This isn't a new chapter! I had to repost after it was pointed out that I made a serious mistake. Sorry for the confusion but I was really tired when I wrote and poted this originally. But don't worry, I fixed the problem.

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"Spinelli!" Jason raced into the ER.

"Stone Cold," the young man had a dazed expression on his face, "You have once again come to the aid of-"

"Focus Spinelli," Jason demanded, "What happened?" Spinelli shook his head and swallowed harshly.

"Fair Samantha's sibling had gone to her car to retrieve several items. The Jackal was listening as Maximista and Dr. Robin discussed plans for the pending nuptials and then was thrown to the ground by a fierce explosion. When the Jackal finally came to his senses, chaos had erupted. The young ones were on the ground; they looked so lifeless…" Spinelli trailed off. Jason sighed but tried his best not to get angry; Spinelli was still dazed and in shock from the explosion.

"Are they okay, Spinelli?" Jason tried again slowly.

"The Goddess-In-Training is being examined now and the youngest Davis Daughter was rushed to surgery; they fear she may have internal bleeding."

"What about Sam? Is she alright, Spinelli?" Jason was quickly loosing his patience.

"I'm fine Jason," she said from behind him. He turned and rushed to her.

"I was so worried," he hugged her to him. She stayed limply in his arms for a moment. "How are your sisters?"

"Mom is with Kristina right now and Molly is in surgery still." Jason didn't say anything, he just held her tighter. Jason maneuvered Sam into the chairs of the surgical waiting room.

"Where's Alex?"

"He's being examined by Matt." Jason nodded, not knowing what else to say. What do you say to someone whose entire family was in the hospital at the same time?

"With all due respect, sir, you should be admitted." Alex sighed in frustration.

"Look Dr…"

"Hunter." Matt supplied.

"Dr. Hunter, I have things that I need to do. So you need to patch me up and let me go."

"Mr. Orsino, I don't think you understand. You were in an explosion, you lost consciousness and you have a pretty bad dislocation of your left shoulder."

"Look champ," Alex stood in front of his doctor, "You're going to pop my shoulder back in, give me a couple of aspirin and then you're going to send me on my merry way."

"Let me at least give you some morphine for the procedure."

"No narcotics." Alex was emphatic. Narcotics dulled reflexes and made rational thought more difficult.

"Sir, I don't think you understand how much this-"

"This isn't my first rodeo, champ." It wasn't the first time he'd dislocated something nor was it the worst injury he'd ever sustained. Throughout his career, Alex had been in many dangerous situations, some of which had pretty violent outcomes. He had long since learned that pain was a state of mind.

"Alright," he called the nurse in to help him, "Ready? One… Two…" There was a sick popping sound; every muscle in Alex's body tensed and he took several long, hard breaths to calm himself. "I'll get you some aspirin and a prescription for an anti-inflammatory." Dr. Hunter nodded to a man in the doorway on his way out.

"Major Orsino?" The man asked.

"Yeah?" Alex didn't even bother to look up.

"I'm Detective Rodriguez from the PCPD. I have a few questions about the incident this afternoon."

"Incident," Alex scoffed, "That's a pleasant way of putting it. Ask whatever you need to ask, detective." Alex gestured his hand dismissively.

"I just need to get your account, sir." Alex shrugged his uninjured shoulder and took a steadying breath.

"Molly, Kristina and I were headed to Sam's car to get some stuff out. I was maybe a foot ahead of them and Molly hit the 'unlock' button on the clicker. I threw myself at them and yelled for everyone to get down." Cruz nodded as he wrote the story down in his note pad.

"If you don't mind me asking sir, how did you know there was a bomb?"

"I've been around enough explosions to recognize the sound." He had a slightly faraway look in his eyes. Cruz nodded his head.

"I've got what I need for now, but I'll need you to come down to the station soon to file a formal statement. Thank-you for your time, sir." Cruz left as quietly as he had come in. Almost immediately after Rodriguez had left, Matt returned.

"Alright, I've got everything," he held up the supplies, "I need you to sign these," he handed Alex a clipboard with paperwork on it. "Take the aspirin as needed for pain and if the swelling doesn't go down in a day or two, come back to see me." Matt finished adjusting the sling on Alex's left shoulder.

"You got it, doc." He hopped of the exam table and flew out of the room in search of his sister. When he made it to the surgical waiting room, he found Sam sleeping in Jason's arms and Spinelli holding Maxie's hand in the corner of the room. Patrick and Robin, he assumed, were involved in the girl's cases and Alexis was most likely in with Kristina. He was about to approach Sam when he saw Mac in the hallway to his left.

"How are they?" Mac turned to talk to Alex.

"Kristina has a few second-degree burns; the doctors say there shouldn't be any scarring. And Molly just got out of surgery; no internal bleeding but they had to remove her spleen." Alex looked down guiltily; in his rush to try and save them, he hadn't really thought about the amount of force he used to get them to the ground.

