Hey readers! So, it's been a while since I last updated. However, this chapter is going to be a bit more interesting, I promise. I'm bringing Kristina into this chapter and her corresponding story line. I would love to know your thoughts on it and what I should do with it going forward. I'm going to try to churn out another chapter soon, but I have a few things coming up that might take precedence, so bear with me. Thank you to those who have stayed loyal. I love all of my readers, even those who don't particularly agree with my story direction. REVIEW, RESPOND, FAVORITE, FOLLOW! Reviews make me happy!

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Jess

Gideon stewed in his holding cell, running his hands through his hair furiously. "Dammit," he screamed.

"Hey, calm down in there." The guard barked.

Gideon glared stonily at the guard and paced. He stopped midstride when he noticed Sam.

"Sam?" Gideon asked, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to make sure you were actually in jail." Sam answered with a small grin to herself.

Gideon grimaced. "Perhaps for now,"

Sam raised her eyebrows. "You think you're going to get out of here, do you?"

Gideon simply stared at her mutely. "What do you want, Sam?" While he had said those hateful words to her, he truly did love her and he hated himself for it. Love was weakness. Especially when you loved someone who could ruin you.

"I thought I just told you that."

Gideon shook her head. "You could have called the station for that answer. Why are you actually here?"

Sam shook her head. "I shouldn't care should I, but I need to know. Why me? Why did you go after me?"

Gideon deliberated over how best to answer. "I didn't plan it, if that's what you're asking. Do you remember the day we met?"

"At the hospital," Sam answered. "What about it?"

"I had just been transferred from Long Island. I was in Port Charles to pursue my dearly departed grandmother."

Sam made a disgusted noise. "How you praise that woman, I'll never know."

Gideon shook his head, deciding now wasn't the time to get into it. "Let's agree to disagree on that one. I didn't go to Port Charles with the intent of pursuing a relationship with you. However, when I discovered that you were Morgan's wife and Patrick's ex it made you a bit more appealing."

Sam's eyes sparked in surprise. "What does Patrick have to do with it?"

"Are you sure this is something you want to hear?" Gideon asked with a mischievous smile.

"While we may not be together anymore, Patrick is a good friend. Keep that in mind."

Gideon nodded before launching into his story. "I mentioned that we were college roommates. What I didn't mention was that he slept with my girlfriend of over two years. He doesn't know that I know, though."

"How?" Sam asked, resting against the wall near her.

"The door was cracked and they were too distracted to notice my presence. I peered inside, saw Drake on top of my girlfriend, Julie and left before I did something I would regret."

"That takes some self-control," Sam mused.

Gideon chuckled darkly to himself as he ran a hand through his longish, wavy black hair. "It wasn't easy, believe me. I wanted to kill him. I came back after I was sure she was gone. Drake was reading a magazine, acting like nothing had happened. Not even fifteen minutes later, Julie shows up and acts like nothing happened. About three days later, I broke up with her. Gave her some lame excuse about 'drifting apart' or some bullshit and walked away."

"Did she know you knew?" Sam asked, intrigued with the story.

Gideon shook his head. "I figured I would get even with them both someday."

"Don't do anything to Patrick," Sam warned, her eyes fierce.

"My, my, Samantha, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you still had feelings for the man."

"I'll always love Patrick," Sam admitted. "But I don't love him enough. That's why I chose Jason."

"Just like I'll always love you," Gideon murmured.

"Really?" Sam asked sarcastically. "You're kidding right? You spewed out hateful words to me the day we broke up. Made attempts to embarrass me."

"Embarrass you?" Gideon protested.

"I believe you said and I quote 'That's not what you were saying in my bed earlier'," Sam reiterated.

"That was in bad taste," Gideon admitted. "What was I supposed to do? You had obviously gone back to Morgan and I was hurting. I wanted you to hurt, too."

"That's not love," Sam shook her head.

"Are you saying that you and Morgan have never hurt each other?"

Sam couldn't answer that with the answer she wanted to give without lying. Truth was she and Jason had hurt each other, but they had always come back to each other. They had each made mistakes, but they loved each other through it all. Through thick and thin.

"That's what I thought," Gideon muttered.

"Anyway, I'm just warning you, don't hurt Patrick."

"What makes you think I'm going to hurt him?"

"The same applies to those he cares about," Sam clarified.

Gideon decided to not say anything as he didn't want to anger Samantha more than he already had. He merely watched her with admiration. Although their story had been anything but traditional, he loved her, even though she didn't love him.

"Going back to your original question: why you, I'd like to answer that a bit more fully." Gideon started.

Sam gestured for him to go on.

