Hi, so here is my first story for this wonderful TV show and it is a family/fluff/angst show with emphasis on Jason and Henry because their relationship is criminally underused.

I will keep this short and sweet today, this story is only about eleven chapters and is set during the Season 3 stalker part of the show.

Trigger Warnings for medical and car crashes and blood and all that good stuff.

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Disclaimer-Nothing is mine.

I do not get PMs anymore and I struggle to get my reviews right away as for some reason Fanfiction stopped sending me email notifications (if anyone knows a way to get that back let me know please) any questions and I will do my best to answer them in the next chapter, chapter notes.

Do Not Send Us Astray

AU: Coming home from an event Henry must work through his relationship with his son when a series of events sees them in a car wreck and then promptly taken hostage.

Chapter 1-Legacy Of Terror

When Jason McCord wakes up there is a stickiness to his forehead and he is face down in gravel. Then he turns his head to the right and sees his Dad.

When Jason McCord wakes up there is a stickiness to his forehead and he is face down in gravel. He swallows feeling his eyelid battle against the urge to shut them and for all the world he wants to go to sleep but this is not his bed and there is something yanking at his chest making it hard to breathe and something is holding him back. His brain is punch drunk and he's tired and he can't get it to work and he brings up a hand and wipes at his face and starts when he sees the red painted on his fingers.

Blood.

Blood.

And that snaps him back to reality.

He remembers vaguely being in the car with his Dad. He thinks his Dad was annoyed at him and he can't remember why…it might have had something to do with his Dad threatening to ground him for not handing over his laptop, brushing aside his security with a wave of his hand and his own and telling him to get into the car because they were going to drive until Jason was ready to listen. He doesn't remember what happened but he thinks that he was arguing with the man, something about the first amendment and protection of privacy and then…

And then nothing…

Darkness.

He turns and then swallows because his neck protests at any kind of sudden movement and while he doesn't know what happened he knows that any kind of pain in the neck can turn from something not important to something very life threatening very fast.

But the second he turns and sees his Dad whatever is in his throat dies because if he thinks he feels bad his Dad looks…terrible. Jason is not sure if terrible is even the right word because he feels vomit rise in his throat just looking at him.

He scrabbles for his seat belt and he realises that he has been in a car wreck when the clasp pops open. The force of it pulls him forwards and he hits the gravel face on feeling glass and dirt hit his face. The car is on it's side he thinks and he turns to see his Dad still in his seat his eyes closed blood leaking from his head and blood coming out of his shoulder which is hanging at a very odd angle and Jason thinks he is going to be sick…he really does but right now he has to get out of the car and get help and that means that he has to crawl past his Dad and out the window on the other side and Jason's not sure if that's going to do more damage.

He pulls at his legs and he manages to move them which has to be a good thing. He doesn't know how he's managed to avoid the brunt of this but he can get out of the car so that has to be a good thing.

He swallows looking around the wreck of the car trying to get his brain to work. All his life Jason has wanted to be the adult in the situation but right now he wishes he was as young as his cousin Annie who was still small enough to turn to her Dad and pretend that the bad things in the world didn't exist.

"Dad?" he says his voice a whisper in the dark night. "Dad? Dad are you awake?"

'Of course he's not awake you idiot' comes the voice in his head that reminds him of Alison when he says something about fashion week and it's stupidity.

But Alison is not here, neither is Stephanie, neither is Mom. It's just him and his Dad on an empty stretch of road where the car has been wrecked and he manages to get both of his legs out and he swings himself out of the car his whole body aching and he drops to the ground and his knee buckles underneath him and he whimpers a little in pain and—

"Hey kid you alright?"

Jason looked up then to see the man standing there. He had literally come out of nowhere and if his brain was working then he would have realised that, that in itself was suspicious. But his brain was not working and he was utterly exhausted.

"No" he said truthfully. "I think…I don't know what happened but I know that my Dad is back in the car and that he's real bad man and I…"

"Alright kid" the man says and he smiles showing his teeth. "Let me get my friend and we can get your Dad out"

Jason nods and leans against the body of the car that he is guessing despite it being government registered is probably a write off—great the people's tax dollars hard at work—and he watches as another man appears out of thin air again and between the two of them they wrench the door open and with an ungainly flop that doesn't sound very good Henry McCord falls out of the car groaning.

For Jason who has heard nothing from his father since this whole nightmare began it is the best sound in the world and he moves to sit by his Dad's side and he takes his eye of the man who is instead looking into the car as if for something.

If his brain was working he would understand it. If his mind had been anywhere other than scattered into pieces on the floor, his eyes been focused on anything other than his father and the rise and fall of his chest he would have seen the looks between the two men, he would have seen the looks that were passed as they realised that the security that had been available, perhaps even trailing them was still far away.

Jason liked to think that he would have seen all of that. Truth is he had no idea but he liked to think he was observant enough to witness a credible threat. Unlike Stevie who had scoffed under her breath every five seconds he had actually been paying attention when his Mom's agents had tried to warn them against the threat to their lives when she took the job as Secretary of State.

He had just never assumed it would happen like this. His Dad got no security as the spouse, he didn't want one, never had and then suddenly Joe had been there and Mike and Jason had found it too strange, too off putting and all he had wanted to do was go back to how life had been back when the only thing he had ever had to worry about was grades and girls and not death threats and the FBI going through his computer trying to find…well…it wasn't like he was going to know was it because nobody ever thought to tell him shit?

