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 9-Home Is Where The Fort Is

Harrison is home, Jamie is home and the Reagan boys are having a bonding session. And then the conversation turns.

Joe came round with pizza and beer…and vodka. Danny liked to pretend that the vodka was for when Jamie went to bed but the reality was it wasn't.

Jamie was sat on the floor Harrison in between his legs. The baby was crawling now around everywhere and Linda had spoken about 'baby proofing' the house. Danny didn't know what that meant but he knew enough to know that it was going to be messy and involve a conversation he was not sure he was ready to have. Call him both cynical and old fashioned but he rather liked the idea of being married for a while before he plunged headfirst into the manhole that was having children.

"One large meat feast, one with mushroom, one plain"

"Mushroom?"

"Thanks Joe"

Danny shot Jamie a poisonous look. Mushrooms…honestly.

Harrison crawled over his eyes fixed on another box in Joe's hand. Danny winced. He hoped Linda loved him enough to put up with the stains on the carpet.

"Ben and Jerry's?"

"Chocolate fudge brownie for my godson—"

"Sorry who said he was your godson?"

"Oh boy" Jamie said with a grin, "You two are obsessed"

Joe shot Danny a look that said he was fighting this good fight to the end of the grave and Danny shot him one back that said the same.

"Yeah well…I thought you might want this to forgive me. Dad's on his way"

Jamie choked on his pizza.

"Don't" Joe said seeing no doubt his expression. "Don't he heard that I was doing this…that we were spending the whole night together and he wanted to come round and I…he just looked so hopeful Jamie…and Pops is out on this mission thing and I just…I just couldn't tell him no you know and…and if there is any issue then I will throw him out personally but I don't think there will be. I think he just doesn't want to be alone"

Danny chugged down his beer saying nothing. Jamie brushed back some of his son's hair and then shrugged.

"Okay" he said finally. "But were watching Harry Potter so—"

"Please" Joe said and here Danny agreed with him. "Man's sat through enough of that when we were kids—I'll go let him in—"

"Did you drive him here?"

"No he drove me. Something about not trusting me to drive a car I had fixed myself"

Danny snorted into his beer and then as Joe stepped outside he eyed his brother.

"I'm fine Danny" Jamie said not looking back. "I am…" he trailed off turned and looked at his brother. "Trust goes both ways right?"

"Yeah" Danny said finally. "Yeah it does"

It was a paradox of the words that he had said to Jamie the night before. But it was the fact that Jamie was repeating them back, that meant all the money in the world.

After all…what else was there to say to that?

They were halfway through the second movie and Frank was already losing his mind.

That was the nice way of putting it.

It's not that he didn't like Harry Potter…he'd read his kids enough of the chapters to know why and what the whole plot was and why the story was good. He had concede that it had done wonders for putting sleepy children to bed. Danny had always wanted to fight Voldemort…curling up in his brothers bedroom to listen even when he claimed he was too old, Erin had wanted to go to Hogwarts for the school. Joe had wanted to fly and Jamie…Jamie had been nothing short of devastated when on his eleventh birthday no letter had arrived. The first book had only been out at that point and it had gripped all of his children and then there had been the film…

Christ he'd spent nearly a months pay check on taking them to that film. Jamie sat almost on his lap so he could see and his father flashing his badge whenever someone dared to say that maybe his grandchildren were too young to see the movie, and maybe all that sugar would have a knock on effect—which would make him despair but there you were.

But the point was…God he was board.

He didn't get why this movie had them all enthralled. Give him a John Wayne Western and a scotch and maybe if he was in the right mood a good Cannoli and he was set but this…

That being said he could not complain really.

Throughout the entire movie he kept shooting looks at Jamie, it was odd, he had known that his boy was back, known that he was safe with Danny and he had been telling himself that for the past few days. It was amazing how bright the world looked now…Mary was still stead and that took the shine off it but Jamie was back alive, he was here he was safe and he was with Danny who would blow up New York before he let anything happen to his little brother.

And he could barely keep himself from not looking at his son. And his grandson, the two of them watching the movie even if Harrison didn't understand it, safe and sound and back with family.

His three boys were curled up together on Danny and Linda's couch. Somewhere during the night they had thrown a blanket over the three of them and Jamie was half asleep resting his head on Danny's shoulder watching the film with half lidded hooded eyes. Joe was fast asleep and Danny not much better and the baby that was curled up in his father's arms face smeared with chocolate ice cream was way on his way to a sugar meltdown.

Frank had raised four he knew what one looked like.

Eventually however the credits showed up and Jamie stood up extraditing himself from his two brothers and the puppy pile and Frank watched as he hooked Harrison onto his hip. Harrison made a grabby noise towards the half open tub of melting ice cream and Frank decided to save it before it ended up on the carpet.

Harrison was not best pleased by that one and he let out a screeching noise.

"You know you've opened the door" Frank said before he could stop himself and Jamie snapped his gaze up to him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean ice cream. Ice cream is a new thing to a baby, pure cold sugar rush. Now you've got him hooked on it. You used to cry like it was the end of the world when the ice cream spoon was took away from you"

"And who fed me ice cream?"

