Chapter 4 Welcome to Port Chuckles Harry Morgan!
The Port Charles Airport was quiet. There weren't many people there that late on a Friday night to see the two men and the boy in the wheelchair move through the terminal and out the door. Johnny was standing next to the limo waiting for his boss. His eyes widened when he saw the kid in the wheelchair. Sonny had told the guard that Jason had adopted a new son, but he had been told that the boy was fourteen. This kid looked no older than ten!
Johnny ignored his surprise and opened the door to help his boss load the paralyzed teen in the car.
The raven-haired boy looked up nervously at the large stranger.
Sensing his discomfort, Jason knelt down next to the chair. "Harry, I'd like you to meet Johnny. Johnny is a guard who works for me. He'll sometimes help out David when we need more people somewhere. He also guards outside the penthouse where we will be living, so you'll see him often."
Harry smiled timidly up at the intimidating man. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir." He said softly.
"Call me Johnny." He replied with a wink and a grin. "Only people I don't like call me 'Sir'."
Johnny was rewarded with a real smile. With those eyes and that shy look Johnny knew that the women in his boss's life would be falling all over themselves wanting to take care of this kid – well maybe not Courtney. None of the guards could stand the obnoxious blonde and they were all dreading the day she became Mrs. Jason Morgan. Johnny was of the opinion that this was their punishment for sins committed in the line of duty.
Johnny shook himself out of his musings and turned his attention to the other man. He nodded at the new guard and collapsed the wheelchair to store in the trunk before he climbed behind the wheel and headed towards Harborview Towers.
As he was driving, Johnny glanced in the rearview mirror to see Harry watching out the window avidly. He listened as Jason pointed out many of the sights and buildings that they passed. It was easy to see that Harry was fascinated by the new environment. He remained wide-eyed even as they pulled into the garage below the Towers. The new guard, Johnny had learned his name was Scorpio, got out of the car and glanced around before nodding at Jason. Johnny's boss scooted out and then reached back in to pick up his son while Scorpio pulled the wheelchair out of the trunk and expanded it back to size.
Once Harry was comfortable in the chair, the three new arrivals went into the building while Johnny parked the car. The guard hurried. He was curious about the little whining blonde's reaction to meeting her future son.
It was in the elevator that something important was discovered about Harry – he was claustrophobic. Jason knelt next to him and whispered soothingly in his ear as the elevator made its way to the top of the building. All three were relieved when the elevator chimed and the doors opened. Jason wheeled Harry into the hallway as quickly as possible. He paused there for a moment so that Harry could catch his breath.
"I don't understand. Tight places never bothered me before." Harry announced with a shake of his head.
Scorpio shrugged. "You're tired, you've been traumatized in the last few days, you're in a new country with a new father and you're about to meet the woman that your father is going to marry. You have a right to feel closed in right now, and I'm guessing that was your first trip in an elevator."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I've never been anywhere that they had one before."
Jason patted his shoulder. "You'll get used to it, and if you don't I'll just carry you down the stairs." He declared.
Jason stood up and pushed the wheelchair towards where the penthouses were. Francis was standing in the hallway watching the trio curiously. Johnny had told him about the newest Morgan, and Francis was wondering if he had heard the age wrong. Of course thinking about why he was in that wheelchair made him sick. No kid deserved that kind of violence.
"Francis, I'd like you to meet my son Harry." Jason introduced the boy.
Francis smiled down at the nervous teen. "It's nice to meet you. Let me know if you need anything and I'll take care of it." He told him.
Harry smiled timidly. "Thanks. It's a pleasure." He replied softly, intimidated by the large man. Was every man in this town so huge?
Jason smiled down at his son and then looked up at the guard. "This is also David Scorpio. He's Harry's private guard and in charge of his security. One other new guard is coming in tomorrow. There will be times that you work in tandem."
Francis nodded and shook David's hand. "Look forward to working with you." He said, seeing that Jason found him trustworthy. He was curious about the guy that shared a last name with the Port Charles police commissioner.
Scorpio returned the greeting. "I'd like to sit down with you sometime and get the lay of the land." He replied.
"No problem. We'll have coffee at Kelly's." Francis agreed.
David grinned. "Ah yes, Kelly's." He muttered. He remembered that was where Elizabeth worked.
