Hi everyone. This is just something I've been working on on and off when I don't have the motivation to work on school work (like I really should be doing). I've been watching GH on and off for a couple years, usually the Sam and Jason storylines pull me back in. Some things might not be exact, I end up watching random YouTube clips that have been posted, so I'm sorry ahead of time. Hope you all enjoy :)

Story Disclaimer: I obviously do not own these characters. They are the property of ABC and were created by Frank and Doris Hursley. I just use the characters to write stories that make me happier than the show currently is :)


Sam was finishing up some laundry and was still getting settled back into the penthouse. She was beyond grateful that Jason let her keep it for her and Danny to live in. As much as she loved living with Patrick and Emma, she missed living here and the memories that this place held. Sam did realize it didn't feel the same, though. She figured she just needed to get used to being back, but deep down she knew it was because Jason was alive and not living with them. Sam didn't think she'd feel at home until Jason could remember.

Her phone started to buzz in her back pocket, drawing her away from her thoughts of an impossible future.

"Hey Jason, what's up?"

"I was calling to see if you were busy."

"Nope, Danny is at school and all is quiet here. I was actually just doing really exciting laundry," she said, earning a laugh from Jason. She missed that.

"I called at the perfect time then. I was hoping we could attempt a trip down memory lane, and was going to ask if I could stop by."

"Absolutely," she said, trying not to sound too eager. "I'll be here."

"Great. See you soon," he said and they hung up.

Jason had been wandering around the MetroCourt, tired of staring at the walls in the room he was staying in, when he decided to call Sam. Carly had been generous enough to let him stay indefinitely since the apartment hunt wasn't working as planned. He felt drawn to the penthouse, but couldn't take it from Sam and Danny. It was their home, and he still couldn't remember fully living there. His memories have been coming back more frequently than they have been, but it still wasn't the improvement he was hoping for. Whenever he's with Sam he remembers more, so maybe being together in their home will help.

Sam was anxious as she straightened up the place. She was trying to get everything back in order, leaving some things out that were Jason's when they were just roommates. She placed a lot of his stuff in his storage unit so he could have it back. However, she did keep some things for herself, but now that he wanted to attempt a trip down memory lane she figured she give them back as well. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves when she heard the knock on the door.

"Hey," she said, opening the door to let him in. "How are you? Come in."

"I'm good," he shrugged. "Thanks for having me."

"Any time," she smiled. "I'm glad you called, I hope I can help."

"Well, we lived together for a while right?" he asked and she nodded in response. "Then I think I called the right person for the job."

"Okay," she said as she went to sit on the couch. Jason watched how comfortable she was here, and how it felt right to have her here with him. "How's Jake doing?"

"He's getting the help he needs finally," he sighed. "Elizabeth texted me before that he was in therapy."

"How's Elizabeth?"

"She's stressed over it, but that's expected I guess," he shrugged.

"Are you guys making amends?" she asked, staring down at her hands because she wasn't sure what the answer would be.

"Not really," he said, noticing the small smile that graced her face. He smirked, but didn't acknowledge it. "She tries to make it like things should be okay and they aren't, and it's not really helping the situation."

"Yeah, well," Sam said with a sigh, trying not to bad-mouth Elizabeth even though she wanted to. "People do crazy things for love."

"I suppose."

"So," Sam said loudly, wanting to dissipate the weird tension that filled the room. "I brought out some stuff that is yours that I held on to, but you should have back. Just want to preface this conversation that if you feel like I'm pushing you, tell me and I'll back off."

"You've been the only person who isn't pressuring me, that's why I wanted to do this with you," he said and laid his hand on her knee. "What's in the bag?"

"Oh right," she said, distracted by the feeling of his hand. "The first thing is your wedding band."

"You sure you want to give this back to me?"

"Of course," she nodded. "It's yours. It was originally your father's. Monica gave it to me and said she knew Alan would want you to have it, you were his perfect son. I don't expect you to wear it or anything - I just think you should have it back."

"Your wedding ring was someone's from the Quartermaines too," he said after a few minutes, his face screwed up in concentration.

"Yeah, it is," she said, trying to keep her tears at bay. "It's your grandmother's ring, Lila."

"I don't have full memories, but they're coming in pieces and I feel something."

"That's a huge improvement," she said, wiping at her eyes. She didn't want to let him know how amazing she felt that the memories he has with her and of their life together are the ones attached with such strong emotions.

"Alright, what's next?"

"The dragon," she said as she dramatically pulled it out of the bag. "Would you like me to tell you or do you want to guess?"

"I feel like I'm on a game show," he joked.

"Name that memory," she said with a smile as she held the dragon out in the palm of her hand.

"I've seen this before, when Helena sent me to kill you," he said and frowned. "Sorry about that."

"I've been shot before and lived," she said with a shrug, trying not to make a big deal over it but the look on his face was a sign she said the wrong thing. "Ah, story for another time?"

