Chapter 3 Leaving On a Jet Plane

It was quiet on the jet. Jason had helped Harry into the bed and left him under David's watchful eyes before moving to the front of the main cabin to make a couple of phone calls.

The first name on his list was his fiancé. The enforcer knew that Sonny would be even more irritated if Jason had called him back without contacting Courtney first.

"Hello?" An out of breath voice asked.

"It's me." Jason declared, sitting back in one of the leather chairs.

"Jason where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for two days!" Courtney yelled.

Jason sighed and tried to calm his knee-jerk reaction to her tone of voice. "I ran into a situation. The client was abusing his nephew. I've been at the hospital taking care of everything."

"Why would you need to be at the hospital?" Courtney asked suspiciously.

Jason took a deep breath and then answered her. "Because I adopted him and as his father I thought I should be there."

"WHAT!?" Courtney screeched. "How could you adopt someone without even asking me first? No way Jason! You can take him right back!"

"Courtney I am not taking him back. He was badly injured. He wouldn't have made it in an orphanage, and I promised him that I would take care of him." Jason replied with clenched teeth.

"You never make promises. How could you make a promise to some brat that you just met?" Courtney demanded.

"He's not a brat Courtney. He's a kid who's had no one to take care of him since his parents died. Harry was alone Courtney, his uncle had beaten him and locked him in a closet under some stairs. I couldn't turn my back on him. I care about him." Jason scolded coldly.

"Harry? What kind of name is Harry? Tell me that you at least changed his name!" Courtney grumbled, complaining about whatever she could find.

"No I didn't change anything about his name except I added the name Morgan. His name is Harry James Potter Morgan." Jason gritted his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Courtney I'm not fighting with you about this. It's already done, and it won't change. Harry is my son. Now there are some men that are going to be coming into the penthouse to get it ready for him. I just didn't want you to be scared when they came."

"Why would you need to bring in anyone to get the penthouse ready? Why don't you just let me decorate a room?" Courtney demanded. "How old is this kid anyway?"

"He's fourteen years old, and he's paralyzed from the waist down because of the beating." Jason informed her.

"WHAT?" Courtney screeched. "He's a cripple?"

"No he's not a cripple, he's just in the wheelchair until his spinal cord can recover. He won't be in the chair for more than about a year." Jason tried to calm her down.

"He's in a wheelchair Jason. He's a cripple." Courtney smarted off. "Even you should know that."

Jason narrowed his eyes at the cheap shot. "Don't ever say anything like that to him or about him again. He's had a tough enough time without being insulted in his own home. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but we are a package deal. If you want to call this off it's up to you."

"No! No, it'll be OK. I'm just surprised." Courtney quickly backpedaled.

"Look, I just wanted to let you know what was going on. We'll be home tonight. He's a good kid Courtney. You'll like him." Jason replied softly.

"Sure Jason. I've missed you. I love you." Courtney simpered.

"You too." Jason stated. "I'll see you tonight."

"I'll be waiting."

Jason ended the call and took a deep breath while running a hand through his hair. He couldn't believe how heartless Courtney was being about Harry. But he was sure that once she met him she would care about him just as much. Courtney was a really caring person.

With that comforting thought, Jason dialed Sonny's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Jason. Where are you?" Sonny asked when he answered the phone.

"On the jet over the Atlantic. We'll be home tonight." Jason replied.

"Who's 'we'?" Sonny asked slowly.

Jason took another deep breath before answering him. "I'm returning with my son and his bodyguard."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"What do you mean 'your son'?" Sonny demanded coldly.

"I adopted him. I promised that I would take care of him so I made him my son." Jason explained.

"What about his family?" Sonny pointed out.

Jason growled and his hand tightened on his phone. "His parents died when he was one. His uncle put him in a wheelchair."

Sonny was quiet on the other end of the phone. Jason knew that he had struck a cord. Sonny had a soft spot for abused children since he himself was one. "You did good Jason." Sonny told him softly.

"I promised him Sonny. I'm going to be a good father to him." Jason told his best friend earnestly.

"How old is he? And I know you will Jason. You were always a great father to Michael." Sonny assured Jason.

"Yeah, but this time Harry really is my son. He's a great kid Sonny. He's fourteen. You will really like him." Jason smiled thinking of the shaggy-haired teen.

