A/N: Hi all.. I'm kinda late with this update. My life has been kinda full of drama, not my own, but whatever... hopefully it will calm soon. In any case this chapter is a little longer than the previous so maybe it'll make up for it just a little bit. Thanks so much for the reviews as always.

palmbeach- Thanks for the review... yeah, I think everyone's pleased about Amelia's demise. And it won't be long now.

forever babe- I'm not much of a fan of Elizabeth either unless she's with Lucky and acting right but that's been rare for years now. I tend to like cliffies... sorry, sort of, lol!

Danica- Thanks.. I wish Jason would've caught on to her on the show years ago but these days he hardly deals with her and since RH is leaving soon I suppose Jason won't ever have to deal with Liz again.

jasonandsam44- Thanks for the review... I think everyone's happy about Amelia. Yeah, Sonny can't stand Spinelli... personally I think it has less to do with the way he talks, though it's pretty obvious he finds it annoying, and more about him being jealous of Jason and Spin's bromance, lol!

chey- It's later than I planned but I hope this chapter makes up for the late update.

Liz- Thanks for the review, glad you're pleased. I don't think it's in Sonny's nature to be nice to Spinelli. Like i say to another reviewer, I think his biggest reason for not liking Spin is he kinda replaced him as Jason's bromance.

robinscorpiofan- Yeah Jerry is a psycho but I can't help but LOVE him reeking havoc, he's my favorite villian.

greengirl82- You're welcome for the shout out... I pretty much give them in all my fics but reviews really are awesome motivators. Glad you appreciate it! Yeah, I really wish Jason would've see her for the manipulative person she is on the show but I suppose it won't mater soon with RH leaving.

Shantoaingeal- Thank you so much! that's very flattering... I'm glad you're enjoying it so much.

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Coming To The Destination You Desire

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists… it is real… it is possible… it's yours." ~Ayn Rand

Sonny sat silently in the plane as he waited on Jason to arrive. He had so many thoughts rushing through his mind and was finding it difficult to keep his composure. It was true he spent most of his time controlling things behind the scenes and relying on Jason to ease whatever friction arose in the various areas of his life; even now running The Zacharra Organization he delegated quite a bit, though he was more hands on these days without his former enforcer to watch his back, but he knew he had to be here for this. Jason would be in a heartbeat if the situation was reversed and he couldn't let his best friend face this alone, on the off chance that Sam wasn't okay. Speaking of, he thought ruefully as his former enforcer stepped inside, giving him an inquiring look.

"Jason," Sonny nodded as he lifted up his glass. "Drink?"

"I'm alright," he replied as he moved further inside. "What are you doing here?"

"Spinelli," he said the boy's name in annoyance, "came to see me; I don't know how the hell I understood anything he was saying but after going around in circlesI got from him that Sam was alive." Sonny sat back at his explanation before taking a sip of his drink. "I'm not letting you do this alone."

"You don't have to do this," Jason said as he sat down.

"Yeah well," Sonny gave a casual shrug, "you'd do the same for me." He paused briefly. "Plus Carly's on a rampage so it's either go with you or have her coming by every minute you're gone to complain about how I'm letting you do this alone."

"She means well," Jason replied before they both fell silent for a few minutes.

"We're going to bring he home Jason," Sonny said encouragingly.

"Thank you," Jason nodded, "I appreciate you being here."

"Mr. Corinthos," the pilot's voice came through the intercom. "We're ready to leave whenever you give the word."

Sonny looked to his long time friend before pushing the button and answering, "Let's get this thing in the air."


Sam watched as the man in front of her wiped his gun off methodically before sliding it back behind his back. She tried flexing her wrists behind her back, slowly working on the bindings but not wanting to alert him to her movements; with Amelia she knows it would have been easier to get away but the man in front of her was a completely different animal.

"That's really going to leave a nasty stain," Jerry looked at the dead body in disgust before pulling up a chair and sitting across from his hostage. "Sweet Sam," he smiled, "the last time I saw you was on that lovely boat that exploded. I am impressed that you survived but then again, that's what I've always admired about you, your tenacity." He smiled ruefully. "It's a trait we have in common: self-preservation is a priority."

