Note: Yay! There was a Dillon/Jason moment in the show today! Granted, it
was like barely there, but, it looks like they're going to do more with it.
Fingers crossed, everyone!
Kayla- Hah, I laughed when I read your 'yay.' Nonetheless, I am very happy that you are pleased with the fact that Damian is out of jail and can now prance around Port Charles happily. He does have a very large list of people that he needs to see, don't he? Well, it starts here.
Journeylove- I'm glad that my story has been able to keep you entertained for the last couple of weeks. It makes me feel good that it can sustain interest for that long. Again, when I hear people say that they love my character, it makes me feel good. Most writers have the fear that throwing a created character (or two, or three, etc, etc) into a very well established story could wreck havoc. I didn't want that to happen, and I'm glad it hasn't. A pity we don't have mock awards for Fanfiction... that'd be interesting. Is the Carly you don't like the one in my story, or just Carly in general? I know I made Carly out to be the uber-bitch in this story, but she's since gotten a lot better, at least in my eyes. I don't have any General Hospital related fanfiction outside of this story, but I do have various other stories with various other fandoms, just click on my name and you'll get a link to the list. If any of them interest you, please give them a look. I can assure you that they will not be as massive as this story, though.
Story-
Outside the Corinthos Household-
It was just a door, a door that he never thought he'd see again. Or, at the very least, a small part of him thought he would never see it again. But, as he walked up to it, followed closely by Justus, who was instructed to make sure that Damian did in fact get home immediately after being released, he knew for a fact that he was home.
Max was standing guard, as he often did. He looked at Damian, "You're out?" He hadn't been one of the people that had stayed cloaked in the shadows watching over Damian's cell the night before.
"Don't make it seem like you missed me, Max," Damian replied sarcastically.
"I'm glad you're home, Damian," Max admitted. "Things just weren't the same without you."
"Were they better?" Damian was on a humor kick, it was the only way he could manage.
"No, of course they weren't."
"Are you just telling me that to make me feel better?" Damian wondered.
"Why don't we get you inside the house instead of standing out here?" Justus advised. "Max..."
Max nodded as they walked into the house. Nothing was different, yet everything seemed as thought it had been changed. Damian saw the couch that was still there. The couch that he had slept on the first night he was inside this house. It wasn't long ago, but it seemed like a lifetime. Nobody was in the living room. He wasn't expecting a bunch of streamers and a party in his honor, although it would have been nice.
"Where is everyone?" Damian asked.
"I couldn't call them because the service was spotty," Justus said. "Maybe they're not here."
"Leticia would be here at the very least. Maybe Uncle Jason's in his apartment..."
"I was instructed to get you out, and when you were out to bring you here. I've done my job." Justus headed for the door.
"Wait, Justus," Damian called out. "You know... I wouldn't have gotten out if it weren't for everyone that helped me. That includes you. I know my father paid you, but that doesn't mean that I feel that my debt to you has been paid."
"You don't owe me anything for the services that I did, Damian," Justus smiled. The boy was so humble, so very unlike his father. "I was supposed to defend you, I was supposed to win. I did both of those things, like I always do."
"I wish there was something that I could do for you to truly express how gratified I am for your help."
"There is something that you can do," Justus said. "You could keep on living your life the way that you are. Too many of us have gotten sucked in to the world that we lead, I don't want to see that happen to you. You don't realize just how much of an impact that you've made on the people in your life just by being who you are, not who they want you to be. If you can keep on doing that, keep on showing people that there are still honest, dedicated people in the world... that's more than enough of a payment for getting you out of the jaws of the dishonest legal system."
"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me," Damian replied. He didn't know that he could be viewed so highly in the eyes of someone who he had barely met. "I'll do my best to do what you're asking."
"One other thing," Justus was walking out of the house. "Take a shower." He chuckled softly as he closed the door.
