Disclaimer: I do not own General Hospital, ABC owns it and it's characters. This is purely for amusement, and to hone my writing skills. Nothing more, nothing less. Thank you so much.

Summary: When Sam shows up to confront Elizabeth of knowing about Jason, a shocking truth comes out leaving both women blindsided and changes everything.

Pairings: Liason, with a side of Samtrick and past! Jasam

Inspiration: A different take on Fallouts Aren't Pretty.

Chapter Inspired by the Song: "Playing God" by Paramore

Warning: It's very easy to paint Sam as the villian as a Liason fan, to bring up the past and say look Elizabeth might have done this, but Sam did this. But in truth, Elizabeth and Sam have buried the hatchet over and over. It's the writers who keep ressurecting it, and beating a dead horse. So I don't want to backtrack any of the characters here. I don't want Elizabeth to be put in the role of liar, and lose out on love again. I don't want Sam to be crazy Sam from 2007, but one who has the potientially to continue to grow and move forward. And I don't want lapdog Jason, I want a man who is willing to stand up for the person he wants to be with no matter what. This is how this story came to be.

Pointing Fingers Often Get Broken

by ThroughtheMirrorDarkly

Chapter One

"You don't have to believe me,

But the way, the way I see it,

The next time you point a finger,

And I'll break it, break it off."

-Playing God, Paramore

Jason stood there feeling as if he had stepped into the twilight zone. He felt like he had been plunged head first underwater, and Sam's accusations sounded far away that he could barely hear them. His heart clenched inside of his chest as he stared at Elizabeth. All the blood drained from his fiance's face, and her blue eyes widened with shock and pain at Sam's rant. Elizabeth had voiced concerns that Sam would be hurt that Jason had stayed with her, and after he told her that she was the one he wanted, she had told him to make sure Sam knew that Danny and her wouldn't be left on the outside of his life. Elizabeth told him that she knew how painful that was, and even though her and Sam would never be friends, she would want to visit that pain upon them.

It was almost perfect, Jason thought, a cold stone settling into the pit of his stomach. If Carly had never found out...if he hadn't fallen into the old impluse to rush to her aid...if only, and he shook his head. "Sam, you need to stop," Jason grounded out, his teeth gnashed together. "Elizabeth didn't know about my identity. She was just as blindsided as you at the wedding."

"Jason, you've only got to see the side of Elizabeth that she wants you to see," Sam stated, vehemently. Her dark eyes glaring daggers at the other brunette, and she couldn't believe she ever respected the other woman. "She isn't this perfect, little angel that you think she is."

"Oh, I'm nobody's little angel, Sam," Elizabeth snarled. She was done with Sam's accusations. She knew she had done horrible things in her past, but Sam wasn't a saint either, and Elizabeth was tired of the other woman pretending to be. "And if you stay in my house one more minute, you are going to remember that the hard way."

"I'd like to see you try," Sam challenged, viciously.

"Hey! Hey! Enough," Jason stepped in between the two women, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"No, it's not enough," Sam countered, on a shout. "That bitch stole my life again, and I can't believe you are letting her to do this to us."

"First off," Jason bit out, "there isn't an us, Sam. There hasn't been for a long time, and unless I've been mistaken you are engaged to Patrick. You've mourned me, and you moved on, and you started a new life. Just like I started one with Elizabeth, and she has stolen nothing from you. Not now, and not all those years ago."

There was a beat of silence where both women turned to gape at him with shocked expression. Elizabeth was the first to recover, and she gently placed a hand on his arm. "You remember that?" She whispered out, as if half not believing it.

"Yes," Jason whispered out. His blue eyes turned to look at her, and his eyes flickered across her face with such love and sadness. "I remember finding Sam with Ric, and then you showing up at my doorstep. I remember giving into the part of me that was always a little bit in love with you, and I never regreted it. Not then and not now."

Sam made a noise, a pained sound and took a step back away from them as if physically struck. It was like reliving all those times when Jason said he was hers, and then she would catch him staring at Elizabeth from across the room. The pain of knowing that half of him would always belong to Elizabeth, and there was no way to change that. She could feel any hope of being with Jason, to rekindle their love slip right through her fingers.

Neither Elizabeth nor Jason cared. Elizabeth had tears in her eyes, and her bottom lip quivered. "Oh, Jason, why didn't you say anything to me?" She asked, her voice laced with hurt and sorrow.

"Because I knew the second I acknowledge the fact that I was Jason Morgan, the second that this...our lives would be changed," he said, with a shake of his head. "I knew that everyone that loved him, would come rushing in with their opinions and what they thought I should do so I kept quiet so I could keep you."

Elizabeth stared at him, her mouth moved, but not a sound came from it. She placed a hand to her forehead, and shook her head side to side slightly. "Jason, you know that I loved you. I have loved you for so long, but kept it to myself. When I found that you...were you, it just made all my feelings I felt for you when I met you as Jake Doe...I finally understood it," she told him, with a soft laugh. "You didn't have to hide that you started to remember after our not-wedding."

Jason looked down at his feet. The painful and unsettled feeling in his stomach grew tenfold and he felt guilt claw viciously at him.

