Title: Love is Always Enough

Author: Brooke

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Type: Episode Rewrite of April 1st (how things should've happened)

Summary: Disappointed with Courtney's reaction to Sam's 'ex-stripper' comment? I know I was. Mad that Jason didn't go after Court? Read on dear Journey fans!

CHAPTER 1:

A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfic, so please; bear with me if you hate it. I’ll try to improve myself over time. Also, the first dialogue is credited to tvmegasite.net and that’s the reason it is just plain old’ dialogue. There will be a couple of sections with the original dialogue from the show, but I only used it for authenticity, and partially because the only part of GH I’ve watched in the past few days is the “Sam’s Dress” scene, I was too upset to continue watching. Anyway, I’ll shut up now and let you (hopefully) enjoy the fic.

Sam: Which should just --[spills wine]

Jason: Oh, my --

Sam: Thrill you to --

Jason: What are you --?

Sam: I don't know what I’m doing! My dress!

Jason: Forget the dress!

Sam: Jason, please, get it off!

Jason: Look what you did to the rug!

Sam: It's going to stain! I'm begging you! Please -- it's going to stain! Sonny bought me this dress! I can't get it off! I'm not going to be able to get it off!

Jason: Ok, ok, ok, ok.

Sam: Please help me.

Jason: Gosh, what --

Courtney: Get the hell away from my husband. That didn't take long.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Courtney: What do you think Sonny's going to do when he finds out that you've been trying to seduce his best friend?

Sam: Courtney, I spilled red wine on my dress.

Courtney: Oh, yeah, and you asked Jason to help you out of it? How original.

Jason: It was an accident.

Courtney: No, Jason, it was her first move, and it was totally transparent. Do you really think that Jason could be that easily manipulated?

Sam: No, but obviously you do.

Courtney: You know Jason is loyal to Sonny. Besides, he wouldn't touch trash like you.

Sam: Why are you flipping out like this, Courtney? Why don't you say what's really bothering you?

Courtney: You don't miss a trick, do you, and, yes, I mean that literally. What did you think, dropping your clothes in front of Jason was going to get you into his bed?

Sam: I'm just trying to understand how your paranoia works. I am with Sonny. Why would I want to seduce Jason?

Courtney: It's called leverage. Ok, you get Jason into bed, and then you use it to blackmail him. Think about it, Jason. I mean, this is what Sam does. It all came out in the custody hearing.

Sam: No, you don't know anything about me, Courtney.

Courtney: Oh, yeah? Well, I know that you were arrested for selling sex.

Sam: Says the ex-stripper.

Courtney just stood there, speechless. Who does this tramp think she is? “Sam knows nothing about how much of myself I gave up for AJ by stripping.” She thought angrily. Her emotions were just a blur…confused, furious, hurt, jealous, and aching for Jason, her Jason, to reassure her of everything she had become since then.

But what had she become exactly? A woman who claimed to love her husband, but then gave him up because of the one thing he thought he was good at: being Sonny’s enforcer? But if she rejected Jason, why didn’t she turn and run from her brother? Sonny Corinthos just happened to be one of Port Charles’ notorious mobsters, but she didn’t turn against him.

In a futile attempt to hide her mix of emotions from Jason, the one person who truly knew her, she turned away from his concerned gaze. The sky blue eyes that she used to find comfort in were now haunting her. Those eyes held all the joyful and painful moments Mr. and Mrs. Jason Morgan had shared together since they’d met, and pushed Courtney to stop fighting herself. She and Jason were healthy, married to each other, and in love. She was their only obstacle.

Sighing in defeat, Courtney slid to the ground, her back resting against the side of Sonny’s couch, and after months of pretending to be calm, collected, and sometimes even happy, she let her pain take over. Tears fell and sobs racked her body as she cried. She cried for the way AJ had deceived her, she cried for her miscarried baby, she cried for her broken family, she cried for Jason.

 CHAPTER 2:

A/N: What do you think so far? I’ve got a ton more coming, and I intend to update as frequently as possible. I love reading this fic, even if everyone else thinks it’s awful. Let me know though about any ways I could improve, or ways to stay the same, etc. Sorry for not making my chapters longer, I have quite a bit of story written, I just like dividing the story my own way.

