The Last Name On His Lips…
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: I wish I could say only Jason's death was BS but the entirety of GH 2021 was BS and with the continuation of Sante, it still is BS. Not to mention that it's less General Hospital and more the Carly Benson/Corinthos show. Unpopular opinion but Carly didn't deserve Sonny back once she married his best friend mere months after she thought Sonny dead implying that it was always him that she really loved not Sonny,
Updated Author's Note November 2024: I know it's now been revealed Jason lived and Sam has been the character actually killed off. The break up of JaSam was the beginning of the slow death to the character Sam McCall by way of a complete erosion of her established, recognized, & beloved characteristics/traits. Sam was turned from a once fearless bad ass woman into a frightened step ford wife and all of this was done during her extremely concerning pairing with Dante Falconeri, whose status as older half-brother to Sam's first child Lila was never mentioned & the two sharing a sibling in Kristina was never viewed as too close for comfort on the family tree by the writers.
The final nail in the coffin came when Jason, ultimately revealed to be alive, returns and the two share few scenes together, written as if they're strangers passing on the street instead of the epic loves of each other's lives and then came the final step in the process: for Sam McCall to actually die.
I have no words about her death. I only want to say that it has been one of the saddest things for me to witness the slow destruction of this one mighty character and the dismantling of an iconic super couple out of what amounts to spite and petty personal vindictiveness. Frank Valentini is the worst thing that has ever happened to General Hospital, an iconic soap opera that once had spectacular can't miss storylines & compelling characters is now a show that is known among fans for it's awful quality, it's an ant trying to hide in the shadow of the giant's former glory hoping that's enough to keep going unnoticed for the truth of what it is today: a show whose only numbers that continue to rise consistently are the number of viewers giving up watching it entirely.
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Quite frankly, Jason felt the vibrations and actually heard the sound before rocks even began to fall. He'd probably fired the shot that made the tunnel collapse and had trapped him under the boulders.
Now, he was buried beneath them.
Jason could feel the weight of each one crushing his vital organs in a slow, torturous manner but he could also hear the screams of the others, so he had a sliver of hope. They were all calling his name trying to get a response. However, his lung capacity would only allow him a few ragged yet precious breaths but nothing like something close to a response to let them know he had survived… for now.
He squeezed his eyes shut to keep all of the dust from making them burn even worse than they were already.
Ironically, in all the times he'd come close to near certain death, a part of him had always told him that would live. It was like a tiny voice in his head that made his will to survive intensify, it was like a beacon that guided him back from the brink every time he ever got close. A voice that spoke to his soul telling him that living was his only option because he had to get back to that owner of that voice.
Sam.
That voice with a devilish lilt that Jason would never ever tire of hearing. It was that very lilt that always told him know that no matter what crazy, illegal, or dangerous plan he concocted that she would be right by his side.
The only time since falling completely in love with his soulmate, that they had been truly parted by physical distance were the five hellish years he'd been locked up in that clinic and all he thought about was getting back to Sam's side so they could be together with Danny. Jason knew he'd make it back to her during that interminable time. The voice, her voice, told him that he would find a way to make it back his Sam and their son. A son he now knows is his son in every way; the only reason that comforted Jason is because he knew that was what Sam wanted and he didn't want that man hanging over his son's head for the rest of his life just because of DNA when it didn't matter.
He'd listened to that voice everyday for years tell him to find a way home.
Jason had gotten back to them. He'd gotten home. He'd swore to Sam that he'd never leave her or Danny & Emily Scout, again.
"I'll never let anything come between us again."
Jason couldn't even scoff at himself in disgust because of the weight slowly crushing his chest, depriving him ever so slowly of air, and crushing his ribs.
He always made the promises, he always was good at that part but for some reason, Jason just couldn't ever learn his lesson of how to truly put Sam and his family first. He'd wanted a child with Sam from the very start. Ultimately, being there for whatever Sonny was always like the most important and most urgent thing he had to over anything he was doing with Sam, Danny, and Scout. Sonny was always telling him his priorities were screwed up, he tried so many times to make him see there was more to life than just the job.
