Hello again my lovely readers,

I'm sorry it's been a few days. I do hope you enjoy this latest update. Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It was certainly inspirational. A special thank you to a guest named Jerry. Thank you for your enlightening words and advice. I've actually been thinking about some of the things that you mentioned recently. Reviews are definitely welcome, of all kinds. Suggestions are welcome. Don't hesitate to ask via PM or review if there is something special you'd like to see happen soon. I plan on incorporating some lemons coming up, so all is not lost. Happy reading!

Three days later, Michael climbed out of his hospital bed and pulled on the shoes near the edge. It was early, maybe 6 in the morning.

He knew that none of his family would be there to see him until later. He didn't want to worry them but he also had to figure out what the hell was going on with Ric. He knew Ric, maybe not well, but he knew that Ric wasn't the type of guy to confront problems head on or to even be the main perpetrator in an event.

Something was definitely wrong and for the sakes of those he loved, he needed to figure out what that was.

Quietly, Michael eased out of the room, being careful not to jostle his mending shoulder. He poked his head out the door and left when he was sure that no one was watching.

At least he had thought no one was watching.

Jason stood just out of sight and knew Michael would get restless eventually. He managed to follow Michael all the way down to the parking garage without being detected. Unfortunately, Michael had made it to his car too quickly and was out before Jason could even start his mustang.

"Damn it, what are you doing Michael?" Jason growled as he slowly prowled the streets. The mustang's engine a gentle purr in the otherwise sleeping town.

Out of sheer luck, Jason happened to see Michael's car take a sharp turn a few blocks up ahead.

Meanwhile, Michael was sure someone was following him. It couldn't' be Ric because he was in lock up and he was sure that no one had seen him leave the hospital, and even so it only would have been hospital staff and they surely wouldn't follow him.

Michael ran his good hand through his hair and in another quick maneuver parked his Mercedes into the police station parking lot, making sure to look around him before he got out of the car.

Michael cautiously skirted his way across the pavement and timidly strolled into the bull pen. He sent one last look over his shoulder before he approached an officer standing near the desk.

"Detective?" Michael asked confidently, looking the officer straight in the eye.

Nathan turned around and recognition lit his scorching blue eyes.

"You're Michael right? Dante's brother."

Michael nodded in affirmation and held his hand out. "That would be, and you are?"

"Detective Nathan West." Nathan said with a quick smile, shaking Michael's hand firmly. "Now, didn't I hear that you got shot a couple days ago? What are you doing out of the hospital?"

"I came here to speak with my uncle…Ric Lansing."

"You're related to him? You have my sympathies."

"Says the son of Obrecht." Michael countered with an easy smile of his own.

Nathan chuckled and nodded his head. "Touche. I'll give you that one. But seriously, shouldn't you be in the hospital? All this movement can't be good for your injury. Take it from someone who knows your pain."

"Yeah, I heard about that." Michael said, recalling the news story. "Now, would it be possible for me to speak with Ric? Or has he already been moved?"

"No, he's still here, but I really don't think the stress would be good for you."

"I can handle it. Besides, I'm pretty sure there's something more to this entire situation then the break up blues. Ric isn't the kind of guy to come at someone directly. He typically sits on the sidelines like a puppeteer."

Nathan's brow furrowed infinitesimally. "You know, Dante said something similar to that. Given that, I think you two might be on to something. Clearly, this isn't normal behavior for anyone. However, given the recentness of the altercation, I don't think your family would be too pleased."

Michael shook his head and sighed. "I love my family, I do, but this is something I have to do for me. For my family, actually. Plus, I'm pretty sure someone's been following me."

"What do you mean following you? Like a stalker. Michael, are you in danger?"

"I don't think so, honestly I don't. But on my way here, I got the strangest feeling like I was being watched, followed."

Meanwhile, Jason was getting more and more frustrated. When he had seen Michael turn up ahead, he had sped up to meet up with him but by the time he reached the intersection, Michael was nowhere to be seen. Jason knew that Michael would never knowingly put himself in danger, but the fact that Michael was going to great lengths to make sure no one knew he left gave him pause.

"I swear Michael, you better not be doing something you're going to regret." Jason seethed and parked the mustang up against the curb.

He looked at the clock and was surprised by how much time had gone by. An hour had already passed.

As Jason seethed, Michael persuaded Nathan to let him see Ric.

"Lansing, you have a visitor." The officer announced as he opened the barred door.

