She was silent on the jet, but she still let him snake his arm around her. It reminded him of when he told her about Sam. How she just lost it and he took her into his arms. This event seemed full circle; she was back in his arms. But she meant something different to him now. His feelings were all jumbled. Alexis meant something to him, and Sam…Sam was the person he thought he would be with forever…and now he couldn't help but feeling like he would lose one of them tonight…or both.

Her hands were wound tight in her lap. She tried to breathe…to tell herself that everything would be okay. For a moment she was lost in his embrace…he had that weird calming affect on her…but still she couldn't stop the million of things racing through her head. Her child was in the hospital…her first born…what if, what if….

They arrived in Port Charles and the limo was waiting. He saw her shiver and took his leather jacket and wrapped it around her arms. He tried not to think negatively, but every time he looked into her eyes and saw the tears…it hurt him…

She felt the limo stop, and she sucked in a breath of air. When the driver opened the door and she saw the hospital looming; she thought she was going to lose it. Then she felt his hand on her back. That is the way they walked into the hospital; him with his hand on her back steadying her.

Liz greeted them at the door and pointed down the hall. She watched them walk in the grim expressions on both of their faces…she had a feeling that in a moment everything can be changed.

Carly sat outside of Sam's room. She didn't know where Jason or Alexis was, but she had come to support her best friend. It didn't matter that she hated Sam; Jason loved her and so when Liz called she came. She heard footsteps coming down the hall, and the thing she saw made something click in her head.

Jason wasn't thinking as he led Alexis down the hall…his hand on her lower back as they walked towards the room Elizabeth had directed. That was until he saw Carly's face.

Jason wore a blue dress shirt and black pants…Alexis in a sparkly midnight blue dress with Jason's leather jacket wrapped around her arms…his hand was on her back, and she was entirely too close to him.

She saw Carly; hell she didn't even care anymore. She didn't care what Carly thought about her and Jason being there together…all that mattered was her daughter. So she didn't even look at her, but instead turned to Alan Quartermaine.

He felt her part from his hand, and walk off to the side with Alan. It was only then that he turned to Carly. Her face read that she knew and when she walked up to him she whispered harshly, "what the hell is going on?" He didn't know how to respond, and he didn't have to when he heard her whimper he tore away from her and went to her.

She felt his arms come around her and she cried. Alan had told her of the car crash…the injuries that Sam was facing. Then the words 24-48 hours…coma…critical came, and she couldn't help but crumpling…but there he was right there pulling her to him.

Carly watched the two, and didn't know what was going on….but right now she didn't think she wanted to know. So she walked away…walked away while her best friend and the woman she loathed comforted each other.

Alan let her into the room first and she sat next to her daughter's bed. The wound on her forehead was stitched up, but she looked so fragile in the hospital gown. She held her hand, and told her she forgave her…begged her to come back to them.

Jason only watched for a moment, and he blinked the tears away. He had some things to do, and he just needed to get away from this. So he went home and changed, and then he went to the lake house. Viola answered the door, and he filled her in. She took him to Alexis' room to get her clothes. It was weird being in her personal space…as long as they had been growing close; he had never seen her room. He noticed the champagne colored silk sheets….the way the entire room smelled of her. He opened her closet figuring he would find something in there. He pulled out a pair of jeans, and selfishly a lavender sweater...he had seen her in it once before, and he remembered the softness it felt, and the way it brought out the shine in her eyes. When he walked out he saw Kristina standing on the stairs and she yelled for him and jumped into his arms. For a moment everything in his life seemed to alleviate.

She didn't know how long he was gone, but she heard him come in and she turned to him. He wore that little smile she had come to know. She gave him a small smile back, and walked to him. He moved to embrace her but she backed away. She couldn't do this right now…not with Sam lying in that hospital bed. So she walked out to talk in the hallway.

He felt her pull away from him, and suddenly he felt the wall. Just hours ago they were about to make love, and now he could feel an emotional barrier between them. He didn't know why; or what this was…but it made him ache. So he walked with her out to the hallway, and gave her the clothing. He watched her smile at him…the smile where only one of her dimples came etched out. She was about to turn to change, and he grabbed her arm.

