Night, Corinthos Household-
Sonny was in a unique predicament, torn between two sides of what made him the person he was, what made him a father. One on side he wanted to be looking for Damian, scouring the town for any trace of his boy, but on the other hand he had a responsibility to his family that was safe. Carly wanted him to stay at the house. Michael, although he never said anything, wanted the same, Sonny could tell. It was with much resistance on his part that he managed to stay at the penthouse, calling every other minute for an update and finding that he wasn't going to get any from the people he had out on the field. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He paid the people he had working for him to be the best and they weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing. How could they not find his son? How could it be possible not to know who he was? Sonny could sense his boy from a mile away... Damian just gave off something that made people know he was there. Damian was probably aware of that fact, yet he remained as humble as he ever was. He had charisma, he was the type of person who could inspire other people, a natural born leader... much like Sonny. Damian, however, didn't want to be that kind of person. He didn't want to lead people, he just wanted to help them. He'd make a good doctor if he ever got that far.
Jason opened the door and walked in. He was limping again, mostly because he was putting too much pressure on his leg going everywhere looking for answers and not coming up with any.
Sonny gazed over, "You okay?"
"Just need a minute to put my leg up," Jason moved to the couch and put his foot on the couch, breathing in relief as the pressure came off. "I should have been healed by now."
"Jason, it's barely been a week. I'm as astonished as anyone that you managed to get as far as you did in the healing process within such a short time, but you're pressing yourself too hard now..."
"What are you saying?" Jason wondered.
"Maybe you shouldn't be going out and looking for them..."
"No," Jason was opposed to the idea. "Sonny, you can't keep me from looking for Courtney."
"Are you going to disobey an order?"
"I am if you try and stop me from protecting my wife," Jason stated. "Sonny, a lot of times I just roll with your ideas even when I don't agree with them personally, but if you try and keep me and Courtney separated, you're going to find that you won't have the success that you want. You should have learned the first time you tried to keep us apart, it just doesn't work."
Sonny grinned, "I tried too hard, didn't I?'
"Yes," Jason remembered how fiercely opposed Sonny was to his right hand man dating his baby sister. Jason and his mentor did battle, but in the end it was Sonny who conceded.
"Fine," Sonny began, "if you're so intent on helping me rescue them I need to make sure that you're not going to do anything stupid. If you're too hurt to go on don't try and be the hero again, Jason. I couldn't stand to lose you just to get them back, and they'd never forgive themselves for being the ones that caused you to die."
"I make my own choices."
"We wouldn't see it like that," Sonny admitted. "You'd be gone to us, that's all that we would see. It would destroy Carly, I know it would. You know it would, too."
"Carly clings on too easily," Jason muttered.
"She doesn't have many people that she can depend on, Jason. And none of the people that she can depend on, not even me, are as reliable as you are."
"If I think it's too much... I'll step out," Jason finally agreed. "But I'm not making any promises. If I see Courtney, I'm going to make sure that I get her out."
Sonny sighed. He appeared to have gotten as far with Jason as he was going to get. "Where were you?"
"I went back to Ric's old house..." Jason said. "Even though I don't think that he had anything to do with it, I still had to check the panic room, just in case."
"And?"
"I didn't find anything," Jason answered, the tinge of sadness not at all being hidden by his voice. He was sad that his search had come out without a single result. He wanted something, a hint.
"So Ric's probably not to blame."
"I don't think he had anything to do with it anyway," Jason hated saying those words, but it was how he felt. "I think he would know that he would be putting any possibility that he had with Elizabeth in danger if he tried to do something like that."
"You think that she's the one person that could get him to stop?"
"He loves her," Jason began. "She loves him, too. I don't understand why, but she does."
"Do you ever think that you pushed her into that relationship?"
Jason shook his head, "I tried to keep her as safe from this as I could. But we all know how impossible it is to keep everyone safe when we're involved in the life that we're in."
"As much as we try..." Sonny said softly.
"There's nothing that we can do..." Jason continued.
"Where the hell are they?" Sonny asked himself, slamming his fist into the liquor cabinet. The vibration from the pound caused one of the glasses to shake off of the counter and fall to the ground. It crashed against the ground and shattered into a multitude of pieces. "Damn," Sonny hated it when he lost his temper, it almost always ended up with a higher bill for glasses.
"Sonny," Jason knew what was going to happen. "Don't lose it..."
"I haven't had 'it' for a long while, Jason," Sonny said. "I've managed to keep it together through some small miracle, but I'm running out of miracles now, aren't I?"
