I want to take a second to shout out everyone reading my story. I hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Sam was created as a multi-faceted, fierce, kickass individual and it saddens me to see how much they've watered her down to suit pairings with doctors and to set up useless plot points, but she will forever be my girl. She loves her Jason and he loves her right back and they're my favorite Soap couple of all time…and now their love has blossomed into two perfect little ones to make them a foursome. Kudos to GH for creating Sam and Jason and giving them the best love story ever told.

Thank you for reading and reviewing, you make me laugh and I love to laugh. Thank you also to the reviewer who gave the nurse my favorite new nickname, "Nurse Nutcase." LOL - I fucking love it! I've seen a couple reviews from fans of the "other" pairing that I choose to ignore because I don't know why they're even paying attention to my story in the first place. This story is clearly labeled so NOT for them. Why they even bother is beyond me, but thank you to the reviewer who answered one of them - that was hilarious! Anyway, let's get on to the Sam Morgan that we love and that they love to hate. Elizabeth is going down! JaSam all the way baby, all day everyday!

Chapter 10

Jason wanted to see his family. He'd seen Danny every day and spent time getting to know his growing son, but his wife had been making herself very scarce whenever he came around. He reached for his phone and called the penthouse and when there was no answer, he decided to stop by McCall and Jackal to catch Sam without warning. She would just avoid him if he called first so he decided to risk a driveby.

Her SUV wasn't parked out front so Jason knew she wasn't there either. So much for driveby. Taking a deep breath, Jason considered that he needed to call in reinforcements. He was going to need help and as much of a headache as he knew she was going to be, he had to be man enough to tag her in. Pulling the cell from his pocket he dialed apprehensively, telling himself this was just something else he had to do to get to Sam.

She picked up almost instantly. "Jason Morgan, calling my number? Well, this is something that hasn't happened in ages."

Already he had a headache. "Hello, Maxi." He toyed with asking how she was but decided against it when he remembered that she would actually tell him. He cleared his throat loudly and dove right in. "Ahem. I, huh, need your help."

"Mmm…this sounds familiar…we've been here a time or two haven't we Jason? What do you need my help with - oh, wait, let me guess, you need to impress the Goddess Samantha!"

In that moment Jason wished that not all of his memories were returning as he could do without a few surrounding conversations with Maxie Jones. She was a very good person and Sam loved her like a sister, but the woman talked a mile a minute and had always made it her duty to scold Jason about something or other regarding Sam or Spinelli. He was always not doing something enough, or he was doing something too much, not paying enough attention to Sam, overworking Spinelli…he had never known anyone who talked as much and said as little as Maxie, but she was Sam's best friend and she had come through for them quite a bit in the past.

"Yes, Maxie, I need some help with Sam." He was almost shame-faced to admit it, but Sam often left him off his game, and he didn't have much of it to begin with. She was never the type to be wooed with flowers and candy or the pretty poetry that Molly used to give him to read to her. His Sam had never been like other pink and lace girls, especially when she was mad. No, the way to Sam's heart was to leave her free to be her individual badass self, show her the respect of knowing she didn't need to be coddled and taken care of, but show her you had her back if she needed it, and she would begin to melt without even realizing that it was happening. He would do all of that, but it was not to say he wasn't about to back it up with some visual aides that she deserved…he was going to do it all.

"Okay, what did you do? Forget her birthday? No, that's not here yet. Your anniversary? No, you divorced the love of your life and married the town mattress. Oh, I know, I know - you said something stupid, something you shouldn't have said at all or you didn't say something you were supposed to say and it took you till the ninth of forever to realize it and now Sam's not talking to you and you need to break out the big guns because you're a big selfish log and Sam is the only woman in the world who gets you and you finally realize that you're being stupid and you want to do something about it before you end up miserable and alone for the rest of your life or worse, have to go running back to the tramp on wheels - oh, my God, Jason, yes, I'll help you. Sam would never forgive me if I didn't save you from the tarantula!"

Jason squeezed his eye shut from the sudden splitting headache and counted to ten while Maxie rambled, reminding himself earnestly why he was doing this. "Thank you, Maxie. Now, here's what I need."

