Two weeks had passed since Sam had been staying at Coleman's room upstairs. As Sam had left Sonny had begged her to do one last thing and had Coleman rent out the extra room upstairs so that Sam could stay in Port Charles a month longer. But as Sam sat on her tiny cot upstairs she was not happy. She fidgeted with her fingers as her brain wondered deep in thought. She was in trouble. In another case of deep shit. Her eyes were glossy with tears and a large lump was caught in her throat. All she knew was she had to get out of Port Charles. Had to leave and go somewhere far away to get out of the mess. Slowly she wiped away the tear that lay wet on her cheek and then got up from the bed. Taking her backpack she shoved all of her belongings that were in the room into one bag. Then slinging it over her shoulder she turned on the heel of her dirty black boot and headed down the stairs. As she reached the bar she ignored Coleman and headed out the door but as doing so bumped into someone knocking her bag out of her hand and onto the floor. Things had spilled from it as the process had happened. "Watch where you're going asshole" Sam told the person who had bumped into her. She continued to not look up and shoved things into her bag.

Slowly the person who had ran into her knelt down beside her. "Sorry" Jason said. Sam recognized the voice and looked up to find herself starring into Jason's blue eyes. He continued to help pick her belongings up and put them into her bag. Suddenly he picked up a white plastic applicator. He scanned it carefully his eyes growing larger as he did so. Sam who was continuing to throw things into her backpack noticed Jason holding the applicator. She immediately snatched it away from his hands.

"Sam is this a pregnancy test?" Jason asked. "Are you pregnant?"

Sam couldn't lie. Telling the truth was her only escape. Well sort of. "Yes" Sam said quietly.

Jason continued to stare at the test. "Who's the father?" he asked. In his mind and in his gut he knew it was himself but he hoped to god that it wouldn't be.

Sam didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him he was the father. She had to think of a lie. Sonny, no. Alcazar, hell no. Mike, gross. Coleman, grosser. Wait she had it. "Lucky Spencer."

Jason felt relief come over him. "Oh. Well then congratulations. To the both of you" he said to her but as he did so he saw Sam was already gone.

What had she done? Lucky was her best friend not the father of her child. The two of them had been bestfriends for so long and she hated the fact that she had drug him into the whole mess. The two of them had been bestfriends in high school in Boston and Lucky was the one who had brought her to Port Charles. Of course he hated the fact that Sam joined the mob but he loved her like a little sister anyway.

Sam knocked on the door of apartment b14 waiting for an answer. She fidgeted with her fingers as she did so and as the door finally opened gave out a sigh of relief.

"Hey Sam" Elizabeth Webber said as she opened the door to see Sam on the other side. She studied her face to see that distress was written all over her. "You okay?" she asked.

Sam shook her head. "No." she told Elizabeth. "I need to see Lucky"

Elizabeth opened the door wider and let Sam inside. "I'll go and get him" she said leaving Sam in the living room. Sam's heart raced as she waited. What was she going to tell Lucky? How was he supposed to pretend to be the father?

"Hey" Lucky said as he walked into the living room to find Sam.

"Hi" Sam said back.

"So I hear there's something wrong. What is it?" Lucky asked looking at Sam.

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

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

"Are you sure Lucky?" Sam looked at his uncertainly. He nodded. "Ok. This is harder than I thought it would be."

"What's going on Sam? You're beginning to scare me." Lucky said looking at Sam with suspicious eyes.

"Lucky I'm pregnant" Sam blurted out. Lucky felt his heart stop as he remained silent.

"You're . . .you're . . . oh my god" he said. "Who's the father?"

"That's the problem. It's Jason but he said he doesn't want to see me again. So I I . . . Lucky I told him you were the father" Sam confessed.

"You what!" Lucky shouted. "Sam I can't be the child's father. I mean what about me and Liz?"

"Lucky I know I feel terrible" Sam said. "But I just need you to pretend to be the father"

Lucky shook his head as he took a seat on the couch. "I don't know Sam" Lucky told her.

"I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't have drug you into this" Sam said sitting next to him. "I'll just get the abortion"

Lucky looked at her with his shining eyes. "No, I'll do it" Lucky said.

"Lucky are you sure?" Sam asked.

Lucky nodded his head. "Yeah. I'll talk it over with Liz. Besides I already promised you I'd help you" Lucky told her. Lucky slowly stood up from the couch but Sam stopped him.

"Wait" she said. "I don't know now. I think the abortion might be best. For everyone" Sam told him. She choked back tears.

"No Sam don't do that" Lucky told her sitting back down. "Me and you can work this out. You can have the child and we'll raise it together"

Sam shook her head. "That's the problem. I don't want to raise a child. I don't want to be a mom" Sam said a tear dripping from her cheek. Lucky wiped it away.

"Sam I can help you with this" Lucky told her.

"Lucky I know how you can help" Sam said sniffling. "Just hold my hand through the abortion. Alright?"

"Sam-"

"No Lucky just be there for me okay?" Sam said.

Lucky nodded his head. "Alright. But only if you really want to do this" Lucky told her.

"I do" Sam said.