Damian shook his head. He did need a shower, and a shave. And a bathroom with a door. All things that could be provided in his father's home. His home. He walked into the room that Sonny had given him, the room that he had left once in anger and once because he had no other choice. He didn't want to leave the room again, not until he was ready to go out and live on his own. He could have done that now, he was independent enough. Even though he had stopped looking for a job when he realized that he no longer had bills to pay due to his status as Sonny's child. He could wait a little while longer, though. He still had things to do with his family. He still had two brothers that he wanted to see grow up. A father that he wanted to actually know beyond the shell that Sonny gave just about everyone. There was so much in his life, he couldn't just leave.
Some Time Later-
He spared no expense when it came to enjoying the rare moment of leisure that he got. It was like he hadn't done anything that was even remotely relaxing in some time. That was because he hadn't really. He should have asked for his books while he was in jail. He didn't even want to think about the mountain of work that had amassed while he had been away. If one day was missed in medical school it was already bad, but he had missed a week. How could he recover? It didn't matter at that moment. He couldn't do anything about it. Not until he got back to school and checked in with all of his teachers. They no doubt knew that he had been arrested. There probably wasn't a single person that didn't know that he had been arrested. The son of Sonny Corinthos, supposed mobster, getting arrested was easily going to be the talk of the town in Port Charles. It was something that couldn't be avoided, no matter how hard he tried. He could possibly look into getting some plastic surgery, changing his appearance... he could stop hanging around the places that he did hang around. But he didn't want to change himself. He was innocent, he had been proven innocent. If people didn't want to believe that then it was their problem, not his.
Dressed, refreshed, and ready to start life anew, Damian was still unsure as to why there was not a single person in the house. He should have asked Max if they were home, but when he walked outside he noticed that the guard was not even there. He was probably doing a mini-patrol of the area. Sonny paid him to be the best and do everything. He paid him very good. Max did his job to the best of his ability. Damian knew that Max would have done something to keep him from being arrested if Damian hadn't have been so against Max breaking the law. He didn't want anyone else to get in trouble for him, though.
That left the people across the hall. He wasn't sure if they were around or not, but it was a better place to check than sitting around and waiting for someone to come in. He wanted to talk, and he wanted to go see Maxie, but he couldn't because he didn't know if she was at the hospital and he really did feel that he should have at least spent some time with his family before he went to see his girlfriend. Maxie would have understood that, or at least he hoped that she would have.
"Please be home," Damian said as he knocked softly on the door. Maybe Jason was home and he was asleep. Damian would have been waking up a recovering man, something that no doctor should have done without a pretty good reason. Because he was lonely and wanted someone to talk with wasn't exactly a good reason. He was about to give up and turn around when he saw the doorknob begin to turn slowly. It was pathetic, the way that he had an almost childlike anticipation of who was going to answer the door. He had enough social issues, being in jail for a week sure didn't help those issues any.
Jason hated it when random people would knock on his door. He didn't have a problem with it except when he had to be reminded of the fact that he wasn't as quick to get the door as he normally would be. A painful reminder of his failure. He would always get those. At least he could walk without tumbling in pain, as he had done with Dillon. A small but comforting consolation prize. Jason opened the door and saw that he was staring at his nephew. Sonny had told him and him alone of the plan to get Damian out by using the evidence that Ric got against Baldwin. Of course, Jason was doubtful that anything Ric planned was going to go as intended. But, as he stood there looking at Damian he knew that, at least once, Ric had pulled through for all of them. It didn't mean that he was going to automatically think that Ric was some great guy, the fact was that Ric was still a horrid person who needed to be stopped. Maybe Jason wouldn't make him suffer so much, if it were he who did the killing.
"Uncle Jason?" Damian wasn't sure why he made it a question. Who else could it be? Only Jason had those sky blue eyes that could peer into anyone's soul without fail.
Jason was also at a loss for words, although it was mostly because he was in doubt of Ric. "You're... out?"
Damian nodded, "I just got out earlier this morning. Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure," Jason held the door open. "Sorry, I just got caught off guard."
