Daydreams
I did start this with the intention of making this kinda funny but my muse had other ideas, I am trying to add humor though :P I hope this chapter answers some of the questions so far...Thanks for reading and reviewing. I hope everyone enjoys this update :)
Innocent
A resounding crash accompanied the flying files as they were scattered from the desktop and toppled the small wastebasket aside the desk as a backward kick sent the office chair careening into the back wall. A pant and a moan barely registered over the ruckus as Jason hit the wall beside the chair, barebacked, only a half a moment to divine her intentions. He caught her as she lunged into him, body pressed so tight and their lips crashed again, passions riding high on a wave of lust and pent up frustration.
He cupped her panty clad bottom pulling her up so that she hugged his waist low with her thighs and he turned the both of them until she was caught between him in the wall, her moan of delight against their dueling tongues only in-sighting his hands to roaming her near naked form with more fervor. "Sam," Jason nipped at her ear as her fingers danced over the button of his jeans, working them open. "I've wanted you for so long..."
"Have you?" Jason pulled back, eyes narrowing as her voice didn't sound quite right, breaking him away from the moment as he suddenly was starring down the barrel of a gun, Sam now replaced with his last kill's form.
Jason bolted out of the bed, coming awake in a panic as he fought the tangle of blankets that he'd wrapped around himself in his sleep. He got to his feet with a string of curses on his breath as he threw the blanket at the bed in a mingle of sexual frustration and terror, anger winning out. Goddammit. He fought to catch his breath, tugging on the hem of his boxers on his way to the bathroom.
"This is just what I need today." Jason complained to his reflection, splashing a handful of cold water down his face as he met his own eyes.
Sam was a reoccurring theme in his dreams. She had been for the better part of a year and it only got worse after they gave into their lust post travel arranging in the office after locking up for the night. He'd pushed her away afterward and swore that it was for the best, that she would be safer that way. She wouldn't have to live with the all the lies and lack of information he could give her. She wouldn't be a target for some asshole coming after him. It was supposed to be better this way.
But it wasn't. What he traded for her safety and well being was his own peace and a heartache that was threatening to consume him. He'd always prided himself on being able to distance himself from his emotions, it was sort of a requirement in his line of work, but now, now he couldn't seem to shut this off, to get her out of his mind, his heart. Jason cursed again, slamming his hand into the sink in desperation.
It was the phone that kept him from damaging his hand or the sink further and Jason pulled himself away to pick up, seeing that he was already running late as he caught sight of the clock on his way to answer. It was nearly time for him to run by the office and pick up the tickets before heading out. Jason grabbed the phone and headed to his closet quickly pulling it open to find his travel clothes. "Speak to me," He answered.
"I've got the armor piercing rounds and the extra magazines along with the flares and the C-4. We're still waiting on the detcord and I think there is a problem with the travel arrangements." Spinelli rushed out all at once, providing the inventory first as though it might soften the blow of the latter utterance.
"You think? Spinelli you were handling them, what do you mean you think?" Jason asked as he yanked a white under shirt over his head and pulled it into place, adjusting the phone as needed.
"I passed them off to the fair Samantha because of the costly time it was taking for me to arrange the required items that you requested." Spinelli explained as a fast prattle. "I just called the agency only to find that the goddess in training is beside herself in worry because the Fair One hasn't made it into work and she doesn't know what to do."
"I'll swing by there on my way to the airport, I'm sure it's something benign." Jason knew that Spinelli overreacted but the very idea that something could be wrong with Sam was already worrying him. "Just make sure that I have what I need when I get to Lima, Spinelli." Jason quickly got off the phone and finished getting ready before he headed out the door, grabbing his suitcase on the way out the door.
ZZZZZZZZZZZ
Jason pushed open the door to Daydreams Travel Agency and stopped seeing Carly look up from where she stood to Kristina's side phone pulled to her ear. "I don't care if you have to sneak into her office and pull the file yourself, Dennis. You owe me and I'm collecting." She demanded without a seconds hesitation.
Jason motioned for Kristina to come on over, not sure what Carly was up to and not sure he wanted to know as it seemed that it was definitely no good and he had a plane to catch. He just wanted to make sure that Sam was alright. "Did Sam come in?" Jason asked her softly so as not to disturb Carly in whatever witch hunt she was on.
"No. She still hasn't. Carly's already been by her apartment and it looked like she packed in a hurry. She's trying to find out what happened." Kristina explained in a whisper. "I noticed the safe was open in the back and then your files were open, tickets booked, the screen was still up on the computer but there aren't any in the office."
Jason was getting a sinking feeling, a gnawing that something was terribly wrong. "Did you talk to Maxie or Lulu?" Jason knew that her other best friends kept up to date with everything on Sam. Maybe she had an emergency and she told one of them.