Jason just truly never learned.
Now, here he was at the bottom of a tunnel collapse far from Sam and his family. He was trapped beneath the rubble of his latest terrible choice. Jason could feel the weight pressing down on him, death closing in on him.
Everyone's heard that a person's life flashes before their eyes before they die. Jason knows that it's actually like your heart aches to remember who were the important people and what were the most important moments one more time just in case this really is the last time you'll ever see them.
Sonny lending him money for a cab, offering him a burger and then a job, finally, a brotherhood that was stronger than any family bond he'd had after his crash.
The night Carly showed up at his apartment to tell him about her pregnancy and ask if he would say the baby was his, ultimately, altering the very course of his life. It led to finding the best friend of his life. Jason regrets deeply that he'd allowed all of his sadness of the last year to confusing his feelings of loneliness for a love that was never more than friendship, deep down he'd always known it.
A love that was always much greater than any friend was Robin, he had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was his first real love, at least that he could remember, and Jason was always grateful for the night on the bridge when he met the woman who taught him what it was to love someone.
There was also Elizabeth. Mother of his first child. The saddest thing about Elizabeth, for him, was that in the beginning he really thought it could lead someplace special. However, a part of him always held back from her, an instinct telling him not to jump in too deep with her; his instinct had been right. He had known in his heart as she walked out of the penthouse that if he had felt anything real for her that he'd have stopped her.
However, he had been in love with Courtney. Jason could never shake the feeling that she was brought into his life to teach him the lesson that sometimes love just was not enough. It was if the circumstances were always against them, trying to test and separate them despite how much they loved each other, and ultimately the death of their child did just that... not that a part of him didn't always love her.
Although, Jason had never believed in things happening for a reason but meeting and falling in love with Sam made him a believer. Jason had suddenly understood why everything in his life had ever happened just as it did and she was the reason. Everything from his accident, to his amnesia to working for Sonny, being Michael's father that first year, falling for Robin, not falling for Elizabeth, and things never working out for he and Courtney had all happened so he could be ready to fall in love with his soulmate.
Sam.
He wasn't a man that pretended he knew everything about how the universe worked or a higher power existed although he did believe in God but Jason knew he had been made for Sam McCall and she for him. Even before falling for her, he'd felt something he couldn't identify for her; the way he felt protective of her and would've done anything to keep her safe and happy was unlike anything he'd felt for anyone else.
Not Sonny, Carly, Robin, Elizabeth, or his own wife, Courtney.
In the early days, when she had run off, Jason had taken off after her out of nothing but instinct. There was a need in him to find her that he couldn't explain at the time yet looking back, he had already begun caring for in a mysterious way he couldn't explain. When he found her sitting on that bench and she'd told him that he didn't even like her, he erupted in frustration as he told her that she didn't know how he felt about anything because the truth was he didn't know how he felt about anything especially how he felt about her since he'd never felt like that before as he hadn't known it was the feeling of finally finding your unconditional love, the true love of your life, the feeling of knowing that she is the only one for him because his soul knew it had found its mate before his heart and mind figured it out.
Sam's pregnancy had been one of the very best times of his entire life and it still would be even if he had all of his memories from his entire life restored in this very moment. When she lost Baby Lila, it was a guttural pain unlike anything he'd ever felt including the baby Courtney had lost. Probably because she only told him afterward so it's hard to mourn and grieve something you never knew you had on the way, he knew she held that incapability to match her grief against him. However, he'd planned to raise the little girl Sam was going to have, she was his in every way that really mattered by the tragic end, the reason he had the chance to fall in love with Sam, and that's why Baby Lila was one of the greatest blessings, greatest loves, and greatest losses of his life.
Baby Lila was the reason for everything that happened with Sam. If there is an afterlife... maybe he'll see her again real soon. He could feel the darkness creeping into his mind.
Jason had sworn he was done with romance until Sam McCall.
She changed everything. She changed him.
God, he should have taken her right down to the court house after he proposed to over Chinese food at their coffee table and she said yes. Another mistake.