"Like I said before, it wasn't planned. Meeting you wasn't planned. I didn't know who you were until after you introduced yourself, and I didn't discover your previous relationship with Drake until after we had started seeing each other. You were just a beautiful woman who I thought was in need of a good man to take care of her."

Sam scoffed. "I hardly need anyone to take care of me, and you aren't a good man, Gideon."

Gideon raised his eyebrows but then let it go. "I suppose you could say that, my decisions aren't exactly praise worthy, but I am a doctor."

"You know there are doctors out there who aren't good." Sam pointed out.

"When it comes to practicing medicine, I don't play around. My patients get the best possible care that I can give. Question my motives on other matters, but when it comes to medicine, I am a good man."

"I'm guessing you got that from your mother's side?" Sam asked.

"And why would you say that?" Asked a voice coming up behind her. Sam whirled around to see an older, fit gentleman with long black hair that was greying at the temples, which was tied back.

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

"Sam, this is my father, Alistair James." Gideon said, making introductions. "Father, this is Samantha Morgan. The woman I was telling you about."

"Ah yes, what a pleasure to finally meet you." Alistair said with a brilliant smile and a firm handshake. "I understand where you make your judgment, I do. My mother was far from a good woman."

Sam smiled and chuckled. She was getting a good feeling about this man. "My sympathies if Helena was your mother."

"Sam," Gideon admonished.

"No, no, she's completely right. My mother wasn't would anyone would call a good woman. She was a devious, heinous, hateful woman who lived for the pain and misery of anyone she thought had either wronged her or as unworthy. She loved her family though. I don't know why, but Gideon seems to have an unshakeable fondness for my mother."

"That is where we undoubtedly clash," Sam murmured. "She slit my grandmother's throat in front of my mother."

Alistair nodded. "Yes, Gideon told me about. My apologies and condolences to your family."

Sam thanked him before addressing another question. "For a child of Helena's, you seem relatively normal."

Alistair laughed boisterously, his guffaws filling the room. "Well I appreciate that, thank you. While I am Helena's son, I wasn't raised by her for long. When I was about six years old, my father Richard James took me away from her and raised me on his own with his wife Marilyn. She didn't relocate me until well after I had graduated law school and was running my own firm. My ex-wife Lucia and I had Gideon while we were still married and Helena was overjoyed to discover she had an heir."

"How did she discover where you were?"

"My father had kept me well hidden for years, however when his wife passed away he was devastated. He delved heavily into drinking and eventually developed liver cancer which he didn't bother to get diagnosed until it was too late. Helena found him on his death bed. I had always had questions about my mother and so he gave me the information shortly before he passed. It wasn't long after that Helena turned up on my doorstep."

"That was the day I met her," Gideon interrupted. "I was about thirteen at the time and I was terrified because she had this regal presence about her. When she found out who I was, she took me under her wing much to the displeasure of my mother and father, but when they discovered that I wouldn't stop at getting to know her, they decided to try to curb her influence."

"Which clearly didn't work," Alistair muttered. "I mean my god, you were doing her dirty work."

"I made my choices," Gideon acknowledged.

"Yes, like keeping my step-son captive." Sam retorted.

"I didn't know who he was to you or Jason, just that he was one of grandmother's pet projects. I do feel bad for the poor kid. Witnessing what he witnessed."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. Jake had been acting off lately which was displayed prominently in his art in art therapy. Jason was concerned about it, as was Elizabeth.

Alistair was interested, too. Gideon had always glossed over this part.

"It's none of your concern," Gideon said with a wave of his hand.

That angered Sam as she strode forward. "So help me god, Gideon, tell me."

Unexpectedly, though, he didn't answer. Rather he grabbed her through the bars and pressed his lips to hers feverishly.

Sam shoved him back, raking the back of her hand across her mouth as she made a disgusted noise. "What the hell!"

"I was waiting for you to get close enough." Gideon explained.

"She clearly doesn't want to be with you son, I would recommend moving on."

Gideon glared at his father. "You don't know what we had together."

"What we had? What we had was a rebound." Sam dismissed.

Gideon shook his head. There was no point with arguing with her. He'd have to give her time. Eventually, she'd see the light.

"Nice try at distraction, but you need to fess up." Alistair said, bringing them back to the question at hand.

Sam put her hands on her hips. Gideon followed the movement, remembering all the times, he had had his hands in those very same places. He cleared his throat and stopped his errant thoughts. The last thing he needed was to get turned on by his memories.

"I'll only tell if I can get a plea bargain," Gideon wagered.

"How important is this information?" Alistair asked Sam.

"Depending on what Jake witnessed, very." Sam answered.