"You certainly like to hear yourself talk," she rolled her eyes as another forgotten memory hit her.

"Take me with you," she suddenly enjoys the lax banter now that she knows she'll be getting out of here soon, "please."

"Very tempting," he chuckles in his good natured way before giving a nonchalant shrug. "But, you know, self-preservation is a priority. You see, now I am going to start positioning the charges. You can watch me set up the timer." He begins to walk around the room and Sam's breath hitches in her throat, afraid he'll see her cuffs are loose. "You see, I have to be very precise because once the countdown is initiated, you can't stop it. Any attempt will trigger detonation, in case you are tempted to try."

Sam returns the laugh. "Well maybe I will, because at least I'll be able to take you with me." She offers him a small smile.

Jerry laughs again. "That's funny. You know, it would have been a terrible waste to have gone through all this trouble and die in my own explosion," Jerry pauses briefly. "It all worked out so beautifully. You know, I even had the foresight to leave several thousand dollars and a large shipment of drugs onboard to make it appear as if we were making our getaway."

Sam rolls her eyes. "You really think that people are going to believe that you're dead when there's no body?"

"Well, I'm relying on your lovely corpse to be convincing enough," he says as he walks out with one more charge. "But if you'll excuse me, I have a ship to explode. Thank you. Bye-bye." Jerry offers her one more smile before quickly shutting the door behind him with a thud.

"If you know I'm a survivor than what makes you think I won't be surviving this and you won't be the lovely corpse this time?" her eyes bored into his.

"I see that feisty spirit of yours has remained even without the memory," he let out a small laugh. "I had forgotten how much fun you were."

"Why don't you let me out of these ropes and I'll show you how much more fun I can be," she said haughtily.

"Tempting, very tempting but I think I'm going to keep you tied up here for now," he replied with a smile.

"You're obviously not going to kill me or you would have done it already so what is it you want from me?" she asked.

"Well that's easy Sweet Sam," he answered cockily. "I want what you stole from me or at least what I'm out because of it."

"What you're out," she looked at him inquisitively. "What… money?"

"Yes, money," he paused in his dramatic way. "Ten million dollars sweet Sam and you're going to get it for me."


Lucky stood in the doorway of his children's room as he watched them sleep. He'd started to question Elizabeth about the fax but then Cameron had yelled out because he thought he saw someone outside his window. It had turned about to be a tree branch but the situation had been traumatizing for both boys and Lucky wanted to make sure they were both soundly asleep before resuming his conversation with his ex-wife. Leaving the door open a crack he made his way back downstairs, finding the woman he's loved more years than he could remember sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and clutching a mug of hot cocoa.

"Elizabeth," he spoke softly as he sat down next to her.

"Hey," she returned in the same tone but didn't turn to look at him, her eyes still glued to the warm beverage in her hands. "Are the boys alright?"

"I think they will be," he answered honestly. "It's been a crazy night, hasn't it? A lot of developments…"

"Just ask it," her voice raised slightly but it was still quiet. "Ask all the same questions he did and then yell at me before I have a chance to answer."

"Jason and I are two very different people Elizabeth," he replied. "I'm willing to hear your side of things."

She took a sip of the warm liquid before finally setting it down on the table and turning to look at him. "I received a phone call today. It was strange because I wasn't even supposed to be in that wing of the hospital, the gyno/ob area. It was from a nurse in a hospital in Maine."

"Maine," he repeated.

"Yeah," she nodded. "She said she had an amnesiac patient that had some medical issues with pregnancy and had recently been in some type of explosion so she was sending her information out to hospitals where there had been recent explosions. I told her to fax me the information and I would pass the information around." She shook her head. "When I saw he picture I couldn't believe it."

"Sam," he said her name reverently and he could tell Elizabeth noticed because of her sudden stiff posture. "Go on."