"You said he was in a wheelchair?"

The smile left Jason's face. "Yeah, his uncle hurt him really bad. He could have died. He's healing but he had some damage to his spinal cord and the doctor said that he would be in the chair for at least a year. I've already called someone to come in and set up the penthouse for him. I want him to be comfortable in his home."

"What did Courtney say?" Sonny asked curiously.

Jason sighed. "She yelled and then called Harry a cripple, made fun of his name and brought up my brain damage. Then she apologized and said she would see me tonight when I told her that Harry and I were a packaged deal."

Sonny winced on the other end. "She'll come around. She just wasn't ready to be an instant mother to a teenager I'm sure."

"Yeah. We'll be there tonight. Can you make sure there's a car waiting? I can't take him on the bike." Jason requested.

"Sure, no problem. You said that he had a guard?" Sonny mentioned casually.

"Yeah. He's not one of ours but he has special skills that are necessary. I'll explain it to you when we get there." Jason responded.

"I can't wait to hear this. Johnny will be waiting for you. Do you want me to tell Carly?"

"Yeah. Let her know so she doesn't come over and upset Harry because she doesn't know about him. He's a little nervous around strangers and loud noises I've noticed. He hides it well though." Jason explained.

Sonny chuckled wryly. "Like father like son. Be safe I'll see you tonight."

"Thanks Sonny." Jason replied before ending the call. He took a deep breath and stood up, moving to the bedroom in the back.

Harry was sound asleep. He had the blankets covering him to his chin. His wheelchair was sitting against the wall, and Scorpio was sitting on the end of the bed watching him carefully.

"How long has he been sleeping?" Jason asked softly.

"He conked out about fifteen minutes ago. We talked a bit before then. You've got yourself a good son Morgan. Take good care of him." David informed him.

"Yeah I know. I want to make life better for him." Jason said softly, staring down at the teen.

"You already have. Getting him out of England was a huge step. Letting him know that someone cared and was going to be there for him was a good move as well. He's got a long road ahead of him. As much as you want to protect him, he will at some point be forced to face Voldemort. There's rumor of some prophecy that wizarding Britain is placing their hopes on. I don't really believe it, but Voldemort will push the issue because he does believe it. Besides it's a personal pride thing now. The kid has beaten him every time they've faced off." Scorpio explained.

"Well then I'll keep him safe and healthy until he gets the training he needs and then I'll do everything I can to help him kill the bastard." Jason growled.

"Yeah, you'll be a great father for him." Scorpio smiled. "I'll help."

Jason tore his eyes away from his son and stared at the guard he had hired. "What is your situation with the rest of the Scorpio's?"

David ran a hand along his jaw and sighed. "Not great. Most of the family is a little to goody-goody for my taste. They found me to be a bit ruthless. Of course they also know about the wizarding world, but they consider it strange and foreign. Bobby and I have been on the outs for years. I absolutely can't stand my niece Robin. I haven't really associated with Mac very much. He was the baby of the family. Next came my sister Jane who married a dentist in England and they've got a daughter. Turns out I'm not the only wizard in the family. My other niece is also magical. Of course I thought that she was just as holier-than-thou as Robin, but turns out she has a bit of rebel in her yet. You'll probably meet her. She's best friends with Harry."

Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Harry has two close friends. The rest of the school calls them the Golden Trio. Ron Weasley comes from a poor pureblood family with seven kids. He's a bit of a hot head and has jealousy issues when it comes to Harry, but he and Harry patched up a disagreement last year. Hermione Granger, my niece, is the brains of the outfit – regular little encyclopedia that one. Harry is the hero in every way. He's the one with the strength to get the job done. Despite his average grades, he's got a good mind." Scorpio reported.

"How do you know all this?" Jason wondered.

Scorpio smirked. "I was an agent for the Ministry. I was regarded as an 'Unspeakable'. There's not much that goes on in the magical world that we don't know about. Of course not many know that we operate outside of the Ministry, but I was still tired of being in England. I'm what you call a consultant now, but I'm free to live as I like. I don't agree with everything that you and Corinthos do, but I'm not going to say anything against it as long as innocents don't get hurt. I'm here to protect Harry and make sure that he is trained to face that psychopath when he is older."

