I had this idea rolling around in my head. What if Steve Burton wanted to return? What if they wanted to Keep Billy Miller as well? How would they make it work? I was inspired by a DOOL storyline from the 80s.

This will be a Liason story, so if you don't like, don't read. I'm going to try to be as fair as I can with the characters.

I hope you enjoy. I own nothing. Just borrow from time to time.

Eyes fluttered open as the man lying in hospital bed came out of his sleep. He looked around the sterile room he was in, his memory returning to the reality of the situation. He was being held here, for how long, he wasn't sure.

He had woken up from a coma several weeks ago. His arms were being restrained by straps wrapped around his wrists which were secured to the bed frame. His ankles were given the same treatment. As soon as he woke up, he was put in this position.

His eyes went up to the TV hanging off the wall in the corner. While it was off now, he knew that soon it would be turned on, and he would yet again be forced to watch as someone completely took over his life. Everyone he'd ever cared about had been taken in by this stranger. This man didn't even look like him, yet they all accepted that it was. Of course, he was updated on how this all came into play. This man that had taken over his life truly believed he was who everyone thought he was. Somehow, he had all of the memories. He didn't understand how, but yet, he was alive, which shouldn't have been the case, so nothing surprised him anymore.

As if on cue, a nurse came into the room, a smile on her face.

"Well, good morning! How is the patient today?" she asked, her voice too chipper and dripping with sarcasm.

The man in bed just looked right ahead, his eyes cold as ice. He hadn't said anything since he woke up from his coma. When he first came to, he was disoriented, calling out for the woman he had dreams of while he was unconscious.

The nurse went about her usual routine. Every morning she would come in, change the man's catheter bag, as well as check his vitals. She also would change the IV bag. She went about her job, usually taunting the man.

"Wonder what show you'll be watching today. Will it be your business partner, or his wife, your best friend, hanging all over phony you? Could it be your wife? Oh no, it's his wife now, since you've been dead so long, the marriage was legally dissolved. Or, will you see her? I'm almost happy you haven't said anything since you woke up. You said her name enough while you were out to make me want to throw up."

She was taunting him with a huge grin on her face, while he continued looking ahead, his face showing now emotion. She rolled her eyes and chuckled, reaching for the remote control and turning the TV on.

"Well I'm done for now," she said walking over to the door. She opened it, then turned toward him, "Enjoy the show, Mr. Morgan."

Jason's eyes turned to the TV. His replacement was sitting in his penthouse, arms wrapped around Sam. He chose Sam. He took a deep breath. He was getting out of there by the end of the week. He had been slowly working on the leather restraints. It wouldn't be much longer until he could at least free one of his arms.

"I will get my life back. I will get back to Port Charles and make things right," he vowed.