Here's the newest update…I must say I'm really pushing myself her because I'm a perfectionist and I really want to write a story you all will enjoy and want to read over and over again! I just want to quick say thanks to you all who read, I hope you like what you're reading! And for everyone reviewing…you are AMAZING! Thank you guys so much!
A special thanks to my sister Sara! Without you I would be completely lost in this story and would've given up about a million times already…It's also because of you that I'm writing this so it's only fair that you help me through my writers block I just want to say thank you and love you!
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Due to a problem with the plane Sam's flight had to make a a quick landing with a sudden detour to San Antonio and the airline was unsure of when they would be able to get back in the air, if they even would before tomorrow. Standing near a window to get reception Sam calls Stephen. "Stephen do you have any news for me? No I'm not in Dixon! Stupid airline can't afford to keep their planes in working order and I was grounded in San Antonio. No they don't know when I'll be able to get back in the air. I don't know what I'm going to do; I'm thinking I might just rent a car the rest of the way. How far am I right now from Dixon? About 90 miles…yea I'm going to rent a car than, who knows when I'd be able to catch a flight out of here, it'll probably just be faster to drive now. I'll call you if I come across anything or need some help and you call me if you find anything. Ok…bye." Sighing and walking with a purpose Sam gets in the shortest line available at the car rental. Standing on her tip toes, something hard to do in her heels, she tries to count how many heads there are in front of her. "Come on, come on, come on!" Sam says under her breath.
After having spent almost a half an hour in the exceptionally slow moving line Sam finally gets to the front and throws her credit card down on the counter. "I don't care what you give me; I'll drive anything at this point."
The young and nervous rental employee chews on her bottom lip, obviously distressed. "I'm sorry ma'am I just rented out our last vehicle to that gentleman right there." She says pointing to a man in a business suit with a phone to his ear. "I'm afraid I have nothing left to give you, perhaps if you hurried into another line you might have better luck?"
Disbelievingly Sam starts shaking her head. "No no no no! Surely there is some sort of mistake. You have to have something that I can drive?"
Frowning, the girl checks the computer again and her shoulders slump. "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do."
Letting out a groan Sam bangs her head with her hand and closes her eyes to think. "What about your car?" She asks popping her eyes open and giving her brightest smile. When the employee starts to just shake her head Sam sighs. "Listen…what's your name?"
"Kim." The girl supplies quietly.
"Listen Kim. I'm willing to pay you whatever a high end rental costs if you let me borrow your car. What do you say?"
"I'm sorry." The girl says shaking her head slowly. "If I had a car to give I would, but I don't. You see my husband and I are saving up to bu…"
"Ok well that's nice." Sam says cutting the girl off, she really didn't need to hear her life story, she just needed a car. And pronto! Looking around at the other rental lines Sam is starting to see similar faces on all the other rental employees faces. They were running out of cars too. Turning back to a nervous looking Kim Sam smiles at her and leans forward to keep her voice low. "Listen Kim. I'm really in a bind here. So how bout you tell me the name of the man who just rented your last vehicle and where that car is located…ok?"
"Oh I'm sorry ma'am but that is against company policy and I think it might even be illegal."
It was very illegal and Sam knew it, she just didn't care right now. "I'm not going to do anything with the information really. I'm just going to ask the man some questions and I need to know where he's headed." Noticing the young and naïve Kim to be crumbling Sam pushes just a little harder. "Please…It would really help me out… a lot."
Nodding her head in acceptance Kim starts typing on her computer. "Ok, but please don't tell anyone that I'm doing this. I really can't afford to lose my job. Like I said my husband and I are…"
"Yea your secret is safe with me." Sam says, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice.
"Ok here he is…His name is Jeff Thompson and he should be heading for lot B car slot number 116. If you take the elevator over there to the parking garage you should just catch up with him. I believe he mentioned he needed to go to baggage claim first."
