Do not own General Hospital or any of the characters.
Okay I have been writing this story for a few months now, from January. I was a little disappointed with how the Franco Kidnapping played out on the show. And this is my version of what happened. Enjoy.
The Flame of Franco
Silent Night...
Jason stood outside Sam's apartment for a brief second as he gathered his thoughts before knocking on the door. He was worried that she would be mad after receiving his phone message and the flowers for ditching her and then all the sudden show up like this. However, talking it over with Spinelli- the young computer genius had been right. It was New Year's Eve and he needed to spend it not thinking about Franco but with the person he carried for most in the world.
Lifting his hand, his knuckles tapped loudly against the maple wood of the door. He paused for a second listening for the sound of footsteps on the other side. Not hearing anything, he tried again; this time a little louder.
Again, there was no answer.
Frowning at little at this, Jason debated on what to do next. He could easily turn on his heel and go back to the penthouse, like a part of him wanted too. There was still a lot of work to be done, where Franco was concern. But he knew if he returned back to the penthouse, Spinelli would surely send him back out. The other part of him knew that he had to see Sam tonight. It had been too long since they had last really spent time together. Both had been busy over the last couple of days with Christmas and such. Sighing, he decided to give it one more try. Sam was just being stubborn he figured.
Pulling out his cell phone he dialled her cell phone. Pressing it to his ear, he could hear the fate sound of it ringing in the next room. Cleary, she wasn't going to pick up, he thought to himself as he listened to Sam's voice mail kick in. Hanging up, Jason placed his phone back inside of his leather jacket. Running his hands through his hair, let out a small sigh before knocking once again on the door.
"Come on Sam, open up!" he cried through the door. He knew that Sam was probably mad at him for not coming earlier. But he was here now, he thought to himself. That should count for something. On a inpulse, he decided to try the doorknob, to see if it was lock. He knew that sometimes when Sam was home that she left it unlocked. Praying that this was true, Jason placed his right hand against the cold mental and turned it. The door opened with ease. A smile appearing on his face, Jason stepped into the apartment.
The room was filled with candles. Clearing Sam was waiting for him. As he closed the door behind him, he noted the flowers he had sent,resting on the desk. Beside them, lay a towel; giving Jason the hint to go outside. He then slowly moved towards the terrace, where his smile faded into a thin line. The Jacuzzi was on but there was no sign of Sam. Stepping closer to the hot tube, he lifted up the bath robe; gently running the material through his fingers before placing it back down. It was then he noticed the broken white glass in the snow. The snow around it was died a bright pink from where the wine had spilled. Crouching down beside it, he lifted one of the pieces of glass between his fingers. He stared down at it for a second before, placing it down again in the snow. It was snowing heavy still, so he could not make out the footprints of Franco and Sam. Standing up again, he walked around the hot tube before heading back inside. Wiping his snow cover boots against the carpet, Jason made his way towards Sam's bedroom. Thinking maybe that she had fallen asleep he pushed opened the bedroom door, to find out that the bed was made and Sam was not there.
It was in that moment that a cold shiver ran down his spin. Sam was nowhere to be found. Fear soon turned rage, he knew who was responsible for this and he had let it happen. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialled up Spinelli.
"The Jackal speaking," answered Spinelli into the phone.
"Spinelli, do you have your laptop with you?" asked Jason as he moved back into the living room.
"Stone Cold, this is most surprising...shouldn't you be with Faire Samantha, ringing in the new year?" asked Spinelli clearly confused on why Jason was phoning her.
"Spinelli, I need you to pull up surveillance on Sam's building," replied Jason, ignoring his friend's question.
"Of course Stone Cold..." mumbled Spinelli, clearly confused at what was going on. "I assume something is not right."
"Sam's not here," stated Jason in a low voice. "She's missing." He let out a deep breath at this, a deep feeling of guilt erupting in the pit of his stomach.
Spinelli was quiet for a moment as he pondered what Jason had just told him before replying. "I will phone Stone Cold back immediately when I have the footage." He then hung up.
Jason then dialled Lucky's cell phone and asked he could meet up with him at Sam's. Lucky who had been with Elizabeth at the moment was clearly confused at this request but he said he would be down there as soon as he could. Clearly it was important; Jason had never phoned him like this before.
After hanging up with Lucky, Jason began to pace around the apartment, running his hands through his hair. He knew that Sam's had been kidnapped by Franco; he was 100% sure about it. He just didn't know where he had taken her. He knew that Franco wanted to get to him; he was sending him another one of his messages. He just wasn't sure what exactly it was.
About twenty minutes later, Lucky arrived at Sam's apartment. He felt a little weird with being back here. It has been a good ten months or so this he had last been there. Knocking on the door, he waited for Jason to answer it.
In less than five seconds, Jason had opened the door and told Lucky to come in. As he stepped pasted Jason, his eyes fell onto the candles that where still lit around the room. "Jason, what's the hell is going on?" asked the officer.
"Sam's missing," replied Jason towards Lucky in all seriousness. "And I think Franco had something to do with it!"
"What do you mean she is missing?" asked Lucky, is eyes narrowing at Jason.
"We had plans to spend the night together and when I arrived here, it looked like it does now. Candles lite and such. The Jacuzzi was on and the door was unlocked but there was no sign of Sam," explained Jason, who was breathing through his nose, trying to stay calm.
Looking brief around the room with his eyes, Lucky shrugged, "Maybe something came up and she had to leave. Maybe she had to go out of town and didn't have time to tell you..." suggested Lucky. He did not want to jump to conclusions like Jason was.
"Sam wouldn't do that," stated Jason, an edge in his voice. "Plus, her cell phone and wallet are still here. Nothing is missing I checked."
"Well..." Lucky's voice trailed off. He didn't know what else to say.
"Please, Lucky just help me find her. That is why I called you, I trust you. Plus Sam thinks of you has a friend. You are important to her like I know she is important to you too," Jason wasn't one for begging but at this moment he was desperate. He knew if Franco had been the one to take Sam that he would need the extra help to find her. Franco was different from all the other enemies he had dealt with in the past.
"We will need more people than just you and me. I'm going to call Mac," stated Lucky as he pulled out his cell phone, however before he could dial the number, Jason had pulled the phone out of his hands.
"No, I don't want to involve the police. Franco wants to deal with me, no one else. The more people we involve the more difficult he will make it for me to find Sam," his blue eyes blazed at Lucky. There was no way in hell that he would bring in the police to this.
Lucky was about to open his month and argue with Jason but quickly closed it. He knew that Jason was right. Franco had a weird obsession with Jason and if he had taken Sam, then this was just the beginning of a wild goose chase. "Alright, but are you sure that it was Franco who took Sam?"
Jason's eyes darkened at Lucky. "Of course it was Franco, damn it! Who else would it be?"
Silent Night played softly from the speakers of the darken SUV as Franco pulled up into a darken alley way of a building.
"Here we are Sam, home sweet home," spoke Franco as he looked over his shoulder to the motionless figure of Sam, who was lying on her back against the backseat.
Hoped you enjoyed reading and please review! Thanks.