His blue eyes glazed over. Sam had no right to speak one word against Courtney. “She doesn’t know her like I do.” He thought. His instincts took over and grabbing a handful of greasy ebony hair, he half dragged, half shoved Sam McCall towards the staircase.

“Hey! Watch it!” she screeched, but she could take a hint. As she held one hand over her chest and rubbed the other over her sore scalp, Sam quietly made her way up the stairs, a smirk on her face. She had won…or so she thought.

How Jason longed to throw Sam out, and to shield Courtney from the painful memories, but this wasn’t his penthouse, it was Sonny’s, and he was pretty sure that Courtney didn’t want his protection.

Downstairs, Jason hesitantly moved closer to where Courtney had collapsed against the couch and was now crying. He ached to take her in his arms and make sure she knew she was more than an ex-stripper, so much more.

“Jason?” she managed to choke out. She hoped he hadn’t gone upstairs with Sam to ‘help her with her dress.’ Her sobs renewed themselves at the thought of him moving on…to anyone.

“Courtney, I’m right here.” he said as he forgot his initial hesitation, and quickly closed the remaining space between the two of them to be at her side. Easing himself slowly to the floor, he cautiously wrapped his arms around her sobbing form, yet keeping as much distance as possible to avoid causing her even more discomfort. Yet, Jason sensed no tension in her body from being in his arms, so her pulled her closer, and as he did, her sobs subsided and her head came to rest on his chest.

It was in this moment that she truly stopped fighting herself. Jason, without a word, had comforted her, completed her. Sitting here like this, in his strong arms, his chest her pillow, and him stroking her light blonde hair, most of which clung to her tear-stained face; she was home.

Feeling completely content, Courtney sighed in happiness, and slowly wrapped her arms around Jason’s waist.

“Courtney, I thought that--…” he started before Courtney cut him off.

“Shh, Jason.” she said as she touched her index finger gently to his lips “Love is always enough.” She finished, her voice now no more than a whisper.

Staring down into her amazing eyes that he so easily and frequently got lost in, he grinned, his blue eyes sparkling like never before. Noticing a stray tear rolling down her cheek, he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb.

A smile tugged at her lips, as sparks jolted through her at his tender touch. Happiness shone in her eyes as she tilted her head upwards, and their gazes met and locked, as they each contemplated the depth behind her statement.

‘Love isn’t always enough’ is something each of them had said and heard, but they each knew that wasn’t true in their case, love would always be enough, if they let it.

CHAPTER 3

A/N: I only got one review so far, but I’m not going to let that get me down because I’m truly enjoying this story. Just writing it makes me happier. I’ll write when the French teacher (a language I already know fluently by the way) starts talking, or during grammar class, whenever I get the chance. I won’t let this story die until it’s completed, as that’s one thing that’s always disappointed me, unfinished and abandoned fanfics, lol. Anyway, enough blah and more Journey! Here’s chapter 3!

Jason had closed his eyes, drinking in the moment, never wanting it to end, when he felt her soft lips on his, as she kissed him ever so gently. He kissed her back, holding her face tenderly in his hands, hardly believing this was actually happening.

Pulling slightly away from the kiss, she rested her forehead on his, before leaning over and whispering “Take me home, Jason.” To be sure he didn’t second-guess her statement, she passionately kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“To the loft?” he teased, breaking their kiss, earning him a whack on the chest. “Kidding!” he said with a laugh as he stood up and held his hands out to Courtney, who slowly but confidently placed her hands in his.

He quickly pulled her to her feet, and without warning, swept her up in his arms.

“Jason!” he shrieked in mock protest. He just smiled down at her.

“Max?” Jason yelled, pausing in the hallway with Courtney in his arms to talk to the guard.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan?” the dutiful guard responded, shocked to see Mrs. Morgan in Jason’s arms.

“Ms. McCall is not to leave or have any visitors.” Jason ordered before walking away.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan.” Max answered with a nod. He smiled as they left. They looked just like newlyweds again.

