Notes: If there were Emmy's to be given out for sheer cuteness, Steve and
Dylan would so own those awards. Damn, every time I see them on the screen
together I go 'aw,' and people think I put too much mushy stuff in this,
you know who you are. Jason seriously looks too damned cute (not sexy cute,
mind you, just the cute cute) whenever he's around Michael. And the
Flashback!!! I don't care if the baby was blonde... sheer adorableness. Okay,
yes, I'm rambling. But really, soooooooo cute. Side Note, my computer is
acting really REALLY stupid, I think it got a virus. If that means that I
get my hard drive wiped... well, that could seriously put some hindrance on
my story. Obviously, I will keep you informed. But if I don't post for
awhile, just assume that my computer basically blew up.
Story-
No one ever said that becoming a doctor was going to be a walk in the park. It was easily one of the hardest professions to actually get started in, let alone keep going. Add in the fact that most medical students ended up getting thousands of dollars in debt due to loans to pay for school and it quickly became a wonder why anyone would ever think about taking the profession up. For Damian, the answer was simple: That urge to help people wouldn't die. He could be in debt for all his life and saving one person would make the debt worth it. Of course, with his father paying for his medical school expenses he was operating entirely in the black. Damian would pay Sonny back in time. He wasn't going to allow himself to be a charity case for anyone, even his father. Luckily, Sonny understood that basic urge to pay back the debts that were owed. Sonny was very much like that himself.
There was a soft knocking on his door, "Come in." He certainly hoped that it wasn't Carly, but she lived in the penthouse as well, so anything was possible.
Much to his delight it wasn't Carly, it was Courtney. She smiled as she walked in, "Hey."
Something about her smile... even if he was in a horrible mood, Damian could look at his Aunt Courtney and smile with her. She had an infectious smile, much like Michael. He wondered if Jason had one, in the off chance that he did smile. Odds were that it happened so rarely that people were too busy trying to hide the shock off their faces in order to smile back. "You need something?"
She shook her head, "Do I need a reason to come say hello to my nephew?"
"Of course not," Damian responded. "I don't know, I guess I'm just adjusting to people really only talking to other people around here only when they need it. With Michael it's different, he wants to talk about everything. But that's because he's just a little kid and that's how kids are at his age. With dad and Carly... unless something's really bothering them they stay pretty quiet. It's funny... back home I was always the quiet one while everyone else in my family would talk about all their problems. Now I'm here and I'm the one that does most of the talking."
"They don't like to burden people with their problems unless they need the help," Courtney said. "And trust me, they only come for help when they really need it. But that doesn't change the fact that they're really good people deep down."
"I know that."
Courtney glanced at the books that were stacked up on the desk. "Those all your books for school?"
"No, just one class."
Courtney's eyes widened. "Tell me you're lying."
"I'd love to say that I was, Aunt Courtney."
"You'll do fine," Courtney said in a comforting tone. "I bet you're not even afraid of all the studying that you're going to do before you finally become a doctor."
"You're right. It's not the studying that I'm afraid of. It's the interning later on that I'm afraid of."
"You're great with people, Damian. Look at how you act around Michael and Morgan... well, maybe not Morgan."
"I'm great with people when I don't have to worry about saving their lives. I'm afraid of failing my patients."
"Everyone is," Courtney sat on his bed. "Everyone, no matter what they do, is afraid of failing at their chosen craft."
"Not everyone has a life in their hands."
"Lawyers do. CEO's worry about the people that they employ being out of jobs if they don't become profitable."
"This was all so much easier when I just wanted to play the piano for a living," Damian muttered softly.
"No one is expecting you to do something like this if you don't want to do it," Courtney felt bad that her nephew was entering a profession that he obviously had some reservations about. "I know your desire to become a doctor is because of your mother's death, but she wouldn't want you to make yourself unhappy just to try and preserve her memory."
"I want to do this," Damian told himself and his aunt. "I do want to help people as much as I possibly can. I could do it a lot better if I were in the operating room than if I was at a concert hall."
"How long have you been studying?" Courtney asked.
Damian looked over at the clock, "A few hours. Why?"
"Take the night off. Just go out, relax. You still have plenty of time to get your studying done. Besides, what college student actually gets any studying done on a Friday?"
"The kind that want to actually succeed," Damian replied sarcastically.
"Don't make me take those books away from you," Courtney said coyly. "Please, just take a personal day. You're not expected to hold the world's problems on your shoulders all the time, you know."
"I've been doing it for such a long time... it's hard to think about not doing it."
"You've got to stop dwelling on the past and become your own person," Courtney got up and turned the doorknob, "It's the only way that you're going to actually be happy."
