A/N: I hate to disappointment the readers who want to see Lucky make an appearance to claim Jake, but I'm sorry, I just can't do it…Lucky walked away without telling Sam or Jason the truth about Jake Doe, all because he wanted to be free to go be a deadbeat! He was already on my shitlist from 2010 when he acted the way he did when Jason chose to save the woman he loved from Franco instead of Lulu, so when he laid down like a doormat so Liz could have what she wanted again, and he could walk away clean - I was done with him. He and Jason weren't exactly friends but they'd learned a mutual respect for each other in the past, and Sam sure as hell deserved better from him. The fact that he kept that secret like that - I'm sorry, but he's dead to me! Just think about it this way…this story is all about giving it to Liz (finally), and Sam raising Jake is going to fucking kill her! Sam raising Jake with Jason will resurrect and then kill her again, so it's a win-win!
Chapter 27
Three months later the Morgans had settled into their routine and adjusted to being a family of four. It had been hard on Jake to be separated from his brothers but Jason and Sam made sure that the boys saw each other every day and spent as much time together as possible, which wasn't very hard since Elizabeth Webber and Nicholas Cassadine had both been tried and found guilty. Nicholas had been sentenced to twenty-five years in prison and had gone down screaming bloody hell, demanding his lawyers file every appeal known to man and threatening to send every assassin on the Cassadine payroll after Sam, that is, until Jason paid him a very discreet visit his first day in his new home.
He had no idea why the guards had separated him from everybody else and left him in a secluded room, or what he thought was a secluded and empty room…until the voice of doom boomed from the shadows to chill his blood.
"See how reachable you are here?" The cold, sinister sound was so distinctly sudden and clear it sent Nicholas jumping a foot back, cursing under his breath when he made out the form sitting in the shadows and recognized the cold voice of the man who helped to bring his life to a grinding halt.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Jason rose slowly to his feet and approached the fallen prince threateningly, leaving the shadows to show himself. "That's the problem with spoiled, little rich princes like you…nobody bothered to teach you to quit while you're ahead."
The prince snarled haughtily, "And somebody should've told you you're not a gangster anymore. Things have changed a great deal since you last lived in Port Charles, it would serve you well to remember that."
Jason circled the man, studying him from head to toe, momentarily unable to decide whether or not to do it then and there himself. Grudgingly deciding not to, he finished sizing up the prince and issued the personal warning instead. "You've threatened my wife for the last time and this is not a plea." He saw that the man was starting to pay attention, as he continued with the icy cold, stony glare reserved for many. "See Prince, you won't find any of the aristocratic bullshit that you live, here. No servants, no butlers…" he bent near the man's head to whisper menacingly, "…no security!"
The prince's blood actually ran cold as he listened to Jason. "The things that happen in a place like this…to a little princess like you…tsk, tsk!" Jason was purposely vague and ominous as he shook his head slowly. "I will never allow my wife to live in fear - not from you, not from anyone…so tonight when the lights go out…" He backed towards the door, watching the quiet dread set in the man's eyes, the tiniest bead of sweat dampening his princely brow. "If not tonight…then tomorrow night…maybe the night after that…"
"You don't scare me - and that cousin of mine would've done better to mind her own business!" He tried to sound strong and intimidating, failing miserably when his voice cracked and shuddered under the look of death as he watched the enforcer pause at the door, standing still as a statue as he locked eyes with him. What Nicholas saw in the hard lines of his face chilled his very soul. There was nothing empty in his promise. "You can't do anything to me! You can't touch me!" But the enforcer was already gone and Nicholas himself couldn't buy his last trembling attempt at sounding hard and unafraid.
He sank weakly into the nearby chair to quiet his wobbly knees as he whispered to himself, "He can't touch me here. Nobody can touch me." Then his mind wandered to the things he knew Jason and those he associated with were capable of. He thought of all the despicable, unscrupulous degenerates in his new home who would kill their own mother for a negligible fraction of the kind of money at the enforcer's disposal, and he threw up in his mouth. Who was he kidding? He'd be dead before supper!
