GHOnline Fanfic Challenge Voting!!!
First off I would like to thank the three people who entered, you guys know who u are so thank you. I wish more people would have entered but we got three awesome stories so you are all winners in my book. All of your stories were wonderful. So thank you for taking the time to write them for us.
Here are the guidelines for voting:
1. Only Vote for ONE story, and DO NOT vote for yourself(if you are a paticipant)!!! Please do not be bias as to the couple used in the story. Do not vote for a story just because that is your favorite couple, vote for it because you think it's the most creative and your favorite story.
2. Vote for the entry # in the poll above, DO NOT post your vote in this thread!!
3. Voting will last til Sunday, August 31st.
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Thank you for entering :multistars: , and here are the stories:
Entry 1: The Heart Of Everything
“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.”
I couldn’t help but admire him. And, really, could you blame me? I was just like any other hot-blooded woman, drawn to attractive, powerful men. It was a downfall of mine, actually. I always tended to go for the unattainable – powerful men that you want to try and tame and take as your own when, in the end, they twist the entire thing around and you wind up alone and (if you haven’t built up the kind of resistance I have) broken hearted. But for some reason, when it came to Jason Morgan, everything I knew and had learned over the years got thrown out the window. I knew better than to try and take a man like him for my own – as something more than a meaningless fling, as I had done with Sonny. I was the master at playing with fire, and people like Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan could definitely be classified as fire. Then again, so could I. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been left or rejected because of someone being too cautious or too delicate to “play with fire”. And, okay, I’ll admit it, I can be too tough and on the bitch side of things to be liked at times. But that’s how I was raised. I had to be tough and defensive to even try and survive in this world. And, frankly, I’m perfectly fine who and what I am. I have no problems with myself. Well, aside from the fact that I’m really starting to hurt my feet with the shoes I’ve been wearing lately, but that’s irrelevant and beside the point. The point is I’m attracted to Jason Morgan as something more than just lust for him and his wonderfully attractive body, and I have no idea why I let it get this far. And now, I’m too far gone.
I continued to watch him as he slept next to me, his chest rising and falling slowly, occasionally mumbling something that I could never seem to decipher. I had my head propped up gently on my hand, resting my elbow on the pillow as tilting my head slightly so my hair fell just slightly over my eyes. I didn’t bother trying to cover myself with the bed sheet at this point; he’d already seen me with no clothes on for the past few hours, so why bother trying to act innocent cover myself up? As I continued to watch him, I began mentally kicking myself, and forced myself to flip over so I had my back to him. Because I knew, I knew full well, that if I continued to just lie there and watch him, the harder this would be to get out of. I hadn’t been able to make sense of my attraction to Jason until tonight, and it made me want to gauge my eyes out just so I didn’t have to look at him and make things worse. Because really, deep down, I half figured that for him, this was just a way to spend a night. Nothing more, nothing less. And as much as I hated to admit it, I almost wanted this to mean more to him than just a one-night stand. I wanted this to be something. And yes, I would vehemently deny it if ever confronted with the idea.
I couldn’t help but jump a little when I felt him shift and yawn, obviously preparing to wake up. It took all my will power to just stay where I was at, on my side with my back turned to him with my eyes squeezed shut so tightly that tears were forming behind my eyes. I heard the rustle of sheets and, for a moment, thought that he had slipped out of bed and was preparing to grab his clothes and leave. Instead, I felt his breath tickling my back as he reached a hand out to run his hand idly through my hair. I’d figured out last night that he quite enjoyed my hair – he’d said something about how soft it was and proceeded to simply stroke it for nearly twenty minutes, and I must say, it felt kind of nice. After a few minutes had passed, I felt him gently press his lips to my shoulder and run a hand down my arm in such a soft manner that it nearly tickled me before grabbing the bed sheet and slowly bringing it up to cover my body. It was a sweet, almost loving thing to do, especially when he once again kissed my shoulder and stroked my hair. It seemed odd to think that such small, kind gestures were coming from a man who, on the outside, seemed like an emotionless stump who’s only friend was a gun. And, I had to admit, I personally enjoyed seeing the softer side of the gun loving stump.
