Holy Crap!!!...We're Married!

**clarityfades** · **clarityfades** on Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:51 am

Holy Crap!!!...We're Married!

A/N: Another fic I had @ the SIN site...IDK if this one will EVER be finished. To be honest, I haven't worked on it since Ian died...but rereading it is giving me some possible ideas. & again, it's based on some of the rumors swirling around the 'net before Ian's demise. Please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Don't own characters or settings....blah.

Chapter 1

Sam strode through the night, trying to control her emotions. She'd ended up at the docks and decided to sit on the bench for a moment. She sighed. Why couldn't things be simple? But Sam knew the answer. She'd stupidly fallen for a cop, a con like her should've known better; cops are always the best liars.

Flashback:

"So, you're bailing on me again," Sam said.

"No, Sam," Lucky replied. "Liz needs my help with the boys, and you know they come first."

"Give me a break, Lucky." Sam sneered. "Liz has been on your dick like jock itch ever since she and Jason broke up for good."

"You know about that?" Lucky asked, surprised.

"Of course, I'm not stupid. I knew before Liz told you that they were still seeing each other." Sam said with a smirk. "You'd think Liz was the first woman Jason snuck around to be with; I recognize the signs."

"Liz just needs me to be a father, that's all, Sam," Lucky explained.

"And being a father requires you to spend ALL your free time with Elizabeth?" Sam scoffed.

"That's not what I'm doing," Lucky started.

"Save it, Lucky." Sam snapped. "You've been playing this game since the Haunted Star party, and, frankly, I'm sick of each new round."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Sam," Lucky demurred.

"Give me a fucking break, Lucky! You say you want to be with me, then spend all of your time with Elizabeth. And when I get upset, you always have an excuse." Sam shouted.

"I don't know what you want me to say," Lucky said hesitantly.

"You know what's funny, Lucky? Well, not so much funny as incredibly sad. I was talking to my mom, and she asked me if we were back together yet. We go back and forth so much, my own mother didn't know where we stood. Hell, I don't know where we stand right now." Sam complained.

"I love you, Sam. You, not Liz" Lucky said, entreatingly.

"Love isn't always enough, Lucky." Sam replied. "I learned that the hard way before, I'm not really looking forward to going through that again."

"It wouldn't be like that. We aren't like that," Lucky tried.

"Stop, Lucky," Sam pleaded. "Actions speak louder than words; and your actions tell me you're torn, you don't know who you want: me or Elizabeth. And I refuse to be second place to another woman again."

"What are you saying, Sam?" Lucky asked.

"I'm done, Lucky. We're over," Sam stated.

"We've both said that before and it never changed anything," Lucky said with confidence.

"This time it's for good. I'm serious, Lucky. I don't want to be with you, anymore." Sam's eyes filled with tears. "When the hurt outweighs the good, it's time to let go."

"And you think you can do that?" Lucky asked.

"I have to, Lucky. I'm sorry," she said. "I-I have to go." Sam gathered her belongings and left Lucky's home.

End Flashback

Sam knew she meant it this time. The off-again, on-again relationship that spent most of its time off...was done for good. She'd never return to Lucky, she could never trust to be first in his life.

Sam rose from the bench and wandered down the dock. As she turned the corner, she heard the sound of fighting from the nearby alley. Sam crept forward to the mouth of the alley. She didn't know why she was drawn to this particular fight, normally she'd shrug it off as none of her business and move on. But something inside her was telling her to investigate.

Sam moved deeper into the alley, careful to not make a sound. As she drew near the noise, she could see two men fighting though she couldn't identify them.

"You lying son of a bitch! You let me believe a lie! You let the whole town believe a lie. It was you all along," the first man exclaimed.

The man's voice was familiar to Sam but she couldn't place it.

"You have no proof," the second man said, just before catching a swift right hook to the jaw. He stumbled, then caught himself. "But you're right. I shot at Sonny and hit Michael, and you'll never be able to prove it," he continued with a laugh.

Sam realized she recognized the second voice as well. It was Trevor Lansing, Ric's father. And she'd placed the first man, Ian Devlin? But how was that possible? He was dead!

Ian decked Trevor again, and Trevor crashed to the ground. "You let me think I'd put a CHILD in a coma, you bastard!" Ian screamed. He stood over Trevor and kicked him in the stomach.

"You'll never prove I did it, Ian. And you'll never prove you didn't do it." Trevor said with a groan.

"Then you'll get your justice now," Ian replied. "Stand up like a man and face the consequences of your actions."

