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Part 26

Age: 26 3 Months

Jack looked at the newspaper with satisfaction as he picked up an exacto knife to cut the article out. There was a picture of Samantha standing outside of Donald Franklin Jr's house in California. Although the minister who had married them had already died when Jack began killing, he'd found his Son was alive. Taking the time to observe Donald Franklin's Son, Jack decided the world would be better off without him. The young man was a drug addict who would have been a great disappointment to his Father were he alive. So Jack had drowned Donald Jr. and left murder mystery set in Ohio at the scene.

When Samantha had joined the FBI, Jack was intrigued. Had she joined because of what Billy had done to him when they were young? Did Samantha join because she wished to track him down? Several times he'd been very close to Samantha wearing a disguise and observed her with pleasure. Did she know he was watching her? Jack would let her pretend to be Tom's for a while longer, but he needed to start reminding her of who she belonged to. She hadn't wanted to leave him and while he wasn't certain of how his Father accomplished separating them he would see to it that she remembered him.

Last year Jack had been very disappointed to learn that Dr. McClintock had taken his own life eight months after Jack went to Russia. Although the doctor had betrayed him, the fact he let him keep his wedding ring and gave him one blissful dose of pain medication had bought him a reprieve. Jack had wished to question Dr. McClintock to see if he could learn anymore about his Father's betrayal. Instead he'd come across Davy McClintock, the doctor's Son. The young man who Dr. McClintock had betrayed his hippocratic oath for, was accused of molesting several young boys at a camp where he'd worked. Incensed, Jack had tied Davy with orange electrical cord to a chair and stabbed him over and over with a knife.

Reading the article about the Franklin murder, Jack smiled. His Samantha had connected all his killings so far and was quoted as saying he was a homicidal Jack-Of-All-Trades. She had once called him a Jack-Of-All-Trades when they were together, did she know it was him? Had she figured out what he was creating for her? Scowling slightly at the article, he crossed out a sentence with a black marker that said he'd killed Maude Martin and shown signs of remorse. Maude wasn't his work, but Jack knew who had killed her and knew that one day it would come in handy.

While doing an internship in a mental hospital, Jack had met up with Donald Lucas who was obsessed with one Sam Anderson whom he went to Sunday School with. Lucas was irritating, but with careful manipulation, Jack had undertook a labor of love for his Samantha and knew one day his struggle would be worth it. Revenge was rewarding, but Jack intended to see to it that when Samantha finally saw what he'd created in the name of his love for her, that they would be together to enjoy it. Jack read newspapers from all over the country every day, gleaning any information on any promising murders. Finding killers before the FBI was a game for him and he cultivated their acquaintances. Manipulating the patterns of his kills and influencing theirs, Jack had created several excellent patsies to ensure his continued freedom.

Samantha read the article which misquoted her and felt furious. All over the country the name Jack-Of-All-Trades had been embraced in the press and now the name Jack was everywhere and constantly on the lips of law enforcement. Sitting at her desk, Samantha pulled the chain with her Alpha ring out and looked at it. She hated hearing the name Jack non-stop, it was like a knife in the heart every time she heard it. When a man approached her desk with a bouquet of roses, Sam brightened slightly.

Last night she'd had too much to drink and had dreamed of Jack. The dream was decidedly erotic and she'd thrashed and moaned in her sleep. As Samantha writhed and came for the first time ever in front of Tom, she cried out Jack's name over and over. Tom was furious this morning and yelled at Samantha. While he was usually very nice about her lack of interest and passiveness in their sex life, seeing his wife in the throes of passion while dreaming of another man had infuriated him.

The roses were beautiful and Sam pulled the card out. Expecting to see Tom's writing and an apology, she was shocked to read, You work too hard. This wasn't Tom's writing, who had sent it? In light of her erotic dream that angered Tom, Sam threw the card away and gave the roses to an elderly receptionist. The roses coupled with Sam's dream saddened her. How did one go through life, when their life had ended at the age of twelve?

Samantha wondered how Tom would react if she ever told him the truth. When she regained her memory of Jack, Samantha had slipped off to Ohio one weekend when Tom was at his parents and visited her first husband's grave. Although Tom would be furious if he knew, Samantha paid money every month for the caretaker to place roses on Jack's grave every week. She'd even considered trying to get Tom to move to Ohio, but he wouldn't hear of moving away from their house that was a mile away from his parents.

Maybe life would be better soon. The doctor had confirmed earlier that day that she was pregnant and hopefully having someone to love would help Samantha. Leaving work Sam met Tom for dinner and told him the good news. Although she was in perfect health she lied to Tom and told him that the doctor didn't want them to have sex very often. Relieved to have an excuse to avoid Tom's attentions in bed, Samantha felt little guilt. While Tom cared about her and did make every effort to please her, she felt nothing.

