Reunion.

One month. One whole month had passed since she left him alone in bed to quit her job and leave without a word or an explanation. One month since the day she gave into her desire for Jason out of anger for her boss. One month since she quit being a cop and a mobster. One month since she returned to the small cabin off the highway in between Port Charles and New York. One month since Sammie had become nothing but her past. One month since she had voluntarily interacted with someone. One month since she realized she prefered her fake life based on lies to her real one. One month since she left, breaking her own heart.

But now, she stood there, right outside Jason's door. Her whole body shaking like a chihuahua. Her knees weak. Her heart pounding. She hadn't planned on coming back. Ever. But, there she stood. Hand raised, about to knock but not moving. What in the world was she supposed to say. Apologize for leaving him? Start with the truth about who she is? Tell him why she came back in the first place? She wasn't sure. She just knew she needed to be here. Not quite ready to face him, she took her hand down. Sighing, she reached into her purse and pulled out the reason for her visit. The pregnancy test which had bittersweetly turned out positive. She threw it back into her purse, not allowing the news to sink in yet. Because who knew how he'd react? She raised her hand again, actually knocking this time.

She waited a while, without an answer. Figuring he was out, she turned to leave only to hear the door open behind her. She froze. Unable to turn and face him. Unable to keep walking away. She heard his gasp, recognizing her instantly, even from behind. Still, she couldn't move. Couldn't turn. Couldn't walk. She was frozen in place. He stayed silent for a while, patiently waiting for her to turn. When she didn't, he spoke up.

"Sam?" he asked. She closed her eyes, the sound of his voice calming down her tornado of nerves a bit. Slowly, she managed to turn around and face him. His bright, icy, confused yet sweet blue eyes met her frightened brown ones. She released the breath she had subconsciously been holding. He wasn't angry. Or at least, not enough for it to be evident.

"Hi" she said softly, her nerves causing her voice to shake even in that single word.

"Hi" he said back, emotionless. "Come in?" She nodded and wordlessly walked by him, into the penthouse which held so many memories. As if sensing her nerves, he rested his hand lightly on her lower back, guiding her directly to the couch so she could sit down. As soon as she looked comfortable, he resumed conversation. "What brings you here?"

"I... uh... I- I- umm..." she stuttered. Her nerves were getting the best of her. He wasn't sure what to do. He had never seen Sam nervous, nevermind to the point of losing any speech capability.

"Sam, take your time. What brings you here?" he asked again.

He heard her sigh. He was getting worried. A month ago, she had left Port Charles. In fact, he hadn't seen her - except in his dreams - since. He had never expected to see the woman of his dreams again. That was until she mysteriously showed up on his doorstep so nervous she couldn't muster a coherent sentence.

"Jason... I need to tell you something. A lot of things, actually" she said softly, as if embarrassed. He didn't speak, unsure of how to react. He had a feeling he knew one of the things she had to tell him. But a lot? No. "And... And you're probably not gonna like some of them" she continued after his lack of response. "Most of them" she added softly. "They might even make you want to take me to the pine bearings. But you can't. Jason. You have to promise not to. Not just because I want to keep my life. You'll regret it if you do. So Jason, when I tell you what I need to tell you, you can't do anything. You can be mad and kick me out but you can't hurt me or kill me" she rambled on and on, repeating the same thing over and over again. He reached over and ran his fingertips down her right arm.

"I promise I won't do anything, Detective McCall" he said.

She was shocked. How in the world did he know? And, why hadn't he done anything about it. Why hadn't he come after her? Why hadn't he killed her? Her jaw had dropped and she saw a hint of laughter dance in his eyes at her reaction. In her opinion, this wasn't funny.

"You- You know?" she asked after a few minutes of silence, stuttering and still in shocked. She had somehow moved so her back was pressed against the armrest. He nodded. "But- But how?"

"I overheard someone" he answered nonchalantly.

"Who?!" she asked, pressing herself even more against the armrest.

"Ummm... Commissioner Scorpio" he answered.

"Mac?! When?!" she asked. He proceeded to tell the story.

