Note: One of my new goals in this story is to write a Dillon/Jason scene... because they really don't do them in the show and I want them to. When I can't get what I want through them, I do it myself. Isn't writing great?

Kayla- Most of your questions will be answered when you finish reading this chapter. I actually don't know if I put too much of Courtney's reaction to the whole situation. Guess I wasn't thinking about it as much as I should have. Ah, well, nobody is perfect.

Story-

Georgie, having heard Maxie's question, instantly got up and did her best to comfort her sister, "Don't think about that, Maxie!"

"Why else would they be there unless it was Damian?" Maxie asked.

"It could have been Jason," Dillon stated. Although Jason was by birth a Quatermaine, Dillon knew that Jason had no desire to be around any of them save for Emily. Dillon didn't mind. Jason's less than pleasant attitude towards the family, Edward in particular, made him infinitely cooler than anyone else on the face of the planet in Dillon's eyes. None of them tried to keep it a secret that they knew what Jason did. Edward was constantly telling Alan about how his sons were both thieves and murderers. For the most part, it wasn't a lie.

"It could be," Maxie muttered. "But I don't think it was."

"Maxie... you know that Damian wouldn't do anything worth getting thrown in jail for!" Georgie didn't understand how she was going to keep her sister calm in the situation that she was in right now. Maxie had just gone through personal trauma, if she had to worry about her boyfriend to boot it could cause her to break down.

"Georgie's right," Dillon quickly agreed, offering his support. He wasn't entirely sure about what had gone down, but he knew that Maxie wasn't acting like she normally acted. "Damian's like the most saintly person on the planet. He probably doesn't even kill flies. Knowing him, he gives the fly a bath and then lets it out into the wilderness again."

The Jones girls turned their attentions to Dillon. Georgie gave him a much sterner look than her sister. "Gives a fly a bath?"

Dillon backed away, somewhat slumped over, "What? Like I haven't given worse analogies in my life! I was just trying to say that Damian couldn't have done what the police think he did because he would never kill someone."

Georgie shook her head, "As... unique... as Dillon's original analogy was, he's telling you the truth, Maxie. We all know that Damian doesn't have it in him to hurt anyone."

"You're right, both of you," Maxie admitted. Damian couldn't kill another living person. He wouldn't do it. "Should I be there for him?"

"He needs you, Maxie," Georgie said. "He needs as many friends as he can get right now."

"Maybe we should..." Dillon began to suggest that they all be at his side, but Georgie again shot him a look of death and he backed off. "Umm, maybe we should watch the television and make sure that we don't miss any updates."

"If you hear anything, please tell me," Maxie asked as she turned around and went back upstairs to get out of her pajamas. Damian wouldn't care how she looked, but she didn't want him to see her like that.

"They need to be alone right now," Georgie told Dillon.

"I know, I wasn't thinking."

"You do that a lot," She remarked.

"Hey, don't jump all over me right now, Georgie. Please."

Georgie gave Dillon a questionable look, "You okay?"

"I'll be fine."

She knew differently, "No, you're holding something from me. What is it?"

"I'm worried about him."

"We all know he didn't do anything," Georgie said.

"Yeah, we know that, Georgie. We're able to see past the fact that he's the son of someone that everyone in this town knows is a mobster. We're able to see that he's probably the most innocent person on the planet. But we're not the ones that need to be convinced. We're not the ones that have a vendetta against Sonny like the police do." Dillon sighed, "I haven't really been in Port Charles as long as you, and don't let my comment that I'm about to make cause you to think less about me because it might seem like I'm attacking your father but I'm not. They're going to take him down, Georgie. If they can't bring Sonny Corinthos down to his knees directly then they're going to strike at him in any way that they can. Right now Damian's the best target they have, and now that they've got some reason to actually try and keep him down, they're going to take it without even batting an eye to the fact that it's wrong."

"My dad won't let that happen," Georgie told him. "Dad's seen that Damian's a good person at heart. He's seen that Damian wouldn't do something like what they think that he did."

