A/N: Just two more chapters left after this! I have some ideas for a sequel which I will like much better than this story, but it is going to take a while for me to write it, if I even do. School's taking over my life again, and GH is boring me. Without the inspiration, the stories are harder to write. So, be patient guys, and thanks to all my loyal reviewers.

Chapter 8- The Rescue

Jason reached the old house quickly by his bike. He killed the engine about a quarter mile from the house and walked the rest of the way, his gun out and ready for action. He wasn't about to let anyone get the best of him. Not now. Not when he was so close to Sam. He didn't care that Sonny wasn't with him. This was his battle and he was going to win it himself. Jason reached the house and tucked his gun away. He grabbed on to the drain pipe that ran up the side and gave it a hard tug. It didn't even rattle. Pleased with the results, he began to climb the wall, using the pipe as his support. His eyes were on the single tiny attic window, and he would be dammed if he didn't make it. The climb was slow and dangerous, and he had a few near falls. But Jason just kept picturing Sam's face in his head and it gave him the strength to keep going. He finally reached the window and forbade himself from looking down and seeing how far he had to fall. Grabbing on to the window ledge, he pulled himself up and cursed at the sight he saw.

The window was barred and there was no way he could get through. He grabbed on to the cold steel bars and peered in, seeing only darkness. Once his eyes got used to the darkness, he was able to make out the shape of a person lying down on a bed. Taking a deep breath, Jason whispered her name, hoping to wake her without drawing attention to the room.

Sam had finally stopped crying and had calmed down a little, although the fear that engulfed her was far from gone. The door to her room opened up again and she cowered in the corner of the bed, her strong, independent personality taken over by weaker, more timid traits. A guard walked into the room and roughly threw down some clothes before leaving. Sam had hurried to put on the clothes and cover her naked body. But nothing made her feel clean again. She finally put her head to the pillow and tried not to fall asleep because she feared what would happen if she did. But her raging headache mixed with her sobs and she cried herself to sleep.

She was awoken shortly after from a terrible dream. She blinked as she remembered the dream. All she could recall was Jason calling her name over and over again. That was when she realized that she wasn't dreaming. He was really here.

"Jason?" she questioned in a whisper of her own as she looked hopefully towards the window.

"Sam" he called, relief overtaking him.

She got up the bed and hurried to the window to find him supporting himself on the ledge and holding tightly to the bars to prevent himself from falling. When he saw her he smiled widely and took one hand off of the bars, reaching through them. She took his hand in his, kissing his skin and rubbing her cheek against it, glad that he was there with her.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

"That's not important right now" assured Jason. "What's important is getting you out of here"

"But how are we going to do that? The window is barred and the door is locked. Plus, there are guards everywhere"

"We need to pull the bars off somehow" said Jason.

"How do you expect to do that? What, are you going to cut through steel?" she scoffed.

"That won't be necessary" said a voice as the lights in Sam's room turned on.

Sam turned around quickly and came face to face with Charlie, a gun in his hand and a sickening smile on his face. He quickly grabbed Sam and held the gun to her temple.

"Get your gun Morgan and throw it on the ground below, I don't need any liabilities" demanded Charlie.

Jason did as he was told for Sam's sake and watched as his gun hit the ground below with a loud crash.

"Good, now that that's taken care of…" said Charlie as he raised the gun and shot at him through the bars.

Sam let out a shriek as Jason disappeared from view with a grunt.

"No, not again" she prayed as she struggled against Charlie's grasp. "Please Jason! Be ok" she begged to no one in particular.

Meanwhile, Jason stood holding his breath against the side of the building, still five stories in the air as he held on tightly to the drain pipe, his feet still pressed against the far corner of the window ledge. He took a ragged breath as he tried to collect himself and think. He was in way over his head and he was putting Sam in more danger. He heard her voice calling for him through the window, begging him to be ok, and his heart broke into tiny pieces. She had been through so much. He just wanted to let her know that he was ok, but there was no way to do it without cluing Abdale in on it too.