Damian got off his chair and opted to listen to his aunt's advice. He knew that she was genuine, and if he was going to take advice from anyone it would be her.
Port Charles Docks, Friday Night-
With fall fast approaching, the night chill caused by the ocean was made ever more obvious to the people of Port Charles. Jason Morgan didn't appear to be affected by the cold. Of course, he didn't appear to be affected by the heat, either. He was one of the few people that could go around the day in the middle of the summer wearing a leather jacket and not complaining about it. Jason always kept his complaints inside, never expressing them unless the situation absolutely called for it.
Sonny, on the other hand, didn't have Jason's sense of self-control. "Damn, it's cold."
"I can handle everything if you just want to go back to the penthouse, Sonny," Jason said as he and Sonny and some of the hired men waited for the shipment to come in.
"Trying to get rid of me, Jason?" Sonny asked. "I told you already, I'm not going anywhere. People need to realize that I'm back in the game. They need to remember how afraid of me they used to be."
"They were still afraid of you."
"But not as afraid," Sonny pointed out. "You know how this business works, Jason, I've taught you everything that I know. You know how important fear and intimidation can be when you're dealing with the things that we deal with on a daily basis."
"You play the game differently, Sonny. You always have, you always will."
There was a sound that caught them all by alarm from behind. They were being somewhat sloppy, although they caught it in time that they could react accordingly in case it was something that they needed to be worried about. It wasn't. It was only Damian. He wasn't all that enthused about having at least a half dozen guns, fully loaded, pointed at his chest. He put his hands up.
Sonny shook his head, "Lower the guns." His men did as instructed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sonny asked his son.
"I... didn't know you were going to be here, dad."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I wanted to feel the breeze of the ocean," Damian admitted. "It was something I used to do a lot when I was in California. It helped calm me down when I had a lot on my mind."
"You could have gotten yourself killed."
"But I didn't."
"You shouldn't be here," Sonny pointed out. "It's dangerous."
"Everything is dangerous when it comes to being your son, remember?"
"Right now isn't the time for us to talk about something like this, Damian. Go home! Please, I don't want to worry about you in case something does happen."
There was something in his father's eyes that Damian had very rarely seen. Sincerity. Sonny wanted to keep him safe. He wanted to keep himself safe. "Okay, I'm going."
"Shouldn't you go with him?" Jason asked. "Just to make sure he actually does go home?"
Sonny shook his head, "He'll listen to me. I hope."
"Mr. Corinthos, here comes the ship," Max pointed out as he saw the markings that they were all looking for.
Sonny nodded, "Get ready for anything, boys..."
Story-
No one ever said that becoming a doctor was going to be a walk in the park. It was easily one of the hardest professions to actually get started in, let alone keep going. Add in the fact that most medical students ended up getting thousands of dollars in debt due to loans to pay for school and it quickly became a wonder why anyone would ever think about taking the profession up. For Damian, the answer was simple: That urge to help people wouldn't die. He could be in debt for all his life and saving one person would make the debt worth it. Of course, with his father paying for his medical school expenses he was operating entirely in the black. Damian would pay Sonny back in time. He wasn't going to allow himself to be a charity case for anyone, even his father. Luckily, Sonny understood that basic urge to pay back the debts that were owed. Sonny was very much like that himself.
There was a soft knocking on his door, "Come in." He certainly hoped that it wasn't Carly, but she lived in the penthouse as well, so anything was possible.
Much to his delight it wasn't Carly, it was Courtney. She smiled as she walked in, "Hey."
Something about her smile... even if he was in a horrible mood, Damian could look at his Aunt Courtney and smile with her. She had an infectious smile, much like Michael. He wondered if Jason had one, in the off chance that he did smile. Odds were that it happened so rarely that people were too busy trying to hide the shock off their faces in order to smile back. "You need something?"
She shook her head, "Do I need a reason to come say hello to my nephew?"
"Of course not," Damian responded. "I don't know, I guess I'm just adjusting to people really only talking to other people around here only when they need it. With Michael it's different, he wants to talk about everything. But that's because he's just a little kid and that's how kids are at his age. With dad and Carly... unless something's really bothering them they stay pretty quiet. It's funny... back home I was always the quiet one while everyone else in my family would talk about all their problems. Now I'm here and I'm the one that does most of the talking."
"They don't like to burden people with their problems unless they need the help," Courtney said. "And trust me, they only come for help when they really need it. But that doesn't change the fact that they're really good people deep down."
"I know that."
Courtney glanced at the books that were stacked up on the desk. "Those all your books for school?"
