Samsonlove- Dillon and Carly have never had a conversation with each other ever since he has been on the show, at least to my knowledge. Dillon and Courtney had that moment where they danced together at Nik and Em's wedding, and it was great, but, aside from that… they haven't had one either. Of course, given the chance of status quo that my stories have in regards to Dillon, having him talk with Carly doesn't seem that odd. I wanted to do it, because they have a lot in common, which people don't seem to understand. I wanted it to be funnier, though. But, it turned out to be more dramatic, which is fine. I think Sam won the fight, and they were fighting about Jason. Can't really remember the details, though.

Story-

Somewhere in Port Charles-

Courtney looked over at her husband and couldn't help but laugh. She was laughing at Jason, and would make no claim that she was not, but the reason she was laughing certainly was not out of malice. No, the only person who Courtney had ever truly felt malice in her heart for was dead. Lorenzo was gone, and, in some small way, she felt that the death of the child that was caused by his hand had been vanquished as well. Of course, Courtney would always hate the man for stealing something that was so precious to her, and even more for also taking something that meant a lot to someone that she cared about deeply. In killing Lorenzo, Damian lost his innocence. Innocence that should have been his to keep for the rest of his life. Sonny and Jason knew what it was like to lose that innocence, and even they didn't know how to help him. Some things just could not be helped.

Jason looked over at his wife. People would always comment on how beautiful his eyes were, and while Jason may have thought on some level that they were correct he also always thought that his wife's eyes were much more pristine. A purity in them that had not been tainted. Jason's purity had gone away long ago, the minute he picked up his first gun and fired it, killing a man. It had become old hat, kitch to the point where Jason could kill person after person without seemingly showing any emotion in his eyes, or even in his heart.

The smile that was on Courtney's face continued to be there, as well as some sort of laughter that she tried to keep suppressed. Jason didn't mind the fact that she looked so pleasant. He believed that she deserved such a chance, especially since it could have been the last chance that they ever had to be together. "What's so funny, Courtney?"

Courtney took a moment to stop laughing. She tried to talk and then fell into giggles again. Holding her sides, the woman took a deep breath and once more gave an honest effort to halt the laughter. The second time was much more successful, "Look at where we're at, Jason."

"We're at a restaurant."

"Yeah, I know we're at a restaurant, but look at the way that people are dressed around us. See? Everyone's in a dress, or in a suit with a tie… and you… you still have your leather jacket on."

"I like my jacket."

Courtney started to laugh again. She was sure that Jason understood what she was trying to say. He wasn't nearly as dense as people wanted to think he was. Jason had a hidden intelligence that shined in his eyes, one that people wouldn't see unless they looked for it, and most people chose not to look for anything that was redeeming in her husband. They tried to get her to see that as well. Or at least his brother did. Courtney was so glad that she didn't listen. She would have lost out on someone that she loved so much. "I know you like your jacket, and I like your jacket, too. I'm just saying…"

"We're going to pay the same amount of money, and we're going to give a tip that's probably better than the tip that anyone is going to give. If they don't like the fact that I have my jacket on… then they can just go somewhere else. I could buy this place right now if I wanted to."

"Why don't we see how it tastes, first? We haven't been here, yet. Thank you for agreeing to try this place out with me. They gave it pretty good reviews in the paper, and since it's so rare that we ever get to do something together…"

"I'm sorry for that," Jason said softly, rarely feeling the urge to apologize for anything that he had done in his life, but knowing that his wife deserved a chance at true happiness, and while she may have had some sort of happiness with him, and he certainly had some with her, there was also something that was being denied to her because of her relationship with him. "You know that if I could be a different person for you I would do it in a heartbeat…"

"I know that, Jason. But I know that you think that this lifestyle that you have is important to you. I might not agree with it all the time. In fact, I don't really agree with it at all, but I love you. And when you love someone you find a way to accept them for who they are and what they do."

"Elizabeth couldn't…"

"Elizabeth's a different person than I am. I mean, I hate violence, but look at me… I grew up without a father who was even there. Elizabeth's parents were both doctors, weren't they? Even when they weren't around they could still shower her and her sister with things that made it seem like they cared. Me? I had to fend for myself a lot of the time. Dad didn't leave us with anything, and my mom… she always had a few problems of her own." Courtney loved her mother dearly, but there were plenty of times when she wished that she would have been the daughter of someone else. Anyone else. Then she met Tracy, and was glad that she wasn't Tracy's daughter. "I know that things can't be as picture perfect as I want them, and I accept that."

"You just deserve more than I can give you… more than this life gives you."

"I have everything that I want, Jason. Everything that I really want and that I absolutely need…"

"Except for a child…"

Courtney lowered her eyes, "I'm not going to lie. It would have been wonderful to have that baby around, to be able to hold him or her and look into their eyes and see a part of both of us inside of it. But, I have a family, a family that I never would have had if I wouldn't have come here. Besides, I believe in miracles. There's almost no chance that I can get pregnant, but there isn't no chance at all. And, even if we never have a child… even if I never hear someone call me mother, I'll still feel like my life with you wasn't a waste of time."

