Chapter 7

The storm was over and we survived, but I didn't feel like a survivor. I felt damaged. Naked, I stood on the deck of the boat with only a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me. Tears were dwelling in my eyes and it took every piece of strength to restrain them from falling. Alone. I felt so damn alone.

The deck was wet from the rain, but the waters were mysteriously calm. The air smelled fresh and mystical. The stars were bright in the sky and the moon was large and magnificent.

"You okey?"

I heard him ask but I didn't turn around to face him. I didn't want him to see me so vulnerable or so weak. So hurt. So confused. So broken.

I felt his strong arms on my back, slowly traveling to my shoulders and before I knew it I was leaning into his chest and his arms were wrapped around me. Silent protection. Intimate protection. Love. I realized I was falling in love with him again. Or was it just lust?

"Tell me what's wrong," he spoke in a whisper.

"I thought I could remember," I said and felt the restrained tears leak out like rain from silver clouds. "Everything I try. Everything." My voice suddenly weakened and became tearful and sad. "And nothing works, I just can't seam to remember."

His arms tightened around me and I could feel his heart beating evenly like a drum of life and love. "Maybe you shouldn't push it. Don't worry, it will come to you. It usually does to amnesiacs."

I don't know how he managed to calm me down in such an irrational state, but he did it. I don't know if it was his protective touch, or his wise and logical words, or was it his heart beating so silently, yet so noticeably. Either way, he made me feel better. "Thanks."

"For what?"

I felt his even and calming breathing on my hair and it felt like light kisses of the wind. Love was like the wind. It can't be seen, but it could always be felt. Love can be calm and relaxing like the light breeze, or it could be strong and powerful like the winds of passing storms. Love can even be dangerous, but it could also be the only form of survival. And while I felt the soft wind blow, I also felt the strength of his love. "Thanks," I said once again. But this time, I shifted my body around and finally faced him. Staring into his caring eyes, I touched his cheek with my hand and felt the warmth of his skin. The warmth that traveled through my body in a form of chemistry. "For caring, for loving, for protecting. For everything."

I felt his wind like kiss on my forehead. He took all my pain away.

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The morning sun shined bright and I was still happy from the previous night. The whole morning my mind eighter played out the night of passion we shared, or the intimate moment on the docks. Before that night, I didn't even know that intimacy didn't always have to be sexual, but he changed my mind and taught me that love is intimacy, and not just sex.

I climbed out of the boat which was tied up to a dock in Maine. Jason Morgan took my hand and lead me protectively out of the boat and onto the wooden docks.

"Now remember," he said as he lead to towards the street where two cabs waited for us. "You go to the hospital and ask around. And I'll go to the public library and check out the newspaper archives to see if there was an article about you."

We needed to find out if there was a lifeboat near by when I was found. If it was, then that was proof enough that I was Sam. After finding out about how I was found and all the details, we were planing on going to Port Charles where Sam's DNA was on file at the hospital there, so we could do a test and compare results.

"And come back straight to the boat when you're done," he said as he opened the door to one of the cabs for me.

I sat down and smiled at him. "Good luck."

"You two," he said.

He didn't kiss me before he walked away. He didn't say he loved me. He didn't even shake my hand or do any kind of gesture. He just looked at me. And his eyes said a lot more then any touch or word can say. His eyes spoke of endless love. I was still smiling when the cab drove off.

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Jason read the last article he could find and still there was no mention of a lifeboat. All the articles said one thing: that a woman was found wounded on a beach and her lungs were full of water. Nothing more then that. None of the articles had pictures attached. He assumed that she was too damaged to not scare people. The readers wouldn't want to see somebody bloody and scratched. But damn it, maybe if he was the pictures of what she looked like, maybe he could look at the shape of eyes and the lips. Obviously, there had to be an explanation why the red haired Sam's eye shape and lip shape was different from the brunette that he had known and lost.

He left the library after finding no success whatsoever. He knew he had to get back on the boat, she was probably waiting for him, and she probably found out more then he did. But he didn't go straight to the boat. He went to the police station. Maybe they had the incident on file. Sometimes cops did have information on stuff like that. Obviously, an examination had to be done to prove that she was out of the water rather then beat up. So maybe the police could have a file which contained a picture.

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Disappointment spread through Jason as he walked out of the police station and sat into the cab. The police had a file on the incident, but they refused to show him. Since he didn't want to get arrested, he decided to not steal it. After all, this wasn't Port Charles, it wouldn't be so easy for him to get away since his lawyer would have to travel all the way to Maine. And he didn't have the time for a senseless arrest. He wanted to get back to Sam, and not a minute should be wasted.

When the cab pulled up by the docks, he paid the driver and climbed out.

He walked down the docks until he reached his boat and climbed aboard.

"Sam!"

No answer. Maybe she didn't hear him. Maybe she was distracted or busy. He opened the door to his room. She wasn't there. Her room. She wasn't there. The living room. She wasn't there. The kitchen. She wasn't there.

Sudden shock and fear ripped at him as he wandered where she could possibly be. Then he noticed a note on the kitchen counter. He grabbed the note and read it.

'Sorry.

Please don't search for me.

Sam.'