Jason wheeled Harry up to the penthouse door and opened it before pushing him into the room. David followed them in and stood next to the door. He would let Harry get acclimated and then there were a couple of safety measures he needed to take before he found somewhere to bed down for the night.
Jason looked around his home. The workers had been there. There were only a few obvious changes – a ramp ran up beside the widened stairs, the doorways were larger, and he could see through the door to the kitchen that the sink had been lowered. Jason didn't usually have much use for money, but it was nice to have enough to hire as many workers as he needed to get this done in a day.
Harry was looking around the room. It was nice. Not as opulent as Hogwarts, or as sterile as Privet Drive. There was a couch in front of a fireplace, a desk next to the front door and some art on the walls. Harry hated the art on the walls. It was just a bunch of squiggly lines like you would see a two-year-old draw. It wasn't actually a picture of anything. It was just the sort of thing his aunt would have liked. What he did think was great though, was the billiards table. He studied it for a moment and realized that it had been cut down so that he could reach to play.
Jason was glad to see the happiness on Harry's face.
"It's brilliant." Harry grinned up at his father. "Will you teach me to play billiards?"
The new father nodded. "I intended for us to play together."
Jason ruffled his son's hair and pushed him farther into the room. They were interrupted by the arrival from the stairs. Harry watched a blonde woman come down. She was wearing an expensive silk robe and not much else – he gulped, uncomfortably lowering his eyes.
Jason narrowed his gaze. Courtney looked ready for a night of seduction. She was obviously making Harry uncomfortable. What was she thinking?
"Jason! I'm so glad you're home!" Courtney exclaimed, insinuating herself between the wheelchair and her fiancé so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him thoroughly.
Jason placed his arms on her hips to maintain his balance before ending the kiss abruptly. "Courtney what are you doing?" He asked coldly.
Courtney took on a fake innocent face. "What are you talking about? I just wanted to welcome my fiancé home."
Jason narrowed his eyes. "You knew that we would be home around this time. You knew that you would be meeting Harry. You didn't even act like he was in the room. You're making him uncomfortable being dressed like that, and you just shoved him into the coffee table. What is wrong with you?"
Courtney looked behind her to see that the kid was indeed sitting with his legs pressed into the glass coffee table. He was being held their by her back. Jason quickly moved her to the side and pulled the chair away. He knelt down in front of the brat and pulled his sweat-pant leg up to see harsh red indentions where the table tried to cut into him. She heard Jason swear under his breath and knew that she had gone too far.
"Why don't I go change while you show him his new room?" Courtney murmured before scurrying up the stairs.
Jason glanced up at Harry. "Does it hurt?"
Harry shook his head. "I honestly can't feel it. It's OK.
"No, it's not OK. It's never OK for you to be hurt. It didn't break the skin, but there will be a pretty bad bruise. I'm sorry Harry; I don't know what has gotten into her." Jason ran a hand through his hair.
Harry looked down at his hands that were folded into his lap. "I don't think that she wants me here." He said softly.
"She's just not used to sharing me. She'll get over it. Everything will be OK." Jason assured him. "Why don't I show you your room?" Jason turned the wheelchair and made his way towards the downstairs bedroom.
Harry's eyes widened in delight when he saw it. The walls were a deep blue with green undertones. There was a large bed that backed up to the right-side wall. Over the bed, hanging from the ceiling was a triangle attached to a chain so that Harry could pull himself up. The desk in the corner of the far wall was lowered and there was no chair so that Harry could just wheel himself up to it and start working. On the left side wall was a long bi-fold door that was opened to reveal a closet with the bars lowered to his level. There was also a dresser with a mirror that was positioned on the wall against the door. The mirror was turned so that it reflected the view from the window across the room.
That was the best part. A large picture window that started inches from the floor displayed an amazing view of the harbor below. Harry could see the lights of the harbor shining on the water. He couldn't wait to see it in the daylight.
"So what do you think?" Jason asked squatting down next to the chair.
"It's wicked Dad. Absolutely brilliant!" Harry gushed.
Jason grinned, happy to see the joy on his son's face. "Why don't I show you the bathroom? I think it's probably time to change again."