"Enough is enough baby, let's go" said Charlie as he pulled Sam out of the attic room and down the hallway.

"NO!" she screamed. "Help me, somebody help me!" she begged, her tears and screams reaching outside the window and to Jason's ears, tugging at his heartstrings. He couldn't leave her in there alone anymore. Sliding across the building, he held tightly to the small ledge that jutted out the side of the house, his feet slipping numerous times, and his fingers scraped raw from holding on strongly to the bricks in the wall. He finally made it to a window on the fourth floor. Peering inside, he found that the room was empty. Taking out his spare gun that he had hidden from Charlie, Jason aimed and fired, shooting through the window. The whole thing shattered, shooting particles and fragments of glass all over, including into Jason himself. But that wasn't Jason's worry at the moment. He dove in the window and ran from the room, shooting at the two guards who came to investigate the noise. He ran out into the hallway and quickly found the staircase. He ran up the flight of stairs and pushed his way into the all too familiar room, only to find it abandoned and devoid of Sam. Running from the room, he ran back down the stairs and was deciding which room to try first when he heard her scream. Knowing where he was going, he followed her yells into a room to his right. He pushed the door open and his heart leapt into his throat at the sight that he saw. Sam was bruised and bloodied and being further more attacked by Abdale. Jason lost it, charging at the man, fists ready followed by his gun.

"Nah-ah" said Charlie as he took charge, grabbing his gun and holding it to Sam's head. "Take another step and I'll blow her brains out"

"Just put the gun down" Jason ordered.

"I don't think you're in the position to tell me what to do right now Morgan. I make the calls around here. And I'm telling you to put your gun down" said Charlie with a sinister smile.

Jason lowered the gun to the floor as Charlie called for some guards. They came in and restrained Jason, despite his desperate fighting to get to Sam. Charlie threw Sam on the floor and walked over to Jason. He hit him in the face with the butt of the gun as Sam screamed behind him. He was about to hit him again when two perfect shots rang out and the guards holding Jason fell to the ground, blood pooling around both of their dead bodies.

Sonny Corinthos stood proud and tall behind Jason, a gun held in each hand, and both still smoking.

"Let her go" he said, his guns pointed on Abdale.

"I don't think so Corinthos. Sam's mine. And when I say mine, I mean mine completely" he said as he quickly picked Sam up again and locked eyes with Jason and began to nibble on a crying Sam's neck as she winced.

Jason lost it, giving in to all of his emotions. He lunged at Charlie, knocking him down and catching him by surprise so that he dropped the gun and Sam. Jason punched him over and over again as Sam grabbed the gun and ran to Sonny, just watching in shock as Jason beat Charlie until he was a bloody mess.

"Here man" said Sonny as he threw Jason some rope. "Let's wait to decide just what we want to do with him. Maybe we'll have some fun with him first" said Sonny with a sinister smile of his own.

Jason and Sonny had brought Sam to GH immediately. They had gotten their men to take care of bringing Abdale to the safe house and they were no focusing on Sam. She had sat in Sonny's limo, tightly held in Jason's arms, and just cried. Jason had his arms wrapped so tightly around her that Sonny was sure that she would break. But Sam didn't seem to mind. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed. They finally reached the hospital and Jason scooped her up and tried carrying her in. Unfortunately, he was weak himself. He had lost a lot of blood from a mixture of Abdale hitting him and the glass fragments that were embedded in his skin. Sonny saw him sway for a second and he grabbed Sam from his arms. She got scared for a second when she was separated from him but she soon calmed down when he walked next to her, holding her hand.

When they reached the ER, they were immediately separated. Jason was led in one direction and Sam was put on a gurney and wheeled off in another. Jason fought to get to her, resulting in needing 4 orderlies just to push him down and Monica threatening him with a strong sedative. He finally calmed down a bit and allowed the doctors to check him out. They removed all of the glass particles from him and bandaged him up. The medical staff finally left, instructing him to rest. But rest was something he wouldn't get until he was with Sam. As soon as the coast was clear, Jason put his clothes back on and hurried from the room, searching out Sam's room.

