Elizabeth just got done with her last patient, and was finishing up her charting, when Jason and Sam walked off the elevator. She sighed heavily, looking back down at the computer screen. She just didn't have the energy to argue today.

She had been running herself crazy lately. With work, the boys' school and all of their activities, she barely had time to herself lately. Not that she really had much of a social life.

Things with Franco cooled down just as fast as they heated up. After a few months of dating, they both realized that they were better off as friends. They still got together for coffee, and he was still a strong presence in Jake's life. He was a great friend, and even better confidant, but the spark just wasn't there for anything more. Jason was more than happy to hear about that. He couldn't stand that she was with Franco, and made it abundantly clear any time he was around.

She looked up as they walked up to the counter. She was trying to get to the point where the site of them together didn't sting. She was also doing her very best to at least be civil.

"Hi, do you guys have an appointment?" she said, trying to stay civil.

Sam nodded, obviously uncomfortable.

"Well, I'm off duty, but I'm sure someone can take care of you," she said, signing off and walking around the counter toward the locker rooms.

She took a deep breath and kept walking. She couldn't watch as the two of them went on with their lives.

She knew she was at fault. What she did, not telling Jason the truth, practically pushed him to Sam. She tried to justify her deception, saying that it was the only way to hold on to him. He always chose Sam. After everything, Sam always won. She knew she was being selfish. She wanted a life with him. She wanted everything they could've had before his "death" if she would have just accepted his life for what it was and stopped giving into the fear. She always knew that, in the end, it wouldn't last, and he would eventually find out.

Just as she reached the locker room door, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Shaking off his hand, she turned around, arms crossing in front of her.

"What do you want?"

"You look tired," he said, his eyes showing worry.

"I'm fine, Jason. Your wife is waiting for you," she turned around again to open the door.

"Elizabeth, wait-"

"Jason, I have just worked a double shift. I have to get changed, pick up the boys, and then get home and try to get them a good dinner. I don't have time for you to lecture me about anything."

"Liz, just because we aren't together doesn't mean I don't care about you," he said, a wounded look on his face.

"No, you care about Jake, not me. I can understand that after what I did. You don't have to worry though. Jake is fine. He is thriving. Now, can you let me go so I can get home?" she snapped.

He reached for her arm before she walked into the room. She turned and pulled her arm roughly from his grip.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to talk to you, but you are being difficult," he grumbled.

"I don't want to talk to you right now. Sam is waiting for you, I'm sure. There is nothing for us to talk about! You don't have to lecture me about Franco anymore, so what else is there to say?"

Jason took a deep breath and looked down, trying to control his temper.

"I am trying to be a friend. We need to get along for Jake."

She laughed humorlessly and shook her head.

"Fine, friend. Call me when you want Jake to stay over. I'm sure he'll have fun with Danny."

She turned and quickly walked into the Locker room, leaning against it.

She hated how she acted, but she just couldn't deal with him anymore. She had noticed how he was always trying to control her life, even after he left her. He was always lurking around and telling her how he didn't like this, and didn't like that. She knew he hated the fact that it was Franco who helped Jake get through his issues, and not him.

He was never like this before. He never tried to control everything around him. Yes, Jason was always thinking of other people. He always felt he had to take care of them, but he never insinuated himself into their relationships. The only time he did that before he "died" was when Sonny was with Emily, and he swore never to try to control anyone again.

He just didn't know when to stop. He had left her after finding out the truth. Why did he have to always be around? She knew he was worried about Jake, she understood that. She even understood how he opposed Franco being involved in Jake's therapy, but it proved beneficial. He just didn't stop, always talking down to her, like she couldn't make her own decisions. That wasn't the Jason she remembered at all.

She still loved him. There was no way to deny that. She would always love Jason. She just wasn't sure if she really liked this Jason much at all. She missed her Jason. She missed the Jason who knew she could take care of herself and her children.

She would try to be more civil, just not at the moment. She needed to hurry up and change so she can get the boys, get home, and get some sleep.

Jason sighed and walked over to the waiting area where Sam was sitting, rubbing her large belly.

"Everything ok?" she asked, noticing him in an intense conversation with Liz.

Jason shrugged, "She won't talk to me."

He reached over and placed his hand on her belly, rubbing softly, and she smiled. While she didn't like the fact that he continually got involved with Liz's drama, she felt secure in the fact that he loved her and the life they were building together. She kept reminding herself that Liz was Jake's mother, and he needed to interact with her because of their son.

"Jason, I'm sure she doesn't need to constantly reminded that we are together and expanding our family."

He nodded, "I know," he said, his hand making small circles where their baby lay, "she's just stubborn and takes on too much herself. I wanted to help her, but she won't let me. She's being unreasonable."

"As much as I hate to admit it, Liz is very capable. She has been a single mother for years. She knows what she is doing."

He winced a bit at her words.

"I feel like she is my responsibility. She needs to understand that I am here and I'm not going anywhere. Jake is my son, and she is going to have to start acting civil to you. You are Danny and this baby's mother, and Jake is their brother. She has to understand that I get to have a say in who my son gets close to. I don't want another Franco around."

Sam nodded, her hand moving over his on her belly. She couldn't understand his need to control Liz's love life. She would never say anything, but she wondered why he was so interested in who she was seeing. Franco had proven to everyone that he was not the psychopath he was with the tumor. He had shown everyone that he was a good guy. Though Sam still wasn't all that comfortable around him, it didn't mean he needed to be vilified the rest of his life because of his past. She knew that everyone has things they'd done that would be better left in the past. She was definitely no saint.

She looked into her husband's eyes and wondered where this almost obsessive need to control Liz's life came from. She hoped he would get over it, because she was looking forward to their life together, and that just didn't include Liz.