"And besides, Jason just lost his son, I don't think he is ready to have something bad happen to you too." He held out his hands and embraced her in a tight hug, elated that she was in his arms and happy that she was listening to him.

Nodding, Sam couldn't stop the tears that ran down her cheeks. She was scared, plain and simple. She knew this wasn't normal but she was afraid of what it might mean, of what the doctors would find. Before she could pull back to Thank him once again, the penthouse doors opened up to reveal a pretty pissed off Jason standing in the doorway watching the detective hug HIS girlfriend.

Jason sat alone on his couch in his penthouse feeling the darkness spreading over him, consuming his very soul and the only person that could heal him was Sam. He hadn't talked to her in a few hours, he knew she was probably busy but he couldn't help but call her. He needed to hear her voice, he needed the assurance that only she could give him, that he was alive. That was how she made him feel, alive. She made him feel worthy, she made him want to be a better man, she just made him feel. He needed her now, and when he heard the voices outside of his penthouse door he felt relief that she had come home. A frown found its way on his face when he realized that she wasn't alone and when he didn't hear her knock or simply let herself in, he stood up and opened the door only to find the one thing that would always boil his blood with liquid hot anger, Sam in the arms of another man especially a man who had for some reason been following Sam like a lost puppy, Dante. "Do you mind taking your damn hands off my girlfriend." It wasn't a question but a statement, a bold 'stay away from my woman' statement.

Instantly Sam stiffened in Dante's arms, she hadn't meant to linger but with the dizziness that was accompanying the headache started to take affect and blur her vision and throw her balance off course. Looking up at her love that was dangerously brooding at door entrance, apology clear in her tear filled eyes and tear streaked face. "Jason, I…." And before she could get another word in, a wave of nausea suddenly consumed her. Her hand instantly flew to her mouth, reaching out, she shoved Jason aside ignoring the hurt look in his eyes at her dismissal, as she ran to the downstairs bathroom. She knew she didn't have enough time to make it the second floor.

Jason could tell that something was wrong the minute she looked at him, of course he knew that she would never seek comfort elsewhere unless he had provoked her to do so, so he knew something bad had to have happened. He tried to reach out to her but she had pushed him aside, and for a second, for a split tiny second he felt rejected until his brain finally processed that she was sick, he started after her but he stopped short, she probably needed to be alone. He would give her that, but only for a minute. Guilt then fury took over the darkness that loomed over him once again when she wasn't in the room. Turning to Dante who made his way past the threshold, he was tempted to do several bad things. He was conflicted, a part of him wanted to shove him out of his home and slam the door in his face, a part of him wanted to beat the shit out of him for everything that he had done, but the rational part of wanted answers. For Sam, he needed answers. "What the Hell happened? What's going on?"

Shaking his head, Dante chuckled in a mix between amusement and disbelief. "You know, if you hadn't been so Hell bent on revenge against the Balkan or so consumed with grief, you would know. If you could for once in your life pay attention to your girlfriend, you would know that something is wrong with her." He knew deep down that he had no right to judge, after all the man just lost his son two weeks ago, but how could he not see what was happening in front of him? Did he forget that she was in an explosion? Was he so consumed with himself that he couldn't take a minute to inquire about the well being of the woman he claimed to love?

Clenching his fists at his sides to prevent from attacking the little BOY in front of him, Jason spoke through gritted teeth. "What's wrong with her?"

"I think you need to ask her."

"I'm asking you!" Jason couldn't help the tone and volume of his raised voice. He waited, not so patiently for his answer.

Taking a deep breath, Dante had decided that he couldn't keep her secret any longer, he needed to tell Jason so that at least one of them was going to make sure that she was taken care of. "Sam has been…" Before he could get his sentence out, Spinelli came bursting through the already opened door.

"I'm sorry but the Jakyll can no longer remain silent, he must tell Stone Cold the depressing matter that which ails Fair Samantha!" He shouted purposely interrupting the two. He didn't know what they were talking about but at this point he didn't care, he needed to tell his master the news in order to save his partners life. "The Jaykll fears that the Goddess' cerebral assaults are far more detrimental than any of us have feared for the lovely Fair Samantha has one too often graciously accepted the journey to the dark void." He hurried out so that nothing would stop him from expressing his worry.

Jason barely understands Spinelli half of the time, and since his mind is too consumed with worry for Sam, he didn't understand what he was saying. "What about Sam?"

If Dante didn't know what was going on, he probably wouldn't have understood either. "What he means is that Sam has been having really bad migraines."

Nodding his head, that much Jason knew. "Yeah, the doctor said that they're normal."

