A/N: Thanks so much for the support on the last chapter! I hope you continue to enjoy what I'm writing. You've all been great. I guess it's becoming more obvious which couple is endgame for me, but it feels good to have them fight for Sam vs her chasing them. Anyways, keep reading, I have some great moments coming up!

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Sam sat beside an increasingly tense Patrick on the small WSB jet. Robert and Anna sat in the front with their heads together. Two WSB agents sat across the aisle, quiet and looking forward.

The closer they got to Cassadine Island, the more tense Patrick seemed to get. Sam sympathized. He was about to see the mother of his child, a woman he thought had abandoned their family, but in reality had been kidnapped. Again.

She covered his hand with her own and squeezed. When he met her gaze with wild eyes, Sam smiled gently.

"It's okay to be nervous. But we're going to get her out of here. We'll figure out the rest later."

Patrick leaned down and rested his forehead against hers.

Just then, Anna stood up and walked into the cockpit. She was back seconds later.

"Ok, we're about to land. Are you ready?" Anna asked. She was wearing all black, and looked ready to take on the world to save her daughter. Robert hadn't spoken much, his focus on the rescue plan.

Patrick and Sam nodded.

Once they landed, Patrick and Sam waited for Anna, Robert, and the two agents to take the lead before they followed. Patrick's eyes widened in surprise and alarm when Sam slipped a small pistol from the back of her waistband, pulled out the clip, inspected it, and slid it back into place. She caught his look and raised her brow.

"Did you think I'd walk into a dangerous situation unarmed and unprepared?" She asked archly, a twinkle in her eyes, a small smile on her lush mouth.

Patrick let out a nervous chuckle. He wouldn't deny that she made a helluva sexy picture. Her curvy, perfect body wrapped in a cleavage-baring tank and skin tight black jeans tucked into knee high, flat-soled boots, along with the gun in hand was every red-blooded man in the world's fantasy come to life.

But he didn't think he'd ever be entirely comfortable with this side of Sam. The side that enjoyed flirting with danger.

He just nodded and grabbing her free hand, moved to follow Anna and Robert. As they clipped through the woods, Patrick's heart raced. It didn't make sense, it wasn't logical; but he knew they were getting closer to Robin.

Just then, two guards broke through the brush and froze at the sight of them. The agents beside them opened fire and took them out quickly. The sound of the gunshots echoed loudly through the air.

Anna and Robert whipped around and viciously cursed the agents for not using silencers as instructed. They moved quickly to distance themselves from the dead guards. Anna and Robert picked off guards silently as they moved. Sam held her gun at the ready, the silencer already attached.

They made it out of the woods, and to a small clearing. At the opposite edge of the clearing, a small house stood, surrounded by several armed guards. The guards were obviously on high alert as they looked more active and ready for action.

Anna pulled out a pair binoculars and scanned the perimeter. Suddenly she froze.

"It's her." She turned to Robert and Patrick with a brilliant smile. Robert quickly pulled out his own pair and looked in the direction Anna had. A satisfied, fierce grin spread over his face.

"Robin." Patrick whispered, taking a few steps forward, unconsciously dropping Sam's hand. Sam tried to ignore the hurt that rose up, blinking back sudden tears.

She quietly took a few steps back, putting the agents between herself and Patrick. She never should have come. She tucked her gun in the back of her waistband and wrapped her arms around herself.

Suddenly, she found herself yanked back against a strong chest, a gun digging into her temple. She froze and gripped the arm that was tightening around her.

"Drop your guns!" The man yelled harshly.

Anna and Robert spun quickly and dropped to a crouch, guns pointing at the guard holding Sam. The two agents did the same, while Patrick froze, his eyes shooting to Sam's. They stared at each other, fear in their eyes.

"Let me go!" Sam yelled, struggling in the guards arms. He tightened his arms painfully around her and she cried out.

"Stop! Let her go!" Patrick shouted, taking a step forward, hands held up in front of him.

"Drop your gun! We won't let you hurt her." Anna called out, never faltering.

"I'll put a bullet in her head right now! Drop your damn guns!" The guard shouted again, digging the gun even more in her temple.

"Stop, stop! Anna, Robert, please, put your guns down, for God's sake. He's going to kill Sam." Patrick pled, terrified for Sam.

"We've got more guns on him, mate. He needs to be smart here and recognize the danger of his situation." Robert said steadily, his eyes focused on something over the guard's shoulder.

"Fine. I'd hate to splatter her pretty little brains all over this forest but I will." The guard threatened menacingly. His threat was met with silence as everyone's attention suddenly focused behind him.

A cold voice shattered the silence before the guard felt a gun shoved against the back of his head.

"Let my wife go or it will be your brains splattered all over the forest floor."

Sam closed her eyes in relief as Jason's voice filled the air. The guard froze, before roughly shoving Sam to the ground and dropping his weapon.

"You shouldn't have done that." Jason growled before hammering the butt of the gun against the guard's head. The guard slumped to the ground.