Trevor slowly rose, unsteady on his feet. He looked at Ian and lunged. Sam gasped, and stepped further into the alley. She saw a glint from the blade in Trevor's hand. But Ian saw it as well, and the men struggled for control over the knife. Suddenly, they jerked and froze. Trevor sank to the ground, Ian turned and saw Sam, blade still in hand.

"Hello Samantha," Ian said.

"H-How can this be? You're dead!" Sam exclaimed.

"It's a long story," Ian replied.

"I'll bet,"

"Do you really want to know?" Ian asked.

"Did Trevor really shoot Michael?" Sam shot back.

"Yes," Ian said.

"Then, yes," Sam replied. "I want to know."

"Really?" Ian asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah, let's go elsewhere, though," Sam said with a slight smile. "I think it's about time you told me about your 'complicated life'."

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**clarityfades** · **clarityfades** on Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:53 am

Disclaimer: Still don't own this stuff.

Chapter 2

Sam and Ian quietly made their way to his car, trying not to attract attention. Ian swiftly drove to Sam's apartment building and they headed inside. Sam unlocked her door, ushering Ian in, closed and locked it. She walked over to her desk and removed what she was looking for as Ian wandered around her apartment.

"So, Ian," Sam said, pulling back the hammer on her gun. "Why don't we talk?" The gun was pointed firmly at Ian's head.

"Whoa, easy, Sam!" Ian said, shocked. "What's with the gun?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? I said I believe you didn't shoot Michael, and I do." Sam started. "But that doesn't make you any less dangerous. You could be detrimental to my health."

"No, I could never hurt you, Samantha," Ian replied.

"Heard that before," Sam snapped.

"Said that before," Ian admitted.

"Why is it different this time?" Sam asked.

"Because Samantha, this time, I'm determined to do things right." Ian answered.

"You can start by telling me what the hell is going on," Sam demanded. "Starting with how you know Trevor was behind the hit."

"You don't want to know how I'm still alive?" Ian inquired.

"Not yet. Trevor may have shot Michael, but you thought you were culpable, which tells me I should just kill you right now." Sam responded. "Why would I care how you lived if I'm just going to kill you for good?"

"Samantha, you aren't going to kill me." Ian said confidently.

"How do you know that?" Sam asked.

"If you were going to, it would have happened already," Ian said.

"I am impulsive, but I'm not stupid." Sam snapped. "So start talking."

"I was in the warehouse that night, Sam. I was there to kill Sonny." Ian answered.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"That's not important," Ian sidestepped.

"It is to me," Sam said.

"Please, Sam. Just let me finish, I can't tell you why, not yet." Ian pleaded.

"Fine. Continue." Sam said with a sigh.

"I was about to fire when Sonny spotted the rifle. As he dove, I realized I missed my shot and was reaiming when I thought I heard a shot. My finger slipped and I fired." Ian admitted.

"There were two gunshots, then?" Sam asked in shock.

"Yes, it wasn't until later that I realized I had heard the extra shot; I thought I'd imagined it to ease my guilt." Ian replied. "I did some snooping, it was both easy and difficult since everyone thought I was dead."

"And what did you discover?" Sam asked.

"This," Ian said, pulling out a plastic baggie with a bullet inside from his pocket.

"Okay, and the significance is?" Sam asked.

"THIS is my bullet, from my gun." Ian said.

"Where did you find it?" Sam asked.

"In Sonny's warehouse, it had pierced one of his bags of coffee beans." Ian replied.

"Why didn't the police find it, then?" Sam asked.

"Because they weren't looking for it," Ian answered.

"Okay, so how did you discover it was Trevor who was guilty?" Sam asked.

"I can't tell you that yet, but as soon as I can I will, I swear." Ian said. "But you heard him confess, gleefully even."

Sam stared deep into Ian's eyes for a moment, then slowly lowered her gun. "Okay, what now?" she asked.

"Wait, what?" Ian asked confused.

"I believe you, so what are we going to do about it?" Sam asked.

"You're willing to help me?" Ian asked in surprise.

"Yes, but it's not just for you. Michael deserves justice as well. Vengeance has been served, but if you go to jail for Michael's shooting, or Trevor's murder, it'll be an injustice." Sam said with conviction.

"You've been hanging out with your mother since I've been gone, haven't you?" Ian teased.

"Shut up!" Sam said with a laugh. "I'm serious. I won't say anything about Trevor, he deserved what he got. So, you should be okay there."

Ian's phone rang.

"Who could that be?" Sam asked.

"One of the few people who know I'm still alive," Ian replied, checking the caller ID. "I have to take this." Ian walked a few paces away while he answered his phone. Sam couldn't hear what was being said, but Ian wasn't talking much.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know. I'll contact you when we figure it out. Bye." Ian ended his phone call. And looked at Sam.