Jason and Courtney were so enchanted by each other, that neither of them noticed the elevator doors open behind them, revealing a surprised, but thrilled Sonny Corinthos, watching as Jason carried Courtney into their penthouse, their home.

“Marco?” Sonny called out, searching for his employee.

“Yes, Mr. Corinthos, sir?” Marco stammered as he appeared from around the corner.

“Go to Mrs. Morgan’s loft, pack up her things and bring them back to the Morgans’ penthouse. Tell them ‘Congrats from Sonny.’” He requested, a full smile on his face as he walked down the hall.

Opening the door to Penthouse 4, he saw Sam standing on the staircase in a black negligee. Instantly his smile disappeared. In a cold and emotionless voice, he spoke to her.

“Pack your stuff.”

“Ooh, where are we going this time? Back to ‘the island’?” she gushed as she came the steps, completely oblivious to the moment of clarity he’d had in the hall.

“’We’ are not going anywhere. There never was a ‘we’ and there never will be.” Sonny answered, not caring that what he said might hurt her, as he walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of water.

“Wha-at?” Sam stammered, her voice quaking.

“I said, ‘pack your crap and get out of my house!’” he roared, throwing his glass at the spot on the wall, immediately above her head.

“Sonny, I thought that you and I had something…” she started to mumble, to try and change his mind, but he didn’t give her the chance.

“I don’t care what you thought. I don’t care about you!” Sonny yelled back as he walked out of the penthouse, slamming the door with all his strength, behind him.

As Sonny stormed towards the elevator, he called back to Max. “Kick Sam out of the penthouse, and have someone use the sheets from the master bedroom as fuel for the fire!” he ordered through his anger.

Upon hearing Sonny screaming, and fearing the worst, that he was in the middle of another breakdown, Courtney and Jason rushed out of their penthouse, Courtney’s hair tangled, and her wearing a soft white robe, and Jason came out behind her in only a pair of jeans.

“Nice hair, Court.” Sonny commented with a wink, and a grin, flashing his dimples. Courtney blushed as Jason put his arms around her waist and tugged her back into their home, shutting the heavy door behind them.

A muffled, ‘Bye Sonny’ was heard through the door as Sonny just laughed and pushed the elevator button. He had something to do.

CHAPTER 4:

A/N: I’m really getting into this fic and am really encouraged by your reviews. Keep ‘em coming and maybe I’ll get off my lazy butt and type what I’ve written out so far, lol. Anyway, the next few (2-3) chapters are CarSon centered, as I’m a huge CarSon fan as well. HottguysofGH(Jason – this is dedicated to you as you mentioned it in your review, although these chapters were already written, lol. Enjoy! Btw, I have nothing against Rick Hearst. He’s an amazing actor, I just don’t like Ric Lansing, the character, not the person, please remember that!

Sonny smiled at the two people in front of him and knew exactly what had caused their obvious disarray, but it went deeper than that, half of his broken family had been glued back together, and his mind couldn’t help but wander to where his other half was. Carly was probably making out with that freak, while Michael and Morgan were upstairs alone.

He sighed. He missed his family more than a drowning man missed oxygen. “No, I will not run to her and apologize for her mistakes.” He thought stubbornly. Suddenly his phone rang. Pulling it out, he answered it with obvious frustration.

“Yeah?”

“Daddy, a bad man’s in the house. Me, Mommy, and Morgan need you.” He heard the urgent voice of his son Michael.

“Michael? Don’t worry. Stay away from the bad man! I’m on my way.” Sonny answered as he punched the button for the elevator. Quickly becoming frustrated, he gave up. “Screw it.” He thought as he rushed towards the stairwell.

Minutes later, Sonny was pulling up to Carly’s house. Pulling his loaded gun out of his coat pocket, he dashed towards the door, silently praying he wasn’t too late. The door was already open; he knew he didn’t have much time, if any at all. The next thing that he saw was a man pointing a gun towards Carly who yelled “Get out of my house!” as she proceeded to run towards the man with nothing but a bat as her weapon. Sonny’s reaction was instantaneous: protect what he had come to love. He shot the man twice in the chest. He died before he hit the floor.