"I didn't want it to be her," she said honestly. "I never wanted her to die Lucky, I swear, but now that she was…" she trailed off. "All I could think about was you and Jason and the boys, how this could change everything for all of you." She felt his probing eyes on her and quickly added, "And I was thinking about myself too, how it would change things between me and you and me and Jason."

"How could you do that Elizabeth?" he asked in disillusionment. "She protected you in the cabin, she protected the boys and it's because of her that Jake is alive."

"She helped someone kidnap Jake Lucky," her voice rose in anger. "She sent thugs to terrorize me and my boys and I wasn't allowed to rate the pros and cons of her coming back here, dragging you and Jason back into her mess."

"Her mess Elizabeth," he shook his head as he stood up. "Jerry kidnapped her because she was helping me work a case! Are you even hearing yourself right now? You sound ridiculous."

"No I sound like a mother Lucky," she yelled as she stood up as well. "But that's what made me decide to tell."

"I don't understand," he replied.

"You would if you'd listen the way you said you would," she pursed her lips in annoyance. "Please Lucky."

"Fine," he gritted out. "Go on."

"Thank you," she couldn't keep the sarcasm out of that phrase. "I thought about how I would feel if it were one of my boys so I told Robin that I needed to leave. I was on my way to see Alexis when Jerry's guy grabbed me Lucky!" she whined as her doe eyes looked up at him for sympathy.

"I understand what you went through was traumatizing but that still doesn't negate the fact that you knew the woman I was in love with was alive ad you didn't tell me," he was careful not to raise his voice because of the boys but the anger in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Tramautizing," Elizabeth repeated. "Yes it was and maybe I should have said something earlier but I didn't kep it from you for months."

"You mean like Jake," he spat, watching her crestfallen face. "I'm sorry, it wasn't fair of me to throw that in your face."

"No it wasn't especially when I was going to tell you," she explained, "but then that guy grabbed me Lucky!" Tears rolled down her cheeks, "I was so scared when he brought me back here," she shook her head. "I don't even know how Cam and Jake ended up here, they were supposed to be with…" she trailed off as fear took over her body, seeing her ex's face blanch as well. "Grams, what if they hurt Grams?"


Jason and Sonny strode through the hospital till they came to the nurse's station. The layout of this hospital was slightly different than GH but they'd navigated through fairly easily.

"Excuse me," Sonny said to the blonde nurse sitting behind the desk.

"Yes," she looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I hope you can Maggie," he read her name off the name tag. "We're looking for Samantha McCall; you may have her under Jane Doe."

She typed in the computer. "Nothing on a Sam McCall but we did have a Jane Doe here."

"Did," Jason spoke. "You mean she's gone? Where?"

"I'm sorry Sir but I can't release that information unless your family and have some proof of that," she explained.

"Look lady I don't have time for this," he slammed his hand on the counter making her jump.

"Don't make me call security," he said shakily as she began to reach for the phone.

"You don't need to do that," Sonny said before offering her a dimpled smile. "And we are family; my friend here has been searching for months for his fiancé. We believed she was dead."

"Oh that's horrible," she said sympathetically. "I'm sorry."

"We just need to know where she is," he smiled at her again and watched her blush.

Jason shook his head at Sonny's antics before letting out a breath to try and calm himself, knowing getting kicked out of here wouldn't help Sam. "We'd be willing to compensate you for any information you could give us," he said as he pulled out a wad of folded bills from his pocket.

"I don't have an address but maybe Dr. Campaña can help," Maggie said as her eyes flittered between the two handsome men in front of her and the wad of cash in the blonde one's hand. "I'll page... actually there he is." She waved towards the Hispanic man approaching. "Dr. Campaña; there's some people here about our Jane Doe."

"Thank you," Jason said before passing her two hundred dollars as the doctor approached. "Dr. Campaña; I'm Jason Morgan and this is Sonny Corinthos. We're looking for Sam McCall."

"McCall," the doctor nodded. "We didn't know her last name. She came in with a necklace that said Samantha but the woman claiming to be her sister said her last name was Monroe; I wasn't inclined to believe her."

