A/N: Thank you guys for all the feedback! I really appreciate it! So, I've been as stressed as I expected, but I didn't want to leave you guys waiting for too long. Therefore, I made time to get the new chapter up!

As Sam lay motionless on the floor, Jason sighed and closed the door behind him. He bent down to check her pulse, just to be sure that she hadn't stopped breathing or anything. She hadn't. He gazed around the room. It looked very similar to how he remembered it. His eye caught a hold of a photo sitting on the middle of the mantle. Him, Sam, and a baby. The son that he didn't remember having. This had been his life? It all seemed so wrong.

After a few moments, Sam's eyes fluttered open again. And he was the first thing that came into her view. Her eyes grew large, probably not believing what she was seeing. She forced herself up off of the floor, and so he stood up as well.

"Who are you?", she demanded.

Was she serious right now? Wasn't it obvious who he was? Then again, she may have been a little disoriented from the fainting spell.

"It's me. Jason", he uttered.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting her reaction to be. Disbelief? Happiness? Confusion? However, he certainly wasn't expecting what happened next.

And that would be the sting of her hand colliding against his cheek. The sheer unexpectedness of the slap almost knocked him to the ground. What the hell was wrong with this woman? Who greets their "dead" spouse by assaulting them?

"Now, let's try this again. Who are you?", she demanded again, apparently refusing to believe that he was who he said he was.

"I'm Jason Morgan", he said again, this time in an obviously annoyed tone. But this time, he caught her hand before she could deliver another slap.

"What kind of mind game are you playing with me?", Sam asked stubbornly. "My husband is dead. And for you to come in here and try to tell me that you are him..."

"I am him! Unfortunately", Jason said, muttering the last part under his breath as he let go of her wrist.

"How in the hell do you expect me to believe that? Do you have any idea how many times I have hoped and prayed that my husband is alive? But he's not. Jason is gone. Let me guess. You're going to end up being his long-lost twin, right? Since apparently, Franco isn't."

"What are you even talking about?", he asked in frustration. God, Sam was even crazier than he remembered.

"Oh, like you don't know", Sam retorted. "I'm sure you know every single detail of Jason's life. You would have to if you wanted to pretend to be him. And for what? To get to me, somehow? Like I haven't been through enough already?"

Jason was ready to get far away from her at this point. He had told her he was alive. It wasn't his fault if she didn't believe him.

"Okay. Well, I told you what I came here to tell you. Goodbye, Sam."

Unfortunately for him, Sam appeared to have a change of heart before he could get out the door.

"Wait."

Elizabeth was checking some files at the nurses' station when she was approached by Patrick. "God, I'm ready for this day to be over."

She smiled sympathetically. "Yeah, it's been a busy day." She knew that his work schedule probably had very little to do with his stress though. It, more than likely, had to do with his "dead" wife who was actually not dead. Robin had recently resurfaced, and that was wonderful. Except not so much for Sabrina, who was about to marry him when this happened.

"Can I ask you something?", Patrick wondered.

She nodded. "What is it?"

"What do you do if you're in love with two people at the same time?"

His voice sounded desperate, like he would take any advice that he could get. However, she wasn't sure that she was the best person to be asking. Every time she found herself in that situation, things ended badly. Very badly.

"You know, I'm not sure if I ever figured that one out", she admitted. "I guess I would say to just follow your heart. No matter where it leads."

Patrick nodded. "That's good advice. And it would probably work if I wasn't so damn confused right now."

"Well, you're in a very tough situation. You and Robin were happily married, and then you thought you lost her. And then, you fell in love with Sabrina. So no matter what you decide, you didn't do anything wrong here."

"Thank you, Elizabeth", he said with a hint of a smile, before turning to walk away.

"Hey, Patrick?", she said softly. "Can I ask you something too?"

"Sure."

She looked around to see if there was anyone listening, and then turned back to him. "What would you suggest to someone who's in love with her ex who's married, but doesn't remember or want to be with his wife?"

Patrick sighed. "You and Jason, huh?"

Elizabeth reluctantly nodded. "I know it's stupid of me. He'll remember Sam eventually, and I know that. But right now...he loves me. I don't want to get hurt again. But I'm not sure that I don't feel the same way about him."

He thought about it for a second before speaking. "You know you could make a list. Weigh the pros and cons of getting involved with Jason."

She smiled a bit. "Not a bad idea. Thank you, Patrick."

It was a good idea. Mostly because she was sure that the cons would heavily outweigh the pros. It wasn't practical. She would make this list, and then, she would see that for herself. Maybe then, she would be able to let the idea of her and Jason die. For good.

So, as it turns out, Sam was capable of listening after all. Jason explained everything to her. Well, not everything. There was a whole lot that he didn't even know himself. And he most definitely left out the part about Elizabeth harboring him from the whole town when he came back. So, in all actuality, he really told her very little. He watched, with a mix of satisfaction and utter dread, as her denial turned into joy.

