Title: She's Everything
Disclaimer: Own Nothing, but the Storyline
As night falls, Jason Morgan makes his way into the local bar, Jake's. It wasn't unusual for him to be in the bar on a Friday night, but this night was unlike any night before. He walks inside, ordering his usual bottle of beer before picking up a pool stick and racking 'em up.
The usual women can be found scattered throughout the establishment, each more predictable than the last. If he was into it, Jason could have one or more of them in his bed within seconds of meeting them, but that wasn't his life anymore.
Women like that don't even register in his mind by this point. No. His mind is set on one woman and one woman only. Glancing at the door every now and then, what's left of Jason's focus is on his beer and his game. Nothing else matters until she walks through the door.
He's been anticipating this night for many months now. He's been literally counting down the days, right down to the hours until he sees her again. Having a girlfriend in college wasn't how he imagined it would be. Maybe it was because his first experience with having a girlfriend in college was horrible, but this time it wasn't so bad.
When they couldn't talk on the phone, they wrote letters, mostly when he's away on business. Sometimes they even managed to take some time to visit each other. There was never a dull moment between them, never an awkward encounter, not a single wasted second shared. Its because of her that he doesn't need blank faces to warm his bed. Many of his habits were squashed when they decided to dive head first into a committed relationship.
It had been a first for both of them. Usually active single people, now satisfied and content in a real locked down relationship. Years ago, Jason would have never thought a relationship like this was possible. Not for someone like him anyway. Years ago, if someone would have told him that he'd be in a relationship and happy, he would have told them they were insane. Yet here he was, waiting for his girlfriend, knowing that once she's in his arms he'll be complete.
"From the women at the end of the bar." the waitress says, holding out the bottle of beer.
"Not interested." Jason says plainly. "But I'll take a refill."
"Coming right up." the waitress smirks, walking back to the women and setting the beer down in front of them. "He's not interested."
The two women couldn't believe that they'd been rejected. Men always pine after them, beer being the best motivator for those that are shyest. Jason, on the other hand, didn't even glance back at them to see how they took the rejection. He really didn't care. Accepting the beer from the waitress, he glanced at the door before returning his focus to his game. He's about to make the next shot when one of the women come up and blocks his way. Standing up, Jason eyes her plainly.
"Hi." she says seductively. "I think you returned this by mistake."
"No." Jason pushes the bottle of beer back to her. "Wasn't a mistake."
"Oh, come on." she hops onto the table. "Its not poisonous. I'm just trying to be nice."
Jason stands there, a blank look on his face, not uttering another word. The woman seemed to enjoy the fact that he was being silent while all he wanted was for her to be gone. As he's looking at her, Jason wondered what he ever saw in women like her. She was his usual type. Blonde hair, stripper's body, and an easy lay. Looking at her now, seeing the kind of women he was into, Jason felt sick to his stomach.
"There has to be something I can do to change your mind?" she bats her eyes, tugging on his jacket to pull him closer. "You name it, I can do it."
"Don't touch me." Jason yanks her hands from his body, shoving them out of his grasp before closing the distance between them. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
"I'm a big girl." she smirks, eyeing him coaxingly. "Don't knock me till you try me."
"Been there, done that." Jason says plainly. "Never doing it again."
"I've never met you before." she looks offended. "I'd remember that."
"Screw one blonde slut, you've screwed them all." Jason says, picking up his beer. "Go find someone else to make you feel important."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" the woman exclaims, grabbing his arm and making him look at her.
Just as he's about to say something, a fist comes out of nowhere, knocking the woman on her ass.
"Never do that again." Elizabeth Webber states sternly, glaring down at the woman. "I'd hate to kill you."
"Do something!" the blonde says to her friend.
"Try me." Elizabeth dares the other woman to get involved. "I dare you."
Jason couldn't help but stare at her in all her beauty. It was just like her to knock a woman on the her ass whenever they got too close to him. It wasn't that she was the jealous type because she was far from it. She just likes proving the point that he's hers and she's his. Something that he definitely didn't mind because he proves that point enough whenever their together around other men. She turns away from the blonde, once she knows that the other wasn't going to do anything, to look at him with an intense gaze.
"Hey." she says with a smirk. "Missed you."
"Missed you, too." Jason assures, wrapping his arms around her to kiss her soundly. "Wanna go for a ride?"
"I thought you'd never ask." she says, taking his hand and walking out of the bar with him. "I can't leave you alone for even a second."
"You act like it doesn't happen to you." Jason counters, holding out the helmet. "Where to?"
"Nowhere." she says with a smirk, straddling the bike behind him. "As fast as it can go."
"You got it." he starts it up, revving the engine before taking off into the night.
The feel of her arms around his waist is the only feeling he focuses on as they ride through the streets. With her college finally over, he knows that they'll never have to be without the other for a long time. Everything is better when they're together. He sees the world differently, he sees his life differently, he sees everything differently.
Some people say that knowing each other the way they do isn't a good thing. They say that the relationship will dull and the love will fade because it becomes a ritual, but they couldn't be more wrong. Knowing each other so well, knowing every last detail of the other person, makes their relationship that much worth while. There's no guess work when it comes to surprising the other person. There's no miscommunication between them, knowing exactly what the other means and accepting it for what it is.
They've seen each other at their best and worst. Even with their immense knowledge of the other, there are still bad times. They argue like any other couple, maybe more, but they always end up together. They always fall back on the path they've chosen and they always know that, no matter what happens, they're it for each other.
Parking just shy of the bridge to nowhere, Jason helps her off the bike before dismounting it himself. She waits for him, like she always has, taking his hand and walking to stand in the middle. So many memories can be felt on this bridge. Good and bad. They both embrace every last one of them as they stand there. Elizabeth's stomach is flush against the railing, the wind blowing against her face as his arms encircle her waist. She's missed this feeling the most while she was away. The feeling of the wind and his arms holding her close.
She lays her head back against his chest. Relishing in the moment that she has craved for while she was away at college. So many things lay ahead for her when the sun rises over the horizon, but she won't think of it now. She won't let any stresses that life has in store ruin the moment she's sharing with him. Just like Jason won't let the business plague his mind while he's with her.
"Welcome home." Jason whispers in her ear, kissing her temple.
"Thank you." Elizabeth closes her eyes to embracing every second she has with him. "Its good to be home."
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