Hello, another story from me and back (after a very long break) to come back to this wonderful fandom with a new story.

So yeah this is massively AU. I don't really have a lot of background notes in the works in terms of the timing for this story, I am going to put it about seven to eight years before the first season, also I am not an adoption/medical expert nor an expert on teenage parents in another state so I don't know how accurate this is going to be.

I know I have made Mamma Reagan the enemy in this story, I am choosing to make her the villain of this story because A. we needed one and B. She's not really a character I ever write so it was easy. I am also choosing to write that her reaction to Jamie and the pregnancy on the same day she got the diagnosis for her cancer. Again this is AU so if she is a bit OCC...believe me she pays the price later on. Hopefully this story begins to make more sense as we get into it.

I don't know when I will be able to update, it used to be weekly but that was before I got a job so...I will try and update when I can. I predict this little story will be seventeen (ish) chapters.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine.

Please Read and Review and let me know what you think when you get a chance!

AU for Trigger Warnings for Cancer, underage pregnancy, medical issues and a lot of swearing-I swear a lot in my stories so if that is something that you struggle with them please keep that in mind.

And yes...Eddie makes an appearance at some point...I just don't know when.

Spelling and Grammar are never my strongest points and so please keep that in mind as you read.

There's A Place Where Lost Things Go

Chapter 6-Life With Father

Frank is here. Jamie is here. And nobody in the room knows how to react.

Jamie was here, Jamie was alive, Jamie was back, Jamie was fucking thin.

He didn't know why that was the thing that he had focused on out of everything but that was the thing that he had focused on. So shoot him. Jamie was stick thin, his cheekbones sharp in his face his hands thin like pale spiders and his clothes old and worn. His hands fluttered near the bed and Frank tore his eyes off his son and dragged them down to the small child that was sleeping. He got a look at what he thought was dirty blonde hair and then Danny was shifting, positioning himself and Frank had to hide his wrapped and twisted smile at the thought of his eldest who thought that Jamie needed to be protected, from him.

"Dad" Joe said flatly and he was on Jamie's other side as if both boys were prepared to take out their guns and shoot him and the thought made him laugh in his head.

"Joe, Danny. I got a phone call that you were both AWOL. Wasn't hard after that"

"Lin—"

"No not Linda"

There was a pause as both boys stared flatly at him. Jamie wasn't looking at him he was curved over his son as if he was one inch away from throwing his body over the baby on the bed and trying to hide him from Frank.

"I don't know what to say" Frank said suddenly and it was true. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to day to his son who was looking at him as if he was the enemy.

"Lo Dad" Jaime said softly. "I'd say I'm sorry about Mom but I'm fifty-fifty so…sorry I didn't make the funeral. Was busy that day trying not to get my head kicked in at a homeless shelter"

Frank flinched he thought that he had hidden it well enough for Jamie but Joe and Danny both saw him. Danny's mouth curled upwards as if he found it amusing. Frank wondered if Danny had ever considered that though he did not show it, he too had been suffering in this lonely hell of his own mother's making.

He closed his eyes and breathed in and then opened them again breathing out steadily as if he had been winded by some random elbow.

"That's alright son" he said quietly. "I'm just very glad that you are alive. I didn't know you were back in New York. I hope…I know you have no reason to believe this but you were always welcome back home"

Jamie snorted. "Yeah okay" he said looking up and Frank could see the barely simmering rage that was burning beneath his eyes. "Yeah" he snapped again. "You were gonna go against HER were you? Let me back in? Let me…I SHOUDLNT HAVE HAD TO GO IN THE FIRST PLACE SHOULD I?"

"Jamie" Danny said. The baby squirmed and started fussing and Jamie uncaring of the hospital tubes lifted him into his arms and rocked him with all the skill of someone who had done this for a long time.

"We shouldn't be here" Jamie said to Danny quietly. "I know you said you'd help but you shouldn't…we shouldn't…be here Danny"

"Oh no you don't. You are not gonna take that boy and do one Jamie. I wont let you, you said you were ready to come home and that is what you are going to do. Your gonna come home with me and I will take care of you"

There was something in there that Frank knew was Danny saying firm and clear that he didn't trust Frank to look after his own son and grandson. He wondered if Danny was ever going to forgive anyone for what happened that night. He bit his bottom lip for a second, he'd sent Baker to get coffee but now he was thinking it might have been better to send her to the corner shop to get scotch. At this point the cheaper the better.

"What's wrong with your son Jamie?" he asked finally.

"Measles."

"Measles?"

"He wasn't vaccinated at birth—couldn't do it, didn't have any documents and I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that it was just the two of us"

"Why?"

"Because they would have called you"

Frank blinked and then…

"Oh"

"Didn't want Mom knowing where we were and I knew that you would take him and—"

And yeah…he was done.

Frank was not entirely proud of what happened next but he knew that if he stayed in that room a second longer he was going to say something that would make Jamie run, Jamie who was terrified who looked at him as if he was terrified. Of him…of his own Dad. Of the man who used to tuck him into bed with him when he had, had a nightmare, of the man who used to sneak him extra cookies whenever his wife wasn't watching. Jamie who would crawl into his lap whenever they were watching football or who would sit at his desk and colour whenever he came to work.

Jamie…who was alive after Frank had thought he was dead.

Jamie who would have rather raised that boy on the streets than call him.

He turned and walked out slamming the door shut and throwing his overcoat to the floor. Mary had bought him that and now it was taking all of his not so considerable tension not to stomp on it like some petulant child.

"Dad?"

"Daniel not now"

But Danny was never one to back down from a fight.

