Hello…Again

a SamSon Short Story

The drug Jason took to spark his memories of Dr. Thomas did much more than that. It brought back all his memories of being Jason Quartermaine, and suppressed his more recent memories of being Jason Morgan. Sam stayed by his side in GH for days, but Jason treated her like a stranger. He didn't know her, and knowing that she was the girlfriend of Jason Morgan, the hit man, made him not want to know her at all. Alan and Monica had wasted no time filling Jason in on all the horrible things they assumed Sonny Corinthos had made him do, and convinced him to return to the Quartermaine fold. Jason agreed, but not before paying Sonny a visit. "How many men did I kill for you?" he angrily asked. Sonny didn't respond. As much as he hated seeing Jason torn up like this, he had to keep his mouth shut for self-preservation. Anything he told Jason would most certainly be used against him by the Quartermaines…if not by Jason himself.

Once Jason was gone from Sonny's life, he made some major changes in his organization. He changed all the transportation routes they used to move stolen cargo. He brought in more men for security around him, and Greystone, concerned Jason might come after him. And, he hired a new enforcer; a man they had used before as a gun-for-hire. While Jason had been an advisor as well as hit man, this new man was purely there to serve the boss. If Sonny needed someone roughed up, he would do it without question. If Sonny needed someone killed, he would do it without hesitation. Sonny had to admit to himself that he wasn't going to miss Jason always second-guessing his orders.

When Sam arrived at Greystone, she let herself in the front door as she usually did. But then she was startled to find not one, but three large men in the foyer. "Max?" Max walked over to her. "What's all this?" "Extra security," Max curtly replied. They were all on edge, both from the loss of Jason and from Sonny's demeanor, which was not pleasant to say the least. "Because of Jason?" Sam asked. Max didn't reply. He walked over the living room doors, knocked, and waiting for Sonny to yell "what?" Max opened the doors and announced Sam. Sam hesitated until Sonny said "show her in." With Jason by her side, she was never nervous at Greystone or around Sonny. But all that had changed now. She walked in, and Max closed the doors behind her. "Max!" Sonny bellowed, and Max quickly popped his head back in. "Yes boss?" "You let anyone in here, I'll finish you." "Yes sir," Max replied, and made a hasty exit. Sam had to stifle a laugh; Max didn't have the best track record for keeping people out of rooms. But then she realized Sonny wasn't joking. She studied his face as he got up and walked to the bar to pour himself what she could only assume was the next in a long line of drinks. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. She figured she looked the same. "Can I have one of those?" she asked. "Sure," Sonny replied. Sam was the only person he could imagine tolerating these days. After his breakup with Reese over her lies about being Charlotte Roberts, and her having slept with his brother, Sonny was in a bad enough state. Then, he lost Jason. He felt like he had no one left in the word, except his children and none of them lived with him anymore. Michael and Morgan lived with Carly and Alcazar, and of course, Kristina lived with Alexis. Sonny was prepared to fight Alexis & Ric for custody again when he found out Ric had slept with Reese, but when Alexis assured him that she was through with Ric, Sonny relented. He assumed Reese & Ric were off consoling each other, but couldn't muster the energy to look into it. He knew he had to concentrate on business, since the situation was tenuous since Jason went away.

Sam was the one person who could relate to what he was going through, and he thought her presence would be comforting to him. Sam thought the same, which is why she went to see him. They sat back down on the couch, both sipping their drinks. Sonny looked at Sam. "Are you OK?" Sam shook her head and stared at her glass. "No. Not at all. He hates me Sonny." Sonny shook his head, "no. He hates ME. He just doesn't remember loving you." Sam nodded, "yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. You must be going through hell. I know he came to see you. Was it awful?" "It was awful because I saw how much pain he was in…knowing what I made him into." "You didn't do anything wrong Sonny. Jason told me you had saved his life after the accident; that without you he would have been alone and living on the streets with nothing." "That's not exactly true. I gave him a job, but I could have gotten him a million different jobs that didn't involve breaking the law." "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up Sonny," Sam stated. "Jason never blamed you." "Well, he does now." Sonny polished off his drink, and started to get up for another. Sam put her hand on his arm. "Wait. Sonny…would you sit here with me?" Sonny looked at her and sat back. "Sure." Sam took his glass, and put it and her own on the table. Then, she leaned back against him, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his chest. Sonny instinctively started stroking her hair, like he used to always do during their brief relationship. Memories of that time started flooding back to him. How sweet and supportive Sam always was with him. How they used to make love endlessly when they were together…sometimes soft and slow and gentle, and sometime urgent and slightly rough. He tried to get his mind onto something else. He didn't want to make Sam uncomfortable.

But Sam was remembering the same things. How they used to have long talks about their fears and regrets. How she would climb on top of him in bed and he'd lay back and let her take them both on a pleasurable ride. And how he would sometimes be filled with such anger at life and such passion for her that he'd pin her down and dominate her in the most delicious way. "Who would it hurt?" Sam silently wondered, thinking about taking Sonny's hand and guiding him upstairs to his bedroom. She gently ran her fingers over Sonny's stomach. He quietly groaned and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "I was just thinking about how it used to be with us," Sam told him. "Sam, don't…" "No, no, you know…not about the baby, although I think about her all the time. But about us; how you used to make love to me." Sonny's insides were churning. He wasn't very good at denying himself what he wanted, but he was fighting like hell to do it now. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of Sam's pain. "It was so good Sonny," Sam added. Sonny didn't reply but admitted to himself she was right. "Maybe I'm just being spiteful, but I don't mind telling you that it was the best I've ever known." "Spiteful?" Sonny inquired, momentarily ignoring her compliment. "To Jason. I loved Jason…love Jason…but our sex life wasn't exactly exciting." "I really don't think you should be telling me this," Sonny stated. But inwardly, he was happy to hear her admission. People were forever comparing him and Jason, and Sonny was always on the losing end of the comparison. It felt good to be told he was better than Jason at something. "What does it matter if I tell you?" Sam asked. "Jason doesn't care. He's never going to want me again." "You don't know that," Sonny tried to be helpful. "Yes, I do. I know it in my heart Sonny." "Well, I'm not the answer Sam. You know that from past experience." "I'm not asking you to take over where Jason left off, Sonny. Besides, I think we're better as friends." "I agree." "But…" Sam sat up and looked at Sonny. "We can be friends with privileges." She gave him a sly smile. Sonny burst out laughing. "You are too much. Thanks for the laugh, I needed that." Sam kept smiling, but said, "I'm deadly serious Sonny. You used to rock my world…rock it now." Sonny stared at her. He was trying to play it cool, but a certain part of his anatomy was making it very clear he thought it was a great idea. Sam's eyes drifted downward, and then back up to his face. Her smile turned triumphant. "You want me…admit it." Now Sonny smiled, "sweetheart, a man would have to be dead to not want you. But it's wrong…" "Why? Who cares what we do?" Sonny thought about it. He knew Reese would care, but wasn't sure if he cared that she cared. Sam grabbed his hand and started pulling him up off the couch. Sonny let her. "We're going to regret this!" he warned as they walked towards the stairs. "Maybe," Sam replied, "but while you're taking me to heaven over and over again, I won't regret a thing!"

THE END