They always want to come for Sam Morgan. They always want to test her strength. Fine...let's see how they like it when the tables turn and my girl takes her power back!

Sam's Revenge

The midnight transfer came as something of a surprise, but what the heck, waking up in Maine with hours and hours between her and Port Charles will be a welcome change. She has connections in Maine, connections that will watch her back until the arrangements for the boat to get her out of the country can be finalized. In Port Charles she's had to sleep with one eye open, everybody wants a piece of her and she found out that the Morgan-Corinthos Organization's arm was pretty long. Olivia Jerome took her seat in the back of the transport van and jiggled the chains binding her hands and feet with disgust. These neanderthals thought they could keep her locked up and chained for long, they have no idea who she is and how far her reach runs, but in a few days when she's long gone and they're left scratching their heads in wonder, they'll find out. She laughs quietly to herself, watching as the jail disappears from view and the van heads out of town. Goodbye Port fools - I'll be seeing you all again soon enough.

Twenty minutes later the van came to an unexpected stop and Olivia's head went up in alert. Why would they be stopping ages before they got to their intended destination? Must be a fuel stop, she thought…weird that they wouldn't have filled up before leaving the yard, but whatever…a few minutes off schedule she could live with. Suddenly there was the strangest scraping sound running along the side of the van, sounded like it started from the front and was slowly, slowly screeching it's way towards the back. It sounded almost like something metal was scraping along the outside of the van. A minute later, the sound of the back doors being unlocked were puzzling - why would the guards take the chance of opening the van between stops?

The doors creaked open slowly and Olivia got her answer. It was by far not one she was expecting and she couldn't mask her shock if she tried. The petite brunette standing in the open door, clad from neck to toe in black leather, her raven lochs drawn back in a ponytail, was the last person Olivia expected to see again so soon. She looked from the cold brown eyes watching her to the object being swung from one black gloved hand to the other and recognized the sound she heard earlier as the metal bar being scraped along the side of the van. She swallowed hard. This could not be good. "Sam! Can't say I was expecting to see you." Olivia could't figure out whether she was looking at a cold smile or a derisive sneer, but she admitted that either one had her a little concerned. "How nice of you to see me off."

She watched as her niece continued to eye her with cold hatred, silently swinging the threatening object as she set about unnerving Olivia. Why the hell wasn't she speaking? "What is this, why are we stopped here?" Still no answer, just the glare getting icier and colder and more sinister. "Guards! Guards!"

Sam did laugh then. "Easy, Aunty. Your guards can hear you fine, they're not deaf." The smile on her face was gone almost as soon as it had appeared and she took a step back, away from the van door. "Get out!"

"I'll do no such thing! Guards! What the hell is this?"

She watched in horror as her niece used one hand to reach behind her, bringing it back around to brandish a glock pointed in her direction. "You can either get out on your own, or scream in pain while I drag you out with two bullets in each kneecap, your choice." She cocked the gun for emphasis and aimed straight at the right knee, "I said move!"

Olivia had to admit that the panic rising along her spine was not manufactured. She had never felt any kind of threat from the tiny little thing, had not thought much about her since the last time she saw her, still as a stone at the bottom of the bridge, but the icy woman standing in front of her now meant business. That was murder she could see in her eyes. Hobbling as fast as the chains and her growing aches would allow, Olivia scooted to the edge of the bench and exited the van. "Where the hell am I? Why am I in the woods? What the hell is this?"

"Judgement and execution, bitch!" Olivia swung around to face the sudden presence of the blond woman who came out from behind the open van door to stand opposite Sam who still had the gun trained at her head. She hadn't seen that there were two of them but she couldn't miss it now, not when Carly Corinthos, also clad in all black, made her presence known. "Remember me? Remember my baby?" she sneered.

Olivia had the good sense to be scared then. She had managed to find herself at the receiving end of two mother's revenge? "Okay, okay, I don't know what you think you're doing but you don't want to do this. This is against the law, you can't do this."

"Move!" Sam shifted to the side and herded the woman in the direction of the bridge, and that's when Olivia recognized her surroundings. Panic catapulted and bile rose to the back of her throat. She wasn't going to make it to Maine.

When she didn't move fast enough Sam poked her side with the gun, shoving her in the ordered direction before following suit, Carly coming up behind them. Soon Sam halted her on the same spot of the bridge where Olivia had tossed her like yesterday's news only four weeks earlier. "Go ahead, look down…see how far of a fall you're about to take!"

