Alright, so this story is set after the Metro Court explodes, but it all happened differently;
- Sam didn't jump off the side of the building to warn the police. Instead, when Jason handed her the black skii mask, she took four hostages with her, out an emergency exit, which included: Max, Mateo, and Nikolas with a wounded Robin. Before Sam and Emily could get out, Craig and one of the men found them and drug them back to the rest of the group. He cocks his gun, and is prepared to shoot Sam in the head, in front of everyone, before Sonny stops him. Sonny says he'll give him the code if he doesn't shoot Sam, even though he doesn't know the code. Just as he gives the last incorrect number, Jason (dressed as mercenary) and Sam jump Craig. Craig shoots both of them, before the police enter, and Cruz manages to shoot him. Then, one of the mercenaries hits the button and the place blows up.
- In the end, Lucky goes in and finds Sam. Jason and Elizabeth were not trapped in the elevator, and you'll have to go on to read the rest . . .
The General Hospital had become chaotic.
People ran throughout the corridors, doctors pushed bleeding patients down the halls, and others pleaded to hear words about their loved ones.
Pushing her way through the crowded hall was a small brunette, attracting a few glances as she did so. She was dressed in a black jump suit, her raven hair tousled and messy. Her face was covered with dirt, ash, and blood, but she seemed to hold strength in her eyes that was carrying through the pain that she was enduring.
"Where's Jason?" Samantha McCall asked the dark haired doctor who had nearly passed her.
Noah Drake's eyes widened when he took sight of the young woman, before finding words. "He's in the OR for surgery," he answered. "Listen, I can get you check out in another room-"
"No," Sam said cutting him off. She suddenly took sight of a familiar face, staring through the window of one of the operating rooms. "Lucky,"
The man stood still and focused, watching with a great amount of fear and pain. He looked to be in the same state as Sam was, with dirty clothes and dried blood staining his face. When he felt her small hand on his shoulder, he nearly jumped, but at the same time was brought to ease. "How is she?" Sam asked.
Lucas Lorenzo Spencer just shook his head. "I don't know. They said that she has internal bleeding. They're going to try and get the baby out as soon as they can," he answered, his voice cracking. He slowly turned away from the window and looked to Sam, "I can't lose them . . . I can't . . ."
"I know," Sam whispered softly.
The two stayed silent for a moment, before Lucky finally thought of something to say. "How's Jason?"
Sam shook her head, finding a lump rise in her throat, "He's in the OR. Craig shot him in the chest . . . I don't know if . . ." she stopped, turning away, finding tears come to the surface. As her brown eyes released the watery substance of her pain, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright," Lucky assured her quietly. "They'll both make it through this,"
"I really hope you're right," Sam said, wiping away some of the tears that had escaped with the back of her hand. She sniffled, "I never thanked you for going back in there for me,"
"It's all part of the job," Lucky told her. "Besides, after what you did to help those hostages, I don't think I could have refused the honor to carry you out,"
Sam gave a slight laugh, something she had thought impossible to release at the moment. "You know, you could very well be considered a hero," Lucky continued. "You risked your life to get those four hostages out,"
"If anyone else would have been presented with the chance they would have done the same," Sam said as she slowly turned to face him.
"I believe that is easier said then done," Lucky told her. He looked at her for a moment, "You should get that wound checked out,"
Sam looked down at where she had been grazed at the shoulder and shook her head, "I've been worse," she told him. "Besides, I'm not leaving here until I hear about Jason and Elizabeth,"
"That makes two of us," Lucky sighed. Suddenly, behind the two of them, the door of Elizabeth's room opened, and coming out was a tall doctor.
"Mr. Spencer," he called to him. Lucky immediately turned around, and in an instant was waiting to hear what the man had to say.
"How are they?"
"The baby is out, but he's going to need a bone marrow from the father," the doctor said.
"I can do that," Lucky told him. "But what about Elizabeth?"
"It's hard to say. The next hours will be critical to her recovery . . ." the doctor stopped, as if holding something back. Sam listened quietly behind Lucky, watching as the doctor sighed. "Mr. Spencer, I don't know if Elizabeth will make it through this-"
"What?" Lucky choked out. "There's got to be something-"
"She may be stronger then she is leading on, but it's not looking good . . . She wants to talk to you right away," the doctor told him.
