The Michael in my story is the one played by Chad Duell.
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xoxo Janelle
"Of all the lies I love you was my favorite…"
"Who was that Mom?" Sam asked, sliding up to Alexis. She had managed to leave Lucky's side for a few moments, just in time to see her Mom walk out the door, only to return a few minutes later looking grim.
"Oh it was…no one." Alexis said. She didn't think anyone had noticed her exit.
Sam gave her a look but Alexis just shrugged it off.
"The party is ending soon." Alexis said, trying to change the subject.
"Oh." Sam said. "You know you didn't have to do this." She said, even though she didn't want everyone to leave. The thought of staying alone quickened her pace.
"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I'm so glad you're home." She sighed. "I just wish that Kristina was here to see this. It's so hard not knowing where she is or…or if she's hurt or-" Alexis couldn't finish the thought but Sam knew she meant dead.
"Mom." Sam said before she could stop herself. "I.." she was about to tell her why Kristina ran away but then she just couldn't do it. "I wish she was here too." She said quickly.
Alexis gave her a sad smile and then excused herself to talk to someone else.
Sam made her way through the people, looking for Jason. She desperately needed his comfort.
She found him out by the hot tub on the balcony. He was alone, but that didn't much surprise her. Jason needed his alone time.
"Hey." She said, putting a hand on the small of his back.
He didn't turn to look at her, but she could feel the tension in him relax. He stared out at the lit up city of Port Charles, New York. It looked so pretty at night, but one thing was that you could never see the stars. Sam remembered how in Hawaii, at night, all you had to do was look out the window and see the stars. She and Jason had spent evening out under the stars. It was so beautiful in Hawaii.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her.
Startled, she told him, "Hawaii. How you could see the stars. Not like here, all you can see are the lights." He smiled a small smile, still not looking at her. "What are you thinking about?" she had to ask.
Before he could answer, Alexis poked her head through the doorway. "Hey Sam? Everyone's starting to go, you want to say goodbye?"
"Sure Mom." Sam said, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Her mom smiled at her and then left. Sam walked to the doorway and stopped. "You coming?" she called back to Jason hopefully, without turning around.
He moved so silently she didn't even hear him approach behind her. He nuzzled her neck just as Lucky had done, not too long ago. Only when Jason did it, her knees went weak and she blushed fiercely.
"There's no place I'd rather be." He answered her, kissing her gently on the neck. Then he pulled back, acting like nothing happened and walked into the house. Sam followed him in a stupor.
Sam stood by the front door and was kissed on the cheek and was told "I hope you feel better," more times then she could count, while Jason hovered nearby.
Soon everyone was gone, except for Lucky, Jason, and Alexis. Molly was there, but she was passed out on the couch.
Sam watched as Alexis grabbed her purse. "Going so soon Mom?" she inquired.
"I have to get Molly to bed." She nodded fondly at Molly's sleeping form. "I'm so happy you're awake." Alexis said for the millionth time tonight. She kissed her cheek and then went to gently shake Molly awake.
"Do you want me to carry her to the car, Alexis?" Jason asked, mentally cringing at the image he had of Lucky and Sam.
"That would be great, Jason. She doesn't seem to want to wake up." She chuckled.
Jason went over to the couch and very carefully picked up Molly and cradled her in his arms. She shifted slightly, into his warmth.
Sam's eyes filled up; he looked so much like a father. He would have been a great father. If only she knew where Melissa was with her baby. Well he wouldn't be a baby now. He would be three years old. Jason didn't know about her son. She hadn't told him she was pregnant with his child, since he was involved with Elizabeth at the time. She shook her head, clearing her random thoughts and turned her head to the side so Lucky wouldn't notice her tears.
Jason mouthed, I'll be right back, to Sam when Lucky wasn't looking. She gave him a short head nod.
"Alright, see you guys later." Alexis said, and with one last look she and Jason were gone.
Sam sighed. Now she was alone with Lucky. She didn't want to hurt him, but she just didn't feel the same about him anymore.
"Come here, you." Lucky said, huskily. His mouth was upon hers. She tried to get into the kiss, but Jason's face just kept popping into her mind. "Come home with me tonight." Lucky said in between the kisses.
"No, Lucky, stop." Something in her voice made him pull back.
"What's wrong? You've been acting weird around me all day." He said, his eyes narrowing.
"No, it's just…" she searched her brain for an excuse. " I'm just a bit off. I did just recover from my coma. I just want to be home tonight. Alone." She added.
"Whatever." He said, and stormed out the door. She jumped when it slammed shut.
