I know…not really the time to begin a new story, since my other one, You Belong With Me, Isn't really near being finished…But I loved this idea, and figured it may inspire me to write more often….

What you need to know: After Jason saved Sam from the Russian shoot-out, they didn't head to Liz's and go to the Cabin, Jason took Sam back to his pent-house.

Obviously since they didn't go to the Cabin, the couple days of Liz/Sam friendship never happened, and Jake was never kidnapped.

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"Jason! Will you let go of my arm please!"

Jason stepped into his pent house and closed the door. After flicking on the lights, he dragged Sam to the couch and sat her down, finally letting go of her arm.

She took her other hand and rubbed the spot where he had grabbed her.

"That kinda hurt ya know!" She glared at him.

"I really don't care. Would you like to tell me what exactly you were doing at the Russian warehouse?"

"Nope." She replied nonchalantly.

"Sam…." Jason said, losing his patience quickly.

"What does it matter Jason?" She snapped. "We aren't together anymore, hell you cant even stand the sight of me! I don't owe you any kind of explanation. My business is exactly that, My Business!"

"Sam I almost shot you today!"

"Yes, you did. And I'm actually beginning to wonder why you didn't. I mean, it would have been the perfect murder. Shoot me, and let me get all blown to hell with the rest of those dead Russians. You could have killed two birds with one stone. Got rid of the Russians, and the woman who threatened your precious Elizabitch."

"I don't want to talk about that right now Sam." He replied, rubbing his temples, where a massive migraine was forming. "And for the record, her name is Elizabeth."

"That's what I said. Elizabitch."

Knowing he wouldn't win that fight, he let it go, and focused on something else.

"How have you been?"

"Excuse me? First you confront me about my personal business, and now you're switching the conversation over to a 'It's a wonderful day outside' subject? Don't you think our history is a bit rich for that?" She asked, one eyebrow raised, and her head cocked to the side.

"I was trying to be polite."

"Well, don't. I'm leaving, I believe were finished here."

As she turned to leave he grabbed her arm again. "Sam.."

"What?"

"Please be careful. I don't know what kind of business you have with the Russians, but you being the only survivor of that warehouse shootout, is going to look majorly suspicious."

"And who do I have to thank for that? Oh, right! The flawless Jason Morgan."

She looked at him with eyes he couldn't quite read. He knew there was anger in them, a little pride, and definitely a lot of hurt. He didn't think that would ever go away. But there was something else there too. It almost resembled the looks she used to give him when they were together, the look of love. No. There was no way she could still love him after all they had been through.

As Sam stepped into the elevator, her mind was reeling. How the hell was she going to get herself out of this mess? There was now a big red target painted on her back. She shook her head, and took one last look at the door to Jason's pent house. She hung her head down and wiped a lone tear off her cheek.

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After making it into her own pent house, halfway across town, she opened the door to find a young, spunky blonde sitting on her couch.

"Sam! Your finally home, which is good because I need some help."

"Hey Maxie. Now isn't really a good time, so we need to make it quick." She wanted Maxie far away from her home, as quickly as possible. If one of the Russians decided to come after her at her home, she didn't want her friend caught in the crossfire.

"Well, I was at the metro court earlier, because I mean, duh, the Crimson office is there. But anyway, I got in the elevator today, and you'll never guess who was in there with me."

"Who?"

"None other than the One Night Stand Queen of Port Charles."

"Elizabeth was there?""Yep. And she wasn't going up to any of the offices. I know because she had a room key in her hand. Do you think she could be cheating on Jason."

"I wouldn't put it past her, but I doubt it. Don't over think things Maxie. They were probably meeting there, since they're to scared to have a public relationship." Sam sneered. She didn't know why but she almost felt….jealous?

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just couldn't let it go until I had another opinion though. You know me. I'll do anything I can to trash Elizawhore's life."

Sam laughed. "I know Maxie, I know. And I can't say I blame you. I hate the bitch just as much as you do."

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Jason was walking along the pier. He had to clear his head. He couldn't shake the way he felt when Sam was in his home today. The electricity came back. He smelled her hair when he dragged her out of that warehouse, and all the memories of bubble baths came rushing back to him. Grabbing her arm and flinging her on the couch reminded him of them tearing at each others clothes. Her smart-ass comments and not telling him what she was really doing at the warehouse, reminded him of the woman she was when she first came to town. How much he hated that about her, and then how eventually, it became one of the traits he loved the most about her.

Wait.

Why was he thinking about her? He was in love with Elizabeth. They shared a child together. Hell, he just left the metro court with her no more than five hours ago.

He continued walking, thinking about both women. He actually found himself comparing them at times. Liz definitely had Sam beat at cooking. He laughed when he thought about that. God, Sam couldn't cook to save her life. But then, Sam never asked him to give up his job. She accepted him for who he was. Even though she lived in fear everyday, she rolled with the punches because she loved him.

Suddenly shots rang out, he counted them as he ran.

"two, three, four, five…"

The shots stopped as he took cover behind a tree. He stayed there a few minutes, until he thought it was safe. He turned around, and noticed that the pier lights were out….all five of them. He heard the hammer of a gun being pulled back and stood still.

*BANG*

A single shot rang out and Jason grabbed his chest and fell to the ground.

"Its done." He heard a voice say. He recognized it, he heard it often in fact. But he couldn't pinpoint who it was before everything went black.

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I'm really excited about this story! Reviews are awesome, please tell me what you think. Sorry if you're a Liz/Liason fan….Liz will be bashed at least in the few beginning chapters, if her name is mentioned. This is a Pro-Jasam fanfic…..Not quite sure how they're gonna find their way back to each other yet…sorta making it up as I go along.