Saturday, December 25, 2010

Some Christmas Stories

 Safe Temptation  
Updated 2011 



Rating: R If it’s going to be higher I will rate that chapter differently.This is my first fan fic ever. I’ve been an avid reader and decided to try one myself! I want to thank my beta Beth!! Without you I couldn’t or wouldn’t of done this!  ~Sarah

Prologue:
Elizabeth Webber-Spencer had another sleepless night. It’s been nearly two months since she found out the results of her paternity test. She only knew the actual results. Jason Morgan was going to be a father and he had no idea. Jason Morgan was the man that she had a magnetic pull with for last eight years and who unwillingly held her heart. But he was also Jason Morgan alleged mob enforcer. He was under the impression that Elizabeth’s husband Lucky was the father as was the whole town.


It’s been nearly five months since Elizabeth had a good night’s sleep. And pregnancy was not to be blamed for Elizabeth’s insomnia. No it was guilt and loss that kept her awake at night. Guilt that she was depriving the man she loves his child. Guilt for lying to her husband. Not only about her amazing night with Jason, but about the paternity of her baby. Lucky had stopped using pills and entered rehab just because Elizabeth was pregnant with “his” child. And loss, loss that she would never again feel the arms or the lips of the man that she loved. He was trying to make his relationship work with Sam. And everyone thought it was better that Lucky was the baby’s father. Well everyone except Elizabeth. The last time that Elizabeth slept soundly was that fateful night ion August.

The dreams started the same night that she went to the penthouse to tell Jason the results of the paternity test. It turned out that he already knew the results. Well at least he thought he did. Carly had told him that Lucky was the father and according to Jason that was better for everyone. The fact that Carly told him all on the assumption the Elizabeth hadn’t quit her job really aggravated Elizabeth.

The dreams started off innocent enough. She would dream about what the baby would like or if the baby was going to be a girl or a boy. Then the dreams started to play out like her own personal movie. Sometimes she would dream about the Morgan Family. Jason, Cam, the baby and herself would be doing normal everyday things together. Like reading a bedtime story or celebrating Christmas. After those dreams Elizabeth would wake up disappointed to see who was lying in the bed next to her.

Other times she would dream of the Spencer Family. These dreams were different. She usually dreamt of herself, Cam and the baby. Lucky was rarely in them. But they always took place in the Spencer House. There was never any joy in those dreams. Just a feeling of emptiness.

Now it was Christmas and she was miserable. And for a self-proclaimed Christmas freak this was horrible. But once again Elizabeth would plaster a fake smile on her face and show the world that she was okay. Cameron deserved to a wonderful holiday no matter what. Her son had a tough year and Elizabeth decided she was going to make this the best Christmas ever.

Cameron never knew his father, Sander Smith. He died shortly after Cameron was conceived. Elizabeth had worked hard to make a life for her son. She became a nurse because she couldn’t support them on her salary from Kelly’s. Then she rekindled her relationship with Lucky, in part to give Cam a positive male role model. But that didn’t turn out the way Elizabeth wanted she was forced to send Cam to live with her Gram this summer when Lucky’s drug abuse got out of hand.

Zander Smith sat in heaven and looked down on his son and Elizabeth. At first he couldn’t believe he was actually in heaven because of all the horrible things he did when he was alive. But it was explained to him that he made it to heaven because of Cameron. He was to be his son’s own private guardian angel. He was also to keep an eye on Elizabeth since his son needed his remaining parent to be alright. Up until this summer he had never seen a problem in his son’s life. He was proud on Elizabeth. She had made a life for herself and their son. Then Lucky started abusing pills. Lucky did so much damage that he drove Elizabeth into the arms of another man. Zander knew it was time for him to step in and take care of his family. And however clich├ęd it sounded holiday dreams do come true. He was going to make sure of it.  ~One:

Beautiful Memoirs Holiday Theme

2010
Elizabeth Webber picks up a stranded Jason Morgan from the side of the road and takes him home to her family at Christmas. 


