Part I

Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. . .

Spring

The walls were bleak and grey, as well as nearly bare. A large white blossoming dogwood tree sat just outside her window. It was magnificent. Each falling petal gave her an odd sensational feeling. So far six-hundred and eighty-nine petals had fallen from that very tree. Reminding her of snow and purity. Spring was the time for rebirth and to start anew. All the black coldness of the winter had officially gone away, giving way for the beauty of bumblebees, hummingbirds, cherry blossoms, and cool warm weather. She took a deep breath and exhaled. She wish she could smell the sweet smell of spring and hear all the wonders it brought, but sadly she was stuck in this stuffy bland hospital.

Molly didn't bother with the food they gave her. It smelled funny and a plastic spoon was all she was given to eat with. Even though she was served waffles. She sighed. Plastic forks, plastic knives, lamps, picture frames, curtain rods, and a variety of other things were prohibited from her room. She had one large painting of a white sailing boat out at sea and it was glued to her wall. She lived most her days in isolation, mostly out of fear. Not of her own, but from that of others. The other patients were all deathly afraid of her and so they weren't much fun to talk to. Her roots were a muddy brown while her hair was a pale blonde. She loved looking at her reflection in the window. Mirrors also weren't allowed. Seeing herself gave her wonderful memories of her adoptive sister, Irina. She was gone...so they say, but Molly didn't believe them. She knew Irina would never abandon her. She had faith that they would reunite. It was just a matter of time. She could wait an eternity for her. The promise of that was far better than the alternative of being stuck with these strangers who called her "Molly". She had to accept that name to be perceived as making progress. She miss the entertainment and the liveliness that Bedlam had brought. Here, at Ferncliff, everything was dull. Nothing excited her senses or brought her amusement. She lived her days either in her room or wandering the halls, wishing for something….anything to happen. Then for one hour a day she sat down with her therapist, the exceptional prominent Dr. Lainey Winters. Someone her supposed mother hired personally. Molly wasn't impressed. She would sit for that one hour not saying anything or saying everything her mind could think of. She didn't mean to, but sometimes it came running out like water. The medication they put on her made her sluggish and numb. She loathe the feeling. She miss the eccentricities that was bestowed upon her from Irina. She missed Irina.

Alexis stared straight ahead as her nurse pushed her. She felt the heaviness of her surroundings weigh on her, like it did every time she came here. She couldn't wait until the day came and she was free of this place and her child was back home where she belonged. "Lainey." Alexis said, as her nurse pushed her up to the elegantly dressed woman, who she had come to consider a dear friend. Lainey smiled and nodded. "Alexis." They headed down the corridor to the north wing of the hospital, full of the criminally insane and most dangerous mentally unstable patients. Alexis still resented that her daughter was held here. She didn't believe she was anywhere near as dangerous as the people housed here, but Lainey and many others disagreed. Mostly on the fact that when Molly was first committed, she nearly bit off the finger of a orderly and threw a pot of freshly brewed scalding hot coffee in a social worker's face. Then on her second day she ran her head into a mirror shattering it, and with one of the shards she held another patient hostage. She lacerated the middle of the girl's throat and threatened to do the same to herself. The orderly suffered major nerve damage to his finger and the social worker had second degree burns that covered the top of her breast up to her entire face. The girl….well the cut was so deep her vocal cords were severely damaged. "How's my daughter doing today? I heard TJ stopped by to help jog her memories." Alexis smiled, hoping some real progress happened. Lainey frowned. Alexis felt the little hope she had deplete. "He did, but Molly wasn't as welcoming as he would have liked her to be. She also hasn't been sleeping. So we've prescribed her Ambien for her restlessness, but she refuses to take it." Lainey said, followed by a heavy sigh. Alexis felt the tears come to her eyes, but she pushed them back. This isn't what Molly needed. Lainey could sense the shift in her attitude and placed a warm hand on her shoulder. "I think with more extensive therapy we just might get through that wall she has built. Just give it time, Alexis." Alexis didn't bother looking up. She simply nodded and cleared her throat. "Can I see her?" She asked, needing a change in the topic. Lainey tilted her head to get Alexis' attention, smiling at her. "Of course. Follow me."