"Ok great! Thanks Kim!" Sam says grabbing her card, purse and carry-on bag. "Good luck saving up money with your husband!" She calls over her shoulder while rushing to the elevator. She had to get to lot B before Mr. Thompson did. Getting out of the elevator on the lower level Sam is working through the different angles she could pull with Mr. Thompson. There was the helpless victim, the no nonsense business woman, she hadn't done the whiney sorority girl in awhile either. Counting the parking slots Sam stops when she gets to 116, it's one of the only cars left in the parking garage and thankfully Jeff Thompson was nowhere to be seen. Going around to the driver's side to see if she would be able to just break in and hotwire the car instead of having to wait for Mr. Thompson; Sam was in the process of checking the lock and security on the car when she hears a male throat clear behind her. Standing up straight she turns around and places a sheepish smile on her face. "Hi." She says with a small wave.
"That's my car." The tall blonde man says folding his arms across his chest. "Mind telling me what you're doing?"
Sizing the man up and down and noticing no ring on his finger Sam decides to go with the sultry siren…on oldie, but a goodie. And one she could pull off really well. Stepping so she was in now standing in his personal space Sam runs a hand through her hair and slowly brings it down the side of her body, "Actually I'm a little desperate here." She says with a sinful smile. "And I was hoping you might be able to help me." Watching to see if what she's doing brings out any reaction Sam holds her breath.
Instead of swooning at her feet like she hoped the man sighs. "Ok what is going on here?" Glancing down at his watch he looks back up at Sam, impatience sparkling in his eyes.
Taking another look at his hands Sam sees that his nails have a clear polish on them along with a manicure and after further examination she notices how put together he actually is, not even a hair out of place. Letting out an exasperated sigh she takes a step back, the sultry act won't work on a gay guy. Time to get down to business and be serious she squares her shoulders. "Ok…so here's the deal. I really need this car and I'm hoping that you, out of the kindness of your heart, will give it to me."
"That's not going to happen." Mr. Thompson says reaching in his pocket to pull out the keys.
"Fine! I'll even pay you for the car." She says setting her carry-on bag down on the hood of the car. "How much did this rental cost you?"
"I need this car just as much as you do." The man says shaking his head. Not budging an inch.
"Listen. My underage sister is fleeing the country with her half brother right now as we speak! I was supposed to be able to fly all the way to where they're headed, but the airline can't keep their planes it working order! I'm worried, tired, and hungry…this is not the time to be messing with me. Now how much for the damn car!" Sam says pulling out a roll of cash. Another lesson she had learned from Jason, not only do you carry a weapon within easy reach while on the job, but also be sure to have plenty of cash on hand. You'll never know when you're going to need to bribe someone. "I'm not kidding here" She says when he just stands there staring at her like she has two heads. "I'm in a big hurry so just give me a number."
Eyeing the money and then sizing up Sam the man shifts his weight. "Thousand dollars." He says with a serious look on his face.
"Are you kidding me?" Sam says with an outraged look on her face. "That's got to be almost double what you paid for this!" Sam says referring to what looks to be a 2000 Ford economy car, definitely not one of the rentals higher end vehicles.
"Oh it's more than double." The man says nodding his head. "But if you really want this car that shouldn't be a problem." When Sam doesn't react right away Jeff Thompson starts walking towards the car. "I guess your sister is going to have a great time leaving the country."
"Alright fine!" Sam says counting out the money. Handing it over she grumbles under her breath as he counts it himself. "It's all there." She says rolling her eyes.
"Just making sure." He says with a smug look on his face after pocketing the cash and handing over the keys. Grabbing his luggage and turning to go back in the building Sam contemplates pulling out her gun and hitting him over the head with it. Wouldn't do any permanent damage, but it sure would make her feel better. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention or be delayed any longer, Sam just imagines harming the annoying man instead.
Climbing into the car and adjusting the seat and mirrors Sam fumes to herself. Pulling out of the parking lot she glares at Jeff Thompson as he climbs into the elevator. "I am SO sending Sonny a bill once this is all over!" She says pulling out of the parking garage silently adding up in her head how much she's spent so far, adding extra expenses she normally doesn't charge her clients, but for she is for Sonny just because she's that frustrated.
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Jason was making really good time. He had just crossed the border into Texas and at this rate he should be in Dixon by late morning, early afternoon. His GPS was programmed to have him taking the back roads so he could speed and avoid getting pulled over or getting stuck in traffic, making the trip go even faster. Some of the roads were a little rough, but his SUV was handling it without a problem. Picking up his phone Jason was dialing Sonny to give him an update when all of the sudden the car jerks right and he needs both hands on the wheel to keep control as he pulls over to the side of the road. Groaning Jason gets out of the car and walking around notices the problem right away. He has a flat tire… an extremely flat tire. Crouching down to get a better look he exhales when the only damage is to the actual tire and not with the wheel base. Standing to get the spare his phone rings. Checking the caller ID Jason grabs his keys to open the trunk. "Hey Spinelli do you have something for me?" Jason asks putting the phone on speaker so he can have both his hands to fix the tire.