An hour later…

The morons that make up the PCPD and their idiotic leader DA Lansing had just left after throwing around a handful (instead of the usual truckload) of accusations and insults aimed directly at Sonny.

Exhausted and annoyed, Sonny made his way to the door.

“Sonny?” he turned, surprised at the weakness in Carly’s voice. She was usually so strong.

“Yeah?” he answered, and despite the feeling of betrayal that clung to his heart, he ached to comfort her and restore her to her former matchmaking-horrible-cook self.

“I miss you Sonny.” She admitted before continuing on. ”Why does it have to be this way?”

“I don’t know, Carly. Why did you choose this creep over your family?” he shot back, the heartache returning in full force.

“To be honest with you, Sonny, if I thought that our family had any chance of being restored, I would pack right this second and take the boys back home, but Sam…” Carly started to explain before Sonny cut her off.

“…but Sam is there.” He finished for her. After a long pause, he had hope. Hope that his family could be mended.

“I kicked her out…well…Marco did.” He confessed, hanging on to each and every word of her previous confession.

Carly stared at her estranged husband, wide-eyed. She knew what she had to do. Sonny had already done so much.

“Sonny, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for cheating on you. I’m sorry for doing everything that has damaged us, and…I’m sorry for making the wrong choice. I want you back, Sonny. I want to be put back together as only you can.” Carly had started off screaming, but now her voice was lowered and her feeling of desperation was visible on her face.

While Sonny stood in silence, a battle was being fought in his heart: to mend what they had broken…or to walk away.

Suddenly, Lorenzo spoke up, jolting both Carly and Sonny from their thoughts of reuniting.

“Carly, please tell you’re not actually considering going back to this monster.” He screeched. “What about what we shared?”

“’We’? There never was a ‘we’! I hate you Lorenzo, so does Sonny. Any of this making sense to you?” Carly shot back, waiting for him to piece things together, as she took two steps towards Sonny, two steps towards home.

Sonny looked at her hesitantly, before pulling her behind him, becoming once again her shield. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Carly felt herself grin at how protective he remained and how wonderful his touch was.

“Carly, how could you do this to me? After all I’ve done for you how can you leave me? I hired that man to bomb Sonny’s limo so you could have your children back, and I was left blind because of it.” Lorenzo pleaded.

“Left you blind huh?” Carly answered his pleas, stressing the word you. “Is that all you care about? Yourself? What if they boys had been in that car? Or Sonny? Or me? And Lorenzo, never spit against the wind, it always comes back and hits you in your face.” She said coldly, keeping her voice down, thinking of Michael and Morgan upstairs.

Lorenzo said nothing.

“Silence is golden, Alcazar.” With that, she turned, looking only to Sonny’s chocolate brown eyes, before heading upstairs to pack, her husband close behind.

CHAPTER 5

A/N: I’ve turned this fic into a Carson/Journey fic, as I’m truly a Fab 4 fan. Don’t worry thought, because although the next 2 (maybe 3) chapters will be focused on CarSon, Journey will be coming back.

“Carly? Where are you going to stay?” asked Sonny as he walked into Carly’s bedroom while she hurriedly threw her things into the bags Courtney had dropped off at the Port Charles Hotel weeks before, to her it seemed like years ago.

“I really don’t know, but the boys and I aren’t going to live my lie anymore.” She responded in a furious tone of voice.

“Are you mad at Alcazar?” He needed to know.

“For everything.” She stated simply, although the depth behind her statement explained all to Sonny.

“Carly?”

“What now, Sonny? I have to pack and get the boys out of here in case you forgot, which makes me kinda busy!”

“You could always go home.” Sonny suggested, silently praying she would accept.

“And where is that exactly?” Carly snapped at him.

“Penthouse number four, Harbor View Towers.” He answered, a grin consuming his face, as he flashed his dimples her way.

“Do you really mean that?” her voice softened, all iciness disappearing instantly.

“Yeah.” Sonny hadn’t really prepared for this, he thought she didn’t want to come home, but as Carly threw her arms around his neck, he welcomed her embrace and returned it.

