It's been a while since I've worked on a Liason story but with the scenes on GH recently my affection for the couple has come to life again. I want to thank everyone who reviewed my other fics. I haven't forgotten the unfinished one, I just wanted to work on this one.

Summary: Jason Morgan and Elizabeth Spencer spent one night together and it was never supposed to be more than two friends finding comfort in the midst of their pain. Old feelings were exposed, yet they were resolved to find a way to move on with their troubled lives.

Only now she's pregnant and it's his child.

Rated: M
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just like writing about them

Hope you like it ;)

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There You'll Be

Prologue

"So."

"So."

The night before seemed like a moment out of time. What had started as two broken people coming together trying to find comfort had morphed into something that neither of them could have anticipated.

He had come home, broken and devastated after witnessing the woman he loved in the arms of another man. Of a man that he despised. Seeing her moving on with her life would have hurt, but he knew that if he told himself that his feelings didn't matter he would have survived it.

If he told himself enough, his heart might actually start believing it. Only his heart had finally made his stubborn head understand that he needed her.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he'd seen. The fact that he'd come to realize that he needed her in his life and had gone to ask for her forgiveness was forgotten in the face of that agony. How he made it back to his penthouse, up the long flight of stairs, he could barely remember.

All he could see was the image of his enemy's mouth on his woman.

Too little too late.

He'd tried to drown his thoughts in alcohol, blur the picture from his mind someway, so that he didn't walk back out of the penthouse with his gun and do something he wouldn't necessarily regret. Only it wasn't working.

Then his doorbell rang and there she stood.

In her eyes he saw pain. The same pain that flooded his being.

In her eyes he saw devastation. The same agony that he didn't know if he could survive.

In her eyes he saw understanding. And that had gave him the strength to reach out.

It was wrong. She was married, despite her troubles. He was engaged, despite his denials.

Yet it was one night and he had needed and so had she.

So he poured her a drink and they drowned their sorrows, but somehow in the midst of pain they took comfort in the friendship that had somehow survived through the years. Memories that had been buried resurfaced, forgotten emotions brought to life.

And he had taken a page from an old book and decided to live for the moment.

There in the moment, with the candlelight and tequila, he didn't think of right and wrong. All he thought of was needing to make some of the pain go away. Just for a while.

He hadn't expected her taste, the feel of her hair.

He couldn't have anticipated the feel of her skin against his.

They way their bodies felt moving together. The emotions that poured through him and echoed in her eyes, surprise, desire.

And when the past was spoken, the feelings placed back into memories where they belonged the only thing each of them could do was go back to the lives they had just stolen time from. She didn't belong in his world, he didn't belong in hers and they were in love with other people.

Yet they would always have this night and it was enough.

"What will happen when we see each other again?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, a bit unsure as well, "We'll be the friends that we have always been. I meant what I said, if you ever need me, I'll be there."

"So did I," she murmured, adjusting her purse beneath her arm, so that she could lay her palm against his cheek one final time.

"No Regrets."

"No Regrets." She leaned forward to press a kiss to his mouth, one final taste before finally turning to walk away.

One last touch of warmth before he was left to the emptiness of his life once more.

It would have to be enough.