This is my first posted Jasam fic....I hope you enjoy and please read and review...
A/N:I know that the first chapter is not very Jasam oriented and more Nem/Nikolas but originally the fic was supposed to take a different direction...I just decided to tweak it a bit.....The first chapter is done from Nikolas point of view....I promise this is the only chapter where the point of view is from a character not named Jason or Sam....At least I hope so...
I don't own the characters although I wish I did so that I could save them from their unfortunate fates.....
Chapter 1-The "funeral"
"You don't trust me, do you?" he shouted angrily, grabbing on violently to the front of her shirt. She had visibly flinched away from him.
"Of…of course I trust you," she replied shakily, gulping out the last words, fear filling her emerald eyes.
"I don't believe you. Stop lying to me, Emily!" he said, noticing her contradictory movements. He shook her violently and then suddenly let her go.
"What just happened? What did I just do?" He got up and moved quickly away from his love, looking nervously around the room they were in and holding his head in his hands.
"What was I doing?" he repeated again.
"It was happening again, Nikolas. But you don't remember. You never meant to hurt me," she said reassuringly, getting up slowly from where she sat. She began to walk briskly towards him.
"STOP!" he growled quietly, moving back into the door pane.
"Stop making excuses for me. I'm no longer harmless to those around me. Don't you have any self preservation?"
"I love you. We will get through this. Trust me," she said softly.
"How can I trust you if I can't trust myself?"
He proceeded to then make a swift departure from the room that was enclosing them and quite frankly making him feel claustrophobic.
A few hours later
He woke up feeling a warm fluid on his hands. He knew someone was next to him but didn't know who. He was still trying to get his bearings together when he got the shock of his life.
Not only was there blood on his hands, but the person from whom the blood had come was his one and only darling, Emily Quartermaine.
"What is her blood doing on my hands?" he thought fearfully to himself, starting to panic.
"Is she alive?"
He rested his shaking and bloody hand on the side of her neck and awaited the soft movement of her pulse.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" he screamed breaking down into uncontrollable sobs. The soft flutter of her pulse no longer moved below his warm fingers. She was cold to the touch.
A Week Later
"We stand here today to say goodbye to one so loved by many and respected by others. She was a daughter, sister, aunt, lover and doctor. She impacted the lives of many and she will never leave the hearts and minds of those who knew her."
It was the funeral service for Emily Quartermaine who had had her short life cut off only a week ago. Her family, friends and others were present to say goodbye to this young, vibrant soul.
However one important figure in her life wasn't to be found for he was banned by her family to attend. Not to say he didn't attend at all. He stood in the shadows of a towering oak tree, listening to the ceremony that was going on.
He silently cried (for that was the only thing he could do), the tears running down his 'aged' face. He was a young man who was simply broken too young.
The multi colored scarf he wore billowed around his face; his crisp, well tailored suit rumpled by the intense winds. He no longer looked like the healthy young man he once was but a gaunt, shell of a person.
After her death, his appetite for anything had dropped considerably. The final words of the priest were being recited when he decided to leave. His cousin was waiting for him in the sleek limo a few blocks away.
He had asked her to come but she had politely declined saying that it would be wrong if she had attended. So he had left her to say goodbye to Emily one last time.
He had turned ready to walk away when he heard a gruff voice.
"What are you doing here!" the man shouted angrily. "You have no right coming here. You ended her life and now you want to say goodbye. I don't think so. Get out! Get out!"
"I was doing that if you hadn't noticed." He said dryly. Normally he would have gotten angry at Jason's commanding attitude but he realized and knew that Jason Morgan was only talking out of grief right now.
That statement proved to be truly wrong though as Emily's brother, Jason, lunged at his throat. He was trying to get the man off of him when a clear feminine voice shouted, "Jason! Get you hands off of him or I'll shoot."
It was his cousin, Sam and she was holding a 9 mm in Jason's direction.
The furious man let go of him and looked angrily at Sam.
"You have no right coming here," he said slowly and heatedly. Nikolas wondered what had happened between them for the two to hate each other so much that they couldn't act civil around one another. He made a mental note to ask her later.
"I tend to agree with you but I'm not just going to stand by and watch you strangle my cousin." She said saccharine sweet to Jason. He got the impression that she was deliberately trying to goad him on. The animosity between them was palpable. Fortunately for all he didn't take the bait.
"Sam… Put down the gun," he said slowly. For a few seconds they just stared in icy cold silence then she lowered her gun and stuck it in the waistband of her jeans. He moved forward and pushed her to walk away leaving the small befuddled crowd behind.
"What was that all about?" he asked.
"Nothing… just… nothing." He should have figured out that that was the only answer he was going to get out of her now. All of her breakup was kept under tight wraps. Ever since the two had split apart she hadn't been the same not that he would really know the difference…..
Truthfully it was only in these past weeks were they getting close and beginning to know each other as family…He hoped one day they could have a tight familial bond like the one he had with Alexis and she could feel truly accepted in the folds of the Cassadine royal family.
He personally wanted to make up for her lost childhood whether it was his responsibility or not. Every time he looked into her deep caramel brown eyes, he saw sadness and unhappines; an eternal loneliness like if she was truly the only one on the earth who she had to rely on now...
No one else there to catch her when she fell or stumbled in the bumpy journey of life. Sadly Alexis couldn't help as she was still a source of contention for Samantha. It was all up to him to bring joy and happiness in her life.
As they neared the black sleek limousine, a big, loud explosion occurred and they both were caught in the crossfires…
Finito...Until the next chapter of course....