Disclaimer: Who owns GH? Not me.
Some notes: This takes place Thanksgiving 2008, 5 years after what's happening in gh now. Sonny is not married right now, somewhere along the line, he and Carly patched things up about the whole not remembering loving Sonny thing. Jason's still in the mob, not that it matters much in this story.
Chapter 3: Turkey Tie
He dumped the brown paper bag into the passenger seat and didn't bother when a can of cranberry sauce rolled onto the floor. Canned cranberry sauce…he knew Sonny would smack him for getting something canned, especially on Thanksgiving. But Jason didn't care, he just wanted to return to 25 Azure Lane. Unfortunately, he had to make a detour for a certain one of Carly's uncles, well Carly's only known uncle.
Jason was surprised to see the old guy standing out in the snow, waiting for the person that would take him to his niece's Thanksgiving dinner. When Jason got out of the car Luke's quirky smile transformed into a twisted frown. "Don't tell me Barbara sent you," Luke whined to his former ally. Jason simply answered that it was his wife's doing and Luke shook his head. "So I'm off by a generation," he retorted as he opened the passenger door. "What have we got here? Canned Cranberry Sauce? Son, I think you may have just made my day," Luke grinned sarcastically.
Jason started the car and headed towards his home; he made sure to remain quiet. He wanted the trip to be as quick and as quiet as possible, especially since Luke Spencer occupied the seat next to him. "So, aren't you going to utter a Happy Thanksgiving to your uncle-in-law," Luke questioned, not bothering to turn towards Jason.
"Happy Thanksgiving," Jason answered simply, his eyes glued to the road in front of him.
"Oh, turn here," Luke pointed when they began to approach a fork in the road.
"Why? The house is this way," Jason remarked.
"Well, my house is that way."
Jason was completely confused now and proceeded to pull the car over, "What are you talking about? Aren't you spending Thanksgiving with the rest of your family?"
"Not that it's any of your business," Luke crossed his arms, a bit aggravated at Jason, "but there's some stuff, things, I need to retrieve from my humble abode before I go into that bulletproof prison you call a home."
"Bulletproof…what? No, I need to get these cranberries – cranberry stuff back to Carly so she can finish with the dinner." Luke looked towards the backseat, where he had thrown the grocery bag.
"It's not like the cranberries are going anywhere." Jason sighed; he almost had the urge to hit his head on the steering wheel, or maybe he could hit Luke's head with the steering wheel. "Well, is everybody there already?" Luke asked.
"Yes!" Jason replied, his patience soon running out. Jason respected the man, but lately it seemed as if Luke was just getting quirkier and more annoying. But Jason thought it was most probably because he was a part of the Spencer family now, and he never really wanted to be. Be with Carly, yes, be with Luke, no.
"Oh, well, you're late enough already, they can wait some more, I mean it's not like the turkey is going anywhere either – Carly did kill the bird first, right?" Luke inquired sarcastically.
"Ok, fine – you know what – ok, what do you need at your house?" Jason asked as he restarted the car and followed the route to the Spencer house.
"I said it was none of your business, does the robot not have ears?"
"Fine – but get what you need then come back out," Jason demanded.
The ride to the Spencer household did not take any more than five minutes. Luke rushed into the house after ten minutes of fumbling with his keys. Jason impatiently checked his watch every minute; he was starving and the snow looked like it was getting worse. Pretty soon Luke returned, wearing a brightly colored, tie with a large turkey saying gobble, gobble on it.
"What is that?" Jason asked a little rudely.
"It's my traditional Thanksgiving tie, well not traditional, Lulu just got it for me yesterday, but you like?" Luke smiled as Jason backed out of the driveway.
"That's what we went all the way here for? A tie?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, a father's job is not only to protect his daughter," Luke tied the gift around his neck, "but to make her happy, even you should know Morgan."
The ride back to the white picket fenced house was not as horrible as Jason first thought it would be. What Luke Spencer had just said earlier reminded him of what Thanksgiving was truly all about. Jason could not believe that for a split second in that day, getting cranberry sauce back quickly was more important than other people's needs. Little Lulu was truly fortunate to have a father as crazy as Luke to go all the way back home to pick up and wear a turkey tie. A really, ugly, turkey tie. But Luke didn't care, as long as he saw his daughter's eyes light up, that was all that mattered. The ride home wasn't trouble, it was a chance for Jason to silently thank God for his own precious daughter and for having someone remind him what really mattered.
A/N: You guys like? I thought a little Luke humor would be good. He and Jason are definitely tops on my fave actors/characters. Ok, I see that quite a few of you do not like the idea of Jason and Carly together, but that's ok. I'll still wrap this fic up. It is supposed to be kind of on the short side, just something fun to write. If people are willing, I can write a fic about how Jason and Carly got together, but we'll see…if I have enough inspiration and time. Ok please review, they always help motivate. : )