Ric looked up blearily and was surprised to see Michael standing there.

"Michael? What are you doing here?"

"You have to ask?" Michael asked, gesturing to his bandaged shoulder.

"I never meant for you to get hurt. I was just trying to get Elizabeth back." Ric explained. "For what it's worth, I am sorry Michael."

Michael nodded. "I accept your apology, but conditionally. You and I need to talk."

Ric's eyes narrowed slightly. "About what?"

"About why you pulled that stunt. Now, listen to me. I'm going to talk and you're going to listen. You've done a lot in your time, made a lot of regrettable decisions. Locking my mother in a panic room among others. However, you typically don't like to get your hands dirty. Your usual modus operandi is to sit on the side lines and play innocent bystander while you play puppeteer with other people's lives. However, this time, you flew completely off the handle. The Ric Lansing I know wouldn't have held dozens of people hostage over a failed relationship. Something else is at play, and I want to know what it is. What if that gunshot hadn't hit me, but had hit my fiancée or Elizabeth?"

The possibility of the bullet hitting Elizabeth caused Ric to sit up straight and for the briefest moment, his pupils constricted and he stood up to face Michael.

"Michael, what have I done? You're right. Something is wrong and I think I know what it is."

Michael strode forward and looked Ric straight in the eye. "What? What is going on? You are putting the people I love at risk, and I won't have it."

Ric shook his head a wave of sadness washed over his features. "When I was in the witness protection program, someone approached me. I can't remember his name, but from what I remember he was offering a way for me to get back to my family with all of us being safe. Obviously intrigued, I met this man at what appeared to be a law office. According to this man, for confidentiality reasons he claimed, he needed to blindfold me in order for it to work out. That's the last thing I remember before waking up back at my safe house. Days later I was kidnapped."

Michael kneaded his forehead. "Do you remember what law office it was? What city you were in? Any identifying features?"

Before Ric could answer, his eyes crossed momentarily and suddenly he was ranting and raving.

"Get me out of this damn cell. I don't belong here. I did the only thing I could do to get Elizabeth back."

Michael snapped his fingers in front of him, trying to bring him to attention. "Ric, focus on me. Fight whatever this is and stay with me. Do you remember anything…anything at all?"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

Michael rolled his eyes and shook his head in exasperation. When Michael exited the holding cell area, he met up with Nathan who was waiting for him around the corner and heard everything as well as the recorder.

"Did you get that?" Michael asked. "I know it wasn't much, but obviously something is up and I intend to get to the bottom of it."

Nathan put a hand on Michael's good shoulder as they approached the bull pen. "Michael, this isn't your fight. Let the police handle this. We can't let civilians try to do our jobs and potentially get hurt in the process. Please, we'll figure out what's going on and we will get justice."

Knowing that Nathan was a good cop and was determined, Michael decided to let it go for the moment.

"Well, thank you for letting me see him detective west, I know you had your reservations." Michael said with a grin, holding out his hand.

"Not a problem. Thank you, Michael." Nathan said, grinning back and shaking his hand firmly. He pulled out a card from his wallet and handed it to him. "This is my card. Call me if you can think of anything else."

Michael pulled out his own card and handed it to Nathan. "Let me know if anything changes."

Nathan nodded. "Will do, now get back to the hospital. You don't need to agitate your injury further."

Just as Michael was about to open his car he heard the screeching of brakes against pavement and looked up in time to see a very irate Jason exiting his mustang and heading straight toward him.

"Hey Jason, what's going on?" Michael asked, trying to sound nonchalant even though he knew he was busted.

Jason shook his head. "Nice try, Michael. I've been looking for you all over. Couldn't this have waited until your injury had healed further?"

"Wait," Michael said, "You were the one who was following me?"

"Who else would it be?"

"How did you know I had left the hospital?"

"I knew you might do something like this, so I was watching your room and sure enough I saw you sneak your way out of the hospital without anyone the wiser. Unfortunately, you were just a bit too elusive for me to keep up with you. I'm lucky I came to this conclusion, or I may have had to call in help."

"I'm a grown man, Jason. I can take care of myself."

"I'm confident that you can, but you're injured Michael and that's a liability. For the sanities of those you love, can you please wait to do this again until after the doctors clear you? I was out of my mind with worry."

Michael smiled and nodded, pulling Jason in for a one armed hug. "I guess we should probably get headed back, shouldn't we?"

