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Some things Never Change

CHAPTER 1

Jason ran into General Hospital with Carly at his heels. He glanced at the nurses' desk and noticed that Elizabeth was standing there with a look of total despair and sympathy. He looked away as Robin and Patrick came out to speak with them. This was not going to be good… He could tell by the looks on their faces. He could feel his heart stop beating and prayed that they wouldn't say what his heart was fearing they would say. Silently begging and bargaining with God that it would be good news, he could feel his nerves start to fray. He looked at them pleading with his eyes to give them good news.

"I am sorry." Robin started and Carly fell against Jason crying and sobbing. Jason wound his arms around her waist to hold her up.

"Carly…" Robin said firmly but quietly. "He is not dead… I shouldn't have started that way. I apologize. What I meant to say is that Michael WAS shot. In the head, BUT… Carly, he is alive. He is not awake, but he is alive. The next 24 hours will be critical for him. He is in room 2428. You can go and see him when you are ready." Robin stated quietly. Carly stood up and started to walk off. She was stopped by Robin's hand on her arm.

"Carly. I really am sorry that you are having to go through this. I wouldn't wish this on anyone." Carly looked at her enemy and her eyes softened as she saw a genuine concern for her and her son in her eyes.

"Thank you Robin." Carly said quietly as she gave her a small smile and grabbed Jason's hand and they rushed to Michael's room.

As they approached his room, Jason could feel his hands start to get that familiar itch. He wanted to make whoever hurt his nephew, really his son, to pay, and they would pay. They would pay with their life. His trigger finger started to twitch and his heart started to race as he thought of all the ways that he would make the bastard suffer. It almost calmed him to think of it. They walked into his room and saw the young boy laying there with tubes coming out of every orifice on his face it seemed… and one coming out of his head. Carly's hand flew to her mouth as she gasped at the sight of her son. Jason again gave her the strength and comfort that she was looking for. For the first time, she thought of Sonny. Where the hell was he? Michael was with Sonny… why was he not with Michael now?

"Jason, we need to check on Sonny! He should be here with Michael! He must be hurt or…" She couldn't bring herself to say the words that were running through her head. Jason silently nodded and walked out of the room alone. He walked further down the corridor towards the nurses station to find out if Sonny had come in with Michael. Each step getting harder and harder to take. Each breath getting harder and harder to breathe. He stopped and leaned against the wall and slid to the floor and let the tears that had been threatening to fall since he received the call about Michael started to silently fall. He sat there for a few moments and then gathered himself together and put the steel façade back on and went to get the answers his soul was seeking. He found out that Sonny did come in with Michael and then just rushed out after they rushed Michael into surgery. Jason went back to Carly and let her know that he was leaving for a bit, but would be back. Carly looked up at him and saw that Jason needed answers. He needed to go. She nodded at him. "Jason." She whispered. "Go to her." She looked at him with tears in her eyes. She could see him stiffen a little but then relax and gave her a small, sad smile, turned and walked out of the room.

He made it down to the garage before he even dared to think about her. She would have been his rock through this… she would have helped him figure this out… figure out who did this to Michael. She would have been right there, silently encouraging him to follow his gut and do whatever needed to be done to rectify, no help him get vengeance for Michael, and thinking about that made his heart hurt just a little more. He could never be with her again. Not because of what she had done to him or Elizabeth, but what he had done to her. He could never ask her to forgive him for his sins, and his heart broke a little more thinking about it. He chuckled solemnly, he didn't think that it was possible that his heart break anymore… it was shattered already. Before he knew it he was pulling into the parking garage and getting out of his SUV. He went up the elevator and down the hall. He looked at the door and took a ragged breath. He knew that he looked like hell, probably worse than that, but he knocked anyways. There was no answer and he debated staying to wait or go home. He decided on the latter, he had work to do. He turned to go and then he heard it.

"Jason?" Like water to a dying, thirsty man in the desert, her voice washed over him. He closed his eyes and turned to her.