"Is it normal to have one everyday? Is it normal to have one so bad that you pass out from them? Since we have worked together, she has had passed out twice, once the night of the accident and once I found her slumped over her desk at the office." Before he continued, Spinelli raised his hand to speak.

"Ah, the Jakyll, as was previously stating, found the Fair Samantha today as well on the hard unforgiving floor in the offices of McCall and Jakyll PI."

That got Dante's attention. "She didn't say anything when I saw her at the office."

Now THAT got Jason's attention. "You mean to tell me that after you left here, you went to see Sam?" Fury started to seep in again. Blind, unforgiving fury. He TOLD him that HE was the one that was going to tell her. Dante had no business going near her or her office.

Knowing that he was caught, Dante tried to diffuse the situation. "That doesn't matter right now, you need to focus on what's important. Sam. This isn't normal Jason, she needs help."

Jason had to take several deep breaths to calm down, he knew that whatever Dante's agenda towards Sam wasn't important right now, she however was and will always be the most important thing to him. Before Jason could say anything, her soft angelic voice eternally claimed his attention. "Jason…" Is was a soft gentle whisper but he could hear the pain behind that sound. Turning to look at the woman before him, Jason took a moment to capture in her appearance. Guilt consumed him once again. He knew that she was having headaches and that she was more tired recently but as he studied her appearance more carefully, he wanted to kick himself for not paying more attention. He noticed that she was smaller than usual, metaphorically and physically. She seemed more timid, more quiet. He could tell that she had lost weight and her eyes looked almost emotionless, but he could see the pain there, he could see the pain that she had been trying to hide from him. "Why didn't you tell me?" Was all he could think of to ask. They promised no more secrets between them, no matter how bad. And even though this really had nothing to do with betrayal or lack of loyalty, he couldn't help but feel left out. Both Spinelli and Dante knew something that he hadn't and he didn't like it one bit.

"I'm sorry…" Words that were a whisper, soft, and sad. She knew she should have told him. Looking down, Sam avoided his magnetic blue eyes. "You were so lost and sad about losing Jake, and… and I wanted to take care of you like the way you took care of me when I lost Lila." With the words, came the tears. Cool tears that flowed down her flushed face.

"No Sam, we… WE lost Lila, and WE took care of each other." Taking a deep breath he needed to make sure that she was alright. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine…" She barely finished that sentence before Dante chimed in.

"NO, you are NOT fine. You need to go to the doctor, you need to get yourself checked out. If not for yourself, do it for your family."

"The Jakyll must agree with the detective." Spinelli knew that Sam was stubborn and he was confident that this little intervention would help.

"Sam… you should've told me…" Jason said as he walked towards her. He wanted to take her in his arms but she looked so fragile, he was scared that she would break. But seeing her standing there, looking like a sad little girl, he chose to do so anyways. He couldn't hold back any longer, he needed her in his arms, to hold her, to touch her, as much as she did. Opening his arms , he engulfed her entire being with a soft warm reassuring loving hug. He gently kissed her forehead, inhaling her sweet scent, and pulled back. "You are the most important person in my life Sam, I need you, and I need you to be ok." He placed another soft kiss only this time on her lips. "Will you please go to the hospital? Please Sam, for me. Please do this for me."

Unable to deny him anything at this point, Sam nodded her head and pulled back slowly, disentangling herself from Jason's arms. "I'll call Patrick in the morning."

Shaking his head Jason looked down at her and made sure to keep her eye contact. "WE… will go to GH in the morning, I'm not taking any chances with you." His tone was gentle but firm, his statement was final, leaving no room for argument. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he watched her nod her head. "Why don't you go upstairs to bed, I'll be up in a minute." He watched as she nodded again and turned for the stairs. He eyed her like a hawk, watching her walk up the stairs, making sure that each step was precise and balanced so that she wouldn't fall. He waited for a moment in the silence and breathed another sigh of relief when he heard his bedroom door closed. Turning, once again he faced the other two that were in his home.

"Uh, the Jakyll will retire to his humble pink room." He walked backwards towards the stairs, noticing the ice cold tension that flowed through both Stone Cold and the Blond One's Detective. As soon as his heels hit the first step, he turned and ran up the stairs to his room.

After Jason made sure that Spinelli was in his room, he glared down at the detective. "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" He asked trying his hardest to keep his voice calm and collected.

"Sure." Dante said just before he walked in the hallway outside of the penthouse. He knew that this wasn't going to be good, Jason was pissed off at him. In a way he couldn't blame him, after all he told him in not so many words to basically stay away from his girlfriend.

