A/N: I don't know about you guys, but that crappy Jason exit and that stupid Sam waking "dream" that she had today, not to mention that completely horrible explanation of how AJ survived – the writers are completely f'ing the storylines all to hell and back. Are they trying to tank the show? It's no wonder Steve wanted to leave – I would have run out of the building so fast you would have thought my ASS was on fire – and never looked back! WTF? That was some of the lamest shit I have ever seen in my life! Don't get me wrong – I haven't actually been watching the show since mid-Dec 2008, when they broke up our couple, but I've kept up with stuff online here and there (youtube is a great thing), just to see any of those beautiful Liason moments. Hell, it's no wonder that all of our muses have run and hid, shaking under the covers, refusing to come out! I had to peruse youtube for a week just to get a snippet out of my muse! So, without further ado, here it is…..

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Sam was pissed. How dare that fucking bitch demand that Jason tell her that he doesn't want to see her! Oh, she can see it perfectly. 'Jason, if you don't stay away from Sam, I will never let you see your baby. I will run away somewhere that you will never find us.' One night. One fucking night and that bitch in heat had managed to steal everything she has worked so hard for in the last three years. She actually stopped running cons for that man and this….this…..this mousy, flat-chested, waif of a nurse blows in and rips her whole world apart? No way. Not if she has anything to say about it. She knows that Jason loves her. She's been with enough men to know the difference between when a man lusts after a woman's body and when a man looks at you with love. And Jason definitely looked at her with love.

She tried to ignore the voice in the back of her head that was telling her that while Jason might have looked at her with love; but those looks weren't half as tender or intense as the looks that he sent to Elizabeth. Sam didn't want to think about the fact that he might have been in love with the nurse long before she ever set foot in Port Charles. She wanted to not remember the nights last year when Jason's memory was returning and he shut down on her, wouldn't tell her what he remembered, and cried when he thought she was asleep. She didn't want to recall that a couple of those times she had heard him whisper Elizabeth's name, not hers. She refused to think about that damn Power of Attorney in his medical file, and the one she had to forge to get the doctor's to listen to her about Jason's treatment in 2005.

'NO!' she thought to herself. 'He's mine, and that's the way it's going to stay!'

Wandering through the park, she came to a curve in the pathway and heard a couple of people talking. Hearing one of them mention Lucky's name, she stopped to listen more closely. The cops were discussing how they had had to arrest their colleague because he assaulted a mobster. Talk about ironic! Sam couldn't believe it, what was Lucky thinking?

Quietly making her way, away from the cops, she turned and headed towards the PCPD. She was hoping for a few minutes to talk to him.

Surprised to find him handcuffed in one of the interrogation rooms, she quietly slipped into the room with him. Hoping that none of the cops would notice her for a little while, she sat down across the table from him.

Looking up bleakly at the ex-con, "What are you doing here?"

"I just found out that you were arrested and I wanted to come check on you, find out how you were doing," she replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to be concerned about him.

"Well, let's see, I've found out that my wife had an affair, is pregnant by a mobster, went binge drinking after just getting clean, had sex with a mobster's moll, tried to break a bat over the head of the man that fucked my wife, and ended up being arrested. Now, I'm probably going to lose my job and my apartment because I won't be able to afford it without a job," the soon-to-be ex-cop said, snidely. "And how are you doing, Sam?"

"There's no need to get nasty, Lucky. I'm in the same boat as you, remember?" she told him.

"Yeah, so you keep telling me. Really, why are you here?"

"I told you, I wanted to come and check on you. For some reason, I felt the need to make sure you are okay."

"I'm just peachy, really."

"Why did you do it? Why did you hit Jason with that bat?"

"Did you miss the part about my wife fucking Jason and having his brat?"

"Oh, no, I'm completely caught up on that situation. I was just over at the hospital, and Jason kicked me out of his hospital room. He said he didn't ask to see me and he didn't want to see me. I'm sure he only said that because your bitch wife told him that he couldn't see me if he wanted to see that brat she's carrying."

Smirking at Sam's thought process, "No, I'm fairly sure that he did that on his own. He's been panting after Elizabeth for years now. I imagine that he's just crowing now that he's gotten in her pants and one-upped me by getting her pregnant."

"What the hell do you mean Jason's been panting after Elizabeth for years? That's bullshit, Lucky, he's been with me for the last three years, and she's barely been on his radar until a few months ago."

"You just keep telling yourself that, Sam. He's been trying to get Elizabeth away from me since I was kidnapped in '99. Everyone thought I was dead, and he just moved right in on her. He's been after her ever since."

"Oh please, he never even mentioned her name until the beginning of the year. He didn't want her then, and he doesn't want her now. The only reason he slept with her is because I broke his heart and she happened to be there to take advantage of it."

"Whatever you say, if that's what you tell yourself so that you can sleep at night, then who am I to tell you any different. Besides, you'll figure it out soon enough on your own. Look, my lawyer should be here any minute, you need to get out of here."

"Just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Why do you care, Sam?"

Looking at the tabletop for a minute, she finally looks up at him, "Okay, so I could really use a friend right now. And you understand what I'm going through. I just think that maybe….maybe we could help each other out. Just think about it, okay?"

"Sure," he said, not really understanding why he agreed.

Standing up, she checked the bullpen and saw that no one was paying attention, so she slipped out, glancing back one last time and smiling almost shyly at Lucky. She turned and quickly walked away.