a problem.”Dillon informed following the Social Secretary out of the kitchen.
“When don’t we.”The brunette commented dryly.
“Haha. Not funny.”He replied grabbing her shoulder and whirling her around,”I have twenty first graders wreaking havoc in the West Wing.”
“Yes, they’re called interns.”She remarked turning away from him again. Dillon rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious.”He followed her through the hall.
“Then keep them in the lobby.”
“I can’t. They’re supposed to be read to.”He added following her up the stairs,”The President was supposed to read to them, part of his big push for the Education Bill.”
“Last time I checked he could read, Dillon.”
“He’s in the situation room.”The kid replied lowly. Closing her eyes, Elizabeth froze on the landing.
“Chloe?”
“In Dallas for a conference. She’s not expected back until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Emily?”
“Up north in Maine skiing. Not expected back until Christmas.”Letting out a deep breath, she turned on her heel, sprinting down the steps. Dillon close behind.
“Where are they?”
“In the board room. You’ll be reading this.”He replied handing over the picture book.
“Will the alphabet soup be there?”
“NBC, CBS, ABC, FOX, CNN...”
“That would constitute the alphabet soup, Dillon.”She remarked passing through the doors of the West Wing.
“Yea well you sassed me, I can sass you.”He said as they paused outside a door,”Now all you have to say is...”But Elizabeth didn’t wait for him to finish. It was until she was already through the doorway that Dillon realized she had ignored him.
“Hello everyone!”She greeted, a bright smile on her face,”I’m Elizabeth Webber, the Social Secretary of the White House. Unfortunately the President...”
Georgie leaned on the doorjamb to the board room near Dillon watching her boss take control of the situation. She eyed the press corps excited manner at the rare opportunity to view the admired young woman.
“How has Alexis been doing with all the questions?”
“She’s fending them off.”Dillon replied as they both watched the scene in front of them,”She won’t be able to much longer.”
“Do you think they’ll accept her?”
“The American public has a funny way of accepting public figures. Polls have shown that they find her good for the job. There’s even been some rumblings that she should marry the President.”
“But that might change once it becomes official.”Dillon shrugged. His response was cut off from the blinking beeper on his belt.
“Hold down the fort for me.”Not waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and made his way down the hall.
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12:12 p.m.
The White House
West Wing
Oval Office
“Say that again, slowly.”Jason ordered sitting behind the desk and looking straight at Luke. Shifting slightly at the younger’s glare, Luke managed a glance at Lorenzo.
“Roy infiltrated the KGB cell headquarters like he said he would. He found the proof that they had bought the bombs from Cuba. He even found that they shipped them to someone in Washington D.C.”
“UPS.”Both men turned to look at Alcazar,”What? I’m sorry! I can’t believe they used @#%$ UPS to ship a few bombs over here.”Luke raised his eyebrows.
“Tell us how you really feel.”
“Oh shut up Spencer. Are you going to tell me you’re not as pissed off about this as I am?”
“Well I’m not the one who heads the Committee on...”
“Hey!”Jason shouted effectively silencing the dispute,”I take it we’re figuring out who it was shipped to.”
“Yes.”Luke replied,”We came up with some bogus name. Completely fake. Peter Elliott Gasus.”
“Now what?”
“Well Roy ran into trouble when he was leaving. A little roughed up, but nothing bad. Said the guy giving him a beating had a tattoo on his forearm. Might help us in tracking this guy down. Don’t worry Jase, we’re taking care of it.”Giving a short nod, the President switched his attention to the taller man.
“And how was the diplomatic trip to Russia?”
“Oh you mean Ric Lansonofabitch? @#%$ idiot. He had the audacity to give me the rookie treatment. I’ve been in the UN longer than this @#%$ and he pushes his weight around. I don’t like him Jason and I don’t trust him. You’ll meet him in a few weeks at the convention in New York City. He’s a slick prick who just might bend the ear of Kofi Anan.”
“It went that well huh?”Luke questioned giving a smirk at Lorenzo’s narrowing eyes.
“Do you ever shut up?”
“As much as I like to listen to your banter, I have a few things to get to.”Jason interrupted. Luke and Lorenzo shared a glance.
“You know Laura is having her Christmas party again this year.”Luke started watching as Jason focused on the papers on the desk,”Alky and Sophie will be there. I heard even Sonny and Carly. You know, a small thing.”
“That’s nice. I’ll see what Chloe is doing.”Alcazar silently shook his head at Luke pleading with him to not continue, but Luke only smiled.
“Why don’t you bring your girlfriend?”Jason froze, slowly raising his head to peer at the older man,”You know. Brunette...about yea high.”He added raising a hand to estimate her height,”pretty blue eyes...”
“I know who my girlfriend is.”Jason muttered through clenched teeth and then cursed when he realized he let it slip. The twinkle in Luke’s eye did nothing to ease his anxiety.
“Good. Then you’ll bring her.”
“I don’t want to make my relationship with Elizabeth a media frenzy. And I don’t want the barracuda ripping her apart.”
“Barracuda?”Lorenzo asked slightly confused. Spencer rolled his eyes at the man.
“Carly.”
“Oh. I thought we were referring to her as Dat Bitch.”Jason and Luke laughed at the comment.
“Only when we’re hammered.”Luke explained before returning his attention to the President,”So you are going to bring her?”
“No.”
“Oh that’s right, you don’t want a media frenzy.”
“Yes.”
“Well, if you don’t bring her there will be.”Jason’s eyes narrowed.
“Like hell.”
“Let me think..Brokaw would like this. But maybe I should just call the Times. Oh I know, Leno and the Tonight Show. We’ll have it splashed around satire...”
“You suck.”
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8:59 p.m.
The White House
Family Residence
The Solarium
Elizabeth leaned her head against Jason’s shoulder as they sat side by side on the couch. Their eyes were set on the television - yet another game of hockey.
“Em will be alright.”Elizabeth comforted softly as Jason ended his stoic silence.
“She shouldn’t have gone skiing. I told her not to go, but she doesn’t listen. Doesn’t listen to me when I say the guy she’s dating is a loser. Doesn’t listen when it comes to hockey.”Despite the severity of the issue, Elizabeth stifled a laugh,”What?”He questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“Well, you’re not always right when it comes to hockey.”
“I know that Montreal is going to win.”He refuted, motioning towards the tv.
“Yea and so don’t I.”Elizabeth ran a hand through her hair,”Look, Em needs to figure things out for herself...no matter how sound a big brother’s advise might be.”
“You really take the fun out of this, you know that? I was really looking forward to chewing her out for breaking her leg...”
“Jase...”
“I’m kidding.”Elizabeth bit her lip looking up at him.
“No, you’re not.”Refusing to remove his eyes from the tv, he let a lopsided grin cross his face.