"What do you think?" Jason asked, his eyebrow raised as Michael got into his car.

Minutes later, they were pulling into the parking garage just as Carly and Sonny were exiting a large black SUV.

"Michael, honey, what are you doing out of your room? Did the doctors clear you? I swear…"

"I went to talk to Ric. I was getting restless in my room and left."

"Without telling anyone?" Carly asked as they walked to the elevator.

"I was trying not to bring much attention in myself. If I had, they wouldn't have let me leave. Unfortunately, Jason was watching."

"You let him leave?" Sonny asked.

"I had a feeling that if I stopped him, he would wait until a different opportunity presented itself and then maybe I wouldn't be there to stop him. I tried to follow him, but he felt he was being followed and took elusive measures."

"Don't do that again." Carly warned, her emotion fierce, her eyes serious.

"I won't, and Jason's right. Besides, visiting Ric was actually quite enlightening. Detective West, Dante, and I think that something else is at play with him. You know how he is. He's not going to get his own hands dirty if he doesn't have to."

Carly nodded.

"It almost seemed like switching a light on and off. One minute he was raving, the next he was rational, then when I asked him more information about what had happened, he switched back to ranting and raving."

"What did you find out?" Sonny asked, as they made their way to Michael's hospital room.

As Michael takes his shoes off and eases himself into the bed, he fills the group in on what Ric said and lets them know his theory.

"I think that maybe something similar to what Helena did to Jason is what's happening here. It just might be a different type of conditioning."

Jason nodded, considering. "That actually does make sense, but who would want to do it. Helena, Faison, Jerry Jax, and Victor Cassadine are dead. They are the most equipped and motivated to do something for whatever reason. Does that mean we have a new enemy to deal with?'

"It would appear so." Sonny murmured and kneads his forehead. "Just when I thought things were going to settle down."

"Peace in Port Charles? That's actually pretty funny." Michael chuckled running his good hand through his hair.

"That it is." Kiki agreed from the doorway. She immediately went to Michael's side and held his hand tenderly. "How are you feeling today?"

"Better actually."

"I would hope so considering what you've already done today." Jason muttered.

Michael nudged Jason's leg with his foot.

Kiki's eyes darted to Michael's. "What does he mean? What happened?"

"I left the hospital to speak with Ric…and I may not have told anyone that I was going."

"Michael, what is wrong with you? Do you realize how hurt you could have potentially gotten? I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you. Please promise me that you won't do something so reckless again."

"How about I promise that I'll tell you if I think something necessary might be reckless?" Michael countered softly, beseeching.

Kiki's lips turned up in a small smile and squeezed his hand. "Deal." She then leaned down and kissed him chastely.

"I think we can all agree that seeing Ric isn't an option until the doctors have cleared you." Sonny said definitively. "Though this new news troubles me. Who would want to do this to Ric and for what reason? I mean I get that Ric has enemies, we all know that, but who would want to use him to hurt others?"

Carly shook her head and leaned her forehead against her hands.

"Jason? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Elizabeth's timid voice came from the doorway.

Jason turned his head to the sound and smiled at the sight. "Of course. I'll be right back, Michael."

Michael nodded and Jason followed Elizabeth out.

Elizabeth was in between smiling and tears, and she was wringing her hands. Jason took both of her hands in his and she looked up at him.

"Elizabeth, what's wrong?" Jason asked, his blue eyes troubled.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and smiled. "I have the most extraordinary news."

"What would that be?"

"Well, you know how I've been worried about Lucky? How he hasn't been available to skype Aiden in a while?"

Jason nodded, not knowing where this was headed.

"Well it looks like he was actually kidnapped. He's fine now, as is Ethan thanks to Holly, Laura, Luke, Dillon, Lulu, and Tracy."

"So that's why Laura came back to town? To get the help of their loved ones?"

"Apparently, Holly showed up at their hotel room in British Columbia. Laura originally arrived with the orders to break up Luke and Tracy otherwise Lucky would pay the price. Of course, Tracy didn't take that sitting down and followed them to British Columbia where she got the truth. Lulu and Dillon were already there as Dillon had confronted Luke about hurting his mother so publically."

"So wait, they just came right out and told them before they told Tracy?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "Apparently Dillon went after Laura for a brief moment, and Luke cracked and told him and Lulu everything."

"Okay, but what does this have to do with me?"

