Do not own General Hospital or any of the characters.

18 months later, Jason and Michael are released from Pentonville. This is the story of their homecoming.

Homecoming...

Part: One

The sound of metal against metal hissed through Jason's ears, as the bright lights of the Jail suddenly turned on in a flash. Opening his eyes, he stared up at the ceiling of the lower bunk. Today was the day. This would be the last time he would be forced to be rolled out of bed at dawn and have to stare at the grey cement walls of the cell. Today was the day he had been waiting for, since day one.

Rubbing the sleep away from his eyes, Jason sat up, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he hit his head against the bar of the bunk. He was always forgetting to bend his head. Swearing under his breath, he rubbed the back of his head, were the skin was being to swell as a bump formed. The pain only seemed to last for a second before once again he thought about what today was. Today was the last time he would be hitting his head against the metal of the bunk as he got up. Today was the day.

Standing up, Jason rolled his shoulder's back a few times before stretching out his arms, a rare smile appearing on his face. Turning around, he looked up at the top bunk, where Michael sat with his legs hanging off the side. The now twenty year old boy met Jason's eye and smiled. Jumping down from his position on the bunk, he took a step towards Jason.

Reaching out, Jason pulled Michael into embrace, patting the boy on the back. Michael laughed out at this. He had thought this day would never come. It had been a long eighteen months for him.

Pulling away from each other, they turned towards the cell bars at the sound of footsteps approaching. A guard appeared; he looked from one to the other before producing a key out from his pocket and opening the door. Pushing it to the side, he gestured for the two men to follow him. Clasping a hand on Michael's shoulder, he gave it a squeeze before following him out of the cell. Both could not believe that they were both getting off for good behaviour so early. Jason knew that Michael would get off on probation but he was surprised for himself that he had been granted it too. However, Diane had fought tooth and nail for him; she argued that they had no right keeping him here after Michael was gone. Jason had come voluntarily

The sound of the alarm clock on her phone filled Sam's ears but she had no desire to reach out and turned it off. She had been awake for an hour now, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom. She kept on having to pinch herself, convincing herself that this was not a dream that today had finally come. That Jason would be in her life once again.

Slowly turning her head, she looked over at the flashing display on her cell phone; it read 5:05 Am. Jason was supposed to be getting out at 7:45. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but smile. In less than four hours, she would be back in Jason's arms. At this thought, Sam finally reached out and shut off the alarm before rolling out of bed. She was ready for the day to start.

Just then the bedroom door burst opened and Spinelli came running in.

"FAIRE SAMANTHA ARE YOU UP!" he cried with Joy.

Sam couldn't help but laugh at this, "Yes, Spinelli I am!"

The Jackal seemed to be more overjoyed then she was that today was the day that his dear friend and roommate would be returning back to his dwelling.

"Good!" stated Spinelli, a grin plastered on his face. "We must be on our way, Stone Cold awaits!" Spinelli then turned on his heel, leaving Sam alone once again in the room.

Chuckling softly to herself, Sam ran her hand through her long hair before standing up and making her way towards the closet. Opening it, she reached out and touched one of the many black t-shirts of Jason. Running the soft cool touch of the fabric through her fingers, she couldn't help but think that in just a few short hours, Jason would be wearing one of them. Lifting the sleeve of the shirt to her nose, she breathed in the scent of it. She couldn't believe that over the past eighteen months, the scent of Jason still lingered on them. Letting her hand drop to her side, she looked over at the right side of the closet, where all of her clothes hung. She debated what to wear. She wanted to look good for Jason but not too over done.

After a moment or two had passed of going through her closet, she finally decided on a simple but sexy red silk wrap dress. The dress clung to her body like an extra layer of skin, showing off her tiny waist. The dress was short sleeve and had a plunging neckline. She paired the dress with a short cropped black leather jacket; it was early April but still chilly. Placing the clothes on the bed, Sam made her way into the bathroom. A quick shower was in need.

"Let's go Morgan!" cried Carly from the bottom of the stairs towards her youngest son. She glanced down at her watch, it was already a quarter passed six, and they needed to get on the road soon if they wanted to make it before Michael was released. It was an hour drive from Port Charles to Pentonville. She didn't want to be late.

A moment later, the now fourteen year old Morgan appeared at the top of the stairs. Meeting his mother's eye he smiled before tearing down the stairs. "Sorry, Mum," spoke the boy to his mother as he stepped off of the bottom step and handed a two and a half year old Josslyne towards Carly. "Joss wanted to get her drawings for Michael and Jason."