Alexis sat across from Molly, who sat silently on the teal colored chair. Her face was almost unrecognizable. Doctors had put her nose back into place, but even still you could see it was slightly crooked. Molly's eyelids drooped lower than usual and her right side would twitch every once in awhile. As if it was alerting everyone of its presence. She was fidgeting in her seat, not able to stay still. Her hair was a tangled mess. Even with all that, Alexis could still see her child within. She was there. She just needed time to slowly reassemble herself and Alexis would give her all the time in the world. "Molly, you look really tired. Why don't you take the pills Lainey is offering you?" Alexis asked, getting right to it. She didn't want to beat around the bush with her or act as if everything was fine, when it wasn't. Molly raised her eyes to meet Alexis'. Alexis could see the darkness that haunted her. She just couldn't tell if that darkness was holding Molly against her will or was she embracing it. "I don't want anymore pills clogging up my body. Making me feel things that aren't my own feelings." Molly responded immediately. She looked away and out the window. "I don't want to sleep anyway." Alexis felt her concern grow. "Why not?" Molly closed her eyes and then reopened them. Staring straight at Alexis, with the hollow eyes of a stranger. "That's when the monsters come alive. Showing me these vivid images of a feral beast that lives inside my head. Then after the images disperse the voices come. Speaking to me. Telling me things." Molly clamped her hands over ears. "I try not to listen, but the more I struggle the more overpowering it becomes. Louder and louder they get." Alexis rolled her chair forward. Stopping just in front of Molly. "What do they tell you?" Alexis asked, afraid of her response. Molly dropped her hands. Letting a slow smile spread across her face. "That you all will die at the hands of Him." Molly stood and walked idly over to the window. Alexis felt a small chill run along her skin and back down her spine. "Who's Him, Molly? Who are you talking about?" Molly cocked her head to the side, reminding Alexis of this horrid doll she had growing up with yellow yarn for hair. "Demogorgon."

"I look fat." Sam said with a sigh. She turned sideways, staring at her slightly extended stomach. She wasn't upset about it. She was extremely happy. Annoyingly happy, as Kristina would say. Months had passed and even though everything wasn't fixed or perfect, she was happy. "You're not fat. You're pregnant, with my niece or nephew." Kristina said, coming to stand behind her as she rested her chin on Sam's shoulder. "I didn't say I was fat. I said looked fat." Sam laughed. "Not that I'm complaining." Kristina bumped her and walked back over to her chair. "You could've fooled me." She said, taking a seat. "Have you found the dress you want to where? Patrick isn't going to marry himself, you know." Sam tugged at the long cream dress she had on. Her and Patrick finally picked a date and it was soon approaching. They of course had problems to still address, but in this moment happiness and being together was their endgame. Nothing would change that.

Few weeks ago

"So, how has everything been going? Any progress made?" Dr. Lewis asked, Sam and Patrick. They looked at one another and smiled. "Things are good. Better than before." Patrick responded first. "We're having a child and planning our wedding. I've come to realize life is way too short and I'm not willing to live without this crazy woman beside me." Patrick caressed Sam's cheek. Feeling the warmness, as the blood rushed to her cheeks making her blush. Being next to her was all he wanted for the rest of his life. To smell her on his skin after they made love, the taste of her lips against his, as well as her unwavering love for him and his daughter. "And the child's pat…" Before Dr. Lewis could finish Patrick cut him off. "I'm this child's father. No matter what. Nothing will ever change that." Patrick looked deeply into Sam's eyes as he said it. She felt his love through his words as well as his actions. She was proud that he was once again the man she had fallen in love with. She was also glad to be the honest woman he loved. "Dr. Lewis, we both made mistakes and we both found comfort in other places besides each other, but as of now we're not running from each other. Or afraid to face our responsibilities. Love like this can never be lost." Sam bent down and kiss his resting hand that was on hers.

Present Day

The curtains stayed closed. Shut so tightly not even an inch of sunlight could get through. Nikolas made a point to tell the staff that he wasn't to be bother, not even for dinner. He had kept himself secluded from everyone with nothing, but a bottle of whiskey as his companion. While he stayed held up in his study. He hadn't seen sunlight in weeks. Everything fell apart. Everything he had been working to achieve was all ruined in one night. Nikolas took a swig from his nearly empty bottle. He was sitting against his book shelf, with his arms resting on his knees. The pain was unbearable and was nothing he had ever felt before. Sam wouldn't take his calls, his entire family (all, but his mother) cut him off, and the police had started an investigation because of his connection to Irina. He knew it would lead nowhere, but the mere implication was enough to have a few of his stocks drop. He was spiralling into a drunken abyss of depression and misery. He looked down at the clean white envelope that held a crisp wedding invitation he stole from the hospital. It was address to a doctor on staff, but he didn't care. A wedding he wasn't invited to, as if he would want to go to that...that sham. A wedding of wedded lies. He picked it up and took out the invitation, it gave him flashes of the black one he had sent out last year. Inviting everyone to the Red Massacre. He chuckled. He looked at it, tracing the silver lettering with his finger. "What a fucking joke…" Nikolas took another sip out his bottle. He picked up the lighter he had sitting beside him. Setting the invitation afire. "You don't love him. You don't love him!" He shouted at the coiling black ashes. He wiped the tears that fell. A light rapping came from the door, he had barricade with his desk, causing him to jump. "What?! I told you I wanted to be left alone!" He screamed at it. The sound stopped immediately, but he could still hear the person just outside. "Um...sir...I-I know you don't want to be bothered…but um there's someone here to see you." His housekeeper stuttered. Nikolas' interests were piqued. He straighten himself up and looked at the door. No one had come to visit in months. "Who is it?" He asked in a more respectful tone. There was a pause. "Your cousin...Samantha… Um she's waiting downstairs." She finally got out. A wave of emotions washed over him. Confusion, fear, and immense amount of pure joy. He got to his feet at once, knocking over the bottle of whiskey in the process. He moved the desk from the door and opened it. Hilda was shocked by his sudden appearance and jumped back. "Oh, my!" She said, holding her chest. Nikolas shoved her out his way as he headed for the stairs. He knew Sam was still very angry with him, but maybe...just maybe she had come to forgive him. At least he hoped she did. He got to the bottom and went straight to the living room, opening both doors. It wasn't his cousin who came to see him, but his aunt. She sat in her wheelchair across the room from him. Her face lit up when she saw him while his intense feeling of joy dwindled until there was nothing left. Alexis let out a loud boisterous laughter and started to clap. "You should see your face. Did you see his face?" She asked her nurse, who stood just beside her. She too, laughed. "You see how excited he got when he thought it was my daughter? As if Sam would want anything to do with him. Wow. That was a good one." Alexis said wiping a tear that fell from the side of her eye. "What do you want?" Nikolas said in low growl. Alexis met his glare with amusement. Then looked toward her nurse. "Leave us. I need to have a little chat with my nephew." She waved off her nurse, who silently bowed out the room. Closing both doors behind her as she left. Now it was just them. Nikolas and the woman, he use to think of as a second mother, facing off for the first time.