Lucky nodded his head and slowly headed for the room. As he entered, he felt his heart lower into his stomach. "Elizabeth," he breathed out. Her face was bruised and cut. She lay weak and still, but it was as if some warm glow was bouncing off of her. She seemed happy for some reason, and Lucky had yet to figure out why as he took a seat at her bedside. "Elizabeth, I love you so much. I'm so glad you made it out of there-"
"Lucky," Elizabeth breathed out slowly, cutting him off. He listened as her breathing tubes brought oxygen into her, and waited for her to continue. "I'm dying, Lucky-"
"No," Lucky said quickly shaking his head. He felt his heart thumping harder, and his eyes starting to sting with tears. He grabbed her hand into his, finding it cold. "Elizabeth, you can't. We have a son now. We have a family-"
Elizabeth shook her head. "Lucky, I need to tell you something . . ." she whispered quietly. She closed her eyes, and he watched as a tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. "Jason is the father of this baby Lucky . . ."
"What?" Lucky choked out, finding something new envelope his fear and sorrow. "What do you mean?"
"When you slept with Maxie . . . and Sam with Ric. We found comfort in each other," Elizabeth told him slowly, her voice cracking with pain and emotion. "The baby is Jason's, Lucky,"
"Why didn't you tell me this before?" Lucky asked his tone flat and lowered. An angry tear streamed down from his eye, and he felt his back teeth grinding together.
"I didn't want to hurt you," Elizabeth told him. "I love both you and Jason . . . so much. When I die-"
"Elizabeth, you're not going to die," Lucky said shaking his head. He was angry at her, but he cared about her too much to see her pass.
"I want my baby to know both you and Jason. I want it to know both men that have meant so much to me . . ." she gasped out. She closed her eyes again, and this time they stayed shut as she spoke. "Let Sam get to know him too . . . She wanted a child with Jason more then anything . . . Just love him, Lucky, and please some day find a way to forgive me . . ."
"Elizabeth!" Lucky said raising his voice as she drowsed off to sleep. He looked around for a doctor, and yelled once more. "I need a doctor! Somebody!"
"Sir, I need you to leave for a moment," the same doctor who had told Lucky to come in earlier said as he re-entered. He pulled him away from the bed as two more nurses joined around Elizabeth.
"What's happening?" Lucky asked confused as he backed up against the wall.
"We'll tell you as soon as we know," the doctor told him as he pushed him out the door.
"Lucky," Sam said immediately growing confused as she saw his face. "What's going on in there?"
Lucky stayed silent as he put his hands on his head, and closed his eyes. When they opened again, they looked menacing, and he quickly kicked the nearby metal tray. Its contents spilled onto the floor and a loud crash filled the hall.
"Lucky stop!" Sam said pulling on his arms. She pushed him against the opposite wall, and he slid down to the floor, burying his head into his hands. She knew that Elizabeth wasn't dead, but something else was bothering Lucky. "Tell me what's wrong,"
He swallowed hard as he raised his head, "It's about the baby . . . and Elizabeth," he sighed, his voice cracking harshly.
"Are they going to be okay?" Sam asked him, kneeling on the ground in front of him.
"The baby . . . he's going to be fine. He just needs a bone marrow from the father," Lucky told her, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, then lets get a doctor who can get this taken care of-"
"The doctor doesn't need to see me," Lucky told her, feeling his eyes start to sting with tears. "That's the problem . . ."
Sam felt her heart thump harder in her chest, and suddenly she was aware of what Lucky could possibly be talking about. "Lucky-"
"Sam!" Emily Quartermaine shouted as she sprinted down the hall. She stopped once reaching her and Lucky, and let out a breath. Her face was tear stained and red, and Sam immediately knew something was wrong, "Sam, its Jason,"
Immediately Sam rose to her feet, her heart pounding even faster. "How is he?"
"He's dying Sam," Emily answered, a short sob escaping her mouth as she revealed the news.
Sam swallowed down hard, trying to stay strong. She felt like turning around and running to be honest, and could have sworn the room was starting to spin. Then bringing her back down to earth was a warm hand on her back. She felt Lucky behind her, and suddenly felt a tiny bit stronger. "Where is he?" Sam asked feeling her voice crack.