"Then we have no problems." Jason agreed.

The two men sat and finalized the details of Harry's care and training while the young teen slept. Scorpio explained many aspects of the wizarding world and what to expect when he contacted the hospital in New York City. Jason informed David of the structure within the business and the city of Port Charles in general.

The men were distracted from their conversation when Harry began to moan and thrash his head and arms on the bed.

"No, no please don't! NO!" Harry screamed.

Jason hurried to his side and gathered Harry into his arms. "Shh Harry. Wake up, you're safe." He urged his son as he held him close.

Harry woke up sobbing into his father's chest. "I – I'm sorry." Harry kept whispering.

"There's nothing to be sorry for Harry. Was it about your uncle?" Jason asked gently.

Harry nodded hiccupping. "I don't want to talk about it." He whispered.

"You don't have to do anything that you don't want to Harry, but I do want you to know that you can come to me anytime to talk about anything. I'll just listen." Jason promised him as he stroked Harry's hair.

"Thanks." Harry replied, sniffling.

"Do you want to try to sleep some more?" Jason asked.

Harry shook his head. "Can you tell me about America?" He asked.

Jason smiled and nodded. He shifted Harry so that he was sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed and Harry was leaned back against his chest. Jason wrapped his arms around his son and began to describe the people and the places Harry would see in Port Charles. He told Harry about Courtney and that he would soon have a mother as well as his father.

Harry tried to hide his anxiety about this faceless person that would be helping his father take care of him. What if she didn't like him? What if she convinced his father to get rid of him? Harry swallowed hard. What if she hurt him?

"Harry? What's wrong?" Jason asked, feeling his son tense up suddenly.

"What if she doesn't like me?" Harry asked timidly.

Jason took a moment to figure out how to answer him. He couldn't say that wasn't possible because Courtney had already strenuously objected to having a teen in the penthouse. It all came down to who was more important to him.

"I promise you Harry, if Courtney isn't happy with you being our son together, she won't be there any longer. I won't marry anyone who would mistreat you. You come first and anyone that I marry will have to know that." Jason declared.

Harry craned his neck so that he could look into his father's eyes. "You would do that for me?" He whispered as if he couldn't believe that he'd heard the words.

Jason stared down into those hopeful, emerald orbs intently. "Yes Harry. You are my son. Nothing will change that. I know that we have a lot to learn about each other, but I intend to be a good father to you."

Tears spilled over Harry's pale cheeks. "I – I've never had anyone take care of me like that before." He whispered brokenly, snuggling deeper into his father's arms.

Jason tightened his hold on the small teen and held him close – both of them just basking in the happiness of their new-found family. A few minutes later, Harry smiled.

"So I have a grandmother?" He asked happily.

Jason grinned. "Yes. Her name is Monica and she is going to spoil you rotten." Jason answered wryly. "You also have a great-grandmother named Lila. She's the most wonderful woman that you'll ever meet. She's going to be so excited to see you. She can give you tips about your wheelchair." He chuckled.

"She can't walk either?" Harry was sad for the old woman that he hadn't yet met.

Once again Jason wondered how the Dursley's could have been so cruel to such a big-hearted kid. "No, she hasn't been able to walk for a very long time. I figure just when she's got you taught you'll be walking around again. She'll probably want to show you her rose garden. It's really beautiful."

"It sounds like it. What about a grandfather?" Harry asked innocently.

Jason's face hardened a bit. "We don't really get along. Before the accident, I was Jason Quartermain, future doctor and son of Drs. Alan and Monica Quartermain. When I woke up in the hospital and didn't remember anything at all about my old life, Alan went nuts. He never accepted that Jason Quartermain was gone. The only Quartermains that accepted me as Jason Morgan and got to know me were my grandmother, my mother and my sister Emily."

"I'm sorry. I know how it feels when people don't want to see who you are." Harry told him softly, patting the hand across his chest.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry for. I don't really miss him much. I never knew him." Jason smiled at his compassionate son and kissed his hair.

"So you have a sister?" Harry asked nervously. "I have an aunt?" Visions of Petunia Dursley swinging a pan at his head flashed before his eyes.