"I'm worried, too, but I'm managing to keep myself somewhat stable."
"Right," Sonny began "because we can't expect you to pretend like you feel something..." Sonny looked over at Jason. He could tell that he had hurt his friend. "I'm sorry, Jason, I'm just lashing out at anything that gets in my way."
Jason got up, "If you need me..."
"Jason..."
"Sonny, I'm not going to stand around here and pretend like I don't get affected by the words that you throw around," Jason got up, ignoring his pain. "I know how you're feeling, regardless of if you want to believe me or not, but I would never actually insult you in such a manner that would imply that you don't care, regardless of how idiotic your actions can get at times." Jason closed the door and began to walk over to his penthouse. He didn't like being angry at Sonny, he knew that it wasn't Sonny's fault that everything was in shambles, but he wasn't going to stand around and be belittled.
When he opened the door to his house, he saw Dillon on the couch. Jason sighed. He wanted to be alone, but since he had found himself with a new charge, that didn't seem like it was going to be something that was going to happen.
Dillon looked over, "Don't you have a television?'
"No," Jason said.
"You don't watch tv?"
"I don't like television."
"Not even movies?'
"Not even movies."
Dillon was shocked. Someone who detested movies? How could they be related? How could a human being hate movies? It was like the most heinous crime in the world had been committed. "My God, Jason..."
"What?" Jason wasn't in the mood to play games with Dillon.
"You're the only person I know who doesn't like movies... I'm just trying to understand it..."
"Better people than you have tried to understand me and failed," Jason quipped.
"Hey... no reason to take my head off..."
Jason thought about it and realized that he was doing the same thing that Sonny was doing to him, only to Dillon. Jason immediately felt a tinge of grief. "I'm sorry."
Dillon noticed that the limp had returned. He got up, "You need some help?" Dillon suddenly realized how stupid the question was. "Right, sorry, I forgot, you don't accept help from anyone."
"I accept help from Courtney."
"Yeah, but that's because she loves you."
"And I love her."
"I never doubted that you loved her," Dillon watched Jason. Even if he didn't want Dillon's help, Dillon was going to give it if he felt that Jason needed it.
"Some people do..."
"Who?"
Jason was quiet. He didn't want to tell Dillon anything. Dillon was a member of the household, but he wasn't a member of the family.
Dillon, on the other hand, was running through his mind the people that would make such a claim against Jason. It couldn't have been Carly or Michael, and they were really the only people that Jason talked to outside of... "Sonny?"
Jason looked up, even though he didn't want to. Dillon was right.
"Look, Jason... I know that Sonny can be a passionate person when he gets angry, but you can't let anything that he says, especially right now when he's acting so scared and vulnerable get to you." Dillon played the role of the compassionate cousin. "I've seen you and Courtney together, Jason. I know that you two love each other. I wonder if Georgie and I will ever have the same kind of love that the two of you have, because that's the kind of love that I want. One that's unconditional, one that is always good."
"You think we have that?"
"Yeah," Dillon said. "Seriously, I've never seen anybody act the way that you two act. It's like the world doesn't even begin until the two of you are together. How do you do that? I mean, I know that Courtney doesn't like what you do, but she still manages to ignore all of that and just be happy that she's with you. It's amazing."
"Courtney's an amazing person," Jason said, putting himself on one of the chairs. "And I failed her."
"You couldn't have known that anything was going to happen..."
"But I should have known."
"You're not psychic."
"I still should have known."
"Jason... I want to help."
"No," Jason opposed the idea right away. "Didn't Carly tell you that you couldn't put yourself at risk? You're supposed to stay here."
"Jason, I feel useless."
"You're not useless, Dillon."
"Then let me help!" Dillon begged. "I want to help Damian because he's my friend, and I want to help Courtney because I owe her for letting me stay here..."
"I can't let you do that," Jason said. "And I'm your guardian now, aren't I?"
"I guess..." Dillon didn't think of Jason as his guardian until that moment, but he was the guy that would look over Dillon in case anything happened, so it was true.
"And I'm telling you not to do anything, just stay here and don't even go to school."
"Maybe..."
"Dillon," Jason cut in, "why don't you get some rest? I'd really like to be alone right now."
"Jason..."
"Dillon!" Jason yelled. "Do it, please."
"Okay..." Dillon got up and walked to the guest room, closing the door behind him. Dillon was angry, he wasn't being useful at all, he hated feeling useless.