After a few seconds of them just standing there, his arms around her, Carly spoke up. “Help me pack?” she asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“I have to call and get James to bring the limo, you have too many bags for my SUV.”

“Haha, Sonny, make sure one of your next calls is to Justus Ward about the custody papers and stopping our divorce.” Carly hesitated as she realized what had just come tumbling out of her mouth. ‘What if Sonny doesn’t want to get back together?’ she thought sadly.

Sonny quickly quelled her fears as he brought his lips to hers, just as Michael came running into the room. Upon seeing his parents being all ‘mushy and gross’, he said what immediately came to mind.

“Does this mean we’re going home now?”

Surprised but happy to see their son so eager to return to Harbor View Towers, Sonny and Carly both smiled.

“Yeah, Michael…” Carly started to say.

“…it does.” Sonny finished. “Come here, buddy. Can you go pack up your stuff? We’re leaving tonight.”

“Yeah.” Michael answered as he left as quickly as he had entered.

Two hours later, everything was packed and an enormous mound of luggage was being loaded into the waiting limo, Sonny and Carly walked quietly out of the house, Lorenzo Alcazar was long gone. Being careful not to disturb their sleeping sons, they slowly climbed into the limo, an exhausted Michael in Carly’s arms, and an innocent-faced Morgan in Sonny’s.

Twenty minutes later, as they stepped off the elevator, Michael was awake and eagerly chatting about his mommy and daddy being ‘back to the way things were before.’

“So where’s Daddy’s friend going to stay?”

“It doesn’t concern us anymore, Mr. Man, she’s gone.” Carly attempted to reassure her son.

As Jason and Courtney slept on their couch, Courtney awoke to the sound of voices in the hall. Curiosity got the better of her and she eased herself out of Jason’s arms, slipped her robe back on and quietly opened the penthouse door. Upon looking out into the hallway, she saw the closest thing to perfection she would ever witness: Sonny and Carly holding hands while they slowly entered PH4, Morgan in Sonny’s arms, and Michael trudging sleepily behind.

“Love is always enough.” She whispered to the empty corridor before she tiptoed over to the couch and lied back down, Jason wrapping his arms around her again in his sleep. “I’m home.” Courtney thought happily before a dream-filled sleep took her.

CHAPTER 6:

A/N: The next two chapters are the only ones that I have written out. It will take me a bit longer to update from this point on, as I have to write the story too, and not just type it up. My fic will come to an end soon. It had two purposes: 1. Keep me from falling asleep in class (seriously) and 2. More importantly, it was to bring Journey and CarSon, aka the Fab 4, back together by changing their actions during the April 1^st episode of GH.

Opening the penthouse door, Carly smiled nervously. When she gazed around, she saw that it hadn’t changed. All of the pictures and the décor she loved remained exactly where she had last seen it. As she strode over to the fireplace,  she noticed two differences: an ugly, cheap set of bed sheets now burning instead of a large quantity of firewood, and a shattered glass on the floor near the staircase.

“Sonny?” he voice quivered.

“I threw that at Sam, missed though.” He reassured her before gesturing to the sleeping form of their older son. Carly quickly and quietly picked her son off of the living room couch and made her way up the steps behind Sonny, who still held little Morgan, and was staring at him adoringly.

“I’m gonna try and make a dent in the mountain of stuff you call necessities.” He teased before descending the stairs, after placing Morgan in his crib.

“Sleep peacefully, Michael. We’re home.” Carly soothed as Michael stirred as she lowered him into his bed and carefully pulled the comforter over her little boy.

Tiptoeing across the hall to the nursery, she sung Morgan the very same lullaby as that night riddled with bad decisions.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull fall down,

Drawn to her beautiful voice, Sonny whispered to Max to bring Mrs. Corinthos’ luggage upstairs. Taking the stairs two at a time, Sonny rushed into the nursery.

“You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town” Carly finished. She looked up to see Sonny smiling at her, his gaze filled with love…and desire.

“Okay, Sonny, I’m coming.” Carly answered his gaze, which said more than words ever could.

‘I love you’ was her last statement before he grabbed her, his kiss the only ‘I love you too’ that she needed.