“You’re right, I’m not.”Elizabeth bit her lip again,”I see you haven’t quit that habit.”
“What habit?”She asked innocently.
“Biting your lip.”He replied bending low to her ear,”And I just might have to do something about it.”Not waiting for a response, Jason lowered his mouth to hers.
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4:56 a.m.
December 23, 2003
The White House
Family Residence
Knocking softly on the bedroom door, Jason hesitantly waited in the hall. He hid his smirk when he heard the loud thump of someone falling out of their bed. Within seconds, the door swung open and Elizabeth’s mouth opened in shock.
“I had 34 minutes left of sleep.”She muttered trying desperately to ignore the fact that he was wearing his sweat pants, and only his sweat pants.
“Sorry, I just uh...”He stuttered noticing how the satin pajamas formed perfectly around her small frame,”Snnow.”Elizabeth eyebrow’s furrowed.
“Snow? Don’t take this the wrong way because I am happy to see you, but are you telling me you woke me up because of snow?”Jason rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sort of.”Raising a perfectly tweezed eyebrow, Elizabeth leaned against the doorjamb,”Uh...Emily is back. She’s so drugged up a trumpet in her ear wouldn’t wake her.”
“Okay.”She replied slowly, not sure what was going on.
“Chloe is in Dallas.”He stated with a nod.
“Yes I know. She’s coming back this afternoon.”Jason raked a hand through this hair.
“No...snow.”Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed.
“Did Austen hit you with a frying pan again?”Jason rolled his eyes.
“No. And that was an accident.”
“So then what is going on?”
“Emily broke her leg.”
“Yes.”
“Chloe is in Dallas.”
“Yes.”
“There’s a Noreaster headed up the East Coast and Chloe is stuck in Dallas.”
“Oh. Snow.”
“Yes.”
“So then why are you knocking at my door at five in the morning?”
“Because you’re my girlfriend. And I need you on my arm tonight.”
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3:22 p.m.
August 15, 2003
Greenwich, Connecticut
Webber Estate
Elizabeth’s Suite
“That bad, huh?”The brunette asked lying on her stomach across her bed. Peering down over the edge, she focused on Jason’s body laying on her floor.
“Words don’t even begin to describe it.”
“So you came over here to listen to the rambler.”Giving his first smirk for the day, he allowed his features to lighten.
“That’s what I like about you, you’re so reliable.”
“Well obviously something is really bothering you.”
“I have never wanted to hit my father before. I mean really show off my right hook.”
“There are seven boys in sixteen counties that can vouch for how hard you can hit, so don’t try to impress me.”
“Alright Coco.”He smiled at her narrowed eyes.
“You were saying.”She prompted and his face hardened.
“Found him in the Music Room making out with Lucy Goosy.”His jaw set,”And what really makes me angry is that she’s not the first and she won’t be last. He is always cheating on my mom.”
“So you think she knows?”Elizabeth asked quietly as Jason stared up at her ceiling.
“Yea. And she lets him get away with it.”He paused for a moment,”They don’t love each other. How sick is that? Even when I think back, they could never be in the same room as each other.”
“I don’t know what’s worse. Marrying someone you can’t stand...or marrying someone who is pretending to love you back.”
“It’s a toss up.”
A silence engulfed the room as both were deep in their own thoughts.
“If I ever have a girl on my arm...I sure as hell better like her. And if I give her a ring I damn well better love her. See that’s the problem with our parents.”He stated looking up at Elizabeth,”They never got along.”
11:45 p.m.
January 9, 2004
New York City, New York
The Plaza
Presidential Suite
Jason held the remote in midair watching as each channel flickered by. Leaning his head against the backboard of the bed, he finally let it drop.
“Letterman.”He muttered. He watched the man seated behind the desk carefully.
“...Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!”David Letterman waved a piece of paper at the crowd,”Here’s tonight’s Top Ten List.”Jason watched as the crowd went crazy,”Ten reasons why President Morgan should marry Elizabeth Webber...You all know who that is don’t you?”He asked the audience wisely and was answered by a resounding cheer and a few whistles,”Yea yea that’s what I thought.”
Jason stared blankly at the television contemplating on whether or not he was hallucinating.
“Alright here we go....Number ten....Morgan will finally lose his title as Playboy Pres.....Number nine....He’ll grow up and be a man and stop bringing his sisters with him everywhere.......Number eight.....It will give me someone else to make fun of......Number seven....Putin will stop sending over those mail order Russian brides......Number six....We get to listen to that really cool accent.....Number five....Tea time and crumpets will be instituted throughout the country....Number four.....She’s better to look at than that blonde hyena........Number three....The country will have a reason to celebrate......Number two....She’s a pretty lady to stand next to......And the Number one reason the President should marry Elizabeth Webber....Maybe she can get that stick out of his ass.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed sharply and with one swift motion, he threw the remote at the tv shutting it off.
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6:10 p.m.
December 23, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
“You got issues.”Jason whirled around to find Austen leaning against the door jamb to his room. The child’s blue eyes gazed sympathetically at his uncle who was in the process of straightening his bow tie.
“Why’s that?”The President inquired, glancing at his nephew out of the corner of his eye. Austen made his way over to the mirror, standing directly in front of it.
“She’s got you wearing the penguin suit.”A lopsided grin fell across Jason’s face.
“You know what I think?”Austen’s mischievous smile grew as he noticed his uncle slowly approaching him.
“What?”The child asked failing at hiding his laugh.
“I think...”Jason trailed moving quickly to scoop Austen up. His arm looped around the child’s stomach, he lead them out of the room as his nephew squealed in delight. As Jason tickled Austen helplessly, they came to a stop at an open door.
“Alright...now pout your lips.”Elizabeth directed to Hayley sitting on her lap. Her blonde curls up in a pony tail, the girl turned her head.
“Like this?”She asked puckering her lips and Elizabeth laughed.
“Yes...now hold still.”Hayley did as told. When she felt Elizabeth had finished, she looked in the mirror - her blue eyes lit up.
“I look just like you!”She exclaimed excitedly. The brunette joined in her happiness as they gazed at their reflections.
It was a movement at the door that caught her attention. Leaning against the door jamb was Jason. Their eyes caught in the mirror and Elizabeth suddenly felt the room get very warm.
Hayley noticed the distraction and she anxiously squirmed off the black satin of Elizabeth’s dress. Tearing his eyes away, Jason caught his niece as she bounced into his arms.
“Look Uncle Jason! Elizabeth helped me, but don’t I look pretty?!”Giving her a kiss on her forehead, Jason smiled.
“Like an angel.”
“I think you look ugly.”Everyone’s attention turned to Austen standing beside Jason. Hayley’s eyes narrowed as she glared down at her brother.
“Troll.”Jason tore his eyes away from Elizabeth long enough to steer Austen out of the room.