"So you remember, and you didn't say...anything?" Sam said, in a hoarse whisper. A tear ran down her cheek, and her upper body shook with a repressed sob. "How could you do that, Jason? How could you say nothing? Just to say with her?"

Elizabeth let out a sardonic chuckle. "With me? Like that's so impossible? Like Jason and I don't have years of history, even before we made Jake. Like I haven't helped to save his life, or do anything illegal to help keep him out of jail. It's not like I was the only to help him when he was Jake Doe. It not's like I let him into my home, or was the only one who believed in him or stood behind him when he was being brainwashed into doing Helena's brainwashing," she countered, her arms crossed across her chest. Her blue eyes were hard, and she drew herself up to her full height. "Oh, wait, that's exactly what happened. You are the one who hated Jake on sight. You are the one who said he was nothing like Jason. You can try to rewrite Jason and mine's history all you like, but we both know the truth."

"Oh, please, you couldn't handle Jason's life," Sam snapped. "And you can't handle it now."

"Really? Because it seems to me the only who isn't handling Jason's life right now...is you, Sam," Elizabeth said, grinning broadly. She took dark pleasure in the jab after having to deal with all the things Sam had thrown in her face, just to hurt her and turn Jason against her. She didn't know where Sam got the idea of her lying about Jason's identity, but the other woman couldn't be more wrong. Elizabeth would never lie about something like that. Yes, she had lied before to protect herself and to spare those that she loved pain, but she knew how much Jason meant to everyone. She wouldn't have done that. Not even to get back at Sam. "You were happy with Patrick. You were happy being a mother to Emma. You were fine with being a friend to Jake, and even a little bit to me. But as soon as you found out Jason's identity, you threw that down the drain and no matter how you try to turn this around on me...that's all on you."

"You know nothing of what I feel," Sam told the other woman, with a glower. "If you for one second had the common deceny to think about what you were doing to me, or to Danny then you would have came clean. But no, you wanted Jason to yourself and you found the perfect way to do it. You kept Nicolas's sick lie to keep playing house with Jason. I bet you got a sick kick out of keeping everyone Jason loved out of his life."

"You mean, like you did when you kept Jason and me apart by hiring men to point guns at us?" Elizabeth said, her voice deceptively calm. Her words hit true, and a flash of guilt that would never fade flashed through Sam's eyes. "I get that you are hurting, Sam. I know how that hurts to have someone that you love come back, but not love you like before. I went through it with Lucky all those years ago. And maybe this accusation...maybe it's a way to try to make things simpler. You can't get back at Helena because she is dead, and Nicolas is practically untouchable so you needed to have a target to lash out at, and given our volitale history, you chose me."

"My God," Sam scoffed. "I can't believe you. You have the nerve to lie to my face. To Jason's face for months. I heard Jake talking to Danny, Elizabeth. I heard him say he had a secret about you, and that it had to do with Jason." She turned her dark eyes on Jason, and looked at him pleadingly. "Jason...this isn't some ploy to get you back. This isn't about that. Thsi is me caring for you, the father of my child and the person who helped me through some dark times. Elizabeth is lying to you, and you don't want a relationship built upon a lie. It crumbles and leaves you devastated in ways that are unimaginably painful, and I don't want that for you. Nicolas and Elizabeth stole your life."

Jason stood there, with a painful knot in the back of his throat. He hadn't wanted things to end up like this. He wanted things to be peaceful, to resolve the past and move on to a better future. He didn't want to hurt these two women or put them in this position of fighting over him like last time. "Nicolas didn't tell Elizabeth anything," Jason choked out, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He didn't tell her."

"For God's sake, Jason, open you eyes! Nicolas told her!" Sam said, clinging to her accusations. Without them every hope in her heart would fall apart. Without them then that meant the divide between her and Jason was made even wider by Elizabeth. It was selfish, a part of her acknowledged this, but that part fell deaf in the wake of knowing the man that had been her whole life was standing in front of her. And she wanted him to remember that. To remember her, even if only for a moment. "He did!"

"No, he didn't!" Jason shouted back. "He told me!"

The house fell so silent that one could hear a pen drop. Jason's chest heaved up and down as he stared at Sam who looked like he had destoryed her entire world while Elizabeth sank weakly on the couch, looking up at him like she had never seen him before.

"He told me," he repeated, this time softly and he felt as if he had tied a noose around his neck.

And the rope was tightening.

END OF CHAPTER!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have been wishing for someone to write a fic where Nicolas goes and tells Jason the truth to keep him from Elizabeth, instead of Nicolas telling Elizabeth. One where Jason decided to keep the secret because he didn't like Jason Morgan, or his past, and he loved Elizabeth. Slowly his memories came back, re-enforcing this decision because he remembers how people played on their insecurities and fears and kept them from each other. He wanted a clena slate and chance to actually be with Elizabeth. He thought this was his chance, and he knew Sam was happier and better off with Patrick than with him. Since no one has done it yet, I decided to do a short version, but I would love for someone to take this idea and make a longer fic out of it.

RRs are appreciated as always. And for those waiting for a reply on Fallouts reviews, I will get to them tonight or tomorrow. :D