"The Jackal is regretful to report he has nothing new to add since the last time he spoke with Stonecold."
"Well have you talked to Sonny recently?" Jason asks as he works.
"No, the Jackal is avoiding any face to face meeting with Mr. Sir until the Golden Child and his sister are returned safely to Port Charles and Stonecold is with them."
"Then what's with the phone call Spinelli?" Jason asks wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"I'm merely calling to see how you are doing during your travels, thought you possibly might be missing human interaction in your long and lonesome journey across country."
"Oh…well thanks then Spinelli." Jason says pausing. He had actually been starting to get bored with the silence.
"So then everything is going well with the Stonecold? Nothing to report?"
"Well I was making great time until I got a flat, but it's ok." Jason says loosening the last nut and pulling the tire off and rolling it out of the way. "I'm about 70 miles into Texas and once I get the spare on I'll be back on the road. I'm hoping to be in Dixon by noon tomorrow." Opening the trunk Jason stops moving when he doesn't see the spare where it's supposed to be. Pushing aside a cooler and picking up a pile of blankets Jason lets out a frustrated sigh. Looking closer at the cooler he sees the name Jones written on the handle Jason clenches his jaw and counts to five. "Spinelli why is there cooler in the trunk of my SUV where a spare tire should be instead?"
"Oh dear!" Jason hears Spinelli say into the phone before his voice is muffled talking to whoever is with him on his end, presumably Maxie.
"Spinelli!" Jason shouts, his voice echoing.
"It appears Stonecold that my dear Maximista removed the spare tire from the vehicle last week when she and I went on an impromptu outing. This has just been brought to my attention by Maximista and I must offer our deepest apologies for not returning the tire to its rightful place upon returning." Spinelli says quickly, his voice raising a few octaves as he speaks.
"Spinelli what am I going to do?" Jason says pacing away from the vehicle. "I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere with a flat tire!"
"Triple A?" Spinelli voice comes through weakly.
"Spinelli they won't get to me before morning! By that time Michael and Kristina will be long gone! Possibly even lost in Mexico." Sighing and kicking the flat tire laying on the ground Jason opens the driver's door and starts pulling out what he's going to need. "Spinelli I'm going to start walking to the nearest town where I'm going to get another car. I'm leaving you in charge of having my SUV get picked up…understood?"
"The Jackal completely understands and won't disappoint Stonecold again! Enjoy your exercise. I'm sure it will be the most invigorating of experiences!" Spinelli says before hanging up the phone before Jason can come back with a response.
Grumbling to himself Jason stashes his gun in the back of his jeans and starts walking. God knows how long it would take him to get to the nearest town. As he goes, he plans different odd jobs he's going to think up for Spinelli once he gets back to Port Charles. He might even pay a visit to Maxie's boss and see if she has any dirty duties for the maddening blonde to do. Anything to punish those two for making Jason walk through the Texas wilderness. It was almost an hour before Jason got to the nearest town and another vehicle. Getting back on the road Jason wonders how much ground he was going to have to make up now.
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Pulling into the first available parking space at the Dixon Greyhound station Sam rushes into the practically empty bus station. Walking to the arrival/departure screen she reads down the list and finds the bus Michael and Kristina must've been on. It says it arrived here in Dixon at 9 AM. "Dammit!" She says stomping a foot and resting a hand on her forehead. She had missed them by an hour. Pulling out her phone she tries Stephen first, but gets no answer. She can't blame the guy he stayed up half the night talking with her while she drove, keeping her company since she would never be able to drive that long in silence. Hanging up and dialing Spinelli and getting no answer there either Sam lets outs a frustrated sigh. Both of her computer geniuses were probably out for the next few hours, catching up on much needed sleep. It looked like she was working solo for now.
Turning she walks to the counter and rings the bell and waits for someone to come and help her. Finally an older woman with too much make up comes walking from the back room, but she doesn't even spare Sam a glance while she works on her nails. " How can I help you?"