Never breaking away from his lips, Carly reached back and shut the door to their infant’s bedroom.

He couldn’t wait another second to be fully reunited with her and tugged her down the hall to their room. “Thanks, Max.” Sonny thgouth as he saw Carly’s bags neatly stacked over by their closet, and a new set of sheets on the bed in Carly’s favourite colour. Following his gaze, Carly noticed the sheets.

“How about we break them in?” she queried seductively.

“Mrs. Corinthos, I love the way you think, and I love you too.” Sonny responded before pulling his wife in for another long and passionate kiss.

CHAPTER 7:

Hours later…

“It’s so good to be home.” Carly breathed as she lay in Sonny’s arms.

“Yeah.” Sonny agreed wholeheartedly

“Did you ever doubt that we’d be a family again?” she questioned.

“Naw, we’ve gotten through worse.” He answered her with a kiss.

“Now that things are as normal as they’ll ever be, I have got to work on the Morgans’ marriage. I will not let my two best friends ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to them.” Carly stated, an idea already forming in her head.

“Carly—“ Sonny started.

“Don’t you ‘Carly’ me. You want—“ she managed to get out.

“Carly—“ Sonny tried again.

“What Sonny? You want them back together as much as—“ Carly was again interrupted.

“But Carly, never mind.” Sonny decided to let it go…for now and silenced her with his lips.

Next morning…

“So, Sonny, when are you going to start helping me help Jase and Court?” Carly demanded with mock anger, after poking Sonny’s back until he woke up.

“Carly, they don’t need your help.” Sonny stated.

“Uh huh, they’re miserable apart and you’re saying they don’t need me to push them back together? Back to happiness? I thought you approved of them being together.” Carly argued, frustration creeping into her voice, as she pulled o her red silk robe.

“I do, honestly, I do, it’s just that uh, they’re doing fine on their own, you know? I don’t think they’d appreciate you butting in.” Sonny would push his wife just a little further to the edge before revealing the entire truth.

“Sonny!” He had pushed too far.

“Carly, they got back together last night. I came out of the elevator, to see Jason carrying her into the penthouse ad when they heard me yelling, they rushed out of their penthouse. Court was in her robe and her hair was a mess, ad Jason, was, uh, wearing just his jeans.” Sonny answered Carly’s frustration with a grin, as the truth came tumbling out.

“Sonny Corinthos don’t you dare keep anything like that from me again!” Carly squealed, ecstatic over the reunion of her sister-in-law and best friend.

“Hey, I tried to tell you…” Sonny tried defending himself. “…but I just had others things on my mind you know…” He jerked on his navy blue bathrobe.

“Mmmhmm. All you had to do was say ‘Jason and Courtney, you two best friends, are back together’ but you didn’t! But don’t worry, since I am such a nice person, I’ll forgive you.” Carly jokingly scolded her husband.

“I recall that you didn’t give me a chance to tell you anything.” He joked back.

“Mommy, Daddy!” Michael screamed as he ran into their room. “I dreamed that a bad man took Mommy, and then Mommy left us and then Daddy’s friend came over a lot and then me and Morgan ended up staying at a strange house and then another bad man came there with a gun.” He screeched, jumping terrified onto the bed where his parents were now sitting.

Sonny winced as Michael’s dream mirrored the summarization of the past six months.

“Shh, Michael, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare. Your daddy ad I, we’re right here, and we love you and Morgan, and each other.” Carly said, comforting him. “Just a nightmare.” She repeated, her voice now a whisper, more to herself than Michael.

CHAPTER 8:

A/N: For the story’s sake, pretend that the “last dinner as a married couple” thing happened the night that Court walked into Sonny’s penthouse, just earlier on.

Meanwhile, at the Morgan penthouse…

Courtney woke up to an empty, cold bed. ‘What if last night was just a dream?’ she thought, but as her eyes came into focus, she realized where she was: in Jason’s-no-in their bed. As she sat up, she noticed that she was wearing Jason’s shirt and his boxers from the night before…

Grinning ear-to-ear, Courtney rubbed her hands together, suddenly feeling cold without Jason’s touch to keep her warm, as she did, she felt something that had been in the wrong place for a long time: her wedding and engagement rings, now safely back on her finger.

