Sam was in a dream. The love of her life had just wrapped her up in his arms and taken her breath away the same way he always did…by kissing her senseless. When had she fallen asleep? Surely this was a dream, a wonderful, sensational, fantastic dream and she didn't want it to end. She wanted to go on floating in a world where he came back, where he wasn't gone forever and she wasn't forced to go on without him. She wanted to stay in his arms in her dream in their cocoon and she could feel him making soft circles on her back keeping her entranced. With her heartbeat slowed and her breathing calm, Sam ventured to open her eyes and lift her head, only to find herself falling again into the deepest blue. She shook her head in quiet disbelief, "I know it can't be you, my mind knows that it can't be you, but…"

His hand reached up and stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing away tears she didn't even realize were trailing down her face and he smiled. "Only, it really is me, baby."

She didn't understand, couldn't make sense of any of it. "But how? It's not possible - there's no way! You're Jake, we're trying to find out who you are, where you came from." She tried to step away from him, tried to back out of his arms so she could think but he refused to let her go. If anything he held her tighter and although she wanted a clear head so she could understand, so she could see, she also wanted to keep feeling him all around her. She looked into his warm blue eyes again and they were her husband's eyes, looking at her with her husband's love, warming through to her soul. "Jason?"

Then he was kissing her again and Sam's knees gave out underneath her, becoming like jello, and so she clung to him tight, tight, giving in to the sensations that transported her to the cloud she lived on during his kisses, sinking deeper and deeper into him, yearning, wanting, feeling his strong lips moving over hers as he tasted one and then the other, tracing his tongue slowly over the lower, sucking it into his mouth then releasing it to trace it again right before plunging his seeking tongue deep within the caverns of her mouth. This was Jason.

Jason released her lips finally and looked at her again, realizing what she had to be feeling. He knew that he had overwhelmed and shocked her and he knew that he should've been explaining everything so she could understand but he couldn't stop himself from kissing those lips, and once he'd started kissing those lips he never could stop. He laid a brief peck on her again then swung her up into his arms and walked her over to the couch where he sat her down gently, not pulling away from her, not wanting to be an inch away from her ever again. She evidently felt the same way as she clung to his hand as though for dear life.

"Tell me everything…when did you start remembering? Do you know what happened to you? Where were you before last year? How…?" She couldn't stop the questions that poured.

Jason smiled and stroked her cheek tenderly. "I know you have questions, and I'll try to answer every single one, okay?"

She nodded, still looking at him in wonder, unbelieving still that her fortune could be this good. She would need some concrete proof but…his kisses…Jason's kisses had never lied.

He took a deep breath before he began. "I was just watching television a couple days ago and a commercial about Hawaii…it was like a floodgate after that."

"Hawaii…our place." She was crying again.

He nodded and touched her face, "yes, Sam…our very special place." They shared a long, silent look before he started again. "I came here to see you because I had to figure out a way to tell you it was me, and I almost did."

Realization dawned and she smiled and said, "that was when you called me Mighty Mouse."

He leaned his head a little to the side as he studied her beautiful face. "That's who you are, my little Mighty Mouse. But then our baby boy got sick and I couldn't tell you, you were dealing with so much already. I knew I had to wait, but when I brought you home today I knew I couldn't wait another second to hold you, to touch you," he said as he caressed her face with the back of his fingers.

Sam leaned her head and moved her cheek against them as he stroked her face, and his eyes told her everything that her own heart was feeling. This was her soulmate, no doubt about it. He had been here all this time, he'd come home, had been right there with them every day but nobody knew. But deep in her heart she knew that she knew. She'd felt it so many times whenever he was near, that pull, the connection, like he'd been a friend forever. Her heart had known him but her brain had told her that her heart was so very wrong.

"Take your shirt off."

"What?"

"Please, take your shirt off. I want to see."

He was surprised by her request, "Sam…" but she was grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it over his head. "I thought I'd give you time to adjust, but…okay." He helped her to finish taking the t-shirt off and just as he reached for her he realized that she was crying again, openly sobbing into one hand clasped firmly against her mouth. With her free hand, she reached out and touched the scar just underneath his collarbone, then traced a path down to another on his chest. "It really is you! Jason, baby, it's you!" Her sobs grew as she threw herself into his arms, clasping his shoulders tightly. She hugged him so close that not even air could pass between them and as he hugged her back she started to shower his face with kisses, rapid kisses one after the other, covering his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, his beautiful nose, and when she'd covered every surface of his face she started all over again. "Oh, God, Jason, baby, it's really you!"

"It's me, Sam. It's really me…I promise."

She released her death grip on his shoulders to lean back and let her arms drift down his, moving one hand back to the scar near his collarbone, running her fingers over the raised area. "Do you remember how you got this?"

He smiled at her and covered her hand with his. "It was worth getting shot because we found our way back together." He thought he was being cute saying the same thing that he'd said to her after Mexico but it only seemed to make her cry more. He wiped her face yet again, "you're going to get seriously dehydrated if you don't stop," he teased her.

Sam laughed through her tears, looked at the scar she was tracing with her hand, then bent her head and kissed it tenderly, before laying against his chest, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heart. This was Jason's heart, she thought, as she closed her eyes and let the tears dry up. He didn't have Jason's face anymore but the scars, his heartbeat, the feel of his arms wrapped around her, were all the same. This is the man that her heart knew.

Suddenly the front door opened up and Alexis Davis walked in with Molly in tow, stopping short at the doorway, their conversation forgotten when they saw the scene unfolding before them. Sam was sitting on the couch seemingly asleep in the arms of a shirtless Jake Doe, both holding onto each other as if for dear life. To say they were shocked speechless would be an understatement. Startled by their sudden appearance Sam leapt from Jason's arms as they both stood up from the couch, Jason reaching for and donning his shirt, Sam swabbing at her watery eyes. "M-mom, Molly, hi."

Neither could seem to find words but just stood by the open door, motionless, waiting for things to start making sense again.

Sam spoke up, "I know you must have questions but you won't believe what's happening, the wonderful, wonderful thing that's happening!"

Molly was first to recover. "Hello, Jake, it's nice to see you." Always the polite and mature Davis girl.

Jason was uneasy and growing more so by the minute. Not only did he resent the intrusion on his time with Sam, but he wanted to explain everything to her first, in private, before he had to face questions from everyone else. "Hello, Molly. Alexis."

Alexis still couldn't seem to find her voice and Jason found it amusing how she'd had the same reaction to him for years. It was comforting to see some things didn't change.

Molly had moved into the room to stand next to Sam, anxious to hear the wonderful news. "What is your news, Sam? Is it Danny, you got to bring him home today, right?"

Sam grabbed her little sister's hand and squeezed, smiling brightly at her. "Yes, Danny's asleep upstairs and he's just fine, but that's only one piece of the good news that I got today." She looked up at Jason, her smile dazzlingly bright.

Alexis remembered her voice finally, closed the door and came further into the room. "I can't wait…what news is this?" What the hell was Sam doing making out on the couch with Jake Doe? She was involved with Patrick, and wasn't he engaged to marry Elizabeth Webber? Her daughter was never that kind of reckless so what the hell was she doing?

"You better sit down for this. I'm not kidding, you both want to be sitting down when you hear this."