"Hi! I was wondering if you could answer a few questions I had. It's about two teenagers who were traveling together. According to the bus schedule I must've just missed them."
"That's too bad." The older woman says, not looking up from filing her nails.
"I was wondering if you could tell me if you saw them." Sam says pulling out the picture she had brought wither of Michael and Kristina. "Here's a picture of them taken last year."
"Nope, haven't seen them. Sorry." She says in a bored tone barely sparing the picture a glance.
Slamming the picture down on the counter Sam silently counts to ten before speaking, being sure to have a handle on her anger. "I understand you don't really care about me or these two kids. You have your own life with your own problems, but I really need your attention right now. This is important."
With a long, drawn out sigh she drops her hands to her sides and looks at the picture. Sam knows the second she recognizes Michael and Kristina, there is a flash in her eyes before she looks back up at Sam. "I might have seen them." She says shrugging her shoulders and eyeing Sam speculatively.
Sam knew that look. She had perfected that look. Biting back a curse that would make a trucker blush she goes for her cash. "How much?" She asks resignation in her voice.
"How important is it that you find these two?"
Rolling her eyes Sam tosses a hundred on the table. She hated when they did this. Couldn't slime like this woman just name a price and be done with it? "Will that do?"
Picking up the hundred and pocketing it she smirks. "Yes I saw them…they passed through here about an hour ago."
"And…?" Sam asks impatiently watching as the woman raises her eyebrows and looks down at the pocket where she had stashed the hundred Sam had just given her; the woman than has the gall to shrug her shoulders. Pulling out another hundred, Sam slides it angrily across the counter to the woman. "And…?" she asks again.
"They asked me where the closest town across the border was where they might be able to find work."
Knowing the game and how dirty this woman was playing Sam doesn't even bother with the preliminaries this time around. Pulling out one more hundred Sam finally just tosses it towards the woman. "Where did you send them?" She grits through her teeth.
"Vera Cruz." The lady says sounding bored. "Anything else?" She asks, her eyes glimmering greedily.
"No I'm through with you." Sam says turning on her heel and heading back to the car. Once she gets to the border she quickly pulls her bag concealing her weapon and shoves it under that back seat. She's not too worried about them searching her car, but just in case. It turned out getting across the border was a snap for Sam who just has to show a little cleavage with a flashy smile and the police practically drooled all over her. Once back on the road Sam pulls out her phone to call Spinelli when she still only reaches his voicemail she sighs and hangs up the phone. She didn't want to leave a message. Dialing Stephen next and getting the same result. Noticing her battery was dying Sam shuts her phone off to preserve what little she has left and then tosses her phone in the passenger seat so she wouldn't be tempted to turn it on and run the battery completely dead. Bored already Sam starts reading the road signs on each side of the road until she comes across one that says Vera Cruz – 41 miles. "I'm coming Kristina and Michael. And when I find you you're going to be thoroughly punished."
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It was a little after 11 in the morning when Jason pulls his car to a stop in front of the Dixon bus station and jumps out, not even bothering to find a parking spot. Walking to the ticket counter Jason rings the bell and when no one appears right away he rings it two more times in succession. Finally seeing a woman walking up he takes out the picture of Michael and Kristina. "Could you tell me if you've seen these two?" He asks holding the picture up to the woman's face.
Surprise and recognition filling her eyes she crosses her arms over her chest. "Possibly."
Tired and worried Jason is at the end of his rope. Not even bothering to play her game he rest his hands on his hips which pushes his leather jacket open and exposing his gun to the woman behind the counter. "Well how bout now? Do you recognize them or not?"
Her eyes going wide she starts nodding her head. "They were here just a couple of hours ago. Just like I told the lady that was here before you asking about those two kids…they asked for a place to find work across the border and I sold them tickets to Vera Cruz."
"What lady?" Jason asks putting his hands down at his sides, hiding his gun from view again.
"I…I don't know! She was on the small side with beautiful brown hair, really pretty. Had a bit of an attitude" She says hurriedly. "She was here about an hour ago asking the same questions that you did."
"And what did you tell her?" Jason barks, not even caring that he's drawing attention of others around him. There was someone else out there looking for Michael and Kristina, someone that he and Sonny knew nothing about. And to make matters worse: who ever this person was she was an hour ahead of him and only an hour behind the kids.
