Mama's Boy

a Logan Hayes General Hospital fan-fiction

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are the property of the ABC/Disney corporation

Chapter One: Where's my son?

The beautiful brunette stepped out of the taxi at the doorway to the MetroCourt. The air was crisper than her native Texas and she held her coat closed at her chin as the driver lifted her suitcase out of the trunk. She handed him the fare plus a healthy tip and he flashed her a broad smile. "Thank you, ma'am, enjoy your stay in Port Charles."

She grabbed the handle of the suitcase and wheeled it inside as the doorman opened the door. Approaching the front desk, she smiled and said, in her thick Texas accent, "hi, reservation for Jacqueline Hayes, please."

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Scott Baldwin sat at Logan's bedside and willed him to wake up. "Come on, kid," he urged, "you're milked this long enough. If you're not the text message killer, wake up and defend yourself."

Lulu Spencer walked in at that moment and Scott wheeled around. "Get out," he ordered. "You have no business being here, Lulu."

"I just want to see how he is," Lulu sniffed.

"Oh! You want to see how he is, do ya?" Scott scoffed. "Well, come on in, Lulu, see for yourself. As you can see, he's got a bandage around his head because Patrick Drake had to drill a hole in his head after YOU HIT HIM! How do you think he is?"

Lulu burst into tears. "I didn't mean to hurt him!" she cried. "He was freaking out and I was scared!"

"Just get out, Lulu," Scott told her, turning away. "Don't bother coming back."

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Jacqueline was on a mission. She had to find her son. She hadn't heard from him in little over a week and since he always called on Sundays, she was growing increasingly worried. She had tried his cell phone repeatedly but it always went straight to voicemail.

As she stepped off the elevator at the lobby, she paused briefly to collect her thoughts. She didn't know her way around Port Charles so she tried to think of where she could go for assistance. She thought the police station might be the first logical step since her son, who was not really such a bad kid, had been known to find himself in many predicaments in his youth. It was his temper that got him in trouble a lot, she surmised, a trait he had probably gotten from his father.

She asked for directions to the police station and a few other hangouts that she thought her son would or might frequent. A place called "Kelly's Diner" was popular with the young folks, the doorman had said, as well as "Corinthos/Morgan Coffee Warehouse". Why any kid would want to hang out at a warehouse was beyond her, but she had long ago stopped knowing what was in the mind of young adults. She sometimes wondered how she had managed to raise a teenage boy all on her own.

She decided to try the diner first because it was the less innocuous choice. What trouble could her son get into there, she wondered. Instead of grabbing another taxi, which might have become a bit expensive, she decided to walk. Buttoning her coat up to her chin, she headed in the direction of the waterfront.

When she arrived at Kelly's, she saw through the window a packed house. There were a number of young people inside but she didn't see her son but went inside to ask if anyone knew him. As it turned out, most of the crowd were high school students and since her son was in his early twenties, they couldn't help her.

When she left the diner, she decided to head to the police station. Even if he hadn't gotten into trouble, she hoped the police could help her locate his home address.

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Scott walked out of Logan's room. There was a police officer posted outside the door. So much for innocent until proven guilty, he scoffed. Walking toward the elevator, he spotted Mac Scorpio walking off. "Mac, wait up," he called out.

"What is it, Scott?" Mac answered wearily, already guessing what the man wanted.

"Why is there a guard dog outside my son's door?" Scott asked. "Where do you think he's going to go? He's got a hole in the side of his head."

"Police procedure, Scott, you know that," Mac answered. "Logan is a suspect in the text message killings, one of the victims happening to be my daughter."

"Listen, I know what you're going through, Mac," Scott told him, "I lost a daughter too but that doesn't give you the right to railroad my son."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Scott," Mac started, "but didn't you tell everyone that you suspected your son of being the killer yourself? How can you stand there and accuse me of railroading him?"

"Because that's all it was, suspicions! I had no proof! That's what the police are for!" Scott ranted. "You're supposed to find the proof! Instead you're basing your whole case on what that computer geek Spinelli found out while hacking in to confidential files!"

Spinelli was sitting in the lounge waiting with Maxie for word on Logan. At the mention of his name, his head shot up. He turned toward the police commissioner and the father of the unworthy one.

"Don't pay any attention to them, Spinelli," Maxie told him. "You did a good thing by proving Coop was innocent."

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Jacqueline arrived at the police station. It was bustling with activity but she approached the sergeant's desk. "I'm looking for my son," she started, "he lives in Port Charles now but I haven't heard from him in about a week and I'm worried. He never fails to check in with me."

The sergeant looked over his spectacles at her. "How old is he, ma'am?" he asked.

"Twenty-three."

He frowned at her. "Don't you think he's old enough to take care of himself?"

"I'm sure he is, officer," she answered through gritted teeth. "But, like I said, he always stays in contact with me. That is, until the past week, so that's why I'm worried. Can you please help me?"