"How have you been? Cause you look like shit." Alexis said, smiling. "If you came to give your opinion on the state of my appearance you can just leave. I don't have time for this nonsense." Nikolas said, turning for the door. The sound of a glassing shattering caught his attention. He swiftly turned around to see an expensive glass vase in pieces on the floor in front of Alexis. "Whoops. Accidents happen. I mean you would know all about that, right? Sometimes things just fall down and we have no control over the outcome. Right?" She was pushing him and even though he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed working. He dropped his grasp on the doorknobs and faced her. "What do you want?" Nikolas asked, giving it his best to show she didn't bother him. She gave him a small smirk, knowing it was though. "What do I want? What..do..I..want? That's an excellent question, Nikolas. Let's see." She put her finger on her chin,as she raised it, giving the impression she was in deep thought. "I want to end poverty. I want to elect a female president. I want to end world hunger. I want world peace, but most of all I want to watch you suffer. You miserable loathsome bastard." Alexis grin brightly. She rolled her chair over the glass and closer to him. "I want to push you down a flight of stairs just to see you fall, prince. I want to starve you, beat you, and then give you electroconvulsive therapy for days until I scramble your little brain. Then I want to shoot a flaming arrow into your chest and watch you burn alive. So I can spit on your grave." Nikolas released the breath he had been holding. He looked at Alexis. Really looked at her and was astounded to see she meant every word. "Well I am my father's son. I am a Cass…" Before he could finish Alexis shook her head fiercely, raising a hand to him. "You don't get to do that. You don't get to play the Cassadine card with me. "Oh woe is me. I was raised in a madhouse", fuck that. Fuck that excuse and fuck you for trying to use it." He could see the anger was now rising within her. Her amusement dissolving. "I was raised with these people. I witnessed my mother's death and lost my sister. Then I was tortured by people who were supposed to love and care for me. My childhood was no picnic, but you don't see me whining and pouting and trying to use it as an excuse as to why I'm so fucked up. Grow up. You're not a child anymore. You are the way you are because of you. No one else is to blame." Her words hit him hard and a piece of his cool exterior was chipped. He could feel his wave of emotions began to become too overwhelming. He loved his aunt. He really did, but he let his love for Sam outweigh everything else in his life to the point where she was his only concern. Only thought. He could see how wrong he was, but he couldn't stop what he felt for her. "I can't help it! I love her! You think by you rolling in here with this little speech it will change that. I'm sorry, Alexis. I truly am. I didn't mean for my love for her to hurt you or Molly. I never wanted any of this. I just wanted her." He said, hoping she would understand or at least try. Alexis rolled closer to him, until she was just a foot away. She raised her hand to him, making him kneel before her. She rested her hand on his face. Gently caressing the man she once saw as a boy. Then she slapped him across the face. "Well that's too damn bad. You can't have her. You can never have her. You will die yearning for her and I will get so much pleasure out of that." A tear rolled down his face and he stood. Quickly wiping it away. His need for her forgiveness swiftly vanished as it was replaced by his need for revenge. "I will get her back. I mean she's after all carrying my child. Your grandchild…your niece or nephew. Gender doesn't matter to me." He expected his words to shock Alexis. Disgust her even, but she just sat back in her chair, shaking her head. A smiled spread across her lips as she started to laugh once more. "You poor deluded fool. She told me everything. And you're not getting your filthy hands on that child. Whether it is or isn't yours." Nikolas bent down toward her. Placing his face in hers. She could smell the whiskey on his breath. "You can't stop me. You can't keep me from my family." Without flinching Alexis met his heavy gaze and said, "From this day forth you're no longer a part of my family. I will also reclaim my birthright and my title as Princess Natasha Cassadine. I will take everything you hold dear. I will destroy your life, like you destroyed that of so many. You will fall my precious prince and no one will be there to catch you." Nikolas winced. Embarrassed by his involuntary movement he stood straight. Smoothing out his wrinkled white shirt. Ignoring the victorious gleam in Alexis' eyes. "I sincerely doubt that you could. You have no actual standing in a fight against me. No pun intended. I'm the Cassadine heir. You're nothing more than a bastard trying to step out of your lowborn status." Nikolas said, as he dusted off nonexistent dust on his sleeve. Alexis clapped at his words and nodded. "You are absolutely right. You are the heir and I'm nothing more than a bastard, but then again...you aren't the only heir to the Cassadine fortune." Nikolas was perplexed by her words. "I see that you're confused, but it's true. It took me some time, but I found him. The child from Stavros second marriage. Handsome young fella and just the person I need to dethrone you." Alexis explained happily. Nikolas tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but it seemed lodged in there. He couldn't believe what she was saying. "Impossible!" He shouted. Alexis rocked with glee. "Nothing's impossible."