"Sam, please! We're family - you can't do this to family"

Carly scoffed at the woman. "HAH! That's rich, coming from you! Where's your brother right now, Olivia? Where's your family?"

Sam lowered the gun as she looked at the woman. "No, no, Carly…she's absolutely right - family is extremely important!" She neared Olivia, handing the length of iron to Carly so as to free one hand so she could reach to her back pocket for her phone. "Here, Aunty, take a look at your niece." Sam held up the adorable photo of little Scout in her Daddy's hands, gurgling up at his face and said, "look at my precious little angel that you tried to murder!"

Olivia looked at the woman, fear growing by bounds as the memory surfaced. "Sam…" she began.

"I SAID LOOK AT HER!" With the phone fisted in her hand Sam swung at the woman's face, connecting solidly to the side of her jaw in metal versus bone. Olivia cried out in pain as she fell to one knee, her balance failing under the power of Sam's punch to the face. As she knelt there Sam held the phone out to her again, "I want you to take a good look at my precious baby who you threw from this bridge, my innocent baby who you tried to kill, out of pure spite!"

"Sam, you know I didn't want to hurt the baby. You hit me, I lost my temper, I didn't mean to push you, it was an accident!"

It was Carly's turn to lose patience with the woman, landing a mighty blow to the same side of her face that Sam just left stinging. "That's for my baby you murdering bitch!" Olivia went all the way to the ground that time, wailing in pain. Sam used her phone to capture a short video of the whimpering sop in front of them and sent it to her father's phone. She knew he wasn't dead - the simpering coward was laying low somewhere while he left other people to clean up his mess, as usual. She captioned the video 'this is what you were afraid of all these months? THIS is why you held a knife to my mother's throat and almost got my baby killed? You better stay playing dead you yellow son-of-a-bitch! Come back near my mom or anyone and I'll finish you myself!'

She got through typing and turned back to the heap of garbage on the ground, pointing her gun at her head again, "Get up, and if I have to ask twice my gun will do the asking."

Olivia didn't doubt her, not for one split second would she ever doubt Sam Morgan again. She ambled to her feet, using the railing as a crutch to help her get all the way up, only for Sam to use the gun to wave over the side of the bridge, "jump!"

Sheer terror was coursing through her. "Wh-what?" She looked down to the bottom and then quickly back at the gun aimed between her eyes. "Sam, please, I'm begging you don't do this! Please, you're my niece, please, please don't do this!"

Sam kept the gun trained between her eyes as she stepped closer, practically at a crawl. "Would it have made a difference to you if I had begged for my life, for my baby girl's life? Would you have cared if I'd begged you not to take me away from my son, from the love of my life?" She had the nozzle of the gun crushing between Olivia's brows at this point, she was so close. "Would you…have chosen…not to push…me?"

Olivia's knees were weak, Maine was moving so, so far away. "Yes, yes, yes, Sam, I forgot - in the heat of the moment I forgot we were family, I didn't mean it! Sam, please, I didn't meaannn iiiit…" she was not above the tears that streamed down her face nor the sobs that rocked her body. She had gone through so much, been so close to her goal, she can't die now, not when she was so very close. This can't be it for her.

"LIAR!" Carly was furious. My son did nothing to you! Morgan didn't deserve to die, he didn't deserve to get blown to bits because of you and your miserable family squabble! You killed my baby and I'm gonna kill you!"

Jason's voice rang out behind them. "Sam?"

Without moving the gun or taking her eyes off her target, Sam replied, "don't try to stop me, Jason. She deserves this. She tried to kill our daughter. She almost took our baby girl."

Her husband came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bending his head to nozzle her neck as he kissed it lovingly and said, "I'm just here for cleanup, baby." Adding an open mouth kiss to the same spot on her neck, he lifted his head to look Olivia in the eye and finished, "do your thing," right before he slapped his wife's firm ass and backed up to stand against the railing.

Olivia was flabbergasted, "what kind of people are you?" she asked in amplified horror.

The last thing she heard was Carly Corinthos' reply as she felt the butt of Sam's gun mixed with the smash of Carly's steel pipe as both women swung at her head, the force sending her tumbling over the side.

"The wrong kind to fuck with lady!"

Fuck - she wasn't going to make it to Maine…