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Sam and Jason moved quickly through the woods, Jason holding branches out of the way so Sam could get through. She surreptitiously glanced down at their linked hands. Jason hadn't let go of her hand once, even when climbing over fallen logs and giant, tangled roots. In fact, he had wordlessly scooped her up and carried her over before moving along, pulling her behind him. She couldn't help the small smile playing at her lips.

She knew that things were complicated, but right now at this moment, it was just her and her husband falling back into familiar patterns. And as much as she did love Patrick, he couldn't make her feel safe the way Jason did. With Jason holding her hand, she knew she'd make it home to their son safely.

Jason stopped and pulled her close when they neared the edge of the forest. He crouched down and pulled gently until she was crouched down beside him. He looked into her eyes and squeezed her hand.

"There's no chance I can convince you to stay here while I go confront Helena, is there?"

Sam rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Nope."

Jason sighed and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. Sam tilted her head in sympathy.

"Jason, I know you want to keep me safe, but the best way to do that is to keep me with you. Besides, I'm good back up." She teased, a memory playing through her head.

Jason looked at her strangely.

"I've been thinking about what I could do to make myself useful around here-" Sam fished some food out of a Chinese food container.

Jason did the same and glanced over at her quickly before concentrating on dropping a dumpling off his chopsticks. Damn thing wouldn't get off. He jerked the chopsticks a bit harder.

"I already-I told you not to worry about that."

"Ok, well I can't cook. I think we've established that." She swallowed some food and looked at him ruefully as he stared down at the dumpling that had just fallen off his chopsticks. "And I can't clean." Jason chuckled while she continued. "Obviously, I can't do windows cuz I'm too short and they'll get all streaky and stuff."

Jason chortled at her. Sam took a deep breath and plowed on.

"BUT if you give me some scuba gear and a salvage operation, I can definitely get the job done." She glanced at him before shoving some kung pao in her mouth. Jason glanced at her with a smirk.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Sam pointed her finger up and spoke around a mouthful of food. "And I'm an expert safecracker, excellent shot with a handgun-" She looked over at Jason. "If you ever need my help, I'm good backup." She stared at Jason guilelessly, chewing her food quietly and waited. Jason didn't disappoint.

He stared at her in shock and stammered, "Not-you're-you're kidding, right?" His voice had gone serious and worried.

Sam kept chewing before nodding quickly, smirking slightly.

"Yeah, I am." She grinned at him as she took another bite of food.

Sam watched Jason as he stared at her sightlessly. She was starting to recognize that look. He was remembering something! Could he really be thinking about the same memory she had when she told him she was good backup? Images of sitting on the floor shoveling Chinese into their mouths as they talked and laughed floated through her head. With it came a little pain, which she was used to by now, but mostly it brought her joy and love. She smiled gently at Jason when his eyes refocused on her.

"You remembered something." She said it quietly.

Jason hesitated. He didn't want to get her hopes up, but he couldn't look at her and lie to her face. He nodded slowly.

Sam's face lit up and she threw her arms around him. Startled, he fell back a little and she collapsed on top of him. With her full, lush breasts crushed against his chest, her face close to his, he froze, caught up in her eyes.

Her body pressed up against Jason's hard, muscular chest and her face inches from his, Sam did what came natural to her. She leaned in.

Jason's eyes lowered to her lips before raising to her eyes, but she was looking at his lips too. He leaned a little closer. Their lips were a breath apart when the sound of a twig snapping caused them to break apart and turn towards the sound.

Jason leapt up and pulled Sam up and behind him, whipping out his pistol in a rapid fire move. A small hedgehog waddled out of a nearby bush. When it realized it wasn't alone, it rolled into a ball and disappeared quickly into the bush. Sam let out a relieved laugh.

"Aww, it was so cute." She squealed, laughing up at Jason. The smile dropped off her face at the hungry look still in Jason's eyes. She broke eye contact and looked towards the compound.

"Come on, let's get moving. Helena could have another chopper here any minute." She said quietly, ignoring the desire pounding in her veins.

Jason nodded shortly. He started to hold her hand again but thought better of it. He may not be able to control himself if he touched her again. He couldn't believe what he had almost started in the middle of the damn forest on freaking Cassadine Island. What the hell was wrong with him? He chastised himself for putting Sam in danger with his raging hormones.

He had always found Sam to be gorgeous and had what he thought was a normal, healthy attraction to her just like any other man with a pulse would have. But knowing she was his wife coupled with the few flashes of memories he had been having had created this wildfire in his blood for her. He wanted to feel her moving beneath him, wrapped in his arms, his skin on hers. He wanted to worship her. But how much of that was what he felt now, and how much was echoes of the past?

