Authors Note: Beyond blown away by the response. Thank you to everyone who reviewed and read. Like I stated before this is not the fic for you if you are a Jason Liz lover. I am forewarning everyone this is Jasam. If you want Liz this isn't the fic but thank you for the lovely review about Shaking your head. Enjoy! Chapter 3 is done. Will be up soon. The reviews and emails make me want to write even more. And to the person who ask me, yes I do everything for a reason. Thank you so much. And to Tiffany, the goddess, thank you so much for editing. So now chapter 2 pay close attention to a little something something I came up with. It will make an appearance later on.

Chapter 2

If there were an award for the world's greatest pretender, and for superiority in remaining cool, calm and collected, Jason Morgan was sure he would win it by an enormous landslide. He was able to plaster a smile on his face and remain totally cool-headed with people he would rather not even acknowledge, like Patrick Drake.

Jason was one of the attendants, one of the many smiling guests at Patrick and Robin's wedding. Sitting in the house he had been to countless times, he wore a hypnotic, serene expression like all the others, except his was totally fake. Despite his calm demeanor, he couldn't help but think back to a few weeks earlier, when the good doctor was practically foaming at the mouth as he made his intentions very clear to Jason; that he wanted him away from Sam and Danny. He was marrying Sam, and Jason was nothing but an easily removable nuisance. Every time Patrick smiled at Robin that afternoon, Jason's hands went into his pockets so his fists didn't break the good doctor's jaw.

When Liz opened the door of the Drake house, he acted calm, barely acknowledged her any more than he had to, didn't show his surprise at her presence at the party, and held his tongue despite wanting to give her a huge piece of his mind. Jake, their son, was an emotional mess because of her selfishness and lies. He couldn't bear another one of her "I'm Sorry" monologues. But he somehow mustered up a fake smile, walked past her, and spent the next few hours ignoring her as she tried to get near him. Half the afternoon, thankfully, Carly and Sonny were there to run interference. She got the hint, and left him alone, so he was able to contain his inner turmoil. He didn't scream out her sins to the entire room, and how everyone had been affected by them.

He was able to somewhat control his emotions, his anger, with Nikolas Cassadine, despite wanting to pick him up by the collar of his shirt, and throw him out of the window of his hospital room. He acted nonchalant and unruffled when Nikolas wanted him to do his bidding and used his sons as bait.

Just thinking about the day was making him feel trapped. He left his room at the Metro Court and got on his bike with no destination in mind. Riding his motorcycle through the city was one of the only ways he was able to get some sort of peace. It was a stress reliever. The adrenaline that ran through his veins, as he drove through the streets of Port Charles somehow always pushed away his anger.

Jason wasn't sure about a lot of things in his life. He lived in a world of confusion. He was two men, two very different men stuck in one body. He knew about his past. He put a "do not disturb" sign at his door and spent hours Googling himself. It had taken a lot but he finally made peace that once upon a time he was Sonny's right hand man. He was a stone cold killer. Somehow, one day he "died" and then by some miracle, he returned from the dead with no memories of his past life. It was a lot for one man to know that he had taken the lives of others, but it was worse to not remember anything about his past and the other aspects of it. To have spent months with no identity was horrific.

Finally, when he made peace with being Jake Doe, who had built a life and had a family, he found out the woman whom he was going to marry knew who he was the entire time they were together, and had lied to him. He was already married and had not one, but two sons.

Jason arrived at the bridge. He knew from Sam and Robin that the bridge was important to him. Liz also mentioned it once and though he didn't believe a syllable that came out of her mouth, he did believe Sam and Robin. He took off his helmet and took a deep long breath. He gazed at the stars just like he had done the last few nights and once again it started; the memories. He hadn't really told anyone. He hated to see the disappointment on their faces.

Sam's face when he kissed her the day after he found out he was Jason Morgan, when he said the words "I remember," was the day that hurt the most. All he remembered that day was a grainy vision of two people on a bed. It wasn't much of a memory but the emotion that flooded him from that tiny blur stirred something inside him, something that scared him, and caused him to feel an enormous sense of guilt regarding Liz. He was so determined to continue his life as Jake Doe, and so trusting of Liz that he pushed Sam away to the point of having divorce papers drawn up.

Finding out the truth opened a floodgate of emotions, and made him face a truth he was afraid to even think about; his attraction to Samantha Morgan before he knew he was Jason Morgan, when he had simply been Jake Doe. She had always intrigued him from the first day they met. She was a very attractive woman and he couldn't deny that the first time he saw her he checked her out and he was drawn to her; something he couldn't, for the life of him, explain.

He couldn't help but smile as he thought of how close the two of them had become lately. He told her about the memory of the star necklace and was so close to telling her more but he chose instead to keep it to himself a bit longer.

The memories came in flashbacks or what he liked to think of as a slide show. Flashes of his life, or pictures of the people in his life crossed his mind so quickly he could barely hold onto them. Truly, there was just one person in his life that danced before his mind's eye. There were these flickering images: images of Sam trying to cook dinner and burning it, Sam wearing a bikini and sitting on his lap with a red flower in her hair, Sam smiling at him while forcing him to dance, Sam pregnant and yelling at him, and Sam wearing a long dress while the two of them danced in the rain.

And then there were the other memories, the ones that after he remembered them, he dreamt about at night. The ones that made him reach over to the other side of the bed hoping she was next to him. The one he had a few nights earlier involved Sam and him drinking shots of tequila and playing pool completely naked.

"Strip pool is fun," she has said in a husky voice as he stood behind her stroking her with his fingers.

