Sam looked over at her husband, who had fallen asleep. He was bloodied, brusied, and as much as she hated to wake him she knew she had too.

"Jason." She said softly, taking a hand off the steering wheel and gently pushing him to rouse him.

"Mhmmm."

"Jason I'm going to take you to GH, you probably have a concussion and you shouldn't be sleeping."

At the mention of the hospital, she noticed Jason's eyes open and he shifted to sit up better.

"I'm not sleeping Sam and I don't have a concussion. I'm fine just take us home. I'm just tired that's all."

"You're head is bleeding Jason. You're telling me that even though you clearly hit your head you don't have a concussion?"

"Okay, I will admit, I may have slightly bumped my head but I was wearing my helmet I'm sure I'm fine."

"How do you know your fine?" Sam had just pulled into the parking deck and put the car in park. She knew taking him to GH was a losing battle so she went with her instincts and drove them back to the penthouse. After putting the SUV in park she faced him. Jason smiled and swept the hair from in front of her face and looked into her eyes.

"I have experience with head injuries Sam. I know I'm stubborn but I'm not stupid. If I really thought something was wrong I would go to GH."

"Oh really? You're track record doesn't really align with that statement."

Jason let out a sigh, remembering all the times his body told him to go to the hospital and he refused. He shook his head, putting the fresh memories out of his mind and looked at Sam. He grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers in hers and used his other hand to gently push her forehead closer to his so he could kiss her forehead. Afterwards he looked into her eyes.

"You're right, my track record doesn't prove it, but things have changed and I'm not going to do something that could hurt you or Danny again."

Sam looked into his eyes and sighed.

"Fine, let's get you upstairs so you can rest."

Jason and Sam walked off the elevator and Jason was flooded with memories. He shook his head again and leaned onto the wall near the door, as Sam found her keys and went to unlock the door. He felt dizzy from everything he was remembering and didn't want Sam to notice. As she opened the door and walked inside memories flashed in front of his eyes, how the penthouse looked when he first moved in, empty with boxes everywhere, the countless times he threw his keys on the desk after coming home. His eyes followed Sam as she disappeared in the kitchen and he remembered when she was pregnant with Lila and how she burned dinner. He remembered all the times he found her sleeping on the couch. He closed his eyes cursing himself for forgetting his first child. When he saw Sam come out of the kitchen with a bottle of water and pills in her hand, his first instinct was to pick her up in his arms and hold her, but he didn't want to upset her. He knew was she still wary of what he had told her on her mothers porch and decided it better not to think of the painful memories.

"Here take this, I know your head has to hurt, this should help."

Sam watched as Jason took the pills and the water from her with a quick kiss to the cheek signaling his thanks. She didn't want to think of it in the car, because she was still trying to grasp the initial shock of it, but now that they were home her curiosity was getting to her. He told her he remembered earlier and she watched him closely now, trying to see if he acted differently at all.

Jason noticed Sam watching him, knowing it was because he told her he remembered. He wanted to say something but he hesitated. He knew this moment was important to her and he didn't want to upset her. He needed time to think about how he was going to talk to her about this and he knew she wouldn't push him for answers.

"I'm gonna take a shower and clean up."

"Okay."

As Jason walked up the stairs, disappointment set in. She knew if he wanted to talk about it he would, and she didn't want to push him. Sam sighed again, hung her coat in the closet and followed Jason upstairs.

When Sam came upstairs she noticed that the lights were off in their bedroom and heard the water running in the shower, but only saw darkness. She found it odd but didn't think too much into it. She turned the lights on and changed into one of Jason's shirts, putting her clothes in the hamper next to their dresser. She opened the door to the bathroom letting the steam hit her face.

"Why are you showering in the dark? Do your eyes hurt?"

She heard Jason chuckle from the shower and saw his head poke through the curtain.

"My eyes are fine Sam I just didn't want to waste the electricity since I'm getting out soon."

Sam had just finished washing her face and looked at Jason. He had already put his head back in the shower so she responded with a quiet "Okay" and then started brushing her teeth. Sam thought back to when she first moved in with Jason after she got pregnant. She had come home many times to find Jason sitting in the dark. In the living room. In his bedroom. One time she had woken up in the middle of the night pregnant and hungry. She saw the lights off in Jason's room and assumed he hadn't come back from working yet, until she heard the water running from the bathroom. She quietly opened the door and heard Jason in the shower but saw no light coming from the bathroom. She closed the door quietly and went to the kitchen, thinking about how odd he was. When he came downstairs for a bottle of water she had asked him why he was always in the dark, and he replied almost exactly the way Jason had just replied to her. He said he didn't want to waste the electricity. Sam finished brushing her teeth and shook the thought out of her head, believing it was just an odd coincidence. She turned near the shower to pick up Jason's dirty clothes but didn't see them there. She looked around and saw them in a pile on the side of the sink. She bent down to pick them up and then bolted upright. She looked back towards the shower and then left the bathroom closing the door quickly and quietly, not wanting Jason to see her crying. She walked into their bedroom, put the clothes in the hamper and then sat on the bed, wiping the tears from her eyes. For the past few months when Jason had showered at the penthouse, he left his clothes in the same place, in front of the shower. Before Jason disappeared, the hamper was in the bathroom exactly where Jason had left his clothes. In fact, Jason had always kept it there, but one day when Sam was with Danny at the hospital, her mother had come over to clean and she moved it into the bedroom. Sam didn't notice for a few weeks where it had gotten too, and was preoccupied with helping Danny get better, so she didn't have the energy to move it back. Sam shook her head again, wiping the last of the tears from her eyes. She laughed to herself, at thought of crying because of electricity and the hamper.

Jason opened the door and saw Sam on the side of the bed laughing to herself.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. I'm just...never mind."

Jason and Sam got into bed together and Sam found her place in Jason's arms. Jason watched as Sam quickly fell asleep. Watching as her breathing slowed. Jason became overwhelmed at the memories of the two of them in bed together, and held her closer, again cursing himself for forgetting their life together.

"I'll be ready to talk later Sam. I promise you I will find the words to tell you how I never stopped loving you."

Jason kissed her head softly and closed his eyes, content and ready to begin his life again.

A/N:So, I'm sure, like myself, many of you were disappointed in the gap between Jason telling Sam he remembered and finally getting to see them talk about what happened. Although I do understand that story wise other things needed to be addressed, I just never bought the idea of Sam and Jason going home and going to bed like nothing happened. I don't know why all these months later this story popped into my head, but for whatever reason it did and I hope you all enjoyed!