She remembered Jason slipping them on, early in the morning, when he thought she was asleep.

*FLASHBACK*

He listened to her slow and steady breathing, and toyed with the necklace on which the symbols of her vows and promises to him were strung. “Last night, you were so close to becoming Courtney Matthews, and now you’re my Mrs. Jason Morgan again. I love you, Court. Don’t ever leave me.” He loved the fact that she was his. Jason reached out, taking her hand in his, and slid the rings onto her finger, returning to their rightful place before pressing his lips against the back of her hand, his wife’s hand, never realizing that she was awake.

*END FLASHBACK*

“Jason?” she called out, longing to be in Jason’s arms, his strong embrace protecting her.

“I’m right here.” He answered, stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

Courtney winced at his words, as they drew her back to the night before, and to Sam’s insult.

“Courtney, I’m so glad you’re home, I was gonna go get you last night as soon as Sonny got back.” Jason admitted.

“Baby, were you really?” Courtney needed reassurance.

“Yeah. You know, after I left the loft that night, I just -- I started thinking about Emily and Nikolas, and how, you know, one day they were together and the next they weren't. I just thought that we were missing a major chance. And, look, I understand why the divorce made sense. My life is risky, it's unpredictable, and I can't guarantee that I won't -- that I won't get killed, but I can do everything that I possibly can to keep us safe. I realize that might not even be good enough, but I do know this. However much time I have -- if I die tomorrow or if I live to be 100 -- I want to spend every moment I can with you.”

Wrapping her arms around Jason’s neck, she pulled his head down, as her tongue traced the outline of his lips. Unable to resist any longer, Jason gently leaned her back onto their bed as he eased himself on top of her.

“I love you, Jason. I always will.” Courtney moaned out as Jason sucked on the pulse point of her neck…

A/N: And so ends ‘Love is Always Enough’. I have accomplished what I set out to do: reunite Journey and bring the idea I had to life, and I hope that you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read. I’ve decided to stop watching GH as the writers no longer enjoy Journey, and that’s the only point I ever saw in watching it. I’ll always be a Journey fan, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that Jase and Court end up together again, where they belong.

A/N: I really was going to end the fic at the end of chapter 8, but I was extremely bored at the end of a math CAT (similar to SAT) and the idea sprung to mind, so I just wrote. I hope you enjoy it.

Five weeks later: Morgan penthouse…

Courtney was learning over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. Jason was beside her, rubbing her back, holding her golden locks in his other hand, all the while whispering soothing words in her ear. She knew that morning sickness was a symptom of pregnancy, but wasn’t possible after the “incident” in South America…was it?

“Baby, are you okay?” Jason queried, fearful that his wife was seriously ill. Then it hit him, his words replaying in his mind. ‘Baby…’ Court could be pregnant. The idea of her carrying his child, and being a father thrilled him. His distant expression did not go unnoticed and as Courtney moved towards the sink, she giggled.

“What?” Jason asked, her laughter bringing him back to where he was: on the bathroom floor.

Standing up he grabbed her from behind and started kissing her neck. Courtney moaned.

“Jason, as much as I love would to be your entertainment right now, could I please brush my teeth first?” she pleaded with him.

“Hurry” was his only reply, as she reached for her toothbrush.

A few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and noticed a sleeping Jason on the bed. She quietly walked toward him and leaning over him, gently pressed her lips to his. She had forgotten that it was 5 in the morning.

Before she had a chance to break free, Jason grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him, being careful not to break the now deep and passionate lip lock. He had been awake the entire time.

“Mmm…” Courtney sighed into his mouth. She would call the hospital later that day; she had better things to do right now…

A few hours later…

“Dr. Meadows’ office?”

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Actually, yes, you can. I, uh, I need to make an appointment with Dr. Meadows.” Courtney spoke hesitantly.

“Alright, well, according to the computer, we have an appointment available just before closing time. Does 5:30 sound okay?” the receptionist asked gently.