The man, who was a sucker for a good-looking broad, sighed and reached for the keyboard to the computer. "We have a database that is linked to the hospitals so if he's been admitted or arrested, he'll be in here. What's your son's name?"

"Logan Hayes."

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After his confrontation with Scott, Mac went to Patrick Drake's office to get an update on Logan's condition.

"He had a cerebral hemotoma, bleeding on the brain," Patrick told him, in as clear terms as he could. "We went in to relieve pressure and now we're waiting for him to wake up."

"When do you think that will be?"

Patrick blew out a sigh. "I wish I could tell you," he said, simply.

"Why not?" Mac asked, frustrated.

"Because we don't know, Mac," Patrick insisted. "It's a waiting game now. The longer he stays as he is, the greater the risk that he'll fall into a coma. If that happens, we don't know when, or if, he will ever wake up."

"You mean, there's a chance he might not?"

"There's always that chance, yeah."

Mac left the office and went down to Logan's room. Nodding at the guard, he let himself in. As he stood over the bed, he wondered aloud, "did my daughter see you before you killed her? Or did you grab her from behind like some coward?"

Before too long, Mac decided to leave since he was clearly in no shape to be standing over the bed of his daughter's supposed killer.

As he was leaving the hospital, his cell phone chirped. Seeing it was from Detective Harper, Mac flipped open the phone. "Yeah, what do you got?"

"Commissioner, I think you need to come back to the station," Harper began, there's someone here you have to meet."

Mac sighed. "I'll be right there."

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Jacqueline nervously paced the office of the commissioner. She didn't know why she had been brought to the office, but she sure as hell didn't like it. She had to find Logan.

She glanced around the room at the pictures and plaques on the wall. She stopped at one picture showing two teenage girls, one of whom was in a graduation cap and gown, smiling broadly next to a man she supposed was their father. Presumably, the man in whose office she was currently sequestered.

As she looked at the pictures, the door opened and man from the pictures walked in.

"Hello, I'm Mac Scorpio, the police commissioner," he said, holding out his hand. "My men said you were waiting here for me."

"I actually don't know why I'm in here, Mr. Scorpio," she said, shaking his hand. "I'm Jacqueline Hayes. I'm here looking for my son."

Mac frowned. "Hayes? Is your son Logan Hayes?"

"Yes, do you know where I can find him?"

Mac exhaled. "I don't know how to tell you this, Ms. Hayes," he began, as tactfully as he could. "Your son is in the hospital. He just underwent surgery and he hasn't woken up yet."

Jacqueline gasped. "Oh, my God, where? Where is my son?"

"I'll take you there, Ms. Hayes," Mac offered. "But first, you have to know something. Your son is a suspect in a serial killing case."

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"I'm serious, Spinelli," Maxie began, "don't pay Scott Baldwin any attention. We were right about Logan. He killed my sister."

"I appreciate the comfort you're giving the Jackal, wounded blonde, but the words of the slimy special prosecutor are reverberating in my head," Spinelli admitted. "Everything he said makes sense. The evidence we found, although damning to the unworthy one, doesn't really prove that he killed the faithful friend and secret admirer of the Jackal."

"What are you talking about?" Maxie demanded. "We proved that he was taking the same pills that Coop was taking. He had the same sweet smell as the killer did when he wrapped the cord around my neck. And, don't forget, Lulu said she found one of those piggyback things that disguises text messages in his apartment. What more do you need?"

"But fair Lulu also said the unworthy one admitted he had that stuff so he could frame the son of the demented one."

"So he says," Maxie shrugged. "We both know Logan Hayes is a liar."

At that moment, the elevator doors opened and Jacqueline rushed out, with Mac following quickly behind. "Where's my son?" she asked, breathless as she approached the nurses' station.

As Mac started to lead her to Logan's room, Maxie approached him. "Dad, what's going on? Who is she?"

Mac waved her off. "Now now, Maxie, I'll explain everything later."

As Mac and Jacqueline walked away, Maxie turned to Spinelli. "Come on, something's going on."

They caught up with them as Jacqueline entered Logan's room. "Dad, what's going on?" Maxie asked.

Before he could answer, they heard Jacqueline yell from inside, "what the hell are you doing here with my son?'

A/N: As you can see I'm back with another story about Logan. I kind of got side-tracked from my other one with this current text message killer storyline but I promise I'll update that one soon. In the meantime, this is an idea that came to me after Thursday's (Feb. 21st) show. I've heard that Logan's mother is actually still alive (although in my story "Like Father, Like Son", I 'killed' her) so now that Logan is in a coma (after Lulu hit him with the wrench!) shouldn't she be finally be introduced? I thought so too.

Speaking of Lulu...what was she thinking sleeping with Johnny while Logan was fighting for his life!? Has she no heart?)