"We have a big problem." he said.

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**clarityfades** · **clarityfades** on Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:54 am

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Chapter 3

"What's wrong now?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"That was my contact at the PCPD; someone else heard the scuffle in the alley and called the cops." Ian said, frustrated. "The cops are crawling all over the place, and canvassing door-to-door."

"Damnit! You need to ditch the knife." Sam said.

"I know, we need to get out of here. What if someone saw us?" Ian replied.

"First, you need to answer my questions." Sam said.

"We don't have time for this, if we were seen, we're gonna be questioned." Ian argued. "And we need an alibi."

Sam smirked. "The alibi is easy, as is a place to hide out for a few hours, but when we get there, I expect some real answers." she said.

"Fine, where are we going?" Ian asked.

"Jake's. Just let me pack a few things, and we can figure out where to go from there." Sam replied.

"Sounds good." Ian said. Sam quickly packed, grabbed some emergency cash, and the two headed for Jake's.

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When they arrived at Jake's, Sam instructed Ian to use the back entrance, while she headed in the front. Ian used the opportunity to wipe his fingerprints off the knife and throw it off the dock. He crept up the back stairs and waited for Sam.

Sam entered Jake's and looked around, happy to see it empty. She made a beeline for the bar, and Coleman standing behind it.

"I need a room for a few hours," Sam stated.

"Ooh, honey, is that an invitation?" Coleman asked.

"No, moron. Just give the room, and keep your mouth shut about it," Sam said.

"You're in a quite a mood today," Coleman replied.

"I could be in a generous mood if you can keep quiet better than you are right now," Sam offered.

"How generous?" Coleman inquired.

Sam pulled out a fat wad of bills and held it up. "This generous," she said.

"Something tells me not to take that," Coleman said cautiously. "This isn't gonna get me in trouble with the big man, is it?"

"Nope, I'm not worried about the mob finding me. Just the cops; do we have a deal?" she asked.

Coleman held up the key to Room 3. "Deal," he said.

Sam snatched the key out of Coleman's hand and left the money on the bar. "Thanks," she said and walked upstairs.

As she neared the room, she saw Ian's head peek from around the corner.

"All clear," she whispered. He quietly made his way to her and they slipped into the room. Ian sat on the bed while Sam closed and locked the door. She walked over to him.

"Talk." she ordered.

"What do you want to know?" Ian asked.

"How is it you're still alive?" Sam wondered. "Your body turned up dead."

"It wasn't me who was shot," Ian replied.

"How can that be?" Sam asked.

"Bear with me." Ian started. "I had a patient several years ago, when I was an intern, who had cancer. I was working towards plastic surgery, but as an intern, you're exposed to a variety of cases. This patient of mine had tried all the traditional methods and nothing worked; he was a doctor himself and it touched me, so I found myself spending hours pouring over medical journals to find something that could help. And I did. I found a place for him in an experimental trial, and it worked. He was in remission for three years."

"At the time, I was finishing my residency, ready to move into the world of plastic surgery. But the two of us kept in touch, he even gave me advice on my career path. He became like a mentor to me. So, when his cancer came back, I was one of the first people who knew. This time, almost nothing worked. Until I found an experimental drug, not approved in the U.S., undergoing trials in Finland. I helped him get into the program, and to Finland, and again, his cancer went into remission. But it wouldn't last forever. Two years ago, the cancer came back, worse than before." Ian said.

"By this time, I had switched specialties from plastic surgery to oncology, in part, because of my mentor. But specializing in his illness didn't help him. The cancer spread so fast, there was nothing we could do. He went back to his family, said his goodbyes, and spent six months doing all the things he'd always wanted to do. Then, he came to me and said he was ready to die. He didn't want to die in pain, or in a hospital."

"Did he want you to help him die?" Sam asked gently.

"Not in the way you think," Ian said. "He always knew I straddled the line as far as the law went, and he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. So, he told me, if I ever needed something, to give him a call. He's actually the one who came up with the idea."

"What idea?" Sam asked.

"That I perform plastic surgery on him, to make him look like me." Ian answered, honestly. "We have the same build, and he's only a half an inch taller than me; we also have the same color eyes. The idea was that if things got too hot for me, he'd take my place; so if 'I' ended up dead, the real Ian would still be around. And he wouldn't die a horrible, slow death."

"Wow." Sam said, looking into Ian's eyes. "So, he took your place?"

"Yeah, I was never in Canada where Jason found 'Ian'. It was always my double, he took over from Canada on." Ian replied.

"I believe you," Sam said. "God help me, but I believe you."

