Disclaimer: I don't own the character's from General Hospital, I just like writing about the.
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Prologue
Once Upon A Time...
Two brothers lived in an enchanted castle filled with love and laughter.
Okay who are we kidding here?
The Quartermaine mansion was a vipers nest filled with back-stabbing, betrayal and adultery as the favorite sports of it's residents. There was the Grandfather, Edward Quartermaine, who ruled over them all with an iron fist. A brash man, who liked to hear himself speak and expected all who listened to agree and fall in line or else they would be disinherited. Edward was a wealthy businessman and founder of ELQ, the company that he used to jerk the family around. He was a shrewd, calculating bastard and didn't really give a damn what others thought of him.
His lovely wife was adored by all. You had to question this woman's taste in men. Often people wondered how a woman with such grace and kindness could remain with a family of lunatics, but Lila Quartermaine's love and devotion for her brood only endeared her more to everyone who adored her.
The rest of the clan? Well, this is a prologue you know and it would take too long to list the conniving , deceitful, treacherous members. So it's best to skip on along to the good part.
The Black sheep and the Golden Boy.
Hated and Loved. Worthless and Wonderful.
Blah, blah, blah.
No one likes a goody goody. So when Jason Morgan Quartermaine climbed into the car with his drunken brother AJ, let's just say that it was the best thing that ever happened to him. If you can forgive the coma, the amnesia and the brain damage.
He became the protagonist of this tale...Jason Morgan.
No longer good and kind. This new Jason had anger issues. A bad temper. And didn't take shit from the bunch of assholes that he couldn't even remember anyway, so guess what he did? He split! That's right! He turned his back on all that money, and the controlling folks who held the purse strings and went to make a life for himself.
Now that's not to say it was easy. Oh no. First they tried to get him committed. He was brain damaged after all, so what did he know right from wrong? They were only trying to protect him from himself, and anyone else who tried to take advantage of his poor mentally deficient state to get their hands on the Quartermaine millions. They were his family and loved him. He was their Golden Boy!
When that didn't work, well Jason just buried himself in the seedier sides of Port Charles. He made unacceptable friends, and actually, gasp, worked for a living. He didn't wear designer clothes or drive a fancy car. He no longer liked expensive meals and lavish trips to the opera. No, Jason was content in his jeans and t-shirts and those funky shitkickers. He was content with a burger from Kelly's and shooting a game of pool at Jakes.
Good-bye and good-riddens was his motto. There was no way in hell he would ever go back to that smothering life and those smothering people that he couldn't relate to. This was his new life and he was happy. If he only had a few trusted friends, that was fine, fewer people to tell him what to do. If he was often dragged into the PCPD for disorderly conduct, what was a few hundred dollars in fines every so often.
He lived above the bar where he could go down a grab a beer anytime he wanted, he had a good job working security and doing the books over at the Haunted Star, the casino boat his best friend Lucky Spencer owned, and he could take off on his bike and ride for hours anytime he wanted.
Not to mention the women. For some reason, the more he sneered, the more they wanted to fuck him. Go figure?
This was his life and he was happy. Okay he was a grumpy, lonely bastard but he didn't think so.
There wasn't one thing in all of existence that would make him go back...
Yeah, I know, he was just asking for it. Fate's a nasty bitch isn't she?