"I didn't mean to throw her that hard,"

"Hey, if you hadn't gotten them on the ground when you did, they could have gotten hit with shrapnel or God knows what else. You saved their lives, Alex."

"They're still in the hospital." Alex took a long, deep breath, "I need to go take care of a few things, get a change of clothes," he gestured to the green scrubs he was wearing; his clothes had been singed during the explosion, "I know you're already keeping an eye on Alexis and the girls, but if you could keep an eye on Sam too. I know she has Jason here but," he trailed off. Mac nodded.

"Knowing that Jason Morgan was looking after my sister wouldn't exactly be comforting to me either. Go take care of whatever you need to take care of and I'll be here to keep an eye on everyone." Alex nodded and headed back towards the elevators. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"I'm done playing the 'watch and wait game'. Find him, now." He put his phone back in his pocket and began to pull the sling off of his arm as the elevator doors closed.

Jason ran his hand gently through Sam's hair again; she had been asleep for nearly two hours. The stress and the events of the day had left her emotionally and physically exhausted. After finding out the status of her sisters, Kristina was resting in her room and Molly was in surgical recovery, she had fallen asleep in Jason's arms. He watched as she slept restlessly, tossing and fidgeting every so often on the plastic bench. Normally, Sam was a sound sleeper; although she was always ready to wake at the first sign of trouble. But he knew that images from today would plague her dreams for a while to come. The ringing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. He gently pulled himself from Sam's grasp and moved away to take the call.

"Morgan," he answered.

"Our source in the PCPD just got me the report on the bomb in Sam's car," Cody's voice began without preamble. The man had proven himself to be very loyal in the past so when Jason took over the business from Sonny, he had tasked Cody to be his enforcer. He wasn't quite as menacing as Jason could be, but he took orders well and always got the job done.

"Do they have any leads?"

"They matched the blasting caps and the chemical make-up to another bombing in Port Charles. The MetroCourt bombing back in '06." Jason's blood ran cold, "Boss?"

"Get Bernie and Spinelli to the office, now." He hung up the phone. The same type of bomb that was used to blow up the hotel had been placed in Sam's car. The use of the same bomb meant that the same person was responsible: Jerry Jacks.

"What's going on?" Sam put her arms around his waist from behind.

"I have to go." His tone was devoid of emotion, setting off warning bells in her head.

"What's wrong, Jason?" She moved around him so that she was staring him in the face. He pulled himself out her grasp lightly.

"It's business; I have to go take care of it." He could barely keep the self-loathing out of his voice.

"That's bullshit, Jason." She cupped his face with her hands and pulled it near hers, "What happened?"

"It's my fault," his voice was barely a whisper and his eyes refused to meet hers.

"What is your fault?"

"I couldn't find him, stop him, and now it's too late; he's caused so much damage," he shook his head in frustration, "Jerry did this to get to me. He blew up your car and put your sisters in the hospital because of me." Tears started welling Sam's eyes.

"You don't know that, Jason." The thought had crossed her mind but she didn't want to seriously consider it. He pulled away from her hands.

"They matched the bombs; it was the same style that he used in the MetroCourt." Sam couldn't breathe. Her sisters were lying in hospital beds because of her connection to Jason. It was bad enough that Jason's enemies tried to hurt him through her, but the fact that her little sisters ended up being collateral damage had made things so much worse.

"What are we going to do?" Jason looked up at her and shook his head.

"You need to focus on the girls, Sam. I need to fix this myself."

"Don't Jason. Don't shut me out." She moved closer to him and cupped his face with her hands again, "We can handle this together." He pulled away from her again.

"You're sisters are in the hospital; your cousin was shot and your mother could have been killed, all because you're with me."

"It's my choice to make, Jason." She could tell he wasn't really listening to her, "I can't keep doing this. I can't keep fighting for my place in your life." She stared intently at him; his shoulders were sagged and his eyes still refused to meet hers.

"I have to take care of this, Sam." He turned and headed for the elevators. Sam tried her best to compose herself, trying to stop the tears and regulate her erratic breathing. After several long minutes, she turned to find Alexis standing a few feet away. Her mother's eyes were red and full emotions.

"How are the girls?" was the first coherent question that Sam was able to form. Alexis simply gave her a vacant expression in response. "Mom?" Alexis' silence was increasing her daughter's fear. "Did something happen?"

"They're in the hospital," Alexis replied absently, "My babies are in the hospital. They were nearly killed in an explosion that was meant for someone else." Her mother's breathing began to quicken.

"Mom," Sam realized that Alexis must have heard at least the end of her conversation with Jason. She now knew exactly who planted the bomb and why.

"You're an adult, Sam; I have no say over your life. If you insist on putting yourself in danger, that's your prerogative."

"What are you saying?" Sam's voice was void of any emotion.