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

Travel the world and seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

"Tell me again the story of the Lost Prince." Molly said softly. It was nightfall and her room was pitch black, with solely a thin strip of moonlight to illuminate a small piece of it. He sat in the corner. Furthest from the little source a light, as he possibly could. Hiding in obscurity. "Of course. Let me start from the beginning."

Sweet dreams are made of these

Who am I to disagree

Travel the world and seven seas

Everybody is looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

"His mother was so beautiful, she was like an angel. Loving, poised, and a smiled that warmed the hearts of many. She loved king very much. Probably too much and it cost her, dearly." He cleared his throat. Molly sat crossed leg on her bed, holding her pillow to her chest, as she listened placidly. She could just make out his silhouette, but nothing more. She wasn't allowed to see his face just yet. The demon of her dreams always found a way to visit her, and oddly she had come to find it quite comforting.

I want to use and abuse you

I want to know what's inside you

Hold your head up, movin' on

Keep your head up, movin' on

Hold your head up, movin' on

Keep your head up, movin' on

Hold your head up, movin' on

Keep your head up, movin' on

Movin' on

"The lost prince loved his mother and he loved being with her, but she was sad. She was banished by king and he broke her heart. So she didn't like the lost prince anymore and saw him as a bad reminder. So she tried to drown him. In hopes the feelings of loneliness and despair would finally be gone." He stopped. Molly leaned forward dying to know what happened next. "Why won't you ever tell me the rest of the story?" She was pleading at this point. He would start it, but never once did he finish. She could feel he was purposely withholding it. "So curious. Maybe I will tell you the rest." He shifted in his seat, unfolding his legs.

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who I am to disagree

Travel the world and seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abused you

Some of them want to be abused

He leaned forward, giving her a bit of his face. It was hidden beneath a white mask. He raised his hand to it, only hesitating for a moment. Then he lift it up. Revealing a portion of his face, but it was enough to have Molly rattled. She cringed at the bits she saw. Feeling herself become queasy. She wanted to shut her eyes, but knew that would insult him and she didn't want to insult Demorgorgon. "Are you afraid?" He whispered. She shook her head. A little too fast for her own liking, but he didn't seem to notice. "You should be." In that instant Molly shut her eyes and released a bloodcurdling screamed.

I'm gonna use and abuse you

I'm gonna know what's inside you

Gonna use and abuse you

I'm gonna know what's inside you

Part II

I was a little girl

Alone in my little world

Who dreamed of a little home for me

I played pretend between the trees

And fed my houseguests bark and leaves

And laughed in my pretty bed of green

Sam helped him dry off with his plush blue towel. Tickling his stomach as she did. He laughed and she smiled. He held his arms up as she slid his shirt on. "Are you going to read me a story?" Danny asked her, as he headed straight over to his small brown bookcase that sat just beside his bed. Sam sighed. Getting off the floor had become a struggle these days, but she smiled at her son and simply said, "Pick one." Danny dug through the books on the second row. Sam wasn't even surprised by his choice. It had become a favorite of his. "This one." He said, climbing into his bed. Sam got in on the other side, getting under the covers as he rested his head on her. "This one? Are you sure? We always read this one." Sam teased. Danny nodded. "Yes, mommy. This one. Please." He begged and as always she complied. "Fine. I'll read this one."