"So what now?" Ian asked

They heard someone knock on the door.

"Quick!" Sam whispered. "Hide in the closet."

Sam walked slowly to the door. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Coleman, open up, Sam." Coleman said.

Sam opened the door. Coleman stood on the other side.

"We need to talk," he said.

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**clarityfades** · **clarityfades** on Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:55 am

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting, someone with a lot more money than me does.

Chapter 4

"What the problem?" Sam snapped.

"Wouldn't you rather do this inside?" Coleman asked.

"No, but come in, anyway," Sam replied. She shut the door behind him. "Now, what's up?"

"The cops were just here," Coleman told Sam.

"And what did you tell them?" Sam asked.

"I told them I hadn't seen you. They also wanted me to let them know if I saw you, especially in the company of a gentleman; you both are wanted for questioning." Coleman stated.

"Well, keep your mouth shut, and no one will have to deal with the cops." Sam said. "Was that all?"

"Yeah, what kind of trouble are you in, sweet cheeks?" Coleman inquired.

"None of your damn business," Sam replied. "I need to think, which means you need to leave."

"How much longer do you need the room?" he asked.

"You'll know when I give you back the key," Sam said. "Quit asking so many questions, and get the hell out of here."

"Fine, fine, I'm going," Coleman said as he opened the door and exited.

Sam waited a moment.

"You can come out now," she said. Ian opened the closet door and stepped out.

"So, what now?" Ian asked.

"Now, we figure out what the cops know, then go from there." Sam answered.

"Are you really all that worried about the police?" Ian wanted to know.

"No, the cops in this town are kind of useless," Sam replied.

"Lucky not treating you right?" Ian said. "I could've told you that was going to happen."

"Lucky and I are over. It just took a while for me to admit it." Sam said.

"Really?" Ian inquired.

"Yes, really. We don't have time for this, we need to figure out what to do next," Sam urged.

"I'll give my contact a call, give me a minute." Ian said, taking his phone out of his pocket and dialing. He spoke with his contact for a few minutes, then turned to Sam. "Coleman wasn't kidding."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Someone saw us, or more specifically, you with an unknown man. A witness saw us get in my car and drive away." Ian answered.

"Shit!" Sam exclaimed. "And you ran that red light, too!"

"What's that got to do with anything?" Ian asked.

"You've spent too much time abroad, Ian. We have cameras now that automatically take a picture of you when you run a red light. You get your ticket in the mail." she explained.

"Well, that just screws us!" Ian said in frustration. "We need to get out of here."

"We need a plan, that's what we need." Sam said.

"If we get caught wasting time here, it'll be all over for me." Ian said worriedly. "It won't be difficult for even the PCPD to put everything together."

"We won't get caught. I think I have a plan, starting with an alibi for you." Sam replied.

"What is it?" Ian said.

"Well, how do you feel about Vegas?" she asked.

"Gambling isn't really on my agenda right now, and it'd be too easy to track us to Vegas, Sam." Ian replied.

"No, you idiot. There will be gambling, but it's to set up our alibis." Sam retorted.

"Explain."

"We need an excuse to be together from the time we were seen on. I just had another fight with Lucky, breaking us up; so, it's comprehensible that we met up at the docks, since that's where I was." Sam started.

"Okay, that makes sense. But how does that help me? I could still have killed Trevor before we met." Ian said.

"They'll never know. We went to my place after the docks, nothing about that is a lie. We tell them we had a few drinks, hooked up, and decided to forget our worries by continuing the party in Vegas." Sam finished.

"That makes no sense," Ian said.

"You'd be surprised how many people would believe that story. I'm known for lashing out and trying to self-destruct when things go wrong in my life." Sam admitted. "It's what people expect from me, so we'll just give it to them."

"Why Vegas?" Ian asked.

"Because it won't take them long to track us, but going to Las Vegas will slow them down a little. And we're not in town to know that the cops are looking for us. Perfect excuse." Sam said.

"Is that really the only reason?" Ian asked.

"No. If your contact at the PCPD continues to have bad news, being in Vegas could be very helpful." Sam said.

"I don't understand." Ian said.

"I'm the only one who can testify against you for Trevor's murder." Sam explained. "If the PCPD find additional information, they can subpeona me for a trial. If we're in Vegas, we can get married, and I can't testify against you."

"You'd really do that for me?" Ian asked, surprised.

"I told you I believe you. That wasn't a lie. And if it takes marrying you to keep you out of prison while we prove your innocence, then, that's what I'll do." Sam said.

"Okay, I believe you now." Ian said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Remember back in my 'dive'?" Ian asked. "You told me I was wrong about you. And I was."

