Kayla- I'm actually quite fond of Lorenzo. He amuses me. I mean, I don't much like the man, but I certainly would enjoy seeing him create more drama with his ways, both on the show and in the story. Besides, his part in my little drama isn't even close to being finished just yet.

Story-

Morgan Household-

Jason loathed sitting there, on the couch, with his leg propped up on the table. He loathed being unable to do his job, the one thing that always seemed to offer him a constant in life. There were times when everything seemed to be in turmoil, mostly because of his job, but he could always do something that Sonny wanted him to do and it would bring him a sense of accomplishment. Now, the only thing that Sonny wanted him to do was get some rest and heal from the bullet that was intended for him. Jason wouldn't argue with Sonny. If he tried, he would probably lose. If he tried to argue with Sonny in regards to his injury, he would most certainly lose. Sonny had a point, though, they all did. If Jason tried to be the same person he was before the bullet wound, the only thing he would accomplish would be a longer stay on the injured list. Jason had barely been sitting around for two days and it was killing him. If he tried to get up and be active again and in the end it put him on the couch for an even longer period of time... he couldn't handle it. So, with much protest, almost always taken with his characteristic silence, Jason sat on the couch and brooded.

There were so many things that were going on in his head. Everything that he could have done differently on that night, to keep everyone from getting hurt. Himself, Sonny, Damian. Jason was supposed to be the one that kept everyone together, but he hadn't done his job lately, it was the entire reason why everyone was in so much pain, because he had failed them. If he had only convinced Sonny not to go, if he would have made Sonny see that Sonny wasn't ready for what they needed to do, everything would have been different. But there was almost no way that Jason could have convinced Sonny not to leave for the docks that night. Sonny wanted to prove something, and he wasn't going to let anyone prohibit him from proving the point. But, he hadn't proven that point, at least not in Jason's eyes. The only thing that Sonny had proven was that Jason was right about the whole situation. Sonny wasn't ready. Maybe Sonny would never be ready to take on the responsibilities that came with the business. After he had shot Carly there was something different about him. Even with his passion to save his child from Faith, it could only go so far. Sonny managed to luck out with Faith, he hadn't been as lucky with Asp. Even though Asp was dead, the damage had been done. Jason thought about Damian, stewing in that horrid place that they no doubt had him in. If there was one person that didn't deserve to be in jail, it was him. Even during the time that Jason was questionable of Damian, he never thought that the boy could commit such a horrid act.

Courtney was taking it hard as well. The two of them had formed a bond that was arguably stronger than the one that Damian had with his own father. Courtney was the first person that he opened up to, probably because he sensed a kindred spirit in his Aunt that the others didn't have. Jason certainly didn't have her compassion, he wouldn't even try to make it seem like he did. Sonny... in the beginning it was impossible for Damian to see Sonny as more than he appeared to be on the surface. That had changed over the weeks, but at first there was almost no chance that the two would have had a breakthrough conversation.

Jason was glad that things had changed. He was glad that Sonny and Damian had become closer, that they had started to open up to one another. He wasn't sure how long that bond would last if Damian remained in jail. In order to Jason to do anything, he needed his damned leg to heal.

Jason looked down at the wound, the bandage that covered the puncture that had gone through his leg. He was lucky that it hadn't shattered any bone. Looking at it, being reminded of the fact that he wasn't some superhuman enforcer that could do anything and everything without ever worrying about the consequences, didn't make Jason Morgan happy at all. All it did was remind him of his failure. In his line of work, failure wasn't an option.

Jason heard some commotion in the hallway. Were the police back? What reason would they have to come back? Had Damian cracked and told them everything? No, he wouldn't put his family in danger.

"I need to see him!"

"Sorry, that's not happening," Max's voice was much more certain than the younger voice.

"Come on, what am I going to do? Look at me, I don't have a gun or anything that could hurt him!"

"Appearances can be deceiving."

Jason knew the voice. He forced himself off the couch, wincing as he tried to keep as much weight off his leg as possible. He managed by nearly hopping around and grabbing nearby furniture for support. He didn't like looking like an incompetent fool, but at that moment there wasn't anything else that he could do. Jason opened the door and saw Max detaining Dillon. "That's enough, Max."

The man stopped and looked at Jason, "You sure, Jason?"

Jason, throwing a questionable look at Dillon, nodded, "He's not going to be a danger to me."