“Okay Sport.”He said stepping into the hallway,”Now, why don’t you two head to bed.”Jason added setting his niece onto the floor. Straightening, he looked down at the two pairs of sharp blue eyes glaring at him.
“No.”They said in unison. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. His mind racing to come up with something, he was oblivious to the brunette stepping next to him.
“But if you don’t go to bed now, how will you be able to greet your mother when she comes home in the morning?”Elizabeth asked them as she bent to their level. Hiding her grin, she watched as the twins seemed to mull her words in their minds.
“Race you!”They shouted at each other before covering their mouths in a fit of giggles. Not giving the adults a second look, they bounded for the hall.
Elizabeth could feel Jason’s eyes on her and she hesitantly turned around. His gaze intent, his head tilted for them to go back into the room. Neither able to tear their eyes from the other and to Elizabeth’s amazement her feet were moving back onto the plush carpet. And it suddenly became stifling again.
Without looking away from her eyes, Jason slammed the door behind them. Within an instant, he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Before Elizabeth could form a reaction, she felt his lips crash against hers for a mind numbing kiss.
Pulling away, his breathing ragged, Jason leaned his forehead against hers.
“I’ve been wanting to do that the second I saw you.”Taking a step back, Jason noticed the smile crossing her lips. Reaching for her hand, he raised it to his lips, gently kissing her skin. Unable to form words and barely able to breathe, Elizabeth watched as he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm.
Leaving the room, her eyes never left his face, even when he wasn’t looking at her. She was barely cognizant of the fact that they were walking down the hall and descending the stairs. The commotion from the crowded State Rooms below barely registered above the Tim McGraw song playing in her head. And giving a saucy smile, Elizabeth realized that Jason was a real bad boy, but damn was he real a good man.
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7:33 p.m.
December 24, 2003
Washington, D.C.
109 Virginia Avenue
Spencer Household
The Parlor
“...and I never realized the entire time that it was a Prada bag and not a Gucci!”Caroline “Carly” Corinthos’ voice shrieked through the room followed by her laughter. Glancing at the other women, Elizabeth mimicked their lead and politely smiled. Clutching at the hand made wine glass, she felt her annoyance coming to a head.
“Well that is quite a story.”Laura Spencer commented sitting next to the obnoxious woman - who was on her fifth glass of champagne.
“So Elizabeth,”Sophie Alcazar prompted, eager to sway the attention,”the decorations at the Congressional Ball last night were beautiful.”
“Hm. The party was lovely. I haven’t had that much fun in such a long time.”Laura added and Elizabeth blushed slightly at the compliments. No one noticed the narrowing cloudy eyes of Carly.
“Yes, that must be easy to do when you’re living at the White House. Then again,”She added gaining the attention of all the women,”there must be many things about your job that are...easy.”
Oblivious to the pairs of eyes sending her dagger warnings, Carly only smiled at Elizabeth’s anger visibly snapping. Before the brunette could give her retort, the wicked gleam in the blonde’s eye moved to a place behind her. Confused, Elizabeth turned to follow the gaze and her eyes widened.
There in the foyer, with her hands all over Jason was a woman by the name of Courtney Matthews. His back to the women, the President was glaring at the playboy pinup who had the nerve to play it up for the paparazzi ready and waiting outside the brownstone.
Taking in the distinct flash of a camera, Jason backed behind a wall. As the blonde continued to play it up for the media, Jason’s eyes found the women in the parlor staring straight at him. His gaze shifted from Laura’s sympathetic eyes to Carly’s smug smile to Sophie’s disapproving glare to Elizabeth.
And for a minute, Jason’s heart stopped. The look on her face tore at his soul - the shock, confusion, disappointment, anger and pain - so much pain. Opening his mouth to speak, he semi consciously noted the Secret Service agents removing the laughing blonde hyena from the room, the men flooding into the hall from the study on hearing all the commotion, Carly walking by him as the wicked gleam in her eye signaled yet another victory. All he could was remain motionless as Elizabeth sprang from the parlor and ran as far away from him as possible.
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8:00 p.m.
The Spencer Household
Kitchen
“I never thought a tomato could be cut up into that many pieces before.”Luke commented dryly as he pulled up a stool. Elizabeth halted her moments, the knife frozen in the air; her eyes slanted towards him and he gulped.
“Luke....I’m not in the mood.”She warned.
“Hey Darlin’ I came here in peace.”He stated holding up his hands and waving a white napkin around. Elizabeth’s face softened, the edges of her mouth twitching upwards slightly.
“I’m sorry.”She sighed, the pain on her face evident.
“Elizabeth, you know I love you like my own daughter, but you gotta understand that this isn’t Jason’s fault. That Barracuda set him up because she’s jealous of you...hence the Barbie doll.”Luke watched as Elizabeth thrust the knife into the cutting board,”Maybe you should give me that.”
“He didn’t push her away Luke.”Elizabeth bent her head as she continued to slice the tomato.
“When have you ever known Jason to lay a hand on a woman with force?”The knife cutting through the air again, the brunette sighed.
“Never.”
“See Darlin’,”He coaxed, easing the knife out of her hand and then let out a breath,”Now, he’s been standing outside that door and feelin’ awful. You know how the boy feels about you.”He added, gently pushing her towards the door,”So why don’t you go out there and talk to him.”Elizabeth glanced at the door and then back at Luke who winked,”Go on now.”
Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth slipped through the door and into the hall. Her mouth instantly dropped open in shock. Standing ten feet away was Sophie and the man pressed against the wall with her hand at his neck...was Jason.
“I swear on ma familia Jason if I so much find another woman’s hand on you I will personally tear you apart limb by limb and then go to work on you. Do you understand?”Sophie’s light Italian accent threatened. Jason choked, gasping for breath.
“Y..es.”He whispered. Sophie, satisfied, let him go with a nod. Jason watched as she walk away and he gently rubbed his throat. Hearing a stifled giggle, he turned around. With a hand covering her mouth, Elizabeth tried to hide her laugh.
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10:58 p.m.
The White House
Family Residence
Standing in the elevator as it came to a halt, Jason continued to rub his throat. Glancing up at him Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed.
“You alright?”The concern in her voice evident and he smiled.
“Yea. I still can’t believe she had me by the throat and you did nothing.”He commented, his eyes looking at the Secret Service agent in the corner. Greg’s lips formed into a smirk.
“Don’t blame him.”Elizabeth hit Jason in the arm.
“What happened to protecting the President, huh? Isn’t that your job?”Jason joked pointing at the brunette,”She’s consistently beating me up.”
“You’ll live.”She snorted passing through the open doors of the elevator,”Em. Nik. Hi.”She greeted noticing the couple moving towards them.