"Well, Lucky and Ethan were being held by Frank Smith."

"Frank Smith? I thought that sly son of a bitch was dead." Jason said.

"Well he definitely is now. Apparently Lucky was coerced into working with him because a life was on the line."

"Whose life?" Jason asked, his interest piqued.

Elizabeth's smile grew wider. "Jake's."

Tears sprung into Jason's eyes and he shook his head vigorously. "No, that can't be right. Jake, my son, is dead. He died on the operating table. He gave Josslyn his kidney."

"Apparently not. We're looking into that as we speak, but Jason our little boy is alive."

"Have you seen him?" Jason asked. "If you haven't, this could all be some elaborate hoax…"

"No hoax, in fact, I do believe his check-up is over."

"He's healthy, nothing's wrong, Elizabeth." Patrick said, walking up to Elizabeth and Jason with little Jake grasping his hand.

Jason's breath hitched in his throat as his eyes raked over Jake. He looked into his eyes last and knew it was Jake. He had his eyes and he could recognize them anywhere.

Jason walked toward him and crouched down. "Jake? It's really you."

Jake smiled and eyed him speculatively. "I remember you."

Jason heard Elizabeth gasp beside him as she, too, crouched down. "Your face has changed…" she whispered to Jason. "He didn't recognize Lucky."

"Your eyes," Jake explained, holding his hand out to touch Jason's chest.

"Is it okay for me to hug you?" Jason asked, tears threatening to spill.

Jake nodded and Jason didn't hesitate to pull little Jake into his arms. "I love you, Jake."

"Who are you?"

Jason pulled back to look Jake in the eye. "Jake, I'm your father. My name is Jason."

"But Lucky said he was my dad." Jake asked.

"He's your dad, too." Jason admitted begrudgingly. Elizabeth put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"How?" Jason asked, his expression questioning.

"Lucky married your mommy when you were little and I wasn't in a good place. He became a second daddy for you."

Jake nodded. "I don't remember him."

Jason smiled. "Well I'm glad you remember me. I actually have some people who would love to see you. Would you mind meeting some new people?"

Jason deliberated and nodded warily.

"Well, I've got to make rounds," Patrick said and left the family to walk to Michael's hospital room.

Jason opened the door to Michael's room slowly.

"Jake, I've got to let them know that you're going to be coming in, so can you and mommy give me a quick moment."

Jake nodded again and Jason entered the room, keeping the door slightly ajar.

"So, what's going on?" Sonny asked.

"I just got the most amazing news." Jason admitted, a breathtaking smile lighting his features.

The group looked at him questioningly. "Keep an open mind, it's going to be a lot to take in. My son, Jake, is alive."

Carly gasped. "That can't be. Josslyn has his kidney."

"It's true, Carly. I've seen him. I've held him in my arms. My son's alive." Jason said and opened the door farther to allow Elizabeth and Jake to enter.

Tears sprung into Carly's eyes and Michael was starting to get a bit misty eyed as well.

"Oh my god," Carly said leaning down. "It really is you."

Jake eyed her warily and looked up at Jason. Jason smiled in encouragement. "Who are you?"

Carly chuckled. "I'm Carly, and this is Sonny, and the man over there in the bed is our son Michael. We've all missed you."

"Really?" Jake asked, looking around the room at the astonished people.

"You mean a lot to a lot of people, Jake." Elizabeth stage whispered. "A lot of people love you."

"Where is he?" Came the familiar voice of Monica Quartermaine as she rushed over to the hospital room.

"My dear Michael, are you alright?" Monica asked as she neared the hospital room. She had just found out that he had been shot as she had been on an extended vacation with David.

"I'm fine, Grandma, thank you, but I'm not the one you should be seeing right now."

"Then who?" Monica asked, glancing around the room. Her heart nearly broke when she saw little Jake standing next to Jason and Elizabeth.

Her breath hitched and tears spilled over her blue eyes. "Is-is that J-Jake?" she stuttered, unable to believe what her eyes were telling her.

Elizabeth tearfully nodded, walking Jake over to her. "It's a long story, one we can all talk about later, but what matters is that Jake is alive."

Jake looked at the older woman and recognitions sparked in his mind as he vaguely remembered meeting her here at the hospital, or what he assumed was the hospital.

"I remember you, too, but I don't know who you are."

Monica chuckled. "I'm your grandmother, dear child. Can I hug you?"

