Sam bolted up in bed and came to a dead stop. Cold sweat washed her brow and her throat felt parched. She looked over to the empty space next to her and her heart clenched as it flipped in her chest, instant fear causing her to rush from the bed and tear through the penthouse…bathroom, Danny's room, kitchen…she even tried the home gym, before she collapsed in a disappointed heap on the stairs and wept. It had been a dream! The whole wonderful, momentous series of events - finding and rescuing the love of her life - it never happened! He was not home. He was still missing!

As the pain tore through her heart and threatened to rob her very last breath, Sam clasped her midsection in crossed arms and doubled over in agony, the sobs breaking free in lament of her struggle to cope with his continued absence. It had all seemed so real, so very tangible…he was right there!

But he wasn't there! He wasn't hurt in a clinic and she hadn't found him and gotten him home. Instead she had spent weeks chasing deadends and going in circles after Helena, and nothing had panned out, and she was tired. She was so tired.

Her son's faint cry sounded on the monitor by the sofa table and it was like a blanket for Sam. Danny needed her. He needed his mom to be strong and nurturing…to be present. Taking a deep breath and using the tip of her night shirt to wipe her eyes, Sam took another, then rose to her feet and climbed the stairs.

She looked at her little man standing up in his crib, a smile brightening his face and transforming his cries into gurgles the minute he saw her, instantly lightening her heart as she reached over and swung him into her arms.

"Hey big guy! What're you doing up, huh?"

She kissed the top of his head and inhaled deeply, the action doing exactly what it always did and calming her softly, as Danny rested his head on her chest and gurgled again.

Laying him back down, Sam changed him into a clean diaper then swung him into her arms again, turning from the nursery to head to the kitchen to warm his bottle.

"You miss Daddy too, don't you baby?" Kissing his head again she whispered softly, "Me too, kiddo…me too."

"Sam…Sam."

Waking up slowly, Sam heard Carly's voice breaking into her dream. Her eyes drifted open and she could feel the hand on her shoulder as her friend gently shook her awake.

"Hey, Sam."

She looked over at Carly curiously, a little confused.

"You fell asleep in the chair, why don't you go home and get some rest. I'll stay with our patient."

Following Carly's gaze over to the bed, Sam inhaled sharply and brought her hand to her mouth. It wasn't a damn dream! She'd been dreaming about it being a dream! Her husband laid in the bed before her, a little more color to his pallor though he hadn't regained consciousness. It happened…she had found him afterall!

"He's really here, isn't he?" Her sobby whisper was almost inaudible.

Carly looked at her best friend's wife who for the longest she thought was his widow and nodded her head as her own tears flowed blindingly. "He really is! You brought him home." At that moment she was thinking how incredible the tiny force of a woman was, but she'd never admit it out loud. They all thought Jason had died, knew there was absolutely no way that he could've survived what happened to him, no possible way! But his wife never believed it! The fierce little fireball had held out for all she was worth and she fought and searched and then fought some more, until she finally found him. Jason was alive!

Sam stood up and the two almost-friends hugged each other close, both staring at the still man in the hospital bed, oblivious to the miracle unfolding in his presence. They had brought him to GH the night before after Sam had called the hospital and spoken to Epiphany directly, who agreed with her that given Jason's history with brain anomalies that he should be evaluated instantly on arrival by Dr. Maruchi, who was the brain surgeon on call. The good doctor had been thorough with his examination, assuring the shocked and worried family members afterwards that Jason's wounds had been tended to really well. He had been given excellent medical care and they expected him to wake up at anytime.

Dr. Maruchi thought it a bit odd that he hadn't yet woken up, as there were no obvious reasons for the coma, but he assured them that given the extremity of his wounds to the back that it was good his body was taking the time it needed to heal. But afterwards his drug panels came back and they'd found heavy sedatives that explained his very deep sleep. Sam hadn't left his side for a minute since the night before - nothing they said to her had convinced her, not even when they pulled the Danny card that always worked on her before. Danny was safe and sound with his grandmother and aunts, she had called several times to make sure, but his father needed her more…and she needed to get him home to Danny.

"I still don't know how this is even possible," Carly marveled as they watched him sleep. "How is it we have our miracle back, Sam?"

Sam chuckled though her sobs. "Because he's a fighter, Carly. He knew we needed him and he's been fighting to hold on for me to get to him." She sniffled and took his hand in hers, lifting it to rest against her cheek as she tilted her head and smiled, "He's my unstoppable fighter!"

Carly squeezed her shoulder as she hugged her, "Thank you, Sam!" Then she turned to face her. "Now, go home! Take a shower, see Danny - I'll stay here with Jason till you get back."

Sam shook her head adamantly. "I'm not leaving. I need to see his eyes before I'll fully believe he's okay - I'm not going anywhere before he opens those magical blues for me." She sat on the bed and stroked his face softly, "You hear that Morgan? I need you to wake up and swallow me in that beautiful sea of yours. I know you're tired but you're safe now…you're home and you're safe…please wake up for me."

The machines started going crazy again, just like they did in the clinic the night before, prompting Sam to jump up from the bed and search his face frantically, his hand still clutched desperately in hers.

"What's that, what's happening to him?" Carly was just as scared.

"I don't know." She was reaching for the call button with her free hand - praying he wasn't having a relapse when he was so close.

The nurse was coming in just as Carly was running to the door to get help and she grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her to the bed. "Help him, please!"

The nurse looked at the machines then reassured the pair, "It's okay, it's not a bad thing. He seems to be trying to wake up, trying to break through the sedation. He's okay."

Sam was finally able to breathe at her words, looking down at her husband as her frantic heart started to level out again.