"In the interest in fairness, you were partially right." Sam admitted. "I was there for information about Michael's shooting; but, I was also there because you fascinated me. And I didn't want to see you get hurt by Jason if you weren't involved. I was hoping to leave there with nothing that said you were Michael's shooter. Instead, I left more confused than when I arrived."

"I almost kept you there that night, despite knowing why you were there." Ian said honestly.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Part of me wanted to see how far you'd go, and part of me wanted to see how far I could take you," Ian said with a smirk.

"If you could've proven you didn't shoot Michael, pretty far." Sam admitted.

"Do you mean that?" Ian wanted to know.

"Yes, actually. At the time, I was in another 'are we-aren't we together' loop with Lucky, and growing increasingly frustrated by it." Sam said.

"Well, well, Samantha," Ian said with a wicked grin. "We have a bed, two consenting adults, what are we waiting for?"

"How about getting away from the police before you try to get fresh with me," Sam answered.

"Good idea. I still have one question. Isn't your mother the DA?" Ian asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes." Sam replied.

"Then, how do you know she won't get judicial on us if it's necessary for us to marry?" Ian asked.

"I'm an adult, Ian. My mother doesn't run my life. Besides, she knows all about my problems with Lucky, as well as my impetuous side, so this would not shock her at all." Sam answered. "It may surprise her for a moment, but it won't phase her for long. She knows me well enough to know there's always a reason for what I do. Anyways, we have a bigger problem."

"Oh God, what now?" Ian asked with a groan.

"How can we marry when you're legally dead?" she asked.

"That's easy, I'm not legally dead anymore." Ian said. "I knew no one would look twice at me once I was dead; they'd just be trying to connect me with anyone else who might be involved. So, I went to smaller city, and had everything reinstated. No one would believe it was really me, they'd just assume it was someone trying to pull off identity theft."

"Ok, we need to get out of here," Sam said. "Go out the back again, and I'll meet you by the car after I deal with Coleman."

"Yes, ma'am!" Ian snarked.

"Just go. We need to get to Las Vegas as soon as possible." Sam replied.

The twosome left the room; Ian heading left to the back stairs, Sam to the right, towards the bar. As she approached the main room, she sidled up to the wall, taking a quick peek around the corner. She walked over to Coleman after seeing that no one was around. She tossed the key on the bar.

"I'm done. And now, I'm gone," Sam stated. "And I'd better not hear that the cops have been talking to you, Coleman. I'll be very disappointed in you."

"My lips are sealed," Coleman promised.

"They'd better be," Sam replied. "Remember, I was never here."

"I haven't seen Sam in weeks, Officer," Coleman said.

"Perfect! See you around," she said.

Sam walked behind Jake's and entered Ian's car. "Let's get the hell out of here," she said, fastening her seatbelt.

"Let's do this," Ian said as he started the car and drove off into the night.

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**clarityfades** · **clarityfades** on Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:57 am

Disclaimer: Still don't own characters or setting.

Chapter 5

The pair hurried through the airport. They both knew that making their flight was crucial to their plans. After the usual torture of security, they breathed a sigh of relief as they waited by their gate.

"Almost there," Ian murmured.

"Be cool." Sam responded. "The last thing we need is to blow it at this stage."

"You're right, Samantha." Ian said. "We do need some extra plans though, like a place to stay."

"We're being 'spontaneous', we shouldn't make any arrangements until we reach Las Vegas." Sam suggested.

"Ok, but once we hit the air, I'm finding us something decent." Ian insisted.

"Fine by me," Sam said. "The last thing I need to do is stay in Vegas' version of Jake's."

Ian laughed. "As much as I depended on my 'dive', some amenities do sound nice," he replied.

They heard the flight attendant make the first boarding call and stood, ready to board the plane. Luckily, there weren't too many people on the flight and boarding took no time at all. Twenty minutes after Sam and Ian got on the plane, it was taxiing on its way to Las Vegas. The two made small talk on the plane, knowing that despite the lack of people, talking about their plans could be detrimental.

Sam and Ian landed in Vegas and headed straight for their hotel.

"Ooh, the Bellagio," Sam said, whistling.

"I wanted something classy, but unexpected," Ian replied.

"Mission accomplished!" Sam exclaimed. The two headed inside and checked in; Sam wasn't surprised to find that Ian had booked only one room. As the pair entered the room, Sam called dibs on the bed.

"What? You don't want to share with me, Sam?" Ian asked, feigning hurt.

"When you prove you deserve to be in my bed, you may get a place there; until then, you get the couch." Sam replied.

"So, how do I prove I'm worthy?" Ian asked.

