My phone rang over and over but I ignored it, I didn't care who was on that line. I didn't want to talk to them anyway. The only person I wanted to talk to wasn't alive anymore and no one could change that or console me. Every time I thought of Molly laying on that slab, pale, and cold, with all the spark poured out of her I burst into tears. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right. She didn't deserve to die, Molly was meant to live. I wish I could go back and discover she had cancer before it took over her body, invaded her brain and turned everything that was Molly into nothing at all.

I felt bad that I was wallowing in my own self-pity. My sister, mom, and Ric were going through a lot but here I was laying in bed in my feeling bad for myself. If Molly were alive she would be with my family, trying to make everyone else get through it before she even thought of herself. In some way I didn't want to talk to any of them because it meant that it was final, it was true. Molly was dead and never coming back. I'll face the world later, right now I just wanted to sleep the day away. I buried my head back into my pillow and fought for sleep. Minutes after I fell asleep I was woken up by thick calloused hands on my shoulders. I shot up fighting, but the man was faster and stronger than me he caught my hands and called my name. I looked up and realized that it was only Jason. I settled in my bed, not fighting anymore but looking up at a face I hadn't seen in weeks. And before than I hadn't saw at all before I quit my job with Sonny.

"How did you get in my apartment?" I knew my door was locked, and had been locked for eight days. The day Molly died and I hadn't gotten out of bed but to go to the bathroom and choke down food just to throw it right back up.

He shrugged, something he always did. "I broke in. No one has heard from you, we were getting worried that you had..." Jason trailed off but I knew what he was getting at. My family had thought I'd killed myself while grieving.

"Oh." It was the only intelligent word I could think of at the time.

"I'm sorry about your sister." He said quietly, letting go of my hands slowly and back a foot from my bed. Jason looked so strange in my room, tall, handsome, dressed in a slash of black. Usually he had this dull look on his face like life was boring the hell out of him but as he looked at me I saw a sense of sadness in his eyes. I took the emotion as pity, and I hated pity.

"Thanks." I nodded, I smoothed the covers over myself and waited for him to say something else but he remained silent. Of course he wasn't going to say anything, when did he ever just 'talk'? "Well since you see I'm alive and well...you can go."

Jason took a step back and paused, he looked at me more closely. "Sam...you're not okay."

"My sister is dead, I'm not going to be okay." I snapped.

He flinched at my sudden anger but he didn't move towards the door, no, he stepped towards me. "When was the last time you've gotten out of bed?"

I snort of laughter blew out of my mouth and I fell back into my pillow looking towards my bathroom door, "About three hours ago."

"And before that?"

I shrugged, "Don't know, don't care."

"Sam..." He said my name softly, almost as if he was saying it to himself. I looked back towards him and saw that he looked exhausted. Jason's shoulders sagged with the weight of everyone's problems, the light in his bright blue eyes was gone. I knew he had more important things to do he shouldn't be here with me.

"Go, Jason. The world needs you." It was slight mocking of the truth. It seemed like whenever someone had a problem it became his and he ended up having to save the day time and time again when I knew he'd rather go riding on his motorcycle for hours on end not worrying about anything but if he needed a tune up on his truck. Too bad no one else cared about what he wanted, they cared about what he could do for them. Like making all their problems go away.

"You're the one stopping me from leaving." He accused, blackmail written over every word he'd spoken.

I closed my eyes tried to reel in my irritation, but it was hard. "What are you talking about?"

He shrugged, a familiar fluid motion that was familiar to me. "I'll leave if you get up, change your bed sheets, shower, eat something and go watch something crappy on television."

"One of your goals is to have me watch something crappy on television?"

Jason shrugged again, and I decided right then that I hated that shrug. "At least you'll be out of bed."

"And if I do all of that you'll leave?" I wanted to be sure, no point in getting out of bed if he was going bother me longer.

"Yeah. You should call your mom too...she's worried. Everyone is."

I looked away from him once he mentioned her. I wasn't quite ready to face everyone. I didn't feel strong enough and right now my family needed someone who was strong, who could handle the funeral arrangements, and be the their shoulder to cry on. And I wasn't ready for that. I wonder did they already plan it, what dress she was going to be buried in and what picture they were going to choose to lay on her open casket.

I didn't know I was crying until I felt Jason's fingers wiping away my tears. His fingers were gentle on my skin, and warm. He looked so sad then, "Sam. Sam, please don't cry."