Sometimes Samantha thought she had only imagined enjoying love making, but fiery dreams haunted her and left her wanting. Last week when Tom had gone to visit his cousins for a couple days, Samantha had dreamed heated dreams of Jack. With her husband gone, she had gone outside. Sitting a citronella candle down by a rose bush in the backyard, she spread out a blanket and lay down. In the dim light Samantha stripped off her nightgown and thought of her first love. Moving her hands over her body, Samantha brought herself to climax for the first time since Jack's death. As Samantha cried out his name, she was unaware being watched in the darkness.

Any doubts Jack had as to whether Samantha had loved him or not were assuaged in one glorious moment. Watching his wife bring herself to pleasure and cry out his name, Jack was convinced that he was doing right. His creations of death would be the most glorious puzzle ever created, though he would woo his wife back with roses, their mental dance would ultimately reunite them. After Samantha recovered from her orgasm, she began to cry. It took every ounce of strength Jack had not to run from his hiding place and to comfort her, but it wasn't time yet and as she sobbed he heard something which fascinated him.

"Oh Jack" Samantha sobbed. "Why did you leave me? It hurts so much without you. I don't love Tom, I can't. Why did you have to leave me alone? I loved you so much."

Listening to Samantha, Jack closed his eyes and smiled. Soon she would be his again and they would never be apart again. Soon my Samantha, Jack thought. But until then, I'll be watching you. Waiting for you. Maybe I need to tell you how much I love you. Only you my love were intelligent enough to recognize my work, next time I shall sign it specially just for you. After Samantha went inside, Jack remained in his hiding place, savoring the evening until the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Shortly after seeing Samantha's late night exploration, Jack went to Patti Hofstead and killed her, but refrained from signing his work. After learning about her pregnancy, Jack was enraged at the tangible proof of her infidelity, but didn't wish to upset her. While he'd known she slept with her husband, it repulsed him the idea of Tom's child within his Samantha's body. Despite his anger, Jack would never risk harming his wife, so he refrained from letting her know his creations were for her.

Killing off a hitchhiker after Patti, Jack drove to Memphis and spent several weeks with his adopted family. One day Sofia took him to the clearing on a picnic and he told her about Samantha's marriage and pregnancy. Although he didn't mention his creations, Jack blushingly told Sofia of seeing Samantha outside and how she said his name.

"I am not likings her being with this Tom person. But Jack, how are you going to be feelings when she has his child" Sofia asked.

Sighing, Jack responded"I don't know. I hate that it's his child she carries and yet part of that child is her. I suppose I shall both love and hate the baby, but for Samantha I could learn to like her child."

"You cannot learn to like a child, you either love them or don't" Sofia replied. Then assured him"I do not think you are bad for hating baby. But I am most interesting in why Samantha thinks you left her."

"That makes two of us Momma" Jack told her.

Age: 27 Years

Jack paced nervously in his janitor's uniform at the hospital. Earlier Samantha had arrived and soon would have a local anesthetic as the doctor performed a C-section. Today his Samantha would become a mother and he hated it. When a commotion erupted in the area of her room, Jack panicked, but couldn't get any closer to investigate. He knew she wasn't feeling any pain because he'd read her chart over himself and they were medicating her quite satisfactorily, but he heard her begin to scream. Was something wrong with the child.

Throughout her pregnancy, Samantha had felt a strange sense of deja vu, it was almost like she'd done this before. She knew she was going to have a girl and she and Tom were naming the baby Chloe, Samantha hoped that naming the baby what she would have with Jack would make her feel better. Now in the delivery room, seeing the masked faces and the shining lights above her, images filled her mind. Another room with her Father and Dr. McClintock came to her and Samantha began to scream.

The staff vainly tried to comfort her and find out what was wrong, they had never witnessed anything like this before. Suddenly as Chloe was born and the nurse offered to give Sam her daughter, Samantha began to sob. Once the doctor stitched Samantha up, he finally sedated her. After Samantha had settled down and she was alone, Jack snuck into her room and placed a single red rose from a bush he'd transplanted from the clearing to his home. Gently kissing her forehead, he swore to punish whomever had hurt her.

Two weeks later, Samantha was back at work. Unlike most new mothers, she was glad to leave her child. Looking at her daughter ripped her apart because it made her think of another baby and the most painful betrayal she'd ever experienced. Her complete memory was back and nothing would ever be the same. Although she would try to be a good mother for Chloe, she knew she could never truly love her.

Bailey was grateful Sam had returned from her maternity leave early, there had been a very bizarre murder of a doctor. Dr. Dexter Nelson had been found dead from having been operated on while alive. The murder scene was quite grotesque and a technician had found a troubling message with a luma light. On the wall over the doctor was the message, Love you Sam and it was signed, Jack...