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*NEW* I'll See You Soon: Prologue (Liason)
A/N: I know I shouldn't be starting another story, but I'm doing it anyway. I promise to finish everything that's already out there.
This story is slightly,though not completely AU. Hope that makes sense. If not, everything should become clear in the story.
If you read this, I'd love to hear what you think. 
Tap tap tap. Then silence. Tap tap tap; there it was again. Ten-year-old Jason Quartermaine groaned into his pillow as the insistent knocking at his bedroom door rudely yanked him out of the cocoon of peaceful slumber in which he'd just been ensconced. Weren't you supposed to be allowed to sleep in during summer vacation?
“What?” he yelled, not bothering to hide his irritation.
“Jason, it's time to get up. Come on, son, we've got to get out of here,” said his father from the other side of the door. “The movers will be here soon. We need to get out of their way. You can go back to sleep on the plane.”
Jason briefly contemplated telling his father to go to hell, but quickly decided against
it. That probably wouldn't go over very well. A feeling of dread washed over him and turned into a dull ache that settled in the pit of his stomach; they were moving away from Port Charles today, all because of some stupid job his mother wanted to take at some stupid hospital in Maryland.
He didn't want to leave Port Charles. It was the only home he'd ever known. All his friends lived there. Oh sure, his parents swore up and down that he'd be able to keep in touch with his friends over email and see them during the summer, but Jason knew it wouldn't be the same.
Sometimes he thought his parents cared more about their jobs than about him and his siblings, AJ and Emily. He was immediately ashamed of the thought. His parents saved lives; he knew how important that was. But that knowledge didn't keep him from wishing that they were around more.
When the knocking resumed, Jason finally conceded defeat. He stumbled out of bed, nearly falling. He yanked the door open to find his father smiling genially at him.
“Good morning, son. Your mother's making chocolate chip pancakes.”
Jason scowled and gave his father a stony glare. He sniffed; the aroma of something burnt permeated the air. His mother was not a very good cook. Just then, the smoke alarm went off, saving Jason from having to respond.
Alan turned and ran down the stairs, shouting. “Honey, I don't think you need to make anymore pancakes. Open the windows!”
Rolling his eyes, Jason headed for the bathroom. Of course it was locked. He banged on it, irritated. Taking a guess as to who was in there, he said, “Em, hurry up.”
The door finally opened, and out walked his little sister—with a bright red smear of lipstick across her lips. She'd gotten into their mother's makeup again.
“Mom's going to kill you,” Jason said.
Emily stuck her tongue out at her brother and sashayed down the hall.
*****
As predicted, Monica was less than thrilled at her daughter's new look. After shrieking that no daughter of hers was going outside looking like that, she chased Emily around the house. Once she caught her, she scrubbed her face till it shone pink. In the meantime, her next batch of pancakes had burnt to a crisp, setting the fire alarms off again. Finally putting his foot down, Alan threw out Monica's pancakes and made a hasty trip to Kelly's to pick up an edible breakfast. Their stomachs safely full, the Quartermaines did a last check around the house before heading outside to the airport shuttle that was waiting for them.
Steven Webber, Jason's best friend, lived next door. He came outside to say goodbye to Jason. They punched each other in the shoulder and scuffed their shoes on the ground, awkwardly promising to write.
Meanwhile Emily and Lizzie Webber were hugging each and sobbing as if someone had just died. Jason watched as they finally separated and each little girl solemnly gave the other her favorite barrette as a token of their undying friendship. Turning his back on them, he started toward the van. But before he could take a step, he found
himself trapped by Elizabeth. She had wrapped herself around his leg.
For some reason he couldn't fathom, his sister's best friend idolized him. Gently disentangling himself from her surprisingly strong grip, Jason leaned down until he was level with the seven-year-old. Smiling into her red-rimmed eyes, he softly chucked her under the chin. “I'll see you later, kid.”
Elizabeth nodded silently, sniffling.
As the van turned out of their block, the last thing Jason saw was little Lizzie Webber standing on the sidewalk, waving goodbye, her dark brown sausage curls bobbing around her tearstained face.
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