After more careful deliberation, Jake walked into her waiting arms and hugged her torso. Monica kissed his head as she hugged him back. She stayed in her crouched position and delicately put her hands over Jake's ears.

"Where was he?" Monica whispered.

All eyes pointed to Elizabeth who quickly answered. "Lucky found her on Cassadine Island."

"What?" Jason seethed. "I thought that the old bitch was dead."

"Jason," Monica chided.

Jason shook his head. "Helena's dead and Faison's dead. Who else would want to keep him on Cassadine Island?"

"Perhaps another Cassadine?" Monica mused. "Cryogenics seem to be popular in that family."

"Robin performed examinations on hers, Faison's, and Jerry Jax's corpses, and there was no way they could come back." Elizabeth countered. "We've also talked since that revelation, and according to lab results, they were the real people. Not clones or whatever else they could have come up with."

Monica shook her head and took her hands away from Jake's ears.

"Jake honey, do you remember anything about the island you were staying on before you were brought here?" Elizabeth asked, holding her son's hand, rubbing soothing circles across the back of it.

"I remember there was this old lady that would sometimes visit me with this old man with long grey hair. I haven't seen them in a while. I had someone watching me at all times, but I could do almost anything I wanted. I had a teacher, there, too."

"So at least he wasn't missing out on schooling." Michael mused.

"That has to be Helena and Faison." Carly murmured.

"There was this dark haired man, there, too. He had light eyes, like your shirt." Jake said pointing to the light grey t-shirt that Jason was wearing.

"So we have a mystery guy." Sonny mused, rubbing his hand against his chin.

"Jake, did he ever say his name?" Jason asked, crouching down to meet him at eye level.

Jake's brow furrowed as he attempted to recall the name of the man. "I think he said his name was James. That's all I can remember."

Jason glanced at those around him and everybody shook their head. No one had heard of a James, but it could be an alias. One thing was for certain, Jake's safety was a priority as well as the safeties of everyone else.

"Jake, honey, we're going to go home. Is that alright?" Elizabeth asked, glancing down at her son.

Jake smiled, nodded, and followed Elizabeth out the door.

"Well that was surreal." Carly commented when the two were gone.

"And apparently we have a new enemy to deal with." Michael added, running his good hand through his hair.

"You need to focus on getting better." Carly commanded. Michael smirked and decided not to protest her concern.

Carly patted Michael's arm and the group launched into a story about one of the other foes they had faced, completely oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

(A/N: For ease of writing and understanding, I'm going to have the next section of the story be POV based. As you know, this isn't my typical writing style. Because Gideon is a new character, having insight on his own private feelings and thoughts would be crucial. After this, I will make sure to provide advanced warning of future use of this writing style.)

Gideon POV

"So you've regained your memory have you?" Gideon mused to himself as he discreetly. "Well done, Mr. Morgan. Helena would be pleased."

"Can I help you?" A strangely familiar dark-haired woman asked, walking up to him.

Gideon shook his head to escape his reverie and gave her an easy smile. "I'm sorry, I'm just waiting for someone."

The familiar woman's brown eyes looked at him speculatively and he could almost hear the wheels churning in her pretty little head.

"I'm sorry I don't believe I've had the chance to introduce myself. Gideon Tate. And you are?" Gideon asked, holding out his tanned, muscled, hand.

The woman offered him a smile of her own and he had to admit she was quite beautiful when she smiled. "Samantha Morgan." She answered, holding out her own olive-toned hand. "Who are you waiting for? Perhaps I know them."

So, this was Jason's wife. Well, it looked like that marriage was under turmoil given the fact that Jason had so obviously chosen the other woman in his life. Perhaps this was something he would be able to use to his advantage. Now that Morgan had had his chip removed, there was no way to utilize the conditioning.

"If only the testing with Lansing had yielded more results. Perhaps another try could yield a more desirable outcome, and then he could test his theory out on Jason. Bring to life the dream that had Helena had lost upon her death." Gideon thought to himself as he examined the woman in front of him.

"I'm afraid you've caught me in a lie. I work here."

"Really? I've never seen you around here." Sam asked, leaning her back against the wall.

"I just transferred from Long Island. I'm actually a neurosurgeon, not that you were wondering."

"Interesting, my ex, Dr. Patrick Drake, is a neurosurgeon as well."

"Drake works here? Intriguing."

"You know him."

"We met in college. I haven't seen him in years."

