(I own nothing, I wish I did, but I don't so that's that. This chapter
jumps around a lot, because I'm trying to follow the storyline, as best as
I can.)
So, there Sam was, holding her cheek absolutely perplexed. It was so sweet and gentle, God, and it made her feel special. Usually, Sonny is the one who makes her feel special, in a sort of 'second best special' way; its not the same 'special' that he makes Carly, the love of his life feel. With that kiss, Jason transformed Sam into a princess, in that instant she was the sun to his universe. She was thankful to Jason for making her feel, even if it was only for that moment.
"I guess this is the way, Courtney feels" Sam thought out loud, as soon as she spoke those words, she began to feel guilty and envious at the same time. Sam stubbornly fought away her feelings, it was only on the cheek she thought. However minuscule the kiss was, it also seemed uncharacteristic of their relationship. Relationship? What relationship, it was more along the lines of an arrangement; but still the kiss felt right. Who was she kidding, it was wrong; she loves Sonny, and Jason loves Courtney. In an effort to ignore this kiss, Sam decided to go shopping for baby clothes.
(Meanwhile on his way to Bailey's Beach)
As soon as Jason left his penthouse, the image of Sam became imprinted on his mind. He cursed himself for allowing the kiss to occur; for he knew that even a kiss that infinitesimal was enough to through him over his cliff of self control. If he stayed in his penthouse a second longer, he would have lost himself in Sam's smile, her voice, her smell, he would have lost himself in her. A part of him wished that he had stayed that extra second, but he knew that this idea was crazy. Jason could not allow himself to fall for Sam, as usual he was bound to suppress his innermost desires for the Corinthos family. He gave up Courtney and knew that he could never allow himself to have Sam, no matter how much he longed to. Still, visions of Sam lingered on Jason's mind while en route to Bailey's Beach, but he pushed them aside because he knew he had to focus on Sam's past.
(Later, after his visit to Bailey's Beach, On his way back to Port Charles)
Sam is not a murderer, there is no way that she could intentionally kill her mother; these were just a few of the thoughts that were plaguing Jason's mind. At this point, he didn't know what to do for Sam, he didn't knew if there was anything he could do. This feeling of helplessness terrified him. He prayed to God that it was an accident, that no harm would come to her or her child; he also prayed that Carly wouldn't do anything stupid. That was Carly, always thinking about herself, not understanding that other people have feeling too, he just hoped that Carly valued their friendship enough to not put Sam and the baby in danger.
(This is after Jason returned to P.C., Sam confessed, and Carly called the Cops. Now Sam is at the safe house.)
Sam Mcall was terrified, terrified that she would be arrested for arson, and murder; terrified her child would be taken from her; and terrified that Jason would get into trouble for protecting her. The story behind her mother's death was cryptic, she knew what truly happened, no one else did, no else could. It was an accident, it was; yet very few believed her. To the police, she was already guilty; and somehow she thought they would find her. The last thing she wanted was her child to be born in prison; her child being taken from her; her child not being able to know her mother, the same way that Sam couldn't know her mother. The one person who Sam knew believed in her, was Jason, and his trust in her was fleeting. Jason vowed to protect her family, but she worried about him. Jason was her family, she wished he would protect himself the way he was protecting her. If anything happened to Jason, she would never forgive herself. He looked out for her. Right now, he was at the store buying some groceries for her, she worried that something would happen to him.
"Thank God you're back. You weren't followed?" Sam asked as soon as Jason walked in the apartment,
"Relax, I know what I'm doing. No one's going to find us."
"Yeah, but I can't hide out for the rest of my life, Jason. Eventually, the cops are going to track me down."
"Sam, I know you're scared. But you're going to have to trust me. I told you I would make this right, and I will"
"How? Everyone in Bailey's Beach thinks I murdered my mother in cold blood. In the eyes of the law, I am already guilty. And they're not going to stop until they make me pay. I just don't want my baby to have to pay for my mistakes, too"
"The night I asked you to lie and say that the baby was mine -- I promised that I would protect you and your child, and that's what I'm going to do, no matter what it costs me."
"No, this isn't fair, Jason! You had no idea what you were signing up for. You didn't know what I was hiding." Part of Sam, wished that Jason would walk away from her, she couldn't allow anything to happen to him. It wasn't fair, Jason had been nothing but good to her, and she was causing him more and more trouble.