Sam had just hung up with Spinelli, putting the final touches on their plan for the dark prince and fallen angel, when a shadow suddenly fell over her table outside of Kelly's. She looked up to see none other than Elizabeth Webber, glaring down at her, her nose turned up in the air as though she was looking at something foul. Pity the bitch's face couldn't freeze like that. Sam shuddered dramatically and said, "oooh, got icy all of a sudden, as if the walking dead just showed up" then addressing the nurse, "you mind getting lost - you're blocking my sun!"

"Are you happy now? You've finally succeeded in taking Jakey's daddy away from him, I hope you're happy with yourself. Didn't take you long to bed my husband again, did it, Sam?"

Sam leant all the way back in her chair to study the crazy bitch talking at her, gripping the arms tightly, not trusting herself to not leap at the throat uttering the nasty words. She just listened as the nurse kept spewing.

"Jason and I were finally happy, it was our time to be together and raise our son, but you couldn't stand that could you Sam? You had to interfere and break up our happy home, you homewrecker!"

Sam couldn't help it, she had to answer that one. "Happy home? Which home were you living in, because Jason couldn't wait to run screaming away from it and from you? Did you forget to take your medication today again, Nurse Nutcase?"

"What makes you so much better than me, Sam? What makes anything I've done to protect the man I love and our family's happiness, any worse than any of the million rotten things you've done in your miserable life?"

Sam stood up to face her, the calm and cool she was feeling from earlier fast disappearing again. "Stop talking about love like you even know the meaning of the word. You don't love, Elizabeth, you possess, you control and manipulate. Jason didn't leave you because of me or anybody else but you. He left because he found out you only pretend to be a decent person, you have no idea how to actually be one. I may have done things in my past that I wish I could take back, but I learned from them and grew the fuck up, why don't you try it sometime?"

"You purposely set out to destroy my marriage! We were happy and in love until you started picking at him about remembering you, remembering his past…what was so good about his past, huh? I'm good for Jason. With me he could be a better man and you can't stand it."

Sam narrowed her eyes and pointed at the nurse as she emphasized her next point. "See, right there, right there is what was wrong with you and Jason from the start. What's wrong with the man that he was to begin with, the man that he is right now? Jason is kind, and gentle, and forgiving, he's strong and protective, and nurturing. He's selfless and caring and he's a wonderful father. Why was that never enough for you? Why was he never enough for you?"

"Jason is all of those things and he has the potential to be so much more, and I bring that out in him, but you just cannot leave us alone. Why did you ever have to darken Port Charles with your presence? Everybody would be much better off without you around."

Sam moved around the table to get to her. "Is that a threat? Are you threatening me?"

The nurse knew better than that. She wanted to stand her ground but found that her feet had taken a couple involuntary steps backward. "I just want you to leave us alone. Why can't you do that?"

Sam opened her arms in gesture. "First of all, if I chose to kick your ass on sight everyday you would deserve it for what you did to my son, but I've moved on from your sorry life and am quite contented with my own. That's something else you should try - spend some time with yourself and see just how less loony and needy you'll be. Second, if you're not happily married to the man that you sold your soul to steal it hasn't a damn thing to do with me. You are way too insignificant for me to waste time on Elizabeth, and I'm done arguing with you over Jason. If you're having trouble holding onto what you stole after going through all the trouble, then you're just not woman enough - that's not on me."

Sam could stand there and stab the woman with jabs all night, but she had more important daggers to throw. "What I'm interested in knowing is have you thought about who will take care of your boys when you get carted off to prison for accessory to attempted murder?"

Sam watched keenly as her face went from confusion at the question to understanding of the proclamation. If there was a shade paler than white, Elizabeth would've turned it, and in that instant Sam had the answer to her question. She was as guilty as sin and she had better start worrying.

"What? That's absurd - what the hell are you talking about?"

Sam smiled coyly at her, packing up her laptop and getting ready to bounce. "Oh, Saint Elizabeth, tut-tut-tut-tut-tut. When you cover up a crime, that makes you an accessory to said crime…surely an upstanding, pure, law abiding citizen such as yourself knows this?" Her doe eyes got so big and panicked that Sam had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she went to walk past her. "Oh, what webs we weave, when others we try to deceive, tut-tut-tut-tut-tut."

She did laugh that time - the stupid look on her face was too precious not to. Step one, the mouse has been fed the bait…step two, get ready to spring the trap.