What if you could choose to go back and fix a mistake from your past? Would you do it, knowing that your life, and everyone's that you know, would be completely different from what you've already lived? What would change, what mistakes would you fix? Would going back make things right, better, or would you end up making everything worse for yourself and everyone around you? Would you do it, if you could?

For the purposes of this story, there is no Aiden. Elizabeth did sleep with both brothers, but no pregnancy or "who's the baby daddy" repeat storyline.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not the setting, not the characters, not the storylines (well, at least I can thank God for that!). If I did own it – it would be hella lot better than that crap they're shoveling! Don't sue me, cuz I can't pay. There will be dialogue from the show, in different places, but I will also add and change dialogue to suit me and my story.

Turn Back the Clock

Chapter One

Jason and Dante were trying to talk some sense into Michael. They are trying to convince him that he needs to be more careful. Hearing his cell phone ring, he pulls the phone out of his pocket. Looking at the caller ID, he swears that the world, and everything in it, including his heart, just stopped. The name on his phone is the very last name he ever expected to see on his phone ever again. Since that dreadful day in December three years ago, he didn't think she would ever call him again, considering their arrangement. Opening the phone with much trepidation, he breathes the name he thought that would never cross his lips again, "Elizabeth….what's wrong?" He knows something has to be really wrong for her to be calling him.

Tears streaming down her face, she can barely get any words to cross her lips, "Jason, I need you. Jake….Jake, he's been hit by a car. I'm so, so sorry. Please, we're at the hospital, it's bad."

Barely glancing at the other two men in the room, he grabs the keys off the desk and runs out of the door. "I'm on my way. It's going to be OK, Elizabeth. Jake's gonna be just fine, he's a strong kid, okay," he tells her with more conviction than he really feels.

"Please hurry," she says, then hangs up.

Michael and Dante had followed him out of his penthouse as he was getting on the elevator. "Jason, what's wrong? Was that Elizabeth on the phone?" Michael asks worriedly.

Not knowing how he is managing to hold it together, "Yes. Jake's been hit by a car and is at the hospital. Elizabeth says it's bad. I don't know anything else right now." Running out of the elevator, Jason jumps in his black Escalade, Michael climbs in the passenger seat, and he takes off. Breaking every speed and traffic law, Jason stops the SUV in front of the emergency room doors and jumps out of the car, leaving it running and Michael still inside.

Bursting through the doors, Jason looks frantically for Elizabeth. Seeing her just standing and staring at the same doors that Michael had been taken through all those years ago when he had been shot in the head, Jason runs up to her. Touching her shoulder, he asks "Elizabeth, have they told you anything yet?"

Looking up at him with tears streaming down her face, she all but collapses into his arms. Hugging her tightly to him, he does his best to soothe the raging storm within her. Barely able to talk coherently, she tells him that they are prepping him for emergency surgery. He had bleeding on his brain, she tells him, and other injuries, but that's the most threatening one. Jason, of all people, knows how serious head injuries can be. His life was never the same after he was in a car accident and slammed his head into a rock when he went flying out of the car his brother AJ was driving.

Walking Elizabeth over to the chairs, he sits her on his lap, not caring who could see. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and cries. Rubbing his hand gently up and down her back, he's trying hard to remain calm and strong for the mother of his only child, his son. "Oh God, you must hate me," she cries. "I promised you that Jake would live a happy and safe life, and now he's here. It's all my fault."

"This is not your fault, Elizabeth. You didn't hit Jake," he states firmly. "You love him with your entire being and he has been safe and happy."

They continue to talk some more, Elizabeth trying to convince Jason it's her fault Jake is in the hospital. Jason is trying to convince Elizabeth that it's not her fault. He finally realizes that he hasn't seen Lucky. "Where's Lucky?" he asks.

"I don't know, I can't get him to answer his phone. He was going to the Justice of the Peace to get married to Siobhan tonight. That's why I had the boys to begin with, it was supposed to be his night with them," she sobs. "I've left him a dozen messages."

They continue to sit and wait. Steven Webber, chief of staff and Elizabeth's brother, comes out from working on his nephew. Surprised and shocked to find his sister on the mobster's lap, he walks over to them. Jumping up from Jason's lap, Jason standing right behind her, hand-in-hand, "How's Jake?" she asks.

"We've stabilized him enough for surgery. Patrick and Robin are taking him up there now. Why don't I take you somewhere private so you can wait for the surgery to be done?" he suggests.

Wanting to be as close to their son as possible, they follow Steven to an unused conference room. "I'll come back as soon as I have any news, okay?"

Three and a half hours later, Elizabeth was still crying as she folded and unfolded the shirt that the paramedics had taken off of Jake. She wanted this to not be real. She wanted it to be a nightmare that she would soon wake up from. The only comfort she had was Jason's calming presence. He was slowing rubbing her back up and down, never stopping, never slowing down. It was if he knew she needed that connection with him.

The door to the conference room opened up. Glancing up, she suddenly didn't want the news that her brother's face told her what he was there to say. Tears in his eyes, he looks at the parents of his nephew, "I'm so sorry. There was too much trauma, they weren't able to save him."

"," Elizabeth screamed, collapsing once again into Jason's strong arms. They collapsed together on the floor both crying for their son, as Jason could no longer support his own weight.

Backing out of the room to leave the grieving parents alone for a few minutes, Steven turned to help set up his nephew on the life support equipment until they could talk to Elizabeth about donating Jake's organs for other children in need.