"I'll speak with the D.A."

"Thanks Dad," Gideon called as Alistair walked toward the stairs. Alistair merely shook his head. Sam followed him up the stairs.

"Let me know if he says anything," Sam said, handing Alistair her card.

"Are you married to Jason Morgan?" Alistair asked.

"I am," Sam answered.

"I met him a while back when I first got into town. He was talking with one of my acquaintances, Carly Corinthos."

"She's a friend of the family," Sam remarked fondly.

"I'll be in touch." Alistair said, holding up her card.

"I appreciate that," Sam responded, walking out of the precinct.

She was just walking into the penthouse when Jason came walking down the stairs in a towel, his hair dripping down his chest. Sam watched as the water moved its way down his muscular torso before getting lost in the towel. She involuntarily licked her lips as desire pooled in her core.

"Where have you been?" Jason asked, curious as he walked towards her, putting his arms around her waist.

"I went to the precinct." Sam answered. "To see Gideon."

Jason's brow furrowed. "Why would you waste time going to see him?'

"To get answers."

"About?" Jason asked, slightly concerned. He loved Sam and he knew she loved him, but Gideon had been with her when he was too stupid to realize that he should've been.

"I wanted to know why me? Why did he go after me?"

"Did he answer those questions?" Jason asked, his concern piqued.

"He did," Sam answered. "He also mentioned something about Jake. He mentioned that Jake had witnessed something and that he felt bad for him."

"Gideon doesn't show remorse, so this must be something bad." Jason realized, wondering what his son had witnessed.

"When I demanded to know, I strode forward to get in his face, and he used that to his advantage."

Jason's attention went back to her. "How so?"

"He kissed me," Sam answered.

Jason couldn't help the surge of rage that went through him at the thought of Gideon's hands on his wife again. He couldn't stand it. Without warning, he crashed his lips to Sam's as his arms tightened around her waist.

"Not that I'm complaining," Sam breathed as Jason moved his lips down her neck. "But what brought this on?"

"The thought of Gideon putting his hands on you. Let's just say, I feel the unquenchable urge to mark my territory as it were."

Sam giggled and moaned as she tilted her head back as Jason moved his lips down to her collar bone where he nipped and sucked until a small bruise formed. Sam had been feeling a similar need as she watched Jason and Elizabeth collaborate over Jake. She knew it was because they shared a son, but Elizabeth was obviously hopeful of something.

"Do it, then." Sam murmured huskily, nipping his ear lobe which she knew drove him mad. Jason quickly discarded her jacket, sending it across the room, before practically ripping through the buttons of her dark grey blouse, which Sam quickly shimmied off.

Jason hungrily took in her naked bodice as he made work of removing his own t-shirt.

"Let me," Sam requested with a salacious look in her eye as she clenched the hem of the t-shirt and pulled it up hastily.

Once his shirt was gone, Sam trailed her fingertips up and down his torso, spending an extra second closer to the waistband of his jeans.

Jason sucked in a sharp breath as her touch sent tingles up his spine. "Sam, what are you doing to me?"

Sam smiled to herself as she boldly cupped his stone hard erection through the coarse fabric of his jeans. Jason let out an involuntary moan and reaching quickly, unclasped her black, lacy bra which fell quickly as well. Sam let out a moan as he suckled on the erect, exposed nipple. Her one hand tangled in his hair, while her other hand stroked his erection through his jeans.

He nearly had her to orgasm when he removed his mouth from her nipple and cocked an eyebrow as she practically whined with need.

"Jason," she pleaded, her brown eyes lustful. Without another thought, he hoisted her up into his arms and with careful precision, ground his hips against hers, hitting her clit, making the fabric of her own jeans rub against the place she wanted him most.

She gasped and burrowed her lips into his neck as he carried them over to the couch. There was no way they were going to make it to the bed. Sam suckled at the pulse point, pulling away when she was sure she had left a mark.

Jason carefully pressed her into the couch cushions before unbuttoning her jeans with eager haste, throwing them behind him, her panties thrown somewhere similar.

Sam leaned up on her elbows and grinned. "Like what you see, Jase."

"Oh yes, baby, I do," Jason said with an answering grin before discarding his own jeans and briefs. He looked into her eyes for any trace of hesitance as he leveled himself above her entrance which was very ready for him and dripping with need.

"Oh yes, Jason, god yes," she screamed as he entered her in one full thrust. It didn't take them long to find a grueling rhythm, Jason pumping into her hard and fast, his thumb rubbing furiously against her clit as their tongues tangled in a sensual dance.

Jason reached underneath them, lifting Sam so he could thrust deeper. "I'm going to need you to hold on to me, baby." He warned.