Jason recognized the problem immediately. "She's nothing like Petunia Dursley. She's only twenty-two. She's going to just love you. I didn't bother buying you clothes before we left because I know that she's going to want to take you shopping immediately. She and her best friend Elizabeth are also junk-food addicts. They'll be trying to fill you up with their special chocolate milkshakes and hot chocolates."

"Who's Elizabeth?" Harry asked innocently.

"Elizabeth Webber has been Emily's best friend since they were in school together. Elizabeth is an artist. She has a studio apartment that she stays in and paints. She also works as a waitress at a diner called Kelly's. She loves to ride motorcycles fast and sees beauty in everything."

"Is she your friend too?" Harry asked innocently. Lord this kid was perceptive.

"There's no words for what I feel. She saved my life once and we became good friends. We've had some major disagreements and so we haven't really talked much anymore." Jason explained sadly.

"I'm sorry. I had the same problem with my friend Ron. He was jealous because he thought that I entered myself in a tournament at school. He wouldn't talk to me for months. It was awful. He was my best mate, my first friend and he wouldn't have anything to do with me because he thought that I had lied to him." Harry sighed.

"So what happened?" Jason asked seeing the similarity.

"I faced a dragon and he realized that our argument wasn't as important as our friendship. I was scared that I'd lost him, but he finally started talking to me. He told me later that he had wanted to talk to me before then, but he was scared I would turn him away. Silly really, you don't turn away your best mate when he tries to apologize." Harry shrugged.

Jason was quiet as he thought about what his son said. He wondered if Elizabeth was waiting for him to come to her or if she still wanted nothing to do with him. He knew that Courtney would be furious and jealous if he started talking to Elizabeth again, but he missed his friend.

By the time Jason came out of his musings, he realized that Harry was asleep in his arms. Smiling down at his son, he relaxed back and decided to stay where he was rather than shift Harry and take a chance on waking him. They remained that way until the jet landed in Port Charles.

Earlier, at Harborview Towers…

Sonny hung up the phone and turned to see his pregnant wife coming down the stairs.

"I swear you need to put a bathroom on the first floor Sonny. I almost didn't make it this time." Carly grumbled, flopping on the couch.

Sonny grinned and walked over to sit next to her. "I'll get some men on it." He promised.

Carly rolled her eyes. "Right. Who was on the phone?"

"Jason. He's on his way home and should be here tonight." Sonny informed her.

Carly's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great. Courtney has been a bear to live with lately. All she does is ask when Jason's coming home – like I'm her personal secretary or something."

Sonny chuckled nervously. "Well I don't think she's going to act all thrilled when he gets here."

"What do you mean?" Carly asked, narrowing her eyes at her husband.

"There was an incident in England. Jason rescued an abused teenager from his aunt and uncle." Sonny began.

"So? Jason does stuff like that all the time. Why would Courtney have a problem with it?" Carly shrugged.

"Well she's not too pleased that he adopted the kid and he's bringing him home." Sonny rushed out.

The shock on Carly's face would have been funny if he hadn't been so worried about the eruption to follow.

"HE WHAT?"

Sonny gulped. "The kid had nowhere to go. He was injured pretty badly by the uncle and Jason had promised the boy that he would take care of him. Jason translated that to mean as his son."

"How old is he and what kind of injuries?" Carly asked.

"He's fourteen and he's temporarily paralyzed from the waist down." Sonny told her, upset at the memories it brought up.

"That poor kid." Carly breathed.

"Yeah. Jason is having the penthouse refurbished and handicap accessible. Harry will be in the chair for at least a year." Sonny went on.

Carly's eyes filled with tears. She covered her extended belly protectively. "I couldn't imagine something like that happening to our baby – or Michael."

"I know. Jason said that he was beaten so badly that it damaged his spine." Sonny informed her.

Carly laid her head on her husband's chest and accepted his comfort when he wrapped his arms around her. "Well he's away from there now. We both know how good of a father Jason can be. Harry will get all the love he can handle." She said with conviction.

Sonny kissed his wife on the top of her head. "Yes, we'll make sure he wants for nothing. He's not alone anymore."

Carly tilted her head up and looked into her husband's eyes. "Neither are you." She whispered.

Sonny lips devoured Carly's before pulling away. "I know." He told her sincerely.

TBC...