Jason and Lucky bury Jake. Can Keesha get Jason's head back into the game before it's too late? Robin is in for a surprise.
Saying goodbye
Word of little Jakes death spread quickly through Port Charles as did word of his paternity. Some people praised Jason Morgan for his selfless release of his son to the care of Elizabeth and Lucky. Others said if he had claimed his child the boy would still be alive and still others believed he turned away from his son in favor of his faithless wife and daughter. No of it mattered to Jason. His son was dead and today he sat next to the man who he had chosen to raise him.
Lucky sat close to Jason. Their grief rolled into each other. They understood what no other person could. Their sacrifice was for not, they had lost their son.
Those who looked out at them would have found it strange that the two men had grown so close over such a short period of time. The cop and the gangster were a strange pair indeed. They would never have talked if it weren't for Cam and Gabby.
Jason spent the better part of the night ripping his bedroom apart. He stuck to the one room because he did want to disturb any other room in case Gabby came home unexpectedly. He had learned that lesson from watching Sonny all those years ago.
He woke in the early morning hours to Carly's snoring and Jax muttering in his sleep. His wife leaned against the wall; her head lay at an awkward angle. Glass and debris littered the floor. There were several large holes littered the walls from where he had hit them.
His body was stiff and sore from lying in the abnormal position all night. Quietly he sat up and stretched.
His child was dead. The smiling blonde haired, blue eyed boy who always reached for him was gone. Slowly standing he walked across the mess and out of the door.
The house was deathly quiet. He peeked into Gabby's room before remembering that she was at Monica's. Retrieving his cell phone from his pocket he dialed her private number.
"Hello." She asked her voice drenched with sleep.
"Hey, Monica." His voice was soft. "How's Gabby?"
"She's here with me watching cartoons. She's a morning person like her daddy." Jason could hear the laughter in her voice.
"Can I talk to her?"
"Gabby? Your daddy." He could hear her take the phone.
"Hi, daddy. Are you still sad?"
"Not when I'm talking to you." He heard her giggle. "Do you want to have breakfast with daddy?"
"At Kelly's?" She asked excitedly.
"If you want."
"O.k. daddy I'll get dressed." He heard the phone drop.
"Jason?"
"Yeah, I'll be there to get her soon. Thanks Monica."
"Anytime, sweetheart." He hung up the phone.
Jason showered and dressed in the guest room. He rushed down the stairs and left a quick note for Keesha before calling for the limo.
Gabby rushed from the Mansion and hugged her father. Francis and Monica stood near them saying their goodbyes. After thanking Monica again they climbed into the car and headed for breakfast.
"Daddy, why are you sad?" Gabby asked touching his face with her little hand. He did he explain to a four year old that he had another child and that child was dead. He looked to his friend silently asking for help.
"Your daddy's friend went to heaven."
"My turtle went to heaven and we buried it. Are you going to bury your friend?" Jason just nodded. "That's good. Mommy says we need to say good bye when someone dies." She pulled his face to hers and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry about your friend Daddy."
"Thank you honey." He gave her a brief hug. "Ready for breakfast?"
"Yes." She squealed hopping out of the seat. Francis opened the door and stepped out of the car. After a quick look around and nod to Max he opened the door wide. Gabby jumped out and ran for the door, Francis by her side. Jason pulled up the rear.
Jason stopped when he walked in. Lucky sat at the counter with Cam. The boy looked as if he had been crying. Gabrielle saw them too. She had met Cam at the park when he was playing with his great grandmother.
"Why are you crying?" She asked rubbing his leg like she had seen her mother do at the clinic in Cuba.
"My brother went to heaven." He said shrugging his shoulders and wiping his eyes. His mother had told him because he was bigger he should take care of the littler kids. Gabby was younger then he was so he would take care of her too.
"My Daddies friend went to heaven. My Daddy is really sad." He watched her rubbing his leg. "Sasha, she works at mommy's clinic. Sasha said when you're sad you should be with friends." She looked thoughtfully. "Are we friends?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I think we are. Come and eat with us." She took his hand and pulled him to the table she had chosen. Gabby pulled out his chair and pushed him into it.