"He's in the operating room," Emily said wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "There's nothing else they can do for him . . . He only wants to see you,"
Closing her eyes, Sam tried to keep from crying. He wasn't dead yet. He had made it through so much worse, and this could possibly be just another one of those moments. Or so she prayed.
The Quartermaines all stood outside of the OR when Sam arrived with Lucky and Emily. Monica was tear stained, and Edward stood shocked. Even Tracy looked the slightest bit sad as she stood there with Luke at her side. Her ex-husband immediately moved toward his son, sharing a few low spoken words with him.
"How's Elizabeth?" Luke asked. Lucky only stayed silent, not finding the right words to come out of his mouth.
"She could pull out of it," he answered slowly. "Or she might not,"
Samantha McCall continued toward the Operating Room, ignoring the glances of the Quartermaines and others. Before she pushed open the door she looked back to Lucky, "Come with me," she told him.
Slowly, and unsurely, Lucky shuffled away from his father and made his way toward Sam. When he reached her, the two entered the room to find Jason laying flat on the operating table. Lucky stopped and leaned against the wall, as Sam walked to Jason. Kneeling next to him, she slowly traced a few fingers across his face. "Jason . . ." she whispered softly, finding the tears now evident.
"Sam," Jason smiled through his pained slumber. He slowly opened his bright blue eyes, and they connected with Sam's for a long moment. "I love you so much,"
"I love you too," Sam told him softly. "Jason . . . you've got to hang on-"
"Sam, I'm sorry that we never got married," Jason apologized. "And I'm sorry I could never give you a baby,"
"Don't start apologizing now," Sam said as more tears slid down her cheeks. "We're going to have all of our lives to do that stuff,"
Jason shook his head, and swallowed hard. "I've never loved a person as much as I've loved you," he told her quietly. "And I have so many regrets . . . Sam . . . how's Elizabeth?"
Biting down on her lower lip, Sam tried to imagine that the words hadn't come out of his mouth. She was used to Jason worrying about Elizabeth, but now she knew it was for different reasons. "She's not doing so well. They got the baby out . . . but-" Sam stopped and felt a soft sob escape her. "He needs a bone marrow from his father Jason . . ."
"Sam," Jason said softly. "You know,"
It was always amazing how quickly Jason got to the point. He didn't have some long and drawn out explanation. He didn't need to give one. For some time Sam had thought so, and with Lucky's reaction to what he had spoken about with Elizabeth, she did know. She nodded her head.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked her, his voice cracking.
"It's a boy," Sam cried.
Jason bit down on his lower lip, "I had a feeling," he said softly. "I always thought that you would give birth to my first daughter,"
Sam watched as Jason sucked in a sharp breath, a strike of pain hitting him hard again. She was watching him in his last moments, and now she couldn't be angry. Instead, she grabbed his hand into hers, finding it cold and nearly lifeless. "I just found out . . . tonight," he continued, his voice growing weaker. "I want you to take care of him . . . I want you to know him, and I want you to love him. Tell him I love him, will you?"
"I will," Sam said nodding her head.
"And I want you to have everything . . . everything goes to you and my baby. Make sure Elizabeth and Lucky are taken care of, and . . . and everything. The money, the pent house, the islands, and my heart . . . it's all yours Sam," Jason whispered to her. "I love you,"
"I love you too," Sam cried out. She placed a kiss on his lips, one last time, and found them cold and turning pale. His face was as white and bloody as a sheet of paper with deep red paint on it. Then as they released, she heard the piercing noise that made everything seem unreal. She nearly felt his heart take its last beat, and watched as his eyes shut peacefully. Then everything around her became a blur.
"Sam," Lucky said pulling her away from Jason. She was in a daze. She was in shock. Two nurses pushed into the OR, and before the doors could close, Lucky managed to pull Sam out. His own heart was breaking for her, but he noticed no more tears leaving her eyes. No more sobs escaped her lips. Not even the slightest quiver of her chin.
"Sam . . ." Monica sobbed out as she saw the small woman exit the room, Lucky managing to help her. "Is he alright?"
As the eyes of the many people burned into her; Emily, Edward, Monica, Tracy, Luke and now Nikolas, Carly, and Sonny, she felt everything become dizzy. Her body ached, and her head pounded. She sucked in a sharp breath, "He's dead," she announced slowly. Then before anything else could be heard or said, she felt a blackness take over her and fell back into Lucky's arms.