Carly nodded her head at this as she took the tot in her arms. "All set?" she asked down towards her daughter then up at her son. Both nodded their heads. Carly held Morgan eyes for a second, studying how much he had changed over the last eighteen months. Morgan had grown an amazing ten inches, making him not only two inches taller than herself, who was 5'7 but his voice had deepened too. However he still had his boyish face, which could brighten any room. Reaching out and cupping Morgan's chin, tears welded up in her eyes as she smiled at him. Her eyes then looked down at her daughter. Josslyne's blue eyes stared up at her mother with curiosity. The little girl's faire blonde hair was done up in two pigtails at the side of her head. She was a perfect mixture of both Carly and Jax. Leaning down and quickly kissing Josslyne on the tip of her nose, making the tot smile, Carly dropped her hand to her side.

She couldn't believe in just a few hours, she would have all three of her babies back under one roof again. And her best friend would be at home too!

Just then Jax appeared in the doorway, "You guys coming or what?" asked the Aussie with a smile. Turning around at this, Carly smiled at her husband, "Yes we are!" After six months of Michael being in Jail, Carly realized that she didn't want to have to say goodbye to yet another person she loved. So both she and Jax had decided to put their divorce on hold and try again and now a year later, they were stronger than ever before.

Throwing an arm around Morgan's shoulder, Jax placed his other hand on the small of Carly's back, ushering them out the front door, towards the car.

Sonny stood on the terrace, looking out over the land that stretched out over the back of the house. It was still dark out that morning; the sun was just beginning to peak from the east, a faded yellow strip appearing along the bottom of the horizon of darkness. Taking a sip from his coffee cup, he was deep in thought as Max the body guard appeared in the doorway.

"Excuse me, Boss," spoke Max, his eyes staring into the back of Sonny.

Glancing over his shoulder at this, Sonny's brown eyes looked up into the eyes of Max. "Yes?"

"The Car is ready," replied Max.

Sonny nodded his head at this before turning back towards the sky. He stood there for another moment or two, finishing the remainder of his coffee, before following his body guard back into the house and out the front door. Today was the day, he thought to himself as he climbed into the back of the limo. His son and loyal friend were finally coming home.

Pershing her lips together, Kristina stared impatiently down at her watch on her wrist. Sam was late, she thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around her thin frame. She was now seventeen almost eighteen years old and would be heading to Yale in the fall. Letting out a sigh, she began to pace once again back and forth along the porch, the heels of her shoes clicking against the wood with every step she took.

"You know that is not going to make Sam come any faster, right?" Pointed out Molly from where she was seated on the steps of the porch, her head buried in a book. Molly was now thirteen but had not changed in any way really since Michael had left. She was still the super smart, book worm, romantic girl that everyone knew and loved. The only thing that was really different about Molly was that she beginning to grow into a beautiful young lady, following in the steps of her two older sisters.

"Shut up Molly!" snapped Kristina, staring down at her watch yet again. It was 6:30 now and Sam had promised to be there by now. She was picking both Kristina and Molly up and taking them down to Pentonville with her and Spinelli. Both girls wanted to be there when Michael and Jason were released.

"Maybe she hit traffic," suggested Molly, not looking up from her book.

Kristina rolled her eyes at her little sister. Molly might be the smartest person she ever met, but she did say some of the stupidest things sometimes, thought Kristina to herself. "What traffic? It's 6:30 in the morning Molly!"

Just then headlights appeared on the drive way, both girls looked up at this as the SUV pulled up to the front of the Lakehouse.

"Finally!" cried Kristina as Sam climbed out of the driver's seat and walked around the front of the car to greet her sisters.

"What?" asked Sam, raising an eyebrow towards her younger sister.

"You're late!" stated Kristina with annoyance.

Sam just rolled her eyes at this, "Stop being dramatic Krissy and get in the car."

Molly couldn't help but giggle at this. She found it funny when Sam and Kristina bantered like this.

Kristina just huffed at Sam, as she stepped down the porch steps and climbed into the back seat, greeting Spinelli who was seated up in the front.

"What's so funny, pretty girl?" asked Sam smiling down at Molly as she wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulder. Sam couldn't believe that her baby sister was already an inch taller than she was and she was wearing four inch heels. Clearly Sam got her shortness from her father. Alexis, their mother was tall at 5'7. Kristina just came an inch shorter at, 5'6. And now Molly was showing signs at following at the same line with coming in at 5'5 and she was still only thirteen. Sam when she didn't wear heels was only 5'2 and that was on a good day.

"Nothing," smiled back Molly at Sam before making her way to the car; taking the seat beside Kristina in the back.

Shaking her head at this, Sam looked up towards the front door and waved to Alexis, who stood there appearing out through the glass. Alexis returned the wave, watching as Sam climbed back into the and drove off once again.

Okay I know I said this would be a one-shot but seeing how lengthy it is already, it's going to become a five to seven part series I have decided.

Hope you enjoyed the first part. Please review and thanks for reading!