2009
Secret Santa
When Edward Quartermaine offers a $50,000 reward for the identity of Port Charles' Secret Santa, Elizabeth Webber sets out to unmask the famed gift giver, but finds something worth a lot more than that.    Read more: 

How the Internet Saved Christmas  by Sterryvit   
Jacob Martin Webber knew his years of visits from Santa were numbered. Both his brother and mother said that once you turned 10 Santa stopped coming because there were always more children that he needed to visit. Since he had only two more visits from the jolly fat man he was going to make them count.   Rated: K+   Part 1  Part 2  Part 3   Part 4 


 2008

All I want for Christmas

Christmas Angel  by Swish

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Beautiful Dream Award Winners



by Soapgeek



New York City…2 years ago
 

It’s not every day that you have to question whether you’ll live through the night.   As a matter of fact, when you’re an actress, that doesn't usually top your list of concerns. Usually your focused on your current job, career longevity, and who your biggest competition in the industry may be. 

With that in mind, Elizabeth Webber felt completely out of her comfort zone today. While she was an actress - and a good one at that, she had never thought she would be using those skills while not before an audience or camera.

Tonight was Opening Night for Romeo and Juliet on Broadway and Elizabeth Webber had landed the lead. Unfortunately the average person working on the show, or coming to sit in the audience, or even strolling by the theater had no idea how dangerous it was to be there. Sure they told her that she was safe, they had it under control; but did they really? Who exactly were they anyway? 

As if living through the night wasn’t enough stress, the success or failure of the show was also looming over Elizabeth, putting further weight on her already over burdened shoulders. You never saw a Shakespeare play done on Broadway these days; it wasn’t considered a big draw. Shakespeare was done in the park during the summer, or in small local theaters. The average tourist coming to New York wanted to see singing witches or dancing Disney characters;at least that is what the cast and crew of this show had been told over and over since the first read through. 

All joking aside, and despite the fact he wanted to know the answer to Taggart’s question, Jason needed to get down to business. 

“Whatever asshole, just listen. I know this might sound a bit crazy but I just have a gut feeling this is all wrong. I don’t think there is a bomb here. I think we are looking in the wrong place, it’s too obvious. We know there is nothing in the building right now, or around its perimeter. None of the people working here are carrying anything either. I know that doesn’t rule out audience members which is why we have the right security in place, but something just doesn’t feel right.” 

Taggert immediately sobered at Jason’s words. If there was one thing he knew it was to trust Jason’s gut instincts. Doing just that had saved their lives more times then he wanted to count through the years. There wasn’t a single operative in the world that Taggert - or any other member of their private security firm - trusted more than Jason. 

“You know damn well I never doubt your gut instinct. What do you think we should do?”
Just as Taggert finished that thought, Jason’s phone rang. 

Jason flipped it open after checking the id, “All clear, go ahead.” 

Taggert watched as Jason’s listened to the caller and his posture took on that edge of action. They would be moving out, and they would be doing it in mere minutes. 


“Shit, that’s exactly what I was afraid of,” Jason was clearly receiving disturbing information; he did a quick watch check. “Okay, we’ll be out of here in 10 minutes and on the next flight.” 

Jason closed his phone and turned to Taggert. “Let the producers know their show is in the clear. The office just got a call from the FBI, the extremists sent them a video message. They’ve kidnapped 4 dignitaries and thanked us for our gullibility. While we wasted all our effort here, they were half way around the world executing their real plan.”

“Son of bitch,” Taggert began to ready himself. 

It was that moment that Elizabeth arrived at her dressing room door and took in the clipped precision of the men’s movements. 

Jason and Taggert were keenly aware of her arrival but continued their actions. Taggert was flipping his previous multicolored vest inside out only to reveal its actual function. His multipurpose vest looked remarkably military like and the pockets held items Elizabeth couldn’t even identify, other than knowing they weren’t for hair and makeup and were clearly of a deadly nature. Marcus’ mannerisms were also markedly different. 