Hearing her moans in his dreams made him take a cold shower every morning. There were so many memories that led to so many questions. Had they really played strip pool?

He put so much pressure on himself for so long to remember, and for months that's all he could think about. The entire situation was tricky, and he hoped that he would soon fill in all those blanks. That pressure he felt to remember wasn't a constant anymore. He was more relaxed. He felt more confident and happy. He owed it to one person, his wife. She never pushed him to remember. She was supportive and was there when he needed her. She was fun and he found himself looking forward to seeing her.

He wondered why the hell he had left her that day? The day he died. Her explanation was that he left to help out a friend. He was shocked to hear her recount the events of that day and to hear her tell him that she wasn't angry at him for leaving. But he was angry at himself. Who would leave their wife after getting their son back?

What a stupid man he had been. Over coffee, Sam told him details of that day. After he dropped her off at her car, he went to the bridge and had flashbacks of that day. Danny as a baby. He sat between them as he slipped her ring back onto her finger. Danny grabbed it with his pudgy little fingers. They had so much time taken away from them, stolen.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. He felt the need to see her. She was so beautiful, his Sam. She had been blessed with the type of beauty that made men regardless of age or race turn their heads when she walked into a room. He had seen the way other men looked at her and how utterly oblivious she was to her beauty. He smiled as he thought of those tight black jeans she wore that showed off her curves and petite figure in the most flattering way, and the boots that made her taller than she was. He swore she would break her leg, one day, chasing Danny, but she walked like they were the most comfortable things in the world. Her long, black hair and how it ended right above her tiny waist was an invitation to the lovely view of her firm butt that he admired when she bent over. She was a beautiful, erotic woman. She could wear a paper bag and she would still be beautiful, and she was his.

He thought about what Sam would look like in the necklace, like the one in the Cassadine safe they had broken into. The one they argued about when she accused him of not seeing her as "girlie." If she only knew just what he was thinking about on Christmas night after seeing her at the park. A flash of a pair of diamonds and a blue box had come into his brain that night he attributed it to the star necklace. He didn't know what that flash was about so he assumed the necklace must have had earrings too but that night he had dreamt of Sam wearing just the necklace and nothing else.

He wondered what she would say, if he told her. Should he even tell her? What if she slapped him? Once again he was plagued with questions and another night he would spend alone with just his dreams.

He looked up in the sky and saw a shooting star. Another memory came to him. Sonny was laughing at him. There was a robin-blue box he took out of his pocket and put into a safe as Max, Milo, and Sonny looked on, all three men laughing.

"It's a push gift, Jason. You give it to her after she gives birth," Sonny said.

"Yeah, yeah you told me. Look, just keep it here you know she's a snooper."

The memory disappeared just as fast as it came, leaving Jason to wonder if Sonny could make sense of it. He reached into his pocket to pull out his keys. Instead of his keys, he pulled out a tiny blue match car. He wanted to scream! Patrick gave it to him that afternoon at his house. It was the one time that day he almost punched Drake in the jaw twice. It took hours to get that conversation out of his head. It was one of the reasons he drove up to the bridge that night.

"Can you make sure you give this back to Danny as soon as you see him," Patrick said as he handed him a tiny blue truck. "It's Danny's favorite. He left it at school and the dragon called to tell us. She couldn't reach Sam so I picked it up earlier. I know how much Danny loves this car!"

Jason wished he had never asked the question. If there was any way that he could go back in time, he would go back to that moment and avoid Drake at any cost.

"The dragon? Is that some sort of stuffed animal?"

He could have sworn that Drake gave him a smug look right before he responded

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"The dragon is Ms. Royce, Danny's teacher. Sam and I nicknamed her the dragon because she is evil. She loves to lecture the parents if we are late to drop off or pick up. God help us if we sent any snacks that weren't on her pre-approved list. Danny adores her and she adores him. She is an old softie now. She just needed 'a bit of the Drake charm,' as Sam used to say. You haven't met her yet?"

"No, I can't say I've had the pleasure." He answered trying very hard to remain cool.

He had no idea who the dragon was and he hated that Drake knew. He realized he didn't know a lot about his own son.

"I'd make sure you do. Danny is a special, brilliant little boy. The wait list was two years long to get him in. I called in a favor. It's a very prestigious private preschool."

"I can't see Sam being the type to send her son to some snotty private school!"

Drake laughed once again at him and Jason had no idea how he hadn't punched him right in his jaw.

"Danny is gifted. Sam had him in a regular preschool and they tested him. They suggested he go to a different school, one with a more complex curriculum. Monica was able to pull some strings. Danny is off the charts smart. He wants to be a doctor. I bought him a surgeon's costume for Halloween and we couldn't get it off him. He slept with it on and even went to school with it. Monica loved it. A surgeon in the family. It really was too cute. Sam and I finally bribed him with ice cream to get him to take it off."

Jason thought to how he had once been grateful that Drake was a father figure to his youngest son but after hearing him go on and on about all of the things regarding his son, from his favorite food to the way he liked to sleep on his right side, to the fact that the school required parents to volunteer twice a week and Drake always did on Mondays, made him less than grateful.

He was now forced to make a choice. He wanted to wait to regain all of his memories before going to see Sam, to tell her he remembered and he loved her, and that he always had even when he was Jake Doe, but he was tired of waiting. He wanted his wife back, he wanted his son back. He wanted to be with them in the penthouse. He wanted his family. He still had so many questions, but not wanting to change his mind, he grabbed his keys and got on his bike.

Sonny and Carly.

He trusted them. He knew they would help him fill in the blanks so without any hesitation, he got on his bike and made his way to the Corintho's house.