Harry blushed as he realized that he had gone and an odor had developed. He didn't know if he would ever get used to this. Jason wheeled him into the restroom and helped Harry clean up. Once that was done, he let his son look around the room. It was beautiful. Gleaming white, blue and green tile created an intricate pattern on the floor. The walls were sea green and the lights and fixtures were bright chrome with a nautical theme. There was an oversized tub and shower with the shower head lowered and detachable so that Harry could bathe himself. There was a triangle to help him lift in here as well. A small bench sat in the middle of the tub that could be removed if Harry wanted a bath or used if he would rather sit and shower. Chrome bars lined every inch of the wall for balance and support when Harry was getting in and out of the wheelchair. Every convenience had been seen to.
"Thanks Dad." Harry said softly, too overwhelmed to do much more than stare.
Jason smiled down at him. "Your welcome Harry, I just want you to be comfortable here."
"I already love it." Harry replied, tiling his head and looking up into his father's blue eyes. It's the most wonderful room I've ever seen."
"Jason?" Courtney's voice could be heard from the bedroom door.
"Come on Harry, I'll introduce you two now." Jason smiled, wheeling the chair back out of the bathroom.
Courtney was standing just inside the room when they came out of the bathroom. She had changed to jeans and a t-shirt. She was standing there with her hands on her hips. The blond stared down at Harry.
Courtney's eyes widened when she finally paid attention to her future son. Messy black hair that looked as if it had never been combed shadowed emerald green eyes that were covered in clunky glasses with black frames. He was pale – too pale with a round face and full lips. He was extremely skinny, like a twig really. He was also very small – way too small to be fourteen.
"Jason I thought you told me that he was fourteen? There's no way he's older than ten! Michael is bigger than this kid." Courtney shot off before she thought (assuming that she actually thinks).
David barely kept his temper as he heard what was said from his place just inside the front door.
Jason glared at his fiancée when he felt Harry tense up in front of him. "He's been starved Courtney. Now apologize to him."
"N – No, she's right. I am small for my age." Harry stuttered in embarrassment.
"No it's not right. She had no business talking about you while you're sitting right here." Jason stated, glaring coldly at the blond.
"I'm sorry – Harry is it?" Courtney paused while Harry nodded. "I was just surprised. Well it's nice to meet you Harry. I'm Courtney Matthews – soon-to-be Morgan." She declared proudly.
Harry forced a smile. "A pleasure."
"Oh don't you have the cutest little accent. What is it? Australian? There's another Australian living here in Port Charles. You may know him – Jasper Jacks is his name." Courtney rattled off.
Jason rubbed a hand over his eyes and tried to remind himself that Courtney meant well. "Courtney, he doesn't have an Australian accent, he's British. There is no way that he would know Jacks." He explained.
"Oh." Courtney muttered. "Oh well I'm sure that the girls will just love it anyway. It's really too bad though. An Australian accent is very sexy." She bubbled.
Harry stared at the blond in amazement. She reminded him of Lavender Brown. He wondered if there was some relation somewhere – despite Lavender being a pureblood. This was going to be his new mum? He looked up at his father in amazement. What was he thinking? Harry certainly hoped that his new aunt wasn't like this. His Dad had described her as bubbly, not Courtney.
Jason looked down and caught his son's dazed expression and felt embarrassed. He hadn't really noticed how shallow Courtney was. She had always come across as light-hearted and compassionate. Jason shook his head. It didn't matter. She was going to be his wife.
"Why don't we move into the kitchen and have something to eat and drink before we go to bed?" Jason suggested, cutting Courtney off when she was just going into her favorite accents.
"Oh! Are you sure? It's awfully late to be eating. We don't want to get fat, that's what happens when you eat and go straight to bed. I read it in a magazine. All the food turns straight to fat." Courtney rambled as she led the way into the kitchen.
"I'm not overly worried about it, and Harry needs to eat so that he can take his medication." Jason interrupted another rant.
"Oh! Of course! And Harry definitely needs to put on some weight. Maybe he should just eat right before he goes to bed all the time." Courtney suggested, sitting down at the table.
Jason pushed Harry up so that he could sit at the table as well. David just followed the little group wondering where the off button was on this chit, or maybe a good silencio.
Jason got to work preparing some scrambled eggs – one of the few things that he knew how to make. He popped some bread into the toaster and poured everyone a glass of orange juice. David helped him carry the glasses over to the table while Courtney just sat there rambling away.
