A/N: Okay everybody – here's the first confrontation – hope you like it!

Chapter Nineteen

Jason is dreading the confrontation about to happen. He is well aware of how things are going to go once she gets here. He would have chosen a more public place to have this conversation, but he knows that a public setting won't stop Sam from causing a scene. At least at his penthouse, her crying and screaming at him won't be heard by half of Port Charles. He knows that she is going to do both. The knock on the door is expected, but he still tenses. Taking a deep breath to relax his already tense shoulders, he opens the door, "Sam." He backs up to allow her space to enter.

Feigning ignorance, Sam sighs his name and wraps her arms around him as if to never let go. "I was so glad when you called and wanted to see me. We haven't spent any time together since you cleared my name. Why didn't you answer my calls, or at least call me back?" she whines.

Extricating himself from her stranglehold, Jason puts her away from him, "I told Sonny that I needed a few days off to clear my head. I turned my phone off so that I could do that."

Hands on her hips, she levels him with a glare, "But I needed you! And what if something would have happened that Sonny needed you? How could you do that to us?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks at Sam wondering, 'What in the hell did I ever see in this woman?' Sighing, he replies, "If something had happened and Sonny really needed me, he knew how to get in touch with me. As for everyone else, I needed the time off. I can't imagine anything so pressing that couldn't wait a couple of days while I took care of a few things."

Not liking where this conversation was headed, Sam tries to pretend all is well. Sitting on the couch, she turns to the enforcer and trying to sound contrite, "I'm sorry, it's just that with everything going on with my mother and Ric, I really could have used someone to talk to. And since I always talk my problems through with you, I got upset when I couldn't get ahold of you."

"Look, I'm sorry things aren't going well with Alexis, but I can't really blame her for being angry with you. I'm sure that she is glad you are being there for your sisters, though. But that's not why I wanted to talk to you. There are some things that I need to tell you."

Jumping up from the couch, she once again tries to wrap her arms around Jason, "Whatever it is, I'm sure that we can handle it, together, like we've always done. That's where we've been headed, back to the place where we are together, like we were always meant to be, before you started pushing me away."

Backing out of her embrace once again, Jason sits her back down on the couch, "That's just it Sam, we're not getting back to that place, we're not even close to that place. We are not working, Sam. And, it's not what I want anymore."

Sam's tears start to fall unimpeded down her face, "What do you mean it's not what you want? How can you say that? That's what we've been working towards since the mistakes we made this summer."

"I mean, I don't want to try to make us work. We don't work anymore. There's too much between us now. And I can't get past what you did with your mother's husband," he sighed. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he hated being right about it.

"I've apologized again and again for that and I truly regret that I slept with Ric, can't you see that?" she sobbed hysterically. "I know we can get past this and forgive each other for cheating on each other. I love you and I know you love me!"

"There's nothing to forgive, Sam. We weren't together. We didn't cheat on each other. And I can't forget what you did, what I saw you do," he replied. He was sorry that she was hurting, but he couldn't help the way he felt, about Ric, and about Elizabeth and his baby. "I'm sorry you are hurting, but it's time that we moved on."

Instantly enraged, "Oh, so that's what this is about. You're trying to dump me because that bitch in heat got knocked up?"

Never had he turned "stone cold" so fast in his life, "Leave Elizabeth out of this! This is MY decision."

"One you would never have made if she hadn't come running to tell you she was pregnant and that you might be the father! So, St. Elizabitch can do no wrong. She screws around on her husband, and she still comes up a saint in your eyes because she can carry a baby. I can't have children anymore, because of you," she twists that knife, knowing that it has always made him feel guilty, "and I am what, just the slut who slept with her mother's husband that you can't forgive!"

"Sam, I'm sorry that you can't have children, but you can't continue to beat me over the head with it to guilt me into staying together. We were done when I pushed you away; you just need to accept it. And, I owe it to you to tell you that I am the father of Elizabeth's baby. But, whatever she and I decide to do has no bearing on the fact that our relationship is over," he stated icily. God, he was tired of this conversation. "Honestly, even if I wasn't the baby's father and she came to me and wanted me, I would choose her," he paused. "I've been in love with Elizabeth for a very long time, long before you ever came to Port Charles."

"So, that's it, I'm just supposed to accept this? I screwed up, Jason, I know that! But that doesn't mean that we just give up or forget about the love that we share damn it! I can't believe that you think I would give up on us just because some bitch in heat got knocked up and wants to claim that the baby is yours because she doesn't want a cheating drug addict to be her baby's father! She's lying to you, can't you see that, Jason?" she screamed.

"ENOUGH! Sam, you need to leave Elizabeth out of this. She is not lying to me," Jason replied, frustrated with the course of the conversation.

"Okay, even if she isn't lying to you, and you are her baby's father, it doesn't mean that we can't be together," she started, building up the excitement in her voice. "We can still be together and raise this baby together. We can be the family that we've always dreamed of being, you, me and this baby, together. She doesn't matter; you and I can raise your baby, just like we planned. We'll get a lawyer and get custody of the baby as soon as it's born, it will be perfect, she can't fight us!"

Shaking his head, trying to wrap his mind around how she can go from angry resentment to excitement about another woman losing a child, "Sam, I am NOT going to take Elizabeth's baby away from her. WE, meaning you and I, are not raising this child together. I can't believe you would even think about making another woman lose her child after what you've been through. What the hell?"

Some of the excitement dimmed, but still determined to make Jason stay with her, "You're right, I shouldn't have said that. But, we can still be a family together, even if we only have the baby part-time. I get that we shouldn't take the baby completely away from her. She could have visitation."

"Would you listen to yourself? I am not keeping my baby away from his or her mother. We are not going to be a family. We are not getting back together. Whatever decisions are made for my baby's future, those decisions will be between me and Elizabeth," he stated.

"And I'm just supposed to move out of the way while she gets the life and the family that you promised to me, Jason? I don't think so. I'm not going to just go away and let her take you from me," Sam replied.

"She is not taking anything from you. How many times do I have to say it? We're not together anymore, we're done. Sam, I'm not in love with you, not anymore. There's too much that has happened," the blue-eyed enforce told her, wearily. "I don't think there's anything more to say." Jason walks to the door of his penthouse and opens it. "Maybe you should just go now."

"This is NOT over, Jason. I will not accept that you don't love me and don't want to be with me anymore."