Sam buried her face in her hands. That wasn't supposed to go like that. She steadied her rapid breathing.
A few moments later, there came a soft knock at the door. Remembering Jason's words, she jumped up and rushed to the door.
But what if it wasn't him?
She stood on her tip toes, looking through the hole in the door to see who it was. Smiling, she opened the door.
"Jason." She said, hugging him close.
He hugged her back, stepping forward to close the door. "What happened with Lucky? He was pissed when I saw him in the parking lot."
"Oh." She pulled back from Jason and sat back down on the couch. "He wanted me to go home with him. I told him I just wanted to be alone."
Jason sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm tearing your life apart. I should go. I don't want to cause you any stress. You will be safer with Lucky anyway." He started to walk through the door.
"Jason." Her tone made him turn around. She held out a hand and even though he knew this wasn't a good idea, he couldn't help but go to her. He sat down next to her, and pulled her close. "I love you not Lucky." She replied, looking him in the eye.
"Why do you do this to me?" he said, trying to control himself, trying to make himself get up and walk away for her own good. But he couldn't do it.
"I'm not doing anything." She replied matter-of-factly. "It's because you love me too." She said simply.
He grabbed her arms on both sides. "We shouldn't be doing this." He said, trying to make her see reason. But when Sam wants something, she gets it. And to be honest, he didn't want to stop either.
She leaned in close to his face. "I don't care." She whispered, her breath reaching his face and he shivered.
He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. These kisses were so different from the ones at the hospital. They were hungrier; they needed each other.
Sam pressed herself closer to him. His warmth filled her body and she couldn't get enough of him. He started kissing his way down her jaw line. When he kissed her neck, she moaned a little. It was such a passionate moment. Nothing would stop them, no one would interrupt. She felt like her body would burst with the love inside her.
She laid a hand on his chest, leading him to lie down on the couch. He pulled her down on top of him.
She slipped her hand under his shirt and felt the hard muscles and the warm skin beneath. She kissed him harder as he wrapped his arms around her.
All of a sudden, Sam got a chill. She felt like someone was watching her. Jason felt her tense up and immediately released his arms from around her, allowing her to sit up.
She glanced around the apartment, but it was dark and she couldn't see anything. She was probably just reacting anyway. But she couldn't get the feeling out of her mind.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Jason asked, worrying creasing his face. He became alert, peering through the dark for the threat that may not even be there.
"I…I feel like there is someone here. Watching me." She said hesitantly. "You must think I'm crazy." She said, letting her head fall forward, her hair shielding her face.
"Sam." he put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I would never think you're crazy. I believe you." He told her, pushing a stray hair gently away from her face. He put his hands on her cheeks, making her look him in the eye. "I love you, and I will protect you. I promise."
She nodded, kissing his lips lightly.
"Come on." He said suddenly, standing up and taking her hand. He started leading her out the door.
"Wait, where are we going Jason?" Sam asked, grabbing her purse before she was ushered out the door.
He closed the door behind him. "I don't want to leave you here. You'll be safer at my place." He said, gripping her hand.
They walked down the silent hall. Jason glanced over his shoulder, sensing something, but the hallway was vacant.
When they reached the parking garage, he opened the passenger side door for Sam and promptly got in himself. Sam reached over and locked the doors firmly.
Once the pair had exited the apartment, a figure had stepped out of the shadows. He was hovering by the entrance of the balcony, where Sam and Jason had been moments before the party ended.
He was so close to have grabbing Sam, if only it weren't for Jason's presence.
What was he doing there anyway? He was supposed to be long gone, after the guests. Only Lucky had stayed, and he would have been easy enough to get rid of. But he had stormed off and Jason had swooped in to be the hero. It wasn't like he could kill Jason.
But he would get his hands on Sam, as soon as fate allowed it.
He went out to lean over the balcony, watching as Jason and Sam departed. Little did they know someone was watching their every move. Quite sad, really, how unobservant people were.
"Next time you have a party, you should invite me!" he called out, knowing that they couldn't hear him. He started laughing.
He made his way into the living room and headed to the front door. As a second thought, he reached over and grabbed the key that was hanging by the front door on a little hook.
Easy access. He thought and laughed again.
He walked out the front door, calmly shutting the door behind him.
His patience was wearing thin, time was running out.
He better get Sam soon, or it could be hell for all.
Hours and a lot of work later, Kristina was exhausted, but had a beautiful baby girl held in her arms.
She had decided to name her Abby Samantha Davis. She wanted her middle name to be after her older sister, whom she admired so much. She couldn't wait to go home and tell Sam. if Sam had woken up yet.
