Thanks for help to my beta, for Daphne. Without you I would not have been able to put up my story. Thank you
I do not own the General Hospital and characters. If yes then this all incident with Franco would not have happened. Jason would be in life and would live in happiness with Sam and theirs son, with Daniel.
Darkness like soot surrounded her. The cold permeated her bones. Even the warmth of the wet-suit did not protect her from the chill of the icy water. Her eyesight was obscured, her ears throbbed and rumbled because of the echoes as she fought her way blindly in the dusk through the dark water. She was freezing and her heart was filled with fear, but she refused to give up the search just yet. The hope was still there that she would happen upon her beloved husband, her love, her heart, her life - the other half of her body; her heart, her soul. She would not give up because in her heart, deep down, she knew that her husband was still alive. He had promised her that he would not leave her. Not her or her son. He stuck by his vows. Nobody and nothing could stand in their way. There were her doubts, sure, regarding her husband's death but her heart, her instincts whispered, that her husband had not died, that her Jason was still alive.
Uncertainty dogged a trembling heart and a tired body but the love she felt for her husband and the affection she felt for her son added strength to her will to continue on. She investigated more in the foggy water, moving her hands over the slippery stones on the bottom of the sea, sticking her palms deep in the sandy mud, moving her fingers through branches, looking for anything – anything that would indicate her husband was still alive. In her search she finally hit upon the phoenix. She took it into her hand, tightening her fist around the object in fear she would lose the only thing that was a symbol of two of the most important days in her life. Their wedding and what had occured just today - wherein they had finally became a family with their son and had decided to give their relationship another chance; wherein they committed to raising Daniel together.
The oxygen was running low in her tank but she was not willing to stop the search now. Her blood palpitated in her veins, her breathing was hard, her eyes dry, her eyesight obscured, her hands trembling with tension and helplessness. Her lungs signaled that it was time to rise to the surface. She felt the burning in her lungs. She had gone a long time without air already and she needed all of her strength to find the husband she loved so much. She was just about to rise to the surface when she suddenly caught sight of something bright. The gold dazzled in front of her eyes enticingly. She swam quickly forward because she did not want to let it out of her sight.
Her heart soared because of the newfound hope that she had possibly, finally, found something. She did not see the tiny object clearly at first but her eyesight cleared finally and she swooped down and scooped it up into her hand. Her breath came to a halt, her heart took a hit, her eyes opened wide in shock as she realized what she had found. Her husband's wedding ring. Lying beside it was a bracelet belonging to an unknown female. She recorded it all into her consciousness and hurried to tuck the objects into her wet-suit. She was beginning to become weak because of the deficiency of the oxygen.
She saw nothing else in the dark as the reflective lights placed along the harbour only gave some visibility. She swam as fast as she could but the surface seemed so far away now. Her arms felt so heavy, as if they were made of lead and legarthy spread throughout her whole body slowly. She knew that she was running out of the time. Her breathing was increasingly more pronounced and ragged as she snatched in as much air as she possibly could. Her face was red with the effort she expended as she fought for the surface. Her ears rumbled with mysterious whispers, which were becoming increasingly louder.
"Sam!" she heard a weak voice call out to her.
"Jason?" She looked to the right and to the left, ahead and back, again and again, but saw nothing, only the darkness. The fearsome, cold, frosty darkness.
"I love you Sam," came the whispering voice again but as Sam turned left and right, she saw nothing. "I love you and Danny." She tossed and turned in the water, hopelessly round and round, but saw nothing and no one.
"Jason!" she shouted, her voice sounding increasingly more desperate.
She felt her mouth mouth move but heard nothing. She quaked then like a fish cast ashore.
"Always, Sam." Sam investigated longer but saw nothing. "I love you, Sam." The affection she heard in his voice made her tremble but then he was gone.
"Jason! Jason!" She turned hopelessly around in a circle again and with each turn, she shouted his name."Jason! Jason! Jasooooooooooooooooon!"
