There were so many questions running through Jason Morgan's head as he rode his motorcycle back into his hometown of Port Charles, New York. Would they want to see me? Would they be happy to see me? Was coming back the right choice? Why am I even back?
Jason wasn't sure about most of the answers, but he knew the reason he had come back. He was back to watch over his family and take care of some business. Though he had been gone for so long he knew that he had to do this.
When he had left town five years ago, after the death of his wife, he had cut all ties and had never planned on coming back. That had been his plan, but things don't always work out like you plan them.
A week ago he had received a phone call from the only person he still talked to that lived in Port Charles, his sister Emily. She had told him that his old business partner and his wife had been in a car accident. The wife, Carly, had died almost instantly and his former business partner, Sonny, was still in ICU and doctors weren't sure if he would ever come out of his coma. Though Jason had not spoken to Sonny in the time that he had been gone, he knew what had to be done and that's why he had hopped on his bike and headed home.
Jason pulled into the parking garage of the Harborview Towers, got off his bike, onto the elevator and headed up to the penthouse floor. So many memories were floating around in Jason's head. This was not where he wanted to be right now, but he had an obligation to fulfill.
When Jason stepped off the elevator he was greeted by a man he did not recognize, but like all of Sonny's guards he was dressed in an expensive Italian suite. "Can I help you?" the man asked him.
Jason assumed this was a new bodyguard that Sonny must have hired, but he was curious as to where the men who he knew guarded the door were at. Where were Max and Francis? And..." Where's Johnny?" Jason asked out loud.
"Johnny who?"
"Who's in charge here?'
"Who are you to be asking such questions?"
Jason was now very annoyed with this man's questions, he had neither the time nor the energy to play this man's games. So, Jason did what he always did, he turned into Jason Morgan the Borg.
"Look," he said getting up in the man's face with his gun in hand, "you're going to tell me who's in charge, and then you're going to tell them that I'm here, and then you're going to let me in that door." For effect Jason took the gun and pointed it at the door.
The man backed away from Jason, knocked on the door and waited for an answer. Jason was surprised to see a teenage boy, of about 15, answer the door. The young kid was dressed in a baby blue polo shirt and fitted blue jeans. The kid was a red head and Jason knew right away who he was.
"What is it, Adam?"
"This man is here to see your Uncle, Michael." Adam said pointing to Jason.
Uncle? Who was his Uncle? What the hell was going on here? Were the questions now going through Jason's mind.
Michael looked at the man in jeans and a leather jacket as if he were stuck in some sort of dream, a distant memory of sorts. How long had he hoped that he would come back to town? Jason had been his hero and he had abandoned him. Jason was a god to him and he left without as much as a good bye. Though Jason was once so much to the boy now he was nothing more then the cause of all his problems, or at least that's what he told himself.
"What do you want Jason?" Michael asked him bitterly
"I heard what happened to your parents. I'm here to help." Jason wasn't sure, but three was something different about this boy. He was not the sweet, innocent kid he had left behind five years ago.
"We don't need your help." Came a voice from behind Michael. "I've got everything under control, Morgan. So you can leave town again and never come back this time."
Jason could hardly believe his eyes, was that really Ric Lancing? What was he doing in Sonny's penthouse? What the hell was going on? Jason looked at Michael for some answers, but he was no help.
"What are you doing here, Ric?" Jason asked, his eyes turning icy cold at the man who had ruined so many lives of the people he had loved, including his wife's.
"I'm taking care of my family, that is until my brother gets out of the hospital."
"Since when have you called Sonny your brother?"
"You've been gone along time, Morgan, thing's change. Not that it's any of your business, but Sonny and I have been on good terms for nearly three years now." Ric looked very satisfied with himself about delivering such news to Jason. This only made Jason madder, but like always he never let it show. "We're finished now." Ric commanded. "I suggest you leave or I'll have my men through you out."
Jason wanted nothing more than to put a bullet through that man's head, but the red headed teen caught his eye. Michael was looking at Jason with very sad eyes, some of the saddest eyes he had ever seen. So deciding not to start anything Jason got back onto the elevator and headed back to his bike
When the doors to the elevator closed he took of his icy mask and put his gun back into its proper place. Jason just stood for a minute and ran a hand over his face. What the hell was going on? Was the now all too important question that was going through his head.