First, I would like to thank my beta for Daphne the help. It means a lot to me.

Secondly, I love you all. I could not have guessed I would get so many reviews, favorites and follows for my first chapter. I am so happy.

Okay. Sam and Carly will be friends. But let's be real, Sam and Carly would never be best friends, but in my story they will be friends and do everything they can for the people they love. Now Liz. She will not be evil, but will not be innocent. So much will be revealed about her, but she will not go to prison and she will not die. But her time will come when she had to pay for her sins, the ones she has committed against Sam and Jason because the writers of GH never made this happen on screen. Lucky? We will see what happens there. I have a lot of surprises to come but I will not reveal more about the story right now. Okay. I will not waste your time any longer with my comments. Let the chapter start now. Pleasant reading.

2. chapter

"I have something to tell you that I think may interest you." He held his arm out towards Sam.

"Nothing you have to say, nothing you have to show me, interests me. I am surprised you would show your face here after what you have done," she hissed at him. He trembled and tried to stammer out something, even a sentence, but Sam wouldn't allow it. "Get out of my sight now! I don't want to see you. I can't stand to look at you. Get out!"

"But… but… Fair Samantha," stuttered a stunned Spinelli. "Why are you being so mean to me? What did the Jackal do to you?" he asked, struggling with tears. He was hurting deeply, because she was being mean to him and he did not understand why. He had never done anything to hurt her.

"I can't believe it!" she screamed, running her hands through her hair. "Really? You have courage to ask me that? What did you do? Let's see –" her fingers began to tick off the reasons. "You lied to my face. You lied about Jake." Let him rest in peace, she thought to herself. "You lied about Jake being Jason and Elizabeth's son. Then there was the incident with the Balkan. I needed your help but what did you do instead? You followed Brenda everywhere, around and around like an idiot, a lost puppy, and anything she wished for, you made come true. Your friends, your family, they could have gone to hell back then."

"But Fa…" he attempted to speak again, but Sam once again, did not allow it.

"I am not done yet!" Sam snapped.

She had enough already. Everyone walked all over her, trampled her like a cockroach. She was ignored; people looked through her as if she and her feelings did not count. She had given all of them a piece of herself, and given, and given some more, and had received nothing in exchange. They expected her to do everything for them without a word of thanks. She said nothing because she loved them, favored them and would have done anything for them. She had asked for nothing in return, except to be accepted and loved, favored and helped out in return when it was needed. She hoped they would be there for her but they never were.

They all wanted more and more from her, leaving nothing behind for herself. The time had come for her to extend her caring only to those who deserved her love. Her devotion belonged to Jason and their son. They were her family - the real deal, not like the others who called themselves family only when they needed her. Jason and little Daniel were her family. They loved her without conditions and she was accepted as she was. They asked nothing of her, only that she loved them. And in exchange she shielded them like a mother bear would her cubs. Her son and her husband, yes, they were her family. They were the only ones who counted. She would do anything, anything at all, to get her true family back. Let the others be damned.

"What do you think, Spinelli? Who can you thank for the fact that you are where you are now? There is a roof above your head, food on your table. You have a job, friends, a life. Who do you owe all that to?" She asked."I do not hear an answer." Sam hissed when silence lingered. Spinelli did not speak for a long time as he was so taken back by Sam's reaction.

"You," he finally said. He felt as if somebody had knocked him on his head because he did not count on any of this. He had come here because he found something that he wanted to show her. He had brooded over it for a long time before he made the decision to come here. Sam had a right to the truth. Yet he knew he would be betraying someone else's trust in telling her.

"And?" Sam asked impatiently.

"And – and Jason," Spinelli stammered out. He was afraid of Sam right now. He had never seen her so angry.

"Exactly. Jason took you in when you had nowhere to live, nowhere to go, when you had nobody and nothing. It wasn't his duty but he did it. He didn't want to take on a new burden but he did, for me," Sam continued. What Sam said had obviously hurt him, but she didn't care. She needed to release the feelings that had been accumlating for such a long time. "What did you do when he needed you though? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He saved you from the street, from hunger, even from prison. Helped you when you needed him, when you got in trouble and then when it counts, you sit on your behind and do nothing! You've done nothing for your mentor, your friend, your family. My husband, my son's father!"

Tears gathered in her eyes but she held them back valiantly. She had to be strong if she wanted to find the love of her life, her soulmate, her other half.

"I'm sorry," Spinelli said sincerely. He was crying because her words had affected him very deeply.

"Your sudden regrets are worthless now, Spinelli." Sam turned her back on him. "Go away! I have more important things to do than deal with than you and your problems."

"Wait!" He shoved his hand in the door to prevent it from closing.

"Spinelli, go away! I don't care anymore what you want or what you have to say. You should not have come here at all."

"Please! It's important."

"All right, fine. Come in, but be quiet, because Daniel is asleep." She looked at her baby with surprise. He had slept throughout her argument with Spinelli. "But just know this - I will not help you. I don't care what you are involved in. Nothing is more important to me than my husband and son."

Spinelli could see that nothing would divert her from the intention of finding her husband and he admired her for that. If only his belief were that strong. He believed Jason was dead - surely nobody could have survived the assassination. He did not believe Jason was alive but he wanted to help Sam because after all, he owed her and Jason this much. He would have liked her to forgive him, to believe in him again. He wanted to be worthy of her trust again because he knew Jason would want this. Jason would want him beside her, helping her. Spinelli would do everything to make sure he did all that. Never again would he leave Sam in a lurch or betray her.

Spinelli entered the penthouse uncertainly. It was his home once upon a time. He watched Sam, his goddess, who looked at her son adoringly and silently covered him up, patted his little head, smoothed her hand over his chubby little baby face and kissed it. His heart melted at the sight. Little Daniel slept just like a little angel. Spinelli became sad but tried to conceal his feelings. He knew it would not affect Sam if he begged for forgiveness now. Not now. He needed facts. Evidence. No more empty words and promises.