Moments later they were all seated, eating scrambled eggs and toast. The other three were grateful that Courtney was too busy eating to talk. Soon they were finished with their meal. Harry stacked his dishes and attempted to wheel himself over to the sink. Unfortunately he was still too weak to push himself. Jason noticed what he what his son was doing and placed his hands on his hips.
"Harry? What are you trying to do?" He asked with a mischievous look.
"I was going to clean up. You cooked." Harry grumbled.
Before Jason could reply, Courtney spoke up. "Oh! You clean? That's great! We'd hate for you to get lazy and spoiled. Hmm… we should probably make a list of chores for you to do everyday."
Harry's face drained of color. It was just like the Dursley's! Soon they would put him in a cupboard as well.
Jason was alarmed to see the look on his son's face. "Harry!" He exclaimed, trying to get the boy's attention. He knelt down next to the chair and turned the chair to face him. "Harry what's wrong?"
Harry gulped for air and stared at his worried father. "No – Nothing." He stuttered. "Ju – Just get m – me the l – list and I – I'll get to w – work."
Jason looked at him in confusion. "Harry what are you talking about?"
"T – The ch – chores." Harry stammered.
"Harry you aren't going to be doing any chores. I have a maid that comes in to clean. When you can walk again, you'll just need to make sure you keep your room straight. That's all." Jason explained.
"Really?" Harry asked, calming down.
"Really." Jason confirmed. "Can you tell me why you were so upset?"
Harry stared down at his hands. "That's how it started." He murmured.
Jason lifted his son's chin and stared into those emerald orbs. "How what started?"
"The D – Dursleys didn't hurt me at first. They just made really long lists of chores. They said I should earn my keep. But then the list started getting harder and longer. One day it was so long I – I couldn't finish in before my u – uncle got home from work. I was p – punished and locked in my cupboard for two days." Harry explained softly.
Jason closed his eyes and fought to keep his temper. "How old where you Harry?" He whispered softly.
"Four." Harry replied so quietly Jason had to strain to hear him.
Jason wrapped his arms around his son and held him close. "Never again Harry. You will never have to face anything like that again; you have my word."
David gathered the dishes and put them into the sink. Then he tapped Courtney on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow him into the living room to give the Morgans some time and to have a little chat.
Courtney followed the large man into the living room and sat down on the couch. David settled into the chair to the side.
"You and I need to have a talk." David began softly as he covertly cast a privacy charm. When that was done he settled back.
"What?" Courtney asked in confusion. None of the guards ever talked to her before.
"Harry has been through more than anyone should ever have to go through. He desperately needs somewhere that he feels safe and loved so that he can heal and become strong again. He's only been here for about half an hour and you've already insulted him twice and reminded him of the monsters that he was just rescued from. You need to think about what you say before you say it. Harry needs to be encouraged and to know that he's safe. Jason is doing a good job of that, but you are undoing all of his hard work." David explained bluntly.
Courtney turned red. "How dare you! You're just the guard! I'm Jason's fiancée! How dare you try to tell me how to act?" She screeched.
David narrowed his eyes and Courtney was quickly reminded that this was a dangerous man. "I am Harry's personal guard. I am in charge of Harry's security. It is my job to make sure that no one – and I mean no one – hurts that kid. I will step in and stop it if anyone tries. So I am warning you now, back off of Harry and let him be. Don't think I haven't noticed that you have been deliberately insulting him since he got here. Jason may buy that ditzy act, but I'm not in love with you. My only concern is that kid in there who is trying to scrape together some kind of life. This is your only warning." He growled.
Courtney watched as the guard stood back up and walked back towards the kitchen. She sighed in relief when he was gone. Then she thought about the way that he had talked to her and got angry. Who did he think he was? She would just tell Jason how he talked to her and Jason would fire him. Satisfied with that plan, Courtney bounced up off the couch and headed back towards the kitchen.
Before she could make it out of the room, there was a knock at the door. Courtney changed direction and opened the door to see her brother and sister-in-law. Courtney couldn't help but think this was a good thing. Sonny wouldn't like that Jason had adopted a kid.
"Sonny what are you guys doing here?" Courtney asked innocently.
"We came to meet Jason's new son." Carly explained quickly, walking past Courtney and into the room in time to see Jason wheel out a young teen.
