A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry its been a while since I last updated anything. I've been pretty busy with real life. It's kicking my butt right now, lol. I did check into crystalgaylemiller21, and decided that even though she went with my idea of Lucas doing the DNA tests, I'm not going to pursue anything. Its not going to help me in any way to do anything about it. I didn't copyright the idea, so what can ya do?

Thank you guys so much for all the great reviews! You're absolutely wonderful! I've been trying to figure out which direction to take the story. I have a lot of ideas, but I'm not sure where they belong or if they belong. I also had an idea for another story, but it'd be way out there for the characters. What would you guys think about a GH/Sons of Anarchy crossover where Jason and Sonny are the leaders of the Port Charles chapter of SOA? I just finished watching SOA and thought it'd be hilarious.

I did it again! I took quotes from a script. No one sue me! I don't own GH or anything else pertaining to it! Well, on to the next chapter! -RATED T for two uses of language!-

Chapter 12: I Wish I Had an Angel

Sam stretched languidly amongst the gray sheets. It had been a while since she had slept so well. She reached to her left, but found empty space where her husband should have been. Sitting up, she noticed the note left on his pillow.

Sam, I took Danny for breakfast at the park. We'll meet up with you at Kelly's for lunch. There's talk of the zoo since it's warm out. Coffee is in the pot. Love, Jason and Danny.

Sam smiled at the note and how Jason also let Danny scribble his own name. She stretched once more before getting out of bed and starting her day. She was in and out of the shower in nearly record time for her. Sam wandered around the penthouse in her robe with her hair wrapped in a towel. She drank her coffee, then got dressed and fixed her hair. She left it down, opting to only curl the ends and parted it to one side. It was almost time to meet Jason and Danny when she was ready to leave.

Jason texted her as she left their home, letting her know they were waiting for her at Kelly's. It took no time at all for her to get there. As she was coming around the building, she spotted the last person on Earth she wanted to see. Elizabeth. The woman was staring longingly in the window, no doubt at Sam's husband. The longing suddenly turned to hatred that Sam could feel coming off Elizabeth in waves. Shaking her head, Sam continued, trying her hardest to ignore Elizabeth. But that was not going to happen.

Elizabeth turned when she heard the clack of Sam's boots against the pavement. "Well, if it isn't the fiance stealing whore. Come to gloat over your prize?" Elizabeth said, her face scrunching up in what was supposed to be an intimidating smirk. Sam let out a laugh, this woman was truly ridiculous. "Elizabeth, really? You lied to Jason for months. Whether he remembered anything or not, he was bound to figure that out and leave you. I had nothing to do with that." Sam tossed a hand through her hair, annoyance settling into her eyes. She really did not have time for this. Then she noticed it, the crazy fury with which Elizabeth was staring at her. "You stole Jason from me! It was our time, but you. You had to stick your nose where it didn't belong. Why wasn't it you that died instead of him?!" Her voice went higher the angrier she got.

"Are you crazy? You can't steal what's yours, Elizabeth. Jason is MY HUSBAND. Memory or not. You were so willing to let a little boy think his father was dead just so you could play house with another woman's husband. And you can stand here calling ME a whore?" Sam shook her head, but then noticed how twitchy the other woman was becoming. Suddenly Sam was uncomfortable. She started to back away when, but Elizabeth was when she pulled a gun on her. Sam put her hands up, backing up until she was against the stone wall. She looked around for an exit, but there were too many tables and chairs surrounding them. There was no possible way to get around them before Elizabeth could pull the trigger.

"Oh, Sam. I'm not the whore. You are. You slept with your mother's husband? Slept with mine. How many paternity tests did you have on Danny before you found out he was Jason's? You know, Jason taught me how to use one of these," Elizabeth held the gun at just below her ribs, waving it as she spoke. Sam looked at it, seeing the safety was not on, then she looked past Elizabeth to Jason and Danny. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched them. They had no clue what was happening right outside the window. Elizabeth continued to babble about how it was her time with Jason, how they had such a great love that was meant to be. All the while, Sam could only think this was the last time she would see them. Her husband and son and they were happy inside the diner eating their lunches. They laughed together when Danny took a huge bite of a chicken finger and bits of it were sticking out of his mouth. Finally Sam looked Elizabeth in the eyes and straightened herself. This was not how she would go out. Simpering in a corner while Elizabeth kept on about Jason.

Sam could feel the insanity coming off of Elizabeth, could see it in her eyes. As quickly as she could, she punched Elizabeth in the face and grabbed for the gun. They struggled until Elizabeth jerked loose and backhanded Sam with the gun. Sam righted herself, blood trickling from the corner of her lip. "You crazy bitch!" Was all she got out before Elizabeth raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit dead center of her chest and Sam flew back into the wall with it's impact. Her head hit the wall with a stomach-churning crack and she slid to the ground in a heap.

Everyone inside came running when they heard the gunshot, and each person saw Elizabeth standing over Sam, a satisfied smirk playing over her lips. Jason pushed through the crowd with Danny on his hip, but when he saw who was on the ground, he passed his son to Maxie who had been having lunch with Lulu. He shoved Elizabeth back and knelt to the ground. "Sam," he shouted, "Sam! Answer me!" He moved her so her could put her head in his lap. He looked her over frantically, finding the bullet hole in her chest, the blood leaving its growing mark over her white shirt. He clamped his hand over it to stop the bleeding and began to rock her unconscious body side to side. "Sam, please, open your eyes. Stay with me," he whispered to her, hoping she could still hear him.