"Dad—"

"Were you gonna tell me he was back? Was there some kind of plan in place between the three of you? What was it? You were gonna let me think he was dead when in reality he was what? TWO STREETS AWAY? STATEN ISLAND? TO SAY NOTHING OF ERIN AND POPS AND—"

"IT HADNT GOT THAT FAR!" Danny yelled and then he took a deep breathe.

"Dad" he said normally. "It didn't get that far. I've spent the better part of half an hour trying to convince him that were not gonna steal Harrison off him, it took me twenty minutes to get him to come home with me and I haven't even gotten into the hot topic that is Mom with him because he looks—Jesus—he looks like he is about to bolt everytime he hears something he doesn't like. I don't know if he's ever gonna be okay. At this point I'm glad there's no drugs and there's no pimp but he is scared. Not of being on the street but of us and I don't know how to handle this, but right now Joe is in there convincing him that your not calling CPS on him."

"I wouldn't do that"

"I know that, you know that, Jamie…it's hard for him Dad. Mom…the sheer damage that she has done is phenomenal. And I've tried before you start to explain about the cancer but seeing as that bullshit doesn't wash with me it sure as shit doesn't wash with him. I'm working in the dark here just as much as you are. And no…right now I don't trust him with you. So he's gonna come home with me and Linda where we can get the baby healthy and him healthy and then we can take it from there. You wanna make this easier? Find a way for him to get through this without being in front of a family court judge."

Frank breathed staring at Danny and then.

"You should have called me."

"Fat change"

"You don't trust me with him"

"Would you?"

"Danny—"

"Dad—we gotta do this at his pace. You know it. You wanna call Pops go ahead, you wanna call Erin go ahead. But don't come back into that room till you got a hold of yourself. I love you Dad but right now I love Jamie more"

And with that he walked back into the room and slammed the door shut. Frank stared at him and wondered weather or not that door had any more slams in it. Wasn't the point of a hospital supposed to be that they didn't slam the door?

He scrubbed a hand down his face. He loved Mary, he adored her, missed her like a limb but right now he wanted to shake her. This had been the strain on their marriage that more or not would have ended had she not been sick but Frank right now wanted to shake her because she was dead. And here he was alive and living with the consequences of her actions and it sucked.

To quote Joe, it sucked ass.

But Jamie was back. Jamie was back and that was all that mattered. And if Jamie was back then Jamie was back to stay, Danny was right. That was all that mattered.

And then he remembered.

Harrison.

His grandson's name was Harrison.

Harrison Reagan.

Well…at least it was a nice name.

His Dad came back in and raise a hand in surrender. Jamie watched playing with one of Harrison's little fingers and then.

"Can I see him?"

He shrugged. His Dad was gonna do what he wanted anyway didn't matter but he didn't want the man to think he was stopping him from seeing his grandson. His Dad slid forwards and peered down into the bed, Harrison was awake now his eyes drug glazed from the medication but he stared up at his grandfather who stared down at him with that pensive expression for a second and then who took a shuddering breathe.

"Oh Jamie he's lovely. He looks just like you did when you were his age. He's big too for his age. Gonna be another tall knockout good looking man"

"Yeah well…at three in the morning he's not"

"Sleeping?"

Jamie shrugged. "He was okay with that. Just…the noises in the shelter. I think with each one he has to get used to them and they freak him out."

Frank nodded. Erin used to be like that with thunder and one when Joe had been small a car had backfired that had sent him running to his parents so fast he had nearly faceplanted the rug.

"Harrison's a cute name" he said looking down at the baby. "Your Pops is gonna think it was because of him you know"

Jamie rolled his eyes.

"It wasn't"

"I know"

"I liked the name"

"And it's a nice name"

Jamie was silent again and then.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me at the funeral" he said determinedly not looking at his Dad. His Dad said nothing for a second and then.

"You were always welcome to come home Jamie. I am sorry that you didn't think that you could. I never wanted you to think that you couldn't come home. Because…because whatever your Mom said she spoke for herself and she spoke for herself in that moment. As far as I was concerned there was nothing that you or any of my children could have done that wouldn't have made you unwelcome in my home."

There was a pause and the two of them stared at each other Harrison between them and then Jamie nodded.

"I don't know if I can believe that" he said finally but his Dad nodded.

"S'ok" he said finally. "I'm your Dad. It's my job to make sure that you do"

Harrison gurgled and then the door opened and Jamie watched as another pretty blonde woman came into the room clutching coffee cups.

"Three coffees one black with sugar, one latte with vanilla and one cappuccino, one mocha and the one on the end is mine touch it Reagan and you die. Sorry Sir"

"No apologies needed Abigail. This is my son Jamie and my grandson…Harrison"

Abigail looked between the two of them and then smiled. If she didn't know what was going on then she didn't show it and if she did then she was a hell quick on the uptake.

Jamie took the mocha needing the hit of the coffee and the chocolate and briefly he wondered when Joe started drinking his coffee with vanilla when Joe had always claimed he was a savoury man until the day he died.

"Man I hope the pumpkin spice stuff comes out soon"

"Gross" Abigail muttered shooting Joe a look that said she feared for his sanity.

Jamie smiled turning back to his son who was drifting asleep again. His father was watching him again with that unfathomable expression but he didn't feel like he was in danger. In fact it was actually kind of nice.

He managed a small smile and his Dad managed one too.

Baby steps he supposed. A life with father and brothers and sister and grandfather.

Baby steps.

And there you go, I will try and get another one up before Christmas.

Next Chapter-Henry comes to the hospital. Frank is struggling and Linda has good news for Jamie.