There were so many things he should have done different. So many times when he should have proven to her that, despite appearances, Sam truly was the most important person to him in his life, in the world.
Jason should not have returned to being Sonny and Carly's lackey when he came home. They had seemed to managed their own lives just fine without him being their referee when they thought he was dead. Maybe the only reason they behaved like children instead of adults capable of fixing their own problems is because he let simply never put an actual, definitive stop to it.
He said he would no longer stand for it many times, another example of him just being talk. Another regret to add to the count.
Just like Jason regretted everything that happened this year.
After Sonny was gone, things spiraled into a sort of ridiculousness in the business, especially with Carly even before he'd let things go too far, and then there was what he'd been doing with Britt. Sure, he liked her well enough and was certainly attracted to her on some level but when they had been on the run together, she took it as far more significant than himself because really, Jason was completely heartbroken and he'd used Britt as a substitute for Sam.
Jason remembers when Sam had showed up and all he wanted was to steal her away, run together like they always had, the Bonnie to his Clyde. He just wanted to have her by his side... not slowly watch her drift closer and closer to Dante's side, of all people. No man deserved her, not even he did he knew that, but Jason knew Dante wasn't right for Sam. He wasn't her kind of man, he saw the world in only terms of absolutes, rights and wrongs, law and order, the good guys like himself and the bad guys like his father and Jason. It never mattered to Dante how his stubborn denial of the world that existed in between, the world of gray where actual reality usually fits, had led to one of the worst thing to ever happen to his own baby brother. Dante didn't intend for that to happen, Jason knew that, but Dante denied that truth that was being told to him about the reality of Michael's situation because he denied the world of gray where Michael's last name was all that really mattered to the judge.
Dante still clung to those same beliefs of no world in between, only black and white despite the hells he'd clearly been through recently because it's who Dante was at his core. Jason knew that the closer Sam got to him, the harder pushed she'd be to live in that world too out of what Dante would call fundamental questions of loyalty and trust, especially from a woman who had a past as con woman and associations with the mob, despite it being Dante's own father, because those were the bad guys who lived in that gray world.
No, a relationship with a man like Dante wouldn't do well for Sam in the long run... even if she and others tried to convince her otherwise.
He knew Sam McCall, she needed to remain free, independent regardless of her partner, she would always need a challenge to pursue, a case to figure out, a guy's ass to kick.
She said it all of the time, she loved the adrenaline just like he did, it was why they understood each other so well. It didn't matter if no one else understood why they loved outrunning bullets, flying down the road on motorcycles, jumping off buildings in the street, whatever it was... she was right there with him because she loved it too.
It would be one of the most heartbreaking things to see someone try to tame her.
Jason was pulled from his thoughts, memories, his contemplations because the voices were getting louder which meant they were getting closer. His crushed lungs would still not let him respond.
"Jason! We're coming!" Drew yelled.
Drew, the brother he didn't know he had, that had thought he was himself even marrying his Sam and fathering the baby girl with her. A daughter that was supposed to be his with Sam even though he loves Emily Scout as if she were his own, the fact that she was not broke his heart in ways words could not express. If only Jason had not left Sam then Emily Scout would have been his daughter just like his baby girl Lila.
Why did he leave Sam? He should have never left Sam.
Jason could feel the biggest boulders being lifted off of him and finally, he could see faces.
However, the face Jason saw was the love of his life, Sam McCall.
"I—" He started but was cut off by fingers on his lips.
"No, don't speak. Save your strength." Britt said, "You can tell me when you're better."
Jason didn't have time to correct her or spare her feelings.
He had to tell her.
He had to say it.
Once more.
The Last Name On His Lips…
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: I wish I could say only Jason's death was BS but the entirety of GH 2021 was BS and with the continuation of Sante, it still is BS. Not to mention that it's less General Hospital and more the Carly Benson/Corinthos show. Unpopular opinion but Carly didn't deserve Sonny back once she married his best friend mere months after she thought Sonny dead implying that it was always him that she really loved not Sonny,
Updated Author's Note November 2024: I know it's now been revealed Jason lived and Sam has been the character actually killed off. The break up of JaSam was the beginning of the slow death to the character Sam McCall by way of a complete erosion of her established, recognized, & beloved characteristics/traits. Sam was turned from a once fearless bad ass woman into a frightened step ford wife and all of this was done during her extremely concerning pairing with Dante Falconeri, whose status as older half-brother to Sam's first child Lila was never mentioned & the two sharing a sibling in Kristina was never viewed as too close for comfort on the family tree by the writers.