I had a dream

That I could fly

From the highest swing

I had a dream

"Oh please don't go. We'll eat you up. We love you so. And Max said, "No"." Sam read aloud. Danny was spellbound by the little book that gave him a world of captivating characters and an engrossing story. Sam rested her head atop of his as she finished. Once she was done. She could still feel him wide awake beneath her. "Mommy?" He said, getting her attention. She yawned and said, "Yes?". He raised his head to look up at her. "Why did Max leave the wild things? They were his friends." She was also used to these questions. He seem to think up new ones each night. "Well, baby, he missed his mom." She simply replied, gently stroking his hair. He went quiet for a moment, going over what she had said. "I would miss you too. So I wouldn't want to stay...but maybe I could go back on the weekends." He said with a yawn. Sam lower her head to kissed him on the top of his forehead. "That would be just fine...cause I would miss you too." with her hand she shut his eyelids. "Now rest your eyes. So you may visit where the wild things are." With that Danny snuggled up to her and her growing belly. Tucking himself deep into her side as he slowly, but surely drifted off to sleep. Sam stayed like that for a good thirty minutes. Feeling herself drift off as well.

Long walks in the dark

Through woods grown behind the park

I asked God who I'm supposed to be

The stars smiled down on me

God answered silently in reverie

I said a prayer and fell asleep

Sam awoken in her bed beside Patrick. She laughed and rubbed her face. "Did I fall asleep…" She started and Patrick interrupted. "Did you once again fall asleep in the bed of one our children? Yes." He said laughing, as he bent down and kissed her lips. "I'm starting to think you like them more than me." He pouted. Sam rolled her eyes, as she sat up. "Sometimes I do." She admitted, with a smirk. Patrick grabbed her, pulling her over onto his lap. Holding her in his arms. "Now you're just being mean." He said, tightening his grip around her. She lay still, cradle in his arms. Loving the feeling of being this close. She reached up and outlined his lips. "I could be persuaded to your side. Are you up to the challenge?" She asked, letting her hand fall upon his cheek. "Oh, I up to the challenge. I'll do whatever it takes to have you on my side." Patrick said, in between kisses to her neck and trailing his nose along the side of her face. "Well with this dedication you just might win me over." Sam bit her lower lip, trying to keep from laughing. Patrick could see he was getting to her. "Hmmm…maybe I need to put in a little more work." His eyes trailed her body, as his hands held her face. Sam could see what he was hinting at, but kept her expression aloof as she pretended to be oblivious. "If that's what you feel you need to do to get the job done." She shrugged.

I had a dream

I could fly

From the highest tree

I had a dream

Patrick's hand rested on her bare stomach. He was above her and halfway inside. He smiled at the sight of her bump. He slid himself all the way in and looked back up at her. Her head fell back with her mouth wide open as she moaned softly. He rocked his hips into hers. Pushing his way deeper inside. This was the first time they made love since they overcome what had broke them. They weren't perfect, but their love was as strong as a relentless gust of wind. It blew in whichever way it needed to, but was never ending in its pursuit. He placed his mouth on her nipple biting down lightly. She placed his middle finger inside her mouth as she sucked on it. Grazing her teeth along its length. His thrusts were powerful and solicitous. Feeling her legs wrap around him to keep the rhythm going. "Fuck…I love you so much." He moaned against her lips, just before kissing her passionately. She dug her fingers into his hair. Pulling his head back to kiss his face. "I think I might love you more." She whispered back.

