Please note the following General Hospital changes in cast: Carly Roberts-Alcazar will be played by Tamara Braun. AJ Quartermaine will be played by Sean Kanan. Lucky Spencer will be played by Jonathan Jackson. Emily Bowen Quartermaine will be played by Amber Tamblyn. Lois Cerullo will be played by Rena Sofer. Nikolas Cassadine will be played by Coltin Scott. Gia Campbell will be played by Marisa Ramirez. Michael Quartermaine has become a victim of Soap Opera Rapid Aging Syndrome and is now17 years old.

Pairings inside: LoCa, Luda, JaSam, Zem, Rexis. There are more to come as the story goes on.

The only characters I personally own are the characters of Sofie and Sage Alcazar (Lorenzo and Carly's daughters) andan OFC that will be coming in later in the story named Kayla.

Please remember that this story takes place in an alternate reality. Lorenzo and Luis Alcazar were and are the leaders of the criminal element of Port Charles. Lucky Spencer never became a cop. The death of Zander Smith didn't happen. Ric Lansing is not related to Sonny Corinthos at all, though he is still the District Attorney.

The world moved in slow motion, and no matter how hard she jerked her body, she couldn't get free of the hands that held tightly to her. She couldn't escape to the other side of the street. Sam McCall cried out, "Jason!" As she watched Jason Morgan fall to the ground underneath a spattering of bullets, she felt her body sagging, then sinking, until she was on her knees and the only thing that held her upright was the grip that two members of the PCPD had on her arms.

The light dusting of snow on the ground melted into wet circles on her knees. She jerked hard from the policemen and fell forward. Through blurred eyes, she watched her black leather covered hands flatten the snow. Jet black hair fell around her face, blocking the wind that tried to frost her cheeks. Her throat tightened and her body jerked as she tried to take in breaths. This wasn't happening, she thought. This couldn't be happening.

Then, as though a curtain had been moved in her head, she realized that no one was holding her anymore. Sam rushed across the street, uncaring of any cars that may have been coming down the main road. She started on her hands and knees, then gradually rose until her feet were on the ground. At the curb, she collapsed again to her knees, but continued to scurry across until she could reach out and touch him.

The blood on the snow-covered ground was so bright, so sickeningly red that it looked like paint. She stopped and stared it, leaking onto the ground. For a moment, she thought she must have been dreaming, because it just didn't look real enough. She was dreaming, or someone was playing a practical joke on her, because blood was not supposed to be that red.

Voices around her brought Sam back to reality. It wasn't a dream, and he was laying there, his eyelids slack and only slight groans coming from his lips. She moved closer to him and her knees crushed the reddened snow. She found it strange that her eyes were dry. As much as she loved Jason, as much as she needed him, there were no tears falling. She thought it was because he would want her to stay strong. He didn't want her to cry if he weren't there to dry her tears.

Hands grabbed her arms, and suddenly tears were there. They were trying to snatch her away from him, and she didn't even knew who they were. As far as she knew, they could have been with the attackers, ready to drag her off somewhere and kill her next. Sam fell forward and when she came back, she was holding tightly to the butt of Jason's gun. She aimed at the police officers and screamed, "Get the hell away from me!"

"Sam!" She knew the voice that called her name, and it wasn't Jason's. Even though it was one that she trusted, she didn't turn away. She didn't drop her shaking aim at the police officers that edged closer to her, their own guns out and pointing at her. "Sam, put the gun down."

"They let him get shot," she said, trying to steady her arms. Her elbows were bending, and at each drop of the gun, she straightened her arms again, only for them to weaken as her body started to shake. "They let him shoot him and they're trying to drag me away!"

"They won't take you away, I won't let them. But, right now, you need to think about Jason."

She blinked and slowly her arms started to lower. Jason, she thought. He was lying there, almost dying, and even though they were outside of the police station, no one had been called. She could hear police talking around her, but there were no sirens. No ambulance was on its way. Would they really let him die on their stoop? Would they let him bleed to death in front of the PCPD station?

"Sam." And this time, the voice made her turn. It also made her drop the gun, and let it clatter against the ground. She saw a blur of blue as the police rushed forward and kicked the gun aside. Another voice told them to stand back, leave her alone, and she just how much guilt Mac Scorpio felt over this happening on his own steps that he sent his own officers back.

Jason looked at her with blue eyes peeking through his half closed lids. His eyelashes rested against his cheekbones, and she thought how impossibly long they looked. His lips quivered slightly as he spoke her name again, forcing the syllable out as though he knew that his voice was the only thing keeping her from attacking someone.

Sam felt a bump against her leg and looked down. Jason's index finger touched just above her knee. She grabbed his hand and brought it up to her mouth. She pressed her lips to his hand and held him for uncountable seconds before collapsing onto his chest. She felt blood against her face and sat up abruptly. "Jason…" She gulped and touched his face, gripping either side of his head with both hands. As her fingers moved, she left smudges of red against his cheeks. Her lip trembled as she said, "Jason…"

"Lorenzo," he said weakly, blinking against the snow that fell on his face.

"He's fine." She blinked then looked up. In her tunnel vision, she had only been able to see Jason and his blood. Only at the mention of his name did she remember that Lorenzo Alcazar had been standing just behind him. Only then did she remember watching Jason push both Alcazar and their attorney, Alexis Davis, to the ground just moments before the bullets hit him. "Tell him you're fine," she said through tight lips.

"I'm fine," Lorenzo said, pushing himself to his feet. His face was blanched and as he rose, moving out of her immediate view, she saw the drops of blood fall from his fingers to hit the ground. She looked back up at him and said, "It's just in the shoulder. Alexis…"

"I'm fine," she said, shaking off the snow. "The ambulance is on its way." There were no bullet holes in her. She was fine.

Sam looked back to Jason. "They're both fine. And you're gonna be fine." She sniffed and wiped at the tears that coated her cheeks. The blood on her hands had already started to dry and when she touched the wetness of her face, flaking red chips melted in her tears. "Everybody's fine, okay? You're gonna be okay."

She bent down and pressed her lips against his. "I love you," she murmurred against his face. She felt his lips move, but didn't hear a sound. Yet, she knew that he'd told her that he loved her, too. He had to love her, because his heart was leaking out onto her jacket and she could feel it. And he would be okay, and he would get vengeance, because this was not something that Jason Morgan or Lorenzo Alcazar would let slide. And, if it came down to it, neither would she.