A/N: Thanks for all your lovely words over the last few chapters! It's been really inspiring. I've had so much fun writing these last scenes, and even though I'm writing them, I'm still having fun reading them when I'm done. It let's me experience the Jasam I am craving so much. With the reveal next week I am hoping the story turns around, and maybe we won't need fanfic to see the story we want for our couple. Until then, I'll keep writing. I appreciate all the reviews, whether they're positive/negative, whatever. It means a lot that people are reading this at all. And I understand some people feel it was too violent in the beginning. I totally get that, but it was just my heartfelt though perhaps juvenile wish to see Sam beat Liz' ass lol. Going forward, I don't plan for anymore violent confrontations. I just needed to see my old Sam back.

Anyways, I definitely plan for a scene with Emma and Sam as well as Monica with both Jason and Sam. I really want to try and include a lot of the beats that I felt like GH missed with this reveals.

Again, I welcome all criticism, advice, and wish list items. :) As always, fave, review, and follow if you're enjoying. :)

Sam stood there, stunned at how much his words hurt her. She shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"No, no, no. You said that you would love me forever, and I refuse to believe that you've stopped. You may not know what it is, but I can see it when you look at me. I know that somewhere in you, your heart recognizes mine."

His pulse racing, he clung desperately to his plan. It was the honorable thing to do after the hell she'd been through because of his choices; not just in his past but in the last year. He hadn't fought hard enough to find his identity and return to his life. He'd moved on as if he had no responsibilities, and the entire time, he'd befriended Sam and listened to her mourn for a man that didn't deserve her. His mind raced as he thought of something to say to persuade her to let him go.

"Honey, the night of our anniversary, we were standing in the exact same place when we were married, I didn't get a single memory. Nothing came back. It was all —" He couldn't finish because it wasn't true.

He may not have had a memory of their wedding, but he'd felt a pull towards Sam in that moment that had left him feeling disloyal to Liz. He'd barely been able to meet Sam's eyes during the vowel renewal because he hadn't trusted himself.

Sam watched him, disbelieving. "I know you felt something. I know you did. You may not be able to name it or define it, but I know. I know I am still in your heart." She stepped closer and placed a hand against his chest. "I know this because you're still in mine." She placed his hand over her heart.

She spoke urgently, her voice shaking with emotion.

"I am not trying to pressure you. I swear it. But I just - I want you to realize the bond that we shared. It's there. It always has been. It's just - I just need you to remember that. I'm not asking you to come back to me. I understand things have changed, we have changed. But I can't stand the idea of you never remembering our history together. Because it was so beautiful and life-altering for me. For both of us."

Jason was losing the battle to remain aloof in the face of her obvious love for the person he used to be.

"Sam, you've known me as Jake for an entire year. My memories haven't resurfaced. Maybe they're gone."

Sam shook her head, still clasping his hand to her heart.

"No, no, that - that is not true. It's not true. When Helena sent you to kill me, you couldn't do it, because you remembered being in our bed. That was the only mission she sent you on that you refused to do, that you were able to walk away from. You disobeyed her order, because you could not kill me because you loved me."

The truth of her words hit him like a blow to his gut. The few flashes he'd had of her had been so brief that he could never make sense of him. But that night, everything inside him had screamed at him not to hurt her. That he couldn't live if she died.

Sam pursued the issue. She could see that Jason was holding something back from her, but she didn't know why.

"You still love me. You never stopped. That's why you couldn't kill me."

Jason sighed and pulled his hand away from her. He took a step back to put some space between them.

"That night, I-I had a flicker, but these things - they're - they're broken segments of images and feelings and they're like a dream. You wake up, and they're gone. You don't get them back." He kept silent about the memories he'd had since finding out who he really was. Those memories were as clear as day in his mind, and so were the feelings that came with them. Feelings he wasn't ready for, and could never act on. She deserved so much better.

Sam stomped away from him and snatched up her purse. She reached in and pulled something out before whipping around to face him. She held up her hand.

"You don't? Do you remember this?" She sniffled, trying to control her emotions. She didn't know why she was pushing him so hard but she couldn't seem to stop herself. "Do you?"

Jason stared at it with a flare of recognition. "My wedding band."

Sam looked down at the ring, heartbreak in her eyes.

"Yes. You were wearing it the night you were shot."

Jason frowned. "I thought we were having problems."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, we were. They were none of our making, though. And it took us a long time to get back to each other, but... we did. And we were stronger than anyone or anything that could get in our way. We were happier than we had ever been that night." She dragged in a ragged breath. "And then you were taken away from me."

Jason grew angry. Knowing that he had left his wife and new son on the day of their homecoming to go kill someone was just one more reason he needed to force Sam to let him go. He wasn't good enough for her.

"I wasn't taken. Do you understand that? I wasn't taken from you. I-I left of my own accord. I did a job for Sonny. No one forced me to do anything."

Sam rushed to him and grabbed his hands.

"No! Are you kidding me? You were rescuing your - your friend. That's what you did. You put your life out there because you care about other people. Jason, I am not mad at you that you went and did what you did. But when you disappeared, a part of me died. Do you understand that? I was only able to go on because of our son." Her voice broke as she spoke.