"Sister," Sonny said. "Sam only has two sisters and they're only little kids. Why didn't Sam give you her last name?"

"She's suffered some memory loss since she woke up from the coma," he explained.

"The nurse said you released her," Jason crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you have an address? You couldn't just let her leave here with no memory."

"I'm afraid I can't give you that," he shook his head.

Jason grabbed the doctor by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "You're going to give me that address."

"I'm calling security," Maggie rushed to pick up the phone but was stopped by the barrel of a gun pointing straight at her.

"Put it down," Sonny said firmly. "Jason, let him go. Jason!"

The former enforcer eased up but didn't completely let the man go. "Don't make me hurt you."

The doctor was shaken but remained firm. "The last person coming in here claiming to know Sam was that Amelia woman and she attacked…"

"Amelia," Jason let go of him. "Amelia Joffe?"

"She said her last name was Monroe," he answered.

"Her father's last name," Sonny said. "The same last name she gave Sam. You let Sam leave with that woman?" his voice raised.

"No," the shook his head in fear of the look the shorter man was giving him.

"What's going on here?" April stepped outside holding her head.

"April, go back inside your room," Dr. Campaña ordered.

"April Panganiban?" Jason asked as he turned towards her.

"How do you know my last name?" she peered at him curiously.

"It was on the fax you sent General Hospital in Port Charles about Sam," he answered. "I need to know where she is."

"You're him," she said as she stepped closer, peering at his features. "You're Jason?"

"I am," he replied. "Did Sam tell you about me?"

"What she could remember," April answered. "She couldn't remember a lot of stuff but most of what she did remember was you and you're pretty much what she described," she raised a brow, impressed. "It was the first thing she uttered when she came out of the coma, your name."

"Where is she now?" Sonny asked, seeing his friend was filled with emotion though on the outside no one else could tell.

"Your supposed wife attacked me and took her," she spat.

"I thought you said you were engaged to Sam," Maggie said from the nurse's station.

"I was," he said, figuring it was actually the truth; they didn't have to know it was years ago. "I thought Sam was dead and I'm not married."

"I knew that bitch Amelia was lying about that too," April replied. "Sam came to stay with me but when we got there she felt like we were being watched. I went to the back when I heard a noise and that crazy red-head knocked me over the head just as I saw her reflection in the window. When I came to my dog was howling from the basement and Sam was gone."

"Damn it!" Jason cursed. "Do you have a security system; any one of your neighbors?"

"Yeah the people next door to me do," she answered. "Why?"

"You going to have Spinelli track it?" Sonny asked.

Jason nodded just as his cell phone rang. "Morgan."

"Jasey-poo, how lovely it is you picked up on the first ring," Jerry's voice wafted through the line. "I trust you saved that needy nurse and her two bouncing baby boys. I thought it was a clever distraction."

"Jerry," he gritted his teeth. "Where the hell is Sam?"

"I assure you she's safe for now," he replied. "I'm giving you three hours to get me ten million dollars or the diamond Sweet Sam confiscated from the last job she piloted for my old friend Karpov or I'll kill both of them."

He furrowed his brows at the term both. "You touch a hair on her head Jerry and I will kill you slowly and painfully."

"Now, now, is that any way to conduct a nice business transaction," he gave a dark chuckle. "Three hours or you will lose Sweet Sam for good this time," he said before hanging up.

"He wants ten million in three hours," he blew out a breath. "I'll call Bernie and get him on it. Can you call Spinelli and give him her address and the neighbor's, maybe we can track him first as well as where he just called from."

"I hate talking to that kid," Sonny mumbled before dialing.

"Who are you people?" Dr. Campaña asked in wonderment.

"The mob," April answered before shrugging as all eyes turned to her. "What? I used to live in New York and I read the papers."


Sam struggled with her bindings again, feeling the ropes loosing around her sore wrists. She'd had another memory of being handcuffed and attempting to get out them before the vision faded as suddenly as it began. She knew she wasn't the damsel in distress type, she didn't need a full memory to tell her that, but there was a part of her that wished someone would come to her rescue; that some gallant man would kick open the door and save her from the mad man who'd left her alone. Jason. She thought wistfully. She wished he'd be the one to save her and even as she was working on saving herself, a part of her believed he would come to her rescue.