"You never used to admit that," Damian said.
"I never had reason to admit it before." Jason walked over.
"How's your leg?"
"Getting better," Jason sat down. "I stayed off of it like you told me."
"Did you?" Damian cocked an eyebrow, "I didn't think that you, of all people, would listen to me when I was telling you not to be the person that you are."
"It was for my own good, I see that now."
"I'm glad."
"Dillon will be happy to know that you're okay," Jason wasn't sure if the two had seen each other while he was in the cell. "He came by and told me that he wanted to help you."
"Dillon's a good friend. I would have done the same thing for him. For you, even." Damian looked around, still feeling like everything that he did was somehow new and changed. "Where is everyone?"
"Michael's been so depressed lately that they went and took him to the zoo," Jason informed Damian. "Courtney went with them. I would have, too, but it would have been too much walking for me."
"I wish I didn't have to put him through that," Damian mused. "Poor Michael, he goes through so much on a daily basis because of all of us. The least we could do is protect him from feeling the pain that comes with seeing those that you care about in trouble. I should have known better."
"Michael's the smartest kid I know, he understood that something was wrong, but he also understood that it wasn't your fault."
"Did dad tell him what happened?"
Jason shook his head, "No, he didn't. He told Michael what he needed to know. Michael's smart, but he's still too young to understand all the details that go along with your arrest and what happened that night..."
"He's going to find out one day. We can't keep on beating around the bush when it comes to what you and dad do."
"We'll get to that when the time comes," Jason had thought many times what would happen when Michael and Morgan found out about their life. About the business. About the violence. If Damian was any indication of how they would act, things certainly wouldn't be going as well as Jason had hoped.
"Is there anything that you want to tell me?" Damian asked. "Now that I'm back, and we're alone. You don't want to tell me something about how I shouldn't put my faith in people like Ric, Lucky and Mac? I value your opinion even if I don't necessarily agree with it. So please tell me if you feel I need to know something."
"I don't think you should trust Ric as much as you do," Jason said. "But I can't make any decisions for your in your life. That was the reason why I left the Quatermaine's, because they wouldn't let me be who I wanted to be. I won't try and do that to you because it might push you away."
"I can't turn my back on my family, Uncle Jason. I just can't..."
"See, I wouldn't tell you to do something that you have such a strong inclination against. If you want to trust Ric, fine, I can't stop you. But I want you to know that he has done a lot of horrible things to every single person in your family. He's hurt Sonny, Carly, Michael, Morgan, Mike, Bobbie and me with everything that he does."
"I know he's not the best person in the world, but he helped me."
"He probably had something that he knew he could get out of it. Ric doesn't do anything out of the goodness of his heart."
"I have to believe that he did it because he doesn't want to see me hurt," Damian hated that everyone, even himself at times, would question Ric like he was some unfeeling person. Ric had desires just like everyone else. "I have to believe the best in everyone. Even the people that want to hurt me or my family."
"You can't be optimistic like that in Port Charles, Damian. The people here are not going to take pity on you or treat you better because you're a nice person. They're only going to take advantage of you because of your trusting nature. I don't want you to change. I just want you to be careful."
"I'll try."
"Don't try. Do."
"Are you giving me some second rate Yoda knowledge?"
"Yoda?"
"Star Wars."
Jason shook his head, "Haven't watched it."
Damian's jaw almost dropped, but he kept himself contained. "You should sometime. Maybe we could do it together. Take a break from all the shooting and the danger and just watch a movie."
"I've got nothing but time until my leg gets a little better," Jason looked down. "Could you look at it?"
"You're asking me?"
"I trust you," Jason said, and he knew that it was true. He did trust Damian, now more than ever. "If you do become a doctor, and I think you will, I won't go to anyone but you."
"Thanks, that means a lot." Damian knew that Jason's father and adopted mother were both doctors, and while he may not have thought of them in that nature any longer, he knew that Jason also didn't like hospitals or doctors for various other reasons. It was flattering. More flattering than anything else he had ever heard before.
