So, I'm pulling a GH and aging all of the kids. The adults will all be in their early to late thirties, varying when needed. So, this makes it a little less strange than a seventeen year old Jake obsessing over a fifty year old Sam.=)

Obsession: Chapter One

Afterglow was always the best part. Okay, no, that was a lie. But it certainly was a great part. Jason looked down at his sweaty, panting wife and smirked, happy that he was able to still make her lose her mind after five years of marriage.

He watched as she stretched, her arms going above her head, her body arching up into an almost impossible arc. She looked over at him, a grin overcoming her face. She leaned up and pecked his lips, pulling away swiftly when he tried to deepen it, sitting up.

"I want pancakes." is all she said before standing and making her way towards the bathroom, shaking her ass at him before closing the door with a soft laugh.

He had long convinced her to give up any hope of cooking and had persuaded her to let him do it all. She had fought him on it at first, insisting that she could do it, that she would learn. After an accident now referred to as the 'french toast incident', she had finally thrown in the towel and agreed.

Jason got up, grabbing his jeans off of the floor from last night, not really concerned about showering right now. Slipping them on, he searched around for his shirt, frowning when it wasn't on the floor. His blue eyes scanned the room, locating it on top of the lamp closest to Sam's side of the bed. He grinned at the mental image of her ripping it off of him and throwing it across the room, not caring where it landed.

Making his way out of the room and down the stairs into the living room of the penthouse, he began heading towards the kitchen when a knock at the door stopped him. He sighed, running a hand over his face. Sam was going to be pissed when she didn't get her pancakes. She had gotten to him spoiling her over the last five years with breakfast and tended to get grumpy when she didn't keep to her new feeding schedule.

He knew at the very least that it wasn't Carly. The person hadn't simply let themselves in.

Opening the door, he was surprised to see his son's blue eyes, so like his, staring back at him.

"Hey." he said opening the door wider, allowing the seventeen year old to come in. Jake smiled, coming in and heading straight for the couch. "Can I talk to you?" he asked, sitting down.

Elizabeth had decided years ago when Jake was only a child that should he ever ask about Jason, she would tell him the truth. He had come home from school one day when he was twelve, upset when some other kid had mocked him for not even knowing his real father. He was bound to figure it out eventually with half of the town knowing that Jason was Jakes father anyway. When Jake had confronted his mother with it, she had admitted to it. After a lot of discussion, she had conceded to letting Jake visit Jason and get to know him. He had spent the occasional weekend with him and Sam and while they didn't have a very close relationship, Jason was happy to spend time with his son whenever.

"Sure." Jason said, taking a seat in the adjacent chair. "What's up?" he asked eyeing his son. He looked a lot like Jason himself, but he was all Liz in the cheekbones and the lips. He had learned about Jake over the last few years. He was an overachiever, much like Jason had been when he was still a Quartermaine. Honor roll, school newspaper, well liked, popular. A little to preppy for Jason's taste, but that was Liz's influence.

"I need you to convince mom that I am old enough to go on the senior trip." Jake said, getting straight to the point.

Jason had no handle on how Elizabeth decided to raise Jake or what he was or wasn't allowed to do. He told Jake as much. "I know," Jake said, "But dad says it's fine and is trying to talk her in to it already. I figure with your added support, she might change her mind." Jake shrugged, "I mean, as much as mom hate's to admit it, she does listen to you."

"I'll talk to her, but no promises." Jason said. There was a brief silence between the two of them before Jake started chatting social nonsense that meant nothing to Jason, though he had to admit it was a good social skill to have. It filled the silence for those people who were not like him who detested silence.

"I'm thinking about going out to California for college."

That caught Jason's attention. "California? That's a long way away."

"That's part of the appeal." Jake admitted. "Do you ever feel like here in Port Charles, it's one drama after the other? Nobody can catch a break."

Jason simply smirked and nodded, opting not to answer that one directly.

Any furthur conversation was stopped short as Sam's voice floated down to them, "I don't smell pancakes!" she sang, stepping into view. She was looking down at the floor, paying attention to where she was stepping and not to who was in the room. Which would explain her attire...or lack there of. She was completely nude, towel drying her hair, the errant pieces streaming water onto her body. Jake let out a choked sound, not able to tear his eyes away. The sound made Sam jerk her head up and she yelped, taking the towel and shielding herself.

"Jake!" she gasped, "Oh my God!" she turned around and jolted back up the stairs. "Sorry!" she yelled, the sound of a door slamming echoing downstairs.

Jason wiped a hand over his mouth trying to hide the grin that was trying to take over his face. That was a little amusing, he could admit. He watched the flush take over Jake's face and fought to control his facial features.

"I'm going to go." he said slowly, rising with slow, precise movements. Jason didn't know what to say to make him not feel embarrassed, so he just nodded his head, rising also to see him out.

He couldn't help smiling a little at the dazed movements of his son as he walked out of the front door. He closed the door behind and let a chuckle escape. Poor kid.

He turned and laughed as Sam came back down the stairs in the most conservative outfit he had probably ever seen her in. She was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a loose beige sweater.

"This is not funny!" she cried, trying to fight a smile too, "I probably just scarred your child!" she hit him in the arm as he continued to laugh at her.

He gestured to her clothes, "What the hell are you wearing?" he asked, once he got his laughter more or less under control.

She hit him again, burying her face into her hands, her words coming out muffled, "I figured since he had already seen more of me than he ever wanted to, he probably wouldn't want to see anything."

Jason laughed again, leaning down and throwing her over his shoulder, "Oh yes, a seventeen year old saw you naked. I'm sure you've damaged him beyond repair." he chuckled as she squealed and pinched his butt from her upside down position. He carted her off into the kitchen to make her pancakes.

None of them knew that the seed had been planted. It was already starting to tease and bloom, bringing their lives onto a dangerous course that none of them would have ever expected.