Her eyes drifted to the body lying on the other side of the room, the crimson pool around her thick and growing darker over time. She hated Amelia, in her past and present, but she hadn't wanted her dead. The way her captor had walked in and killed his partner in crime so carelessly worried her, though if she got lose before he came back she was sure she could pick the lock and get out of here. She wasn't sure how she knew that but she did. Finally her left arm was close to being free and she almost let out a yes until the door opened.

"Sweet Sam," Jerry smiled as he closed the door behind him. "I hope you weren't too bored without my presence."

"I don't know how I survived," she quipped. "Where did you go?"

"Now why would I tell you that and spoil the fun," he said before sitting down in his chair.

"I don't have ten million dollars," she paused briefly. "I don't even know my last name so I can't help you."

"That's where you are wrong dear," Jerry replied. "You are already helping me. You're my hostage." He smiled eagerly.

"And someone is going to pay you ten million dollars for me," she scoffed. "Yeah, right."

"It's being worked on as we speak," he said.

Sam wonder if perhaps Jason was actually bargaining for her. "And then you'll let me go?" she queried.

"I'll give him your location as soon as I have a far enough head start," he explained.

"That's not going to work," she shook her head. "No one would be stupid enough to give you the money without seeing the hostage."

"No one would be stupid enough to exchange anything with Jason Morgan and not expect him to shoot you after it was over," Jerry retorted with a shrug. "He'll play it my way or you'll die and there's no way Morgan could live through your death a second time."

"You could just kill me and my baby," she looked at him incredulously. "You can't be that much of monster, to kill an innocent baby."

"If you're thinking about making a plea to my conscious you needn't waste your breath, I haven't had one of those for years." He paused briefly. "Don't worry Sweet Sam; Jasey-poo would do anything for the chance of getting you back. I can't wait till you crazy kids get back together."

"You're insane," Sam watched as he stood up again.

"I've enjoyed this conversation but I must run," he smiled as he moved towards her. "I have a few errands before this exchange. If you se me again, it means Jason didn't care about you as much as I think he does." Grabbing her hair he pulled her head back and placed a lingering kiss on her lips that made her sick to her stomach. "I hope you live Sweet Sam."

"You sicko, I hope he kills you," she yelled as he exited the room before looking down at her stomach. "Don't worry baby girl, your Daddy's coming. I know he's coming for us."


Jason stood in the shadows as he waited for Jerry to arrive. He could hear the waves crashing below the bluffs as he stood a ways away behind a housing structure. Spinelli had been able to pinpoint where Jerry was calling from and now it was just a waiting game as Sonny waited nearby for the young hacker to find Sam and Amelia based on camera footage throughout the city. He watched as the man came into the clearing, the crunch of grainy sand underneath his feet as he scanned his surroundings with gun in hand.

"Morgan," Jerry called out. "Morgan, I know you're there. I can feel that dumb stare on me."

The click of Jason's gun was hard before he stepped out of the shadows. "Where's Sam?"

"I'm sure she'll be happy to hear of your concern," he said tauntingly, "even if she really doesn't remember you. You did hear that our Sweet Sam has become a little forgetful."

"Tell me where she is!" he yelled and it seemed to echo through the darkness around them.

"Why she's stashed in a safe place of course, and if you kill me, you'll never see Sam again." He shrugged in nonchalance as he kept is gun trained on the man. "Did you bring my money?"

Jason tossed the duffle bag on the ground a few feet in front of him. "You'll get it as soon as I get Sam."

"Then I guess we're at a stalemate," he replied. How am I to know you won't shoot me in the back after I hand her over?"

"I guess you're going to have to trust me," he said through clenched teeth. "Neither one of us is leaving her until I get her."

"It's quite a lot of concern to express over a castoff girlfriend but then again Sweet Sam is a delectable prize," Jerry spoke cockily. "I can see why you'd want her back."