She felt him grab her arm and there was nothing else she wanted more than to turn to him and fall in his arms…to let him take all the hurt away…but she couldn't. She heard him whisper, "are you okay?" and she fought back the tears, nodded and turned away. It was only when she rounded the corner that she allowed the tears to come and she slid down against the wall….she couldn't help but feel that the two people she had come to care about in the last six months she would lose.

"Will you sit with her" is the last question she asked before she walked away. He nodded, and walked into the room. He remembered the last time Sam was in this room…it had been his fault she was shot…it was, in the end, what had torn them apart. He wondered if things would have been different if he would have taken her back…lived with the risks. He knew that it was inevitable for Ric to screw up; that was just a matter of time. But it shouldn't have been with Sam…but he knew if he changed it than these three months with Lex and the girls…they wouldn't have happened…and he didn't want to give that up. He looked at the woman he thought he was going to marry and thought about giving her those keys three months ago, "I'm sorry I made you leave."

She heard him and his eleventh hour revelation…plain as day…he wished he didn't make her go…and that meant that all these months; he should have taken back…she didn't know why it tugged at her heartstrings...she knew he loved Sam. It was okay; Sam was going to be okay…and everything was going to work out for her girls.

It was three in the morning and he and Alexis sat on opposite sides of the bed. Alan had come in and told them they could go home, but neither wanted to leave…At five he saw her lay her head down onto the bed…only after two hours of begging her to get some rest. Her hand was still entwined with Sam's…and her toffee hair was splayed against the white sheets. He looked back and forth between the two of them….he couldn't help but want to laugh bitterly at the irony of the situation…the two woman who had a stake in his heart were mother and daughter…is this what Sonny's life feels like? He thought as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Mom" she heard a little voice say to her. Suddenly she was jolted out of sleep when she realized who the voice belonged to. "Sam" she whispered back tears falling from her eyes. She saw Jason wake up to the commotion and tears glistened in his beautiful blue eyes. "Sorry" she heard her daughter murmur in her shoulder. "Shhhh" is all she could say.

He watched them together, and when Sam turned to him she smiled happily. "Jase" she said before embracing him…he looked over her shoulder at Alexis and noticed the twinge of hurt in her eyes.

She walked out to get Alan, and after he came in Jason and she excused herself. They stood out in the hallway in an awkward silence until he suggested coffee. As they walked back from the cafeteria…she had no idea what to say…but as they walked back he pulled her into a vacant room. When she turned her toffee eyes to him he smiled at her and cupped her cheek. She felt drawn into the embrace, but after a moment turned away.

He just wanted to be alone with her, and that was why he suggested the cafeteria…he needed to talk to her; make sure she really was okay. He saw the feeling in her eyes when he pulled her into the open room…and she responded to his hand on her cheek…but, once again, she pulled away…And when he touched her arm she turned back to him with tears in her eyes..

"I can't do this anymore" she told him honestly. She saw the hurt and pain in his eyes. It was better this way. But she couldn't help that it hurt her…this was not fair to Sam…she knew that…but when had her life ever been fair. It was when he questioned why; the way it stuck in his throat…that she felt it in her gut…but this was how it had to be.

He heard the words but they didn't resound in his head until he saw her tears. She couldn't even give him a reason why…so he grabbed her roughly…not enough to hurt, and pulled her close. When he asked her again she whispered the answer into the air, "Sam"

She felt him against her and she looked into his blue eyes and wanted to get lost in them…but she gave him the answer he needed. He lowered his gaze to the ground, and just as she was about to leave…she felt his hand gently touch her arm…When she turned to him; he gave her an answer of his own.

"This isn't over…"

A/N: Oh the angst! This chapter made me sad…but it had to go that way…Really, I don't know what the future holds…I am kind of just winging it with story…but I know it's not the end! So hope you enjoyed, and if you did, or didn't drop me a line!