Carly gasped at his appearance. She knew that he had been abused, but he had obviously been starved as well. He had shaggy black hair that she would just love to see what her hairstylist could do with him. Then she looked down into the most intense eyes she had ever seen. She thought that Sonny and Jason were amazing in the eye department. They didn't hold a candle to this kid. They were the color of her emerald jewelry, deep and fathomless. The unfashionable glasses he wore took away from their intensity a bit, but that could be fixed easily enough. He was dressed in a gray sweat suit and settled into a standard wheelchair. Oh yes, there was some serious shopping to be done for her new nephew. And that was exactly how she thought of him. Jason was as good as her brother, and any child of his would be her nephew.
Sonny stared down at the teen in front of him and fought off the memories. Sure he had been beaten and locked in a closet, but never this bad and he had rarely been starved. This kid looked like one of those starving children in the commercials. Sonny made a promise right there that nothing else would ever hurt this kid. After seeing him, Sonny was positive that Jason had done the right thing. This boy needed a father who would love him and protect him. There was no one better at that than Jason.
"Harry, I would like to introduce you to my partner and my best friends, Sonny and Carly Corinthos." Jason announced.
"A pleasure." Harry replied softly. Sonny Corinthos looked just like one of those mobsters on the television. Dudley had been watching a mob show while Harry was cleaning the room. There was a mob boss that was telling his men what to do. Sonny looked just like him.
Carly smiled. "Wow. Aren't you a looker?" She exclaimed.
Harry gazed at her disbelieving. He knew he looked horrible.
Seeing his look, she clarified. "Oh, I realize you aren't dressed GQ or have a great hair style, but you have serious potential. You are going to be a little heart-breaker just like your Dad. Oh yes, we are definitely going shopping." Carly winked.
Harry blushed. He didn't know what to think about this forward woman, but it was nicer to hear than the insults that Courtney spewed.
"Emily will probably want a hand in that." Jason mentioned wryly. He was amused to see Hurricane Carly blowing in. He was thankful that she had accepted Harry so quickly. Now if Courtney would just loosen up. Maybe Carly could help him with that.
Carly paused as she considered the horrors of shopping with Jason's younger sister. She and Emily had never gotten along, but since the brunette had been seeing Nickolas, she had loosened up a bit. "OK, if she'll agree, she can go too. I can be adult enough to get along with her."
Jason and Sonny stared at her incredulously. Who was this woman?
Carly saw their look and blushed. "Look I just want to take Harry shopping and I know that Emily will want to as well. It just seems easier for us to take him together." She shrugged.
Sonny leaned over and kissed her temple. "I'm proud of you."
"Well don't think that we're going to suddenly become best friends, but I can tolerate her long enough to shop. So what do you say Harry? Would you like to go shopping with Aunt Carly and Aunt Emily?" Carly grinned.
Harry smiled shyly. "Yes thanks. I would like to go."
Carly smirked. "And a sexy British accent to top it all off. Oh yeah, you are going to drive the girls nuts."
Harry blushed bright red.
"I'm just teasing you honey. Welcome to the family." Carly declared, leaning forward as much as she could and hugging the teen.
Harry smiled and hugged her back as best he could.
Carly stood back up and looked over at Jason. "You want to call Emily in the morning and we can set up a time?"
"That's fine." Jason nodded. "Thanks Carly."
Carly smiled. "My pleasure."
Sonny came forward and shook Harry's hand. "If you need anything, anything at all, you let me know." Sonny instructed.
"Thank you sir." Harry replied softly.
"Call me Sonny." The mob boss grinned, showing off a dimple.
Harry smiled and nodded.
Jason motioned to David, who was standing back watching the introductions with an amused expression. He was glad to see at least one woman in Harry's life welcoming his presence.
"Sonny this is Harry's guard, David Scorpio." Jason introduced.
Sonny nodded his greeting with a calculating look.
David sighed. "I'm the black sheep in a family of do-gooders."
Sonny chuckled and relaxed only slightly. "You'll have to tell me the story."
"At your convenience." David agreed, knowing it was going to be more of an interrogation than conversation. He didn't expect anything less.
The couple was taking their leave when Carly turned back. "I'm sorry Courtney. Did you want to come shopping too? He'll be your son soon."
Courtney looked disconcerted. "Um, no, I have plans already. You go right ahead. We'll have plenty of time to bond."
Carly narrowed her eyes. Something was wrong here. "Sure. Why don't you and I meet for lunch at the Grill on Thursday?"