Jason stood unmoving as his long time friend and ex-partner moved behind Jerry, the click of his gun behind the menacing man's head making him go rigid. "Drop it Jerry."

"Sonny Corinthos," he said the man's name in an almost sing-song voice. "Why this is a surprise. Last I heard you two were no longer playing in the same sandbox."

"What I'm not doing is playing with you right now," Sonny said angrily. "Drop it Jerry or I'll shoot ya and you know I will."

"Then you'll never find Sweet, scared Sam," he countered.

"Sonny," Jason said in concern.

"Spinelli's already found her," Sonny said. "Now, drop it or…"

Jerry let out a shot at Jason in an attempt to flee but missed as Sonny landed a shot to the back of his knee, causing the man to fall to the ground in pain before Sonny kicked the gun away.

"Go get Sam," Sonny ordered. "I'll take care of this psycho once you have her."

Jason grabbed Jerry's discarded gun just in case before rushing towards the SUV.

"You should have just brought us Sam and taken the money," Sonny shook his head as he stepped back a few feet, gun still trained on him.

"I have something else that may be even more valuable to you than an old lover you cast aside to your understudy so many years ago," he said as he took a deep breath so he could speak through the pain. "The missing puzzle piece to Michael's shooting."


Sam continued to work her wrists out of the bindings, despite the fact they both stung from the broken skin she'd received from trying to free herself. She finally got the left one out completely before subsequently releasing the right, a sigh of relief coming out at finally being halfway free.

She smiled at the encouraging nudge in her belly. "We're almost free baby girl; Momma promises we'll be home soon, where ever that is."

Taking a tentative look at the door she went to work on the bindings at her feet. If she hadn't been pregnant she would've just dropped over in the chair hoping to break the wood but she was not willing to risk any more trauma to her baby than she'd already had to endure. Working her legs, she finally got them loose and untied but just as she was getting ready to stand up; the loud thud of the door being kicked in made her freeze. Placing a protective hand over her stomach she looked to the doorway, finding the man who'd been haunting her dreams standing in the frame, gun drawn.

Jason froze for a moment, almost not believing what he was seeing. "Sam," her name came out like a broken prayer, a smile slowly coming to his face of its own accord as the gun dropped from his hand and fell to the concrete floor.

"Ja-Jason," she stood up slowly, her voice cracking slightly "It's really you?" The tears welled up in her eyes.

"It's really me," he said softly as he moved towards her, stopping as he came to stand in front of her; his ocean blue orbs meeting her warm brown. "You're…" tentatively he reached a shaky hand towards her to cup her face. "You're real."

Sam trembled at his touch, letting out a shuddering breath as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You're alive," it came out breathy and filled with all the crippling emotions he'd felt these last few months without her. "This is real," he said as he wrapped her tightly in his arms.

"I'm real," she cried, smiling through happy tears. "I'm here."

"Oh god, oh baby," he breathed in the familiar scent of her hair. "I'm so glad you're alright," he could no longer hold back his own tears as he pulled back to cup her face between his palms, the pads of his thumbs wiping away the continuously flowing moisture on her cheeks. "Thank you," he looked up towards the sky in silent prayer before gazing back at her face. "Oh Sam…"

"I knew you'd come," she feel into his embrace once again, leaning her head against his solid chest. "I didn't know how I knew but I did. My memory…"

Jason placed a soft kiss in her hair. "I know. I'd always come for you." He pulled her closer. "I love you," he drew he closer to him. "I love you so much and I'm never letting you go again." He placed another kiss in her hair before noticing she didn't fit as close to him as she used to and pulled back to take her in again, his eyes widening as he realized why. "Sam…"

"I knew you'd come for us," she smiled as she took his hand and placed it on her protruding stomach where they both felt an affirming kick.

"Both of you," he said as he remembered Jerry's earlier threat, smiling through his shock before pulling the petite brunette back into his arms, tears of relief and happiness coursing down both their faces. "You're pregnant."