They had reached Sam's penthouse, and she unlocked the door, setting her packages down on the table, and Jason set the others down next to them. He started to say goodbye, but Sam placed a hand on his arm.
"Stay awhile Jason. We can talk. I know it's not your thing, but it helps."
He nodded his head, and sat beside her on the couch. He felt comforted with Sam; she was one of the few people he could stand to be around.
After Lucky had died, Sam and Elizabeth had formed a bond with the memories they shared of him. They had worked out their differences, and become almost friends. Sam and Jason had found a way to reconnect, and formed a friendship similar to the one he shared with Carly, except for the fact that Sam would never interfere in his life as much as she did.
Sam had tried her best to move on with life, but hadn't found someone else that measured up to the kind of love she had with Lucky. The only person that had even come close to that love was Jason himself, and that was before Lucky. So she was usually alone, and devoted herself to her family and friends. She was now working in a partnership with Jax, running a few casinos and hotels on the east coast.
Jason had returned to working for Sonny. After Elizabeth was killed a year ago, he felt that familiar desire for revenge. He had found and eliminated the people who had killed her, but still didn't feel normal. His life revolved around keeping Jake happy, and he had even reunited with the Quartermaines. But still, his life was unhappy.
Jason lifted his head, and looked at Sam. "You know, I wish that there was some way I could bring her back. I can't stand being alone like this. I miss her. I miss the life we had together. I don't know how I am going to manage raising our son alone." His normally steely blue eyes had tears in them, and Sam clasped his hand.
"I know what you mean. And Jason, that feeling never goes away. Not a day goes by that I don't wish Lucky were here beside me. But you learn to cope. And no matter what you say, you are a great father, and you are not raising him alone. You have your family, Carly, Sonny, and even me. You know you can count on all of us."
He reached out and pulled Sam into a crushing embrace. She put her arms around him, and they cried together for all the things they had lost. Jason pulled back, and pushed the hair off her face, and smiled shakily.
"You always could make me feel better Sam. You know, you are one of the few people I can actually be around without going crazy."
She returned his smile, and wiped a stray tear from his cheek with her hand. "Thanks…I guess?" she laughed slightly, "I'll always be here for you Jason, you know that."
He sat back on the couch, and ran a hand over his face. "I just wish it wasn't so hard."
"I know. But it is, and you just learn to deal with it. It gets easier the longer you go. Besides, Jason, you have to hold onto hope, for Jake's sake at least."
"Yeah," he smiled at the thought of his wonderful son. "I thought it would be hard seeing him, because his smile reminds me so much of Elizabeth, but it's not hard. I feel like she's still there sometimes. Like her life was worth so much more to me than just as my wife. She was the mother of my child, she was my partner, and she was my best friend."
Sam, trying to lighten the mood, said, "Don't let Carly hear you say that."
Jason chuckled. "Oh yeah. Better not say that to her I guess. Good thing I have you to talk to again."
