A/N: No prompt today, but a filler of sorts for the Montreal bombing (apparently, I'm on a Jason/Elizabeth kick). I thought Jason could use a little more guilt than he got in the episode.
Jason McCord was excited. And nervous. And thrilled. The girl he loved finally wanted to take their relationship to the next level. As he took Piper into his arms, his world faded into pure bliss of excited reds and calm blues.
Later, he wouldn't remember the exact details, but he would remember the feeling of peace and pure love he'd seen reflected in Piper's eyes.
As he lay in the afterglow, he drifted off into a peace so deep that he didn't, couldn't hear anything. Not even the explosion that rocked the hotel.
Elizabeth was frantic. Her heart was beating out of her chest and all she wanted was her little boy in her arms.
DS agents kept trying to corral her into the building (she'd run toward the blast, toward where Jason and Piper said they'd be, desperate to shield them from harm), but she kept jerking her shoulders and pulling herself free from their grasp. She didn't see the other bomber until it was too late. The last word on her lips was her son's name, and then she knew no more.
Jason was shaken awake by Piper. He awoke lazily before he registered her panic. They'd been asleep for hours. No one had seemed to find them. No one had seemed to wonder where they'd run off to. That in itself was strange.
They'd pulled themselves out of bed and into proper clothes and found themselves running down the hallway.
He wasn't sure how long they'd run, but Jason found himself at the front of the building. Broken glass was everywhere. And smoke. And a lot of people. But there was one person in particular he wasn't seeing. The one person he had most wanted to see. She was nowhere to be found, until suddenly, he found himself staring at her face. Her blue eyes were still open, but unseeing. Her blonde hair was matted and bloody. Her face was scraped, scratched, and burned. He hit his knees beside her and wept.
A scream tore through the McCord house. Jason sat up, panting heavily. His leftover ice cream from his binge with Stevie lay melting on the floor. He was about to try to calm down enough to try to lie down again, but before he could, a figure appeared in the doorway.
"Jace?"
He looked up at her and saw her blonde hair and her vibrant blue eyes and the concerned look on her face and he just...
He held his arms out to her and she hugged him instantly.
"Stevie told me about Piper. Son, I am so sorry."
There was something in her voice... that true compassion she reserved only for her children that had him burying his head in her shoulder.
"Jace? Are you okay?"
He stayed there for a while, not answering, just reveling in the fact that she was still there to comfort him over a broken heart. He didn't even feel his eyes start to drift closed.
He'd tell her about his nightmare in the morning. Where she'd totally chase it away with one of her magic hugs.