“Elizabeth. Mr. President.”Nikolas nodded, tensing at the sight of the other man. Emily noticed her brother tense as well, but only smiled as she swung an arm around her boyfriend balancing a crutch with the other.
“We were just going out for a drive.”Emily stated looking straight at her brother as they passed them. Jason looked over his shoulder.
“Well don’t stay out too late. And don’t forget to fasten your condom.”Everyone whipped around to look at Jason whose own eyes widened,”I mean seat belt. Seat belt.”Fighting their laughter and embarrassment, Emily and Nikolas stepped into the elevator.
“He’s um...he’s had a very long day.”Elizabeth remarked, fighting her own laugh,”Goodnight.”She said turning around to not look at Jason. By doing so, she missed how Emily used her crutch to hit Jason’s head.
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3:24 p.m.
January 5, 2004
New York City, New York
The Limo on Fifth Street
“You did WHAT?!!!!!!!!”Sonny shouted sitting across from Jason. His eyes wide with fury and fear.
“I hit him.”Jason stated matter of factly.
“You hit him? You hit Ric Lansov? The Russian Diplomat in the United Nations? You hit him in the middle of a National Security meeting? You hit the Russian Diplomat in front of the media? In front of Member nations?!”
“Yes.”He replied.
“Are you out of your @#%$ mind?!!”
“He was asking for it.”Sonny shook his head, covering it with his hands.
“I’m not hearing this. I’m not hearing this. This isn’t happening.”
“Don’t worry about it.”Sonny’s head snapped up at Jason.
“Don’t worry abo....Do you have any idea what you just did?”
“Yea I hit him and then I told him that if he ever insults Elizabeth again I will personally kill him.”
“Decades of foreign policy destroyed because of your mouth.”Sonny continued closing his eyes and shaking his head,”We are so @#%$ screwed.”
“What do you want me to do?!”Jason shouted, tired of having to defend his actions to his friend.
“Get your head out of your ass and start acting like the god damn President!”Sonny yelled back,”You cannot go hitting every @#%$ idiot that pisses you off! You are in charge of this country...”
“I @#%$ know that!!”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Dammit Sonny he was...”
“Look everyone knows Lansov is an @#%$, but you don’t see everyone kicking his ass now do you?”
“What if you were me and he had insulted Carly?”
“Everyone insults Carly. You think I don’t know you call her the Barracuda? Yes it pisses me off, but I’m not beating the @#%$ out of you either. It’s called diplomacy.”He sighed,”Now I know you have it. Dammit Jason you’re the best in politics, but since...”He stopped himself and Jason’s head rose,”You know I like Elizabeth, but mayb...”
“No Sonn...”
“Maybe a break would be the best thing.”
“You have to be @#%$ kidding me...”
“I’m just calling it like I see it. Now I can have it arranged so Elizabeth disappears for a little while...”
“No.”
“There can’t be any distractions right now, Jase.”
“I’ll han...”
“We have to fix this.”
“I said I’ll handle it!”Jason shouted sending a glare at his friend that ended the conversation.
7:35 a.m.
January 14, 2004
Washington, D.C.
Washington Dulles International Airport
Elizabeth stared at the vaulted ceiling of the airport, taking in the cream walls surrounding the windows. She hugged her knees closer to her body, frowning at the hard wood bench. Silently, she wondered how she had ever got so lost.
Absently, Elizabeth went to twist the ring on her middle finger and froze. Raising her hand, she let loose a shaky breath.
“Don’t cry...”She commanded blinking back the tears. Dropping her hand, Elizabeth desperately searched for something in the enormous building to concentrate on.
Reading the departure screen as though her life depended on it, she quickly noted the time was nearing for her flight. Elizabeth took a deep breath, raised her chin and reached for the single piece of luggage she brought.
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5:59 a.m.
December 25, 2003
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
President Morgan’s Bedroom
Elizabeth was ice skating - or in all actuality playing hockey. Her brows furrowed in confusion - why was she the goalie? And why was she banging the stick on the ice so loud?
Groaning, she buried her head deeper into the pillow. Her nose wrinkled. Why was her pillow she freaking hard? Sighing, she brought her hand to punch at the bundled feathers when she came in contact with...
Her blue orbs shot open only to stare at the golden chiseled chest. Her eyes raised to his shoulders, his neck, the smile on his lips, and the twinkle in his eyes. Elizabeth instantly blushed, closing her eyes in embarrassment.
It was then she registered that the loud banging was not from her dream, but from the consistent knocking on the door.
“Uncle Jason!!! It’s Christmas!!”Austen’s excitement penetrated into the room.
“Uncle Jason, wake up!! Wake up!!!”Hayley commanded, joining her brother.
Feeling Jason’s fingers gently rubbing her back, Elizabeth looked up at him; the question in her eyes matching his lopsided grin.
“This wasn’t exactly how I pictured this morning.”Jason whispered reaching onto the night stand for a small package,”But...uh....this is for you.”
Smiling, Elizabeth pulled the bed sheet against her body as she sat up. Looking at the perfectly wrapped gift, she bit her lip.
“Jason...you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his,”But thank you.”
He laughed as she pulled away, gently brushing a chocolate curl from her shoulder. Still mesmerized at how soft her skin was, he began drawing small circles on her arm.
“You haven’t even looked at it yet.”
“It’s from you...”Elizabeth started, her focus drifting to unwrapping the present,”...which means I automati...”
Lifting the lid of the black velvet box, she gasped. Her eyes taking in the shimmering diamonds, Elizabeth brought a shaky hand to brush over the necklace.
“Jason...”His name left her lips in a whisper.
“You...you like it?”He hesitated, not quite sure of the answer.
“No.”She replied jumping on top of him,”I love it.”She stated showering him with kisses.
“Good.”Jason commented, more than happy to follow her lead. Giving his trademark sexy smile, he flipped them over so that he was on top. Elizabeth’s laughter ceased when the knocking on the door continued.
“Uncle Jason!! Uncle Jason!!!”
Elizabeth covered her laugh from having momentarily forgotten about the two rambunctious six year olds stationed outside the door. Letting out a sigh, Jason leaned his forehead against hers.
“We better get out there before they bust down the door.”He whispered still hovering over her,”Elizabeth....”She rose her eyes to meet his,”Merry Christmas.”He murmured as he crashed his lips against hers.
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January 5, 2004
3:30 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
The White House
West Wing
Office of the Social Secretary
“No, no, no Albert, I assure you the President will be ecstatic to hear you will be attending the Gala.”Elizabeth leaned back in her leather chair motioning Georgie into the room,”Why would you say something like that? President Morgan is not a violent man.”Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the Prince and watched Georgie turn on the television,”Well there must be some sort of mistake,”Her blue eyes squinted to make out the scene,”Of course, I’ll be more than happy to make the arrangements...”She trailed as her eyes began to widen,”I need to go.”
