Here goes the continuance of the Port Charles Love Wars. Just so everyone knows, this story won't make sense unless you read the PCLW. I may change a little bit of what went on in the actual story, but it won't be too much different. I'm sure you guys will love it. I will get to the killer soon, I promise. Enjoy!

A knock from the door roused Jason from his bed. He lifted his head up sleepily from the pillow, not wanting to get up yet.

He looked over at Sam, still sleeping, snoring softly.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, and climbed off the bed, slipping on one of his many black tees and jeans.

He hustled down the stairs, just as another knock sounded.

He grabbed the knob and flung open the door.

Two cops stood there, one of which was Ronnie Dimestico and Jason immediately went on the defense. "What do you want?"

Ronnie chuckled, "Always thinking that we're coming to get you huh Jason?"

"That's because you are," Jason replied, as he tried to keep a scowl off his face.

Ronnie just looked at him. "You going to let us in?" he asked after a pause.

Jason stepped back begrudgingly and they stepped over the threshold.

It was then that Jason realized that a small child was following behind them, eyes wide, taking in all the sights.

Just as Jason opened his mouth to say something to the cops, Sam came down the stairs, wrapped in a thin, silk robe.

Sam saw the cops first and she looked at Jason, eyebrow raised in question. "Jason what's going on?"

Ronnie cleared his throat to get Sam's attention. She glared over at him, still not noticing the child that was there with them.

"What do you guys want?" she asked them, putting as much venom in her voice as possible.

Ronnie still looked amused. "Wow, you got your girlfriend trained pretty well." Sam scowled.

Ronnie decided to get down to business.

"Kristina Davis was found yesterday in a cabin, in the outskirts of town. She was almost killed. The lady staying there was a wanted fugitive." He looked over at Sam, whose mouth was open in shock at the mention of her sister. "I believe you know this fugitive."

"Me?" Sam chocked out. "Why would I know her?"

"She was wanted for kidnapping a baby four years ago. Her name was Melissa. A friend gave her the child to protect her and she ran away with him, never to be heard of again. Sound familiar?"

Jason's face was blank, not knowing what was going on, but Sam went white, as realization hit, knowing who they were talking about.

"Noah?" she asked her voice shrill and cracking. She was afraid to hope. Could they have possibly found him?

Jason looked at her. "Noah? And who's Melissa?" Jason kept taking turns, looking from the cops to Sam, feeling out of the loop.

Ronnie couldn't help but smile at Sam's excitement. Thankfully they found the kid alive. Ronnie stepped aside, revealing the little child peering around his leg.

Noah looked up at Sam, his bright eyes shining. She could tell he was scared and that he didn't know what was going on, but she ran to him.

She crushed him to her chest, crying and blubbering like a baby. "Oh, Noah, Noah. I thought I'd never see you again! My baby!"

Noah wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he stayed still and let the strange woman hug him. He twisted around to look at the cops, who nodded at him encouragingly.

"What is going on here?" Jason snapped, wondering what the hell was going on. He had an uneasy feeling about this.

Sam managed to detach herself from Noah, but Ronnie noticed she kept looking at him, as if she was afraid to believe he was really here.

Sam looked at Jason and opened her mouth to explain, but she just started crying again. Under normal circumstances, Jason would have instantly been by her side to comfort her, but right now, he kept his distance.

Ronnie could see the discomfort that Jason was feeling, but it didn't give him the satisfaction it should have. If he had found out he had a son he didn't know about, he would probably be freaking out too.

Noah scooted back closer to the cops, not sure what he was doing here or who the strange people were. He just wanted to go back to his home and play outside in the pretty leaves outside.

"Can I go home now?" Noah asked, his voice calling everyone attention.

Ronnie kneeled down so he was at eye level with Noah. "This is your home, son." He pointed to Sam. "And that's your mommy." He left out the fact that Jason was most likely his father, not wanting to cause a riot in front of the little boy. It was already confusing enough, considering Jason didn't know what was going on.

"My mommy?" Noah scrunched up his face and shook his head. "No, my mommy is back at home. Can I go back there?"

Ronnie looked up at Sam, who looked like her heart was being crushed into a million pieces. It must be hell to have your kid not recognize you. He turned back to Noah.

"I need you to listen carefully Noah. You can do that right?" He waited until Noah had nodded and was looking at him with his bright blue eyes, which were such a contrast to his dark hair. "Well, the lady back at your house was not your mommy. She lied to you, and this is your real mommy. That's why we brought you here."

Noah considered this for a moment. "Lying is bad," he said finally.

"You're very right. Now why don't you go sit down on the couch while I talk to your mom, okay?"

Noah looked up at Sam, as if seeing if she could really be his mom. He walked over to the couch and boosted himself up. His short little legs dangled over the side.

Ronnie stood up and faced Sam. He noticed Jason, who seemed to be trying to fade into the background. He could see he was simmering in rage. There was sure to be a huge blowout after they left.

"Sam, I know that you must be extremely happy to see him after all this time. But you must understand we have to go through some precautionary measures," he said to her.

"Of course, but he can still stay with me right?" she practically begged.

"We need to take him back to the station. You can meet us down there around 2 and we will get everything set. He has been severely traumatized, so we have a children specialist coming down to the station to talk with him. I know this may be hard for you, but he doesn't remember you at all since he was taken at such a young age. You have to work with him, but I think he will come around," Ronnie tried explaining the best he could.

"So, I can go and get him around 2? Are you sure there isn't anything sooner?" she asked, consulting the clock.

"No, I'm sorry. See you then," Ronnie said. The other cop took Noah by the hand and led him out the door. Ronnie followed, closing the door behind him.

Sam sank down on the couch, too overwhelmed.

Jason stayed silent, waiting for Sam to explain. His head was spinning and he had no clue what was going on. The possibilities all swirled around in his head, but they all seemed impossible.

Sam looked over at him after some time, rubbing her red rimmed eyes. "Guess you want an explanation right?"

"I think I deserve one, Sam," he snapped. "It's not every day the cops come showing up with a random kid."

"He's not random," she snapped back fiercely. She softened her voice as she thought about what Jason must be going through. "Come here," she said, patting the couch cushion beside her.

Jason approached warily. He scolded himself for being foolish. It was still the same Sam, the same woman he loved. She just needed to explain this to him. But he wasn't sure he really wanted to hear it.

He sat down and she took his hand. He was tempted to pull back, but he didn't. He held his breath as he awaited her story.

She didn't say anything right away; she just tried to get her thoughts together and find a place to start.

"You adopted him right?" Jason said, breaking the silence. "You still can't have kids?" He meant it to come out as a statement, but it was unsure.

Sam paused a minute before shaking her head. "No, he's not adopted. I had him, myself."

Jason looked at her, astonished. "But-."

"I know, I couldn't believe it either," Sam said, eyes filling up again as she recalled the joy at finding out she was really pregnant.

Jason got over his shock as he thought things through. 4 years ago… he was with Elizabeth. Which meant…

He withdrew his hand from her grasp and covered his face. "He's Lucky's isn't he?" Jason mumbled miserably. He was surprised to find he was close to tears. It had always been his dream to have a child with Sam.

He felt Sam pry his hands off his face and she made him look her in the eye. Her heart broke to see the sorrow there.

"No, Jason, don't you get it? Noah's yours."

Ta-Da! I'm so glad I finally got this up. Please let me know what you guys think :)

xoxo
Janelle