Awwww! You guys rock! Thanx for reviewing! Anyway, I forgot to add a disclaimer in the beginning, so here it is! I OWN ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! I also post this fic at Trusted Hearts! I posted up to Chapter 9 there….warning: my fic kind of has a mind of it's own and started to change around chapter 7….

Chapter 5

After having another threatening conversation with Sonny, Jason was a little annoyed. It was bothering him a lot. Why did he care anyway? "Tsk. To ask if I love her... he has some nerve..." he muttered to himself. "That's none of his business anyway." He headed for Sam's apartment.

He tried to tell himself that he didn't care about what his best friend was telling him, but just incase, he wanted to speed the marriage process up. He arrived at the five-storey building. It seemed ok, not that safe though.

He knocked on Sam's door. "Just a second!" came a muffled yell. The door opened, and Jason immediately went in. "Come in," Sam said when Jason was already sitting on her couch. "Enjoy my personal space." She shook her head, laughing. She was used to it. Jason did it all the time. "Want anything? Beer?"

"No thanks." The house was large and bright, the living room was pleasant and warm, and all lights were on. They hurt his eyes but he didn't say anything about it. He continued, "I came to take you with me. I want you to live in the penthouse from now on."

"What? So fast? I mean, shouldn't we wait until we're actually married?" Sam asked. Jason could tell she loved her apartment, and felt bad he was taking her away from it. But he would feel much better, knowing that she was safe.

"About that, how would you feel about getting married tomorrow? Only Carly and Sonny have to be there." Sam gave him a blank stare. "We don't have to." Jason said quickly. He hated pressuring the one person he trusted with his life.

"No, tomorrow's good. And I guess I could move in with you. Just let me pack a bag now. We can get the rest of my stuff another time. Can you wait?" Jason nodded, relief filling him. Sam got her bag and sighed before locking her apartment door.

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"Where will I sleep?" Sam asked. She already knew the answer, but just wanted to see if Jason would actually say the words.

"My room." Sam inhaled. He said it. He actually said it. His room. She'd never seen it. She wondered what it looked like.

"Oh. Ok. I guess I'll put my bag there. I'll unpack later. But right now, I want to go buy a dress. Don't look at me like that. We're getting married, at least let me get a dress!" Jason shrugged. "I'm gonna go now." Jason nodded. "You know, when we're married, you know that you're actually going to have to talk? Yeah, not a concept you would actually understand. But I can teach you!" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"I can talk. I just see that you love to talk, so there's really not much for me to say."

Sam squinted. He wasn't actually serious! "Oh, my gosh! You have to talk, even if it's just a little! Promise? Cross your heart and hope to die?" Sam felt like a schoolgirl, but at the moment didn't care.

"Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die." He repeated.

"Good! Ok, I'm gonna go now before everything closes down. Bye!" Sam turned to leave. Jason grabbed her arm.

"Wait Sam." Then, Jason did the unthinkable. He kissed her.