“You need to see this.”Georgie advised as Elizabeth moved from behind the desk.
“Sources say negotiations between the White House and members of the European Union collapsed when President Morgan attacked Ric Lansov, the Russian Diplomatic Representative to the United Nations in the middle of a National Security Meeting at UN Headquarters in New York City today. The cause has yet to be announced, but witnesses claim the President punched Mr. Lansov when he allegedly insulted the President’s girlfriend, White House Social Secretary, Lady Elizabeth Webber....”
Elizabeth gasped, as she gawked at the television.
“Elizab...”Georgie started, catching her boss’ attention,”...I’m so sorry.”
“I...I can’t believe this!”The brunette shrieked pacing the floor,”I mean he...I...”
“Ma’am are you alright?”
“I don’t know what to feel.”Elizabeth mumbled rubbing her forehead,”on one side I guess I’m...he defended my honor....and then all the trouble he’s in....oh dear God.....and oh God he’s in hot water....oh he’s screwed, he must be going out of his mind right now...ugh it’s all my fault.”She covered her face wit her hands.
“I think it’s his fault, after all he was the one that hit Lansov and now with the Gala....”Georgie stopped herself.
“What about the Gala?”Elizabeth asked carefully.
“There have been some cancellations.”
“Cancellations?”The boss echoed,”How many?”
“Twenty....and that’s been in the last half hour.”
Elizabeth let loose a string of curses under her breath. Leaning against her desk, she folded her arms across her chest and bit her lip. Content on letting her boss contemplate, Georgie remained silent.
“Go get Skye.”She ordered disrupting the silence,”I want every member of my staff in here and that includes the interns.”Georgie’s mouth fell open at Elizabeth’s defiant tone.
“But Ma’am, shouldn’t we cancel the Gala all together?”
“On the contrary,”Elizabeth remarked, sitting in her chair,”This will be the party of the season.”
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6:56 p.m.
January 8, 2004
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
The Kitchen
“And here we are, de most exquisite cookies in de world!!”Zander exclaimed pulling a tray out of the oven. Elizabeth shook her head and laughed as the twins jumped up and down on the stools.
“Now do we get to decorate?!”Hayley pleaded doe eyed.
“Of course.”Elizabeth answered as she placed small bowls of frosting before each child,”Hey Johnny!”She greeted noticing the head butler poking his head through the door,”Is there something wrong?”She asked her smile faltering as the man entered the room.
“Oh nothing. Just another neurotic french pastry chef gone haywire.”
“Okay.”Elizabeth went to untie her apron,”I’ll be right back, Za...”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go.”Snapping her head to stare at her brother, Zander winked,”I think I can calm him down. Ya know, from one chef to another.”
“Thanks.”Sending him an appreciative smile, she returned her attention to the twins and the mess they were creating.
“I love blue!!”Austen exclaimed dousing the cookie with fluff.
“Pink’s better....”Hayley gasped noticing a figure in the Center Hall. Startled, Elizabeth looked up to see Jason hesitantly entering the room.
“You’re back!”The twins shouted though not moving from their spot. Frowning slightly, the brunette noticed Jason’s intense focus on the children and not so much as a glance her way.
“Hey, you’re covered in frosting.”He smiled though his eyes lacked the usual spark.
“Excuse me, Sir?”Greg interrupted motioning to the hallway and Jason nodded.
“I have to go.”
“But will you be here for our birthday party?”Austen asked carefully, sensing his uncle’s readiness to leave the kitchen.
“Of course.”Jason replied giving a half hearted wink before exiting. Exchanging confused glances, the twins narrowed their eyes. And Elizabeth was left to stare at the doorway with a heavy heart.
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3:34 p.m.
January 10, 2004
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
Center Hall
For the third time since the party had began, Elizabeth glanced at Georgie who was stationed by the stairwell. Catching her boss’ eye, the young woman gave a sympathetic smile and a shake of the head.
Hearing the shrieks of excitement elicited from the twins, the brunette maintained the perfect hostess acts flawlessly; always smiling; always aiding guests in whatever they needed.
Gently holding her glass of wine, Elizabeth smoothed the invisible wrinkles to her trademark burgundy skirt suit. In an attempt to control her inner raging emotions, she gently brushed her hand over the diamond necklace shining brightly against her body.
“Holy Cow!!!”The twins suddenly shouted having opened a new gift. Their blue eyes admired the hockey jerseys carefully before snatching them out of the boxes.
“Geez Liz, you trying to take my place as favorite aunt or what?”Emily teased from her place on the couch beside Nikolas. Taking note of the dagger glare her friend sent, the young woman snapped her mouth shut.
“Elizabeth, how did you know their favorite teams?”Chloe asked appreciatively as her children bounced up and down with their jerseys in the air,”I mean it’s just that’s something Jaso...”The blonde paused catching the commotion making its way towards them.
The children hadn’t noticed and instead had opted to spring their way into Elizabeth’s arms. Bending down to their level, the brunette hugged the twins lovingly.
“Happy Birthd...”Jason trailed noticing the interaction between his niece and nephew and Elizabeth. Hearing his voice, the twins jumped back from the brunette’s arms.
“Well Jase, it’s about D A M N time you showed up.”Emily greeted flashing one of her smiles.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just got a little held up, but I’m here now.”He turned his attention to the children,”And I think....”He glanced to Dillon standing behind him,”...there’s something here for you two...”Taking the gifts from his aid, he held them out to the twins,”...you wouldn’t happen to be the same Austen and Hayley who have a birthday today, would you?”
Looking at each other quizzically, the twins tilted their heads. Their silence thoroughly confused the adults in the room. Hayley finally placed her hands on her hips.
“You mean...that gift wasn’t from you and Elizabeth?”She asked carefully, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she looked between the two adults. The brunette looked at Jason in hopes of him answering her own questions, but his eyes were guarded and not looking at her.
“Actually, Hales...”Elizabeth started, fearing her own voice would betray her,”Your Uncle Jason got you both something on his own.”
“Is something wrong?”The little girl questioned, her lips pouting at the sad look forming in Elizabeth’s eyes. Before she could respond, Georgie cleared her throat.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Ma’am there’s a call for you. It’s the President.”Watching her boss’ reaction, Georgie scolded herself.
“The President of what?”
“Actually it’s two. President Putin from Russia is on line one and President Chirac from France is on line two.”Nodding, Elizabeth made her way through the room. Rooted to his spot, Jason watched as she put as much distance as she could between the two of them as she passed by. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose and half turned to Dillon.
“How is it...”He started, his voice low,”...that they will not take my calls, but will hold and wait for her?”Dillon raised an eyebrow at the President.
“You don’t really want me to answer that, do you?”The aid replied.
