She watched as the plane flew over the aqua water, and she breathed in deeply…she couldn't believe this was happening. In a matter of months she had gained and lost a daughter, lost her husband, and was now flying to the Dominican Republic with Jason Morgan for a quickie divorce from said husband. It seemed as if everything was changing faster than ever before…and it felt kind of nice and scary all at the same time.

He watched her as they flew…watched all the emotions cross her face…he was surprised that he could read her so well so soon…he figured maybe there was more to DNA than he had previously expected. She was so like Sam in the way he eyes danced in excitement or shadowed in pain. He could tell right now she was feeling a jumble over all those; so he went and sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

She felt him hold her close…and she let herself get lost in his arms. That was until the pilot announced their landing and they both straightened to buckle up. The landing wasn't particularly shaky, but she felt the familiarity of butterflies in her stomach…this was really real.

They walked off the jet and were met by the limo. Jason led her in and instructed the man across town. He smiled when she made a wry joke about him knowing where to get these things done. He noticed the tenseness of her shoulders, and the way she wrought her hands…he just hoped this would be over soon.

When they arrived at the magistrate she pulled out all the appropriate papers, but like she had told Jason…this wasn't going to work without Ric's consent…and then he handed her a paper. When she looked at it she could honestly say that she was grateful for once for Jason's profession. There it was as plain as day a power of attorney signed by Ric and notarized.

He saw the question in her eyes…he didn't know how to answer that he had tricked Ric into signing it a long time ago…in the guise of Sonny trusting him. So he just gave her a head nod, and she seemed to accept it. He guessed if it was any time other than now they would have had an argument complete with his silent treatment and her waving her hands around a lot. But he knew how bad she wanted out, how Ric had forced her into a corner…and as she had explained a Cassadine forced into a corner was never a good thing.

She couldn't explain the way her heart broke when the man came out and handed her the completed paperwork. It was over…she was no long Alexis Davis-Lansing; not that she had gone by that anyway…but now she didn't have the choice. Jason was right there to smile and open the door for her…a man she couldn't stand six months ago was the man standing next to her in her time of need.

He walked out…he had a plan, but didn't know how far she would go along with the plan. So he told the driver to go to the Las Palmas Resort, and when they got in the car he asked her if she could stay. To his amazement she agreed.

I was surprised her asked…well not totally surprised because I had arranged for Viola to stay with the girl's overnight…maybe a part of me wanted him to ask…and he did…and now we are on route to the hotel.

When they pulled up to the Las Palmas it was even more beautiful than he remembered. The last time he was here he was receiving his own divorce and now he was here with Alexis Davis…a woman he had thought he despised…was now the woman he wanted to share his time, his thoughts, his bed with.

They arrived at the hotel and she saw the people begin to fawn over him. He looked uncomfortable with it all…but she knew this was how it would be from now on…he was number one on the eastern seaboard, and this was the way he was to be treated. Luckily the bell hop led them up to a beautiful suite overlooking the ocean. When she looked in the bedroom she noticed the hug bamboo canopy bed, and her mind began to run at a thousand thoughts per second.

He saw her eye the one bed with what he couldn't tell was fear or just trepidation. He figured it was the latter, and thought to alleviate the situation by offering to order in room service. She simply nodded and walked towards the balcony. He watched her in the sunlight; the rays hitting her toffee highlights perfectly. After they ate he left her to nap…while he had business to tend to.

They ate and she felt normal again, how was it that he made her feel like this was normal…she knew it wasn't but she liked to pretend for awhile. When her eyes started to droop her suggested a nap…she had invited him to enjoy one with her but he smiled that couldn't and left. She soon fell into a deep sleep.

He walked down to the front desk and made sure everything was running smoothly, and then he made plans. He wasn't necessarily romantic…but he wanted to make this night special…she was champagne and lace and he would give it to her.