Sam suddenly bolted upright on the couch. Her body and face were shining with sweat, her hair was drenched too, and her breathing was ragged. Her hand fisted in the material of the duvet she was resting under. "Jason…" She whispered his name once more and caught Jason's ring in her hand. She had put it on a chain around her neck, along with her engagement ring.
Nearly a week had passed since Jason had disappeared and everybody had already decided that he must be dead. Nobody but Sam believed that her husband was still alive. She knew that it was necessary that she find Jason as soon as possible. Her husband needed her more than ever, just like she and her son needed him though everybody was sure that Sam was dreaming, that she just didn't want to face reality. With the reality of course being that her husband had died on that fateful night.
She was hoping for her family and friends to help her find him but they weren't doing that and she was very disappointed in them. She realized that everybody took her for a fool because she believed that her husband was alive but they had yet to say that because they felt sorry for her and her son. Because they felt pity for Sam, they kept quiet about their concerns. Some understanding was shown towards her, and some acts of kindness, but people seemed rather to prefer to gossip about her. She had been wrong to believe that she could count on them but who could she depend on to help her?
Sam had crashed into a wall at every turn. Sam was sure of it though - there had to be some trace, something, anything, that could put her on the right track to finding her husband, but so far she had only been met with difficulties. She wondered if someone was keeping her husband from her intentionally and this only goaded her into carrying on with the search, because deep in her heart, she knows that her husband, her child's father, was alive. And God help whoever tried to prevent her from finding her beloved husband.
She stood up from the couch where she had been sleeping since Jason had disappeared. She was not able to go into the bedroom they had shared. She wanted to preserve the many beautiful memories they had made there. They had not only slept in that bedroom, they had made love in it so many times, they had talked and cuddled. Sometimes they simply laid still together and listened to each other's heartbeat, which was music to their ears. Some days before she had fetched her dresses and her things from her mother's house and took them into the room that would have been Lila's. Entering that room was strange. Where that quiet room had once disturbed her, it now calmed her and helped her to smile. She was not on the verge of sobbing though about it now. Naturally her loss hurt because Lila was her first child, her tiny daughter, but she did not feel the compulsion anymore to cry bitter, angry tears about it. Jason had helped her with that.
She moved over to the crib and looked down at her son Daniel who fortunately did not awaken at her interruption. He slept peacefully on his stomach, his two arms stretched upwards, his fists clenched, and his tiny fingers were near his mouth, but while he was not sucking on them, his mouth moved without stopping as if he wanted to say something or simply wanted to eat something in his dream. She smiled at the sight and reached out and gently touched his silky face, being careful not to wake him, He snored once but kept on sleeping. Sam almost burst out laughing at hearing the sound but managed to hold back from doing so and chuckled inwardly instead. Her eyes soon filled with tears though because it occurred to her that Jason snored in the same manner, just like their son, though he had denied it very passionately the first night they spent together. Sam had insisted though that it was true and teased him about it and soon Jason had launched an attack on her and had started tickling Sam. They had ended up making love in the kitchen.
She stood up quickly, wiped away the teardrops collecting in her eyes and tried to gather her strength. She had to shove away the insidious doubts hiding in the back of her mind.
"No!" She moved away from the crib, afraid to wake her baby. "I won't let this bring me down. I won't let my fears trample me. I will not allow the desperation, the doubts, and the insecurities to overcome me." She went to the mantle where the pheonix sat. "I know you are alive Jason and I will find you, I swear I will. I just need your help, Jason! Give something, anything, which will lead you back to me."
Time seemed to stand still as she listened to her son's quiet snoring. Rain beat softly on the windows. Suddenly the doorbell rang, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Who the hell is that?" She wondered aloud. She was annoyed and she was furious that somebody had dared to tear her from her memories, her precious memories.
She opened the door. "What the hell you are you doing here?" Sam grumbled and then suddenly swung out, clenched her fist and struck her undesirable guest.
"I have something to tell you that I think may interest you," they said as they wiped the blood from their nose.
Did you all like it? Shall I continue it?
Would you like Sam and Carly to be friends? I can't decide so I am putting the decision in your hands. I like the good side of Carly but also the bad side of Carly and have ideas for both parts in connection to her.