Lucky watched the exchange smiling softly. He looked up at Jason who nodded and followed him to the table.
The four men sat quietly while Gabby talked nonstop. At the end of the meal she had them smiling because there was nothing else to do.
Lucky had wondered how deep Jason's grief ran. He got his answer while sitting across from him. He looked lost at times. When he thought the older man would break down Gabby would say something to make them all laugh. Lucky finally saw what it took for Jason to walk away from his son time and time again.
They decide to spend the day together with the kids. The four of them went to the Zoo and then back to Kelly's for lunch. Jason quietly thanked Lucky for being a father to Jake. He knew he had done the best he could. Lucky thanked Jason for giving him a son to love.
Jason was brought out of his reflection by Bobbie's strong voice.
"I've been asked to speak on behalf of Jake's parents. I really don't know what to say. I don't know how to say goodbye to a child. I still haven't said it to my daughter B.J. but some wise said: "Children are not supposed to die...Parents expect to see their children grow and mature. Ultimately, parents expect to die and leave their children behind...This is the natural course of life events, the life cycle continuing as it should. The loss of a child is the loss of innocence, the death of the most vulnerable and dependent. The death of a child signifies the loss of the future, of hopes and dreams, of new strength, and of perfection. " We have lost a great spirit, a child whose potential will never be known. Jake touched all if our lives. He was the happiest kid. He was the innocence we adults have lost. He loved his parents and now those parents will have to learn how to live without him and for that I am sorry. Jake trusted us and loved us. We failed to protect him. We cannot fail another child." She looked around the room making eye contact with every adult. "I hope any resentments and anger can be put aside so we can support those who lost so much."
The service was brief. Jason and Lucky alone escorted the tiny casket to its final resting place.
The men stood close together, sharing in the other's strength, with their heads bowed.
The reception was being held at the Quatermaine mansion. Reginald quietly gathered a group of men into the den. Edward sat behind the large cherry wood desk. He looked worn and ragged far older than his 82 years.
He had just discovered he had another great grandchild and in that moment he lost him. Robin. That, evil bitch, had killed the child as if she had thrown him over that railing herself. She was hiding but Edward knew where she was. As he prepared to inform the group of men as to her where about he couldn't help but wonder what the girls fate would be.
One by one Edward watched Jax, Luke, Lucky, and finally Jason entered the room. Looking from one grim face to the other he picked up a remote that sat on the corner of his desk and turned on the television. The men watched as Robin paced the small room occasionally screaming and banging on the door.
"This is not an ordinary case of vigilante justice. We have all lost children. Luke when you lost Skyler in that terrible accident when he was four. Jax, Brenda's miscarriage of your daughter. I lost my own son, Edward II, to pneumonia when he was ten, but I think we can agree that no tragedy is worse than the one Jason and Lucky have suffered." He looked at Lucky's worn face, and then shifted to Jason's tight unreadable mask. "It's up to the two of you to decide what must be done with her. Lucky, I know your career prevents you from taking any drastic steps so if you want to leave now we will all understand."
"Robin needs to die." He looked at Jason and received a nod.
"We need to be careful." Jax stated, looking at the two men. "With her H.I.V. status any blood contact could be dangerous."
"There won't be any blood." Jason stated calmly. He took Lucky by the arm and led him to a corner of the room. After a few moments of talking they rejoined the group. "How long have you had her?"
"Since early this morning" Edward answered.
"Have you fed her? Does she have her meds?" Edward nodded. "She gets no food. Stop giving her the meds. She only gets water." He turned and walked out of the room leaving the men behind him nodding their agreement.
Jason quickly gathered his family and left. Gabby sat quietly next to her father holding his giant hand in hers.
"Where are we going?" Keesha asked when she noticed they weren't heading back into town.
"Our new house."
She looked at him hoping for more but Jason remained silent. He had closed himself off from everyone else except Gabby. She wished he would let her help him grieve. Even if he screamed at her it would be an improvement over his silence and his all night workouts.