“I know what you’re in!!”Austen shouted at his uncle,”H..E...double hockey sticks.”
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4:58 a.m.
January 12, 2004
Washington, D.C.
The White House
West Wing
Jogging away from the helicopter, Jason made his way to the open doors awaiting him. Shaking off the cold air, he felt Dillon fall into step beside him.
“Zander said he’d meet us in the hall with some food. You know, considering we haven’t eaten anything in the last ten hours.”The aid commented sarcastically. He was from California, and if there was anything he hated more it was the blistery cold winter.
“Hey, hey Dude. I have your favorite sandwich, just how you like it.”Zander greeted waiting by a table in the main hall. Throwing the chef a smile, the President reached for the coffee and warm meal.
“God, who the hell is up at this hour?”Dillon inquired noticing a light on in a distant office; he rechecked his watch. The chef merely shrugged.
“Like the Social Secretary.”At his words, Jason coughed as he took his first bite; Zander only smirked,”You know...”He added, maintaining his focus on Dillon,”...since Spikey over here went all Terminator, Elizabeth’s been working her ass off....”He paused making sure Jason was paying attention,”....to get all the state heads to show up for the Gala...”
“You mean heads of state.”Dillon corrected.
“Whatever. Bunch a pain in the asses as far as I’m concerned. Cuz of the time difference, she’s been pulling all nighters trying to convince them to fly to Washington and that you’re not such a dipshit.”Jason met Zander’s icy glare with one of his own.
“@#%$. How many nights has she been doing this?”The aid inquired, taken aback by the diplomatic weapon they never knew they had. Zander never removed his glare from the President’s.
“Since Anger Boy flipped out. Like one week.”
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11:34 p.m.
January 12, 2004
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
Elizabeth stepped off the elevator running a tired hand through her hair. Stifling a yawn, she began the silent walk to her private guest suite. At the sound of a door flying open, she turned and froze.
“Why the hell have you been pulling all nighters?”Jason’s voice may have been low, but it was loaded with anger. Snapping out of her tired streak, Elizabeth’s blue eyes burned back at him.
“Who the hell do you think you are, questioning me like that?”Closing her eyes she took a deep breath,”Actually, you know what? I’m very sorry, Mr. President...I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t give a @#%$, Sir.”She bit back and went to leave, but Jason reached her arm.
“Why are you doing this? I am handling it. I don’t need your help or anyone else’s....”
“Yeah and you’re doing one hell of a job, Mr. President.”She snorted, tugging her arm free,”Now let’s get something straight. My job is to maintain the image of this country through good times and bad. Now this Gala was going to be a first and almost everyone invited was going to attend, but since you defended my honor at the UN, something I might add that I respect, my job just became a lot harder. So I’ve had to kiss quite a few asses, Sir, because you’ve been slamming doors in everyone’s face. And I’m warning you right now, don’t you dare slam a door in front of me, Mr. President, don’t you dare.”
“When are you going to start calling me by my name again?”He sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
“When you start acting like Jason Morgan...Sir.”Looking away before she allowed a tear to fall, Elizabeth quickly made her way up the ramp to her room.
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5:10 a.m.
January 14, 2004
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Main Floor
Fighting back the tears, Elizabeth gently pulled away from Chloe’s embrace. The blonde made no effort to hide her own.
“I wish it would have worked out Liz, really I do. I appreciate everything you’ve done for us.”Chloe remarked stepping back so her sister could hobble forward.
“God, Jason is such a dumb ass.”Emily muttered as she hugged her best friend tightly, not caring for once that she was up before the sun rose,”I’m gonna miss you so much.”
“I’m going to miss you too.”Elizabeth echoed sniffling,”But we can still talk on the phone like before and of course you can come visit...Both of you.”Blinking her eyes to stop the welling of tears she gave a sad smile,”...all of you.”She added motioning to Georgie, Johnny, Brenda and Skye.
“I still can’t believe you’re leaving now. After all you did to get the Gala ready for tonight....”Georgie trailed,”...and I have to run it by myself...”The young woman burst into tears in the brunette’s arms.
“It’ll be alright Georgie, you’ll do fine.”Elizabeth comforted.
“Elle.”Zander interrupted stepping forward,”We like gotta go.”
Nodding mutely, Elizabeth took a step back to mesmerize the image of the people she cared about and where she was. A lone tear cascading down her porcelain face, she cleared her throat.
“I...I want to thank you all so much...for everything.”She whispered, her voice quivering. Giving a small wave, she turned to follow her brother out the door.
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7:35 a.m.
White House
Family Residence
President Morgan’s Bedroom
Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, Jason yawned as he made his way to the bureau. He paused as he reached for the top drawer, his eye catching a shiny object. Frowning, he noted the diamond necklace lying perfectly on top of the bureau...the necklace he had given Elizabeth for Christmas.
But it was a smaller object to its right that truly caught his eye. Picking up the small gold ring, his blue orbs narrowed as he struggled to place a memory to the familiar piece of jewelry.
And then it hit him like a ton of bricks.....
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11:10 a.m.
November 1, 1993
Greenwich, Connecticut
Morgan Mansion
The Gardens
Rushing down the last flight of stone steps, Jason came to a sudden and complete halt. Sitting quietly on the bench was Elizabeth; her long curly hair floating in the breeze.
“Hey!”She greeted with a smile as he approached,”You wanted to see me?”
“Yea....and I know we said goodbye last night, but...”He sighed raking a hand through his blonde hair,”....I couldn’t get something out of my mind.”Taking a seat next to her, he took a deep breath,”Remember awhile back when I said the problem with our parents’ marriages was because they never got along?”
“Yea...”Elizabeth nodded though confused at where he was going with it.
“They never got along, they could never talk to each other like...like we do. You know, we trust each other, we can say anything....”He stopped, berating himself to get to the point,”..I got you something for your birthday.”
Elizabeth gave a small smile as he placed the tiny black velvet box in her hands. Curious, she opened the lid to find a gold ring shining back.
“Jason it’s too muc....”
“Just let me get this out before I can’t.”He rubbed the back of his neck,”It’s...it’s supposed to symbolize us. I know you’re going away to England, but even though there’s an ocean separating us...we’ll always be connected.”He explained pointing to a large blue stone surrounded by two small diamonds.
“It’s beautiful.”She gushed ready to put it on a finger, but Jason ceased her actions.
“I uh....I don’t want to wind up like my parents. I want....”He closed his eyes in a frustrated sigh. -Damn it sounded so much better this morning-
“Jason?”Elizabeth asked, the concern marring her features.
“Will you make a deal with me...actually it’s more like a promise.”He paused before continuing,”Promise me that if neither of us is married is ten years...we’ll get married.”Elizabeth’s face contorted in confusion.
“You want me to marry you? Why?”She inquired half laughing. Jason’s face remained steady and serious.