"I told her they were on their way to Vera Cruz!"
"Anything else?"
"No, only that." She says shaking her head.
Nodding his head and pulling out his phone Jason glares at the woman. "If anyone else comes in here asking questions about these two I want you to give the false information and dial this number and tell the person on the other end any information you can on whoever is asking you questions. Do you understand?" Jason says writing down the number to Spinelli's phone and giving it to her. Only waiting long enough to watch her nod her head once Jason leaves the station dialing Spinelli, getting only his voicemail Jason sighs in frustration and waits for the beep to leave a message. "Spinelli I need you to call me as soon as you get this message. I just left the Dixon bus station and it turns out there is someone else looking for Michael and Kristina. Apparently it's a woman, small, brown hair. I need you to start running a search on who this could be and who they're working for. This is important Spinelli, this woman could be very dangerous." Hanging up the phone he climbs into the car and pulls out of the parking lot.
Once Jason get's past border patrol, a process he always hates having to sit through, he pulls out his phone and starts to dial Sonny's number but hangs up before the phone has a chance to connect. He didn't want Sonny to know that some woman was following Michael and Kristina until he had some information on who it was following them. The problem was he couldn't get any information until Spinelli woke up and who knew how long that would be. Until Spinelli called Jason was just going to work under the assumption that the woman was a threat. Hearing his phone beeping Jason pulls it out of his pocket in time to read the dead battery message before the screen goes black. "Perfect! That's just perfect!" Tossing it in the passenger seat Jason glares out the window. Now even if Spinelli did get his message and found any information on this woman it would be of no use since Spinelli had no way of getting the information to Jason. Passing the sign saying Vera Cruz – 41 miles Jason's hands unconsciously tighten on the steering wheel.
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Rolling onto his side Spinelli sits up straight in bed when his eyes clear enough for him to read the clock. "Oh goodness, gracious me!" He frantically says jumping from the bed waking Maxie from her deep sleep. "Oh deepest apologies my dearest Maximista for waking you from your slumber, but there is something terribly wrong with my alarm clock. It did not go off at the requested time!"
Groaning and sitting up in bed Maxie rubs her eyes. "I know that Spinelli."
"You do? How?"
"Because I shut it off last night before falling asleep."
"You..? Off! Maximista! The Jackal needed the alarm to wake him up so he could get back to work to help Stonecold and the Fair Samantha."
"Spinelli you've been working your butt off for both of them. The least you deserve is to sleep in."
For the first time ever Spinelli ignores Maxie and grabs his cellphone off the desk in his room. "Oh dear! Oh dear, oh dear!" He says rubbing a hand down his face in distress.
"What could possibly be the matter Spinelli?" Maxie asks annoyed.
"7 missed calls from Stonecold and Fair Samantha."
"Did they leave a voicemail? Anything important and they would've left a voicemail." Maxie says walking forward to look over Spinelli's shoulder.
"Yes. There is one." Dialing his voicemail and entering the code to retrieve his messages he jumps when Maxie pokes him. "What Maximista?"
"I want to hear to!" She says before pulling the phone from his hand and pressing the speaker phone button before restarting the message. After that they both fall silent as Jason's voice fills the bedroom.
"Spinelli I need you to call me as soon as you get this message. I just left the Dixon bus station and it turns out there is someone else looking for Michael and Kristina. Apparently it's a woman, small, brown hair. I need you to start running a search on who this could be and who they're working for. This is important Spinelli, this woman could be very dangerous."
When the room goes silent Spinelli and Maxie share a nervous glance before replaying the message. "Spinelli I've heard the tone in Jason's voice before." Maxie says hanging up the phone after the message finishes. "That's his mobster hitman voice!"
"Yes…my dear Maximista you are correct. Stonecold sounds quite angered."
"You need to call him and tell him it's Sam following Michael and Kristina…not some crazy assassin!" Maxie says shoving the phone into Spinelli's hands.
Dialing Jason's number Spinelli paces while the phone rings, and rings, and rings. Hanging up Spinelli bites down on his bottom lip. "Apparently Stonecold is unable to receive phone calls at the moment. I unable to inform him that he is in fact following in the Fair Samantha's footsteps."