"Did you mean to kill your mother?" Jason screamed.
"Absolutely not."
"You swear it wan an accident?" He inquired some more.
"On my baby's life."
"I believe you. And that's that." Jason half-yelled. Sam looked up into his eyes and was amazed, after all the lies she told him, all the things she hid, and was still hiding; Jason stood by her. Moments passed while Sam and Jason stared mesmerized with each other; not fully understanding what was happening between them. Jason was drawn to her, as if she was a ray of shining light; he was slowly losing control. Jason wanted desperately to kiss her, but he fought the core of his very emotions and resisted, embracing Sam in a hug instead of a kiss. Sam held Jason tightly as if she was attempting to hold on to her feelings forever, within seconds the hug morphed into something intimate.
"Thank you" Sam whispered as she buried her head into his shoulders, crying silent tears.
"Hey, don't cry, im gonna fix it, im gonna fix everything, don't worry." Jason whispered to Sam reassuringly. Sam looked up at him, closed her eyes and kissed him. Everything about it, screamed perfection; all of a sudden, there was no Courtney, Sonny, Carly, or the police, there was just her, Jason, and the baby. Jason surrendered himself to her, and the kisses became more passionate and more intense, he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop. He slowly placed his hands in the back of her shirt, gently caressing her. "Ring" The telephone rings breaking the two out of their love stuck trance; Jason tried to ignore this sound, but the rings were persistent.
"Jason, it could be important. Maybe it's Sonny." The second these words left Sam's mouth, Jason's face fell; returning him to the world of control.
"Sam, it was Emily, I've gotta go."
"Jason, wait."
"I'll be back soon, ok?" Jason said as he left the safe house quickly. Jason felt like an idiot. How could Sam care about him? She was clearly still in love with Sonny. She is fragile right now, she was just using me; Jason thought. He felt guilty for thinking about Sam, when his sister Emily was in distress.
"Why am I so stupid?" Sam muttered aloud. She cared about Jason, she was falling in love him. She had to push Jason away from her, and that's what she did; pushed him away. She couldn't let herself fall in love with him, she couldn't do that to Jason. Make him feel for her, and then have to leave; letting him fall for her only to jeopardize his relationship with his best friend, Sonny. She couldn't do that, she had put Jason through so much, she didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to risk his going to jail for helping her, or him having to be afraid, like she was afraid. God, she was so afraid, and felt so guilty. Sam feared this world, so she slipped off into a daydream. (Fantasy) This was the world she wanted to be in, free from everything. It was her family, Jason, and her baby girl; they were sitting on the couch in Jason's penthouse, they were happy.
"Congratulations, baby girl. You did a great job. You didn't cry once." Jason whispered to the baby
"Oh."
"Aw."
"She knew there was no reason for tears, right, baby? And who would've thought Sonny, Michael, Morgan -- they were all at your christening, and they were so proud of you. They love you, just like Jason and I love you." This moment in her head, was perfect; and it was all ruined with a glimpse at reality. Suddenly the door opens and it's the D.A. Rick Lansing.
"Oh, you better get used to it" Sam continued, but Rick interrupted.
"Samantha McCall, A.K.A. Sandra McIntire, I have a warrant for
your arrest"
"You have no"
"The coverup didn't work, Jason. We know that Sam killed her own mother." Rick announced, in seconds. The baby girl cries.
"Wait, there must be a misunderstanding, please." Sam cried.
"Hand over the baby to Jason, please." Rick demanded.
"No." She refused to surrender.
"Hand over the baby now or I'm going to be forced to take him myself"
"Jason" she looked to him, for protection, but right now, there was
nothing he could do.
"It's ok, it's ok, I'll fix it. It's ok, it's ok. Come here, come here, come here. Come here." Jason called.
"I can't imagine growing up knowing that your mother killed your own grandmother." The child continues crying.
"Rick, please" Sam pleaded.
"It's ok, it's ok." Jason said
"Please, Rick, just ve me a minute with her, please. Please, Rick" Sam
continued to plead. (End Fantasy)
Even in a fantasy Sam, was frightened, she wanted for everything to be ok. She wanted her and Jason to be able to raise "their" daughter without having to fear.