I scrubbed at my eyes, successfully clearing my vision and drying my eyes. I shot out of bed and wobbled to my dresser, my legs felt like jelly underneath me. I noticed how when Jason's fingers slid over my skin, my blood heated underneath and I didn't like it one bit, or did I? I shook my head, now wasn't a time to be thinking about these things. I grabbed another pair of pajama's out of my dresser and went into my bathroom shutting the door behind me.

I didn't want to admit it but I felt refreshed after my shower, my skin rejuvenated and my thoughts clearer. Usually I didn't like an over powering scent on me, but I loved the scent of sandalwood covering my body head to toe. It woke me up a bit, and I left the bathroom feeling like a whole new person. As soon as I opened my bedroom door which Jason must have shut for my privacy I smelled the amazing aroma of pasta. My stomach began rumbling loud enough that I knew Jason had to hear all the way into the kitchen. I caught him right in the middle of making lemonade.

Jason looked up from cutting a lemon in half and smiled when he saw me. The light lit into his eyes, and I my breath hitched into my chest at that smile he gave me. I'd never seen him smile before, it was usually all business between us and nothing more. "You like pasta right?"

"Yeah, I do how did you know?"

He gave me a funny look, "You told me, remember?"

I shook my head, me and Jason never talked much before and I never remembered telling him about one of my favorite dishes. "Nope."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed that I didn't remember but he went back to the lemonade. And I just stood there in my own home feeling out of place.

"Is the food done?" I asked, not wanting to hint at how hungry I was but I could barely wait any longer for a plate of something to put into my stomach.

He nodded, a man of few words and took a plate put of my drying rack and made me a plate. I took it, making sure our fingers didn't touch because I didn't really like the reaction I had last time. For a hitman, and one who was never near a kitchen he sure did know how to cook. It was the first time I actually moaned while eating food, well that wasn't true it happened once when I bit into this chocolate made only in Italy that Maxie had brought me when she was with Kate. Chocolate did things to me.

He sat infront of me and paid only mind to his phone. It bothered me that instead of helping whoever it was who actually needed him he was here with me. Why? I continued eating the rest of my pasta and took the plate to the kitchen and placed it in the dishwasher after scrubbing the tiny little bits of cheese that was left of my food. I noticed that he had placed the rest of the pasta in the refrigerator in one of my tupperware containers. When I came back from the kitchen I noticed he was still playing around with his phone.

"If your duty calls..." I hinted that he should leave, even though a little part of me hoped that he'd stay so I wouldn't be alone with my thoughts.

"Ah, get over it Sam. You aren't getting rid of me that easy." Jason stated, standing out of my chair and coming to lead me into my living room by placing a hand on the small of my back and giving me a bit of a push. I don't know why it warmed my heart that he wasn't going to leave me alone easily, usually no one was there for me. My friends, my dad, past boyfriends, and now my sister. Who else would leave me?

Instead of taking the love seat he came and plopped down beside me, invading my personal space, his denim jeans rubbing against my thigh. He stretched his arms out so that one was behind me lining the back of the couch. Somewhat like a boyfriend did when you were at the movies. I began flicking through the channel's trying to find something to watch when I went past The Wizard of Oz. One of my favorite movies, but it was going off in three minutes. I kept flicking and soon I found Jersey Shore on. Well he said something crappy, and this was, but it was a bit entertaining.

"What the hell are they doing?" Jason asked, gesturing towards DJ Pauly D.

I shrugged like he often did, "Fist pumping."

"Why, they look like freaking idiots?"

I laughed, haven't done that in a while. It felt good though, "Wanna watch something else?"

"Oh, yes."

I flicked through some of the Premium channels and was over joyed when I saw that Gone With The Wind was on. It had already started but I didn't care. I lifted my feet onto the couch, and without thinking snuggled a bit into Jason to get comfortable. He didn't move away, so I didn't think he minded. We were at the middle of the movie when his phone began to ring, he didn't move to answer it. When knew very well that he wanted to. "Jason, it's okay...you can go."

"I'm not going anywhere, it's just Carly and she doesn't want anything."

I laughed again, hey twice in an hour. Jason was right though Carly usually didn't want anything just wanted to know what Jason was doing, where he was doing it and who he was doing it with. And recently she'd been going through a lot, since she broke it off with Jax he was trying to fight her for custody, and she wasn't too happy about Brenda and Sonny marriage, since he wasn't paying any attention to her anymore. "You sure?"

"I'm exactly where I want to be Sam." He said so softly I had to look up at him just to catch him gazing down on me with shiny sapphire eyes. He wiped at my face before I realized I was even crying. "I'm not going to leave you alone until I can get you to stop doing that."