During her pregnancy, Treasure spent much of her time painting on the balcony outside Grace and Jason's room. Her presence made it difficult to "hang out" in the bedroom, since the doors were made of glass.
Instead, the newlyweds retreated to the hot tub.
"Jason," Grace murmured as they relaxed in the steam, "I think I might be pregnant."
"Babe, that's wonderful!" Jason did his best to ignore the memory of his ex-girlfriend and sister-in-law, telling him she was pregnant moments after she was married. Chances were the baby was Blake's, anyway, so why worry about it?
But then Grace left to practice, and Jason went back to his room to shower and change, only to find someone very familiar and very unwelcome. You see, Treasure had chosen her position strategically: she had driven Jason and Grace from the privacy of their bedroom to a place where she could easily supervise them. It was all too easy to slip Jason something at breakfast, let it wear down his defenses all day, then give him a stronger dose just before she made her move.
And it was only getting easier every day.
Perhaps you have noticed that Mist hasn't been in the story much. Perhaps she has simply been occupied with assuming control of Lucky Palms--no, she did that ages ago. Perhaps she's stayed holed up in her room in a deep depression. Perhaps Blake brought his mother-in-law some flowers one morning in a way that was meant to be completely platonic.
And perhaps she looked at him closely and felt a strange little flutter while scrutinizing the young medical student. Perhaps he then stumbled over his own words and fell silent, looking back at her.
And perhaps Mist's much better at seduction than anyone gives her credit for.
"Well, that was fun, but not the best. I'm going to work now, so just--whatever."
Blake sighed to himself, roaming the halls of the house alone. He had just been promoted to being a Resident which, as we all know from Grey's Anatomy, is incredibly exhausting. His home life was simply strange, even a little lonely. He was developing startlingly deep feelings for his mother-in-law, who seemed to have no feelings for him at all, and Treasure was constantly AWOL: he only saw her in the morning and at night. Blake did love Treasure, more than he would have thought possible, but at the same time . . . If only he could find someone who would admit she loved him without just saying it to placate him, who was kind and sweet and genuinely interested in him.
Grace Moonstone, quickly advancing in the Music career, had spent days searching for the perfect room to play guitar in. She finally settled on Treasure and Blake's room, which had lots of empty space and perfect acoustics, and was often empty.
"Oh, sorry for being in here!" Grace said hurriedly as she saw Blake. "It's just that I needed to practice guitar for work, and--"
"No, it's fine," Blake assured her, glancing at his feet. Both young, abandoned newlyweds found themselves suddenly and undefinably filled with attraction for each other.
Almost not knowing what was happening, they found themselves kissing in the center of the room. Maybe it would have been easier if they were somewhere else, in public, with something to remind them of reality. It was a trick of the universe that they first fell into each other's arms in a room, with a door, and a bed.
"So why won't you marry me already?"
"I told you, Treasure, I love Grace, too. And every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again, and that just makes me feel guilty. We shouldn't see each other. I know Grace would never do something like this to me."
"Of course she would," Treasure said sweetly, taking Jason's hand in hers. "She would betray you if she had the chance, she's just so stupid and ugly that no one would ever let her near them. Now, just remember that you love
me."
In a room less than two yards away from where Treasure and Jason engaged in certain activities, Treasure's husband and Jason's wife engaged in those same certain activities.
"What about Treasure? And your husband?"
"We can worry about that later," Grace murmured, pulling him forward. She had worked very hard for Jason, and was certain that he was fully in love with her, but now . . . the rules kept on changing, and she didn't know how to keep up with them. Never mind the positive pregnancy test or the scheduled appointment at the doctor's office. She could worry about that in an hour. Or two.
"I don't want to stop this, but--"
"Blake, they're better people than we are, and I'm willing to accept that if we can be together."
"Stop being so paranoid, Jason. They won't find out."
Two by two, four people emerged into the living room, taking care to leave a large gap between each other. All were dressed for bed, but still awake, even though it was two in the morning.
"Hey, beautiful," Jason greeted her with a light kiss. "What are you still doing up?"
"I was waiting for you to come back," she answered airily. "Ready for bed?"
"
I was at the library reading up on all of the pregnancy books," Treasure assured her husband. "Apparently, our baby is forming hands right now!" Her eyes briefly met Jason's on the word
our.
"Are you tired?"
"Not at all," she laughed, pulling him into a kiss.
So, the final results:
Jason: Still being love-potioned every day, but his previous affection for Treasure and guilt over ruining her life are beginning to affect him more than the potion ever could. All in all, everything is going according to Treasure's plans.
Grace: She's noticing Jason's absence, but is sure that he isn't betraying her, out of either deep-seated trust or desperate insecurity--either way, she's so in love with him that she can't think anything but the best of him. Essentially, her biggest defense is denial. The question is, will she deny her fling with Blake, even to herself?
Blake: Previously the family's golden boy, he's now in love with Treasure, Grace, and Mist, which pretty much puts him on either the top or the bottom of the food chain. How will the friendly, honest guy handle being in three separate relationships, all but one of which count as cheating in some way or another?
Treasure: Well, she's still just plain crazy.