"Don't worry baby, Somehow Mommy will make it ok" Sam said to her little girl.
So, there Sam was, holding her cheek absolutely perplexed. It was so sweet and gentle, God, and it made her feel special. Usually, Sonny is the one who makes her feel special, in a sort of 'second best special' way; its not the same 'special' that he makes Carly, the love of his life feel. With that kiss, Jason transformed Sam into a princess, in that instant she was the sun to his universe. She was thankful to Jason for making her feel, even if it was only for that moment.
"I guess this is the way, Courtney feels" Sam thought out loud, as soon as she spoke those words, she began to feel guilty and envious at the same time. Sam stubbornly fought away her feelings, it was only on the cheek she thought. However minuscule the kiss was, it also seemed uncharacteristic of their relationship. Relationship? What relationship, it was more along the lines of an arrangement; but still the kiss felt right. Who was she kidding, it was wrong; she loves Sonny, and Jason loves Courtney. In an effort to ignore this kiss, Sam decided to go shopping for baby clothes.
(Meanwhile on his way to Bailey's Beach)
As soon as Jason left his penthouse, the image of Sam became imprinted on his mind. He cursed himself for allowing the kiss to occur; for he knew that even a kiss that infinitesimal was enough to through him over his cliff of self control. If he stayed in his penthouse a second longer, he would have lost himself in Sam's smile, her voice, her smell, he would have lost himself in her. A part of him wished that he had stayed that extra second, but he knew that this idea was crazy. Jason could not allow himself to fall for Sam, as usual he was bound to suppress his innermost desires for the Corinthos family. He gave up Courtney and knew that he could never allow himself to have Sam, no matter how much he longed to. Still, visions of Sam lingered on Jason's mind while en route to Bailey's Beach, but he pushed them aside because he knew he had to focus on Sam's past.
(Later, after his visit to Bailey's Beach, On his way back to Port Charles)
Sam is not a murderer, there is no way that she could intentionally kill her mother; these were just a few of the thoughts that were plaguing Jason's mind. At this point, he didn't know what to do for Sam, he didn't knew if there was anything he could do. This feeling of helplessness terrified him. He prayed to God that it was an accident, that no harm would come to her or her child; he also prayed that Carly wouldn't do anything stupid. That was Carly, always thinking about herself, not understanding that other people have feeling too, he just hoped that Carly valued their friendship enough to not put Sam and the baby in danger.
(This is after Jason returned to P.C., Sam confessed, and Carly called the Cops. Now Sam is at the safe house.)
Sam Mcall was terrified, terrified that she would be arrested for arson, and murder; terrified her child would be taken from her; and terrified that Jason would get into trouble for protecting her. The story behind her mother's death was cryptic, she knew what truly happened, no one else did, no else could. It was an accident, it was; yet very few believed her. To the police, she was already guilty; and somehow she thought they would find her. The last thing she wanted was her child to be born in prison; her child being taken from her; her child not being able to know her mother, the same way that Sam couldn't know her mother. The one person who Sam knew believed in her, was Jason, and his trust in her was fleeting. Jason vowed to protect her family, but she worried about him. Jason was her family, she wished he would protect himself the way he was protecting her. If anything happened to Jason, she would never forgive herself. He looked out for her. Right now, he was at the store buying some groceries for her, she worried that something would happen to him.
"Thank God you're back. You weren't followed?" Sam asked as soon as Jason walked in the apartment,
"Relax, I know what I'm doing. No one's going to find us."
"Yeah, but I can't hide out for the rest of my life, Jason. Eventually, the cops are going to track me down."
"Sam, I know you're scared. But you're going to have to trust me. I told you I would make this right, and I will"
"How? Everyone in Bailey's Beach thinks I murdered my mother in cold blood. In the eyes of the law, I am already guilty. And they're not going to stop until they make me pay. I just don't want my baby to have to pay for my mistakes, too"
"The night I asked you to lie and say that the baby was mine -- I promised that I would protect you and your child, and that's what I'm going to do, no matter what it costs me."
"No, this isn't fair, Jason! You had no idea what you were signing up for. You didn't know what I was hiding." Part of Sam, wished that Jason would walk away from her, she couldn't allow anything to happen to him. It wasn't fair, Jason had been nothing but good to her, and she was causing him more and more trouble.
