Okay, here is what I am going to do, this story id going to be Gen as some people don't like slash BUT I am also going to write a Slash version of it. The first chapter of that will be up soon. So this is still Gen! Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Jesse opened his eyes and looked around, then he jumped up in alarm, he didn't recognise the house that he was in, and as nice as it looked he was slightly worried how he had ended up her. He heard a sound to the left of him and spun around, a look of confusion passed over his face and then he remembered seeing Steve on the beach, breaking down in front of him, and then his expression became one of shame as he recalled throwing his arms around the older man. He sat down on the sofa groaning.

"I have made such an idiot of myself, I'm really sorry Steve, you must think that I'm such a baby." Steve smiled reassuringly, sitting down next to the boy.

"Not at all Jess, you were upset about something, you don't have to be embarrassed, after all I'm your friend." At the words Jesse looked up shyly, an air of disbelief on his face.

"You, my friend? But I'm, I'm …" Jesse's voice trailed off.

"Yes a friend and I would really like to get to know you better Jesse. You seem like a great guy albeit with a self esteem problem," Steve gave Jesse a knowing look and Jesse gave a small smile.

"I, I would really l like to be your friend S Steve" at this Steve stood up and began to walk out of the room, gesturing for Jesse to follow. He led Jesse into the kitchen where Mark Sloan was in the middle of cooking something.

"Hi Jesse, want some pancakes?" Jesse nodded eagerly, his facing lighting up at the prospect of food. "Son?" Steve nodded, there was nothing like his fathers pancakes to start off a day. Mark put some pancakes on some plates the men, then turned to Jesse, "What do you like on your pancakes?"

Jesse thought for a moment, "Erm, chocolate spread and honey please." Mark raised his eyebrows but said nothing; Steve however voiced his thoughts over the choice.

"Uurgh, Jesse, they're nice separately, but not together." Jesse grinned but didn't reply; instead he began to tuck into the plate that had been set down for him. Steve had to stop himself from laughing at loud at the speed at which Jesse was eating, "Jess, it's not a race you know!" Jesse looked up at alarm and then reddened.

"Oh God, sorry I didn't mean to, I mean I "Steve cut him off, noticing that Jesse was once again stumbling over his words.

"Hey, its okay, I was only joking, you can eat as fast or as slow as you want" Jesse smiled and began eating again. Mark spoke up.

"Actually Jesse, you should probably slow down, you'll make yourself ill eating at that speed." Steve glanced anxiously at Jesse, looking for any signs of sickness, but when he saw none he shove a mouthful of chocolate covered pancake in his mouth.

About five minutes later Jesse sat back, having polished off his plate, still hungry he looked wistfully at Steve's plate. The older man noticed and offered Jesse the rest of his pancakes.

"No, Steve I couldn't, I mean it's your breakfast."

"Jesse, just eat the pancakes, okay." Jesse smiled at Steve then tucked ibto the food contentedly.