"You can start by telling me about this evidence you have against Trevor," Sam answered.

"You want the long or short version?" Ian inquired.

"Short. If we want to make this story work, we need to get to the tables," Sam said.

"Okay, short version. I looked at Trevor's statement to the police, and the statements of others, and noticed a few discrepancies. I found those discrepancies, combined with odd transactions in his financial records, pointed to Trevor's circumstantial involvement. Also, the man who shot Michael left behind evidence that the police didn't collect." Ian explained.

"So, the evidence against Trevor is completely circumstantial?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Yes, that's why we were in that alley tonight. I'd exhausted all avenues trying to get solid proof on Trevor, but I came up empty-handed." Ian continued to explain. "So, when I saw him, I just lost it. And you heard him, he confessed!"

"I know, Ian. Too bad my reputation proceeds me in Port Charles." Sam said. "No one would believe me if I told them Trevor shot Michael."

"What's this going to mean for you, Samantha?" Ian asked.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"How are all the people going to respond to us coming back married, if it's necessary, that is." Ian wanted to know.

"They are going to hate me, probably. Jason doesn't want to admit it, but he had second thoughts right after he killed 'you'." Sam admitted. "I could see in his face that he had unanswered questions about the hit on Sonny. But he never pursued them, never cared to be sure he had the right guy; all Jason wanted was for someone, anyone, to pay."

"Will this actually work Sam?" Ian asked.

"Yes. It's common knowledge now that 'you' shot Michael. But, since DNA will prove that the man killed was NOT you, you'll be able to claim that you were never there." Sam explained. "Besides, I'm more concerned about you going to jail over worthless scum like Trevor."

"I really don't think we'll have anything to worry about," Ian said assuredly. "Why don't we try to enjoy ourselves for a couple hours? We can gamble while we wait to hear from my contact at the PCPD."

"Sounds good to me," Sam replied. "Just let me freshen up. Then you can feed me too."

"A little hungry, dear?" Ian teased.

"I hate airplane food," Sam grumbled and went into the bathroom, closing the door.

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Ian and Sam made their way to a blackjack table. Neither one wanted to get caught up in a larger game in case Ian's contact called. They'd been playing for about two hours when Ian received the call. They both excused themselves and went outside.

Ian spoke for a few minutes on the phone, then hung up.

"What's the story?" Sam inquired.

"Mrs. Samantha Devlin...guess you'd better get used to that," Ian replied.

"Not so good news?" Sam asked again.

"Definitely bad news. Harper said they know it was me who was with you." Ian stated.

"What? How? Harper?" Sam asked.

"One of the women canvassed was someone I treated at General Hospital. She had no trouble identifying the man she saw with the "Everyday Hero" star." Ian explained. "And Harper and I went to the same college for our bachelor's degrees."

"Crap on a stick!" Sam exclaimed.

"That's one way of putting it. What do you want to do now?" Ian asked.

"Now, we throw ourselves a wedding," Sam replied.

"Don't we just need to find a chapel and an Elvis impersonator?" Ian asked.

"No. We also need rings, some flowers, and I need to change." Sam informed him.

"Why would we go to so much trouble?" Ian inquired.

"One, it's not that much trouble when you consider what goes into a planned wedding. And, two, this way it looks spur of the moment without looking like we're doing it to avoid criminal charges." Sam explained.

"Sounds good to me. Glad I have a tie in my carry-on," Ian joked.

The two hurried back to their room and changed, calling the front desk for a cab before heading out into the night.

Ian helped Sam into the taxi. "Where to?" the cabbie asked.

"Nearest chapel," Ian replied. The taxi zoomed off, driving only three blocks before pulling over. Ian paid the small fare, helped Sam out of the car, and the couple went inside.

They purchased rings to wear and flowers to hold when they paid their $200 fee. Twenty minutes later, it was their turn. Ten minutes after that, they were married. Sam looked up at Ian, she had never dreamt she'd marry him out of all her conquests. Ian bent down and gave Sam a light kiss on the lips. The organist threw some rice, and Sam laughed.

"Let's get out of here," Sam said, shaking her head, trying to get the rice out.

"Yes, wife," Ian teased as they exited the chapel.

"Uh-huh, good luck!" said the Elvis impersonator.

Sam and Ian headed back to their hotel. They ordered champagne at the front desk, asking for delivery to their room.

Ian swept Sam in his arms as she approached the door.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked.

"Carrying you over the threshhold, of course." Ian responded. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you think this is going to be a wedding night in more ways than one," Sam said with a smirk as Ian carried her inside.

"And what if I do?" Ian asked, setting her down.