Slowly and quietly, I started to turn onto my other side so that I was facing him. He let the hand that had been stroking my hair instead lay on my pillow as he silently watched me turn over to look at him. We sat like that for a minute – carelessly propped up on our sides to face each other, simply locking eyes and close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. And then, after a minute of silence and blank faces, his lips started moving. It was a slow process, and one that yielded no words. The corners of his mouth started to turn upwards and his lips parted in just the tiniest way. After what seemed like a slow process, staring back at me was a soft, gentle smile. A loving, tender smile. It took me by surprise, and I’m sure my shock was written in my dark eyes, which were luckily shielded by the hair that had fallen over my face. Before I knew what I was doing, I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching. In a flash of a moment, I was smiling back at him – a genuine smile. And in that moment, being so far gone didn’t seem to matter anymore. In that moment, two people were brought together by something bigger than themselves. Two people that seemed so wrong for each other, and yet so right, came together. And all it took was a smile.
Entry 2: Helpless When She Smiled
Title: Helpless When She Smiled
Summary: Johnny is hurt as he and Lulu turn themselves in to the police. He wakes up in the hospital.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong to ABC. The following is only a product of my imagination.
Nadine walked into the dark hospital room and she cringed as she turned on the lights. She walked over to the monitor by the right side of the bed as she opened the patient chart she held in her hands. She was about to start writing down the patient stats as she heard a moan. She turned over to the bed, laying her hand gently on his arm.
“Johnny, can you hear me?” she asked.
The young man opened his eyes and looked around, clearly confused. Nadine walked around to the other side of the bed and filled a glass with water. She put a straw in and took it to her patient’s lips. He drank gratefully and once he was done she put it back on the table. She took the stool behind her and brought it closer to the bed, sitting down.
“Do you remember what happened?” she asked.
“We were going to turn ourselves in. I can’t really remember the details, but Lulu started screaming and one of the cops started shooting at us, I think. I started shooting back… But then I can’t remember. What happened? Oh my God, is Lulu okay?”
“Well….. She had a breakdown. She wasn’t hurt, but they had to sedate her and they took her to a mental facility. You, on the other hand, had a nice encounter with a couple of bullets. One in your shoulder and one in your side. None of them hit a vital organ but you lost a lot of blood. How do you feel? Is there any pain?” she asked, going back into nurse mode.
“I feel… weak. There’s a little pain in my shoulder but not that much.”
“Good, that’s good. You’ll gain back your strength over the next couple of days.”
Johnny tried to reach for the glass of water but found he was handcuffed to the bed.
“Sorry about that. We tried to tell the cops that you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere but they insisted. There is someone posted outside your door, and you are not allowed visitors. They said your family could come in once you woke up, but only to make sure you are okay.”
Johnny didn’t reply. At this point, there wasn’t really anyone he wanted to see. He looked over at the blonde nurse. She had a half-smile on her lips, as if she was trying to make him feel better. She looked comfortable, not scared at all of the murderer he supposedly was. Then it hit him. Had Lulu confessed?
“Why aren’t you scared of me?” he asked.
She laughed. “Well, it’s not like you could hurt me right now. And you don’t have that thing in your eyes.”
“That thing?” It was his turn to laugh.
“Yes, you know that thing like you are planning everything you say or do to get something that you want.”
“I always make sure I get what I want,” Johnny said.
“Well, you seem more like a spoiled rich kid than a psychopath to me,” she replied. She smiled, a real smile this time, and Johnny couldn’t help but smile back. He felt better, more relaxed. Being on the run had been difficult. After Lulu started breaking down he was always on edge, wondering what she was going to do from one minute to the next. She started blaming him for everything that was happening and he couldn’t blame her. He had decided to take on the whole thing instead of just letting the police deal with it. Now that he looked back on it, he regretted covering it up. It caused Lulu more pain than good. It wouldn’t have been difficult to convince a jury that she had acted in self-defence. But his first instinct had been to protect her from it all. Instead he only made it worse.
He turned his head away from Nadine and looked out the window. The sky was dark so he imagined it must be night. When the nurse didn’t move he looked back at her.
“Don’t you have other patients to check on?” he asked.
“Nope, you’re it. I’m your private nurse. Actually, I should go get the doctor and tell him you’re awake,” she said, getting up.
“No, wait, please,” he said, and Nadine sat back down. “What’s your name?”
“Nadine,” she said. “We’ve actually met before. At the black and white ball? I had the same dress on as Lulu.”
He smiled. “I remember that. How long have you been a nurse?”
She laughed. “You’re stalling!”