“Because I want to know that the woman I marry, the woman I spend the rest of my life with is someone I can trust...someone I can always talk to...someone who’ll always be by my side.”He whispered, reaching for her hand.
“I...I promise.”She breathed watching in awe as he slid the ring onto her thumb.
“Elizabeth!!!!”A woman’s voice hollered from the mansion.
The brunette gripped Jason’s hand as the tears welled in her eyes.
“I have to go.”Elizabeth leaned forward into his arms for a hug. Pulling away, he kissed her forehead longer than necessary. Unable to hide her tears, Elizabeth sprung from the bench; their intertwined fingers parting with each step.
“Goodbye, Jason.”She whispered and then disappeared around the bend.
7:36 a.m.
January 14, 2004
Washington, D.C.
The White House
Family Residence
President Morgan’s Bedroom
Jason held the ring in the palm of his hand, watching as the stone twinkled back at him. Drawing out of the flashback, his breathing became heavy.
“@#%$....”He mumbled clutching the ring in his hand,”God Dammit!!”He shouted punching his fist on top of the dresser.
Swearing every obscenity in the book - and creating a few of his own - Jason went about pulling clothes out of his bureau. With his jeans on and a shirt clutched in his hand, he made his way to the door, slamming it against the wall.
The secret service agent whirled around, gun in hand. When he noticed no intruder, Greg furrowed his brows and slid the gun back in its holster.
“Is there a ....”
“Where’s Elizabeth?”Jason interrupted gruffly as he pulled his shirt on.
“She left.”Greg watched as the President halted his determined walk through the Center Hall.
“She left?”He echoed turning to face the guard,”Is she in her office? In a meeting? Where is she?”
Greg sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. When he signed up for this position, he had no idea it would entail him explaining the whereabouts of the President’s girlfriend. Nor to inform the President that she was an ex. Catching the icy glare Jason was shooting at him, his gun suddenly didn’t feel like enough.
“She packed her bags and moved out this morning.”
Jason contemplated the words for a moment. Nodding, he quickly made his way back to his suite.
“She must be with Zander then. I’ll call the hotel...”
“She’s going back to England, Jase.”Both men turned at the sad tone of Emily Morgan.
“What?!”Her brother exclaimed,”No, she wouldn’t leave now...not with her big Gala tonight...”
“Zander’s driving her to the airport. She’s leaving because you don’t appreciate her.”Her voice became sharper as the distance closed between them,”All she wanted was you...and you ignored her, pushed her away....”
“Emily...don’t...”Jason warned, his own voice breaking with emotion.
“Why not? Because it’s the truth?”Emily bit back standing directly in front of him,”Or because you just don’t have the time? God help me I love you Jason, but you have no idea what being the President of this country entails.”
“Emily...”He started running a hand over his tired face,”being the President means dealing with war, death and politics.”
“What about love Jason? Where does that fit in?”
He watched as his sister walked away, her retreating figure a reminder of the other brunette that had apparently walked away this morning.
“Good morning, Mr. President.”Dillon greeted exiting the elevator.
“You have a car?”The aid’s eyes clouded with confusion.
“Yes.”He replied slowly.
“Is it here?”Jason asked frustrated.
“Yea, it’s in the parking lot...”
“Give me the keys.”
Dillon - not about to contend with an obviously angry Jason - began to fish for the keys in his back pocket. The President, meanwhile, appeared seconds later from his suite with a leather jacket.
“I’m going...”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but not without a proper escort...”Greg called quickly following his boss down to the main stairwell.
“Like I give a @#%$, Greg.”Jason replied bolting down to the main floor to the West Wing.
“Oh hell...”Greg muttered chasing after the President,”...Liberty is on the move...I repeat..Liberty is on the move!”
“Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?!”Dillon shouted behind the agent as they maneuvered through the cubicles and offices of the West Wing.
“Lady Webber left!”The guard responded as they entered the lobby and passed by dazed fellow agents.
“Yea, that would do it.”The aid laughed as they entered the parking lot,”Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa....you are not driving my baby...”He ordered, catching his breath as he stared at the President.
“Either get in or get back.”Jason replied jumping into the driver’s seat. Dillon lept into the passenger seat as Greg called out to other Secret Service agents. The aid immediately latched his seat belt as the car flew back and then thrust forward.
“Mr. President, this is a 1997 Hennessey Venom 800 Twin Turbo. Please be careful.”
“Why do you think I picked it?”Jason replied, giving a half smirk as they burst through the wooden barricade and swerved into Pennsylvania Avenue.
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7:51 a.m.
Washington Dulles International Airport
British Airways Terminal
Shifting the weight of the bag on her shoulder, Elizabeth glanced at the line forming by the counter. Her fingers began playing with the place ticket, twirling it up and down. She let out a deep breath in an attempt to ease her nerves.
Folding a piece of hair behind her ear, she gave a half smirk when her fingers brushed the canvas of the baseball cap. But any sense of comfort diminished when she felt the flash. Flash equals camera. Camera equals photographer. Photographer equals paparazzi.
With a hand covering the side of her face, Elizabeth peaked through her fingers and swore. Glancing at the line in front of her, she sighed. She still had time; she could ditch the cameras an get back before the plane left.
“Zander!!”Jason shouted into his cell phone as he maneuvered the car through traffic.
“Whoa!”Dillon exclaimed as they changed lanes and pulled a sharp right.
“Yea...Which airport?!!....Don’t @#%$ with me right now!! Where is she?!!”
Dillon turned in his seat to stare out the rear window; his eyes widened. Sirens blaring, numerous police cars were chasing them intermingled with a few black SUVs.
“This is wrong on so many levels!”The aid raked a hand through his hair as he moved back.
Jason snapped his phone shut, throwing it carelessly onto the floor and slammed on the gas. Pressed against the seat, Dillon clutched his hands into the cushion.
“That...that sign said wrong way.”Dillon commented in a daze - helplessly watching as vehicles rapidly approached them,”Holy @#%$!!!”He shouted as the car swerved around a semi.
“Relax.”Jason replied dryly and then gave a smile,”This thing handles great.”
Dillon slowly looked over at his boss with narrowed eyes.
“Do you mind telling me where we’re going?”He inquired, his voice full of agitation.
“Dulles.”Dillon’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as the car took a sharp left.
Nearly a minute later, the car came to a halt by the front entrance. Before the aid could form a word, the President lept from the car and slipped into the airport.
Jason paused to take in the chaotic surroundings of Dulles before sprinting for the escalators. Weaving his way through the crowds, he became oblivious to the paparazzi snapping away.
As the President ran through the corridors of the airport, Secret Service agents and police officers overran the halls behind him. Dodging around the public, they struggled to keep up. In awe, they watched as he snaked his way through to the terminal and came to a stop at the counter.