“Yeah, thanks.” Courtney replied, slightly dazed as she placed the receiver back on the black phone, which lay on Jason’s desk. “This is it.” She thought aloud.  “This will prove whether or not my mistake ruined our chances of a child.”

Jason watched her from the stairwell. He had heard the few words Courtney had muttered to herself, and immediately blamed himself. “If she wasn’t with me, this never would’ve happened. Sonny was right all along.” the protective side of him thought. “No, she’s in this life already because of Sonny. Leaving her would only make you and Courtney far more vulnerable.” He would never let go of her, not until he breathed his final breath.

“Hey.” Jason whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her left shoulder.

“I, uh…we, um…” she struggled to find the words. “Why can’t I tell him?! It’s not that hard to say ‘Jason, I made an appointment with Dr. Meadows’.” She thought to herself, angered by her own hesitation

“I know” was all he said. It was all she needed to here.

She turned around, he pulled her close to him, and held her as she cried for their unborn child, an innocent casualty of the life they lead.

He couldn’t feel her pain over the loss of something that was, in his mind, never there. He couldn’t do that for her, or for himself, but through it all, he could love her, hold her: comfort her. He would, because loving her had become the one thing that he was truly good at. His job was no longer a comparison, no longer an obstacle.

Dr. Meadow’s office: 5:32pm…

“Courtney, I, um, really didn’t expect to see you back so soon…” Dr. Meadows choked out as she entered the examination room and realized just who her last patient of the day was.

“I’m here for a pregnancy test.” Courtney stated bluntly from the exam chair, as Jason squeezed her hand, as he stood to her right.

“But Courtney, the chances of conception for you after the accident were minimal. You need to be prepared for the test to come back negative.”

‘Thanks for the encouraging words.’ Jason thought to himself. He wished more than anything to be able to say them aloud, but Courtney wouldn’t be too pleased with that, so he kept his mouth shut, biting his tongue.

“I realize that, but what are the symptoms of pregnancy again? Dizziness? Well, Jason’s had to carry me up and down the steps several times the past few weeks. Morning sickness? Already been there this morning. Irritability? Well, as you can see, I’m highly agitated right now. I’ve been exhausted for weeks, always in the bathroom, and to top it all off, I’m swollen!” Courtney screeched at the now dumbfounded Dr. Meadows.

It took Jason all the self-control in the world not to laugh at his wife’s outburst, and not because Dr. Meadows would be offended, but because Courtney would be.

“I see you’ve done your research.” The doctor observed.

“Mmhm.” Courtney muttered, as Dr. Meadows proceeded to make preparations for the blood test.

Minutes passed like hours, before the doctor came back out and announced the results of the pregnancy test.

“You’ve beaten the odds.”

Turning to Jason, Courtney expressed her joy. “We’ve beaten the odds together, Jason. We did it. I love you Jason. Take me home?” Tears of pain and happiness flowed down her face.

Pain for her miscarried baby, yet she found the deepest hope in what the following months and years would hold for her and Jason, and their baby-no-their daughter. She knew at that moment that the baby growing inside of her was a baby girl. She could feel it. Emily Caroline Morgan would be born in less than 8 months, the thought, the happiness, filled the hole inside of her created by the loss of their first child, covered, but not repaired, until now.

Home. He loved that it meant their penthouse, not her room at Kelly’s, or the loft they once shared.

“Whenever and wherever I’m with you, I’m home.” He whispered in her ear before planting a kiss on her lips. She shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on her skin.

Before she knew what had happened, she was in Jason’s arms as he carried her out of General Hospital. In Jason’s arms was where she felt at home.

“You’ve beaten the odds in more ways than one.” Dr. Meadows said quietly to their retreating forms. She smiled to herself at how happy they were, how in love. She had heard about their separation, everyone had. Everyone that is, except their hearts.

“I love you Mrs. Morgan.” Jason said as he gently set her down in the back of the limo. His eyes expressed how deeply he loved her, more than a poet could with words. She found her other half in his eyes, and lost herself in them. After he had climbed in beside her, Jason wrapped his arms around Courtney, holding her close as her head rested on his chest. She fell asleep, content to be anywhere with him, and finally at peace with herself.