Now I'm old and feeling grey

I don't know what's left to say

About this life I'm willing to leave

I lived it full and I lived it well

There's many tales I've lived to tell

I'm ready now

I'm ready now

I'm ready now

To fly from the highest wing

I had a dream

Clear lights were strung up in the trees and wrapped around the trunk. A string of white Chinese lanterns connected the two closes oak trees that sat just in front of a small lake. Petals decorated the path to those trees and in that very spot, underneath those lanterns, stood a priest waiting to marry Sam and Patrick. Sam stood alone inside her room at the Metro Court, staring at herself in the mirror. Reflecting back was someone familiar. Someone she somewhat recognized. The smile on that person's face was the hardest thing to put with her own self. She had been happy once like this before, but that was such a long time ago. That happiness was also with another man. A man who was lost and a man she loved very dearly. He gave her hope when she had none. He made her believe in the stars and all the magic they held, but once again, that was a very long time ago. She never thought she could get that back though. That blissful happiness that made her entire face look different. She took a nervous deep breath and then quickly released it. She was in her wedding dress, it was a ivory vintage short cut with a lace neckline and sleeves. There was enough room for her belly without seemingly looking like a redneck. Her hair was braided up into a messy side bun, one Emma just had to recommend. She rested her hand on her stomach, with a heavy sigh she asked, "You ready kid?" As if it could somehow hear her, she felt a light flutter coming from inside her stomach. A knock on her door shocked her back to reality. Then it opened, revealing a all dressed up Alexis. Her nurse pushed her in and stopped in front of Sam, just before leaving. "You...look beautiful." Alexis said, getting teary eyed at the sight of her eldest daughter. Sam smiled back at her mom. Walking over to give her a hug. "You don't know how much it means to me that you're here." Sam said, releasing her from the embrace. "I wouldn't be anywhere else. Its also nice to see you're not in jeans and a leather jacket." She quipped, marveling at Sam's appearance. Sam laughed and rolled her eyes. "I bet Patrick's going to be just as amazed as you." Sam remarked, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her dress. "No. He would be amazed at anything you wore. He wouldn't care as long as he got to marry you. He's a great guy and I'm happy you found him." Alexis said honestly. Sam could feel the tide in her emotions swiftly change. "Me too." Sam could feel the tears form and blew her breath. Alexis grabbed a handkerchief from her purse and handed to Sam, who quickly dabbed at the corner of her eyes. "That's your something old." Sam looked at the antique handkerchief and noticed the faint detail of something. "Your mother's." Sam stated, and Alexis nodded to confirm. "Thank you. This means a lot to me." Sam held the handkerchief more delicately. Alexis noticed a sudden change in Sam. "What's wrong?" She asked concerned. Sam shook her head and tried to force a smile. "Its nothing. I just wish… I just wish Molly was here with us." Alexis held her breath. Feeling the room become smaller with the mere mention of her youngest child. Last she heard from Lainey, Molly had a setback. They didn't know why, but it was sudden. Alexis put all the blame on her unscrupulous nephew. "Will get her back one day. Just wait and see. She just needs time." The heaviness of the subject weighed on Alexis. Thankfully Kristina came in to collect Sam. "Okay it's time for you to go, but before you do. Here." Kristina said, handing Sam a silver star shaped hairpin. "That's your something borrowed because I definitely want it back." Sam slid the pin into her hair, fastening it so it wouldn't come loose during the ceremony. "How do I look?" She asked her sister and mother. Who both seem to approve and smile. Emma came in soon after bursting with energy. "I can't wait until you and daddy are married." She said, with the hugest grin upon her face. San tickled her chin and grinned back. "I can't wait either, kiddo. So let's go get married." Sam said, ushering the small child out the door, followed by Kristina. Kristina stopped when she realized Alexis wasn't following them. "Aren't you coming mom?" Alexis seemed to be in her own little world when Kristina caught her attention. "Of course. I'll be right behind you." Kristina nodded and closed the door behind her. Alexis shut her eyes as she took a deep breath. Then she removed her right foot from the footrest and then her left. Without any struggle she stood, kicking the wheelchair across the floor. Walking around the room with ease. She picked up the small mirror sitting on the dresser. Turning it around to face herself. Her face looked smaller and her skin looked dry for some reason. Her traumatic experience was aging her far beyond her years. She pulled her arm back and flung the mirror across the room. Screaming as it crashed against the wall, shattering into pieces. The door burst open and Alexis felt her heart sink into her chest. Her eyes connected with that of her worried nurse. "You scared me half to death. You weigh at least two hundred pounds you would at least think you would make a sound when you walked." Alexis sniped, fixing her hair as she tried to calm her nerves. "What if it wasn't me? What if someone from your family saw you? You need to get back in your chair." The nurse, whose name was Vera, said panicking. Alexis walked back over to her seat and plopped into. "Well they didn't. Everyone can continue on thinking I'm the fragile weak thing they all see me as." Alexis said angrily. She knew it was wrong to fool her family like this. After they spent months in fear over what would happen next in her prognosis, but it was better this way. She wasn't seen as a threat and when people saw you as something non threatening it was an even better way to come out on top. When they least expected it she would attack. "Stop your fretting and bring me to my daughter's wedding."

Patrick waited anxiously just a few yards down from where he would soon be married. He couldn't believe how nervous he was. He also was very excited about what was to come from this union. He wished his brother could be here to stand beside him as his best man, but he was still in jail serving out the rest of his sentence. So he had Lucas be his best man instead, which was still just as good. His father was here, as well as Anna, so he felt good. The sun would soon be setting which would mean they would begin. "Chill out, Patrick. Soon to be Dr. McCall or is Dr. Morgan?" Lucas smiled. Patrick rolled his eyes. "Ha. You're hilarious. Remind me again why did I ask you to be my best man?" Lucas straighten Patrick's tie and dusted off the jacket to his suit. "Because your dad would rather be a guest, your only brother is in prison for murder, and you have no friends. Also Sam would be hurt that you didn't put her very sexy younger brother in the wedding party." Lucas said, smacking Patrick's arm as he headed back. Patrick shook his head, chuckling lightly under his breath. Lucas definitely helped him loosen up a bit. He gave himself a few more minutes alone before following Lucas' lead.

Sam stepped off the horse drawn carriage that brought her and was met by her father and son. "Here, mommy." Danny said, when she first got off the carriage. He gave her a blue handmade braided bracelet with a small round blue crystal ball attached to it. "Aww, is this the something blue and something new?" Sam asked. Danny nodded and Sam put it on. Sam walked up to her father, who greeted her with kiss on the cheek. "Well actually I'm the something new. Seeing as I came into your life not that long ago." Julian said, roping his arm with Sam's. "Well hopefully the something new isn't going anywhere either." Sam said, as Kristina got everyone in their places. "I wouldn't dream of it." Julian whispered. It was almost time and Sam was no longer nervous or scared. She was ready for everything that was to come, and then the music begun.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. . .

