I wrote this one based from September, 2005, when
Jason had lost his memory, again, and started to remember
things...he went to visit Sam's baby's grave. Hope you
guys like...feedback is good, flamers can go to
hell.
oh yeah, YES i am aware my stuff is sappy and cheesy, but it puts me in a good mood damn it.
Things weren’t good right now. Sam just needed to talk to her. As she left the penthouse, she assured Jason she would be back soon, she just needed to get some air. Jason had merely shrugged as he held his pool cue, but she felt his eyes on her as she walked to the door. They had gotten into another argument, it was so stupid. He hadn’t really been sleeping much. Even though she had gone back to the room that had been hers before they had declared their love, she could hear him as he shuffled through the penthouse in the middle of the night. She noticed the dark circles under his eyes that indicated that he hadn’t been sleeping and suggested that he lay down and relax for a while.
Stubborn as always Jason got up and walked towards the pool table. He knew she was worried about him, and he knew she cared. Still, he didn’t know her. In the middle of their argument he had made the mistake of saying in a not so nice way that he didn’t like her crowding him, and didn’t need her help. Instantly he regretted saying it when he saw the pained look on her face. She quietly excused herself and ran up the stairs. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Even though he didn’t remember her, he knew her. He had felt a connection with her, and since they had returned to Port Charles, he had gotten to know her again. She frustrated him sometimes, like earlier. She was starting to look as worn down as he felt. He could see the fresh tears in her eyes when she left. After a few minutes, he grabbed his keys and decided to follow her, needing to make sure she was okay.
Sam made a quick stop before reaching her destination. Even though it was dark out, she had walked this path so many times, she had memorized every rock under her feet, every tree she had passed by, all on her way to see her little girl. Whenever things had gotten crazy, which had been quite often, she would come here and find peace in visiting her daughter that hadn’t had the chance to experience it for herself. As she stood over the grave holding the pink and white flowers she had bought, she could feel that she wasn’t alone, and she was as sure as her name was Samantha McCall that it was Jason. She whirled around to see him step out of the shadows, hands in his pockets as he studied her carefully.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.
“I followed you,” he said quietly, his eyes now focused on the tiny grave behind her. This must be where her daughter was buried. She had told him about how he had taken her in and they had planned on raising her baby as their own when things with Sonny didn’t work. He sat somberly on the couch and watched her struggle to keep her composure as he asked her to tell him more about her. When he had told her that he had been the only one to hold her, he had swallowed hard, fighting off tears of his own. She turned back to the small marker and kneeled down, setting the flowers carefully in front of the headstone.
“Why?” She didn’t look at him. She knew she would lose it if she did, and she didn’t want to do that to him. She had been always mindful not to compare the man who stood behind her now to the Jason she had fallen in love with, at least not out loud. Whenever he had a question, she would answer it honestly, glad that would be one thing that didn’t change.
Why? She asked him why? It was then he realized that she didn’t seem to know that while they argued a lot, and he fought her all the time, he still cared about her. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. It was obvious she had been through enough. “I, uh, just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She said nothing, but only nodded instead. The silence stretched between them for what seemed like hours until he spoke again. “Your daughter?” He watched her as she simply nodded again. He could hear her sniffle a little and closed his eyes. Sometimes when he would pass by her room in the middle of the night, he could hear the muffled sounds of her crying. It would rip through him every time, and every time something inside him wanted to go to her and wrap his arms around her, assuring her that it would be okay, promising to never let her go.
Sam stared at the marker, trying to get a grip on her spiraling emotions, attempting to keep herself strong in front of him. Even now he could feel his eyes boring into her back. She forced herself to remain still as he made his way over to her side and kneeled down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, needing to comfort her in any way he could.
“It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost a year,” she said, breaking the silence that once again had stood between them. “With all that’s happened, it feels like it’s been longer.”
When he had sat her down one night, full of questions, they had stayed up until almost dawn as she had told him everything that she had done since she first came to Port Charles. They had a few nights like that. He would sit her down and start bombarding her with questions, and she would answer them completely and honestly. It had hit him hard when she had told him what he did for a living. So when she tracked him down trying to leave Port Charles, she did everything shy of locking him up to get him to stay, and surprising even himself, he agreed. Through shouting matches, fights about nothing, and long talks about the past and recent events, he found himself caring about her. He wondered how long it had taken him to fall for her the first time.
