Michael's POV:
Uncle Jason didn't make sense that night. He babbled on about a son he had and I was clueless once again in this world just like I had been when I came out of my coma. I thought hard about it and decided not to go to Mom and Jax about it. Instead I decided to go to the man that had first relinquished this information to me, so I started my little sports car and sped towards Harborwiew Towers with determination on my mind. I went into the towers and stood for the elevator, but the impatience crept over me and I raced towards the stairs. I arrived at Penthouse 2 out of breath, but I walked right in as if I owned the place. Sitting in front of me was a pathetic man that I thought could not be Jason Morgan. His face was streaked with tears, eyes swollen and bloody knuckles which I could see came from the hole on the right of the fireplace. He looked a mess and when he finally had the courage to look at me in the eyes, I saw the stone blue that looked back and saw that they were lacking something. We stood in silence and I stared into those deep blue eyes and finally realized something.
Flashback:
I was at the hospital for one of my tests and I hated it. For the year I spent hooked up to monitors and endured surgeries and finally all that horrible physical therapy, I was done with hospitals. I was forced to come for a checkup with the great Dr. Drake and I was getting impatient. I tapped my foot and stared at the clock until I finally grabbed my coat off the seat and went to the elevator. I wasn't watching where I was going and I bumped into this tiny kid that ran from nowhere. He fell and didn't cry. Instead he just stared and I saw the eyes that looked so familiar, but I could not place. I picked him up and he ran off without a word towards the nurse's station and I didn't look back.
I pictured the boy in my mind and ran down his features from the blonde hair to the muscular body even for a little kid. I looked back at the man I thought I knew everything about and realized for once that I was wrong. I realized that there was something shining from the fire and I went over to find a black motorcycle with a name that I could barely read out. I saw the name Jacob written on it and realized that this was the boy that troubled my uncle day after day, month after month and year after year. I glanced at the man back on the couch and realized he was in his own world with his thoughts so I quietly slipped out the front door and headed towards the hospital.
I used Edward's parking spot right in the front and ran in all the way to the ninth floor. I sped out and smacked right into Robin, the person I had been looking for. She smiled at me and I asked about the little boy inquiring on who he belonged to. She answered with a familiar name and before she could ask why, I ran out the hospital doors with an agenda on my mind. I looked at the phonebook for an address and followed my GPS leading me right to the driveway. Knocking on the door, the brunette woman answered with the blonde little boy attached to her hip. I was speechless and finally she invited me in as I awaited for what happened next.