Revenge
Sam did as she was told and left Port Charles that night. The next three months went by quickly and before she knew it Elizabeth was decorating another nursery. Jason had tried and failed to convince her to work only twice a week. All-in-all things were going great for them, they agreed on a date for their wedding: October 14. The date was three months after the baby was supposed to be born. They had also found out from Dr. Lee that they were having a girl and started bouncing around baby names. They settled on Emily Anne Morgan.
They were happy in every sense of the word. Jason had diversified his interest in the business to include real estate holdings which were both more lucrative and more legitimate than the coffee. He offered Elizabeth businesses, restaurants, hotels, anything that she could possibly want as a project and to get her to stop working at the Hospital. In the end she agreed to a medium sized studio and art store, which she was redecorating along with the nursery and promised to stop working at the hospital in her seventh month. With all the excitement it was no surprise that her morning sickness had not ended and merely lessened to the point that she only found herself huddled in the bathroom once a day.
She was puking her guts out in the bathroom at GH when she heard someone come in. She and Jamie had struck up a compromise, he didn't come into the bathroom after her anymore and she didn't have a fit when he called Jason. She relaxed expecting to feel Jason's arms around her. But it was all wrong, the hand creeped up and covered her mouth and nose with a cloth. She spent her last few seconds of consciousness trying to scream out, fighting uselessly against the grip, and then that all too familiar darkness descended on her.
Jason arrived at the hospital within a few minutes of the call from Jamie. The staff of GH was used to seeing him around, he popped up every time Elizabeth flung herself into the bathroom and this time was no different. He gave Epiphany an embarrassed and knowing smile as he dashed past her and nodded to Jamie when he passed him outside of the bathroom. When he reached the bathroom and noticed she wasn't in her normal position huddled over the toiled he searched the room, tore it apart when there was no sign of her. Soon he was racing out of the bathroom, dialing numbers quickly on his cell phone.
"Elizabeth," he said feebly to her answering machine. "Elizabeth…" he began but he didn't have anything to say. He knew that she understood the rules, she wouldn't have gone anywhere without telling someone and taking Jamie. She even liked Jamie, and no matter what she always answered the phone when he called. No, he thought to himself. If Elizabeth is gone, she's gone. With that realization his world came crashing in, cold, and furious. He felt numb inside, but went into action anyway. Jamie looked into the bathroom his eyes wide with fear and chased after Jason when he realized what was happening.
"Spinelli, I need to see everything that's happened in and around GH over the last 48 hours," Jason said into his phone as he climbed into the SUV.
"Yes, Stone Cold. The jackal will be right on it," Spinelli answered.
"And Spinelli, I need it fast, Elizabeth has been taken," he said hanging up the phone, regaining his composure. He quickly dialed Max, giving him orders to pick up the Corinthos and Morgan boys and take them to the airport. Then he dialed Sonny.
"I've sent Max to pick up the kids, you need to take Carly and go to the island, Elizabeth has been kidnapped." There was a long dead pause in the conversation as if neither had prepared for this moment. Being faced with the real thing was so much harder than the conversations they had had about the strategies they hoped they would never need.
"Ok," Sonny said. "But, after I get them settled I'm coming back." Jason was saving all his energy to find Elizabeth, he just didn't have it to fight Sonny on this trivial matter.
"Fine," Jason said closing his phone. He raced back to the penthouse and when he got there Spinelli had four screens replaying images from the days at the hospital.
"Ah, Stone Cold. I talked to the Maternal One's gloomy guard and he informed me that the last place she had been seen were the lavatories so I focused my search in and around said location. While nothing happens in the hallway, these are from the outside of the building," he said pointing at one screen that was playing at a slower speed. Jason studied the screen, the kidnapper had made a bridge from the window and was carrying something, Jason assumed was Elizabeth, across into the other building, minutes later the picture became distorted by wind and debris before clearing.
"Was that a…" Jason asked trailing off.
"It would appear that our mastermind escaped on a helicopter, yes." Spinelli said. Jason began pacing the room, it had been over an hour since Elizabeth was taken they were losing time and the kidnapper was using cheap Hollywood techniques.
"This isn't one of the families, this was dumb and stylized and reckless. They could've lost her and the families don't work like that they'd want the bargaining chip, this was personal. This was…"
"Samantha," Spinelli answered.
When Elizabeth woke up she found herself in complete darkness. There was no way to tell where she was or how long she'd been there. She tried to keep herself calm, knowing that she could lose the baby at any moment. She searched her surroundings for any flicker of hope for escape or an idea of where she was to settle her wandering, fearful thoughts. When she tried to move she realized she was handcuffed to what seemed to be a pipe, or pole. She could hear voices from outside the room and within seconds she was covered in blinding light which soon faded back into the darkness. She could feel someone else moving around in the room. The person reached up for a light.
"See, less powerful," the woman sneered.
"Sam," Elizabeth said disgusted.
"You were so haughty that night, prancing around showing off your pregnancy and the man you'd stolen from me. Even Lucky, who I thought hated you as much as I did, skipped town without me, because he was in still in love with you," she said moving to grab Elizabeth's face. Elizabeth recoiled from her touch. Sam walked away from her and picked up the gun sitting in the chair. "You know, I could kill you now and roll your body off a cliff," Sam said. "But what would that serve? No, from the moment I found out you were carrying Jason's little girl, the child that should've been mine…" she began, trailing off. "You see, I'll frame Lucky for the kidnapping, and in three months I'll drag your dead body back to Port Charles and be hailed a hero, for saving your little girl, my little girl. Jason and I will get back together, we'll ship your bastard off to boarding school somewhere far far out of my sight and I'll raise Jake and my little girl," she said smiling. Elizabeth had never felt quite so sick.