That was the worst part, not knowing what was going on in Port Charles. She had left at one of the worst times.
But now was not the time to think about all that, and with baby Abby in her arms, she didn't have too.
When Abby had first been born, all she had done was scream. But after Melissa had cocooned her in a soft blanket, she had quieted down. Thankfully, Melissa had some left over baby things from when Noah was little, including formula. So Abby was well fed, and now lay, gently dozing on Kristina's chest.
Krissy leaned down and kissed Abby's soft, pink head. She had a little fuzz for hair that was a light brown color.
Melissa had been great, supporting her the whole time. Even when Kristina wanted to give up, Melissa had been there, pushing her through. There had been a lot of tears and pain, but now Kristina could see, it was all worth it.
Melissa had taken Noah and put him down for his nap, giving Kristina some time alone with the baby.
Even though it had been a natural birth, she was so tired, and still in pain, so she couldn't really move. But while her baby slept, she didn't really need to.
She didn't want to sleep, so she took this time to examine her little Abby.
She could already see that she had her Dad's nose and ears. But the other traits were all hers. Abby had only opened her eyes once, and they had been a light blue color. Melissa said that all baby's had blue eyes at first, but it would slowly change into their new color.
It was hard, thinking about Keifer. She didn't love him anymore, but this baby, they had created her together. To think that he wanted no part in her life hurt. How could anyone refuse this little sweetheart? Granted, she would have much rather this come in her later years, but some things couldn't be helped.
She sighed, watching as Abby's chest moved with her rapid breathing. She didn't want to think anymore. She closed her eyes, and nodded into a light sleep.
When she heard the door open, she kept her eyes closed, turning her head away from the light. She didn't want to be disturbed, even by Melissa who had helped her so much.
She heard soft footfalls, coming closer to her. "Kristina?" Melissa whispered softly. Kristina didn't open her eyes, still.
Kristina felt the weight of her baby being removed, but she wasn't alarmed; Melissa was probably just putting her in a crib so she wouldn't drop her.
Kristina listened as Melissa talked quietly to the baby.
"Yes, Abby." She said, using that annoying voice that people used when talking to little kids. "You are so adorable. And you're going to be my baby someday soon. How would you like that? Huh?"
Kristina kept her breathing slow, listening intently.
"Yes, just like I took Noah from Krissy's older sister, I'm going to take you. Yes I am." Melissa said, in the same sing-song voice. "Just got to find a way to get rid of your real Mama. How should we do that? Hmm?"
Kristina's eyes shot open wide, looking into the dark. She gulped. Oh shit, what do I do now?
"Bye Maxie." Lulu said, giving Maxie a big hug, inside Kelly's "Thanks for taking me out today. I really needed it."
"Anytime. Seriously, I mean anytime. I have nothing to do now that Spinelli is out of the picture." She smiled, but Lulu could tell that her best friend was still upset. She hugged her tighter.
"I'll stop by the apartment more often." She promised. "Must get pretty lonely without me." She joked.
"Alright go back up to your man, I know it's killing you." Maxie said.
Lulu laughed and gave her one more hug. "Good luck with the whole Spinelli thing." She called as she climbed the stairs.
"Pick up the phone and call me once in a while!" she called back.
Lulu laughed as she reached the hallway. It was nice to spend time with her best friend. It was obvious that they had missed each other. And Maxie really needed someone to talk to.
Lulu reached Dante's door and was about to knock when she remembered that Dante had given her a key. She dug around in her purse and then found it.
She slipped it into the lock and pushed the door open. "Hey babe, I'm back." She said as she came in, dropping her purse by the door. "I had a lot of fun." She smiled and looked up at the bed. "Oh. I'm sorry. I woke you up."
Dante looked up sleepily from the bed. "Hey, I missed you." His hair was ruffled, and he gave her a sleepy smile. It made him look adorable.
"Do you want me to go back downstairs? God knows you could use some sleep. I've kept you up enough." Lulu asked, feeling bad that she woke him up. "I could go talk to Mike, make some extra cash."
"No, no. I'm fine." he said, sitting up. He ran a hand over his face, and Lulu could tell something was bothering him.
"No, your not. What's bothering you?" she asked.
He got off the bed and went up to her. He wrapped his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair. It calmed him instantly. But he wasn't sure how to tell her what happened. What he now knew.
She pulled back and kissed him on the lips softly. He buried his head in her neck and she stroked his hair softly.
"Hey, are you hungry? You can tell me over dinner okay? Unless you don't want to talk about it." She added, going over to the kitchen. He followed her.