As they both kneeled there, silent, he saw a tear slide down her cheek, and brought his hand up from her shoulder to wipe it away. He instantly had a flash to them sitting on the couch, a very pregnant Sam talking to him about him and Courtney. He watched in his mind as he wiped a tear away. He blinked quickly several times, bringing himself back to now. She locked on his eyes for a moment, her beautiful chocolate brown orbs locked on him, looking sorrowful for a moment, before the look disappeared, her temporary vulnerability gone.
“Do you want me to leave?” He asked as he moved his hand back down to her shoulder.
“No,” she whispered. She slowly stood up and took a step away from the grave, tears threatening to fall once more. “You can stay if you want. I think I’m going to go though.”
“Sam, talk to me, please,” he begged.
“Jason,” she began. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and she stood there, her mind fogging as he stared at her with such intensity, she couldn’t help the tears that fell. “I can’t…” she trailed off as she lost what was left of her self-control.
Without another word Jason closed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms. “She knows how much you loved her,” he said soothingly as he stroked her hair. In his mind he once again saw them kneeling in front of this very place, dressed in black, setting down a dozen white roses as they came to say goodbye to the little girl who had forever changed their lives, and in some ways, had brought them together.
“She knows how much you loved her.” He watched himself as he kissed the side of her head and held her close until her tears stopped. Here they were once again, under difference circumstances, and her little girl was at it again. Bringing them together once more. He rubbed her back soothingly, hoping to remember something else, but nothing else came. He took a step back and held onto her hands once she had stopped shaking, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
“Don’t give up on me Sam.”
For a minute there, she was looking at her Jason. The Jason who had assured her that it would be okay moments before he had collapsed. She wouldn’t get her hopes up though. However, she would listen to him, and trust him as she always did.
She shook her head and smiled through her tears. “Never Jason.” As he pulled her into his arms again, she had a new sense of hope about him. Even if he didn’t remember, she still loved him. And with his small plea, she couldn’t help but smile. She would never give up on him. Now that she had finally found him, she wasn’t going to let this ruin their future together. No matter how long it took him, she would be there. In the mean time, she would continue to be his protector, his rock, as he had done for her for so long.
Jason held on to her, feeling the tension that had been in her body moments before melt away. He allowed himself a small grin as he held her, once again marveling that this remarkable woman loved him so deeply. As the stars twinkled above them, he could feel the presence of the little girl she had come here to remember. The girl whom in remembrance, had brought them back together.
oh yeah, YES i am aware my stuff is sappy and cheesy, but it puts me in a good mood damn it.
Things weren’t good right now. Sam just needed to talk to her. As she left the penthouse, she assured Jason she would be back soon, she just needed to get some air. Jason had merely shrugged as he held his pool cue, but she felt his eyes on her as she walked to the door. They had gotten into another argument, it was so stupid. He hadn’t really been sleeping much. Even though she had gone back to the room that had been hers before they had declared their love, she could hear him as he shuffled through the penthouse in the middle of the night. She noticed the dark circles under his eyes that indicated that he hadn’t been sleeping and suggested that he lay down and relax for a while.
Stubborn as always Jason got up and walked towards the pool table. He knew she was worried about him, and he knew she cared. Still, he didn’t know her. In the middle of their argument he had made the mistake of saying in a not so nice way that he didn’t like her crowding him, and didn’t need her help. Instantly he regretted saying it when he saw the pained look on her face. She quietly excused herself and ran up the stairs. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Even though he didn’t remember her, he knew her. He had felt a connection with her, and since they had returned to Port Charles, he had gotten to know her again. She frustrated him sometimes, like earlier. She was starting to look as worn down as he felt. He could see the fresh tears in her eyes when she left. After a few minutes, he grabbed his keys and decided to follow her, needing to make sure she was okay.
Sam made a quick stop before reaching her destination. Even though it was dark out, she had walked this path so many times, she had memorized every rock under her feet, every tree she had passed by, all on her way to see her little girl. Whenever things had gotten crazy, which had been quite often, she would come here and find peace in visiting her daughter that hadn’t had the chance to experience it for herself. As she stood over the grave holding the pink and white flowers she had bought, she could feel that she wasn’t alone, and she was as sure as her name was Samantha McCall that it was Jason. She whirled around to see him step out of the shadows, hands in his pockets as he studied her carefully.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper.
“I followed you,” he said quietly, his eyes now focused on the tiny grave behind her. This must be where her daughter was buried. She had told him about how he had taken her in and they had planned on raising her baby as their own when things with Sonny didn’t work. He sat somberly on the couch and watched her struggle to keep her composure as he asked her to tell him more about her. When he had told her that he had been the only one to hold her, he had swallowed hard, fighting off tears of his own. She turned back to the small marker and kneeled down, setting the flowers carefully in front of the headstone.