"I had trouble getting through to he photo shoot but Lulu said that she hasn't heard from her. She said she would talk to Maxie and let me know though." Kristina suddenly jumped when Carly raised her voice once more.
"You sniveling coward. Do you need me to do everything? Tell her that she had a patient asking for her in the lobby and then get your ass in her office." Carly snarled out.
Jason arched an eyebrow at that. "What is Carly up to?" He wondered if Kristina even knew.
"She said that Sam might have gotten some bad news. She's trying to find out, now."
Jason didn't like the sound of that at all. What sort of bad news? What did Carly know about it? Jason and Carly had been friends for years, close. It happened when Jason was still with Sonny, before Sonny went legit and started his security firm. Jason had tried his hand at it but there was too much red tape trying to play everything straight. He'd finally gotten tired of it and gone freelance.
Freelance meant that he could pick his targets and only focus on the really whacked out characters out there. And to top it all off he got paid for it. So Carly and Jason's friendship transcended the adjustment to the legal life. He knew that she had become good friends with Sam as well, but he never pressed her for information about her.
"Dennis, if I have to come there, you will regret it for the rest of your natural life." Carly promised the other person on the phone and Jason's sinking feeling took a plunge. Carly was playing awfully hard for simple bad news. He wasn't sure what sort of bad news it might be, but he was getting more and more worried.
"Kristina, why don't you go grab some coffee and I'll stay here with Carly. I'll have Spinelli call you when Sam gets back to the office." Jason finally decided that when Carly got whatever it was that she was looking for he was calling in a favor of his own and finding out what it was that she knew. He didn't want Kristina caught in the middle of it.
Ten minutes later, Kristina long gone, Carly hung up the phone looking a shade paler than she had before and Jason pushed himself off the wall he was lounging against. "Carly, what's going on?" Jason asked instantly. "What's going on with Sam?" He clarified in case she decided to get smart with him.
Carly didn't answer immediately. She seemed to be weighing what to say. "Sam's just got some bad news." She started but Jason wasn't going to have it.
"Yeah I got that from Kristina or at least the possibility for it, how about a little more to go on." Jason couldn't hide the disdain in his voice.
"Jason, if she wanted you to know she would have told you." Carly replied with a tight swallow.
"Carly you just did something that was probably very illegal to find out what's up and you're lecturing me on the ethics of friendship? What happened?" Jason retorted with a huff.
Carly shifted nervously from one foot to another still weighing whether to tell him. "She's not in remission any more. Jason, Sam didn't meet Jenny in the Bahamas. She met her in the hospital. They were undergoing treatment for Leukemia together. Jenny didn't die in a Peru, she died right here in Port Charles and Sam was the only one she wanted at her side." Carly looked like a weight had been lifted the more she got out, but Jason felt like his whole world was being shifted upside down.
"Why didn't..." Jason wasn't sure what he was even asking, his mind completely blown as he was trying to come to terms with the insanity that Carly was explaining to him.
"They didn't want anyone to worry about them. Sam's been carrying this stoicism thing to the limit and I think it finally hit home. She just found out that she needs to be in treatment again and I think she bolted. I don't know where. But I think that she thought she needed the time. They want her in next week for treatment, Jase." Carly licked at her lips, blinking back tears.
To say that Jason was reeling would be the understatement of the century. He was far more than reeling. He was trying to make thoughts make sense again. Sam had cancer. She'd had it for years and he hadn't had a clue. She'd known Jenny been with her til the end and they both shared this secret that only Carly knew and now...now...
She was gone and that ache in his heart was trying to rip the damn organ from his chest. A long moment of silence passed before either one of them could speak again. "Kristina said that the tickets for my trip to Peru were missing." He finally got out. "Maybe Sam took them. Jenny loved Peru and they made up the story that they were there years ago, she had the tickets right in front of her. Maybe she decided to go." Jason tried to make sense of it, but he wasn't sure he was on the right track at all.
"You think she flew to Peru?" Carly asked in disbelief and then her eyes widened. "Maxie and Lulu are already down there. Maybe she went to see them?"
"I think she went to go to Machu Picchu, Carly. Come on how many times did you hear Jenny talk about it or Sam after Jenny was gone." Jason pointed out, getting more and more nervous and scared. He hadn't even processed what this meant for Sam and here he was just trying to put pieces together.
"She got the call and the tickets for Peru were right in front of her, Christ." Carly swore as she looked away in horror. "Jase, she's sick she shouldn't be out there alone."
"She won't be for long." Jason replied evenly, trying to adjust to this bomb shell as he quickly started working out a new plan of action. "Does Sonny still keep the jet fueled for the weekends?" Jason asked quickly. He didn't make it a habit of pulling Sonny into his line of work seeing as Sonny was trying to stay off the laws radar now, but this was a favor that could be collected on and it sure beat trying to get more tickets.