Kayla- Hah, I laughed when I read your 'yay.' Nonetheless, I am very happy that you are pleased with the fact that Damian is out of jail and can now prance around Port Charles happily. He does have a very large list of people that he needs to see, don't he? Well, it starts here.
Journeylove- I'm glad that my story has been able to keep you entertained for the last couple of weeks. It makes me feel good that it can sustain interest for that long. Again, when I hear people say that they love my character, it makes me feel good. Most writers have the fear that throwing a created character (or two, or three, etc, etc) into a very well established story could wreck havoc. I didn't want that to happen, and I'm glad it hasn't. A pity we don't have mock awards for Fanfiction... that'd be interesting. Is the Carly you don't like the one in my story, or just Carly in general? I know I made Carly out to be the uber-bitch in this story, but she's since gotten a lot better, at least in my eyes. I don't have any General Hospital related fanfiction outside of this story, but I do have various other stories with various other fandoms, just click on my name and you'll get a link to the list. If any of them interest you, please give them a look. I can assure you that they will not be as massive as this story, though.
Story-
Outside the Corinthos Household-
It was just a door, a door that he never thought he'd see again. Or, at the very least, a small part of him thought he would never see it again. But, as he walked up to it, followed closely by Justus, who was instructed to make sure that Damian did in fact get home immediately after being released, he knew for a fact that he was home.
Max was standing guard, as he often did. He looked at Damian, "You're out?" He hadn't been one of the people that had stayed cloaked in the shadows watching over Damian's cell the night before.
"Don't make it seem like you missed me, Max," Damian replied sarcastically.
"I'm glad you're home, Damian," Max admitted. "Things just weren't the same without you."
"Were they better?" Damian was on a humor kick, it was the only way he could manage.
"No, of course they weren't."
"Are you just telling me that to make me feel better?" Damian wondered.
"Why don't we get you inside the house instead of standing out here?" Justus advised. "Max..."
Max nodded as they walked into the house. Nothing was different, yet everything seemed as thought it had been changed. Damian saw the couch that was still there. The couch that he had slept on the first night he was inside this house. It wasn't long ago, but it seemed like a lifetime. Nobody was in the living room. He wasn't expecting a bunch of streamers and a party in his honor, although it would have been nice.
"Where is everyone?" Damian asked.
"I couldn't call them because the service was spotty," Justus said. "Maybe they're not here."
"Leticia would be here at the very least. Maybe Uncle Jason's in his apartment..."
"I was instructed to get you out, and when you were out to bring you here. I've done my job." Justus headed for the door.
"Wait, Justus," Damian called out. "You know... I wouldn't have gotten out if it weren't for everyone that helped me. That includes you. I know my father paid you, but that doesn't mean that I feel that my debt to you has been paid."
"You don't owe me anything for the services that I did, Damian," Justus smiled. The boy was so humble, so very unlike his father. "I was supposed to defend you, I was supposed to win. I did both of those things, like I always do."
"I wish there was something that I could do for you to truly express how gratified I am for your help."
"There is something that you can do," Justus said. "You could keep on living your life the way that you are. Too many of us have gotten sucked in to the world that we lead, I don't want to see that happen to you. You don't realize just how much of an impact that you've made on the people in your life just by being who you are, not who they want you to be. If you can keep on doing that, keep on showing people that there are still honest, dedicated people in the world... that's more than enough of a payment for getting you out of the jaws of the dishonest legal system."
"I'm flattered that you think so highly of me," Damian replied. He didn't know that he could be viewed so highly in the eyes of someone who he had barely met. "I'll do my best to do what you're asking."
"One other thing," Justus was walking out of the house. "Take a shower." He chuckled softly as he closed the door.
