Author's Note: Hey guys! Sheri's back with another story. This is my first Siam full story. And it takes place about a couple of months after Change of Heart (see one shot) this is The Chronicles of Siam. Enjoy!-Sheri
Chapter 1
Rain starts to fall outside the window of the Port Charles penthouse belonging to Samantha Morgan. You would think rain would depress a person, but to Sam it actually brought peace. This was the first day of calmness that she has had in a while. She goes upstairs and to the left to a small room. Inside there is a cozy little nursery with a light blue crib. Lying inside was little Daniel Morgan sound asleep. Sam smiles to herself and closes the door. She then goes into her room and lays across her bed. She lets the rain lull her to sleep.
Finally, sleep in her bed. Something she's been missing for the past couple of months. She had been sleeping; if you call sleeping on a pull out cot in a hospital room that. For the past couple of months her home was General Hospital's Pediatric Intensive Care Unit where her precious baby Danny battled Leukemia. They were finally able to go home after he received a bone marrow transplant courtesy of his uncle, Robert Frank or Franco as he goes by. She may despised the ground her late husband Jason Morgan's twin brother walked on but right now Sam owed him her life. Danny was going to die without a transplant and ironically he was a perfect match. She'll figure out how to repay him later all that mattered was her son was going to live. "My baby's gonna be alright! He's gonna be my strong, healthy baby boy." Sam thought in her sleep. A smile comes across her face as she dreams of Danny and her playing in the park in the summer. Feeding the ducks, her pushing him the swings. Him walking for the first time, it can all happen now. Her dreams are interrupted by the sound of a door closing and keys dropping on the table.
A set of footsteps head up the stairs. "Sssshhh….they might be sleeping." Says a deep voice. "Okay. I'm going to see if Danny boy is awake." Sam smiles to herself as she recognizes the voices. They were (after Danny of course) the most important men in her life right now. The younger voice was that of Rafe Kovich Jr. She had took in young Rafe after the whole debacle with his father killing his mother. Along with nine other people according to news reports. You see, Rafe's father was internationally famed rock star turned psycho serial killer Stephen Clay or Caleb Morley the vampire as he was known by his fans. He almost killed her, Lucy Coe and a friend of hers. All because he wanted a love he lost a long time ago and Rafe. She felt bad for the kid. His mom, the late Allison Barrington Kovich had poor Rafe strung across this great country just to keep him safe. Only to come home and die by the main thing she was running from. That was a freakish nightmare she wanted him to forget along with her. Stephen was dead and gone, thank God.
Sam hurried and pretended like she was sound asleep as the next voice slowly approached the room. "Sam…?" the voice says softly. It took everything in her not to react to the sound of her name on his lips. But she loved the way he said it. "Sam…?" He walks closer to her laying on the bed. He sweeps a hair from her face and goes to caress her face but stops himself halfway. He pulls his hand back away and walks out. She hears the voice tell Rafe that he would see him later and for him to tell Sam he stopped by. She hears Danny squeal (meaning he's awake) and him tell Danny bye kiddo. Then nothing else as he goes down the stairs and out the door. Sam's heart sank a little as she hears his truck start up and pull off. She goes to her window to see him stop at the corner then turn right, disappearing from her sight. She's sighs and whispers to herself "Maybe tomorrow Sam." She looks towards the harbor not too far in the distance and thinks of him. His voice, his touch. The very man she was speaking of was now pulling up to his apartment across town. He pauses to look at the complex he just left standing tall into the bleak Port Charles sky. Another downpour of rain clouds the image as he grabs his jacket. "Maybe tomorrow Silas." He whispers and sighs to himself as he hustles out his Range Rover and up into the complex.