"No, I want to tell you. It's just that, I don't know how. And I don't want you to hate me." He said folding his arms over his chest.
Lulu stopped what she was doing abruptly. "Why would I hate you? What's going on?"
Dante took her hand and led her to the kitchen table. They sat down, facing each other.
"My Ma stopped by today." He began. "And she told me something."
Lulu looked at him expectantly. "Well, what did she tell you?"
He paused. "She told me who my father was. She had known this whole time. And she just decided to tell me now."
"Well that's great!" she said, grabbing his hand. "You know who you father is, Dante! It sucks that she kept it a secret from you but, now you know." She smiled at him. "So, who is it?"
Her smile faded when she saw his grim face.
"My father is Sonny Corinthos, the man I dedicated my life to bring down. That's the reason I haven't been killed yet. I'm Sonny's son."
"I'm so sorry, Dante. I know that's not what you wanted to hear." Lulu said, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
"And to make matters worse, I freaked out on my Ma and kicked her out of the house. I was just so angry, you know? I didn't want to believe it."
Lulu stayed quiet, thinking.
"So you're okay with a crime boss being my father? You still love me?" he asked, looking up from the table.
She got up and sat on his lap. "Of course I still love you. That's not even an issue. My feelings aren't going to change because of who your father is. You are nothing like Sonny, no matter what anyone says. It's just his genes that you have, but you are your own person. You lead a totally different life then him. And if you decide you want a relationship with Sonny, then I will support you. I will stand by you, whatever you choose." She said.
"That almost makes everything okay." He told her, smiling at her. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
"Mmm, I almost forgot." Dante said, between kisses.
Lulu pulled back. "What now?" she asked.
Dante laughed at the tone of her voice. "No, this is something good. At least I would hope you would think so."
Lulu's eyes narrowed.
He took her hand and her gaze softened. "You know how we were talking about a bigger place to live? Well I was jogging by some place and it was for sale, so I looked into it. It's a nice apartment, just a couple of blocks from here. Perfect for two people."
Her eyes lit up, and she stood up, eagerly waiting for him to finish.
"I was wondering if you want to move in there with me." He said, standing up too.
"Oh Dante!" Lulu exclaimed, jumping into his waiting arms. He lifted her up and spun her around in a circle. He kissed her again.
"I'm guessing this means yes." He said, and she kissed him again.
They ignored their parental issues and the upcoming trial. They got lost in each other.
They held each other tight, feeling as if something in their world was finally going right.
Claudia strode into the Port Charles police department and approached an officer.
"I'm here to see my brother, Johnny Zacchara." She said to the man in blue. He just nodded and led her down the hall to John's jail cell. She had become a regular around here since she visited John two or three times a week. She could find her way to Johnny's cell blindfolded.
When they reached the cell, the cop left her, reminding her that she only had 15 minutes.
She approached the bars of the jail cell, wrapping her hand around it. "John?"
He was lying on the bed, staring up at the slate grey ceiling. When he heard her, he got up off the bed and came to the bars.
He wrapped his hand around hers and she smiled sadly at him. He looked pretty rough; his beard was overgrown and in desperate need of a shave and he looked thinner, his eyes were hollow. This was for being held there for a couple of months. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he got convicted.
"Please tell me you have good news." He pleaded.
"Define good news." She said. "If you mean about you trial, then yes I have good news."
He looked at her. "So I am getting out of here soon?"
"That's the plan." She said. "The trial is on Friday."
"Claudia, I lost track of the days in here. How many days?" he asked crossly.
She glared at him. "Two days."
He sighed, sinking to the floor, his back against the bars. She mirrored his position, so they sat, side by side, back to back, with only the bars separating them.
"Don't worry John; we have the best lawyer Daddy's money can buy. And they don't have much proof. This could go our way. You won't go to Pentonville. You won't end up like Daddy." She said firmly, and it was almost enough to make him believe it. It was almost enough to make herself believe it.
They sat silently for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company, each lost in their own thoughts.
Then Claudia stood up and Johnny followed suit.
"You're going to have to look your best, and right now, well…you need a little work." She smirked.
"Excuse me for staying in a jail cell for months and not being able to look my best." he said snidely, and Claudia frowned.
"You need to work on the attitude, too. You don't want to seem like a rapist. You need to put your best foot forward. So, I will bring you a suit and please promise me you will try to get them to let you shave." Claudia said, hoping all this would work in their favor.
Johnny didn't say anything, only walking back over to his bed and laying down. He looked up at the ceiling with the same blank expression he had before.