His ears buzzed, barely making out the voices around him and the sirens growing closer. He never saw Nathan West take down Elizabeth and put her in handcuffs or the detective's partner Dante Falconeri put the gun in an evidence bag. One voice did reach him, a shrill tone he never wanted to hear again. He looked up as Elizabeth was being taken away. "Don't you see, Jason! I did this for us! So we can be a family! We have another chance now!" His vision blurred red, but he looked away. He would deal with the mistake called Liz later. Right now Sam needed him and Danny... Where was Danny? Where was his son?

As Sam was being placed on the stretcher and loaded into the ambulance, Jason scanned the small crowd for his son. He spotted Danny's blonde hair, his head tucked into Maxie's chest. The young woman comforted Danny through his tears and wails for his mother. When she looked up at Jason, she mouthed the word, "Go." It was all he needed to know his son was safe. Maxie would take care of him, he had no doubt about that. He climbed into the ambulance and took Sam's hand, holding it tightly to his lips. "Come on, Sam. Wake up. Wake up. Think about Danny." Sam stirred then, turning her head towards Jason.

"Don't let them take my ring," she whispered before unconsciousness took hold of her again. Jason let go of her hand so the EMTs could do their work and he brushed hair from her face. He choked on his tears as he bent his head and put his lips to her ear, "I promise."

It took little time to make it to the hospital and when they arrived, Patrick Drake was there at the door. He rushed them through the hospital and into a waiting operating room, all the while recieving Sam's statistics. Her blood pressure as well as temperature were steadily dropping, but she was still holding on. Her shirt had been cut open so the EMTs could assess the wound. She needed surgery and it had to happen fast or she might not make it. Patrick filled Jason in as quickly as he could, then ran off to get scrubbed in. Robin was waiting for Jason just outside the door to the operating room. They watched as the rest of Sam's clothes were cut away from her body and she was prepped for surgery.

It took all her inner strength for Robin to drag Jason to the waiting area. He shouldn't watch them cut his wife open. They both knew Sam was in the best hands possible, but it didn't help Jason's thoughts. Sam could die, and Elizabeth was at fault. Jason was torn between wanting to stay for Sam and wanting to find Elizabeth and strangle the life out of her. He had never felt so violent towards a woman until today. Even when he threatened Sam's life that summer so many years ago. It crushed his soul when he told Sam he'd kill her. But thinking about Elizabeth standing over Sam's body with a gun in her hand. It made him want to kill. It made him want to kidnap the vile lunatic and torture her until she didn't have a breath left in her body. Then he thought about her children. Her poor boys that had done nothing wrong except be born to a crazy, obsessive witch.

He fought the silent battle with everything in him and staying eventually won out. He told himself that if he left Sam would die. Staying put meant she lived, so he would do just that. Jason parked himself in one of the chairs beside Robin who rubbed her hand up and down his shoulder. "Patrick is going to do everything in his power to save her. You know that," she told him, trying her hardest to comfort him. "Hayden is going home tomorrow, but she still doesn't remember anything. Nikolas offered to take her home with him," Robin told him, still trying to take his mind off Sam for a moment. When he nodded, she continued, "I think it'd be a good idea if you went and talked to her. She could use a friend who's been through the same thing she's dealing with right now. There aren't many people in town who have had extensive memory loss."

"Yeah... Yeah, I'll talk to her. When Sam gets out of surgery, I'll find Hayden," Jason half-heartedly agreed. He needed to talk to Hayden anyway and figure out what their next step would be. He bowed his head, placing it in his hands, his elbows propped up with his knees. He took a deep breath to steady himself when he heard Maxi and Lulu approach. "Here, we stopped by the penthouse and got you some clothes. I didn't think you'd want Danny to see you like that," Maxi told him, handing him a black duffel bag. Danny was silently crying now, his face hidden in Lulu's neck. She swayed with him, whispering quietly. Jason rubbed his face and for the first time noticed the blood on his hands and clothes. Sam's blood. With fresh tears in his eyes he took the bag and stood. "Watch Danny for me, would you? I'm going to change." Each of the three women agreed to his request and he was gone, heading for the restrooms.

"How bad is it?" Maxi asked as she sat down next to Robin. Robin let out a sigh and rubbed the back of Danny's head when Lulu sat on her other side. "I'm not sure, but she lost a lot of blood. Patrick's working on her now." They all went silent and just sat, watching Danny as if he were their last link to Sam.

When Jason returned all of Sam's family were sitting in the waiting room. even Carly who jumped up and hugged Jason, "She's going to make it, you know. Patrick can perform miracles." Jason returned the hug, then stepped away. He took Danny from Alexis and sat down, needing to hold his son. Danny looked up at Jason, his little eyes puffy and red, his nose stuffy. He sniffled, then asked, "Is Mommy gonna be okay?" Jason sniffed back tears that formed again and hugged his son tightly. "I hope so, buddy. I hope so."