Two weeks after she left, five of Alcazar's men were killed. As usual, when something illegal happened in town, he was brought down to the PCPD, this time by Dante, Sonny;s eldest son. He didn't argue. 'I have nothing to say without my attorney' he had repeated at least five times before they even pulled up at the oh so familiar police station. His hands cuffed behind his back, he let Dante lead him into interrogation 2, following Mac's orders. He didn't bother to argue. His life hadn't been much since Sam left, work and only work. He sat at the table after Dante left. The door had been left open, though. Outside, he could hear Mac talking with two other cops.

"Boss, looks like McCall quitting won't ruin our chances of arresting Morgan after all" said a tall, dark haired one.

"Yeah, boss. She was useless, probably didn't have anything on Morgan anyway. Why did you send such an amateur undercover at the biggest crime organization in town?" asked another, a short but muscular blond man said. "I told you, you should've used me"

"Shhh... Are you guys stupid? Morgan would've recognized you. And, now he probably knows about detective McCall" said Mac, motioning to a wide-eyed Jason in interrogation 2. "I bet, he just heard all of that"

Sam was shocked. Well, not that those two cops that Jason had described, John and Paul, had talked like that when Jason was right there. They were, putting it simply, idiots. She was surprised, however, that Jason had known for two weeks and was here casually telling her the story about how he had found out that she had lied to his face.

"So, that's how I know" he said when she failed to speak. She remained silent, still in shock from his confession.

"Why... Why didn't you..?" she trailed, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

"Go find you? Kill you for lying?" he asked and she nodded, not trusting her words. "I won't lie. It was the first thought that crossed my mind. I was mad. I had trusted you. I cared for you and you had lied to me"

"It wasn't all a lie" she managed to choke out, hating that he thought that.

"I know" he said softly, puzzling her. "That's why I didn't go out and kill you. I've learned, over the years, not to act in the heat of the moment. What I found out had shocked me and upset me, but, after thinking about it for awhile, I realized it couldn't of all been a lie. If it had been, you would've given Mac what he wanted, but you didn't" he explained. "I just didn't understand one thing. If it wasn't all an act, why'd you leave?"

She sighed. She had known that was coming, knew she had to explain herself for her sudden disappearance. She just wasn't sure she was ready.

"Sam?" he asked. "Wait, is that really your name?" the thought hadn't dawned on his until then. For him, she would always be Sam, but she might not be Sam at all. For all he knew, he real name could be Gladys or Mildred.

"Yeah, it's not Sammie though. Samantha. Samantha McCall" she answered and relief rushed through him. She certainly didn't seem like a Gladys or a Mildred. "I knew I'd slip up if I made up a totally out there fake name, so I came up with that" He nodded.

"Okay, Sam, why did you leave?" he asked again. Once again, she sighed.

"I couldn't face you after what I did. I couldn't tell you I was a liar who had gained your trust just to get you in prison. Especially not after..." she hesitated. "Waking up, in bed, with you. I couldn't bare to see the look on your face when I told you. I couldn't even handle the look of hatred my imagination created" she answered truthfully.

"Why?" he asked again.

"Because... because I cared about you. I couldn't have you hate me" she said, looking down at her lap.

"I couldn't have hated you" he said seriously.

"Why?" she asked this time.

"Because... Because I love you" he answered, reaching over to take one of her hands in his. She looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in shock.

"I- I..." she couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry" he said, obviously thinking she was upset and didn't return his feelings.

"Don't be. I love you too" she said. Then, she raised their linked hands and kissed the back of his softly. "That's why I couldn't have you hate me"

"Sam, if you were so scared to tell me, why'd you come to tell me today?" he asked softly, almost hesitantly.

"Because... 'Cause I had to. Because there's something else you need to know" she said, her eyes drifting subconsciously to her purse. His gaze followed hers, puzzled.

"Okay" he said, looking back at her. She looked almost... ashamed.

"Remember that afternoon, a month ago?" she asked, knowing he knew what she meant.

"I'll never forget it" he said honestly. She looked up and her gaze met his, brown eyes meeting blue.

"Well, we, uh... made a baby. I'm pregnant" she said softly, staring directly into his blue eyes, widened, showing his surprise.

"Pregnant?"