"I'm sorry John." She whispered, leaning her forehead against the bars, looking at her broken little brother.
"Time's up!" a guard shouted from down the hall.
"Coming!" she called back, irritated. She turned back to Johnny. "Two days John. Two days and you can come back home."
When he didn't answer, she turned on her heel and left.
The sunlight was warm and comforting when she walked outside the PCPD. It took her eyes a minute to adjust to the bright light. She couldn't help but think about how Johnny hadn't seen the sun for months.
She got into her car and slammed the door, but it didn't make her feel any better. If Johnny hadn't gotten involved with Lulu in the first place, none of this would have happened. She had warned him, but he didn't listen to her.
She turned on the car and rolled down the window. She was about to drive off, when her phone rang, startling her.
She didn't recognize the number but answered it anyway.
"Hello?" she said, tucking the phone against her ear and her shoulder. She put the car in reverse and pulled out of the police department.
"Hey Claudia, its Nicholas."
"Oh, hey." She said, grabbing the phone and holding it there with her hand. "I haven't heard from you in a while." She couldn't help but smile every time she heard his voice.
"Yeah, I know. Anyway I was just calling because I don't think we should see each other anymore." He said, clearing his throat.
"What?" she said, almost dropping the phone.
"Your brother raped by sister. You will always protect your brother, and I will always protect my sister. I don't think we can find some solid ground here." He said.
"But-" she protested. He hadn't made it seem like there was a problem.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"No, it's fine. We aren't really 'together' anyway. We barely see each other. I knew you were avoiding me." She said, feigning nonchalance. Nicholas hadn't made it seem like her brother raping his sister affected their relationship. If you could even call it a relationship.
"I'm sorry." He said again. she could tell he was uncomfortable and wanted to get off the phone.
"Whatever." She said, and then closed the phone shut and whipped it onto the passenger seat.
If she and Nicholas weren't really together, then why did this hurt her so much?
"Thanks." Patrick said, handing the guy some money.
Robin and Patrick had come home from Sam's welcome home party pretty late. The baby sitter had already put Emma to bed, but they were starving, so they had ordered some Chinese food that had just arrived.
"Finally!" Robin cheered, coming into the living room from checking on Emma. "I'm starving." She said taking the bag from Patrick and setting it on the coffee table. "Thanks babe." Robin said, smiling up at Patrick as she sat down on the couch.
"No problem." He said, kissing her forehead and plopping down beside her. "So, Emma's okay?" he asked.
"Yup, sleeping soundly." She said, tearing open the bag. "You are such a good father."
"You think so?" he asked, modestly, taking a container of lo mien from Robin and opening it.
"I know so." She said, grinning and taking a fork, took a forkful of the Chinese noodles.
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
"So, Sam seems to be recovering well." Robin said, trying to make conversation.
He nodded. "Yeah, she has been improving. I'm glad she's home." He said, setting the container down. "And I am glad to be home with my beautiful wife and child." He said, pulling Robin to him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"I love you." She said, hugging him.
"Right back at you." He said and smiled. She laughed. He loved the sound of her laugh.
"Maybe we should take the day off work tomorrow." Robin said suggestively, loosening the collar on his shirt.
"You know we can't do that." He said softly, putting his hands on top of hers. They were so huge in comparison. "But it does sound nice."
She frowned, disappointed, but he knew that she understood. After all she was a doctor, too.
"Maybe we should take advantage of our time alone tonight." He said, winking.
She brightened up. "Let's go." she said, taking his hand
He followed her as she rushed up the stairs.
Michael was walking around, bored. Now that Kristina was gone, things got pretty dull. Playing with Morgan was fun maybe for the first 10 minutes, and babysitting Josslyn was not the highlight of his day. What he really needed was some time with people his own age.
The problem was that the time in his coma took all of his old friends away. They had changed a lot in the past year and had no need to hang out with the deranged kid who woke up from a coma and had a mob boss father. Nobody wanted to let him into their own circle of friends.
He found himself walking down a street, only a couple of blocks away from his house. The heat was brutal out here and he needed something to drink.
He was about to turn around and go home when he spotted a moving truck perched in front of one of the houses at the end of the street.
Curiosity got the better of him and he strolled casually down the street.
As he approached, he noticed the movers were almost done bringing the stuff in. They were hoisting a couch from the back of the moving van. By the looks of it, the family moving in were pretty average. They didn't have fancy furniture, but they didn't have ratty old furniture.
After the couch was inside, he noticed someone sitting on the front steps. It was a girl, who looked roughly about his age. Maybe things were changing after all.
