Summary: Jason is relived when Michael is released from Prison. He is less then pleased when he gets a new cellmate. But when he finds out his cellmate is a sixteen year old accused of murder, with a hit man on his tail, and a tragic past, Jason can't help but feel protective. Join Jason as he unravels his cellmates past, and finds a family along the way.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas for the OoC plot, the character Hayden Redding his family, and associates, as well as any and all errors in spelling and grammar. Any recognizable quotes belong to the General Hospital Soap Opera and their affiliates. In this story Michael was not raped, and Jason is Kind of OoC, he is a lot more vocal with his emotions.
Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse, Violence, Murder, Remembered Non-Con, Mild Bad language
Rating: M for Mentions of Child Abuse, Violence, Murder, remembered non-con, mentions of illegal drugs, and Mild Bad language
"Speaking"
'Personal thoughts'
From Cellmate to Son
"Michael, you're going home." Dante's words replayed over and over in his mind.
Jason Morgan sat on the small bottom bed of the standard issue prison bunk bed in his equally small prison cell. Outwardly, Jason Morgan was the picture of ease; the only sign of his turbulent emotions were his hands steepled, and pressed against his lips.
"Michael, you're going home." Jason was so relieved, he nearly cried, not something that Jason "Stone Cold" Morgan did on a regular bases.
"Michael, you're going home." But he really couldn't help it, relief swirled through him and all he could think about was that finally Michael safe. Michael, the boy he had taken care during his first months of life, the young man wrongfully sent to prison for saving the life of his mother and baby sister, his son for all intents and purposes, was home. He was safe away from this prison hell hole and home with his family, hopefully putting his stint in prison and subsequent beating behind him.
"Morgan!"
Jason mentally started, after all a physical show of surprise in his line of work could be taken as a weakness, something he could not afford to have. Jason couldn't believe that he had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't seen or heard the guard stopping in front of his cell. He really needed to get back on his game, just because he was in prison didn't mean he was safe. As Sonny Corinthos' enforcer he had just as many enemies in prison as he did on the streets.
Jason turned slightly on his bunk, careful not to hit his head, to face the guard. Jason noted that the guard currently at his cell door, was the same bulky, arrogant guard that had harassed Michael when he first arrived at Pentonville. It was then that he noticed the smaller figure partially hidden in the shadows.
'Great just what I need, a new cellmate' Jason thought.
"Morgan, meet your new cellmate." the guard said gruffly as he pulled the blanket and pillow ridden inmate further into the light.
Jason took a moment to examine his new cellmate. He was obviously young, he guessed late teens. The young man was rather short, Jason estimated him to be around 5'6, 5'7 at the most. The boy was lightly muscled, fit but not buff; he was tan but not overly so, with medium length wavy reddish brown hair, and eyes that reminded him of the dark caramel candies that Carly sometimes ate. All in all, Jason guessed he was a handsome young man, though he really didn't pay much attention to the way other guys looked, that was more Maxie's thing. He was more concerned about whether or not they were a threat.
The guard unlocked the cell, opened the door, and forcefully guided the young inmate into the inside and quickly closed the door with a deafening clang. The new inmate stood looking around the cell; he seemed to examine every detail of the small room, except for his cellmate. In fact, he seemed to go out of the way to avoid eye contact.
"Redding….Redding!" the guard snapped.
The young man turned around slowly, and defiantly walked over to the cell door, slipping his shackled hands through the slot for the guard to unlock. As the guard reached for the boy's hands, Jason noted the slight tensing of the young man's muscles, and the way his body ever so slightly leaned away from the guards advance. The new prisoner did not so much as flinch as the cuffs were roughly unlocked and removed, and Jason new for a fact that when handcuffs where removed like that, you were going to feel some stinging at the very least.
"Congratulations kid, you are now officially the youngest inmate in Pentonville, now that Mob Prince Corinthos has been released. But don't worry, you'll fit in just fine; especially with your cellmate. After all, you killers have to stick together." The guard smiled vindictively at the two inmates as he sauntered down the hall back towards his post.
After the guard was out of sight, Jason looked at his cellmate. The teen avoided looking at him, instead seeming to find the small desk extremely interesting. As Jason watched the boy pick up his bedding, he noticed a few details he had missed during his earlier inspection. The teen had a purpley-yellow bruise on the underside of his jaw, partially healed scratches on his arms, and the skin on the knuckles of his left hand had been busted open.
'Defensive and offensive wounds, he must have put up quite a fight.' thought Jason. For some reason, Jason was certain that the teen had not started the fight that left him bruised, battered, and possibly sent to Pentonville.
While Jason was lost in his musings, his cellmate had claimed the empty top bunk, made up the bed with the scratchy prison sheets and had proceeded to fall asleep. Or at least Jason thought he had fallen asleep. He could not tell whether or not he was really asleep because while his breathing was slow and even, the boy's body still seemed tense.
Jason stared at his cellmate for a moment longer, before lying down on his bunk one hand behind his head, staring at the mattress above him. As Jason started to dose off, he heard a quite tenor voice say,
"My name is Hayden, Mr. Morgan, and I know who you are and who you work for, but I am not a threat to you or yours despite what you might hear. Just thought you should know."
Jason stayed up late into the night pondering the teen's words, and decide that tomorrow he would need to find out more about his new cellmate.