There was another groan and he looked down at his Dad who was forcing his eyes open. His face was cut with broken glass too and his arm was hanging off and Jason didn't dare to look at himself more than he had to. He knew that he looked just as bad and he didn't need his Dad's eyes to widen slightly and his one good hand to crawl upwards to grip his shoulder for him to know that.

"Dad?"

"Jase"

"Dad" he said and it was with sheer relief coating his voice. He wanted to drop his head down to his Dad's chest and burrow his face into his shirt and just breathe like he had done when he was a little kid and he'd have a nightmare and his Dad had been there strong and stable and real. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone to his Dad for anything…maybe when his grandpa had died and he had realised that the relationship between the two of them was in trouble but even so…he had never really acted on his fears. It would have been the simplest thing in the world especially after the bombing, for him and his Dad to spend time together and now the one time that he and his Dad had been alone without the added pressure of Mom or his sisters or Mom's job or the constant pressure that came with security or a world crisis they had been in a car wreck.

What that said about their relationship going forwards Jason really didn't like to think.

"Jase" his Dad said again and Jason looked at him pulling his attention back to the present and he realised his Dad had been looking at him with wide eyes and Jason blinked feeling something drip down the side of his face.

Blood.

His Dad reached out one trembling hand to brush his fingers against Jason's cheek and Jason for the life of him didn't know why the man was looking at him with such fear when at the very least he was standing (ish) and his Dad was still lying down unable to get up.

"Dad…can you move…can you move your legs or anything?"

He was suddenly terrified of what the answer was going to be.

"Yes" his Dad said shifting and Jason hoovered unsure what to do as his Dad biting down on his lip and clutching his arm to his chest whimpered as he got himself into a sitting position. Jason whimpered himself when he saw how bad that arm looked and then he felt the pain in his knee reach the pain in his head and he leaned against the cold metal of the car and then…

It was a clicking sound and his Dad made an abortive gesture with his hand his good one coming to Jason's shoulder as if he wanted to push him back towards the metal and burrow him from sight. Jason forced his eyes and his mind back to the present and he turned his face to stare down…

Oh God. Literally the barrel of a gun.

He looked up to see the guy that had helped them staring at him with a soft smile that showed all his teeth and reminded Jason of the shark in Jaws just when he was about to strike. Stevie had made him watch that movie when he was five…he'd been afraid to go near the water for weeks, even the bathtub, terrified he would turn around and see a shark coming up through the plug hole.

Funny what you remembered when you were staring down the barrel of…well…death.

His Dad's hand was like iron on his shoulder as Jason looked up straight at the gun that was liable to blow his head off.

"Listen man" his Dad said quietly. "You don't wanna do this-"

"Fraid I do" came the interruption. "Orders are orders. You know that Doctor McCord"

"Then you don't need the kid, come on man you don't need my son. If you want someone you can take me, he's injured you can let him go and just take me"

Jason opened his mouth because like hell was his Dad gonna be the hostage when he was being held together by string and duct tape when the hand on his shoulder tightened to the point of pain.

Seriously did the man have mind reading skills or something? Because how did the man always know what he was about to say or was thinking? Wasn't natural.

"Fraid I can't do that either Doctor McCord" the man said and he lowered his gun for a second and hauled Jason up. He couldn't help but groan because his knee was killing him, his ribs were sending sharp shooting pains down his side and his face was sticky and dry and yet the blood kept coming down his face. His Dad watched him with something in his eyes that Jason had never seen before and never wanted to see again. It made him feel like a scared little kid.

Fuck that, he was a scared little kid.

He wanted his Dad.

The guy dragged Jason backwards and he knew he should fight, he had always been taught how to fight but he knew the second guy with the gun would put a bullet through his Dad faster than he could blink.

"Dad?"

"Jason it's fine" his Dad said as the other one dragged him to his feet too. His Dad looked a lot more stabler on his two feet than he had done on the ground but his arm was still dangling uselessly and while Jason was not a medical professional he had to concede that he didn't think a man should look that bloodless.

"Dad?"

"Jason it's absolutely fine, look man let me go to him okay, were co-operating but let me go to him okay. Please he's my son let me hold him"

Oh God Jason realised feeling sick. His Dad was begging.

Even when Mom had been missing in Iran (and yeah he had known about that one thank you Alison) he had never heard his Dad beg before.

The two men shared a look and then the one holding his Dad let him go and kicked open the door of a truck.

"In here." He said sharply. "And then you can hold him"

Jason watched as his Dad let himself be dragged into the car and he followed suit, the second he was in the backseat his Dad had his one good arm around him and Jason realised he was shaking so hard his teeth were chattering.

"Its' okay" his Dad said into his hair. "It's okay Jase, I got you, I got you"

The car lurched and Jason nearly fell over, one of the men was driving the other had a gun pointed at them.

"Dad"

"S'okay kiddo, it's okay"

He didn't know if his Dad was being brave or if he was speaking the truth but he knew that there was a panic button thing that was supposed to send security to them regardless of weather or not they wanted it and he wanted to ask Dad if he had pressed it (because God knows Jason had not) but even he knew that was a very stupid thing to do right now.

Instead he burrowed his eyes shut into his Dad's shirt and tried not to cry.

He didn't know it but they had missed security by three minutes.

But that was enough.

That was enough.

And there you are, hope you enjoyed.

Next Chapter-Henry is has to fight to stay sharp especially when he is being held hostage with his son, his arm might drop off and he is pretty sure these bastards want his wife to quit.