The sun found it's way into the sky of Stilwater as its occupants were starting to set out for their daily lives, going to work, seeing loved ones or causing trouble as the leader of the Saints would usually do. But today Adrian wasn't in the mood to cause trouble, today was the day of Johnny's funeral and Jasper moved in with them until they got rid of Loren. The leader of the Saints looked around as he stepped off the helicopter and took in a deep breath of the salty air of the coast. Stilwater was his home, and he was glad it was.

Checking his watch Adrian made his way over to his Bootlegger that was waiting for him once he landed. Shaundi, Peirce and, the newest member of the saints, Oleg crossed over to the Criminal that was there as well. Stepping into the car he called,

"I'm going to go pick up Jasper and maybe get some breakfast with him. I'll meet you guys back at the bridge around noon?" The three other Saints nodded as they got into the vehicle and pulled off. Adrian smirked as he sat in car, starting it and pulling off behind them.

Adrian found his mind wandering as he past the familiar streets he grew up in. Slowly as he made his way toward the suburbs expansion. Looking around he could still see where some parts of old Stilwater stood, no matter how hard Ultor tried to fix it up there were still memories. There were still sights that he could look at and see the past in it. From those blue wearing racers the Rollers to the newest gang that tried to take back the upper expansion, and the gang that hurt Johnny the most. The Ronin.

Adrian was so caught up his thoughts he drove right past the house; a small piece of it catching his eyes and making him curse under his breath and turn around. Pulling in to the driveway he took a deep breath and got out of the car to go see his godson.

Jasper sighed as his blue eyes narrowed at the blank canvas standing in the living room. His sketch pencils laying out in order from lightest shades at 180 to darkest shades at 340, and his colored pencils laying out across from his shading pencils. Biting his lip he picked up a 180 pencil and tapped his bottom lip in thought, although he still had that nagging urge to draw a certain someone who had been on his mind lately.

But then something inside of his changed, he wasn't going to draw Adrian. As he looked up he saw a picture of his mother and father together at the Stilwater docks. The sunset in back of them and the memory of them being finally...Happy. Finally relaxed and finally settled. Jasper changed his idea and started to draw his mother and father in that picture.

The hard angles of his father with his cold brown eyes and hard chin with stiff shoulders from years of gang wars. Picking up a lighter pencil he started to sketch the softness of his mother, her warm smile as she looked into his father's eyes to the curves of her body that his dad had claimed. For an hour and a half he sketched an outline as details came in from the memory of them as if it seemed as though it was yesterday. When he pulled back he felt tears prick at his eyes as he got to see his mother and father as if they were alive for the last time. He wanted this picture at the funeral he wanted it framed and at the funeral. Just as the brunette was about to pick up another pencil he heard the front door open and instantly Jasper found himself on guard.

Slipping to the couch he reached behind it slowly and quietly pulling out his father's old Vice 9 and slowly made his way to the wall down toward the hallway. The sudden intruder wasn't making any noise and that put him even more on edge. Getting to the end of the hall that leads into the main door he heard shuffling around.

Counting to ten in his head just as his father taught him, he pulled up the gun and stepped out only to be confronted with a jumped screaming making him scream.

After a few seconds he realized he knew the voice and the body in front of him,

"GODDAMN IT ADRIAN!" The teen threw his hands down in exasperation.

Adrian gave his godson an incredulous look as he was caught in the midst of taking off his coat, but was interrupted and startled with Jasper... With a gun!

"Goddamn me? You're the one that pulled a gun on me!" His voice climbing just a few notches as he eyed the dark chrome Vice 9 that was pulled on him. There was a little bubble of pride that almost made Adrian smirk. He really was a Gat.

"The hell Adrian you could have at least said something to let me know it was you" Jasper said clicking the safety on and putting it back down to his side,

"I thought you would have heard the car Jazz. What were you doing?" Adrian asked still eyeing the gun in his hand,

"I was in the middle of drawing" Adrian nodded in understanding. Jasper sighed while his heart beat slowed down and crossed back toward the living room.

Adrian shrugged off his coat and followed Jasper into the living room and sat down on the couch, just as he did when he first came back to Stilwater after the boat incident, and Jasper put the gun back where it was.

"So what are you up to Jazz?" The gang leader said looking around and not seeing anything out of the ordinary. Except a huge canvas with his friends on it. Another bigger, deeper sense of pride welled up in the dark haired male's stomach while he realized that's what Jasper was working on. He couldn't lie the kid was one amazing artist, regrettably Johnny never really saw that.

"Not much just thought I'd sketch something before the funeral." Nodding the older of the two leaned back admiring the work of art, the picture of Jasper's father and mother was sketched perfectly with the replicas tattoos and face. It looked just like them, and it was so life life. Just as Adrian remembered them. Shaking old thoughts away he looked over at Jasper who was already working on the picture again,

"Hey Jazz?" The only answer he got was a muffled 'hmm' in response, which wasn't that surprising really, "Do you want to go out and get breakfast?" The younger snapped his head back so fast Adrian thought he broke his neck,

"YEAH!"