"You're crazy." She said. "That's your grand plan Sam? Don't you see you'll never get away with this, Jason will find me and he will kill you. God, stealing my child, it's not even original. If you let me go, right now and run, you might make it"
"Stupid bitch," Sam spat slapping Liz across the cheek with the butt of the gun. Elizabeth's hand flew up from the pain and was covered in blood from the split across her cheek. "You are in no position to make
threats. I would be careful if I were you Elizabeth," she said punctuating every word. When Elizabeth's hand went up Sam noticed the engagement ring and ripped it off her hand. "This should be mine," she said putting the band on her finger. Elizabeth tried to hold on to it and tried to hold on to the tears that threatened to spill when it left her, but it was a loosing battle on both fronts. Sam left the room laughing.
Elizabeth placed her hand over her stomach. She felt helpless but she had no doubt that Jason would find her, she just had to hold on. He's coming she said to herself and her unborn child we just have to be here for him to find, both of us. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes trying to calm her emotions and reserve her energy. There was no telling what was in store with Sam at the helm.
Back in Port Charles Sonny had taken Carly and all the kids to the island and made it back. Jason was assembling a team to head to the island house Sam had been building with the money from the Haunted Star.
"Spinelli, I need you to stay here and keep looking for anything. If they're not there, I need to know where to go next," he said as he Max, Milo, and Jamie began to leave.
"Sonny, you need to stay too, keep an eye on the kid, this is my fight," he said as the older man began to follow. Sonny nodded knowing that this was Jason's way of saying he would just get in the way, he was past his prime.
The group left and was on the deserted island in an hour. They were careful not to make a sound as they entered the compound, but it was desolate. No one had touched this place; it was completely empty, barren.
"Spinelli, there's nothing here," Jason said angrily into the phone, they were wasting time, time that Elizabeth and their daughter didn't have.
"I'm sorry Stone Cold, it seemed like the most probable location for her dastardly deeds," the techie said sadly.
"Do you have anything else?"
"Not on the Sinister Samantha, but it seems Lucky Spencer's account is being tapped from two locations. Lucky, as you know, is in Louisiana but there have been withdrawals from a location in Boulder, Colorado."
"Have you pulled up any surveillance?" Jason asked signaling the group back to their vehicles.
"Yes and traffic cameras show us the route directly to Sam's compound."
"I need an address Spinelli," Jason said as he raced back to the plane. By the time the reached Boulder Elizabeth would have been gone for twelve hours, Jason felt like he was racing after the impossible and feared that when he finally reached his destination all he would find was her body.
"I've sent maps to everyone's phone. I've also frozen the account and all linked ones."
"Good Spinelli," Jason said. "Thanks," he added hanging up the phone.
When Sam re-entered the room hours later Elizabeth was sitting peacefully in the corner, humming to herself. She refused to sleep, but had calmed herself. Sam rolled her eyes disdainfully as she walked over and kneeled down beside the woman.
"You know," Sam said pulling a knife out of her pocket. "I haven't decided if I'm going to feed you, or keep you alive much longer," she said placing the knife across her cheek. Elizabeth winced as it made contact with the cut from earlier. "There is part of me which would enjoy watching you starve to death, losing your baby, and then yourself." Elizabeth had learned her lesson and refused to rise to the bait or antagonize Sam. "Nothing to say?" Sam pushed. Elizabeth turned to look at her and slowly shook her head. "Good," Sam said beginning to walk away. Then Elizabeth whispered.
"I'm sorry," she said, barely audible.
"What was that?" Sam said spinning around.
"I'm sorry that you are in so much pain," Elizabeth repeated. "I'm sorry that my happiness meant that other's lives had to be torn apart." It was as if something snapped in Sam, she raced towards Elizabeth breathing heavily and held the knife to her throat. Inching it close and closer almost piercing her skin. Elizabeth was caught off guard by the sudden attack, her heart raced and her tears stained and stung her cheek. It took all of her strength not to lose consciousness as her body began to tremble. She had to stay wake, if she lost consciousness she lost control. Sam glared at her, and for a moment, Elizabeth was sure that all of her effort to save her child would be lost, that she would be killed right then. Then Sam dropped the knife.
"Don't pity me," she said eerily calm after her outburst. "I'm sorry for you Elizabeth, I am sorry that you have so mistakenly believed that Jason loves you, and I am sorry that you will have to die for it." Sam walked away mumbling to herself, enraged. Elizabeth's body was suddenly wracked with pain, what she had thought was only a dull pain from her position had turned into a sharp ache in her abdomen. She placed her hand over her stomach as she trembled. She was afraid to know what was happening, but the nurse inside her took over as she slid her hand into her pants and felt the sticky wetness that she knew was her own blood. Elizabeth's tears flowed of their own volition now, her sorrow, her pain, none of it was important and her brain began to whirl independent of the emotion. She knew that every moment she spent there she was losing the life she carried inside of her, the little girl Jason would've doted on, the daughter she planned to name after her best friend who had been taken from the world too soon, the little sister Cameron was so excited to meet. She would've broken her own wrist to escape the shackles if she didn't think that it would cause even more stress to the little girl who clung so hopelessly to what little life she had left. Elizabeth was so frantically concerned with the pain and her ensuing miscarriage that she couldn't hear the commotion just outside the doors.