Keesha let go of her thoughts as they entered the gates of a sprawling estate. It was gorgeous.
"It has everything you said you wanted. There's a stable in the south end of the property. The pool is heated, there's a place laid out for the garden you wanted, and there's enough room for at least several more kids." He never looked at her when he spoke. His full attention was on Gabby.
Francis opened the door and caught Keesha's eye over the car. Silently he led Gabrielle into the house.
"There are two guest houses." He walked briskly down the narrow path. Keesha ran to catch him.
"Jason, I don't care about the guest house. Let me help you." She wasn't sure he heard her. He was already walking into the house. "Damn it."
"There are two bedrooms in this one and three in the other one."
"Stop it!" She grabbed him by the arm and made him face her. "I know you're angry and hurt. God, Jason your child died and you keep pushing me away."
"What do you want me to do Keesha? Scream? Yell some more? I did that Jake is still dead. Nothing you can say is going to bring him back." He was so calm it scared her. She knew if he didn't let go of some of that anger he would explode when he needed to be calm. It would be like Sonny all over again. Keesha had her master's in Psychology, she understood her husband better then he would admit. She knew what she needed to do and which buttons to push. She just hoped she could handle his reaction.
"I'm sorry that Jake is dead. No child should die that way but you didn't kill him Elizabeth and Robin did." He turned away from her again. She grabs his arm and pulls him back to her. "What about Gabby? Have you forgotten that someone is trying to hurt her too? Are you going to wait for us to bury her before you handle that threat?"
He grabbed her by the arms and pushed her against the wall.
"No one will touch Gabrielle…ever" His eyes were hard but Keesha could see the fear in them. After several days he was finally expressing some emotion.
"Really? Why's that? Because you say so." She pushed her body against his. "You told me when our child died that no matter how much you hurt you needed to stay focused or it could cost you your life. You aren't in the game, Jason. You're walking around shut off from everyone except Gabby."
"What you want me to ignore my daughter?" He started to pull away again but she wouldn't let go.
"No but she's a child Jason. It's too much to ask of her to heal you." She pressed her fore head against his. "Please let me help you."
"How?"
"Use me, Jason." She pressed her body against his. "You think your reaction is inappropriate but it's not and all the workouts aren't going to change what you need." She kissed his lips. "Use me."
"No." How could he explain to her the violence he was feeling?
She was right. His head wasn't in the game and every time he got near her he got hard. He wanted…no needed to fuck her raw. The instinct was primal and overwhelming, so he kept his distance.
She was too near…too close.
His hands unconsciously began lifting her skirt.
"I can't do this" He whispered against her mouth.
"Yes you can." She unbuckled his belt.
"I might hurt you." He fingered the lace on her panties.
"I can take it." His button popped loose and her hand slipped into his pants. "I want you to fuck me. I want you let go. Fuck me Jason."
She squeezed him tighter. He couldn't take anymore. He spun her around and ripped her panties from her. Bending her over, Jason entered her from behind so swiftly she had to put her hands against the wall to keep from falling forward.
Keesha cried out as he wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled. His release came quickly spilling his grief and rage and frustration spilled into Keesha with a hard cry.
Jason pressed her against the wall crying softly into her neck.
Robin
She paced the floor again. Fuck she had been stupid hiding in the Quatermaine house. Her original plan had been to snatch Keesha's brat but she couldn't get close to the girl. Stupid Francis even slept on her floor at night.
Then this morning two men came out of nowhere and drugged her. When she woke up she was in this stupid room. There was no bed, or lights that she could see. This meant they weren't going to keep her here for long.
Them a panel opened on the wall reviling a television.
"Hello?"
Lucky's face appeared in front of her.
"Hey, Robin." He smiled at her. "We buried Jake today."
"Lucky I'm so sorry. Liz snatched him out of my arms. It was an accident. You've got to help me."
"Yeah," He leaned back in his chair.
"What are you doing?"
"Watching you starve to death."
The quote comes from an aritcle by Arnold and Gemma 1994, iv, 9, 39. Men need grief sex. It helps them focus and release pent up emotions they often surpress. Next chapter game on.