"Yeah, definitely," he nodded. "I saw something like this above the fireplace and I remembered you and I couldn't hurt you. This has to do with our wedding."

"Ding-ding-ding!"

"So what's my prize?"

"An explanation," she said with a smirk. "I bought this for you as a gift for our first Christmas as a married couple, and you bought me the phoenix. You remember the meanings from our impromptu vow renewal?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Yi was on to something. Probably should have listened to her," he said. "Anything else?"

"No," she shook her head. "A majority of the stuff is in your storage unit. What was it that made you call?"

"Oh well, uh," he stammered. "I noticed something when I looked around here during the open house."

"Oh God," she gasped, forgetting all about it.

"What?"

"You're flustered. You only stammer like that when you're feeling uncomfortable because you don't do uncomfortable," she said. "I forgot it was in the closet."

"So it is yours," he said with an appreciative smirk.

"You squeezed into it from time to time too," she deadpanned.

"I noticed the closet was filled with many black t-shirts," he said and Sam busted out laughing.

"That's all you used to wear."

"It's a good look," he defended.

"I always thought so."

"Anyway," he said, casting her a look. "I happened to notice this little black and pink outfit that I'm positive I did not wear and for some reason I remembered I had a certain attachment to it."

"Yes, well," she blushed. "We have many good memories involving that outfit. I don't know how appropriate it is to elaborate on those memories."

"Fair enough," he said, although he wished she would. The last few weeks he began to realize he felt this pull toward Sam that he didn't feel with Elizabeth, but didn't want to push. "If you don't mind me asking, how come you didn't bring that with you?"

"I don't have much use for it these days," she laughed. "It was something special from our relationship, so I left it here when I moved in with Patrick."

"So Dr. Drake never saw you in that number?"

"No he did not, not that it's any of your business?" she smirked.

"Just a shame I can't remember because that's something I wouldn't want to forget," he said and looked her straight in the eye.

"Maybe someday," she said after a few moments. "I know you don't remember being my Jason, but I want you to know you're so much like him; and yet, you're still a different version."

"Do you like this version?"

"I do," she said honestly. "You sure as hell talk more than you used to, but I still see the man I fell in love with."

"Sam," he began to speak but she cut him off.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"No, it's fine," he said, taking her hands in his. "I feel something for you, but I'm not sure what it is. All I know for sure is that I want you to be the one to help me with all this."

"We've always found our way back to each other, and if I'm being completely honest, I'm hoping that happens this time around," she said as she looked down at their joined hands. "I know you have a past with Elizabeth too, but Lucky was her true love and for some reason she won't realize that and stop thinking it was you. She decided she couldn't be with you and didn't want your life."

"It was dangerous," he reasoned.

"No, and I understand that," she backtracked. "But you were so much more than that and she couldn't see past your job, but I could. You made me feel safe, and loved and wanted. You were loyal and caring, and just such an amazing person that I wanted to be with, no matter what."

"Even if it meant putting your life in danger?"

"I was always capable of taking care of myself, you never put my life into danger. I wanted to be there for you when I could," she said, shaking her head at him. "I'm not a damsel in distress, Jason. I'm not Elizabeth."

"I know," he said calmly, noticing her tone. "You're very different from her."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm attacking you and her, and you came to me for help."

"You don't have to apologize," he said. "You're being honest with me, like you have from the very beginning and I can't tell you enough how much that means to me."

"I just want you to realize that just because Helena turned you into her personal hitman, that does not mean you were anything like that. Yeah, violence was something you were used to, but that doesn't mean you always resorted to it."

"I was Sonny's right hand man," he said, disbelief coloring his tone.

"That doesn't mean you killed everyone who looked at him the wrong way. Like I said before, you're more than a hitman."

"I'm still dangerous. Look at what happened with Nikolas."

"That was an accident and you know that," she reasoned with him. "You're worried you're going to slip back into that life and you don't want it anymore."

"I can't control my reactions sometimes."

"Because you don't have enough trust in yourself. Believe me, Jason. You'd never hurt the ones you love, not intentionally."

"What about accidentally?"

"You only 'accidentally' hurt people emotionally when you think you're doing the right thing," she laughed dryly. "You've broken up with me at very bad times, but you were trying to keep me safe and you're so damn stubborn that you didn't see that I was safe with you."

"You really believe that?"

"I still believe it."

"Thank you for this, Sam," he said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Anytime," she said, patting his shoulder. "I have to go pick up Danny from school. If you're not busy, you're more than welcome to come."

"Yeah, I'd like that," he said with a smile. Sam's smile lit up her entire face, and he realized how beautiful she really was.

"Danny's going to be super excited."


"Daddy!" Danny squealed as he ran out of school and made a beeline toward Jason. Jason picked him up and swung him around.