"Did you mean to kill your mother?" Jason screamed.
"Absolutely not."
"You swear it wan an accident?" He inquired some more.
"On my baby's life."
"I believe you. And that's that." Jason half-yelled. Sam looked up into his eyes and was amazed, after all the lies she told him, all the things she hid, and was still hiding; Jason stood by her. Moments passed while Sam and Jason stared mesmerized with each other; not fully understanding what was happening between them. Jason was drawn to her, as if she was a ray of shining light; he was slowly losing control. Jason wanted desperately to kiss her, but he fought the core of his very emotions and resisted, embracing Sam in a hug instead of a kiss. Sam held Jason tightly as if she was attempting to hold on to her feelings forever, within seconds the hug morphed into something intimate.
"Thank you" Sam whispered as she buried her head into his shoulders, crying silent tears.
"Hey, don't cry, im gonna fix it, im gonna fix everything, don't worry." Jason whispered to Sam reassuringly. Sam looked up at him, closed her eyes and kissed him. Everything about it, screamed perfection; all of a sudden, there was no Courtney, Sonny, Carly, or the police, there was just her, Jason, and the baby. Jason surrendered himself to her, and the kisses became more passionate and more intense, he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop. He slowly placed his hands in the back of her shirt, gently caressing her. "Ring" The telephone rings breaking the two out of their love stuck trance; Jason tried to ignore this sound, but the rings were persistent.
"Jason, it could be important. Maybe it's Sonny." The second these words left Sam's mouth, Jason's face fell; returning him to the world of control.
"Sam, it was Emily, I've gotta go."
"Jason, wait."
"I'll be back soon, ok?" Jason said as he left the safe house quickly. Jason felt like an idiot. How could Sam care about him? She was clearly still in love with Sonny. She is fragile right now, she was just using me; Jason thought. He felt guilty for thinking about Sam, when his sister Emily was in distress.
"Why am I so stupid?" Sam muttered aloud. She cared about Jason, she was falling in love him. She had to push Jason away from her, and that's what she did; pushed him away. She couldn't let herself fall in love with him, she couldn't do that to Jason. Make him feel for her, and then have to leave; letting him fall for her only to jeopardize his relationship with his best friend, Sonny. She couldn't do that, she had put Jason through so much, she didn't want to hurt him. She didn't want to risk his going to jail for helping her, or him having to be afraid, like she was afraid. God, she was so afraid, and felt so guilty. Sam feared this world, so she slipped off into a daydream. (Fantasy) This was the world she wanted to be in, free from everything. It was her family, Jason, and her baby girl; they were sitting on the couch in Jason's penthouse, they were happy.
"Congratulations, baby girl. You did a great job. You didn't cry once." Jason whispered to the baby
"Oh."
"Aw."
"She knew there was no reason for tears, right, baby? And who would've thought Sonny, Michael, Morgan -- they were all at your christening, and they were so proud of you. They love you, just like Jason and I love you." This moment in her head, was perfect; and it was all ruined with a glimpse at reality. Suddenly the door opens and it's the D.A. Rick Lansing.
"Oh, you better get used to it" Sam continued, but Rick interrupted.
"Samantha McCall, A.K.A. Sandra McIntire, I have a warrant for
your arrest"
"You have no"
"The coverup didn't work, Jason. We know that Sam killed her own mother." Rick announced, in seconds. The baby girl cries.
"Wait, there must be a misunderstanding, please." Sam cried.
"Hand over the baby to Jason, please." Rick demanded.
"No." She refused to surrender.
"Hand over the baby now or I'm going to be forced to take him myself"
"Jason" she looked to him, for protection, but right now, there was
nothing he could do.
"It's ok, it's ok, I'll fix it. It's ok, it's ok. Come here, come here, come here. Come here." Jason called.
"I can't imagine growing up knowing that your mother killed your own grandmother." The child continues crying.
"Rick, please" Sam pleaded.
"It's ok, it's ok." Jason said
"Please, Rick, just ve me a minute with her, please. Please, Rick" Sam
continued to plead. (End Fantasy)
Even in a fantasy Sam, was frightened, she wanted for everything to be ok. She wanted her and Jason to be able to raise "their" daughter without having to fear.
"Don't worry baby, Somehow Mommy will make it ok" Sam said to her little girl.