"Well surely he won't do anything without talking to you." Maxie says crossing her arms over her chest trying to will away the goose bumps. "And besides…once he finds out its Sam it won't matter. Right?"
"Well I don't go into the field with Stonecold quite often, but I do know that he is prone to a shoot first ask questions later mentality…especially when the life of the Golden Child is in danger."
"But Sam's trying to bring them home! There is no danger Spinelli!"
"Stonecold may not wait to find that out I'm afraid." Spinelli says sharing a worried look with Maxie.
"Jason wouldn't hurt Sam Spinelli!"
"But what if he does not know it is the Fair Samantha until after he has…" Spinelli starts to say, but he doesn't even want to finish the thought.
"This is not happening." Maxie says sitting down at the foot of Spinelli's bed. "This cannot be happening!"
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Parking outside the bus station in Vera Cruz Sam rests her head on the steering wheel and takes a few calming breaths. She had been on a constant go go go since she had found out Michael and Kristina had run off. All the traveling was starting to catch up to her. The only positive she could find right now was that it sounded like Michael and Kristina were planning to stay in Vera Cruz for awhile if they were looking for jobs. Grabbing her purse and climbing out of the car she digs for the energy to keep going. Sam being so tired and falling off her game doesn't sense the person watching her walking into the bus station or notice them following behind her as she walks towards the Help Desk.
Sam is grateful that there isn't a line at the help desk inside the station. Setting her purse down Sam gives a weak smile to the short Mexican woman sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk. "Hello. Do you speak English?" Sam asks.
"Enough to get by." The woman says chuckling with a heavy accent.
"Ok great!" Sam says sighing, her Spanish was rusty at best and she really didn't want to try and remember right now. She was just too tired. "I was wondering if you had seen these two recently?" She asks pulling out the picture of Michael and Kristina. She hopes this woman is kind enough to talk to her without bribery. Sam was running extremely low on cash and she still hadn't found the kids.
"Si!" She says joyfully. "Yes they were here. They were asking for a hotel when a man…older man with…is it blonde do you call it? He offered to help the children. Nice man…children knew him…called him…something with a J."
"Jason!" Sam says hopefully, but frowns when the woman shakes her head.
"No…no Jason…Jerry? Si! The children called him Jerry."
"Do you know where they went with this man?" Sam asks unsure what to think. She didn't recognize the name Jerry, but if Michael and Kristina knew him than it couldn't be all bad…right?
"No I'm sorry." She says shaking her head.
"Thank you." Sam says warmly before turning and walking away. Heading back into the parking lot she finally hears a person come up behind her. Turning around she sees a strange man standing and smiling at her. "Who are you?"
"Hello Samantha." Jerry Jax says stepping closer to saw, and grinning when she takes a step back, putting her further into the shadows.
"How do you know who I am?" She asks reaching for her cell in her pocket and coming up empty, she remembers to late that it's still on the passenger seat of her car. "Who are you?" She asks again taking another step back wishing she hadn't also left her gun in her car.
"Oh how rude of me. I forget that you don't know who I am, when I feel as if I know you so well Sweet Samantha." He says that creepy smile not leaving his face. "I'm Jerry. I dated your mother for a short while. That's how I recognized you, from all the pictures your mother has of you. And after all the stories that I've heard…I feel like we're great friends instead of barely acquaintances."
"My mother never mentioned you." Sam said taking another step, but stopping midway. "Wait…did you say Jerry? Are you the one who helped Michael and Kristina?"
"Ah yes! That's why I'm here actually. I heard the children had run off and heard they were headed here so I met up with them and came here figuring someone would come along to bring them home." Jerry says putting a hand in his jacket pocket and grabbing his gun, he didn't want to do anything rash here, but if Sam made a scene he had to be prepared.
"Could you take me to them?" Sam asks skeptical. Something about this guy just seemed…off.
"Of course I can! If you just follow me to my car..."
"I rather follow you in my own car. That way once I get the kids we can go our separate ways." Every bone in her body screamed to not get in a car with this guy, but she didn't want to offend him since he apparently was the only one who could lead her to Michael and Kristina.
"Of course." Jerry says that smile never faltering. "Now where are you parked?"
"Oh I'm just right over here…" Sam says turning only a little bit, taking her eyes off Jerry for only a second and that's when he attacks her. Hitting Sam on the back of the head with the butt of his gun, grabbing her before she can fall to the ground Jerry huffs when her full weight is in his arms.
