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This was supposed to be another one-shot (sequel to War of Words and Blackmail) but halfway through writing it, I changed my mind. It takes place about eight months after the last story left off. Right now, Sam is working undercover for Karpov and trying to get info from Jerry. The Sucky prison fight was actually their breakup because Sam realized that Lucky doesn't trust or believe in her. The explosion in the alley was a ruse so Jerry could kidnap Sam. Jason came upon it after Sam was already gone. Sam was on that boat with Jerry for a week. Oh, and Karpov is still alive. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1

"It's such a waste," Jerry Jacks was telling his captive as he set the last of the plasma charges.

Sam McCall faced him defiantly. "What?" she indulged him. She knew it was stupid to encourage his delusions but she figured if she was going to die in a few minutes, it really didn't matter.

"That you have to die," he said with a careless shrug.

"Then don't kill me," Sam told him tiredly. She knew he wouldn't change his mind for she had already tried to dissuade him too many times. His amused laughter wasn't unexpected but it still managed to annoy her.

He had already succeeded in framing her for his own crimes, and would probably get away with killing her in his latest blast and making her look like his accomplice so he could get away unscathed but did he have to be so cocky?

"Awfully tempting, Sweet Sam, but people like us can't trust anyone but number one." He pointed to himself and tossed his head to the side sadly. "You were quite the adversary. I shall miss you a great deal."

"You'll be joining me sooner than you think," Sam warned him.

"I very much doubt that. I plan to die of old age on a tropical island many, many years from now," Jerry replied.

"It won't take long for the cops to figure out that you didn't die in the explosion and then they're going to find you and you'll 'accidentally' be killed in a police shootout in a few months."

"I'm sure you've noticed by now, Sweet Sam," he raised his glass of champagne to her and took a small sip. "Port Charles' finest are deeply stupid. Even if by some miracle, they figure out that I did not meet my end in the explosion, they would never find me again."

"Then, Jason will."

Jason peeked into the cabin at the mention of his name. He'd been waiting for almost thirty minutes for Jerry to leave the room so he could help Sam and get the hell off the boat.

Even now, he could hear the disdain in her tone. It had been months since she told him to stay away from her after she had discovered that he had covered up for Elizabeth when she had hit Sam with her car, and he had given her time and space.

He knew it would be a while before she would forgive him, especially after she was fired from her television show, but it had been almost eight months and she still seemed to despise him.

"Jason has promised not to kill me."

"He'll break it when he finds out that you've been helping Karpov move drugs in to his territory," Sam told him smugly and enjoyed the nervous twitch of Jerry's cheek.

"No matter," Jerry waved away the problem with a flick of his wrist.

"Keep telling yourself that until your staring down the barrel of Jason's gun," Sam taunted him. "Then you'll be eating his bullets."

"Shut up!" Jerry backhanded her and she was thrown off the bed and onto the floor. Unbeknownst to him, he had just given her the opportunity she had been waiting for.

She swung her leg out and brought Jerry to the ground. She quickly brought her other leg around and held him still between her legs, putting pressure around his neck to warn him not to try anything.

"Now, give me the keys," she ordered.

At first he didn't budge, but she applied pressure to his neck again and squeezed for a few minutes until he was desperate for air. He reached into his pocket and threw the keys in her direction.

She was able to catch them between her teeth and unlock the handcuffs that chained her to the bed frame and placed them on Jerry's. She grabbed Jerry's gun that was nearby and held it on him as she got to her feet.

Jason watched in shock at the shift in power from Jerry to Sam. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he might not have believed it.

Sam grabbed the detonator from the desk. "Looks like you're caught in your own trap, Mr. Craig."

"Now, Sweet Sam, let's not do anything rash," Jerry held his hands out in surrender and she knew he was already looking for a way to spin things.

"We could still be partners."

"Sorry, but as you said before, I can't trust anyone but myself," Sam said with an apologetic look on her face that was complete bullshit. "To be perfectly honest, you're just too much trouble to be allowed to live."

Using his own words against him was the icing on the cake as she watched him realize that he was indeed screwed. She pushed the detonator and watched as the clocks began the count down.

Jason realized what Sam had just done and as she turned to leave, he revealed himself to her. "What did you just do?"

Momentarily caught off guard by Jason's presence, Sam looked shell shocked but she quickly recovered and her mouth curved into a sly smile. "Well, look, its Elizabeth's knight in shining armour."

"Sam," he began to say but she shook her head at him.

"Run now, bitch later," she barked as she took him by the hand and started running.

Jason pulled her up on the docks and she gave him a brief nod of appreciation.

"What were you doing there?" She finally asked him.

"Spinelli caught your distress signal and we were able to track the boat down from that," he replied. He then explained about finding the piece of detonator from the explosion in the alley that Jerry had used to abduct her. "I came to save you."

"I don't need to be saved, Jason," Sam told him honestly. She didn't care if she hurt his feelings anymore.

"Do you realize what you just did?" Jason asked as he pointed at the ruins of Jerry's boats.

Sam nodded carelessly. "I did what you should have done last year." She was referring to his reluctance to kill Jerry after the MetroCourt explosion.

"Karpov was in league with Jerry, Sam. He's responsible for framing you too," Jason reminded her.

"I'm aware of that."

"So he's going to know that you're responsible for blowing up his shipment and his right-hand, and then he'll come after you."

"I know," Sam reiterated, getting annoyed with the lecture. Did he really think she didn't know what she was getting herself into when she decided to work undercover for Karpov and when she pushed that button?

"You're going to need protection."

Sam scoffed at him. "No thanks, Jason."

"Sam, you're gonna get yourself killed."

"I've almost been killed plenty of times and I survived all of that without your help and I will do the same now."

"This is different," Jason insisted.

"No, it isn't," Sam disagreed. "I don't trust you anymore. I can't depend on you to have my back if I can't trust you."

"Sam-"

"No, Jason!" Sam yelled in frustration. "I can take care of myself just like I did before I met you. It's too late for you and your white horse to come around."