Chapter 1

"Oh Jaaaaaason!!!! Why aren't you answering me???" Jason Morgan groaned. He saw Courtney Matthews running towards him. Here they go for the millionth time. Courtney was really getting on his nerves. He got up from under the tree he sitting under, closed his book, and ran as fast as he could.

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Sam jogged home. She walked through the park. It was still summer, but pretty chilly outside. She stopped as she looked at the old oak tree on the other side of the river. She closed her eyes as she remembered Jason telling her about his family's murder.

"Jason? Are you okay? You're so pale! Come on, it's the middle of winter! You're going to catch a cold! I'll walk you home. Your parents must be so worried!" Sam said, as she took his hand and started to lead him towards the town.

"No!" he said harshly. Sam dropped his hand in surprise. "I don't have a home. I don't have parents. I don't have a family. Because of him." Sam didn't understand. "He killed them. He murdered them in front of me. And he left me alive. That bastard. I will avenge them. I'll kill him." His face was emotionless, and his voice was deathly calm.

"I don't understand Jason. Who's 'he'?" Sam asked. She was beginning to understand and felt tears running down her face. The Quartermaines were such nice people. Who on earth would want to kill them? All of them?

"My brother. AJ. He killed them. And now, I'm going to kill him." Jason turned away and walked away from Sam, who was left crying.

Sam opened her eyes, which were full of tears. She just couldn't believe it still. It was nearly ten years already, and still Jason was trying to find AJ. A flash of black caught her eye. She squeezed them shut and opened it again. But it was gone. She sighed and wiped away her tears.

Sam turned around and nearly smacked head on with her worst enemy, Courtney. "Hey midget! Have you seen Jason?" Courtney asked Sam. Sam growled. Both she and Courtney had been after Jason for years. It was amazing. They used to be best friends. But after they both revealed that they liked Jason, they hated each other and still do. But Sam became best friends with Sonny, and more importantly, Jason. And that made Courtney jealous, so Sam was happy.

"Sorry Skipper. Didn't hear a word you said. When you talk, all I hear is 'blah blah blah.'" Sam heard every word perfectly clear, but she was mad at Courtney for calling her a midget. She might be short, but a lot of people underestimated her. She could be just strong as the next girl.

"You heard me perfectly clear!" Courtney yelled at her angrily.

"Yeah, well if I did know where Jason was, I wouldn't tell you anyway. So bug off!"

"Let's get this straight McCall. Jason is mine. You better stay away from him. Or else." Courtney did her best to look tough and threatening, but it came off as Courtney looking a little stupid.

Sam snorted. "Or else what? He isn't even yours! What world are you living in? Oh wait! I completely forgot! You live in a world where everything revolves around you! Well, newsflash! You're not the center of the world!" If looks could kill, Sam probably would have been dead long ago. Courtney looked like she was about to say something, but had decided against that. She just smirked and left Sam standing there on the path.

"He will be mine!" Courtney walked out of sight. Sam shook her head and started to walk again. She walked for a good five minutes before she saw the same flash of black again. She turned around, wondering if she was being followed. She began to move her arms to her back. If she was being followed, she would need her gun.

"Sam. It's just me." She saw Jason walk into the clearing. She rested her hands.

"Jason! You scared me to death! Why can't you be normal and yell 'Hi!' God!" Sam cried as she hit him playfully in the shoulder. Jason smirked. Jason only really showed emotion to her and shut out the rest of the world. Sam was glad because she felt like she had a place in his life, even if it was just a small one.

"Listen Sam, I need a favor from you. It's really important. You might want to sit down." Jason gestured toward the bench not to far away.

"Jason, we don't need to sit. You know that we're best friends and that I'd do anything for you." Sam smiled. It probably wasn't a big deal.

"Are you sure Sam?" Jason looked at her uncertainly. She nodded. "Ok. This is harder than I thought it would be." He fidgeted with his fingers, which he never did. Sam noticed this.

"What's going on Jason? You're beginning to scare me." Instead of answering, he took her small hands in his.

"Sam, marry me."