"It's the only way," Alexis kept saying to herself, "You constantly put yourself in danger, Sam, and I can't allow my girls to be in that situation anymore." Sam took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Are you asking me to stay away from Molly and Kristina?" Her heart clenched.

"I need them to be safe. It's what's best for everyone." Alexis stated. Sam's while body went numb.

"Okay," came her strangled response. Alexis nodded briskly to herself and then returned to Kristina and Molly's room. Sam stood in the waiting room for what seemed like forever before Alex returned.

"Sam?" His voice was full of concern. He was at her side instantly; maneuvering her into the first empty exam room he found. "What happened?" When he left, the girls were doing fine. She continued to stare at a fixed spot on the floor. "Sam," he lifted her chin with his finger so that their eyes were meeting, "What's going on?" She seemed to finally register his presence.

"Alex?" she asked timidly; he nodded.

"I'm here, kiddo." She immediately flung herself into his embrace, great sobs wracking her small frame. He gently pulled them both to the ground and let her cry, stroking her back comfortingly the entire time. When Sam was finally done crying a while later, she sat up and faced her brother. She took a steadying breath.

"I need to find Jerry Jacks," she stated. Knowing that Sam wasn't going to discuss the events that prompted her crying jag, Alex allowed the change of subject.

"That's not necessary."

"The hell it isn't, Alex. He tried to kill me!" He sighed.

"I assure you, Sam. It isn't necessary." The look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Alex was beyond furious because of the bombing and he wasn't the type of person to stand back and let someone hurt his family.

"Alex," she shook her head, "When his body shows up, I'm-"

"I'm more than a little wounded, Sam," he cut her off, "Do you really think that I would be that careless. I didn't hide the body in a pine bearing or throw it in the ocean," he looked her in the eyes, "No one will ever find his body." Sam got up and started pacing; she stopped and gave her brother a long look.

"If you already took care of Jerry, why are you still so worried?" The concern in his eyes was unmistakable. "You don't think the treat is gone." Sam realized.

"Do you?" Alex got up to face her.

"Jerry was going after Jason and Sonny because of Carly and Jax. He wanted revenge for his little brother." Alex tilted his head at her.

"If you really believe that, then I seriously miscalculated your prowess as an investigator," Sam gave him a questioning glance, "Be objective; run through the incidents."

"Jerry missed Jason and shot Nikolas-"

"I said 'be objective'. Don't use his ideas. In its simplest form, what happened?" Sam thought for a moment.

"Nikolas was shot," she looked to Alex for confirmation; she continued when he nodded, "Alexis and Sonny were shot at and then my sisters got caught in an explosion."

"What do the majority of those people have in common?" He was trying to lead her in the right direction. Her eyes lit up as she realized the answer.

"Me. They all have me in common." He tilted his head slightly.

"Well yeah, they do have you in common, but what do you have in common with them?"

"We're all related." She smacked her forehead in frustration. Why didn't I see this before? Nikolas had been the intended target in the shooting, as was Alexis; and the bomb had been placed in her car was meant for her entire family. "But no one's been killed," something was off, "And why would Jerry go after my family?"

"I was curious about that too, so I asked him. Apparently, he was being blackmailed," Sam nodded in realization.

"Jacks. They threatened his brother." Jerry Jacks may have been many morally repugnant things, but he was definitely a loving, protective older brother. Jerry had proven countless times that he would do anything for his baby brother.

"Not a bad strategy. Even wretches like Jerry Jacks have family to lose."Alex turned to face Sam, "And as for the other part, think kiddo." Sam started pacing, wracking her brains for clues. She stopped suddenly.

"Helena," Sam whispered. Alex applauded lightly, "Someone's going after the Cassadines."

"That's what I figure anyways," Alex leaned against the wall of the exam room.

"But why kill Helena and just wound everyone else."

"Think back; how was she killed?" Sam rounded on him.

"Someone stabbed her in the heart," Alex raised his eyebrows, urging her to continue, "Which means Jerry probably didn't kill her. Whoever did, knew her; it was personal."

"Someone hated Helena enough to stab her in the heart and then send some serious warnings to the remaining Cassadines."

"But who?" Sam resumed her pacing.

"I haven't quite figured that one out yet, but I assume it started with Helena," Sam nodded in agreement.

"This feels personal. We need to look into her past, track down some of her enemies," Sam sighed. In her long, miserable life, Helena Cassadine had made many enemies. People she blackmailed, family member of those she had killed or kidnapped, the list was endless, "This could take forever, Alex," he nodded.

"I was thinking about that. You up for a trip?" Sam smiled at him.

"Always."

AN II: So I'm reasonably sure most of you can figure out where I'm going with this by now and as for the rest, I guess you'll be in for a surprise… Also, I need a nickname for Alex. Jason and Spinelli will be discussing him a lot in the chapters to come and I need a 'Spinelli' for him. I have one in mind but I want to see if anyone has a better idea. Anyways, please review…