The final nail in the coffin came when Jason, ultimately revealed to be alive, returns and the two share few scenes together, written as if they're strangers passing on the street instead of the epic loves of each other's lives and then came the final step in the process: for Sam McCall to actually die.
I have no words about her death. I only want to say that it has been one of the saddest things for me to witness the slow destruction of this one mighty character and the dismantling of an iconic super couple out of what amounts to spite and petty personal vindictiveness. Frank Valentini is the worst thing that has ever happened to General Hospital, an iconic soap opera that once had spectacular can't miss storylines & compelling characters is now a show that is known among fans for it's awful quality, it's an ant trying to hide in the shadow of the giant's former glory hoping that's enough to keep going unnoticed for the truth of what it is today: a show whose only numbers that continue to rise consistently are the number of viewers giving up watching it entirely.
-x-
Quite frankly, Jason felt the vibrations and actually heard the sound before rocks even began to fall. He'd probably fired the shot that made the tunnel collapse and had trapped him under the boulders.
Now, he was buried beneath them.
Jason could feel the weight of each one crushing his vital organs in a slow, torturous manner but he could also hear the screams of the others, so he had a sliver of hope. They were all calling his name trying to get a response. However, his lung capacity would only allow him a few ragged yet precious breaths but nothing like something close to a response to let them know he had survived… for now.
He squeezed his eyes shut to keep all of the dust from making them burn even worse than they were already.
Ironically, in all the times he'd come close to near certain death, a part of him had always told him that would live. It was like a tiny voice in his head that made his will to survive intensify, it was like a beacon that guided him back from the brink every time he ever got close. A voice that spoke to his soul telling him that living was his only option because he had to get back to that owner of that voice.
Sam.
That voice with a devilish lilt that Jason would never ever tire of hearing. It was that very lilt that always told him know that no matter what crazy, illegal, or dangerous plan he concocted that she would be right by his side.
The only time since falling completely in love with his soulmate, that they had been truly parted by physical distance were the five hellish years he'd been locked up in that clinic and all he thought about was getting back to Sam's side so they could be together with Danny. Jason knew he'd make it back to her during that interminable time. The voice, her voice, told him that he would find a way to make it back his Sam and their son. A son he now knows is his son in every way; the only reason that comforted Jason is because he knew that was what Sam wanted and he didn't want that man hanging over his son's head for the rest of his life just because of DNA when it didn't matter.
He'd listened to that voice everyday for years tell him to find a way home.
Jason had gotten back to them. He'd gotten home. He'd swore to Sam that he'd never leave her or Danny & Emily Scout, again.
"I'll never let anything come between us again."
Jason couldn't even scoff at himself in disgust because of the weight slowly crushing his chest, depriving him ever so slowly of air, and crushing his ribs.
He always made the promises, he always was good at that part but for some reason, Jason just couldn't ever learn his lesson of how to truly put Sam and his family first. He'd wanted a child with Sam from the very start. Ultimately, being there for whatever Sonny was always like the most important and most urgent thing he had to over anything he was doing with Sam, Danny, and Scout. Sonny was always telling him his priorities were screwed up, he tried so many times to make him see there was more to life than just the job.
Jason just truly never learned.
Now, here he was at the bottom of a tunnel collapse far from Sam and his family. He was trapped beneath the rubble of his latest terrible choice. Jason could feel the weight pressing down on him, death closing in on him.
Everyone's heard that a person's life flashes before their eyes before they die. Jason knows that it's actually like your heart aches to remember who were the important people and what were the most important moments one more time just in case this really is the last time you'll ever see them.
