No Easy Choice: A Jasam/Samtrick FanFic

Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is my vision of how the reveal should have gone. I used some of the dialogue from the show to lay the groundwork, and changed some that I felt didn't work as well. Or quite frankly, I was too lazy to find the exact phrasing. I am Team Sam. I'd love her with either Jason or Patrick, although based on Jason's current behavior, I'm leaning towards Patrick. If he acted the way I wanted him to though, it'd be Team Jasam all the way. Also, I kinda hate Liz right now sooooo....don't expect me to portray her very sympathetically.

This is Church Reveal and going forward.

Hope you enjoy!

Sam sat next to Patrick, waiting for the wedding to start. She glanced over at Patrick, and caught him watching her tenderly. She grinned and winked at him, bumping her shoulder against his. She slipped her hand into his, and felt a burst of love course through her when he lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

She lay her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, wanting to enjoy this moment before she watched her friend marry the woman he loved. Patrick pressed his lips against her hair, murmuring I love you. It was barely audible, but she heard him. She tilted her head up and snuck a quick kiss before laying her head on his shoulder again.

This day wasn't about her, but she couldn't help but begin to imagine her wedding day to Patrick. It would be simple yet elegant. It would be comfortable and real and they would be surrounded by their loved ones.

Helpless against the swell of memories, Sam thought back to her wedding to Jason. Now THAT was simplicity. It hadn't been her dream wedding, but it had been perfect. For her and for Jason. For them. Her heart ached at the remembered loss and she gasped a quick breath.

As if sensing her pain, Patrick placed an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. The ache in her heart eased. She'd never believed in love before Jason. He taught her what love was, to be accepted-truly accepted- and cherished. She'd never felt as safe or protected as she had with Jason. When he died, a piece of her died too. And it took a while but eventually, she began to piece her self back together. She accepted that she'd had her one great love, her soul mate. As much as it tore her apart, she knew she'd had a once in a lifetime love.

Then she met Silas and he helped her fully let go of Jason. They didn't have an epic love but he'd soothed her wounds and helped her heal. And she would always be grateful to him for that. Because she was able to find Patrick with a whole and healed heart. Sure, it had some scars, but his did too.

After all, that's what they bonded over at first, when their friendship began to deepen. And before she knew it, she had tumbled gently into love with Patrick Drake. Brilliant surgeon. Loyal friend. Incredible father. Passionate Lover. Adventure Buddy.

What they had was so different from what she'd shared with Jason, though no less passionate and real. She was older and wiser, and she liked to think she'd grown as a person over the years. Patrick understood her and loved her without reservation. They didn't always see things eye to eye, and probably never would. After all, she'd always have a bit of a devil-may-care attitude towards rules and propriety, while he was a moral, upstanding, pillar of the community. But he had a bad side. She'd brought it back out in him, she thought with a smirk.

He made her feel safe in a different way from Jason. Because she knew that nothing would ever be more important to him than her, Danny, and Emma. They were his priority. That kind of love and devotion is intoxicating. How could she help but be desperately in love with him? And so now she knew. Yes, Jason had been the love of her life. But one of them, not the only. Bec-

She was startled out of her reverie by the sounds of the church doors slamming open. She jerked around and stared at Jake and Carly. Carly looked disheveled and a bit worse for wear.

"Carly!" Sam cried out in alarm, rushing to her feet. She'd die before she'd admit it, but Carly was important to her and she wanted to be sure she was okay.

Elizabeth rushed past Sam's pew, and ignoring Carly, grabbed Jake's hands.

"Jake. Where were you? I've been so worried."

Jake had been staring at Sam, but jerked his gaze away and looked down at Elizabeth. The woman he wanted to marry, the woman her loved. But he was already married. To Sam. Sam, who stood beside her fiancee, Patrick. Sam who stood there, looking so beautiful it hurt to look at her.

"Jake?" Liz gripped his hands harder, fear coiling in her stomach. He was just staring at Sam.

His head snapped back towards her and he stared down at her.

"Uh, I know. I'm sorry. I had to find Carly. She was in a wreck."

Patrick stepped forward. "Carly, are you all right?"

Carly waved him off. "I'm okay, I'm okay. Look, I had to get here as fast as I could.

Sam was watching Carly. Something was up.

"Why? What's going on?"

Carly smiled at her. A real, genuine smile. Now Sam knew something was up.

"Something amazing."

Elizabeth forced a laugh. "Exactly. We're about to get married, and if the best woman says she's okay, then let's start the wedding. Could someone call Epiphany and have her bring back the boys?"

Jake shook his head quickly. "No, no. They shouldn't be here for this. They wouldn't understand."

Elizabeth paled. "What...what wouldn't they understand?"

Jake grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders gently.

"I found out who I am."

If possible, Elizabeth became even paler. She seemed to shudder, her eyes fluttering closed.

"No." She whispered.

Sam hurried towards him, stopping a few feet away, Patrick right behind her, a slight smile on his face.

"Oh my god. That's incredible. Wait, is that Spinelli's computer?

Carly nodded. Yes.

Sam threw her arms up, everything clicking for her. "Spinelli left me a message and he said he wasn't able to finish. He was on his way to Portland. I guess you're the one he gave it to."

Carly nodded again. "He ran into me in the hospital and, uh, he left his computer with me. The facial-recognition program was still running."

Elizabeth, eyes still closed, shook her head.

"I don't understand."

Jake cleared his throat. "Look, I-I never stopped investigating my identity, and Spinelli thought he found a way to, uh, find out who I am."

Elizabeth's eyes flew open and stared at Jake.

Sam: Okay. Well, if you know who you are, then we must have found a match. Who was it?

Carly smiled wide. "It was a face I recognized. You will too."

Sam smiled, genuinely happy for Jake.

"Ok, well, who is it? Jake, who are you?"

Sam smiled at him expectantly.

Jake's hands lost their grip on Elizabeth's. They fell to his sides as he turned towards Sam. He took a step towards her. Elizabeth tried to pull him back, but was out of her reach. Patrick's smile faded as he watched Jake approach Sam. The hairs on the back of his neck rose.

Jake stared down at Sam, whose smile started to waver as a look of confusion crossed over her face.

"Um...I'm Jason. Jason Morgan."