Jack was awakened from his nap by the sound of Tony's cries. When he fell asleep his grandson had been peacefully sleeping in his hospital bed. Now he was screaming his head off and looked scared to death. The old man stood up and struggled to make his way over to the boy's side. He carefully placed his hand on his head.
"Tony, son what's wrong?" Jack asked.
"Gibbs is ashamed of me!" Tony cried.
"What on Earth makes you think that?" Jack asked.
"He left because I lost my leg and I can't be the same anymore." Tony explained.
"No Tony he didn't leave you. He just went home to get some rest and spend time with your brother and sister." Jack explained.
"What about Rachel?" Tony asked.
"She is with Jethro." Jack explained.
"Where's my leg?" Tony asked.
"They had to amputate it." Jack replied.
"Why?" Tony asked.
"You got an infection and the doctors had no choice." Jack replied.
"Oh" Tony replied.
"You know I have a few friends lost their legs in World War 2 and they lived successful lives. Some things were harder but everybody struggles sometimes." Jack replied.
"Really?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, would you like to meet of them?" Jack asked.
"Yes" Tony replied.
"Alright I will get in contact with him tomorrow." Jack replied.
"Thanks Grandpa Jack." Tony replied.
"It's no problem kiddo." Jack replied kissing Tony softly on the forehead.
A/N: Short, crappy chapter but I didn't have much inspiration for it. New chapter will be up soon and likely skip ahead to when Tony is in rehab and after Jimmy moves out of Ducky's place. Please review and thanks for reading.