He wanted to talk to her, but didn't want to seem like a creep for approaching out of nowhere. After a few moments of debating, he decided to go say hello.
As he got closer to the steps, he could see her face, but she hadn't noticed him yet. He stopped in his tracks and his heart skipped a beat. She was gorgeous.
As if she could feel his presence, she turned her head toward him. She gave him a curious look and reached up to pull out the headphones to the iPod she was listening to.
"Can I help you?" she asked, with a slight drawl.
"Uh…I…" he stuttered and she frowned slightly.
She had golden blonde hair that fell in rivulets down her back and shined in the sun. She had wide, doe eyes that were a light blue color. Her skin was slightly tan, like an olive skin tone.
He suddenly became aware that he was freaking her out. This was his chance to have a real friend, someone who knew nothing about him or what Port Charles was like. This was his shot, and he was seriously blowing it.
Say something you idiot, he commanded himself, and finally he was able to form a comprehendible sentence.
"I'm Michael. I noticed the moving van and just wanted to welcome you and your family to Port Charles." He cringed, realizing how lame that sounded.
It seemed to do the trick. Her feature softened and she smiled. He couldn't help but notice that she had a dimple in one cheek.
"I'm Kathryn, but you can call me Kat. With a K not a C." she added, standing up and holding out a hand to shake.
Michael wiped his sweaty palm on his shorts before he took her hand.
When they were finished, she glanced behind her at the open door of the house. "Come on let's walk a little." She said.
They proceeded to walk up and down the street, asking each other questions.
He found out that her full name was Kathryn Michelle Jennings. She was 17 and moved from a small town in Kentucky, so Port Charles was going to be a change for her. She had a sister named Emma, who had just turned 11. Her mom worked from home and they moved because of her father's job. She didn't speak too much about her parents, but since they just met he didn't press it any further. She was going to school at the same high school he was, so he offered to show her around which she accepted. Her favorite color was purple and she had a dog named Muffin. Muffin was a golden retriever puppy which they got to help Emma with the move, but Kat really took care of her.
He told her about Morgan and Josslyn, how he had just found out her had an older brother, Dante, and how he was almost 18. He told her that his half sister, Kristina had run away a couple months ago but no one knew why. He told her that his Mom and stepfather owned the Metro Court Hotel, and her mouth dropped open, in awe. He told her that his dad real dad was dead but that his adopted father was relatively out of the picture. He told her that he loved dogs, but didn't have one because his Mom was allergic and that his favorite color was red.
They had walked and talked until it got dark, and they started heading back to her house. They had become best friends over the course of an afternoon. They had an instant connection, and Michael was practically glowing at the fact that he had a new friend.
As they got to the house, her shoulders slumped and she grew quiet. He pretended not to notice. He didn't want her to tell her anything she didn't want to. Besides, he was keeping things from her too.
She didn't seem to want to go inside, so he sat on the stoop with her until the door creaked open behind them.
An older man had opened the door and was glaring down at Kat. Michael presumed that it was her father.
"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm-"
"Kathryn get inside. Now." Her father ignored Michael and his tone left no room for argument.
"I'm sorry Michael, I have to go." she said, hurriedly standing up and was almost inside when he spoke.
"It was nice to meet you Kat. You know where I live, we should hang out. See you later."
She smiled sadly over her shoulder at him as her father ushered her inside, none to gently.
Next thing Michael knew, the door was slammed in his face and he was making his way home, under the stars.
He knew that something was up. Once he and Kat became better friends, he would ask her what went on behind that closed door.
He was halfway home when his phone vibrated in his pocket, making him jump. He grabbed at the phone and flipped it open, even though it was an out of area number.
"Hello?"
"Michael. Oh my God, I didn't think you would have picked up!" the person on the other line was speaking in a hushed tone, but he could just barely make out who it was.
"Krissy?" he exclaimed, shocked. "Where the hell are you? Everyone is worried sick. Why the hell did you run away?" he barked questions at her, but he was honestly relieved that she was alive and that he was the first person she contacted.
"Michael, I can't talk long. She's going to come back soon. The main reason I called you is that I need help." Her voice was full of fear and very urgent.
"Where are you? How can I help?" he asked immediately. He would go save his sister, even if he had to drive miles and miles.
"I ran away because I was pregnant, and I ran into this house. There was this girl, Melissa. And she had a son named Noah. I just had the baby this morning, so I can't grab the kids and run. But while I pretended to be asleep, she said she was going to get rid of me and take my baby, just like she did with Noah, who is Sam's son!" she explained in a rush, and Michael barely understood her. "I need help. I don't know what to do, and I'm scared. Please don't tell anyone about this." Michael could hear her voice quivering and he guessed that she was crying.