"No, just one class."
Courtney's eyes widened. "Tell me you're lying."
"I'd love to say that I was, Aunt Courtney."
"You'll do fine," Courtney said in a comforting tone. "I bet you're not even afraid of all the studying that you're going to do before you finally become a doctor."
"You're right. It's not the studying that I'm afraid of. It's the interning later on that I'm afraid of."
"You're great with people, Damian. Look at how you act around Michael and Morgan... well, maybe not Morgan."
"I'm great with people when I don't have to worry about saving their lives. I'm afraid of failing my patients."
"Everyone is," Courtney sat on his bed. "Everyone, no matter what they do, is afraid of failing at their chosen craft."
"Not everyone has a life in their hands."
"Lawyers do. CEO's worry about the people that they employ being out of jobs if they don't become profitable."
"This was all so much easier when I just wanted to play the piano for a living," Damian muttered softly.
"No one is expecting you to do something like this if you don't want to do it," Courtney felt bad that her nephew was entering a profession that he obviously had some reservations about. "I know your desire to become a doctor is because of your mother's death, but she wouldn't want you to make yourself unhappy just to try and preserve her memory."
"I want to do this," Damian told himself and his aunt. "I do want to help people as much as I possibly can. I could do it a lot better if I were in the operating room than if I was at a concert hall."
"How long have you been studying?" Courtney asked.
Damian looked over at the clock, "A few hours. Why?"
"Take the night off. Just go out, relax. You still have plenty of time to get your studying done. Besides, what college student actually gets any studying done on a Friday?"
"The kind that want to actually succeed," Damian replied sarcastically.
"Don't make me take those books away from you," Courtney said coyly. "Please, just take a personal day. You're not expected to hold the world's problems on your shoulders all the time, you know."
"I've been doing it for such a long time... it's hard to think about not doing it."
"You've got to stop dwelling on the past and become your own person," Courtney got up and turned the doorknob, "It's the only way that you're going to actually be happy."
Damian got off his chair and opted to listen to his aunt's advice. He knew that she was genuine, and if he was going to take advice from anyone it would be her.
Port Charles Docks, Friday Night-
With fall fast approaching, the night chill caused by the ocean was made ever more obvious to the people of Port Charles. Jason Morgan didn't appear to be affected by the cold. Of course, he didn't appear to be affected by the heat, either. He was one of the few people that could go around the day in the middle of the summer wearing a leather jacket and not complaining about it. Jason always kept his complaints inside, never expressing them unless the situation absolutely called for it.
Sonny, on the other hand, didn't have Jason's sense of self-control. "Damn, it's cold."
"I can handle everything if you just want to go back to the penthouse, Sonny," Jason said as he and Sonny and some of the hired men waited for the shipment to come in.
"Trying to get rid of me, Jason?" Sonny asked. "I told you already, I'm not going anywhere. People need to realize that I'm back in the game. They need to remember how afraid of me they used to be."
"They were still afraid of you."
"But not as afraid," Sonny pointed out. "You know how this business works, Jason, I've taught you everything that I know. You know how important fear and intimidation can be when you're dealing with the things that we deal with on a daily basis."
"You play the game differently, Sonny. You always have, you always will."
There was a sound that caught them all by alarm from behind. They were being somewhat sloppy, although they caught it in time that they could react accordingly in case it was something that they needed to be worried about. It wasn't. It was only Damian. He wasn't all that enthused about having at least a half dozen guns, fully loaded, pointed at his chest. He put his hands up.
Sonny shook his head, "Lower the guns." His men did as instructed. "What the hell are you doing here?" Sonny asked his son.
"I... didn't know you were going to be here, dad."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I wanted to feel the breeze of the ocean," Damian admitted. "It was something I used to do a lot when I was in California. It helped calm me down when I had a lot on my mind."
"You could have gotten yourself killed."
"But I didn't."
"You shouldn't be here," Sonny pointed out. "It's dangerous."
"Everything is dangerous when it comes to being your son, remember?"
"Right now isn't the time for us to talk about something like this, Damian. Go home! Please, I don't want to worry about you in case something does happen."
There was something in his father's eyes that Damian had very rarely seen. Sincerity. Sonny wanted to keep him safe. He wanted to keep himself safe. "Okay, I'm going."
"Shouldn't you go with him?" Jason asked. "Just to make sure he actually does go home?"
Sonny shook his head, "He'll listen to me. I hope."
"Mr. Corinthos, here comes the ship," Max pointed out as he saw the markings that they were all looking for.
Sonny nodded, "Get ready for anything, boys..."