“Elizabeth Webber, has...has she boarded the plane?”The woman looked at him thoroughly confused.
“The plane..is leaving.”
Sliding a look at the tunnel, he made a break for it. But someone grabbed his arm - then his other arm holding him back.
“No...let...no...”Jason struggled, but it was futile.
“We have Liberty...I repeat, we have Liberty.”Greg noted into the microphone of his sleeve.
He turned to watch as his boss stared out the window; a defeated look falling across his features. The agent sighed; it was her plane taking off in the distance.
“Let him go.”The agent ordered softly.
His hands on his hips, Jason moved closer to the window. With each second that went by, the plane grew smaller and smaller until it vanished into the distance.
He felt Dillon come up behind him, but Jason couldn’t tear his eyes away from the window. Letting out a shaky sigh, he raked a hand through his hair.
“I never got a chance to tell her I love her.”He said to no one in particular.
“This way, Sir.”Greg motioned and Jason followed the entourage, his head hanging.
The entourage walked past the passengers gathering for the next flight; many of which were sitting down. And in the front row, a lone figure lowered a magazine.
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7:55 p.m.
Washington, D.C.
United States Congress
A Spare Office
Pacing the floor, Jason studied the speech in his hands, rereading it despite having mesmerized every word. The clearing of a throat echoed through the room, causing him to turn.
“They’re waiting.”
He eyed Luke carefully. Shrugging, Jason turned his back to the man, dropping the pages onto a the bare desk.
“It’s not eight yet.”
“Mr. President...”Luke trailed at Jason’s outstretched arms.
“There’s no one around Luke. No need for the formalities.”
“Alright. You’re a bum.”
Narrowing his ice cold blue eyes, Jason took a step toward the man.
“Excuse me?”
Giving a typical Spencer smile, Luke shrugged.
“You heard me cowboy, you’re a bum. A damn fool. An idiot...”
“Yea, I got that.”Jason sighed, plopping himself into the desk chair,”I’m well aware of the fact that I’m an idiot.”
Taking a seat across from the President, Spencer leaned back in the leather chair. His old blue eyes concentrated on the younger’s features.
“You’re a good man, Jason. You got a good heart...I’m not doubting that.”Spencer paused to brush a piece of lint off his suit coat,”That’s why I picked you all those years ago. When your father died in that plane crash, I knew you could handle being a Congressman.
“And when A.J. was removed, there was no one better to fit the position as Speaker of the House. You got it in you kid. You’re a born leader and you’re gonna do more great things for this country than most people do in a lifetime.
“Now, I’m not going to sit here and say it was wrong for you to punch Lanslov...Lord knows I would’ve done the same. I know you learned your lesson. I just hope you know how lucky you are. If it wasn’t for Elizabeth....”
“I’m well aware how screwed I’d be...”Jason interrupted.
“Well you’re not outta the woods yet kid, but that Gala after the speech tonight....it’s a good start.”
Luke stood up, smoothing his jacket. Giving a trademark smirk, he stepped forward.
“Good luck tonight, Mr. President.”He stated shaking Jason’s hand,”Go get ‘em.”
Giving a nod as Luke exited the office, Jason sat back down in his chair. Retrieving the pieces of paper containing his speech off the desk, he allowed the chair to swivel.
Taking a deep breath, Jason surveyed the words without focus. His back to the door, he didn’t bother to turn as the door creaked open. Nor did he look up when he heard it shut.
“Did you mean what you said?”
His head snapped up at the soft voice; his eyes locking with the woman’s own blue. Getting up from the chair, Jason swallowed the large lump in his throat.
“What...When?”
Elizabeth seemed unfazed by the situation, taking the opportunity to close the distance between them. Her chocolate curls in an elegant up do; the deep wine silk of her gown flowing at her every move; her diamond chandelier earrings rocking back and forth.
“At the airport. I saw you standing by the window. And I overheard what you said.”She came to stop a few feet from him,”Did you mean it?”
Finding it very difficult to breathe, Jason shoved his hands in the pockets of his suit coat and came in contact with a small object. Momentarily bewildered, his eyes tore away from her to the small velvet box peaking out of the pocket. In awe, he belatedly wondered how it was he still carried it around.
“You came back.”He whispered, his eyes shooting back up to hers,”Why?”
“I didn’t leave.”She answered, her nose scrunching slightly,”And you didn’t answer my question.”
“I went after you.”He took a step towards her.
“I know.”
“I remembered about the promise.”He took another step towards her.
“I know.”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”Elizabeth whispered as he stopped directly in front of her.
“I’ve been a jerk.”
“I know.”Jason placed a finger on her lips effectively silencing her.
“When they told me you were leaving, I couldn’t think of anything, but to get you back. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you by my side. I want you by my side. I want yo....”He paused to take the small velvet box out of his pocket,”....will you marry me?”
Elizabeth felt the tears welling in her eyes, her vision blurring. She could feel her breathing become uneven as she looked up at his face. A million thoughts cascading through her mind, one suddenly became excruciatingly clear. About to ask him the very question, she realized she didn’t need to.
Jason’s eyes said it all. It was the reason she never got on the plane to begin with. It was the reason she never could leave. He loved her and she loved him. And it was as simple as that.
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8:02 p.m.
United States Congress
The House of Representatives
“We're waiting for what we hope is only moments for the 44th President to enter and give the State of the Union...”
Elizabeth smiled from her place between Emily and Chloe in the balcony. The sisters, in their own elegant attire, were talking non stop in hushed excited tones. The petite brunette glanced fondly down at her left hand and the very large diamond placed on her ring finger.
“So I suppose this means you won’t be Social Secretary anymore.”Emily trailed with an amused smirk.
“I suppose not.”Elizabeth replied not even looking at her friend.
“Well Lady Webber...”Chloe mimicked an English accent,”It seems as though you’re to take up the position of First Lady of the United States of America.”
“It seems so.”She answered, her eyes immediately focusing on the opening double doors.
“Mr. Speaker....The President of the United States!!!”
Joining every person in the room, Elizabeth rose from her seat and began clapping. Nodding mutely at some comment Chloe made in her ear, her eyes remained solely on her fiancé - a gentle smile gracing her lips.
Shaking the hands of Senators and Congressional leaders alike as he made his way down the aisle, Jason took an opportunity to glance up in the balcony. There Elizabeth stood - poised, proud and glamourous as ever to welcome his arrival.
Sharing a look with the love of his life - and the future First Lady - he felt his own smile grow. Continuing his walk to the podium, Jason felt oddly at ease. After glancing briefly at the microphone, he surveyed the crowd assemble; secretly admiring the sheer force of the moment. Words began to filter into the teleprompter and Jason - catching a quick glimpse of Elizabeth - felt himself stand a bit taller.
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