Jason was taking the clip out of his gun and looking at her as if she was a problem he wasn’t sure how to handle. It took Elizabeth about 2 seconds before she got a clear picture of what was happening. The only confusing part was that the men were disarming themselves like they were packing up shop.


Marcus was the first to break the strained silence and he at least had the wherewithal to use his regular voice, “I am sorry for any deception Ms. Webber, but it was necessary.” Jason and Marcus were clearly poised to leave immediately, there was an urgency hanging thick in the air, “You should be a hundred percent safe at this point. “
Elizabeth nodded at the clear purpose and conviction in Marcus’ tone and both his and Jason’s stance. Then she remembered she was angry. 

“So do I get to know anything? I have been lied to for weeks apparently,” she gave Taggert a look of contempt, “and lived on edge for days thinking they may be my last. All to help you uncover a threat that you are now saying is miraculously gone?” 

It was crystal clear to Elizabeth that it was Jason in charge so she stepped within inches of his face before finishing, “What the hell is going on and how the hell do I know that my friends are safe? You both are clearly liars, so how do I know what you are saying is true?”
While Jason felt slightly bad that he couldn’t stand around and explain things, he also knew that wasn’t his job. Priority one was always the job. 

He gave an upward nod to Taggert in a silent message to take off and let the producers know their show was safe, they’d meet up later. Taggert immediately complied and quickly but silently exited the room, only pausing briefly to touch Elizabeth’s shoulder in an attempt to reassure her. He tossed Jason his vest and then Marcus was gone. 

Jason looked back at her with his piercing blue eyes that gave nothing away. “You don’t ma’am. All I can do is swear to you that you and your friends are safe, this bomb threat was all a decoy.” 

The two were only inches away from each other; their breaths both shallow and rapid. The unspoken question of trust permeated the silence. In the distance the clear sounds of normalcy backstage continued on despite the highly abnormal situation. In a few short seconds Jason and any of his team that had been here would disappear, and it was clear that Elizabeth could say nothing. She had to pretend none of this happened and once again the proverbial show must go on. 

“Fine, I will trust you. That is not something I do easily Mr. Moorehouse, so don’t make me regret that.”

Something about Elizabeth made Jason want to show her that her trust was warranted. It was an odd and wholly disconcerting feeling, he never cared what others thought but something made him say it. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it before saying the words he hadn’t said to anyone outside his inner circle in years. 

“It’s Morgan, Elizabeth, my name is Jason Morgan.” 

Elizabeth knew in that moment that he had taken a huge risk in telling her something he rarely told others. It was a show of good faith, he trusted her. He deserved the same in return. “Thanks for telling me that. I think you know I won’t tell anyone that information.”
He nodded knowingly. 

She smiled slightly before continuing, “Now get out of here and go do whatever it is you really do. Tell Marcus - or whatever his name is - when you all get back from wherever you are going, he owes me big time.”

Jason’s only response was a quick nod before taking one last soul searching look into Elizabeth’s eyes. It looked like he was about to say something but then in what seemed like a blink, he rushed by her and out her door. All Elizabeth felt was the tiniest hint of a breeze gloss over her skin in his wake. It left a trail of goose bumps. 

The bomb threat was gone, she should be happy her life would be back to normal. Yet, something told her life was never going to be the same again.  

2010 Winners

Friday, December 10, 2010

"Deserted Island sympathically decides to help give you a sense of intimacy.  You have 3 choices 1: A flying fish hovers next to your ear and gently nibbles the lobe. 2. A palm tree bends over and gently caresses your back with its stalks. 3. A mist forms in front of your face and a breeze gently blows the mist on ...your lips feeling like a kiss. For me, 1. I dig flying fish and my ears are ultra sensitive."

Christopher R.  Coppola @Facebook


Responded:  "Can I use this in my fanfiction? I'll give you credit and royalties its so beautiful."

Mr. Coppola: " Sure, Ms. Liason, but what the heck is fanfiction?"




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