Chapter 2

He laid back on his pillow, his eyes closed. He was groggier than usual. The sedative they usually give him to put him out seemed to have a stronger effect than usual.

They had turned off the TV for a while, thankfully. He couldn't stand watching any more of the imposter claiming his life. He needed to find a way out of where ever he was and get his life back.

Twisting his wrist, he felt another buckle snap on the leather restraint. He had been working on it since he awoke. It was slow going, but he knew he had to stay patient. If he could get at least one of his hands free, he could figure out how to get out of the hellhole he was stuck in, and find whoever was keeping him here.

Hearing footsteps outside the door, he closed his eyes, pretending to be sleeping. He could here two sets of footsteps coming in. Usually, it was only the nurse who came in to check on him. His interest peeked at who the other person could be.

"Yes, I gave him an extra dose. He should be out for a while," he heard the nurse say.

"Good. He needs to be very well rested for what we have planned," a man's voice rumbled on the other side of him.

"When do we execute?"

"Soon. Our friend here will be very helpful in accomplishing our goals." The man laughed low in his throat, "My mother couldn't have planned this any better."

He tried to keep his breathing as even as he could. He was itching to open his eyes and look at the person who was keeping him here, who stole his life. He had to play this right though. He had to be smart, and bide his time. Not only was it important to get free, but he needed to know what the endgame was. What was the purpose for kidnapping him, and having someone take over his life?

"Wait an hour, then wake him. Turn the television on, and make sure he sees the lovely Ms. Webber."

"Yes, Sir."

He listened as the door opened and closed, hearing both footsteps walking away. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. The voice he heard was familiar to him, but he couldn't place it from anywhere.

He had no idea where he was. He knew it was a medical facility, but he had no idea where. He didn't even know what country he was in.

Once he was free, he would need to bring in help. He knew just who to call. There were not many he could really trust right now, so he had to be careful. There was two people he could contact who could help him without causing anyone from Port Charles to get suspicious.

He surmised that whoever was holding him had a plan, and the imposter was part of it. He knew he couldn't just go back and reclaim his life. This would have to be done carefully.

All he did know was that he had to get back soon. His whole life was being taken over by whoever was there in his place. Whoever it was, he was messing up big time. Of course, before he was presumed dead, he was married to Sam, so he could take that into account. He hadn't voiced to anyone what he was feeling.

To find out he was not only Danny's father, but Jake was alive was startling. To see this person, whoever he was, being a father to them was nauseating. He thought having Lucky playing Dad was horrible. This was ten times worse.

Then add to the fact that he had to watch as this man broke Elizabeth's heart almost shattered him. He watched as she struggled to keep what she thought was the truth from him. She watched as she took on extreme guilt at her betrayal. While knowing what she had done was wrong, he found he couldn't blame her. How many times had he walked away from her? How many times had he chosen Sam over her? He realized that all of his choices before led her to the choices she made. She felt like it was the only way to hold on to someone she had always loved, always wanted to be with.

He saw then the love she really held for him, and it shook him to the core. It made him really take stock in his life and his choices. He knew that what she had done was reactionary to his decisions and choices in the past. It also made him really look inside himself and realize that she was the one he wanted to be with the entire time. While he loved Sam, and was willing to share his life with her, Elizabeth was always the one who held his heart.

He had to fix this. This imposter not only remarried Sam, but now she was pregnant. Elizabeth was, yet again, left alone, raising her boys on her own. She even tried dating Franco, of all people. Although, from what he had seen, Franco had helped Jake readjust to being home, and was there for Elizabeth during a really bad time in her life. He was told by the nurse about his tumor and his subsequent surgery to remove it. He also learned about his relationship with Carly and the breakdown after her affair with Sonny. As much as hated admitted it, he kind of felt for the man. Sonny and Carly always seem to find each other again, but it always came at someone else's expense.

That was something else he realized as he watched someone else taking over his life. Carly had been instrumental in the choices he made. For years, he was always there when she called, cleaning up whatever mess she had made. Yet, he couldn't really say she was ever really there for him when he really needed someone.

He looked down at his wrist, and pulled at the restraint again, watching as it finally gave way. Bringing it up to his head, he closed his eyes again. He was one step closer to reclaiming his life.

The real Jason Morgan was coming home.