Author: Kelly (Emberdreamweaver) and Lia (LiasonGH2007)
Rating: PG13 (to be honest I haven't a clue LOL)

Disclaimer:
I own nothing related to or affiliated with Disney, ABC Daytime, or General Hospital. Characters are not mine; they are merely being borrowed.

AN:

So how much do you love me and Lia right now? Last Friday Lia and I were IM-ing each other (because what else is there to do?) and she mention how it was a shame no one did a St Patrick's Day Fic Challenge. And my muse being the evul bitch she is came up with this idea.

Don't spend too much time trying to figure it out. Personally Lia and I love the idea. We can't stop laughing. I know it's quirky but just go with it. Besides the show is angsty enough these days.

One Man's Gold

Chapter One

Jason tucked his silver glock 9mm deep in the waistline of his black cargo pants. The night was dark and brisk, the gentle scent of clovers danced near his nostrils as he leaned closer, examining his finding. A bright shining orb floated nearby, sprinkling rainbow bands of dust over the ground near his feet. He had heard it said, over the years – rainbows, they were always there. You just couldn't see them in the dark. Growing up in war-torn Ireland, his people had held onto their tales. Stories of leprechauns once caught now doomed to do the bidding of their masters for eternity danced through the halls of his memory, creating a stir in his chest while he moved forward just an inch, starting his turn out of the darkness.

Jason had spent years working for the warlord, Michael "Sonny" Corinthos. In those years, his stealth had been perfected and he'd even once slit a man's throat while his buddy dealt cards just across the table and then disappeared. Jason Morgan's legend grew throughout his village until the stories of him had morphed from all enforcer to part-hero part-martyr and he knew in his soul it was nothing he deserved. Jason carried his body with grace and levity, the subtle purposeful movement of a dancer paired with a demon's rage and an endless pool of self-loathing that left him remorseless and kept him company during the nights he spent cleaning his weapons and remembering days gone by… loves left behind… and a family he longed for with each breath in his chest.

Jason looked down as sudden tremors shook the ground beneath his feet. The piercing sound of coins rattling against each other filled his ears. Jason took a knee, crouching where he stood and pinched his ears as tightly as he could manage.

"Just where do you think you're going?!?" A shrill voice boomed down upon him. Jason felt the color drain from his face. Jason was a man generally untouchable. He'd tackled the largest, dirtiest, slipperiest opponents that Mother Ireland had birthed; and yet there he crouched, a shivering sack of man-bones all but ready to spring.
The orb grew brighter as the owner of the voice came close and Jason found himself staring down at a pair of shiny black shoes with bright gold buckles. Jason knew he was done for. Leprechauns were no man's fool… even the men who had caught them and branded them for life had wound up worse for the ware from trying to trick a leprechaun. Nay, it was true, leprechauns were the trickiest devils walking the Earth, and here Jason had gone and angered one. He swallowed hard, mustering all his bravado and looked up into the shimmery space.

Spinelli tapped his shoe, standing mere inches from where Jason knelt, "What are you, a man or a mouse?" He paced around Jason whose mouth hung agape. This was not the sight he'd expected. He'd expected the leprechaun to be short with red hair and a curly long beard. He'd expected green pants and a felt hat… but then maybe he was thinking of Robin Hood…he certainly hadn't expected a scrawny… well, geek with a pinched up face to be looking down at him as if he were stronger.

Jason felt a chuckle rise in his chest as he sized up his confronter, "Did you hear me, mortal?" Spinelli rapped his walking stick twice on Jason's back, antagonizing the intruder.

Before Spinelli knew it, Jason reached around and grabbed the end of Spinelli's walking stick, forcing the leprechaun down to his level. Spinelli breathed hard through his nostrils, trying in vain to hide his fear, but Jason saw through the mirage and knew…ultimate power was within his grasp.