When she awoke she walked out of the bedroom and noticed the rack of dresses there with a note, "Pick One For Tonight" it said and she smiled as she fingered the gowns. Jason Morgan was just what she hadn't expected…

He wore the cobalt blue shirt and black slacks…he was nervous about tonight. Their relationship was moving fast, but he wanted to be with her…he wanted to throw caution to the wind for one time in his life…and so he knocked on the door.

It had taken her an hour to pick out a dress…she thought about not going…this scared her, but then she fingered the midnight blue sparkly cocktail dress, and she threw caution to the wind. Tonight was not about thinking; it was about feeling. And when she heard the knock on the door she opened the door and saw his clear blue eyes she knew she hadn't made a mistake.

She took his breath away…the way the sparkly dress clung to her upper body and showed off her legs…she had great legs he thought as he smiled goofily to her. He didn't know what it was about her that made him feel like what a high school boy picking up the homecoming queen must have felt. It was goofy, and crazy, made no sense and here he was holding her hand and leading her to the elevator.

He was beautiful…and not in some cheap way…his bronzed skin shone under the blue shirt, and his eyes sparkled. She couldn't believe she had ever thought him emotionless, because he wore those emotions in those deep blue eyes. So she took his hand and let him lead her away. Tonight was going to be magical; she could feel it.

He led her out the doors and then made a beeline to the left. He helped her take off her glittery sandals to walk on the sand. It was there he led her to the cove near the water…and it was set up perfectly.

She couldn't imagine why he was taking her to the water…he hoped this wasn't some skinny dipping fantasy. He took off her shoes for her, and suddenly she felt like a giddy schoolgirl. The sand felt unbelievable between her toes and when they rounded the corner there it was a table, candles, a tent all shone in the moonlight.

He loved the way she smiled when she saw…the way her eyes danced with glee. It was that exact look he wanted her to have…he had never seen her totally happy…it looked good on her…so he took the chair and pulled it out for her to sit down.

She sat down and looked at him…her happiness shone back in his eyes. The waiter came and brought out the dishes, and they ate. It was closer to perfect than she had been in awhile. They talked about normal things, about Kristina…for a moment forgot he was a mobster and she was a lawyer…for a moment they just were.

The song played from above the cliff just like he had asked, and he put his hand out for her. He hadn't danced in a long time…he had only danced before because it was necessary…but he wanted to dance with her…to feel a closeness one can gain only joined by song. And he took her body in his arms.

They swayed to the melody of the song and the ocean, more wrapped up in the melodic sound of each other's beating hearts. Soon there was no music, and yet they still moved, his hand winding itself in her tresses. This felt good, and she just wanted to feel good.

He kissed the top of her head, followed to her temple, her cheekbone, her jaw line, and then he captured her lips. It was slow and gentle at first, a simple joining of two lips. His tongue danced with hers in a slow tango, and he felt the familiar pulse race through his body. He didn't wan to push…he wanted her to be ready.

To feel his lips upon her skin burnt and seared each place they met. She was giving in…it felt too good not to…and so she took her hand and snaked it around the back of his head and pulled his ear to her lips, "I don't want this night to end."

Six words and the subtlety of their meaning screamed to him…so he took her hand as they rushed back to the hotel. He didn't want the moment to break…this was there time.

She wanted to run to the hotel…to jump into this thing that had been building. As they rushed to the door she felt the cool air hit her and she bit her lip and smiled at him. They punched the elevator button like two giddy teenagers on prom night.

And then the spell was broken.

The concierge ran to them just as the elevator doors opened…and the news came…it was then she knew nothing would ever be the same again.

He felt his heart sink at the man's words, and worse her hand drop. She nearly crumpled but he caught her…in the course of five minutes he may have felt every emotion imaginable…but now the one coursing through his veins was indescribable.

"Senora, Senora, your daughter Sam McCall…she has been in an accident."

A/N: Okay I swear I am a mood killer, but betcha never expected that, huh? Hope you enjoyed, I promise the ride isn't over yet, BUT I did throw a huge bucket of cold water on them and us…Thank you for reading, and I appreciate all your reviews…good or bad!