"Well?" Sam said, breaking the silence. He was watching Daniel intently. "Tell me what you want, then go away because I have a lot to do."

"I… um…" He didn't know how to tell her what he had learned several nights before.

"Get on with it already!" Sam was impatient. She didn't have the patience for Spinelli to stand there stammering the whole evening.

"Here you go!" He produced a creased paper and stood back a ways lest she strike out again.

"What's this?" she asked apathetically. She had no interest in what Spinelli was showing her but she wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible. The paper had obviously been crumpled up many times and may have been wet, but it seemed readable.

"Read the paper, my goddess!" Spinelli prompted Sam.

"Okay!" She opened the paper and read the title at the top of the sheet. "What is this supposed to mean, Spinelli?" She sighed. "Sit down already! Don't just stand there like an idiot. This is from the hospital, saying that Daniel is Jason's son. I knew about this already. I don't understand why it was so important for you to show it to me now."

The hacker reached out towards the paper and pointed to something. "Keep reading! Take a look at what is written and see the date." Sam did what Spinelli asked, although it didn't register yet. Then she read more thoroughly, again and again, because she wanted to be sure that her eyes did not decieve her. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief and the shock intensified. Her pulse was bounding, her breathing fervid. She was shocked by the date on the paper.

"You knew the truth!" She accused him.

"What?" he asked, startled. He was frightened by the look of fury in Sam's eyes.

"You knew it!" She raised a hand in order to slap him upside the head but Spinelli ran away and stood behind the couch.

"I knew it? What did I know?" he asked shakily.

"Do not play dumb!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice down so as not to wake her son. "You knew Daniel was my son and you said nothing at all!"

"What? Yes, I knew it. I know that Daniel is your son, since you yourself told me just a couple of days before."

"Spinelli!" she cried."This paper says..." She waved the document angrily.

"This paper tells the truth – that Jason is Daniel's father with 99.9 % accuracy. This was issued two and a half months before though. Not yesterday. Not the day before yesterday. Two and a half months ago! You knew the truth for two and a half months that Daniel is our boy - Jason's and mine - and you said nothing. I will never forgive you this!" Sam spat.

"What? No, no, no, Fair Samantha! It's not true." He was taken aback by her accusations and took offense because of the charges she was making against his person. "It's not mine!" He pointed hastily towards the paper which was locked in Sam's clenched fist.

"If not yours, then whose? Answer me, Spinelli! Where did you get this?" The hacker swallowed hard. His heart was pounding in his chest, his palms were sweaty and his hands trembled. He was so nervous that he almost collapsed under the weight of his own body. "Answer me!" Sam raised her voice.

" The Maternal One," he answered quietly.

"What?!"

"Elizabeth Webber," he repeated, this time louder. Sam heard it clearly this time.

"Oh my God!" She was astonished but she shouldn't have been. Elizabeth had always kept important truths from her.

A lonely black car passed by the Point. It went down a desolate, empty road and turned towards the forest. Not many knew of this road; only those who had travelled it repeatedly. The place was excellent for somebody who desired a little solitude. It was not too far from the city but there was enough distance from it that she would not create a huge sensation. There was a need for a lair where nobody would notice if a mysterious person appeared in the neighborhood suddenly.

The mysterious woman travelled down the rough road. The darkness was collecting like soot. There were thick trees everywhere, which covered the brightness of the moon. Fortunately the reflectors on the car gave enough light for her to drive safely. She had driven on this road enough times that she did not have problem with the direction it took. They had prepared for this action for months. She had waited for revenge for years, just like her companion. The pain, the mourning, was not enough for them. They needed more. They wanted to see the pain of their victim, the struggle as he pled for his life.

She knew she was near her destination when she caught sight of a little, yellow light at the end of the road. She pushed down a bit on the gas pedal because she was cold, hungry and tired. She could see more clearly now where light seeped from the windows of the timber house near by. Soon she had arrived and parked her car. She flew from it, rubbing her hands in order to protect herself from the cold, brisk autumn evening. She closed the car door quickly, and went to the door hastily. She entered the house and slammed the door in order to shut out the cold.

"You're finally here," a man's voice sounded behind her and the woman jumped.

"Shit, Val! You frightened me." She turned to face the man who leaned against the door of one of the rooms with crossed arms.

"Did you find anything out?" he asked her. He was a whole head taller than her but as he approached her, she wasn't frightened. She had known him for so long and knew that he was no threat to her.

"No, not a lot. I've only heard rumors."

"And what gossip are these the idiots spewing?"

"The rumors say that Sam is starting to go crazy. She might even need to go to the mental hospital." Both of them grinned. "Everybody thinks that her husband died but she is believing the contrary."

"Fantastic, darling." He hugged her around the waist. "These people are huge idiots."

"Really," she agreed. " They gave up on Jason after the first day he was missing. They are not searching for him. They are sure that nobody could have survived the attack. If they could only know the truth."

"Excellent. Things could not be going any better," he said viciously and grinning, pinned her with a wet kiss.

"How is the guest?"

"He slept while you were gone."

"I'm going to go see him." She kissed him hurriedly and then went to the door behind him. "Hello, Jason!" she greeted the hitman. His cold eyes which were filled with pain glittered up at her. "I can see that you are awake now." She smiled and moved to him as she shut the door. "Let me introduce myself... I am Lynn. Lynn Cassadine."

I'm sorry, I love Spinelli, but I felt the need to write him this way, maybe a bit OOC. I hope this does not cause a problem.

P.S. Did you all like it? Shall I continue? I will try to post the new chapter soon but I do not want to do the story in haste.

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