Sam sighed in contentment at the sound of the zipper of her black, studded ankle boot. Jason had kept his word and had a whole new wardrobe delivered. Sam doubted that Jason had done the shopping himself, but whoever did, she mentally thanked them. It was nice to put on a simple pair of dark skinny jeans, an off the shoulder ocean blue shirt, and a nice pair of 5 inch pair of ankle boots. Sam knew it was stupid of her to put on the boots, but she couldn't help herself. Even though she was trapped in this stupid room, wearing her boots made her happy. It had been a long time since anyone had done something to make her happy, intentional or not.

Sam climbed up into her bed. It was high posted and a deep mahogany in color. Sam made a mental note to ask Jason for as stepping ladder as she sunk down into the comfortable bed. The comforter on the bed was a soft, relaxing shade of blue. It contrasted nicely against her own bright blue shirt. The comforter reminded Sam of beaches, oceans, and water in general. She had always loved water. There was a point in Sam's life where she actually envied water. It was beautiful and free. It was the complete opposite of her.

Carly smiled as she finished packing a picnic basket for herself and Sonny. She was trying to get Sonny's mind off the business. He'd been running himself, Jason, and Johnny ragged about some new threat. If you asked Carly, there was always some new threat that quickly became an old threat. Sometimes, she just wanted to be with her husband, and their friends, without any complications.

Carly smiled as she thought of her friends. Johnny and Olivia were a couple Carly would have never put together, but they worked. Where Johnny was hot-headed Olivia was calm and vice versa. Next, there was Maxie and Spinelli. They barely had anything in common, except for they could both ramble like no other people Carly had ever met. They were a cute air thought. Then, there was her and Sonny. They were simply passionate. There was no other way to describe them. When they fought and when they loved it was always filled with passion. Finally, there was Jason.

He was the odd man out in their group. Jason was single and had been since the last disaster known as Elizabeth. Carly cringed just thinking of what the less than worth woman had done to her best friend. Carly, knowing Jason like she did knew that when he discovered that Elizabeth's son wasn't his a part of him had awakened. He wanted to be a father, but first he had to find a woman who could be his equal. Carly knew it would be difficult to find said woman, but she held out hope.

Jason hung up his phone. He'd just finished a very stressful business call. While business was going well, Jason had just received word that Jerry Jacks was retaliating. A few of his shipments had been blown up, nothing he couldn't handle. What pissed him off was that Jerry's brother, Jax was seen around the area his sister and mother lived. He was now making arrangements to have more protection available for his family, as well as Sam's brother Daniel. The last thing he wanted was someone innocent to get hurt. Then, Jason reminded himself that he had kidnapped Jerry's wife. He knew he had to gear up for war. What better way than to pump Sam for information?

Jason placed his phone back in his pocket. He made his way towards the room that was currently being occupied by Sam. He wondered what she thought of her wardrobe, her new one any way. He hoped that Maxie had listened, when he'd told her what Sam asked for. Maxie had smirked and asked him what was so special about the woman he was having her was buying clothes for? Jason, for as long as she had known him, had never openly paid for women's clothes. Even when he was wrapped up in the worthless model whose name Maxie refused to say or think.

As Jason pushed open the door, the scent of something spicy with a vanilla twinge assaulted his nose. If he had to guess, he'd say that it was Sam who made the room smell so deliciously. Jason walked further into the room, to find that she was asleep on top of the bed. Her soft, dark hair was splayed out around her. She was sleeping so peacefully. For the second time, Jason was mesmerized by how beautiful Sam looked as she slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling in time with the soft breaths escaping her slightly opened mouth. Jason felt the almost uncontrollable need to tuck the lock of hair that had fallen into Sam's face behind her ear. Instead, he clenched his fists tightly. He'd never and urge so strong when it came to a woman before.

Jason walked over to sit in a chair in a far off corner of the room. He could watch Sam sleep peacefully while he waited to talk to her. He could also hopefully rid himself of the urge to tuck the long lock of hair behind her hair. Jason was so wrapped up in his thoughts of Sam, that he fell sound asleep in the chair.

Sam finally came to. She noticed instantly something was different about the room. She felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach. She sat up slowly and quietly on the bed. Her eyes landed on Jason who had fallen asleep. Sam allowed herself to appreciate the man. He was definitely built. He looked so strong and relaxed all at once. His piercing blue eyes, while she couldn't see them now, were definitely unforgettable. They made Sam feel vulnerable and strong all at once. It was a heady combination. Then, there was his wardrobe. He was simple with his black t-shirt that splayed nicely across his broad and defined chest. His jeans looked as if they were made to fit him. They complemented his strong legs. His dark black boots only added to his strong but silent appearance.

