Authors note: I'm really sappy. You've been warned. I can't help it, it's some sort of genetic flaw. I began writing this in early May and was going off a few incorrect spoilers about this storyline. 1. Alexis kidnaps Sam and takes her to A Clinic (that happened but it was extremely brief and kind of stupid) 2. The clinic was actually a renovated wing of Windemere. The changes I've made to this chapter are extremely minor, not really worth a re-read, but I hope to get chapter 2 up tonight. The sap will continue.

Something was different. No. Everything. It was so quiet, there were no machines blaring, people rushing, or crying…quiet was good.

Danny. I had to go see him! No, I couldn't. Something had happened to Danny. I moved to push my blankets back and all hell broke.

The quiet was gone, replaced by bleeping machines, someone screeching and pain. Pain shot through my body, I couldn't tell where it began or ended. My arms and legs were heavy, my head throbbed. Something stung me.

Danny? Jason? Where are you?

Danny had died. Yes. There wasn't enough serum. Alexis took Danny's…he is gone. Jason? Why wasn't Jason here? Danny.

Quiet. Music is playing somewhere. It's beautifully soft. Someone is in the room. I will my eyes to open, but it is so hard. The room is dim, out of focus. Jason? I think I've said it aloud. Jason? Someone is screeching…no talking, asking for a doctor? I'm not sure.

Jason is here. He's smiling. It's over we can go home. The serum has arrived, enough for everyone, he is taking me home. Danny is gone. Alexis is there.

"Sam, I need you to open your eyes."

I can't. Where is Jason? He's taking me home.

"Sam, I know it's hard, but Dr. Reilly says you can do it."

"Jason?"

"Jason isn't here right now, but he wants you to open your eyes. Please Sam."

"Danny." I open my eyes and try to focus on the shadowy form holding my hand.

"Sam…"

"Why did you let him die?" The shadow recoils slightly, but I know her, she clears her throat as she always does when she's nervous. But she's not sick. Why am I still so sick?

"You were shot Sam." A man's voice interjects.

"Ric, don't."

"It was almost a month ago. Do you remember?"

"Where is Jason?" Was he shot too? Was that why he wasn't here? I try to sit up, but it hurts so much. Tears sting both eyes. Someone is holding me. Helping me lay back, kissing my forehead, squeezing my hand. It feels so right. She's saying "He's fine Sam, I promise you, he's fine." She says "I love you Sam."

Alexis Davis loves me?

I'm dancing with Jason. He was late, but he came, just like he promised he would. He lifts me easily into the air, embraces me, spins me.

I'm not in General Hospital. The room is beautiful, enormous. There is a uniformed nurse at the end of my bed checking a chart. My room is brimming with roses, balloons, and the occasional stuffed animal. There are upholstered chairs and a table, two huge windows overlooking a tea garden.

"Good Morning Ms. McCall."

"Mornin'" is all I manage. She nods and checks my IV. I ask "Where are we?"

"Well you seem much improved, let me get the doctor."

"Could you tell me where we are first?" I persist; I've never liked being ignored. Her cheeks brightened slightly.

"I'm under strict orders Miss. You understand?"

No, I want so much to argue. I want to scream, but my head hurts, so I am a quiet little patient. And the good little nurse goes to find the good little doctor.

The doctor seems vaguely familiar now. She starts "Good Morning Ms. McC---"

"Sam is good."

"Sam, right." She smiles "Can you tell me what you remember before waking up here a few days ago?"

"Well, there was some sort of epidemic, people were dying. I was sick…but I got better, yes, I went home."

"Yes," she confirms, "you fully recovered a few months ago. Do you remember anything else?"

"There was a party? I think…" I push through my cloudy dreams and hope I'm pulling out facts. "I was dancing, and then…I was shot." A hot tear crawled along my cheek. "But I was at GH. Dr. Lee?"

"Dr. Lee was your original physician. You developed some serious complications, and after your surgery Ms. Davis had you brought here."

"Is this like a prison or something? I'm mean it's a damn nice one…"

"I assure you Sam, you aren't in a prison." She smiled again, "Ms Davis just wanted you to have the best possible care."

I snort…It hurts and the doctor looks bewildered when I add bluntly "What the hell does she care?"

"Oh my God! You don't remember?"

How long had Alexis been there? She looked like hell. Dr. Reilly motioned for the nurse to get rid of her.

"After neurosurgery, it's not uncommon for there to be gaps Ms. Davis." The nurse explains quietly, as she escorts Alexis to the hall.

"Doctor, where is Jason? Was he hurt?"

"No, Sam, I understand Mr. Morgan got you to the hospital, right after you were hurt. But it was agreed that you would be better off re-cooperating…"

"The hell it was, I want to see him! Is he in jail? Did that bitch have him arrested again?"

"Uh, well, I believe there was…" Dr. Reilly was positively stuttering now. "But no, he is not currently incarcerated."

I'm so tired, I can't think. Dr. Reilly tells me she'll be back to discuss things after I've calmed down. She has the nurse give me something to help with that. I don't want to calm down. I want to know where Jason is.

Sam, its Robin. I wanted to let you know…Danny, something about my brother. Chosen. Maine.

'I don't know what to do. Dr. Reilly says she will remember eventually…but how can I explain any of this with out telling her, Ric?'

'Then tell her, she accepted it once.'

'It took her months Ric, months. I'm not sure I can handle…'

'Mommy, mommy…' A child's voice drifts into the room.

'Ric, can you go?'

'The girls need you Alexis, I'll stay with Sam.'

'Okay. I think she hates you less anyway…'

Ah, not so much. I open my eyes as her perfume leaves the room.

"I thought you were awake." Ric buried his hand in his hair. "For the record, I know you hate me at least as much."

I roll my eyes. But I smile too. "What don't I remember?"

"The doctor says that your brain reverted back to its last major trauma.'

"Thanks, I figured that part out. Something important, Ric, something important happened."

"It's not really my place."

"Then why are you here? Why am I here?" Ric said nothing. He stood up and began to pace. "Is it Alexis' place? To tell me I mean?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Are you a lawyer or a shrink? Jeesh…, you aren't going to tell me. You want me to figure it out." I stop. "She said she loved me. She kissed me. Held my hand." I tick off Alexis' bizarre behavior, then realize. "And…I don't hate her. It's gone…"

"That's a pretty good start." Ric smiled, "Should I get her?"

"Yes, please Ric, please get her."

I'm nervous.

A Mylar balloon droops in the corner wishing me a deflated "Happy Birthday!"

My Birthday was May 11.

My birthday…I was born on Mother's Day.

Evelyn.

Robin said Danny wasn't my brother…

Jason took me to Maine…

"Hi Sam." Alexis starts, "Ric told me you were awake. Do you need anything?" She's a wreck. Her clothes are wrinkled, her hair bushy, her eyes dart everywhere but to meet my own.

"I do…" My voice cracks, "I need you to tell me the truth. Please."

"You know Sam."

"I think I know…but I need to hear it from you…Please."

She sits down and takes my hands, her eyes never leave mine. "I didn't know, I thought she was dead, but it was a lie, my whole life was lies…you're here, you're her, you're my daughter Sam." I can barely see her through the tears, "And I've done so many horrible things to you and somehow you forgave me and Jason told me, I didn't believe it at first. And now you don't remember and you hate me."

"I don't." I interrupt her softly.