Sam breathlessly took hold of his muscular biceps as he picked up the pace, determined to get her to orgasm.

He knew she was close as he felt her walls clench around him, her quivering hastening his own undoing. "Jason," she screamed as she climaxed around him, her fingers digging into his arms as her head tilted back as her mind blowing orgasm rocked through her.

"Sam," Jason grunted as he came to his own, his hot seed shooting deep inside her. He moved them slightly so that he was lying on his back and she on his chest.

"Jason, that was…hot." Sam murmured, tilting her head up to look into his half-closed blue orbs.

"You're telling me," Jason said breathlessly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you,"

"I feel very marked." Sam said with a giggle, referring to his earlier desire to 'mark his territory'. "Yet, I'm the one who marked you. Literally."

"Really?" Jason asked, his eyebrow quirked. "A love bite. You've been naughty, wife."

"Only with you, husband."

Jason chuckled. "That's right. I'll be naughty with you, any day. However, I should point out that I did mark you, just in a couple different places."

"Really?" Sam asked, looking down her body. Sure enough there was a mark on her breast, one just out of view on her collarbone which she only saw through the mirror across the room. There was also one just above her belly button…when had he done that? "Good,"

"I'm glad you think so," Jason whispered as he felt his erection come back to life deep inside her.

"Again…already?"

"Oh yes," Jason murmured with a kiss to her lips.

Meanwhile, Kristina paced the room, trying to figure out how to broach the subject of her sexuality with her parents. (Author's Note: I know I haven't alluded it to it yet in the story, however as you've seen, I haven't really focused on Kristina…but staying true to the story line they're going with regarding her sexuality, I might as well mix it up a little).

"Kristina, you don't have to worry. Mom and Uncle Sonny will just as much as they do now…they just want you to be happy."

"How will they feel when they figure out I've been lying to them?"

"You've been lying to them already…they found out about the suspension. I think they'll be a little hurt that you didn't trust them with the truth, but they'll be happy that you told them."

"Molly, can you be there when I tell them?" Kristina asked, glancing at her to gauge her reaction.

"Of course," Molly said and embraced her sister. "I'll always be here for you, Krissy. You know that. Unfortunately, I do have to get going to class…but I'll be back later to check on you."

"Thank you," Kristina said and watched her leave. She was just finishing up a paragraph in her diary when she heard knocking come from the direction of the door.

When she opened the door she wasn't expecting who she saw: Parker.

"Parker, what are you doing here?" Kristina asked, steeling her emotions so as not to get her hopes up.

"I came to see you." Parker murmured, her eyes soft.

Kristina took a deep breath and opened the door farther allowing the professor entrance. "Why?"

"I heard what happened at your mother's wedding? You being held at gunpoint. I wanted to make sure you were okay. See you with my own eyes. Hear your voice."

"See, this is where I get confused. Making me feel like you care."

Parker took a step forward. "I do care about you, Kristina. However, like I've told you before, we can't be together. I'm married and I have a career both of which you threaten."

"Why would I be a threat against your marriage unless you felt something, too?" Kristina challenged, stepping forward, her eyes flaring.

Parker took a deep breath. "Kristina, you're right. I'm attracted to you, but that's just it. Just an attraction."

"Let's test it," Kristina breathed before pressing her lips to Parker's. Parker stood frozen for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. She raised her hand and pressed it against Kristina's only for a moment, but Kristina took it as encouraging and wrapped her arms around Parker's neck.

Parker pulled away, though, and shook her head. "No, Kristina, this can't happen."

"Why?" Kristina demanded, her face flushed, her heartbeat racing. "I know you feel it, too. You responded to our kiss. You kissed me back."

Parker nodded. Denying it would be futile. "I did, but Kristina, it can't happen again. I'm telling you, it's not good for either of us."

Kristina watched Parker's body language. "Is that you talking? Or is that what you think you should do talking? You feel something for me, Parker. Admit it. My feelings aren't one sided."

Parker took a deep breath and leaned her head back, resting her body against the couch arm. "No, they aren't, but Kristina, I'm married. I love my wife. I love my career."

"I want to see where this takes us." Kristina murmured, her eyes never leaving the professor's.

"Kristina," Parker warned, knowing the look of determination in Kristina's eyes well. "I'm telling you…"

"No more talking," Kristina murmured and pressed her lips to Parker's once more, wrapping her arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

Parker didn't have time to react as she heard the sharp gasp of someone from the doorway. The pair pulled apart to see Alexis Davis speechless in the doorway.

"Kristina?" Alexis asked, still not completely comprehending what she had just seen.