Jason dropped to his haunches and pulled Sam into his arms, inhaling deeply. Her subtle perfume filled his senses as he held her close, relief at finding her safe calming his racing heart.

Sam wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight, shudders wracking her body.

"Thank you." She whispered gratefully. She had always been ready for a fight in the past, but now that she had Danny to worry about, she had been terrified when the guard had grabbed her.

He leaned back, tilted her head and scowled when he saw the slight bruising from where the guard had dug his gun into her head. He felt her body shivering and rubbed his hands up and down her arms.

"Hey, hey, you're okay now." He said gently, catching her eyes with his.

She nodded shakily and he helped her climb to her feet. It was then he became aware of Patrick, Anna, and Robert watching them, especially Patrick. Patrick and Jason's eyes met and they watched each other carefully, taking the measure of the other man.

"Sam, thank god." Patrick walked over and pulled Sam into his arms and walked her away from Jason. Jason smirked slightly, understanding Patrick's desire to separate him from Sam.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." Sam hugged him and rubbed his back. She shoved down the guilt at her reaction to Jason's appearance. She had practically hung all over him in front of Patrick. She closed her eyes, wishing she could figure out her feelings for once and for all.

Anna looked between them all and shook her head.

"Look, we need to save Robin. We've got to move fast."

Jason nodded.

"Nikolas was here. He was trying to escape on a helicopter with Helena when I got there. I fired a few shots and Helena was taken back in but Nikolas got away. I let him. When I found out Sam was on the island I had to find her." Sam looked at him in surprise and smiled softly at him as he held her gaze.

Jason continued. "I've got to get back before they get Helena out of here. I wouldn't be surprised if they send people this way to move your daughter."

Anna and Robert looked at each other. They seemed to speak without words, coming to an agreement. Anna nodded and started to move towards the small compound, the agents following her.

Robert looked at Patrick, his eyes hard.

"We need to move. If they can't get Robin out of here they may take her out to get rid of any evidence."

Patrick paled and shook his head.

"I can't lose her again." He whispered without seeming to realize he spoke out loud.

Sam looked away and took a small step out of his arms. He didn't seem to notice.

Jason scowled and stepped forward.

"Come with me." He didn't know why he said it, but now that he had, it felt right.

Sam shot a startled look at him.

"You want me to go with you?" She asked slowly.

Jason shifted uneasily and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. I need to know you're safe, and if I leave you here, I'll be distracted. I can't focus on finding Helena and getting answers if I'm worried about you." Jason waited.

Sam stared at Jason, studying his eyes. She took a few steps towards him, then stopped.

Sam hesitated, looking back at Patrick. She turned back to Jason and placed a hand on his forearm.

"I need a minute?" Without waiting for an answer, she spun around to leave. She came up short when Jason grabbed her hand. Sam glanced at him in confusion. His expression was unreadable.

"I'll be right back." She promised. She started to pull away and Jason tightened his hold on her hand briefly, before letting her go.

Sam jogged over to Patrick and pulled him to the side.

"I'm going to help Jason find Helena." Sam said in a low voice. Patrick's eyes narrowed in anger.

"You're just going to take off with Jason on another adventure?" Patrick said sarcastically. Sam drew back in shock.

"No, I took off with you on another adventure, and as soon as you saw Robin you dropped my hand and left me behind." She snapped. Patrick's eyes widened and his face flushed guiltily. He ran a hand through his hair and before shoving it in his pocket.

"Sam, look. I'm sorry, okay? It was a shock to see her and I guess I wasn't ready or expecting to feel the way I did."

She sighed. "Patrick, it's fine." Sam shrugged it off, though it was far from fine.

"I know how you feel because I feel it every time I see Jason too. But Patrick, I can't be here when you two reunite. I didn't think it would bother me, but I know now that it will. It will hurt me. And I have all the same questions Jason has about the last few years and I need answers. So I'm going to go with Jason, you go to Robin, and we'll meet up later."

Patrick's eyes had softened when Sam had admitted she would be hurt. He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, but stopped. He let his hand drop to his side.

"You're right. You should go with Jason. Just be careful, okay? No unnecessary risks."

Sam was surprised at the hurt his quick agreement caused her. It had been her suggestion, but she had kind of hoped he would want her with him. Shaking her head at herself, she offered up a winsome smile.

"Never. Be safe."

With a final lingering look, she turned and hurried over to where Jason waited.

He looked down at her in concern. He ran his thumb across her cheek. She was surprised to see his thumb come away wet. She hadn't realized she'd been crying.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. He hated to see her in pain. He shot a heated look over her shoulder to where Patrick stood.

She reached up and grabbed his hand, and looked into his eyes.

"Yes. This is where I need to be; with you. I need answers too. Come on." He linked fingers with her and nodded.

He turned and still holding hands, they started moving quickly through the forest. At the same time, they each drew their weapons out and had them at the ready. Jason threw an appreciative grin at Sam and she beamed back at him. They had always been in sync in these types of situations.

Patrick watched them until they disappeared. It hurt to see them together. Especially when they looked so right together.

They just fit.