Sonny was in a unique predicament, torn between two sides of what made him the person he was, what made him a father. One on side he wanted to be looking for Damian, scouring the town for any trace of his boy, but on the other hand he had a responsibility to his family that was safe. Carly wanted him to stay at the house. Michael, although he never said anything, wanted the same, Sonny could tell. It was with much resistance on his part that he managed to stay at the penthouse, calling every other minute for an update and finding that he wasn't going to get any from the people he had out on the field. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He paid the people he had working for him to be the best and they weren't doing what they were supposed to be doing. How could they not find his son? How could it be possible not to know who he was? Sonny could sense his boy from a mile away... Damian just gave off something that made people know he was there. Damian was probably aware of that fact, yet he remained as humble as he ever was. He had charisma, he was the type of person who could inspire other people, a natural born leader... much like Sonny. Damian, however, didn't want to be that kind of person. He didn't want to lead people, he just wanted to help them. He'd make a good doctor if he ever got that far.
Jason opened the door and walked in. He was limping again, mostly because he was putting too much pressure on his leg going everywhere looking for answers and not coming up with any.
Sonny gazed over, "You okay?"
"Just need a minute to put my leg up," Jason moved to the couch and put his foot on the couch, breathing in relief as the pressure came off. "I should have been healed by now."
"Jason, it's barely been a week. I'm as astonished as anyone that you managed to get as far as you did in the healing process within such a short time, but you're pressing yourself too hard now..."
"What are you saying?" Jason wondered.
"Maybe you shouldn't be going out and looking for them..."
"No," Jason was opposed to the idea. "Sonny, you can't keep me from looking for Courtney."
"Are you going to disobey an order?"
"I am if you try and stop me from protecting my wife," Jason stated. "Sonny, a lot of times I just roll with your ideas even when I don't agree with them personally, but if you try and keep me and Courtney separated, you're going to find that you won't have the success that you want. You should have learned the first time you tried to keep us apart, it just doesn't work."
Sonny grinned, "I tried too hard, didn't I?'
"Yes," Jason remembered how fiercely opposed Sonny was to his right hand man dating his baby sister. Jason and his mentor did battle, but in the end it was Sonny who conceded.
"Fine," Sonny began, "if you're so intent on helping me rescue them I need to make sure that you're not going to do anything stupid. If you're too hurt to go on don't try and be the hero again, Jason. I couldn't stand to lose you just to get them back, and they'd never forgive themselves for being the ones that caused you to die."
"I make my own choices."
"We wouldn't see it like that," Sonny admitted. "You'd be gone to us, that's all that we would see. It would destroy Carly, I know it would. You know it would, too."
"Carly clings on too easily," Jason muttered.
"She doesn't have many people that she can depend on, Jason. And none of the people that she can depend on, not even me, are as reliable as you are."
"If I think it's too much... I'll step out," Jason finally agreed. "But I'm not making any promises. If I see Courtney, I'm going to make sure that I get her out."
Sonny sighed. He appeared to have gotten as far with Jason as he was going to get. "Where were you?"
"I went back to Ric's old house..." Jason said. "Even though I don't think that he had anything to do with it, I still had to check the panic room, just in case."
"And?"
"I didn't find anything," Jason answered, the tinge of sadness not at all being hidden by his voice. He was sad that his search had come out without a single result. He wanted something, a hint.
"So Ric's probably not to blame."
"I don't think he had anything to do with it anyway," Jason hated saying those words, but it was how he felt. "I think he would know that he would be putting any possibility that he had with Elizabeth in danger if he tried to do something like that."
"You think that she's the one person that could get him to stop?"
"He loves her," Jason began. "She loves him, too. I don't understand why, but she does."
"Do you ever think that you pushed her into that relationship?"
Jason shook his head, "I tried to keep her as safe from this as I could. But we all know how impossible it is to keep everyone safe when we're involved in the life that we're in."
"As much as we try..." Sonny said softly.
"There's nothing that we can do..." Jason continued.
"Where the hell are they?" Sonny asked himself, slamming his fist into the liquor cabinet. The vibration from the pound caused one of the glasses to shake off of the counter and fall to the ground. It crashed against the ground and shattered into a multitude of pieces. "Damn," Sonny hated it when he lost his temper, it almost always ended up with a higher bill for glasses.
"Sonny," Jason knew what was going to happen. "Don't lose it..."
"I haven't had 'it' for a long while, Jason," Sonny said. "I've managed to keep it together through some small miracle, but I'm running out of miracles now, aren't I?"