Making sure the door was closed so that Sam wouldn't hear the conversation, Jason faced Dante head on. "Let me start off by saying Thank you." When he saw the confused look on Dante's face, Jason knew that he needed to explain. "You were there to help Sam when I wasn't, you helped her clear her name, and for that I owe you. But…. I can't help but notice that you've been around her a little too often."

"Well maybe someone needed to pay attention to her…" Dante knew that he was on dangerous ground but he didn't appreciate what Jason was insinuating, even though he was correct.

"You may be right, but Sam has always been good at hiding her pain especially when she doesn't want anyone to notice or worry about her. I should have paid more attention, and for that mistake I will always feel guilty. She has done so much for me, more than I could ever do for her. But still, I can't help but think about your role in all of this. What exactly do you hope to gain?"

"What do you mean?" Dante secretly knew what he hoped to gain but a part of him knew that he would never obtain it. Sam's heart.

Jason kept his voice even and cool. "I may be brain damaged, but I'm not blind or stupid, especially when there is an impending threat looming over. I know for the past weeks you and Sam having been working together, and I understand that you have been helping her, but what I have noticed is that you show up any where she is. You show up at our home, at her office, and I've even noticed the phone calls. I'm sure you both have come to a small friendship of sorts. So what I'm asking you is: are you looking for more than friendship from Sam?"

Not sure how to answer that question, Dante chose to stay with the facts. "I love Lulu."

Nodding, Jason smirked, he knew from the fact that since Dante didn't answer his question that his answer was a yes, but he didn't want to admit it. "That may be, but see… there is just something about Sam that gets to you, I know… because that's how I feel. I mean she's… amazing, she's loyal, beautiful, smart, funny, sexy as Hell, and… and… she's just… perfect. She is everything that I have ever needed and wanted, she is perfect to me. She's kind, gentle, hard when she needs to be, she's always been there for me, she is the only one that can make me talk about my feelings, and she gets me. She's easy to love, so I can see if you're having some feelings towards her."

"There is nothing going on between me and Sam."

"That I don't doubt, Sam would never intentionally hurt me and she would never cheat on me. We were meant to be together."

"Conceded much?"

"No, just confident. See, there is something you need to understand about mine and Sam's relationship, we are bounded for life, each other's soul mates. Yeah we have made some big mistakes in the past but that only fueled us to where we are now, our love has grown stronger and is more powerful than ever. And no matter what happens between Sam and I, we will always, ALWAYS find our way back to each other. That is something no one understands. We have the same mind, heart, and soul. We are it for each other and no one, NO ONE will be ever to come between us. So as you try to entertain these delusions that you have about your and Sam's friendship, keep in mind that, that's all it's ever going to be, is friendship. This will be the only warning you will ever get from me… don't FUCK with our relationship Dante, it won't end well for you." By now, Jason was more than ready to go back inside to be with Sam, but stayed to glare at the detective a little while longer for added effect. Jason said that it was a warning, but to him it was really a threat. Fuck with me and Sam, and I will fuck you up. Simple.

After Jason's speech, Dante let it soak in what he knew all along. Sam was off limits. A small part of him did entertain the idea of him and Sam being together, especially after they had been working close for the past couple of weeks, but he knew deep down inside that she would never be his. She would always belong to Jason Morgan. In a way he felt relieved, he really did love Lulu and he only saw his future with her, so than what was it about Sam that led him astray. Maybe Jason was right, that she was easy to love. Or maybe it was the fact that she was the detainable, the challenge that all men wanted. After talking to Jason, he realized that there was no challenge, there was no competition really. Riding down the elevator, he thought about how he would make up this betrayal to Lulu. True, he never did act on his feelings to Sam, but a part of him did however feel guilty. He would find some way to make it up to her and forever keep thoughts of Sam hidden away in his mind and in his heart.

Making his way into his bedroom, Jason opened the door and was in bliss at the sight before him. Sam was sleeping in their bed in only his black t- shirt. He walked closer to her, undressing down to his boxer briefs as he made his way to his side of the bed. Easing into the bed, careful not to wake her, he moved towards the middle of bed, wrapping an arm around her waist as he spooned her, drawing her towards him. Paradise. Heaven. Those are the only words that you could describe being with the person that you love. Taking a deep breath, Jason lowered his face to the top of her head and inhaled in all that was Sam, her scent, not the scent from the shampoo that she uses, but her scent, her life's fragrance. This was where he was meant to be, this is where they were both meant to be, together, wrapped up in each other's arms. And tomorrow morning, one visit to the doctor can either reassure that their life will go on as usual, or that one visit can obliterate all that they have worked for.