It didn't matter. He couldn't act on his desires. He had to find out what happened to him first. She deserved more than a night of passion. She deserved a lifetime of love. And he wanted to be able to give her both.

He scowled as he realized he had let his mind wander again. He focused on the matter at hand as he silently led Sam up to the steps of the compound. Testing the door, he found it locked. He pulled up his phone and brought up the schematics.

"There's a couple of access points Spinelli marked for me. We're going to try this one." He pointed to the map and waited while Sam studied it. She nodded.

"Lead the way."

To hell with it. He picked up her hand again, and linking fingers, they ran side by side to the side of the compound. After making sure it was clear, Jason pointed up to a terrace on the second floor with the doors wide open. Sam nodded and shoved her gun in her waistband.

Jason was transfixed by the small sliver of smooth skin he had glimpsed when she'd shoved the gun into her waistband. She started to climb up, using the thick wall of bougainvillea vines covering the eastern wall. She glanced down at Jason and grinned, her long ponytail falling into her face.

"I don't know if this will hold your weight, big guy."

Jason stared up at her, struck by her beauty as the light shimmered around her hair like a halo. Man, he was in trouble, he thought. It wasn't just her physical beauty, but her adventurous spirit and zest for life. Her deep and abiding love for their son, her loyalty to the people important to her, her honesty. No wonder he had fallen so hard for her before. How did anyone resist her?

Despite the emotional turmoil he was in, none of it showed on his face. He just looked up at her and nodded.

"I guess we'll find out." He said before grabbing a handful of vines and pulling himself up. Sam continued to climb above him. He looked up and was treated to a view of her derrière in her tight jeans. He grinned and kept climbing.

He reached up and grabbed another handful of the vines right below Sam's foot. The vines ripped away from the wall. He scrambled to get another good grip when he heard Sam cry out. He looked up to see that her foot had lost purchase where he'd ripped off the vines. She hung from the vines precariously.

Jason moved quickly, climbing up until he was right behind her. He reached up and wrapped his hand around the balustrade of the terrace and put the other hand on her waist. He held her steady while she found purchase. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. He groaned and dropped his head on her shoulder.

"You're killing me." He muttered under his breath.

Sam raised her brows in confusion.

"What was that?"

Jason lifted his head and shook it. "Nothing. Come on, I'll give you a boost." Since he was already in hell, he might as well enjoy it. He grabbed a handful of her small, but firm butt and boosted her up. She gripped the rails and pulled herself up the rest of the way. She swung her legs over the rails before leaning down to help him up. He averted his eyes from the cleavage spilling from her shirt and climbed up and joined her on the terrace. He glanced at the heavens and shook his head.

Sam waited as Jason scoped out the room and then signaled her for the all clear. Just as they hit the hallway, a guard walked by. Before he could react, Jason yanked him into the room where Sam brought the butt of her gun down on the guard's head. Jason looked at her in appreciation before dragging the guard to the closet. Sam admired the muscles bulging in his arms when he hefted the guard before looking away guiltily.

They slipped down the hall silently, checking rooms as they went. Suddenly a voice traveled from below.

"Ms. Cassadine, hurry. The other chopper is almost here. We need to get you out of here."

Jason looked at Sam and an unspoken agreement was met. They held their guns at the ready and hurried quietly down the stairs. At the landing they looked down and spotted four guards with Helena. Jason gestured at the guards and Sam nodded. Aiming his gun, he quickly shot the guards in the shoulders. Sam rushed down and aimed her gun at Helena.

"Don't move!" She snapped, tension crackling in the air as she stared at the woman who stole her husband from her all those years ago.

"Well, if it isn't Samantha, Natasha's little bastard." Helena drawled with a condescending smirk. She looked up to where Jason came down the stairs purposefully, a deadly look in his eyes.

"Ah, and Jason Morgan, my erstwhile soldier of fortune." She paused and slowly ran her eyes up and down Jason's body and her lips curled in a predatory smile. "Don't you look deliciously lethal, Mr. Morgan."

Jason ignored her and pointed his gun at her. He scanned the foyer and spotted the wide doorway to a sitting room. He waved his gun at her.

"Get in that room. I have some questions that you're going to answer for me."

Helena inclined her head and walked regally into the room. Jason walked in behind her, his gun still aimed at her back. Sam scanned the foyer one last time before turning to follow Jason, when she saw a sudden movement in the corner of her eye.

Jason stared coldly at Helena, rage flowing through him. She had stolen three years of his life; three years in which he could have watched Danny grow up, three years that he could have spent loving Sam. He couldn't forget that she had let him believe Jake was dead for all those years. She had taken everything from him, and he wanted her to pay. He looked over at Sam…wait. Where was Sam?

The ear-splitting sound of a gunshot cracked through the air and Jason's blood chilled.

"No." He whispered before he turned and ran to the door.