"Told ya," Sam said once they stopped. "What about Mommy?"

"I see you all the time, Mommy," he said simply as he snuggled up in Jason's arms. Sam felt the tears prick her eyes but wouldn't let herself cry. She never thought she'd see this. "Can we get lunch? I'm hungry."

"If your Mom isn't busy," Jason said. "We could go to Kelly's."

"Mom?" Danny asked, giving Sam the big puppy-dog eyes that should couldn't say no to.

"Lets go get some chicken fingers," she said with a smile as she tickled Danny's side.

"Yay!" he giggled.

"Mommy," Danny said as he was coloring on the paper tablecloth. "Is Daddy living with us again?"

"Ah," Sam said and grimaced. "No, baby. Daddy's living somewhere else, but he can visit you whenever you want."

"Yeah, buddy. I'm always around."

"Oh, okay," he said. "Does that mean I get two big boy rooms?"

"Sure," Jason answered quickly. "Once I have my own big boy room, you can come and pick out stuff for yours."

"That's so cool," Danny said excitedly.

"Sorry about that," Sam said once Danny went back to coloring.

"No, that went a lot smoother than it does every time I see Jake," Jason said. "Every time I go to see him, he asks if I'm moving back in."

"He's having a hard time, it'll get better," she reassured him. "Um, speaking of Jake."

Jason turned around and saw Elizabeth and Jake walking through the front door. Elizabeth stopped short once she saw him sitting with Sam; she composed herself and plastered a smile on her face as she walked over to their table.

"Hey, I called you earlier. You didn't pick up," she said to him.

"I was with Sam," he said simply. "Hey Jake, how was the doctor?"

"Good. Why are you with her?"

"We talked about this buddy," Jason said. "You have to be nicer to Sam."

"No, she made you move out and now you're not with my mom anymore."

"Oh boy," Sam mumbled as she rested her forehead on her hand.

"Do you get to have two big boy rooms, too?" Danny asked Jake innocently.

"What?"

"Daddy said I can have my own big boy room when he gets his own house," Danny said with a smile. "So I'll have two!"

"Jake, we should grab our food and go home," Elizabeth said, realizing how happy Jason was with Sam. It was painful to watch. "You have homework to finish."

"You can join us," Sam said in a rush.

"No, it's best if we don't," Elizabeth responded. "Goodbye."

"I'm sorry about Jake," Jason sighed.

"We've been apologizing a lot today," Sam said. "We have no control over any of this and saying sorry doesn't do much. Let's just stop."

"I agree, I don't want you to apologize for telling me how you feel, and I have no say in how Jake or Elizabeth act," Jason said. "No more sorry?"

"No more sorry," Sam said and they shook on the agreement. Jason felt a spark when their hands met and was pretty sure it was for how he felt now.

"Mommy, I'm tired," Danny said as he rubbed his eyes.

"You had a long day," Sam said as she rubbed his back. "We'll go home and you can take a nap?"

"Can Daddy come?"

"Yeah, I'll come," Jason said.

"You don't have to, I'm sure you have stuff to do," Sam said, not wanting him to feel obligated to come.

"No, I'd love to come," he said sincerely. "I wanna spend as much time as I can with my boy."

"Okay," Sam nodded, feeling herself get emotional again. "Let me get the check and we'll go."

"I got it," Jason said, stopping Sam from getting out of her seat. He walked over to the counter before she could protest and asked for the check. Elizabeth and Jake were still waiting over there.

"Would you want to stop by later for dinner?" Elizabeth asked him. "Maybe we can talk."

"I'm not really up for talking."

"Talking with Sam is okay though?"

"Yeah, it is," Jason said, turning to face her. "She doesn't lie to me. I trust what she tells me."

"I haven't lied to you, Jason," she said and he laughed in her face. "That was the only lie."

"It was a pretty damn important one," he scoffed.

"Sam is trying to turn you against me."

"Now I see where Jake is getting his attitude from," Jason said. "Why do you want me to remember?"

"So you can remember that at some point you did love me, you wanted to marry me," she said, wiping at a stray tear. "I just want you to come home."

"And that is exactly why it's Sam and not you who I want to help me," he said and she gasped in shock. "She wants me to remember for me."

"She wants you to remember so she can have her husband back," she shot back.

"Maybe. Monica wants her son back, and Carly wants her best friend back," Jason reasoned. "But they all just want me to remember for me. Sam wants what's best for me, not for her. You didn't take anyone but yourself into consideration."

"That's not true."

"Whatever you say," he sighed as he handed the waitress his money. "Have a nice day."


Let me know what you thought, I have some other chapters ready to go if anyone seems interested in this.

I'm super busy/super stressed over school so I can't promise regular update, but I do end up adding to this often because reading cases and researching for papers requires motivation that I'm seriously lacking lately (such a problem).

Thanks for reading!