"I don't know how I ended up here… I just left the hospital and started to drive and I ended up… here." He whispered.

She opened her door wider for him to enter. She didn't know what to say. Lucky had called her earlier and told her what had happened and her heart broke for the little boy… and for Jason. She wanted to go to him, but remembered that they hated each other, well he hated her, but yet, here he was. She was surprised. She was worried and concerned for him. She had seen him like this before. When Michael was taken by AJ and everyone but Jason thought that he was dead. But Jason wouldn't, couldn't believe it and he continued to look for him and they found him alive. She had been there to help him then, but this time, she just didn't know what she could do. She watched the broken man who was sitting on her couch and in that moment, all the walls that were up around her heart, started to crumble. She wanted to go to him and hold him and assure him that everything would be alright, but she didn't know anymore what he wanted or what he needed. She got a bottle of water and tried to hand it to him. He looked up at her tears swimming in his eyes.

"Got anything stronger?" He asked her sadly.

"Yeah… Whiskey or tequila?"

He looked at her lost as to what he wanted. She nodded and just poured him a shot of whiskey and handed it to him and he downed it in a gulp and handed her the glass back. She filled it again and handed it to him. Again, he slammed it back and handed the glass to her and shook his head for more.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked him quietly.

"Are you afraid of me Sam?" He asked her out of the blue.

Sam had to shake her head and tried to get on the same thought pattern that Jason could be going down.

"What?" she asked him confused.

"ARE. YOU. AFRAID. OF. ME. SAM?" He asked her again with a little more force.

"No Jason. I am not afraid of you." She whispered as she came and sat on the couch beside him.

"Why?" He asked her.

"Why am I not afraid of you?" she asked him still confused.

"Yes. Why, Sam, why are you not afraid of me? I hurt people… I KILL people… hell Sam… I threatened you… the woman that I love more than my next breath, and I threatened to kill you, so again SAM, WHY ARE YOU NOT AFRAID OF ME?" He cried.

And there it was… his point.

"You want to know Jason, why I am not afraid of you?" She said softly. "Because I know that the things that you do, is because you are protecting the people that you love. I know that you only kill the people who threaten and hurt those that are your family."

"NO! SAM! YOU ARE MY FAMILY…" he started and shook his head… "you were my family and look what I did to you! I threatened your life!" He cried.

"Jason, would you have gone through with it?" She asked him as he shook his head no. "No, you wouldn't have, and I knew that at the time Jason. We were both so hurt and in… You know what? You didn't come here tonight to rehash the past. It is what it is… what happened… happened… I want to help you now."

He looked at this woman and he just couldn't believe that she wasn't cowering in the corner from him. He had no right, no right to ask her to be there for him… to help him through this.

"Hey," she said quietly, "I want to help you Jason. With whatever you need." She looked at him and all he saw was concern in her eyes, no fear, no anger, no hurt, just concern and maybe a flash of love, or care? His heart leapt in his chest at the prospect.

"I need to find who did this Sam."

Thank God she thought as he moved to work stuff… she didn't know how much longer she would have been able to talk to him about feelings and the past without admitting that she still… "Stop it Samantha McCall!" she admonished herself.

"What can I do to help you?" She asked.

"Can you just stay close?" He asked her. His voice filled with tentative hopefulness. She looked at him knowing what he wanted, hell, she knew what he needed. He head screamed at her to run and not look back, but her heart was screaming at her to give him a chance. Who was she going to allow to win out? She had trusted him with her heart once before and he shattered it and just walked over the broken pieces out of her life without a care in the world, yet, it was the same shattered heart that was screaming at her to let him back in. She looked at this broken man before her and she opened her arms as he leaned into them and she could feel his tightly wound body relax and finally able to grieve. She felt his shoulders start to shake and the wetness on her shirt soaking through to her chest as her tears mixed with his as they sat there crying for the boy who may not come back to them.