Johnny smiled. “I guess you caught me,” he said. Then his smile fell. “I just know that once you tell the doctor I’m awake, my family is going to come, then my lawyers, then the cops, and it’s all going to be chaos. This is nice, quiet.”
Nadine nodded. Compared to the usual chaos of the hospital, the small room seemed like a haven. She smiled at him, the reached into her pocket, taking out a packet of cards.
“How about a game of Uno then?” she asked. Johnny smiled. He couldn’t remember smiling that much in a long time. The blonde nurse was a pleasant companion. He could tell the next few days wouldn’t be as dark as he thought.
Entry 3: A Mother's Words
She couldn't help but hear the words of her mother eching in her mind, words she had heard so long ago as a child before her mother was so brutally murdered in front of her eyes.
"Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing." her mother used to tell her when she was a child.
Alexis always thought she understood what that meant but she now realized that she didn't understand the extent of how true that was. She never understood it until now as she sat in the nursery of her home, holding her first born child in her arms. She and her husband had been trying for so long to have a child that when they heard the words from Dr. Lee last year, they had thought they'd burst from happiness.
"Congratulations. You're six weeks pregnant" came the proclamation on that happy day.
For the next seven and a half months after that, they left nothing to chance. Alexis took an early leave of absence from her job as the district attorney of Port Charles, she ate all the right foods, she exercised and she was very careful when she went out, particularly when winter came around. Her husband Jasper Jacks had doted on her, spoiled her and took amazing care of her and their child during her pregnancy. They left absolutely nothing to chance.
Finally the time came when Alexis was awakened in the middle of the night with sharp pains and cramping. She was first scared that she was losing her child, but it didn't take long for her to realize that she was not losing her child, her child was ready to come into the world. Once her water broke, Jax couldn't get her to the hospital fast enough. He stayed by her side for the entire process, holding her hand, urging her along, encouraging her and giving her strength that she needed to bring the child into the world. Alexis had never thought that it would take so very long for a baby to be born. She was in labor for hours, each passing moment making her weaker and more exhausted, but the loving, eyes of her husband, the encouraging words and his hand holding hers gave her that strength to continue on. She knew they had tried for so long and had wanted this baby too badly. She would not give up on this child or on their dream of having a family. She pressed on and after what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Lee told them they had a beautiful baby girl.
As Dr. Lee cleaned up his daughter and examined her, he made his way to the waiting room where his parents John and Lady Jane, his brother Jerry, Alexis' brother Stefan and her nephew Nikolas waited for news. Once they saw him coming, they all stood up to hear what Jax had to say...they knew by the mile wide grin on his face that it was good news.
"We have a daughter", he told all of them with so much pride that he nearly burst.
His family and Alexis' family approached him with congratulations. He promised that they could all see her as soon as Alexis and their daughter were settled into their room....and after he had a chance to see their daughter, of course. He then left to re-join his wife.
It didn't take long for them to decide on a name for their daughter. Kirsten Jane Davis-Jacks after both of their mothers. Jax and Alexis decided that their daughter had Jax's chin and eyes, Alexis' nose and mouth. And they decided that she was the best of both of them. Alexis was exhausted from labor but she and Jax welcomed the family who came to congratulate her and to visit the new addition to the Jacks-Cassadine family.
Jax and Alexis decided that it was the happiest day of their lives and they would treasure it always.
Now Alexis sat in the nursery a few short months later, rocking Kirsten Jane in a rocking chair, trying to put their very active child to sleeps. Yes, another trait she inherited from her father: the need to keep moving and not miss a thing that happened in the world. The need for adventure. She knew already that their little princess would be a handful and she knew that she wouldn't trade a moment of it for the world. While she was rocking Kirsten Jane, something extraordinary happened, something that brought tears to Alexis' eyes.
Her daughter smiled up at her for the very first time.
Once she saw that smile, the words her mother had passed along to her when she was so very young had made all the sense in the world now.
"Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing."
Now Alexis knew and she hoped that when she one day passed the very same words along to her daughter that she would come to understand them as well. She wouldn't offer an explanation, she would allow Kirsten to come up with the realization on her own just as Alexis herself had that very night as she held Kirsten in her arms.
That very night when Kirsten smiled at her, offering her the gift of unconditonal and trusting love that every parent hopes to receive from their child.
The gift that Alexis Davis-Jacks received from her daughter Kirsten Jane Davis-Jacks one restless night in the nursery of her home. A gift that she would give her father that very next day...and give both of her parents so very often for the rest of her life.