He soon found her and his heart crumbled when he saw her. She was in the hospital bed, huddled up in a tiny ball. Her cheeks were tear stained and she was covered in a mess of bruises and cuts. He pushed open the door and she jumped at the noise before calming down when she saw who it was.

"Hey" he said softly, closing the door behind him and making his way over to the bed.

"Hi" she said in a voice lower than a whisper as she moved over a little so he could sit on the bed.

"How do you feel?" he asked, brushing some of the hair off her face.

Sam pulled away from his touch and he looked at her with a confused look on his face. She took a deep breath and then took his hand in hers, like she needed to make sure it was really him before she would let him touch her. After a moment, she lifted his hand to her cheek and he gratefully caressed her soft skin, glad to have her with him again.

"I'm ok" she finally answered him, but her eyes said she was anything but.

"You sure?" he asked her. "Please don't lie to me" he begged.

"I'm just a little tired" she answered weakly.

Jason hated seeing her like this. This was not the strong, willful, independent Sam that he knew and loved. This was the scared, hurting Sam. The one who shouldn't have to exist, but did anyway. Jason's heart always felt like it was lying in a pile in pieces at his feet whenever she was like this. It was heartbreaking knowing that she felt so scared and alone.

"What did he do to you?" Jason questioned, his blue eyes looking intently into her brown ones.

"I don't even want to talk about it" she said as a sob escaped her lips.

Jason held her close as the sobs took over her body, making her shake and tremble. He threaded his fingers through her hair and let his lips plant little kisses on her neck. He held her so close to him that it was like the two were one. He finally pulled back once her crying subsided and took to inspecting her. She was incredibly bruised and broken looking. Her soft skin was covered in big purple bruises all over her whole entire body. She had two split, swollen lips, and a black eye. She had a long cut across one cheek, and the other had a nice sized bruise. She had a large gash on her forehead and bruises that looked like fingerprints on her wrists, as though he had grabbed her there. She shifted uncomfortably in the bed under his gaze and he stopped his inspection, noting how she was acting. Jason knew the next question to ask. The one question he didn't want the answer to, although he already knew what it was. It was obvious what Abdale had done to her. She wasn't in the same clothes that she had been in when she was taken, and she was pulling from his touch. Besides, it was obvious what Abdale wanted with her.

"Sam" he started slowly, watching her brown eyes fill with tears again as though she knew what he was about to ask. "Did Charlie rape you?"

"Yes" she whispered.

Jason knew what the answer would be but it didn't make it hurt any less. He pulled back a little from her in horror. He couldn't believe that someone would do that to his girlfriend. Forgetting that she was there as the anger clouded him, he jumped up from the bed and stormed out of the room.

"Charlie will pay" he assured her as he walked out, leaving a puzzled Sam behind.

Jason stormed out into the hallway where he ran straight into Sonny.

"There you are" said Sonny as soon as Jason collided with him. "We thought you pulled another hospital escape act"

"Adbale's a dead man" said Jason through gritted teeth as he ignored his best friend's comment.

"Jason, what happened?" he asked as he literally had to hold his friend back.

"He raped her Sonny!" Jason bellowed, causing people to turn around and stare.

"Jason, I am so sorry" Sonny said sincerely. "And I can assure you that Abdale will be taken care of. By you even. But don't think about revenge right now. Think about Sam. How is she taking this?" asked Sonny.

"Shit, Sam!" yelled Jason as he realized he had just left her all alone in a hospital room.

He could only imagine the things she was thinking because he had just left her there. Jason took off running down the hallway and back to Sam. She was going to be his first priority, no matter what. Jason was going to take care of her, and no one, not even himself, was going to stop him from doing so.

A/N: You know the deal, you have to review. Since I have so much to do anyway, I've decided not to post again until I get 10 reviews. I'll post when I get my ten! So get reviewing guys!