While the two continued to talk with one another on one end of the restaurant there was another person who was busy trying to look casual. She hated it when she needed to dress up, but she knew that there were times when it happened. It was funny the way that things turned out. She was just looking around the town, trying to get a feel for it when she found them. Jason Morgan and his wife. Sam didn't know much about the woman, and didn't care. Jason was the one who made the headlines, Jason was the one who she needed to deal with. Courtney was just there, and if she got in the way Sam wouldn't hesitate in cutting her down.

Sam's dress fit her figure perfectly. Although she may have hated dressing up with the deepest of passion nobody could deny that she looked excellent when she was doing it. Sam would fit in with the elite of Port Charles society if she could find a way to get rid of the tough girl mentality that she had acquired during her time, but that would not be who she was. If Sam McCall acted differently it would be against everything she believed in.

A man walked up to her, "Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?"

Sam turned her head to face him and took a bite of the pretzel that was in her hand, "Thank you, but no…"

"Come on, just one drink…"

"Listen, I'm sure you're a great guy and all, I can see it in your eyes… but I don't swing that way." Sam was lying. She certainly was not a lesbian, although she saw nothing wrong with people who were. But she didn't want to deal with some guy that was hitting on her while she was working. Sometimes there was an underlying cost at being as beautiful as she was, and Sam was quickly realizing just what that cost was.

"I don't mind. Maybe I can convert you."

Sam smiled sweetly as she pushed the stool out of the way and gently rubbed the inside of his thigh with her shoe, getting higher and higher until she found her mark. "Listen, if you don't walk away then I'm going to be forced to make sure that you never spawn a child that is nearly as perverted as you are. You want to see what a three inch heel does to your reproductive object? I don't think you do, but if you're curious… I'll be all too happy to oblige."

The man gulped and then backed away, "I'm sorry, lady, I didn't know that you would take it like that. I hope you find someone who you can be with…"

Sam smiled, pleased with herself. He really was cute, maybe someone that she could see herself having a night with, but that wasn't on the agenda. Port Charles was not a town that she stopped in to have a little fun, she did it because she needed to do something to save her brother. Danny was important to her, the most important person in her life, the only reason why she didn't just stay at sea.

With the pest gone she could continue to listen in on their conversation. She was close enough to hear them, and yet she blended in so seamlessly with the crowd. One thing took her by surprise: the softness in Jason's voice. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him as he reached over and gently placed his hand over Courtney's.

"Jason… you never did tell me why you decided to do this."

"Do I have to have a reason to take my wife out to a fancy dinner when she deserves one?"

"I'm just curious is all. I mean, it isn't my birthday… it isn't our anniversary, and even then, I have to drag you to these kinds of things."

"Well then let me show you just how willing I was to do this," Jason unzipped the front of her jacket and took it off, revealing his shirt that was underneath. Courtney was used to seeing just a simple t-shirt of some bland color, but, instead, she found herself staring at a button down shirt that was a beautiful dark shade of blue. He looked amazing in it. "See?"

"It's like a late Christmas present…"

"Courtney, I might not be able to always give you things that I want to give you, you know that. You know that no matter how much I try there's always going to be something that is threatening to push me away from you, and even though I don't want to ever be away from you I might not ever have a choice…"

"Jason, that's never going to happen."

Jason held her hand tighter, "I never want it to happen, but you never know if it will or if it won't. Please don't fill your head with false dreams of nothing ever happening to me, because in the end you might get hurt, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something like that happened."

Courtney was scared by the sudden change in tone of his voice. The way that he seemed so foreboding, almost scared. "What's going on… I want you to tell me, right now. Tell me, Jason. Please."

"Sonny thinks that we might not make it out of this one with our freedom, Courtney. He thinks that there might be a chance that John Durant can take us down for everything that we've done. I don't know why he thinks it, but deep down I think it, too. I don't want to lose you, but it might happen."

Courtney shook her head, "That's never going to happen! I won't let it!"

"Don't, Courtney… don't make it harder."

"He doesn't have anything against you, you know that!"

"I know, but that could change. Please, no matter what, just remember that I'm happy for what we had with each other. No matter how long it is, how short it is. If it ends tomorrow, if it keeps on going until we're both old and grey, I love you. I'll always love you."

The woman had to fight back the tears that were threatening to consume her very soul. She was looking at the man that she had loved more than anyone else in the world. And she didn't want to lose him, because she felt that losing Jason would destroy her. So, if only for a moment, she wanted to keep him close. Courtney leaned forward and kissed her husband, gripping his hand with all the strength she could muster.

Sam looked at the two of them embraced. Seeing enough, she got out of her seat, paid for the soda that she was drinking, and walked off.

Port Charles, Park-

"You know, you're going to have to talk to me some time…"

"I didn't ask you to follow me."

"Yeah, well, I thought you could have used someone to talk with."

"Then why have I been ignoring you the whole time?"

"Because you're stubborn like that."

Damian sighed and turned around. No matter how much he tried to ditch Brook, she found a way to follow him. "I'm sorry, I just have a lot to deal with. I'm sorry that she attacked you like that, too. She shouldn't have."

"Well, you're not together anymore, are you?"

"No, we aren't."

"Good," Brook walked over to him and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She had wanted to do it for so long, and it felt like everything made sense to her… now that Maxie was out of the way, they could be together.