"Play your cards right and your dreams just may come true!" she said, shooting a grin over her shoulder at Ian as she walked to the bar.

"Really?" Ian asked, intrigued.

"You never know," Sam answered with a small smile.

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Chapter 6

Ian walked over to Sam as she poured him a drink. "So, about that chance?" he prodded.

"Don't you think we should be worried about the progress in the case?" Sam responded.

"There isn't anything we can do right now, Samantha." Ian replied. "I thought we could talk about something more interesting. Besides, I think our bases are covered.

The phone rang. Sam walked over to the table and answered it. She spoke for a few minutes and hung up. She turned to Ian with a strange look on her face.

"What's wrong? Have they found us already?" Ian asked, slightly alarmed.

"No, nothing like that," Sam replied. "That was the management, since we're the only newlyweds at the Bellagio, they've upgraded our room to the honeymoon suite."

"I hope you accepted!" Ian exclaimed.

"Of course I did, it has a jacuzzi," Sam said with a smirk.

"When do we go up there?" Ian asked.

"Actually, we just have to go down to the lobby and get our keys, the bellhops will handle our luggage." Sam explained. "And our champagne will be waiting when we arrive."

Ian finished his drink in one swallow. "Shall we?" he asked, holding his arm out to Sam.

"We shall," Sam said, looping her arm in his.

The pair rode the elevator to the lobby and picked up their keys to the suite. As they walked back to the elevator, Ian's phone rang.

"Hello?" Ian said. He listened intently, then, "Ditch your phone and I'll do the same. Thanks for everything, buddy, I'll see you soon."

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"Let's get to our room and I'll explain," Ian said. He quickly walked to a trashcan, wiped his fingerprints off the disposable cell phone and threw it in the trash. Sam and Ian boarded the elevator and swiftly made their way to the honeymoon suite.

Once inside, Ian locked the door, and bolted it as well. Sam looked around and, seeing their bags on the bed, and the champagne bottle chilling in it's bucket, relaxed. She knew there wouldn't be any interruptions and she could get her questions answered.

"You ready to talk?" Sam asked, turning back to Ian. "You can start with who you were talking to and why you ditched your cell phone."

"It was Harper, the PCPD know we're here." Ian answered. "So I told Harper to ditch the cell and I'd do the same, so the police didn't discover our connection."

"Okay," said Sam. "What do you want to do now?"

"Well, that's a loaded question," Ian teased.

"You know what I mean," Sam replied.

"We can't do anything until we're back in Port Charles. That's where any evidence is going to be." Ian said. "And the police won't get a warrant until morning most likely. So we should be okay there."

"You're right." Sam said. "Just make sure you keep your mouth shut when they do arrest us."

"I won't talk to anyone but you or our attorney," Ian promised. "And I promise not to give anything away. I think this is actually going to work." Ian walked over to the champagne. "Care to celebrate?" he asked.

"I'm in." Sam said, joining Ian. They toasted each other and talked for a bit. Sam discovered Ian shared her love for pool and pickles. And Ian was surprised to find out Sam was adopted just like him. Ian decided it was time to find out the answer to his most important question.

"Sam?" Ian said, hesitantly. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"I was hoping you would," Sam said flirtatiously, hoping he'd remember.

Ian paused, 'Could she be teasing me about our last "close encounter"? Could this be what I want?" Ian decided to test the waters. He scooted closer to Sam on the bed, they'd moved to sit there for the comfort factor.

"So, you are truly done with Lucky?" he asked, stroking her arm.

"I married you, didn't I?" Sam teased.

"Samantha, don't play with me," Ian replied. "I need to know."

"I was done with Lucky before I saw you tonight," Sam admitted. "I've accepted that Lucky and I are over, for good."

Ian turned to fully face Sam. "And are you willing to do what's necessary to prove to the world that this marriage is real?"

"I can fake the PDA with the best of them. You should've been in town awhile ago, when I was pretending to date Spinelli!" Sam said with a laugh.

"What?!?" Ian exclaimed.

"Yeah, he needed to make a girl jealous, a good friend of mine, actually," Sam admitted. "It was so much fun!"

"But would you limit yourself to just public displays?" Ian asked.

"Well, I did with Spinelli, if that's what you're asking," Sam snapped.

"Actually, I was thinking of your husband," Ian said, honestly.

"Oh! Well, I don't know," Sam teased. "I haven't received many affectionate displays to be able to judge properly."

"Let me rectify that," Ian said, and kissed Sam. His lips moved firmly, yet gently against hers. Sam responded, wrapping her arms around Ian and deepening the kiss.