Sonny lending him money for a cab, offering him a burger and then a job, finally, a brotherhood that was stronger than any family bond he'd had after his crash.
The night Carly showed up at his apartment to tell him about her pregnancy and ask if he would say the baby was his, ultimately, altering the very course of his life. It led to finding the best friend of his life. Jason regrets deeply that he'd allowed all of his sadness of the last year to confusing his feelings of loneliness for a love that was never more than friendship, deep down he'd always known it.
A love that was always much greater than any friend was Robin, he had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was his first real love, at least that he could remember, and Jason was always grateful for the night on the bridge when he met the woman who taught him what it was to love someone.
There was also Elizabeth. Mother of his first child. The saddest thing about Elizabeth, for him, was that in the beginning he really thought it could lead someplace special. However, a part of him always held back from her, an instinct telling him not to jump in too deep with her; his instinct had been right. He had known in his heart as she walked out of the penthouse that if he had felt anything real for her that he'd have stopped her.
However, he had been in love with Courtney. Jason could never shake the feeling that she was brought into his life to teach him the lesson that sometimes love just was not enough. It was if the circumstances were always against them, trying to test and separate them despite how much they loved each other, and ultimately the death of their child did just that... not that a part of him didn't always love her.
Although, Jason had never believed in things happening for a reason but meeting and falling in love with Sam made him a believer. Jason had suddenly understood why everything in his life had ever happened just as it did and she was the reason. Everything from his accident, to his amnesia to working for Sonny, being Michael's father that first year, falling for Robin, not falling for Elizabeth, and things never working out for he and Courtney had all happened so he could be ready to fall in love with his soulmate.
Sam.
He wasn't a man that pretended he knew everything about how the universe worked or a higher power existed although he did believe in God but Jason knew he had been made for Sam McCall and she for him. Even before falling for her, he'd felt something he couldn't identify for her; the way he felt protective of her and would've done anything to keep her safe and happy was unlike anything he'd felt for anyone else.
Not Sonny, Carly, Robin, Elizabeth, or his own wife, Courtney.
In the early days, when she had run off, Jason had taken off after her out of nothing but instinct. There was a need in him to find her that he couldn't explain at the time yet looking back, he had already begun caring for in a mysterious way he couldn't explain. When he found her sitting on that bench and she'd told him that he didn't even like her, he erupted in frustration as he told her that she didn't know how he felt about anything because the truth was he didn't know how he felt about anything especially how he felt about her since he'd never felt like that before as he hadn't known it was the feeling of finally finding your unconditional love, the true love of your life, the feeling of knowing that she is the only one for him because his soul knew it had found its mate before his heart and mind figured it out.
Sam's pregnancy had been one of the very best times of his entire life and it still would be even if he had all of his memories from his entire life restored in this very moment. When she lost Baby Lila, it was a guttural pain unlike anything he'd ever felt including the baby Courtney had lost. Probably because she only told him afterward so it's hard to mourn and grieve something you never knew you had on the way, he knew she held that incapability to match her grief against him. However, he'd planned to raise the little girl Sam was going to have, she was his in every way that really mattered by the tragic end, the reason he had the chance to fall in love with Sam, and that's why Baby Lila was one of the greatest blessings, greatest loves, and greatest losses of his life.
Baby Lila was the reason for everything that happened with Sam. If there is an afterlife... maybe he'll see her again real soon. He could feel the darkness creeping into his mind.
Jason had sworn he was done with romance until Sam McCall.
She changed everything. She changed him.
God, he should have taken her right down to the court house after he proposed to over Chinese food at their coffee table and she said yes. Another mistake.
There were so many things he should have done different. So many times when he should have proven to her that, despite appearances, Sam truly was the most important person to him in his life, in the world.
Jason should not have returned to being Sonny and Carly's lackey when he came home. They had seemed to managed their own lives just fine without him being their referee when they thought he was dead. Maybe the only reason they behaved like children instead of adults capable of fixing their own problems is because he let simply never put an actual, definitive stop to it.
He said he would no longer stand for it many times, another example of him just being talk. Another regret to add to the count.
Just like Jason regretted everything that happened this year.