"I'd never hurt Jason," Dillon told the bodyguard. "If I did, I'd get rid of one of the only members of my family that has even a sliver of sanity remaining, and the only one who I can look up to because he's the only one who got out!"

"Dillon, that's enough." Jason didn't like being reminded of his past, of his family. A past that he couldn't remember. A family that looked down at him because of his inability to remember what was lost, no matter how much he tried. "Come inside."

Dillon did as he was instructed, forcing himself out of Max's grip and giving the bodyguard a mocking look. Max only rolled his eyes, silently thinking 'Teenagers.'

"Thanks for saving me from grumpy out there," Dillon said as he closed the door. "I didn't think that you'd have people guarding you so much. I didn't know that you enjoyed putting your safety into the hands of others."

"I don't," Jason responded blankly. "Now, why the hell are you here?"

"Do I need a reason to visit my favorite cousin in Port Charles?" Dillon asked, that sly grin on his face. Jason wasn't buying it, and Dillon knew that for a fact. "Look, Jason, I don't know why I'm here, really. I just heard about Damian..."

"What happened with him isn't any of your concern."

Dillon shook his head, "That's bull, and you know it! He's my friend, Jason! Now, maybe in the life that you lead, that doesn't mean much, but I'm different from you and I happen to care a great deal about the people who can see past the name and the money and try and judge me entirely on who I am as a person, not as a Quatermaine."

"Are you saying that I don't have any friends?"

Dillon thought about it, "I'm sorry, I was out of line. I just want to help him get cleared, that's all."

"There's nothing you can do to help, Dillon," Jason said. "There's nothing that you could do that wouldn't put yourself in possible danger, and I can't have that."

"I can take care of myself!" Dillon protested. "You've seen me do things for people here."

"I've seen you do things that Alcazar wanted you to do for him, Dillon," Jason corrected. "That doesn't exactly inspire..." Jason put a little too much weight on his leg and stopped to keep himself from moaning in pain.

"Jason?" Dillon knew that something was wrong. Jason never stopped when he had a point to make. Ever. It was then that Dillon looked down and saw Jason's hand on his knee. He noticed the bandage. "Oh, my god, what happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," Jason tried to keep Dillon out of his life. It was the best option for both of them.

Dillon shook his head, "I've never seen you act like this, Jason. You're not fine. Do you need any help?"

"I'm fine!" Jason said. "I don't need help."

Dillon backed away, "Jason... look, it's me. I know you don't like your family very much, but I'm not going to do anything to hurt you and I can't just stand around while I know that you're in pain."

Jason looked up at Dillon. He was in a lot of pain, even if he didn't want to admit it. If he didn't have someone help him, it would only prolong his pain. Jason didn't have any other choice. "Help me to the couch, please."

Dillon knelt down and wrapped Jason's arm around his neck before picking up with a slight grunt. Jason was helping him as much as he could, but Dillon was still the one doing most of the work. It made him feel like he was the coolest person on the planet. He was helping Jason Morgan, the black sheep of the Quatermaine clan. If anything could possibly get him exiled from the family, that would be it. Dillon had to laugh.

Jason wasn't amused, at all, "What's so funny?"

Dillon just looked at his cousin, the smirk still on his face, "I never thought I'd be offering my help to you, let alone you taking it."

"Don't make it a habit out of it, Dillon." Jason sat on the edge of the couch and put his leg up again. "But, nonetheless, thanks."

"Jason... what's going to happen to him?"

"We're not going to let him waste away in that jail cell, Dillon. Sonny's not the type of person who would let a member of his family be subjected to the crooked law system. Somehow we're going to get him out."

"If you need me..."

"We don't need you."

"But if you do," Dillon repeated. He wouldn't be brushed off, not right now. "Would you please tell me if there's anything that I can do?"

Jason turned away, "I won't make any promises."

"I never expected any promises for you, Jason. I hope your leg heals."

"So do I."

Dillon looked at his cousin one more time, "Are you sure you're going to be okay? I can hang around for a bit if you need me to."

"I don't need a nursemaid," Jason said.

"Jason, I know that the hardest thing in the world for you is to accept that sometimes, just sometimes, you're not this almighty being with superpowers, but you have to accept that part of yourself. You have to accept that you're human, and you're subject to pain just as much as the rest of us."

Jason eyed Dillon, "I don't need anything else, Dillon. I can take care of myself."

Dillon didn't push the issue, "Fine. Sometimes I wonder what you were like before the accident." Dillon left.

Jason looked up, "Sometimes I wonder, too."