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Elizabeth was remanded to a facility for the criminally insane following a complete breakdown on the stand at her trial. She'd become so delusional and frantic that they'd had to medicate her to calm her down enough for transport to the facility. She woke up after hours of drugged slumber to a padded, dark cell. Laying still at first while her eyes got accustomed to the dark, she soon realized that she was not alone. Yanking herself upright she scrambled in the twin bed to brace her back against the padding. "Who is it - whose there?"
The room flooded with light and she was shocked to find Sam sitting in the corner, her hand resting on the lamp that she had just flicked on, staring dead at the nurse in her initially panicked state.
Sam drew her hand from the lamp and sat back in the folding chair, crossing one thigh over the other to slowly swing her booted leg as she studied the pitiful creature sitting there, her pallor almost as white as the scrubs she wore. Sam didn't miss when her back suddenly went up against the wall, a haughty look creeping into her eyes a she tried to convey a lack of fear in front of her chosen nemesis.
"It's you. What the hell am I doing here? Where is this place?"
Sam pointed to the padded walls and watched as the woman slowly turned her head to follow the indication. "Oh, come on Nurse…surely you can guess? Go ahead, let me hear you take one guess - just one!"
Elizabeth shook her head vigorously and sputtered, "No! No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!"
"You'd better calm down, Lizzy," Sam cautioned in a childlike taunt, "there's a big, fat needle just outside with your name on it." Sam watched the woman's veiled control return as she glared at her.
"You did this! Why would you do this to me? First you take my Jason and now you take my freedom? What kind of cold, heartless bitch are you?"
Sam leaned her head to the side as she answered the woman, "The kind who your son will be calling mom by the time you see the light of day again!" Watching the priceless anger wrapped in pure fumes cross her face, Sam shifted positions as she continued, "See here's the thing, Elizabeth - I didn't set out to destroy your life, but you sure placed a bullseye on mine! You and I learned to live in relative peace with each other…much as I still couldn't stand you - I didn't despise the air you breathed anymore. But you couldn't grow up like the rest of us who left shit that happened in the past to stay there and live like responsible, sane adults. You thought you had every right to fuck my son's life to get your way - well guess what, puff princess? You can sit in your new digs and revel in the shit that you turned yours into. But don't worry at all about Jake, my husband and I will give him the absolutely best of everything because we truly love that little boy. Your kids are the only good thing that's worthy about you and now, they'll finally have a fighting chance without your poison to taint them!"
"You're lying! Laura will get my boys! Jason is not Jake's father! You will never have my son - never!"
"And whose gonna stop it, Looney Tunes - you? Planning to get sane long enough to strike a mighty blow, are we?" Sam was mocking as she listened to the drivel. "In a few very short months we will be able to show the court Jake's progress and once they see how happy and well adjusted that kid is, the Judge won't hesitate to make us permanent custodians! That sweet little boy will finally have the love and attention he deserves and you will get nowhere near him ever again!"
"No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no! This is not happening! This is NOT HAPPENING!"
"Isn't it?" Sam raised a brow then shifted in her chair again, uncrossing her legs. "You have finally reaped what the fuck you've been sowing and it couldn't have happened to a more deserving troll! You've toyed with people's lives and used people for your own selfish games long enough. How could you lie to Jason and Jake like that? You let them believe all this time that they were father and son when you knew otherwise - who does that?" She honestly wanted to know!
The fact that someone could live such a complete and destructible lie solely for self gain was mind boggling to Sam, and just where did it all come from? Why did she do any of it? "When Jason and I fell in love you were barely a blip on the radar! You were too busy living your own life and screwing your way through town to care…until he decided he wanted one with me, then all of a sudden - boom - you were soulmates destined for happily ever after and you just had to have him! But tell me something, Nurse Nutcase, where the fuck were you when he needed you though, huh? Every time his life exploded and he fell into a tailspin - where were you? When he lost his memory the first time and needed help to get his life back? When the people he considered family needed him and he blamed himself for every horrible thing that happened to them? When he blames himself for the changing of the fucking weather, where're you? Through every life-threatening surgery and ensuing battle to get his life back, every doubt he's tortured himself with, every time he needed somebody to fight for him - where were you, Elizabeth?" Sam moved closer to her and pounded the side of her head with her forefinger, "What part of the muddled corrosion inside there gives you ownership of Jason Morgan and his life?"
