Chapter Seven:

Jason nodded, not saying anything.

"Well, Mr. Quartermaine, I will just take my dog and we'll hopefully, never have to see each other again," Sam said, looking into Jason's mesmorizing blue eyes.

"Sam, Joey's upstairs sleeping. So, will you please come in and let me explain why I truly don't remember you?" Jason asked, almost begging.

Sam glared at him for a moment and nodded her head, "Fine. I'll give you two minutes. Only because I hate to wake Jo Jo up when she's asleep."

"Right," Jason said just soft enough so Sam couldn't hear.

He watched as Sam walked over to the chair next to the sofa, all the while admiring her petite, perfectly curved body.

As she sat, Sam looked at him, "Get talking."

Jason nodded his head as he sat down across from her on his coffee table, "I was in a car accident thirteen years ago. It caused permanent brain damage and memory loss which the doctor's say, I'll never regain. I am not a Quartermaine anymore either. I took Lila's maiden name, Morgan."

Sam was at a loss for words. The whole time she thought that he was angry at her for what she did to him all those years ago, "Jason, I'm so sorry. I really am."

"Don't Sam. It's fine. I've gotten over it. But I don't want you to think I don't know about what you did when you left Port Charles. Monica told me all about it."

When Jason said that, Sam looked down at her hands, "I know what I did was wrong Jason. But at the time, it sounded like a good idea."

"Don't worry. It doesn't matter anymore. I don't remember it, so it doesn't matter. All that matters now, is the present," Jason smiled as he saw the door open a little bit and saw Krystal poke her head in, wink, and carefully close the door so it didn't make a sound.

Sam's breath caught in her throat when she saw Jason's eyes gaze into hers, "You're right. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life and I don't ever want to remember them again."

"So, Ms. McCall, do you have any plans tonight?" Jason asked, happy that he now was able to tell Sam everything, well almost everything.

Sam nodded, watching as Jason lost his smile, "Oh no Jason. It's not because I don't want to go out with you. It's just that I have a lot of kennel things I have to get done. My dogs are arriving next week and I still have to organize the registration papers ecetera."

Jason laughed, "So, you're a dog breeder?"

"Yep and I'm a handler. I've been breeding Shih Tzus for about a year now. I got my first, very own shih tzu nine years ago. And that shih tzu is the one sleeping upstairs," Sam smiled.

"Joey was your first shih tzu? Wow. What's a handler though?" Jason asked, wanting to know more about Sam's career choice.

"A handler is someone who shows dogs. I've been doing that for about ten years. I was in a thing with the American Kennel Club called Junior Showmanship which was where people under eighteen years of age could show dogs. I did that during the summer, when I was out of school. Then when I went to college and got my Animal Husbandry degree, I began showing my Aunt's dogs in actual shows. After I turned twenty five, Krystal gave me four of her best but not yet champion titled dogs. I have luckily, been able to get a champion title on Delilah, my gold and white Tzu, who also won a best in show. She's actually due to have her first litter in five weeks or so," Sam explained, amazed at how well Jason was listening.

Jason was about to reply when he saw Sam's eyes go to the stairs to the right of him, he followed her gaze and saw Sam's little silver and white dog standing at the top of the stairs. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard her say, "Oh Baby Doll, come here!" and watched as the dog ran straight to Sam, yapping. The woman bent down and picked the little dog up into her arms and began kissing her and hugging her as Joey wagged her tail, barking. Jason couldn't help but be amazed at the bond between the young woman and her dog.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Sam's voice, "My god Jason. Thank you so much for finding her. I'd be lost without her."

Jason smiled, "You're welcome Sam. You know, I think that dog missed you as much as you missed her."

Sam laughed, "Oh! Jason, about a date."

"Yeah?"

"Are you busy tomorrow night?"

"No, actually. How about I pick you up at around eight o' clock?" Jason asked, his nerves almost getting the best of him.

"Sounds perfect to me. I'll see you then," Sam smiled as she picked up her purse and switched Joey into her free arm, "Thanks again."

Jason walked her to the door, "Bye Sam."

"Bye Jason."