He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating. How could this be possible? He didn't know, but his lungs were burning from lack of air and he felt as if they would soon explode. Suddenly his airways opened and air was let in. He gasped as he fell to the floor, holding his chest. He was inside his darken study, alone. Or so he thought. "You're an embarrassment." The lamp on the desk was flicked on. Nikolas knew that voice well. "What are you doing here? And did you try to smother me?!" He yelled from his place on the floor. He was still having a hard time catching his breath. "I'm trying to understand how someone in your position could be such a pitiful waste. You lost her. Move on with your life and collect whatever dignity you have left." Nikolas could feel him moving around in the shadows. "And of course not. I was just trying to see how long one could go without air." He said, with an obvious smirk. Nikolas lift the empty bottle that sat at the base of his desk and threw it at him. "Get out of here!" Nikolas collapsed back down and tried to get his wits about himself. He, on the other hand was enjoying this. "Seeing a Cassadine in such a pathetic state like this is just sad. Even Helena had more balls than you. I bet it's your mother's fault, the reason why you're so disgustingly weak minded." Nikolas could feel him come closer, just as a bolt of lightning struck the sky. "Don't worry though. Since your family I'll help you get back on your feet. That is what family is for." He crouched down in front of Nikolas, extending his hand before him. "Come to uncle Val." With a short hesitation Nikolas accepted it.

One of these mornings…

One of these mornings it won't be very long

They will look for me and I'll be gone

One of these mornings it won't be very long

They will look for me and I'll be gone

Sam watched as her husband danced with their kids across the dance floor. Danny on his neck and Emma standing on his feet, as he twirled them around. It was a beautiful sight to see and she was in love. "Geez. Stop smiling like that. Or else someone's gonna steal all your front teeth right out of your mouth, but then again you probably wouldn't care." Sam smile got even bigger at the sight of her friend. "They could steal the heels off my feet and I still wouldn't care." Sam replied. Maxie laughed as she stared down at Sam's bare feet. "I'm sure they have already. You look amazing. I'm really happy for you and Patrick." Maxie said, leaning in for a hug. Sam squeezed her extra tight. "Thank you. I appreciate that." Sam released her from their embrace and really looked at her. Most of her wedding guests hadn't shown up. Some, like Carly and Sonny, who loss their son and a parent not that long ago, were still grieving and didn't come. She knew it was still hard for most. She could see the struggle everyday with Lucas, who put on a good front, but she knew he was struggling daily with the loss of his mother. Michael, who came, looked different. As if he was much older than he actually was. He stay closer to his family these days. Maxie stayed beside her mother. Helping her daily with her grief over losing Mac. "You look good, Max. I hear you got Julian to become an investor in Crimson and now you're running it. I'm proud of you and I know Mac would be too." Sam said, wiping the corner of Maxie's eyes with her thumbs. A few tears escaped and Maxie shut her eyes tightly. Reopening them as she exhaled. "I think he would be too. Especially since I'm no longer mooching off him or my mom." They both laughed and hugged again. "You mind if I steal my wife?" Patrick said, interrupting them. Maxie let go first and dabbed her eyes with a napkin. "Uh...no. Just make sure mommy-to-be comes back in once piece." Maxie said, helping Sam get onto her bare feet. "I wouldn't have her any other way." Patrick twirled her out onto the dancefloor, as everyone exited to make room for their first dance.

One of these mornings it won't be very long

They will look for me and I'll be gone

One of these mornings it won't be very long

They will look for me and I'll be gone

Sam rested her head on the chest of her husband. Happy to be here in this very moment. "I like you this way. Barefoot and pregnant...as well as my wife." Patrick said, kissing her gently on her hair. "Well don't expect breakfast every morning. Or for me to clean up after you. I'm also terrible with vacuuming. I can sweep though." Sam said, excitedly. Making Patrick laugh. "That's fine, babe. I can vacuum and clean up after myself. And I can get Emma to cook us her famous French toast. It's a win win...but we will have to find something for the boy to do." Sam lift her head back to look up at the man she now knew as her husband. "He's excellent with a crayon. I'm pretty sure he would be glad to make you a mural in your office at GH." Patrick smiled as he dropped his head low to kiss his wife. "Tell him no drawings of horses. They do freak me out." Sam nodded amusingly. "I do remember that. No worries. Danny hates them as well. He's more a motorcycle...racecar kid anyway." Sam said. Patrick's face lit up. "I knew there was a reason I love that kid." Patrick kept Sam close to him as they moved across the floor. Blocking out the world around them. Staying inside the walls of their blissfully happy bubble. After their first dance was over, Sam danced with Danny and Patrick with Emma. They switched off partners each song and then danced as a family. Patrick took Anna's hand and dragged her out to the floor, as Sam danced with her father. The party was lively and entertaining, but every minute or so Patrick would search for his wife. Finding her amidst of wedding guests, who were either family or friends, to just stare at the most beautiful thing he was blessed to have in his life. They were going to have a good life. One filled with laughter and joy. One that wasn't perfect nor without heartache, but it would all be worth it in end.