“Why?” She didn’t look at him. She knew she would lose it if she did, and she didn’t want to do that to him. She had been always mindful not to compare the man who stood behind her now to the Jason she had fallen in love with, at least not out loud. Whenever he had a question, she would answer it honestly, glad that would be one thing that didn’t change.
Why? She asked him why? It was then he realized that she didn’t seem to know that while they argued a lot, and he fought her all the time, he still cared about her. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to her. It was obvious she had been through enough. “I, uh, just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She said nothing, but only nodded instead. The silence stretched between them for what seemed like hours until he spoke again. “Your daughter?” He watched her as she simply nodded again. He could hear her sniffle a little and closed his eyes. Sometimes when he would pass by her room in the middle of the night, he could hear the muffled sounds of her crying. It would rip through him every time, and every time something inside him wanted to go to her and wrap his arms around her, assuring her that it would be okay, promising to never let her go.
Sam stared at the marker, trying to get a grip on her spiraling emotions, attempting to keep herself strong in front of him. Even now he could feel his eyes boring into her back. She forced herself to remain still as he made his way over to her side and kneeled down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, needing to comfort her in any way he could.
“It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost a year,” she said, breaking the silence that once again had stood between them. “With all that’s happened, it feels like it’s been longer.”
When he had sat her down one night, full of questions, they had stayed up until almost dawn as she had told him everything that she had done since she first came to Port Charles. They had a few nights like that. He would sit her down and start bombarding her with questions, and she would answer them completely and honestly. It had hit him hard when she had told him what he did for a living. So when she tracked him down trying to leave Port Charles, she did everything shy of locking him up to get him to stay, and surprising even himself, he agreed. Through shouting matches, fights about nothing, and long talks about the past and recent events, he found himself caring about her. He wondered how long it had taken him to fall for her the first time.
As they both kneeled there, silent, he saw a tear slide down her cheek, and brought his hand up from her shoulder to wipe it away. He instantly had a flash to them sitting on the couch, a very pregnant Sam talking to him about him and Courtney. He watched in his mind as he wiped a tear away. He blinked quickly several times, bringing himself back to now. She locked on his eyes for a moment, her beautiful chocolate brown orbs locked on him, looking sorrowful for a moment, before the look disappeared, her temporary vulnerability gone.
“Do you want me to leave?” He asked as he moved his hand back down to her shoulder.
“No,” she whispered. She slowly stood up and took a step away from the grave, tears threatening to fall once more. “You can stay if you want. I think I’m going to go though.”
“Sam, talk to me, please,” he begged.
“Jason,” she began. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and she stood there, her mind fogging as he stared at her with such intensity, she couldn’t help the tears that fell. “I can’t…” she trailed off as she lost what was left of her self-control.
Without another word Jason closed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms. “She knows how much you loved her,” he said soothingly as he stroked her hair. In his mind he once again saw them kneeling in front of this very place, dressed in black, setting down a dozen white roses as they came to say goodbye to the little girl who had forever changed their lives, and in some ways, had brought them together.
“She knows how much you loved her.” He watched himself as he kissed the side of her head and held her close until her tears stopped. Here they were once again, under difference circumstances, and her little girl was at it again. Bringing them together once more. He rubbed her back soothingly, hoping to remember something else, but nothing else came. He took a step back and held onto her hands once she had stopped shaking, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.
“Don’t give up on me Sam.”
For a minute there, she was looking at her Jason. The Jason who had assured her that it would be okay moments before he had collapsed. She wouldn’t get her hopes up though. However, she would listen to him, and trust him as she always did.
She shook her head and smiled through her tears. “Never Jason.” As he pulled her into his arms again, she had a new sense of hope about him. Even if he didn’t remember, she still loved him. And with his small plea, she couldn’t help but smile. She would never give up on him. Now that she had finally found him, she wasn’t going to let this ruin their future together. No matter how long it took him, she would be there. In the mean time, she would continue to be his protector, his rock, as he had done for her for so long.
Jason held on to her, feeling the tension that had been in her body moments before melt away. He allowed himself a small grin as he held her, once again marveling that this remarkable woman loved him so deeply. As the stars twinkled above them, he could feel the presence of the little girl she had come here to remember. The girl whom in remembrance, had brought them back together.