"I can't believe this", she breathed, allowing herself to smile.

Neither could he. And yet, this was the situation he was now in. He was her husband, which was the last role in the world that he wanted.

He fought back the urge to pull away when she kissed him. But all he could think the entire time was how much he wished that she was Elizabeth. She was the woman that he wanted. But what in the world did she want? She was the one who made him go back to Sam! Who made him promise to try with her! And yet, he couldn't help but hope that Elizabeth still loved him.

Sam pulled back, and brushed his cheek with her fingers. "You're real. I can't believe you're real."

"Yeah", he uttered, standing up from his seat on the couch. He couldn't take this anymore. Every touch from her just made him want to go running in the opposite direction. How could this have ever been right?

But of course, she followed him across the room. "I just can't believe you're really home. I thought I would never see you again. Oh my God, Jason. I had so many dreams about you, and then I would wake up only to realize that they would never be real. But they can be now."

Jason sighed, realizing that he probably should have been better prepared for this before he came. He didn't want to be with Sam. But he knew that Elizabeth would probably kill him if he told Sam what he really thought about her, even though she had even more reason to hate the brunette. So, he decided to take a middle-ground approach.

"Listen, I know it must've been hard for you when you thought I was dead..."

"You have no idea", Sam said, cutting him off. "I held out hope for such a long time. And every day that passed by, I wondered if I would be able to get through it. And then, Danny got sick and...oh my God. You didn't know. Danny's your son. Heather messed with the tests, Jason. He's yours."

Well, yeah. Elizabeth had told him that he had a son. She hadn't told him that there was a possibility that he wasn't the father at first. He thought about asking her to elaborate, but then decided it was irrelevant anyway.

"Jason, are you okay?", Sam asked, wondering why she wasn't getting the reaction that she expected. "You don't seem happy or surprised or...you probably want to see him, huh? Hang on. I'll be right back."

He watched her disappear up the stairs, and whipped out his new cell phone. Turns out that phones had gotten a lot more advanced since he'd been gone. He still wasn't entirely sure how to work this one. Finally, he got it to call Elizabeth.

"Jason?", he heard her say after a couple of rings. "Have you seen anyone yet?"

"Just Sam. I don't know how I'm going to do this, Elizabeth", he complained under his breath. "She's crazy!"

"Jason, I'm sure you're overreacti-"

"She slapped me! And then, just a few minutes later, she's acting like some lovesick schoolgirl! Please come help me!"

"Okay, first of all, I can't leave work right now. Second of all, you have to give her a break. She just found out that you were alive. Do you remember what I did? I stood there and argued with you, thinking that you were a ghost!"

"I preferred that", he sighed, hearing the dreaded noise of footsteps. "She's coming back. I got to go."

"Good luck."

"I'll need it", he said as he hung up the phone.

Sam smiled as she walked over to him with the baby in her arms. And all Jason could think was how sorry he felt for that child. He had to deal with her on an everyday basis.

On first glance, the little boy looked similar to him. Light hair, blue eyes. But the more he looked, he really didn't see all that much of a resemblance. He didn't think the child looked very much like Sam either. But maybe it was just wishful thinking that he didn't actually have a child with her.

"Hey Danny, you want to meet your daddy?", Sam grinned as she looked from the baby to Jason. "Do you want to hold him?"

Jason reluctantly took the little boy from her, and smiled softly at him. "Hey there, buddy. It's nice to meet you."

"You've met him before", Sam casually pointed out.

"That's the thing, Sam. If I did, I don't remember."

Her expression slowly turned to one of confusion. "What are you talking about?"

He sighed, deciding he might as well tell her. "Something happened to my memory. I don't remember having Danny. I don't remember marrying you. And honestly, I don't remember even wanting to be with you."

He quickly realized from the look on her face that those might not have been the best choice of words.

Elizabeth sat at a corner table at Kelly's on her lunch break with a half-eaten sandwich and a piece of paper in front of her. She had decided to take Patrick's advice, and make a list of the pros and cons of getting involved with Jason again. And just as she expected, the cons far outweighed the pros. But in her opinion, it seemed pretty even. She fiddled with her pencil as she looked down at the two lists.

Cons:

1. He's married.

2. He might only want to be with me because he doesn't remember loving Sam.

3. Do I really want to deal with Sam for the next 16-17 years?

4. What if he gets involved with the mob again?

5. Carly. (speaks for itself)

6. I don't know if I'll ever come first with him.

7. I really don't want to be hurt again, and he always seems to hurt me.

8. I don't want my boys to be hurt again.

9. I hate the way he puts himself in danger for people who aren't worth it.

10. Every relationship I have is doomed to fail.

Pros:

1. He makes me feel safe.

2. My boys need a man in their lives, and they are already attached to him.

3. He is loyal to those he cares about, even if I don't always like it.

4. He has a heart of gold.

5. His eyes. (speak for themselves)

6, 7, 8, 9, 10...I'm completely and totally in love with him.

Sooo, please let me know what you think :)