She swatted Sam's hand away as she raised her chin in defiance, "Jason and I belong together and if he would only open his eyes he would see it! So what Jake wasn't his, it would've been only a matter of time before we'd have a baby that was all ours. Why couldn't you just disappear and leave us alone?"
Sam laughed dryly at the insane twit. "You really are batshit crazy, aren't you? No matter though - because, finally, finally we get some peace away from you, you spineless, manipulative bitch! And while you rot in here with your finger paints and your art therapy you can think about my husband and I living the life you tried to steal from us with our son - no, scratch that - our sons! And then you can just shrivel up and die because Jason doesn't want you, I fucking hate you, and Jake will soon forget you!"
Sam moved to leave, seeing the pathetic woman jump off the bed to block her path. "No, Sam please - don't leave! Don't leave me in here, please! I don't belong here - you have to tell them. Please, Sam - tell them I don't belong here!"
Sam flashed her arms as the nurse grabbed onto her pleadingly, pushing the woman away from her. "This is exactly where you belong, you evil bitch! You should concentrate on taking the help that's being offered to you here, because nobody could use it more! Now move the fuck outta my way - my family's waiting for me!"
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Cameron and Aiden were placed with the Spencers, who eventually gave in to allowing them to spend time with Jake and Danny, sometimes even overnight at the Morgans' penthouse.
Jake was thriving and happy and while he asked a lot of questions about his mother at first, he soon understood when they told him that his mother was ill and had to stay in a hospital where they could help her. They promised him that as soon as she was allowed they would let him go with the Spencers to visit her. Sam had insisted on taking him to see Kevin Collins to help him process everything that was happening in his young life, and after a shy start he was starting to open up, even about his time spent away from Port Charles.
Sam and Jason continued to see Dr. Collins on a weekly basis as well, finding more and more that they had missed each other terribly and both wanted the same things for their relationship. With two lively boys at home they didn't spend a lot of time alone but they had a scheduled date on Wednesdays when Jake was to spend the night with his other two brothers and Danny would spend the night at the Qs. There was one particular Wednesday night that Jason made into the definite turning point for them.
"Sam, your phone's ringing!" Molly straightened up from the oven in Alexis' kitchen and held the phone out to her big sister who was sitting at the table with their mom, attempting to chop vegetables. They'd had the great idea to make dinner, knowing they couldn't boil water between the two of them and had nearly burned the house down, until Molly showed up to the rescue. "You left it on the counter…it's Jason!"
Just the sound of his name had always been enough to cause her heart to flutter and her blood to boil, and this time was no different. Sam smiled as she reached eagerly for the phone, which Molly playfully pulled back from her grasping hands, earning her a light punch on her arm as Sam reached again. "Ouch - hey, that hurt! Mom…"
"Molly, stop teasing your sister." Alexis smiled at her youngest as they both looked knowingly at Sam as she smiled into answering the phone.
"Hey!"
"Hey, beautiful! Are you almost done over there?"
"Almost…why? What's up?" That voice just did things to her.
"Can you meet me?"
He was up to something - she knew instantly without him barely saying anything. "Where?"
Twenty minutes later she had left the burned remnants of dinner behind her and showed up at the docks to find Jason waiting patiently for her by the slip that held his boat. Sam remembered thinking about selling it when Jason disappeared but she couldn't bare to, neither could she bare to use it, so she'd had it kept at the marina and regularly maintained. She lifted her chin as he grinned quietly at her, "What're you up to?"
Jason reached for her hands to lift one to his lips and kiss her palm softly, looking deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. "You're so suspicious, Morgan. Can't a man just want to take his girl for a ride?"
She poked him playfully, "That answer right there gives you away! Spill it Morgan!"
He merely smiled as he pulled her towards the boat. "Come aboard, Captain!"