"Truly sorry Sweet Sam, but I can't have you alerting Jason Morgan or Sonny Corinthos now, can I?" Jerry asks laying an unconscious Sam in the trunk of his car. Looking down at her his smile grows as he sweeps a stray strand of hair off her face. "Oh Sweet Sam, I'm going to enjoy this time with you…a shame it's going to have to end so soon."
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Breaking every speed limit between Dixon and Vera Cruz Jason made the 41 mile trip in about half an hour. He was hoping whoever was following Michael and Kristina had followed all traffic laws meaning they weren't going to be too far ahead of him. Searching for a parking space Jason's attention is drawn to a man shutting the trunk of his car and walking towards the driver's side door. When the man turns his head to look around Jason gets a clear view of his face and is surprised to see the one and only Jerry Jax. Following his instincts Jason decides to follow Jerry instead of going into the station and asking questions, he has a feeling he has a better shot at finding Kristina and Michael this way than any other.
Jason follows Jerry to a rundown looking apartment building and when Jerry turns into park Jason drives past and parks half a block down the street. He can't see Jerry, which isn't great, but it also means Jerry can't see Jason. Grabbing his one gun and putting it in back of his pants Jason reaches into his bag and pulls out another. You never know what to expect with Jerry. Getting out of the car and doing a quick walk around of the building and the surround area Jason doesn't find anyone. Not a single look out or even an innocent bystander, so whatever Jerry was doing he didn't want an accomplice or a witness. Quietly making his way into the building Jason can hear Jerry talking to someone, his voice is coming from the upstairs. Halfway up the staircase Jason hears a female voice and he freezes...Could it be the woman who had been following the Michael and Kristina? Was she working with Jerry? If so he wasn't going to even bother waiting for answers. Whoever she was, she was going to learn to pick her friends better.
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Groaning and blinking her eyes open Sam sees Jerry standing in front of her talking. "What are you blabbering about?" Sam asks wincing at the pain in the back of her head becomes worse when she talks and even worse when she wrestles with the handcuffs Jerry has her in.
"Oh I was just telling you all about what you've been missing in Port Charles." Jerry says walking closer and running a hand down the side of Sam's face, only smiling when she flinches away from his touch.
"Jason and Sonny are so going to kill you when they found out you have Michael and Kristina." Sam says glaring at Jerry and trying to get her arms free from behind her back, but the handcuffs there are too tight, almost cutting off her circulation.
"It's funny that you say that. Because Jason and Sonny don't seem to be doing a good job of protecting the children in their care, so what would make this any different? I mean for supposedly being this mobster/enforcer duo…they really have been falling down on the job."
"What are you talking about?" Sam says confused. The throbbing in her head not helping matters.
"I'm talking about the fact they still haven't caught the person behind Michaels shooting and that was awhile ago. So I'm feeling pretty secure in my survival."
"Ian Devlin was killed. Alexis told me all about what happened." Sam says shaking her head. "He was responsible."
"Oh Sweet Samantha. I expected more from you. Surely you know as well as I do that Devlin was only the man with the weapon…he wasn't the brains behind the operation."
"Are you saying you were?" Sam asks. She knew what this all meant. She wasn't supposed to get out of this alive. If Jerry was telling her his deep dark secrets that could get him killed if anyone knew than he didn't plan to keep Sam alive for very long.
"No…I just helped the process along."
"Then who?" When Jerry doesn't say anything right away and just paces in front of Sam, passing his gun between his hands. Sam sighs. "Oh come on…you obviously plan to kill me…so what does it matter if you tell me? Who am I going to tell?"
"I suppose you're right." Jerry says shrugging his shoulders."The one in charge of Michael being in that tragic coma is none other than Port Charles favorite vixen. Claudia."
"Claudia?" Sam says confused…she knew that name from somewhere, but how. Who did she know named Claudia? "Claudia who?" But before Jerry has a chance to respond there was a loud bang and the door bursts into many different pieces. Straining to look over her shoulder Sam closes her eyes in a silent prayer. "Jason." She whispers on a grateful sigh.