Courtney grinned. "Yeah that sounds great!"
Carly smiled and watched her closely. "It's a date. Harry will love it there."
Courtney paled. "Harry?"
"Sure, Jason will be at the warehouse so it'll just be you and Harry. So of course Harry will come too. He'll get to meet Michael." Carly explained, getting angry at what she was seeing.
"Yeah, Harry will come too." Courtney agreed, deflated.
Carly glanced over and saw that Sonny and Jason were watching the exchange. She wondered if they saw what she had. She looked down at Harry, who had dropped his gaze to his hands. The teenager had certainly read the undertones. Not wanting him to be upset, she forced a chuckle. "Hmm… Courtney and I will certainly be the envy of all the girls with such a handsome young man to escort us." She winked at Harry when he looked up and was glad to see him smile shyly in return.
"I'll see you tomorrow Hot Stuff." Carly exclaimed, blowing Harry a kiss.
Sonny shook his head and grinned at his wife's antics as he followed her out the door. As soon as the door closed, Courtney turned to Jason.
"I'm tired. Let's go to bed." She declared, running her hand down his chest suggestively.
Harry's ears were red as he looked the other way. Jason just nodded.
"Sure. Let me get Harry settled and I'll be up." He told her.
Courtney gave him a searing kiss and sashayed up the stairs. Jason watched her until she was gone. Then he turned to Harry.
"Come on kiddo; let's get you ready for bed. You have to be exhausted." Jason stated, pushing the wheelchair back to Harry's bedroom.
David helped Jason and soon Harry was bathed, and after a quick trip upstairs, dressed in a pair of Jason's pajama pants and t-shirt, which swallowed him whole, and settled under the covers.
Jason smoothed Harry's hair back off his face. "Give a yell if you need me. I had the men install an intercom system so that I could hear you from anywhere in the house." He informed him, pointing out the button next to the bed.
Harry nodded and smiled. "Thanks Dad. Dad? You said that you were going to get me a mechanical wheelchair soon. But electronics don't work in a magical environment. What am I going to do at school?"
"Actually, I've been thinking about that. I believe that I can modify a wheelchair to operate like a mechanical while actually running off magic. I can also make it hover but charm it to look like it has wheels." David announced.
Harry's eyes lit up. "That would be brilliant!"
"Well let's get some rest. I'll see what I can do in the morning." David replied with a wink.
"You heard the man. Now get some sleep. I love you." Jason smiled and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead.
Harry watched his father and bodyguard leave the room, turning off the light as they went. Soon the only lights were those from the harbor, casting a soft glow against the wall and ceiling. Harry soon drifted off to slumber.
Jason and David closed the door behind them and walked into the living room. They sat down on the couch.
"There's another apartment one floor down that's open. I'm planning on you staying there. I own it so there's no rent to pay. You'll be Harry's main guard, but you can switch out with Turnpike when he gets here." Jason instructed, pulling out the key to the apartment.
David nodded. "That's fine. There are a couple of extra protections that I'd like to add before I go downstairs." He said pulling out a couple of pendants attached to leather cord. They were silver with a rune engraved. "These are magical pendants. I've keyed them to my magic. If you get in trouble, grab the pendant and say 'sanctuary'. It will activate the port key just like we used to leave the hospital. It will bring you straight here. It's the most warded place around. I have them for you and for Harry."
Jason took the necklaces and put one of them on.
"The second thing that I wanted to do was cast a few wards over the penthouse. I can make it so that any wizard or muggle that intends to physically harm you won't be able to get in. Only people with good intentions can come into the penthouse. Everyone else will turn away thinking they have something better to do." David explained.
Jason's eyes lit up. "That would be perfect."
David smiled and stood, pulling out his wand. He began waving it in a complicated pattern and chanting in Latin. Periodically, Jason would see a flash of light in a corner, but that was all. He could feel a static in the air like after lightning had struck. Then it was over and all was quiet.
Jason turned to the guard. "Thank you David." He said, shaking the wizard's hand.
"I'll take my leave now. I'll be back in the morning. Sam should be here by then as well and I'll bring him by." David replied.
Soon enough, Jason was alone and he checked on Harry one more time laying his son's pendant on the bedside table for the morning, before heading up to bed. It was nearly one in the morning and he was exhausted.
TBC…