I'll be gone and I'll be gone

I'll be gone and I'll be gone

I'll be gone and I'll be gone

I'll be gone and I'll be gone

Alexis felt the light vibration of her cell phone as it rang. She pulled it out from her purse and read the number. She opened it immediately. "What's wrong, Lainey?" Alexis cut right to it. She felt her blood run cold at what Lainey had to say. Her hand began to shake as her stomach sunk further into her back. "Repeat what you just said. No I'm hearing you correctly. I'm just not understanding it." Alexis smashed the end button on her phone. Feeling her world spinning. She could see Sam a few feet away embraced by her father and it was a loving sight that wanted her heart. Kristina was just behind her happy, for once, dancing with Michael. This night was perfect. Well it was. "Vera, get me out of here. Now before anyone notices." Vera didn't ask questions and did as she was told.

The drive there wasn't that long from the wedding reception. Vera made sure to move with swiftness, when unloading the wheelchair from the car. Alexis sat in the backseat numb to it all. "Alexis? Alexis?" Vera called, trying to get her attention. It took a second, but Alexis snapped out of it and got into the chair. Lainey met them by the front desk. "I'm sorry Alexis." was all Lainey said, when she first saw Alexis. She snapped at Vera to keep pushing her. They made it to Molly's room and Vera paused just outside the ajar door. Alexis, without hesitation, pushed the door all the way open. Alexis rolled herself inside and sat their in silence. The room was empty. Nothing, but a vacant bed and a chair that was toppled over, showed signs that someone was formerly there. "Where the hell is my child?!"

Sam slid on her leather black jacket, handed to her by Kristina, as she got into the 1970 black and white striped Chevelle. Lucas tossed Patrick the keys. "Just think of this as my wedding gift to you both." Patrick ran his hand on the newly remodeled car and whistled. "I take that as we don't have to give it back." Patrick laughed as he got into the car. Sam waved goodbye to Danny and Emma as Patrick started up the car. The engine came to life. Sounding like a beast was underneath the hood. With "just married" written on the rear windshield in white paint they drove off into the night. Lightning struck the sky followed by a clap of thunder. Sam smiled as she leaned in Patrick. Removing her hairpin, she slid it into Patrick's ever growing hair. "Do I look good, Mrs. Drake?" He asked, placing his arm around her. Sam tucked her face into his shirt sniffing the smell of his cologne. "You look handsome, Mr. Drake. Just make sure to return that to Kristina or she might shave off a patch of your hair for it." Patrick laughed at the thought. They drove along the edge of town, right beside lake Port Hurst. Making a stop at a red light. Sam lift her head, finally noticing the water just below. "We should bring the kids here. It looks like a beautiful place to…" She paused before finishing her sentence, which alerted Patrick. "What is it? What's wrong?" Patrick asked, alarmed. Sam shook her head. "Nothing. I can feel the baby. I felt it earlier, but I thought it was just me. Now I know it wasn't." Sam's cheeks spread into a smile, looking up at Patrick to see a smile upon his face as well. "Our kid...is moving?" He sounded surprise. Sam grabbed his hand and placed it on the side where the small flutters were growing. Tears came to his eyes as he choked out a laugh in astonishment. "Wow. That's our kid." He said, making Sam tear up. "Yup. That's our kid, babe." Patrick put his arm back around Sam holding her closely as he kissed her face. The red light turned green and he took his foot off the break and put it on the accelerate. "I love you, Mr. Drake." Sam said resting her eyes, as the car sped on. Patrick smiled at the words. Proud they were directed at him. "I love you…" Before he could finish a thundering horn coming from a oversized truck was being blasted right before the truck came slamming into the driver's side of Patrick and Sam's car.

One of these mornings it won't be very long

They will look for me and I'll be gone

One of these mornings it won't be very long

They will look for me and I'll be gone

An hour later

Patrick coughed up the glass that was in his mouth. His world was black and cold. He was dizzy and everything hurt. Then he remembered, his wedding, the reception, his wife, and the accident. He looked out the window on his side. The door was indented into left side, but thankfully he could feel his legs and his fingers. Glass was everywhere and the repugnant smell of oil filled his nose. He noticed he was upside down and the car was no longer on the road. It was down by the lake, giving him the alarming knowledge it had been flipped off the road. Who knows how many times? His voice was ragged and he had to clear his throat, but when he did blood came flying out. He was bleeding internally that wasn't a good sign. Then he looked over to the passenger side to see if Sam was alright. "Sam? Sam? Sam?" He voice was small, but just loud enough to be heard. She wasn't there though. She was gone and in that moment his world had gone dark.