After Sonny was gone, things spiraled into a sort of ridiculousness in the business, especially with Carly even before he'd let things go too far, and then there was what he'd been doing with Britt. Sure, he liked her well enough and was certainly attracted to her on some level but when they had been on the run together, she took it as far more significant than himself because really, Jason was completely heartbroken and he'd used Britt as a substitute for Sam.
Jason remembers when Sam had showed up and all he wanted was to steal her away, run together like they always had, the Bonnie to his Clyde. He just wanted to have her by his side... not slowly watch her drift closer and closer to Dante's side, of all people. No man deserved her, not even he did he knew that, but Jason knew Dante wasn't right for Sam. He wasn't her kind of man, he saw the world in only terms of absolutes, rights and wrongs, law and order, the good guys like himself and the bad guys like his father and Jason. It never mattered to Dante how his stubborn denial of the world that existed in between, the world of gray where actual reality usually fits, had led to one of the worst thing to ever happen to his own baby brother. Dante didn't intend for that to happen, Jason knew that, but Dante denied that truth that was being told to him about the reality of Michael's situation because he denied the world of gray where Michael's last name was all that really mattered to the judge.
Dante still clung to those same beliefs of no world in between, only black and white despite the hells he'd clearly been through recently because it's who Dante was at his core. Jason knew that the closer Sam got to him, the harder pushed she'd be to live in that world too out of what Dante would call fundamental questions of loyalty and trust, especially from a woman who had a past as con woman and associations with the mob, despite it being Dante's own father, because those were the bad guys who lived in that gray world.
No, a relationship with a man like Dante wouldn't do well for Sam in the long run... even if she and others tried to convince her otherwise.
He knew Sam McCall, she needed to remain free, independent regardless of her partner, she would always need a challenge to pursue, a case to figure out, a guy's ass to kick.
She said it all of the time, she loved the adrenaline just like he did, it was why they understood each other so well. It didn't matter if no one else understood why they loved outrunning bullets, flying down the road on motorcycles, jumping off buildings in the street, whatever it was... she was right there with him because she loved it too.
It would be one of the most heartbreaking things to see someone try to tame her.
Jason was pulled from his thoughts, memories, his contemplations because the voices were getting louder which meant they were getting closer. His crushed lungs would still not let him respond.
"Jason! We're coming!" Drew yelled.
Drew, the brother he didn't know he had, that had thought he was himself even marrying his Sam and fathering the baby girl with her. A daughter that was supposed to be his with Sam even though he loves Emily Scout as if she were his own, the fact that she was not broke his heart in ways words could not express. If only Jason had not left Sam then Emily Scout would have been his daughter just like his baby girl Lila.
Why did he leave Sam? He should have never left Sam.
Jason could feel the biggest boulders being lifted off of him and finally, he could see faces.
However, the face Jason saw was the love of his life, Sam McCall.
"I—" He started but was cut off by fingers on his lips.
"No, don't speak. Save your strength." Britt said, "You can tell me when you're better."
Jason didn't have time to correct her or spare her feelings.
He had to tell her.
He had to say it.
Once more.
It would be the last thing he ever did...
"No. Not about you. Please, tell Sam," Jason saw surprise come across Britt's face then maybe jealousy but he didn't care, "Say I'm sorry for leaving her. I'm sorry I kept leaving. Tell her I'm sorry for hurting her. Tell her I should've married her again... tell her, she's own my heart. I love her, always love Sam."
Jason felt a sense of calm come over him, somehow he tasted the name on his lips, and as one final breath escaped his body...
Jason Morgan passed away.
EndIt would be the last thing he ever did...
"No. Not about you. Please, tell Sam," Jason saw surprise come across Britt's face then maybe jealousy but he didn't care, "Say I'm sorry for leaving her. I'm sorry I kept leaving. Tell her I'm sorry for hurting her. Tell her I should've married her again... tell her, she's own my heart. I love her, always love Sam."
Jason felt a sense of calm come over him, somehow he tasted the name on his lips, and as one final breath escaped his body...
Jason Morgan passed away.
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The End
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