"I don't know what you want me to do Krissy." He said, scared for her.
She gasped on the other end of the line. "I have to go, she is coming back. Please, promise me you are going to help."
"But-"
"Promise me. Please." She said urgently.
"I promise." He said, and then she was gone.
He ran the rest of the way home, trying to figure out what to do. He also wanted to know why Kristina called him instead of the police. He couldn't do this by himself.
He remembered Kristina asking him not to say anything, but he knew he had to say something to someone. He couldn't save Kristina and two kids by himself. He was not even an adult.
As he sat in his room, staring at the ceiling, searching his brain for the answer, he suddenly knew who to call and ask for help.
He picked up his cell phone and searched in his computer for a number. When he had it, he pushed the send button.
"Hello?" a male voice sounded over the line.
"It's Michael Corinthos. From Port Charles. I don't know if you remember me, but I really need your help."
There was silence. Then, "Of course I remember you. What's wrong?"
"I can't explain over the phone. Will you help?"
He hesitated. "It's not illegal is it? You know I'm a cop…"
"Yeah, I know, that's why I called. It's not illegal. Please, I really didn't know who else to call."
Another beat of quiet. "Alright, I'll help."
"Great, how soon can you get into town?" Michael asked, hoping it would be soon.
"Tomorrow or Friday I guess." He said.
"Alright, please hurry." Michael said. "It's a moment of life or death."
"Hold up, why don't you contact the PCPD, they will know what to do."
"Like I said, it's a long story; I'll tell you when you get here." Michael said.
He sighed. "Alright, I'll start packing now."
"Thank so much, man." Michael said with relief. "This means a lot."
"No problem."
"Oh and, please keep this on the down low, please."
"I figured."
"Thanks again, Cooper."
"Goodnight Michael." Cooper said and hung up.
Michael put down his phone and hopped into bed, thinking about Kristina and about Kat. How did the night go from so carefree to stressing about his sister's life?
Jason pushed open the door to his apartment, and stood back to allow Sam to enter. He followed her in, shutting and locking his door behind him. He wanted Sam to feel safe.
When she stepped inside, she slipped off her shoes and padded barefoot across the floor over to the couch. She lay down on the couch, her head on one of the small, square pillows.
She smiled at him and he couldn't help but think this was just like old times.
"Can I get you anything?" he asked, setting his keys on the table.
"No thanks. Just come sit with me." She said, sitting up.
He glanced up the stairs. It was late, so if Spinelli was here, he had retired up to his room for the night. It wasn't likely that they would be disturbed. He went and slouched down on the couch next to her. She gently laid her head on his chest, her legs curled up beneath her.
He took her hand and traced small circles on it and she concentrated on his breathing. They both kept thinking back on the way they kissed at Sam's apartment.
She picked her head up and looked him in the eye. He met her gaze.
"I love you." She said.
"I love you too." He said to her, sliding a hand up her back. She loved the way his rough but tender fingers felt on her smooth back.
She leaned forward and kissed him on both cheeks, then his nose, and then his lips. He kissed her back, needing to taste her.
She pulled back only a little. "Make love to me." She whispered, her breath tingling his lips, sending heat flowing down his body.
He didn't even hesitate, just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with such intensity.
He stood up, dragging her with him, never breaking the kiss. She jumped up and straddled his hips with her legs. He kept kissing her as he carried her up the stairs.
Sam was reminded of the numerous times that they had done that very same thing. It was one of these times that Noah was conceived. She pushed those thoughts out of her head and stayed in the moment.
They tread as quietly as they could past Spinelli's room, and Sam watched Jason's face as he carried her through the dark hallway, trying to stay silent. She giggled at him and kissed his neck. He ran a hand through her hair, keeping the other one firmly against the small of her back, so he wouldn't drop her.
Finally, they were in the security of Jason's bedroom. It had been so long since she had been here. It was so familiar, and she instantly felt more at home then she had at even her own house.
He started kissing her again, heading towards the bed.
He laid her back on the bed and she released her legs from around him. He hovered over her, running his hands up and down her sides, making goosebumps appear. She placed a hand behind his neck and pushed his face to hers. She kissed him, letting her tongue explore the familiar places that she hadn't felt in a long time.
He hooked a finger under the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward. She broke the kiss only for a second, to help him get her shirt off, and then she dove back in for more.
