A/N: There is a good chance I will trash this chapter and start again. Not sure. Thanks for the reviews. Didn't mean to drop the anvil like that. Sorry. I'm not sure who Sam's daddy is, but let's just say, I think Alexis has reason to be blocking it out.

"Photosynthesis?"

"Sam, don't guess."

"Easy for you to say, you have the answers."

"It just so happens you're right. You know this stuff, but you're convinced you don't."

"It was a lucky guess."

"I thought McCalls' luck was all bad?" Nikolas counters.

"True, but I'm a Cassadine now, maybe my luck changed."

"Or maybe you've been studying like crazy and you are prepared."

"No, that couldn't be it."

"It's hopeless. I will never win an argument with you."

"Well," I smile at him "I do plan to be a lawyer."

"You, my dear cousin, are well on your way. God help us all." Nikolas dodges a play slap then asks. "What's new on the Alexis front?"

I close my book and sigh. "Nothing really, one minute I feel like we are getting really close and the next…"

"And the next?"

"I just don't know if I'll ever understand her."

"Well she's complicated."

"It's more than that. She's really starting to freak me out. Like a few days ago, I made some dumb crack about you needing your big sister around and she flipped."

"How exactly?"

"I don't know. Her entire expression changed and she almost shouted that we were cousins."

"Shouted?"

"It wasn't exactly a shout, I guess, but the tone, like somehow I didn't know we were cousins. It was weird Nikolas."

"Okay…what else?"

"Do you know she has nightmares? Or I guess they are 'night terrors.'" I accent night terrors with my fingers.

"Yes," Nikolas says slowly "I've only witnessed one, years ago, but Uncle said she was plagued by them as a girl."

"Well she thinks since she doesn't remember them, that there is nothing to worry about."

"How would worrying be beneficial?"

"I think she needs help…that's all." I answer quietly.

"Like psychiatric help? Nikolas suppresses a laugh.

"Why is that amusing? You think she's the picture of mental health or something?" I challenge.

"No, I'm sorry, but Alexis won't go for that. Did you actually suggest it?"

"Maybe..." I mumble.

"Ha…so how did that go over?" Nikolas smirks.

I found Alexis in her office, vacantly staring out the window. Not wanting to startle her, I knocked firmly on the open door.

"Oh, hi sweetie." She smiled. Then realizing what she had said "I mean Sam."

"Are you busy?" I asked.

"Never too busy for my girls. Do you need something?" She smiled.

"No, I just wanted to talk." Alexis literally paled at my words. She started shuffling papers around on her desk then thought better of it. She looked at me.

"About what?" She asked weakly.

"I'm really getting worried about you."

"Sam, that's not your job. I'm the mom; it's my job to worry about you."

"I think it works both ways…sorry."

"Ah…how unfortunate."

"I ran into Lainey this morning."

"Oh, you didn't mention anything about going into town. I thought after yesterday's debacle you would…" Off my look she changed tacks "How is Lainey? I think she and Justus were dating."

"Um, yeah, well she's coping." I didn't want to get off track. This wasn't going to turn into a Jason bashing tirade if I could help it. "She has a new office at GH. She's there full time now."

"Good for her." Alexis answered briskly. "Sam what does this have to do with anything?"

"I asked her about night terrors." Alexis glared at me. "I didn't tell her why. I just wanted to know more about them."

"I would appreciate it if you didn't discuss me with your friendly neighborhood psychiatrist."

"Lainey said that sometimes night terrors are harmless, but sometimes they aren't. Sometimes it has to do with repressed memories."

"Sam. Believe it or not, I have read up on them."

"Then you should be aware that sometimes therapy can help you recover your memories."

"I've recovered plenty thank you…I'm done." Her phone rang. She answered it with a sigh of relief. I had been dismissed.

"About as well as you expect it went." I answer…no longer kidding around.

"I'm sorry."

"Nikolas, I think this might be my fault."

"How could it be, Sam?"

"I think maybe Alexis won't get help, because of me." Nikolas grabs my hand stopping the slight tremor. "I think…I think I might be the product of rape."