yes i know i have more stories going on then i should but this idea wouldn't leave me alone... Read and review always gets me motivated to write more...

Sam couldn't believe it. She had been trapped on this god forsaken island for a year. One year without human contact without hearing anothers voice. Hell she didn't even hear her own voice anymore just the one in her head. What was the point of talking when there was no one to talk to. Many people told her to get that damn radio in the cockpit fixed because you never know when something could happen out on the open sea. But did she listen Nope and thats how she got into this mess.

Sam couldn't believe she got strainded on this stupid island all alone. How did she know she was all alone on this island? Because she has had one year to scoop this stupid thing out and the most she found was a wild hog. Sam chuckled to herself as she remembered the hog. It had scared her like no other and chased her all the way back to her boat. Sam in away related to the hog. It was all alone on this island so no wonder it had lost its mind. Sam wasn't sure she hadn't lost hers.

After all she was just relating herself to a wild hog. Sighing Sam looked over at the almost empty chest. When she first got to this god forsaken island it was full and now it wouldn't last past another day or so. Sam got up and walked over to it lifting it up and looking at the contents in it. Stale bag of chips and beer. What a health choices. She side as she grabbed a beer she would try to hold of the food for a little long. She had taken food that was suppose to last a couple months last almost a year.

Walking out onto the deck she looked at the large rock that was sticking up in the middle of the deck. She took her beer and climbed up onto the rock and sat down looking out into the ocean. Sam took a gulp of her beer. It would hold off her stomach a couple hours but nothing more. Sighing Sam knew she was going to end up straving to death and that was painful way she did not want to go. She had already lost alot of weight and she was thin to begin with. Now what little clothing she had left were to big for her body. Even ther swimsuit top. Now all sam was wearing was a swim shorts that had to be cliped with a pin so it wouldn't fall down and a ragged cut up shirt that was barely put together on her.

Sam pulled the shreaded material up and over her body and placed it behind her on the rock exposing the thin material that was left of her black swimsuit top. Finishing off her beer she laid back her head resting on her sharded shirt and closed her eyes. Taking in the sound of the ocean crashing onto shore.

Jason couldn't believe he had gotten roped into scooting out islands for Sonny. Yes he wanted a vacation away from the people of Port Charles but this was enough already. This was his 12th island of visiting and to him all islands were the same for the most part.This was the last island hew as willing to scoop out. If he didn't like it Sonny would have to find his own damn island.

When he rounded the island on the 4-wheeler he was using to get around quicker. He noticed that this island was smaller from the others. As he was looked inward and heard the splashing of the ocean against the wheels he speed up hoping to get off the island sooner. As he approached the last leg of the island before he reached the boat that was waiting for him he saw the large ship crashed up on shore.

Finally something to look at Jason went over to it. He shut off his 4-wheeler and sent and stepped inside wreckage. Looking around he notice this was a little to well taken care of. He knew there was someone else here. Looking around he saw pictures in one of the cabin. He couldn't help but look at the pretty brunette in them. He picked it up and flipped it over. Sam and Me... was written on the back. Putting it back he stared at it longer.

Sam slipped on her black shreaded shirt when she heard a noise from inside the boat getting up she walked back into it. She grabbed her shotgun that was next to the door. She cocked the gun as she pointed it at the strange man standing in her bedroom. Watching him intently down the barrel of her gun.

Jason slowly turned around his hand risin when he heard the noise behind him. He was shocked to see the brunette from the picture holding him at gun point. His eyes swept over her takin in the sight of her. He knew had to be here for awhile. She looked thinner here then in the picture and her clothes were all shreaded. "Its ok. I'm not going to hurt you. My names Jason. Whats yours?" he said. Even though he knew it.

Sam stood there judging him for a minute. Deciding if it was wise to trust him or just be happy she was in a present of another human being. Not to mention he was hot. And she loved his eyes. They were his most attractive feature. Slowly Sam lowered her gun but kept her eyes on him.

Jason sighed when she put the gun down. He lowered his hands.He was a little worried that she wasn't saying anything. So he decided to keep talking her. Hoping for her to say something. "Is that you in the picture?" he asked. Sam sighed and shook her head yes. "it says your name is Sam. Is that short for Samantha?" he asked. But sighed when he got the same answer as before with a shake of her head. "Why aren't you talking?" he asked with a frustrated voice.

Sam rolled her eyes. This was a first for her. A man complaining she wasn't talking she smirked. Doing the only thing she could think of she pointed to her lips and shook her head no. Since the words themselves couldn't come out.

Jason looked at her confused a minute then it clicked. "You can't speak" he asked. Sam shook her head yes. Now it all made since to him. "Do you know how or can you just not talk? how long have you been on this island samantha." he asked. Sighing Sam walked over to the table in her room and picked up a pen and paper and started writting down on it.

Walking back over to Jason Sam handed it to him. Jason read it outloud. "Call me Sam. I hate Samantha. Been here for almost 1 year with no human contact. Haven't talked since then. Anything else you slow idiot?" he finally realized what the last said and narrowed his eyes at her. "Ya no need to be harsh how the hell was i suppose to know. So do you want off this island or not? because i can help. Or i can leave you here"

Sam glared at him. She picked up the paper and wrote. Get me off this island your ass! and threw it at him stroming off the boat and waited for him at his 4-wheeler. Jason didn't know what to say. He rubbed his face and wondered what he just got himself into. He could already tell the fire that laid within her and she wasn't even talking!