Knowing that this woman dated Drake suddenly made her much more appealing. Given my busyness, I hadn't had the time to give Drake a thought. We were roommates in college and I thought we were friends until I found him in bed with my girlfriend of over two years. Thankfully, he didn't see me.

If he doesn't know that I know, he won't see me coming.

"Were you close?"

"College roommates, actually." I say. Starting off with the truth might just be the best way to go. "Now that I've met you, I'd like to hear more about you. There's not much to say about me."

Sam shook his head. "I'm sure that's not true."

She's right. It's not. There's a lot about me that she doesn't and shouldn't know. Despite my intentions, I'm actually finding myself interested in what this woman has to say.

I laugh to lighten the mood. "I'm quite serious, Samantha. Please tell me more about yourself."

Sam giggles. "Sam actually. Not much to say about me either. My recently presumed dead husband is alive, but we are separated as he is in love with someone else. I recently broke up with my boyfriend. I have my son, Danny, of whom my husband, Jason, is the father."

"Not to be crude but I can't say I'm sorry to hear about you and your husband's separation."

"Oh?" Sam asked, looking affronted.

"Because if you weren't I wouldn't be able to ask you out to dinner tonight."

Sam's smile grew wider and she shook her head as she chuckled. "I'm flattered, Gideon. Truly I am. I'm afraid I can't take you up on your offer."

I'm confused. Didn't she just say that she and her husband were separated? Is she still hung up on Drake? He always did have a way with the ladies.

"Is it something I said?"

"It's just that I just got out of a relationship."

"We could always go out as friends. No pressure." I propose. This woman is really starting to pique my interest.

I can see her deliberate it and I take the smile that comes across her face as a good sign.

"Yeah, I think we can do that." Sam finally answers. She then pulls out a piece of paper and a pen and writes something down. "Here's my number. Call me or text me when you want to set something up."

I smile back at her and tear off part of the paper and give her the same information.

"I'll be seeing you, Ms. Morgan," I say and walk away, my black, Italian leather loafers clicking against the floor as I walk away from the ever mysterious Ms. Morgan.

"Alright, score one for Gideon Tate Cassadine." Gideon says to himself as he strides around the corner.

END OF GIDEON POV

Sam watched Gideon as he walked away and smiled to herself. That was certainly strange. Even stranger that he happened to know Patrick. She was here to pick up Danny's most recent test results.

As Sam rounded the corner, moving toward a nearby bench she saw Elizabeth walking away with a blonde haired little boy. Curious, she called out to her.

"Elizabeth?" Sam asked as she approached the two.

Elizabeth turned around. "Sam. What are you doing here?"

Sam couldn't form an answer, though, as her eyes happened upon Jake, who last she had heard was deceased.

"Elizabeth, is that…?"

Elizabeth looked down with pride and hugged Jake closer to her. "It is. Jake, this is daddy's friend Sam."

Sam stiffened at the introduction. Jason's friend? She was his wife, the divorce hadn't even started yet. She decided now wasn't the time or place to discuss it, though.

Elizabeth seemed to sense Sam's unease. "I don't want to confuse him. This seems to be easiest." Elizabeth explained in a whisper.

Sam's unease waned slightly as she understood. "Have you told him about Danny?"

"Not yet. Lucky just came back with him this morning."

"Did Lucky know?" Sam asked, surprised.

"No, of course not." Elizabeth answered. "Can we sit down?"

"Sure," Sam said and listened as Elizabeth explained everything that had happened.

"Amazing, the old witch can still make our lives hell even from the dead."

"We actually think she may have had yet another accomplice."

"Who now?" Sam asked, exasperated. "I swear she lived on causing others misery."

"The queen of the damned surely did have a knack for it." Elizabeth agreed. "Well, we must be going. It was good to see you, Sam."

"You, too." Sam said, standing and making her way to Silas's office.

"Knock, knock." Sam said with a grin as she walked through his open door.

Silas looked up. "Sam, you're here for Danny's test results?"

Sam nodded. Silas retrieved the results from his desk and handed them to her.

"It's good news. No sign of cancer. Danny's perfectly healthy."

Sam visibly relaxed and hugged him quickly. "Thank you, Silas."

He hugged her back and then released her. "It's a pleasure Sam, really."

"Well, as always, thank you. I have to get back to Danny."

"Go, go. Until next time."

"Until next time." Sam said walking out.