"He does." Carly nodded, eyes widening as she realized his plan. "Jason, call me as soon as you find her."
"I will." Jason promised as Carly jumped back on the phone to make sure the arrangements were made for Jason with Sonny's jet.
ZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Everything is in perfect order." Spinelli answered the phone when Jason called him on the way to hope the jet.
"Not really. You remember when Stansfield was in town and me and Sam were having lunch at Kelly's?" Jason asked as he took the plane steps two at a time.
"Yeah."
"He knows what Sam looks like and that she's an associate of mine. She's taken my ticket and he's expecting me in Lima when she lands. He's going to assume that she's there for the job or to inform him on something about me." Jason explained as quickly as he could.
"B...b...but...why.." Spinelli started trying to get out, but Jason interrupted him.
"Listen to me. I want to you get yourself a ticket to Lima as soon as possible. Sam's gotten herself into one hell of a jam and it's going to take both of us to get her out of it." Jason couldn't even factor in her illness yet. He was trying too hard to think straight long enough to plan now that she'd managed to turn his entire world upside down...
ZZZZZZZZZZZ
"Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous...spends his time alone in the basement...with Lennon and Cobain and a guitar and a stereo...well he wished he could escape this but it all seems so contagious...not to be yourself and faceless, in a song that has no soul..."
Johnny Zacchara tugged his sunglasses in to place as he stepped off the plane in Cuzco, carry on in hand as the sun beat down, a smile playing on his lips. This was the perfect trip, personal and business wrapped all in one. He had his morning meeting with a client and then it was off to see Lulu at the shoot after party. If he was lucky he would even have time to change clothes between the kill and his date.
"I, remember feeling low. I, remember losing hope...and I, remember all the feelings and the day they stopped...We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are. We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are..."
Carly sank onto her couch starring at a blank TV, the babysitter worrying over the kids as she sat wondering what in the hell was going on. She never should have just sent Jason off after Sam. Hell she shouldn't' have kept her secret so long, but what else could she have done? Jason was crazy about Sam and Sam was crazy about Jason and while Carly wanted to interfere and make sure that they ended up together she hadn't quite talked herself into doing it until now. When they got home...things were going to change...
"Oh, Tina's losing faith in what she knows...hate her music, hates all of her clothes...thinks of surgery and a new nose...every calorie is a war...while she wishes she was a dancer and that she never heard of cancer, she wishes God would give her some answers, and make her feel beautiful..."
Sam stepped off the plane in Lima, Peru and claimed her baggage, heading to catch a cab to her hotel. She wasn't two feet out into the main lobby of the airport though when she saw a sign labeled 'Morgan' and while she felt the guilt welling up and tried to skirt the man wielding it she realized as he made a beeline in her direction that she remembered him from a lunch date she and Jason had shared about a month back.
"What a pleasant surprise." Stansfield smiled brightly as he met up with her.
"I, remember feeling low. I, remember losing hope...and I, remember all the feelings and the day they stopped...We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are... We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are..."
Lulu peered out the window of her hotel room wishing she knew how to tell Johnny that she was pregnant. She'd been on birth control and still...She didn't know how it could have happened. Maxie was on the phone behind her and for the life of her she couldn't make out a single word that she was saying as she peered out into the skyline, lost in her own turmoil.
There was another nagging, worry over Sam. Questions with no clear reason. She knew that something was wrong and Lulu was fighting her own personal dilemma as she tried to reason out what might be up with Sam and why Kristina was calling about her.
"One day...you'll have to let it go, you'll have to let it go...one day, you'll stand up on your own, you'll stand up on your own...remember losing hope, remember feeling low, remember all the feelings and the day they stopped..."
Spinelli walked nervously into the airport his legs literally shaking at the idea of boarding a plane. God. Did Jason realize what he was asking of him when he asked him to head out to Peru? Spinelli was fighting nausea, trying to convince himself that he could do this. He could. He could get on a plane. He could fly. He could make it there. He could do it all without...
"Oh God..."
Spinelli turned trying to keep from spewing on the woman behind the ticket counter and managed to coat the man behind him in puke from chest to navel.
"We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are. We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are...We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are. We are, we are all innocent, we are all innocent, we are, we are..."
Jason watched out the window as he was inwardly beating himself up. Though he was still in shock he was trying to understand what had happened and what still was. Trying to sort through his feelings and fears. Sam being sick was like a knife to his heart and the very idea that she had suffered so much alone already was eating him alive.
That he had pushed her away because of his job as though it was some way to keep her safe and she was now anything but safe was still hitting hard. He closed his eyes breathing in deeply. God. He had to find her. He had to find her before anyone else did.
"We are, we are all innocent..."
Last Song "Innocent" by Our Lady Peace.