"I'm worried, too, but I'm managing to keep myself somewhat stable."
"Right," Sonny began "because we can't expect you to pretend like you feel something..." Sonny looked over at Jason. He could tell that he had hurt his friend. "I'm sorry, Jason, I'm just lashing out at anything that gets in my way."
Jason got up, "If you need me..."
"Jason..."
"Sonny, I'm not going to stand around here and pretend like I don't get affected by the words that you throw around," Jason got up, ignoring his pain. "I know how you're feeling, regardless of if you want to believe me or not, but I would never actually insult you in such a manner that would imply that you don't care, regardless of how idiotic your actions can get at times." Jason closed the door and began to walk over to his penthouse. He didn't like being angry at Sonny, he knew that it wasn't Sonny's fault that everything was in shambles, but he wasn't going to stand around and be belittled.
When he opened the door to his house, he saw Dillon on the couch. Jason sighed. He wanted to be alone, but since he had found himself with a new charge, that didn't seem like it was going to be something that was going to happen.
Dillon looked over, "Don't you have a television?'
"No," Jason said.
"You don't watch tv?"
"I don't like television."
"Not even movies?'
"Not even movies."
Dillon was shocked. Someone who detested movies? How could they be related? How could a human being hate movies? It was like the most heinous crime in the world had been committed. "My God, Jason..."
"What?" Jason wasn't in the mood to play games with Dillon.
"You're the only person I know who doesn't like movies... I'm just trying to understand it..."
"Better people than you have tried to understand me and failed," Jason quipped.
"Hey... no reason to take my head off..."
Jason thought about it and realized that he was doing the same thing that Sonny was doing to him, only to Dillon. Jason immediately felt a tinge of grief. "I'm sorry."
Dillon noticed that the limp had returned. He got up, "You need some help?" Dillon suddenly realized how stupid the question was. "Right, sorry, I forgot, you don't accept help from anyone."
"I accept help from Courtney."
"Yeah, but that's because she loves you."
"And I love her."
"I never doubted that you loved her," Dillon watched Jason. Even if he didn't want Dillon's help, Dillon was going to give it if he felt that Jason needed it.
"Some people do..."
"Who?"
Jason was quiet. He didn't want to tell Dillon anything. Dillon was a member of the household, but he wasn't a member of the family.
Dillon, on the other hand, was running through his mind the people that would make such a claim against Jason. It couldn't have been Carly or Michael, and they were really the only people that Jason talked to outside of... "Sonny?"
Jason looked up, even though he didn't want to. Dillon was right.
"Look, Jason... I know that Sonny can be a passionate person when he gets angry, but you can't let anything that he says, especially right now when he's acting so scared and vulnerable get to you." Dillon played the role of the compassionate cousin. "I've seen you and Courtney together, Jason. I know that you two love each other. I wonder if Georgie and I will ever have the same kind of love that the two of you have, because that's the kind of love that I want. One that's unconditional, one that is always good."
"You think we have that?"
"Yeah," Dillon said. "Seriously, I've never seen anybody act the way that you two act. It's like the world doesn't even begin until the two of you are together. How do you do that? I mean, I know that Courtney doesn't like what you do, but she still manages to ignore all of that and just be happy that she's with you. It's amazing."
"Courtney's an amazing person," Jason said, putting himself on one of the chairs. "And I failed her."
"You couldn't have known that anything was going to happen..."
"But I should have known."
"You're not psychic."
"I still should have known."
"Jason... I want to help."
"No," Jason opposed the idea right away. "Didn't Carly tell you that you couldn't put yourself at risk? You're supposed to stay here."
"Jason, I feel useless."
"You're not useless, Dillon."
"Then let me help!" Dillon begged. "I want to help Damian because he's my friend, and I want to help Courtney because I owe her for letting me stay here..."
"I can't let you do that," Jason said. "And I'm your guardian now, aren't I?"
"I guess..." Dillon didn't think of Jason as his guardian until that moment, but he was the guy that would look over Dillon in case anything happened, so it was true.
"And I'm telling you not to do anything, just stay here and don't even go to school."
"Maybe..."
"Dillon," Jason cut in, "why don't you get some rest? I'd really like to be alone right now."
"Jason..."
"Dillon!" Jason yelled. "Do it, please."
"Okay..." Dillon got up and walked to the guest room, closing the door behind him. Dillon was angry, he wasn't being useful at all, he hated feeling useless.