Ian slid Sam beneath him, breaking the kiss, and framed her face in his hands. He looked at Sam a moment before diving for her lips once again. Sam's hands stroked Ian's back as her leg stroked his. They kissed for a moment until Ian began trailing kisses across her cheek and up to her ear. He nibbled on it a moment, smirking when he heard Sam gasp.

Ian kissed down Sam's neck as his hand found a full breast. He gave it a gentle squeeze before gently rubbing her nipple. Sam moaned and grabbed Ian's head, pulling him up for a deep kiss. Ian began alternately flicking and gently twisting Sam's nipple through her shirt. Her legs moved restlessly. Sam became the agressor, pushing Ian to his back and unbuttoning his shirt. Ian sat up long enough to remove his shirt and the t-shirt underneath. Sam ran her hands up and down Ian's chest, taking care to gently scratch Ian's nipples with her fingernails as she passed.

Ian groaned, so Sam did it again. She scooted back and kissed his navel. She planted kisses from his navel up his chest and neck up to his ear. Sam gave it a nip.

"Sam," Ian groaned.

"Yes, Ian?" Sam inquired, teasingly. She flicked one nipple and ducked her head down to give the other a lick.

"You're playing with fire," Ian warned.

Sam smirked up at him. Before he could react, she swiftly unbuckled his pants, reached inside, and circled the head of his penis with one finger. She looked into Ian's eyes.

"Maybe I want to get burned," she said.

Ian grabbed her hands and rolled Sam onto her back. He swiftly stripped them both of their clothes, and moved over Sam, kissing her. Ian broke the kiss and lowered his head, sucking gently on her nipple.

"Mmm, Ian," Sam moaned.

Ian parted Sam's legs, trailing one hand slowly up one thigh. His mouth found her other nipple, alternately licking and sucking it. Ian's hand ghosted over Sam's sex; he could feel the heat. Ian slowly dipped a finger into Sam's wetness, she was more than ready. But Ian wanted to tease her. He thrust up into her repeatedly, curling his fingers to hit the spongy area in the back.

"Oh, oh!" Sam panted as she felt herself near the edge.

Suddenly, Ian withdrew his finger. "Not yet," he smirked. Ian waited for Sam's body to calm, then began again. He thrust two fingers inside her in steady rhythm, Sam's hips following. Just as she was about to come, Ian withdrew his fingers again.

"I'm going to kill you!" Sam exclaimed, frustrated..

"No, you won't," Ian replied, positioning himself at her opening. He thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. Sam screamed. "You want more?" Ian asked, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside.

"No teasing, Ian," Sam pleaded.

"Since it's your wedding night, too," Ian acquiesced, and thrust deeply again and again. He groaned, she felt so good. Ian thrust faster and faster, Sam's cries egging him on. Finally, he felt her tighten around him as she screamed his name. Ian orgasmed and collapsed atop Sam. The two fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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Sam awoke the next morning feeling pressure on her chest. She looked down to see a man's arm resting across her breasts. Sam carefully removed the man's arm and gave a stretch; the light glinted off of something. She looked at her hand, gasped, and looked at the man in bed with her. As soon as she saw Ian Devlin, everything came rushing back. Sam bolted upright in bed.

"Holy crap! We're married!" she exclaimed.

"I know we are, can't we be married and asleep for another hour?" Ian's sleepy voice came from beside her.

Sam laughed. "Sorry," she apologized. "Why don't you go back to sleep?"

"Too late, I'm awake," Ian admitted.

"You want something to eat?" Sam asked. "I'll call it in after I use the bathroom."

"Sure, why don't I order while you're in there, just something light," Ian suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Sam said, disappearing behind the bathroom door.

A few minutes later, she exited. "All yours," she said.

Ian quickly used the facilities. As he left the bathroom, he let Sam know that the food would arrive in twenty minutes.

"What could we do until then?" Sam asked coyly.

Ian rushed over to her, picking her up and putting her over his shoulder. He dumped Sam on the bed and quickly followed.

Ian kissed Sam passionately, removing the robe she'd donned while in the bathroom. He quickly stripped off his own and rejoined Sam on the bed. Ian was kissing Sam's neck when the front door was busted open.

"Freeze! Police!"

Ian and Sam looked up to see Detectives Spencer, Cruz and Harper at their door with uniformed officers. The lovers scrambled to cover themselves with the covers while keeping their hands out. Lucky looked at Sam, obviously angry. Sam looked back at him, unashamed.

"Samantha McCall, Ian Devlin, you're under arrest for suspicion of murder," Lucky said, glaring at the couple. When the pair didn't move, Lucky continued.

"We don't have all day."

"Gee, Detective. Do you think we could get dressed first?" Sam snarked.

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