Damian shook his head. He did need a shower, and a shave. And a bathroom with a door. All things that could be provided in his father's home. His home. He walked into the room that Sonny had given him, the room that he had left once in anger and once because he had no other choice. He didn't want to leave the room again, not until he was ready to go out and live on his own. He could have done that now, he was independent enough. Even though he had stopped looking for a job when he realized that he no longer had bills to pay due to his status as Sonny's child. He could wait a little while longer, though. He still had things to do with his family. He still had two brothers that he wanted to see grow up. A father that he wanted to actually know beyond the shell that Sonny gave just about everyone. There was so much in his life, he couldn't just leave.
Some Time Later-
He spared no expense when it came to enjoying the rare moment of leisure that he got. It was like he hadn't done anything that was even remotely relaxing in some time. That was because he hadn't really. He should have asked for his books while he was in jail. He didn't even want to think about the mountain of work that had amassed while he had been away. If one day was missed in medical school it was already bad, but he had missed a week. How could he recover? It didn't matter at that moment. He couldn't do anything about it. Not until he got back to school and checked in with all of his teachers. They no doubt knew that he had been arrested. There probably wasn't a single person that didn't know that he had been arrested. The son of Sonny Corinthos, supposed mobster, getting arrested was easily going to be the talk of the town in Port Charles. It was something that couldn't be avoided, no matter how hard he tried. He could possibly look into getting some plastic surgery, changing his appearance... he could stop hanging around the places that he did hang around. But he didn't want to change himself. He was innocent, he had been proven innocent. If people didn't want to believe that then it was their problem, not his.
Dressed, refreshed, and ready to start life anew, Damian was still unsure as to why there was not a single person in the house. He should have asked Max if they were home, but when he walked outside he noticed that the guard was not even there. He was probably doing a mini-patrol of the area. Sonny paid him to be the best and do everything. He paid him very good. Max did his job to the best of his ability. Damian knew that Max would have done something to keep him from being arrested if Damian hadn't have been so against Max breaking the law. He didn't want anyone else to get in trouble for him, though.
That left the people across the hall. He wasn't sure if they were around or not, but it was a better place to check than sitting around and waiting for someone to come in. He wanted to talk, and he wanted to go see Maxie, but he couldn't because he didn't know if she was at the hospital and he really did feel that he should have at least spent some time with his family before he went to see his girlfriend. Maxie would have understood that, or at least he hoped that she would have.
"Please be home," Damian said as he knocked softly on the door. Maybe Jason was home and he was asleep. Damian would have been waking up a recovering man, something that no doctor should have done without a pretty good reason. Because he was lonely and wanted someone to talk with wasn't exactly a good reason. He was about to give up and turn around when he saw the doorknob begin to turn slowly. It was pathetic, the way that he had an almost childlike anticipation of who was going to answer the door. He had enough social issues, being in jail for a week sure didn't help those issues any.
Jason hated it when random people would knock on his door. He didn't have a problem with it except when he had to be reminded of the fact that he wasn't as quick to get the door as he normally would be. A painful reminder of his failure. He would always get those. At least he could walk without tumbling in pain, as he had done with Dillon. A small but comforting consolation prize. Jason opened the door and saw that he was staring at his nephew. Sonny had told him and him alone of the plan to get Damian out by using the evidence that Ric got against Baldwin. Of course, Jason was doubtful that anything Ric planned was going to go as intended. But, as he stood there looking at Damian he knew that, at least once, Ric had pulled through for all of them. It didn't mean that he was going to automatically think that Ric was some great guy, the fact was that Ric was still a horrid person who needed to be stopped. Maybe Jason wouldn't make him suffer so much, if it were he who did the killing.
"Uncle Jason?" Damian wasn't sure why he made it a question. Who else could it be? Only Jason had those sky blue eyes that could peer into anyone's soul without fail.
Jason was also at a loss for words, although it was mostly because he was in doubt of Ric. "You're... out?"
Damian nodded, "I just got out earlier this morning. Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure," Jason held the door open. "Sorry, I just got caught off guard."
"You never used to admit that," Damian said.