Jason was filled with regrets, none more powerful than causing the amazing woman in front of him pain.

"I'm sorry I did that to you."

Sam smiled through her tears and cupped his face.

"You didn't. I am so happy that you're here, okay? I am - I'm so happy that you're here, and you may not remember any of this, but I do. And I know - I know in my heart that someday, you will, too. I know it. And until then, keep this. So you have something to hold onto from our past."

She pushed his ring into his hand. He looked down at his ring and was assailed with images. Dizzy with them, he rested his forehead against hers.

Jason was sprawled across his bed and reaching for a silver canister. He pulled the top off and set it aside. Reaching in, he stared down at his wedding band for a moment.

He started to slide it on his ring finger and felt a sense of peace slide over him for the first time in months. Hearing footsteps, he saw Sam walking in holding Danny.

Her face was filled with emotion at seeing him place his wedding ring back on. Holding her eyes, he finished sliding it into place. She smiled and crawled into bed with him and Danny,

She eased Danny between them. "Hey. There we go."

Jason looked down at their son. "Hey."

Sam grabbed her ring and looked at her son.

"Pay attention, Danny. This... is gonna be a big moment... for both of us." She briefly ran her fingers over his ring, before handing him hers.

Overwhelmed with emotions, Jason held his hand out for hers. She placed her hand in his and he started to slide it on her fingers. The baby reached up and tried to grab it.

Smiling down at him, Jason teased, "No, you give me that. You don't get to do that. I get to do this. Watch."

He slid the ring down her slender finger and gazed into her eyes.

"I love you forever."

Tears welled in her eyes and smiling, Sam looked down at her ring. It was finally back where it belonged.

"This ring is never coming off my finger ever again."

They leaned close and shared a tender kiss.

The memory had only taken seconds, but it had sucked Jason in completely. Caught up in the profoundness of the memory, Jason was swept away on a wave of love for Sam.

"I-I remember…I remember.." He trailed off and catching her eyes, he couldn't fight it anymore.

Gripping her face tenderly between his two hands, he slowly lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers lightly. Once, twice, before he dove in for a deeper, lengthier kiss.

Sliding his mouths over hers, he felt it when she gave into her feelings too. Her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck and she pressed her luscious body against his. Her other hand grabbed his shirt in a fist to pull him closer.

He grabbed her silky hair and wrapped it around his hand and used it to tug her even closer. His head tilted to the side as he slid deeper into the kiss, moving his mouth over her soft lips and meeting her seeking tongue with his own. His pulse racing, he sunk into the kiss, lost in her.

Passion like he'd never felt before raged through him. He slid his hands down her to her waist and pulled her against him and she let out a small whimper that had desire coursing through him. He'd never experienced anything like this and he felt as if he would die if he didn't have her beneath him now.

It was that sudden thought that was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over him. What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be staying away from her. He pulled away, gently untangling himself from her hands.

Sam's eyes were dazed as she stared up at him, breathless. She touched her fingers to her swollen lips.

"I imagined kissing you again so many times. And now you remember me…" She trailed off as she stared up at him. Reading his expression, her stomach tightened in preparation for the blow.

Jason stepped further back.

"I don't remember. I'm sorry. I don't remember. It was just a brief memory of us together, but everything before that and after that is a blank. We can't do this. This is wrong. I don't know who I am. And you love Patrick."

Guilt and shame coursed through her, battling the hurt at Jason's rejection. Sam grasped her shakings hands together. "Oh my God. You're right. I do love Patrick, very much. This shouldn't have happened."

Sam stumbled back. "I should go."

Jason nodded. "Can I drop you guys off?"

Sam nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, actually. I took a cab here. I didn't feel up to driving."

They gathered Danny and his things, before heading to her home with Patrick. When they got there, Sam followed Jason into the house, where he laid a still sleeping Danny on the couch. He pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

"Love you, kiddo."

Sam smiled softly, her emotions in turmoil.

Jason turned to her and spoke urgently.

"Listen, I've got to find the person who did this to me. I've got to find the person who basically killed me, okay? I'm no good to you or anybody else until I do. So, just understand that, uh, I need to do this. And we need to let each other go."

Sam exhaled sharply. "You're right. I have to let you go. We're not the same people we were before and we both moved on. But don't do this alone. Let me help you. You know I can. I want to find out what happened to you as much as you do. Please, let me help you."

Jason shook his head quickly. "No. I need to do this by myself so that I can figure out where I go from here."

She couldn't lose him again and she was terrified to let him out of her sight, let alone go on what could be a dangerous trip alone.

"No, you don't. Where - where are you even gonna begin?"

Jason shrugged. "Nikolas says he doesn't know what happened to me, but I don't believe him."

Sam nodded slowly. "I agree. I don't believe him, either."

Jason stepped forward and held her face in his hands.

"I don't know how long this is gonna take. I don't even know who I'm gonna be when I get back. All I know is I want nothing but the best for you. I want you to be happy, okay?"

Sam nodded, resigned. "Okay."

Jason kissed her gently on her forehead.

Sam closed her eyes and whispered.

"I want you to be happy, too."

When she opened her eyes again, he was gone.