"Mac's only one person, Georgie," Dillon said. "He can't stop everything."

"Well what about Lucky?"

Dillon shook his head, "There are more people that are going to want to bring him down because of his father than there are who would want him to be judged based on his own merits. It doesn't look that good."

"Everything will be okay," Georgie said, trying to fool herself as much as she was trying to fool Dillon. He was right. She knew it. Her father couldn't pull that many strings. He might not even want to. "What's she going to do without him?"

"I don't know," Dillon wrapped his arms around Georgie. "We just need to hope that it doesn't get to the point that they're going to be split up."

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He heard the bullets being fired out of the gun. He felt his pulse speed up as the thought of his father being riddled with bullets flashed through his mind. He knew that he had to go back, and that was why he did it. He would do it again, even if he were caught. Even if there was more than just dropping his wallet on the ground while they took Jason away, he would have done it.

"Damian?"

He opened his eyes and saw Courtney standing there in front of him. He had apparently slept in. He didn't get much sleep over the night anyway. His body was covered in his cold sweat.

"The door was open. I thought you might be up. I didn't know you were still sleeping, sorry." Courtney saw that there was something wrong with him. "Are you sick?" She knew that if there was something wrong with him then it was something else, but she still had to ask.

Damian shook his head, "I'm fine, Aunt Courtney."

"You're covered in sweat."

"I know..."

"Damian..."

"I didn't sleep very well, okay?" He raised his voice at her, even though he didn't really mean to sound so mean. He knew that it sounded very bad, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"It's okay, I didn't sleep that great as well," She admitted. "I was spending so much time just making sure that Jason was okay."

"Is he?" Damian wondered. "Uncle Jason didn't have anything happen to him, right?"

"He's fine, thanks to you."

Damian shook his head, "I didn't do anything. Besides, dad could have taken that bullet out of him if I wasn't around."

"He depended on you," Courtney said. "Both Sonny and Jason looked to you in order to help Jason, and you did. I'll be grateful for the help you gave my husband."

"He's family, you don't owe me anything."

"Do you always have to be so modest?"

"I grew up in a very traditional Mexican-American family, it's what we do."

"I'm glad that you grew up where you did, with who you did," Courtney said. "If you had been with some other family... if you had been raised by Sonny..."

"You think I would have become like him if I was around him growing up?"

Courtney was silent for a brief moment. "I don't really know. I'm just worried about a lot of things. Jason's gotten shot before, but it still gets so hard to accept it, because every time that he gets a bullet in him I know that its just something that brings him one step closer to being away from me forever. One day he's not going to be coming home, and I can't accept that."

"But you won't try and let him change who he is, either."

She shook her head, "I don't want him to be someone that he isn't. I told him that I would never try to shape him the way that the Quatermaines' did when he was still with them. I intend on keeping that promise."

"Even if it brings you nothing but worry?" Damian asked.

"It's my choice."

"You have the choice of walking away."

"Are you suggesting that I leave my husband?"

"Of course not, I see how much you love Uncle Jason and even though he might not show it very often, I know that he loves you, too. But I also know that I don't want either of you to be unhappy." Damian put a hand on Courtney's arm, "And you look unhappy right now."

"Why are you worrying about me?" She smiled. "You've got so many problems of your own at the moment and the first person that you care about isn't yourself."

"My family is more important than the problems that I'm going through. Always have been, always will be.'

"I'll be fine, but I'm still worried about you."

Damian turned away, "I shouldn't have been so stupid."

"What do you mean? How were you stupid?"

"They know that I was there, Aunt Courtney," Damian knew that she knew by now, but he told her again anyway. "And if they knew I was there they can bring dad down through me."

"He'll find a way to get you cleared, you weren't guilty."

"But what if he can't?" Damian asked. "What if it ends up that dad can't solve everything?"

The cell phone on the counter rang. Damian looked at the caller ID. It was Maxie.

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