Sam inhaled deeply. She couldn't understand why she was feeling like this. Jason Morgan was her captor yet he'd never made her feel like one. Sure he was keeping her locked in up in a room, but the room was spacious, comforting, and connected to a luxurious bathroom with a tub Sam was slowly falling in love with. Then, there was the fact that Jason had been gracious enough to get her a whole new wardrobe after she'd explained her discomfort with the clothes that had occupied the closet before. He also brought her some very delicious meals each day. Sam suspected that if she asked, Jason would bring her takeout. She absolutely loved Chinese and couldn't remember the last time she'd had any. Jerry was always adamant that she cook. They only ate outside food when Jerry dragged Sam to his "business" functions.

As Sam was lost in her thoughts, Jason slowly opened his eyes. He was met with the sight of Sam biting her bottom lip between her teeth. She had a thoughtful look on her face. He wondered almost immediately what she was thinking, but he dared not ask. He grumbled aloud when he realized that he now desperately wanted to know.

Sam heard Jason grumble and returned from her thoughts. Her thoughtful brown eyes met his cold blue ones. She watched the transformation occur in his eyes. When they'd made eye contact his eyes had gone from cold to a mesmerizing liquid blue. It was nice.

"Hi" she said breaking the silence.

Jason said nothing.

"Are we really going to sit here and stare at each other?" Sam asked. She didn't like how Jason staring so intently at her made her feel. It was like he was compelling her with his eyes to tell him everything.

Still he said nothing.

"Why do you keep staring at me? It's really creepy you know." Sam mentally smacked herself for the next words out of her mouth. "I have a husband you know."

She watched as a flicker of pain appeared in Jason's eyes before they hardened once more. All of a sudden, Sam missed the liquid blue of Jason's eyes.

"We need to talk." Jason said the words through clenched teeth.

"What about?" Sam asked. If Jason was going to act cold towards her, then she'd return the favor.

"Jerry."

"I don't want to talk about Jerry."

"If you ever plan on being free again, then you will answer my questions."

The color in Sam's face drained. The last few words Jason had said had made her feel like a captive. Once again, she was taking a back seat to Jerry. Everything in her life was about him. Why shouldn't her freedom be about him too?

Jason watched Sam pale. He mentally kicked himself for the look that was on Sam's face at the moment. She looked like she was in pain, a pain he had caused her. Instantly, he wanted to be on his knees in front of her apologizing. Wait a minute! What was so special about her? He'd never felt so remorseful to a woman who was a friend or family member. This was very different for him.

"I'll tell you what you want to know." Sam relented. What other choice did she have?

Jason noticed her submissive tone and once again mentally kicked himself. He found that he liked the fire Sam possessed. He wanted it back.

"Why did you marry Jerry?"

"I...that has nothing to do with business!" There was the fire Jason wanted back!

"I never said I would ask business questions. I said I wanted to talk about Jerry." Jason declared. He knew he was encouraging the fire within her.

"It's none of your business."

"I'm making it my business."

"Well, I'm not."

"Fine, but when I kill your husband don't say I didn't give you the opportunity to save him."

Sam's face almost lit up at the thought of Jerry being out of her life. It was such an appealing thought. She would finally be free!

Jason suddenly felt a rush of anger. What had Jerry done to Sam that she actually relished the thought of him being gone? Now he needed to know!

"That's not going to make me tell you."

"So you want your husband gone?"

"That's none of your business." Sam's voice cracked.

"Sam, just tell me."

Jason watched as a lone tear slipped down her face. He knew almost instantly that something inside was hurting Sam, something she'd kept to herself for a long while. He rose from his seat in the corner, and walked toward Sam. As he approached the bed, he watched Sam flinch. He clenched his fists. What had Jerry done to her?

After forcing himself to calm down, Jason reached out slowly to touch Sam. His hand touched her shoulder and he felt her shoulders sag. Jason wasn't going to make another move until Sam did.

Sam noticed that Jason was simply comforting her and mentally scolded herself for allowing the fear she felt when she was around Jerry return. She bit her bottom lip and placed her hand on top of Jason's resting on her shoulder. Jason turned his hand, so that his palm was resting against Sam's. He held her hand in his. He saw more tears falling from her eyes. Jason used Sam's hand to pull her up so that she was on her knees on the bed. He looked into her sad eyes, and did what came so natural to him around her, he held her.

Sam exhaled softly as her head settled into the groove of Jason's neck. She used the hand that wasn't cradled in Jason' to grip his t-shirt. More tears sprang from her eyes, his shirt catching them as they fell. Jason lifted Sam with the one arm wrapped around her waist. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Jason knew he was about to take a serious risk, but right now, he didn't care. He knew Jerry had done something totally wrong to Sam, and he had a feeling that being locked up in a room wasn't going to help her right now. Instead he was going to take her into another room, his.

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I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS ONE FOR A WHILE. WITH SCHOOL I BARELY HAVE TIME BUT I PROMISED MYSELF I WAS GOING TO FINISH MY STORIES AND I AM.

I'M WORKING ON CHAPTER SIX FOR THIS STORY RIGHT NOW! HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE OUT BEOFRE NEXT WEEKEND!

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SAM HOLDING ONTO JASON IS NOT THE UNEXPECTED THING SAM DOES!

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SAM SHARES SOME OF HER PAST WITH JASON!

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