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Jason couldn't hear what they were talking about in the room, all he could hear was muffled voices, but it was definitely a man and a woman. Making sure the safety was off first Jason raises his leg and kicks the door in. Stepping over the wooden splinters on the floor he raises his gun to Jerry Jax standing in the middle of the room while looking down at the woman handcuffed in a chair in front of him. Her back is to him so all he sees is brown hair. For some reason he feel he knows this woman even though he can't see her face. "Hands up Jerry!" Jason shouts staring the man down. "Where are Michael and Kristina?"
Laughing Jerry keeps his gun pointed at Jason. "Ah now…If I told you that then this fun game would be over and we wouldn't want that now would we?"
"Enough of your bullshit Jerry! Where are they?" Jason shouts taking a step into the room.
Before Jason has a chance to take another step Jerry is reaching for the woman in the chair and pulling her up by her hair and using her as a shield. "Not one more step Mr. Morgan!" Jerry says pressing the gun into the woman's head causing her to cry out in a pain and finally raise her head so Jason gets a look at her face.
All the air in Jason's lungs comes whooshing out when his eyes connect with Sam's from across the room. "Sam?" Jason asks in shock and in that second Jerry gets the moment he was waiting for. In the next instant gunshots are flying by Jason's head and he dives towards the bed aiming high to avoid Sam. "Sam get down!" Jason yells, crouching as another shot goes past him.
Shoving Sam towards Jason Jerry shoots over his shoulder while running out of the room. Jason is torn between going to Sam or chasing Jerry he quickly decides to follow the crazy Jerry in hopes he'll lead him to Michael and Kristina. "I'll be right back Sam!" Jason calls over his shoulder following Jerry down the stairs and towards the back when he hears a shout coming from what must be the basement. Stopping for only a second Jason watches as Jerry escapes again while he heads down the stairs. Tied up in the corner are Michael and Kristina. "Are you guys alright?" He asks rushing to them and reaching for the bindings at their wrists and ankles.
"Yea…the worst he did was tying us up." Michael says rubbing circulation back into his wrists while Jason finishes their ankles.
"Why would Jerry do something like that?" Kristina asks frantically Standing as soon as she's free.
"Because he's nuts Kristina!" Michael says outraged. "I told you that the second he left us alone down here."
"But he dated mom and he's your uncle!"
"Kristina Jerry is obviously…" Michael starts to say but stops when Jason yells.
"None of that matters right now!" Jason shouts over both of them. "As long as you're both alright we'll discuss Jerry later."
"Did you get him?" Michael asks.
"No…he got away when I heard you guys screaming down here."
"You should've gone after him Jason." Michael says shaking his head. "Now he's gotten away. We would've been fine for a few more minutes."
"Yea well I didn't know that at the time did I?" Jason says annoyed that he was being reprimanded by the two minors that put them in this predicament.
"I thought I heard voices before you got here." Kristina says looking up at Jason. "Or was that you talking to Jerry?"
"Sam!" Jason says his heart beat starting to race. "You guys wait for me by the door!" He shouts over his shoulder rushing upstairs. Reaching the floor Sam is on Jason doesn't hear anything and his heart feels like it's stopped in his chest now. "Sam?" Jason says walking into the room and finding Sam lying on the floor. Walking towards her he notices first that her breathing is very shallow. Next he notices all the blood. "Sam!"Jason says on a cry crouching at her side and seeing the blood is coming from her shoulder and then there's also a gash on her head.
"Aunt Sam!" Kristina shrieks from the doorway at the same time Michael asks "Is she ok?"
"Get out of here!" Jason shouts blocking Sam from their view, looking over his shoulder to see the scared looks on both their faces. "Go call for help! Now!" He screams even louder in case they didn't understand the emergency of the situation. Once they're gone he turns back to look at Sam afraid to touch her really in case he causes more harm than good. Jason settles with running a hand up and down her arm before grabbing a hold of her hand. "Come on Sam. Stay with me!" When her eyes flicker open briefly Jason leans forward and watches as the close again. "Don't you dare leave me again! Do you hear me? Samantha McCall if you think about leaving me again I will never forgive you!"
With sirens going off in the distance Michael holds a crying Kristina in his arms while he watches Jason hold on to an unconscious Sam, willing her to stay with him. Urging Kristina to follow him down the stair Michael can hear Jason still talking to Sam.
So there's the latest! I hope you all enjoy!