"I never had reason to admit it before." Jason walked over.
"How's your leg?"
"Getting better," Jason sat down. "I stayed off of it like you told me."
"Did you?" Damian cocked an eyebrow, "I didn't think that you, of all people, would listen to me when I was telling you not to be the person that you are."
"It was for my own good, I see that now."
"I'm glad."
"Dillon will be happy to know that you're okay," Jason wasn't sure if the two had seen each other while he was in the cell. "He came by and told me that he wanted to help you."
"Dillon's a good friend. I would have done the same thing for him. For you, even." Damian looked around, still feeling like everything that he did was somehow new and changed. "Where is everyone?"
"Michael's been so depressed lately that they went and took him to the zoo," Jason informed Damian. "Courtney went with them. I would have, too, but it would have been too much walking for me."
"I wish I didn't have to put him through that," Damian mused. "Poor Michael, he goes through so much on a daily basis because of all of us. The least we could do is protect him from feeling the pain that comes with seeing those that you care about in trouble. I should have known better."
"Michael's the smartest kid I know, he understood that something was wrong, but he also understood that it wasn't your fault."
"Did dad tell him what happened?"
Jason shook his head, "No, he didn't. He told Michael what he needed to know. Michael's smart, but he's still too young to understand all the details that go along with your arrest and what happened that night..."
"He's going to find out one day. We can't keep on beating around the bush when it comes to what you and dad do."
"We'll get to that when the time comes," Jason had thought many times what would happen when Michael and Morgan found out about their life. About the business. About the violence. If Damian was any indication of how they would act, things certainly wouldn't be going as well as Jason had hoped.
"Is there anything that you want to tell me?" Damian asked. "Now that I'm back, and we're alone. You don't want to tell me something about how I shouldn't put my faith in people like Ric, Lucky and Mac? I value your opinion even if I don't necessarily agree with it. So please tell me if you feel I need to know something."
"I don't think you should trust Ric as much as you do," Jason said. "But I can't make any decisions for your in your life. That was the reason why I left the Quatermaine's, because they wouldn't let me be who I wanted to be. I won't try and do that to you because it might push you away."
"I can't turn my back on my family, Uncle Jason. I just can't..."
"See, I wouldn't tell you to do something that you have such a strong inclination against. If you want to trust Ric, fine, I can't stop you. But I want you to know that he has done a lot of horrible things to every single person in your family. He's hurt Sonny, Carly, Michael, Morgan, Mike, Bobbie and me with everything that he does."
"I know he's not the best person in the world, but he helped me."
"He probably had something that he knew he could get out of it. Ric doesn't do anything out of the goodness of his heart."
"I have to believe that he did it because he doesn't want to see me hurt," Damian hated that everyone, even himself at times, would question Ric like he was some unfeeling person. Ric had desires just like everyone else. "I have to believe the best in everyone. Even the people that want to hurt me or my family."
"You can't be optimistic like that in Port Charles, Damian. The people here are not going to take pity on you or treat you better because you're a nice person. They're only going to take advantage of you because of your trusting nature. I don't want you to change. I just want you to be careful."
"I'll try."
"Don't try. Do."
"Are you giving me some second rate Yoda knowledge?"
"Yoda?"
"Star Wars."
Jason shook his head, "Haven't watched it."
Damian's jaw almost dropped, but he kept himself contained. "You should sometime. Maybe we could do it together. Take a break from all the shooting and the danger and just watch a movie."
"I've got nothing but time until my leg gets a little better," Jason looked down. "Could you look at it?"
"You're asking me?"
"I trust you," Jason said, and he knew that it was true. He did trust Damian, now more than ever. "If you do become a doctor, and I think you will, I won't go to anyone but you."
"Thanks, that means a lot." Damian knew that Jason's father and adopted mother were both doctors, and while he may not have thought of them in that nature any longer, he knew that Jason also didn't like hospitals or doctors for various other reasons. It was flattering. More flattering than anything else he had ever heard before.