She slipped her hands under his shirt and he leaned back and pulled it off.
She placed her hands on his chest, running them slowly up and down, needing to feel every part of him. She felt his body quiver, and he buried his face in her hair, groaning.
They undressed each other, slowly. They got reacquainted with each other's bodies. He knew exactly where to touch her to make her gasp for air or moan and she knew where to touch him too.
She gasped, as she finally took in the whole sight of him. There was a glow from the moon, shining in from the open blinds. He was just as beautiful as she remembered, even more so. His muscles gleamed, and his blue eyes looked down at her with a look of pure love. He was leaning down over her, and she could feel his whole body taut, with anticipation.
He was just so perfect. They were just so perfect together. It made her wonder how they ever were apart. She had never met someone who knew her so well. Jason knew everything, even things she didn't want him to know, and she knew things about him that he hadn't shared with anyone else. This just felt so right.
Jason looked down at Sam, bathed in the pale moon glow. He had never seen a sight so beautiful, so breathtaking before. She was just as he remembered her. Her skin was golden and her chocolate brown eyes gazed up at him, drinking in the sight of him. Her hair fell in ripples across her shoulders. They had spent too much time apart, and now was the time to be reunited. Finally. Nothing had ever felt so right.
The necklace he had given her hung down between her chest. His eyes traveled down to the bracelet on her wrist. His eyes narrowed, and she paused in stroking his hair and looked down. Together, they took off the bracelet, as if removing Lucky from Sam's life. Jason took the bracelet and threw it down on the floor, where it rolled under the bed, never to be seen again.
They took it slowly, wanting to savor every moment. They made love, and they loved each other even more. It was perfect for both of them. Nobody had given more pleasure to either one of them. It was one of the most amazing nights, and Sam would never forget it.
When they were finished, they lay atop the covers, facing each other. Jason was stroking Sam's hair as she looked at him sleepily. Their limbs were tangled together, skin against skin.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." He whispered back, and then he took her face in both his hands and kissed her deeply.
He lay on his back and she placed her head on his chest. He stroked her back and she kissed his chest.
They fell asleep like that, together. Forever.
Elizabeth had a box of doughnuts in her hand as she boarded the elevator for Jason's apartment. Things had dropped off between them in the past months, and she wanted to see him. She loved him after all.
She reached his door and she knocked. Even though it was ten o'clock, no one answered. Either he was out or he was sleeping.
She reached around and found the spare key in a plant beside the door. With only a little bit of a struggle, she managed to unlock the door, without dropping the doughnuts.
As she came in, she closed the door behind her and saw Spinelli coming in from the kitchen with his computer.
"Hey Spinelli." Elizabeth said brightly, setting the doughnuts down on the table. "Have one if you'd like." She offered.
He took opened the box and started chewing on one, mumbling his thanks.
"So, is Jason here?" she asked.
"I heard him come in last night, and he hasn't gotten up yet, so he is probably in the bedroom." Spinelli said, helpfully, crumbs spilling from his mouth.
She shook her head and smiled, "Thanks."
She turned and climbed up the stairs, finding her way to his bedroom. She'd only been in there a couple of times. Usually they went to her house or the studio.
The door was ajar, so she didn't think to knock. She just pushed it open…
And screamed at the sight before her.
Sam was in bed with Jason, no clothes, nothing, sleeping under the blankets.
Well, not sleeping now, they were jarred awake by her scream. Spinelli appeared by her side, asking what was wrong, but he cut off when he saw the scene in front of him.
Jason could see the rage piling up in Elizabeth, and he tried to say something that would calm her down. "Elizabeth, I…" but he was at a lost.
"I thought you loved me." She said, starting to cry.
"People change." Sam put in.
"What the hell!" she shrieked and ran at the bed, trying to tackle Sam. She wanted to claw her eyes out and rip out her hair.
Jason stepped in between the two fighting girls, placing Sam protectively behind his back.
"Oh sure, protect her!" she yelled, wiping the tears that were streaming down your face.
"Elizabeth, I was going to tell you-" Jason started.
"Going to tell me what? That we are over? Too late, because I'm saying it now, we are through!" she yelled, and turning on her heel stormed out. He heard her slamming down the stairs, with Spinelli going after her. He heard a big slam and then she was gone.
"Sorry about that." Sam said, rubbing his back. It was clear that she was not the least bit sorry. He wasn't either for that matter.
He groaned, leaning back in the pillows, covering his face in his hands. That was not supposed to happen.
He grabbed Sam's hand, and they lay together in silence, each on their own thoughts.
What did they do now?