"Is it true - is Jason really here?" The nurse nobody wanted to see burst through the door, halting suddenly and her hand flying to her mouth when she saw his face. "Dear God, it's really true. Jason is alive!"

Sam didn't respond to her, just sat down on the bed then laid out next to him as she stroked his temple, softly whispering in his ear. "Can you hear my voice baby? I love you. Our son loves you. Please wake up now okay?"

The duty nurse addressed Sam. "Just keep talking to him, Mrs. Morgan. He seems to be responding to your voice - that's what's causing the machines to beep this way. He knows you're here and he's trying to wake up for you, even through the heavy sedation."

"Elizabeth, this is not a good time."

"W-what?" Her stunned head turned to Carly as she moved her hand from her mouth slowly.

Carly took a step closer to the hateful woman. "It's family only right now, and as you can see his wife would like some privacy. Please leave."

Her indignation was heated. "You're here? Why can't I visit my friend and make sure he's okay?"

"Why? You have the nerve to stand there and ask why after all the crap you pulled recently? Not that I'd need a reason in the first place but there are plenty, so get the hell out and leave them alone!" Carly was in no mood to deal with her. Her best friend came back and she wanted desperately for him to wake up and forgive her for giving up on him. The mousy woman was not going to intrude on their family time.

"Jason is my friend and he would want me to be here for him. You can't block me from seeing him."

Carly looked behind her to see if Sam was getting upset by the sniffling twit, but she wasn't even listening, just snuggled up to her husband quietly whispering to him, completely blocking out the trifling woman.

"Nurse Webber, hasn't your shift started?"

Both women looked to see Dr. Monica Quartermaine enter the room, looking pointedly at Elizabeth. Nobody was pleased with the wretched woman and she wouldn't even take the hint and die already.

"Yes, Dr. Q, but I had to see for myself that Jason was really alive. It's a miracle…I had to see him for myself." She crumbled into sniffles as she looked back to the bed, hating the sight of the conwoman nestled to Jason and wanting nothing more than to push her off the bed to the floor.

"Well, you've seen him and this room is too crowded at the moment - please tend to your actual patients. My son is being taken care of."

The nurse's face turned red, embarrassed that Monica would address her so coldly in front of the two women present, that she would address her so coldly at all. She didn't understand it, she hadn't done anything to warrant the harsh behavior, but soon Jason would wake up and she could visit him all she wanted - he would never turn her away. Jason had already forgiven her slight lapse in judgement - he didn't hold anything against her.

"Yes, Dr. Q." She moved to the door obediently. She had to keep her job.

"Bye!" What Carly really wanted to say was good riddance, but she held her tongue for once, watching Monica move over to her son.

"How is he?" Monica addressed her tiny daughter-in-law who hadn't noticed her come in until she spoke to her. She smiled when she realized that Sam had ignored them all up to that point, her only interest Jason. She was so grateful for the way in which the sweet, lovable little thing loved her only living child. Monica took a deep breath at the thought…just the day before she'd been living that special hell where she thought she had lost all her children…but today was a completely different and glorious day…Sam had brought her beloved Jason back to them all.

At the sound of her voice, Sam rose from the bed and looked at the mature doctor with a tiny smile. "Monica, when did you get here?"

Monica chuckled as she moved back a step to allow room for Sam to stand upright. "Just now. Has anything changed since last night?" She walked to the foot of the bed and reached for the chart to see for herself.

Sam brushed out the wrinkles she'd made in Jason's sheets as she replied, "Not really. The machines sounded earlier and the nurse thinks he was trying to wake up but other than that he's been really quiet." She smiled at the pun. "Like he always is."

All three women smiled knowingly. Monica went over to Jason and brushed his hair softly. "Hey, son! It is so very good to see you, I'm so happy you came back to us. You get as much rest as you need but we know you'll wake up soon. So many people need you, Jason. So many people love you." Bending over to kiss his forehead lightly, she brushed his hair as she stood back up. His handsome face looked as peaceful as it did when she saw him the night before after Sam had called her with the miraculous news. She had rushed back to the hospital with dread that it might not really be him, until she saw him with her own eyes and saw that her baby son was indeed alive. She stroked his hair one last time and smiled. They would get him well again and he'd be just fine. She'd make certain of it.

Sam trusted the doctors at General Hospital but knew that even if she didn't, she wouldn't need to worry about Jason's care…his mother would see to it that he got the very best. She smiled as she stepped up next to Monica and linked her arm through hers as they both watched Jason sleep. Monica covered the hand on hers and smiled at her daughter-in-law lovingly, patting her hand as she turned to her.

"I have a meeting. You take care of our boy."

"Always!"

Monica smile again at how true she knew that to be. She never needed to worry about Jason, when it came to Samantha Morgan. The woman had proven on more occasions than she could count that she would walk through fire for that boy. Monica patted her hand again and left, smiling at Carly in acknowledgment.

Sam went back to the bed and took Jason's hand again. "Come on Morgan, enough of this laying around all day! You know you hate this stuff. You hate hospitals so wake up so we can break you outta here!" She kissed the side of his lips and rubbed her forehead against his face and whispered softly, "I love you, baby!"

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Jason was fighting through the thickest fog he'd ever seen. There it was again! There was that magical sound he kept hearing through the haze. Where was it coming from? He knew her… he loved her…and she needed him. At times the fog kept getting thicker and thicker and the pain was excruciating, pulling him under…but then he'd see gorgeous brown eyes and a radiant smile, and he had to get to her. He had just heard her beautiful voice. It was pulling at him to find her. He would find her. Next time he heard it, he would find her…no matter how thick the fog, he would find her!