"Who do you think" Frank said dryly. Jamie shot a look at Danny and then quirked his mouth upwards.

"Yeah fair enough" he said with a grin. "You think either one of them is going to notice if I take this messy boy to bed"

"I doubt it" Frank said watching his two other sons, both of them had been on beer but somewhere between the pizza, the cheesy dough balls (that looked revolting) the ice cream and the two movies it had all caught up with his sons and they had both passed out dead to the world cuddled up to each other in a way that made him really wish that he had a camera.

Harrison made another screeching noise and Jamie sighed huffing a little and hitching him back on his hip as he cracked his neck to the side.

"I need to get this cleaned up" Jamie said quietly. "Linda will throw me back out on the street if she sees her house like that"

"No she won't" Frank disagreed. "That's not Linda's style"

"You like her" Jamie said. It wasn't a question either. It just was what it was.

"I do. She brings out the best in Danny and doesn't put up with the worst"

Jamie nodded. "You don't like Jack"

"I don't mind Jack"

"But you don't like him I was there for it Dad I remember"

Frank hummed. It wasn't that he didn't like Jack, he actually thought Jack and Erin were perfect for each other, they had fun together, they had careers together, they had been passionately in love that much was true but several things about them were not compatible. While he would concede that Jack would walk on nails for Nikki he knew that children had never been something that Jack had ever wanted. Jack had never thought Sunday dinner that important, had never thought of it as something that always had to happen. Jack had never been religious and while that might have been fine for most families—God knows Frank knew that Jack didn't come from the same kind of family he did, his family were unique in that regard—for this family and for Mary and his Mom…well let's just say that it had been a bigger issue than Erin had ever wanted to acknowledge even to him.

"I don't mind Jack" he said finally. Jamie raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"You…you wanna hold him while I clean up?"

Frank blinked.

"Sure" he said and then Harrison was in his arms as Jamie went and picked up carboard boxes and grabbed beer bottles.

Harrison was warm and sleepy already no doubt due to the ice cream coursing through his system. He was half asleep on his hip but Frank had forgotten what it was like, he had forgotten what the warmth of a baby on his hip was like. Nikki was now a sturdy toddler and Harrison was a light paperweight of a baby compared to what she had been at the same age.

"He's lovely Jamie" he said quietly. "He's so lovely"

"Not at three am he wasn't" Jamie said bluntly. He put down the boxes at the back door and side eyed Frank for a second.

"Can I have a beer?"

"No"

"Pa—"

"Your not living with me, your not…were not…just let me have that decision okay."

Jamie sighed and then took his soda can.

"Danny says I have to learn how to trust people again"

"You think he's right?"

Jamie shrugged. "I don't know…if you'd have told me that we'd be having this conversation a year ago then I would have laughed."

Frank said nothing and then…

"Why didn't you stay?"

"She told me to go"

"No I mean…stay in New York, there was Joe, there was Danny, hell there was your grandfather…why didn't you…why didn't you go to them?"

Jamie sighed.

"I don't know" he said finally. "Maybe life would have been easier if I had, but she was so mad Dad…I didn't want Danny or Joe to lose the family because of me."

"You wouldn't have lost the family—"

"Dad—you and I both know that it would have been damn near impossible…Mom didn't want him she didn't want him and—"

"She did"

"She was dying" Jamie said and even though the words were not cruel Frank still flinched away from them. "People say stupid shit when they are dying Dad"

"Your mad at her" Frank surmised. In truth he was rather annoyed it had taken him this long to get to the point.

"I hate her" Jamie said flatly. "I know I shouldn't say that, know that I shouldn't say that about my mother but I hate her. Tell you the truth Dad I'm kinda glad she's dead"

Frank didn't drop his grandson but it was a concentrated effort. Part of him wanted to shake Jamie until his teeth rattled for that but at the same time a part of him understood why his son was saying what he was saying.

"Don't" he said finally. "Please don't talk to me about her that way…I'll talk to you about anything or anyone else but not her and not like that"

Jamie shot him a look and his mouth twitched for a second as if he was amused by something and then.

"Fine…here's one for you. Joe and Danny have been bitching about being godfather and I can't help but think that's because they see him being baptised or what not"

"Probably"

"I don't want that"

"You don't want him in the Church"

"No"

Frank nodded.

"Okay" he said finally. "He's your son…you're the parent and you get to make the decision. That's your right. But you have to tell your grandpa".

Jamie's face creased into a smile and he held out his hand and took Harrison back onto his hip and then…

"Dad?"

"Yes son?"

"Can I hug you?"

It was such a simple question but it took his breathe away. Jamie now and Jamie in the hospital seemed a world away and yet while he had told himself that he was happy, would be happy just to have Jamie at Danny's this was too much. Learning everything and anything about his son again…

Damn, right now he hated his wife.

"You never have to ask me for that Jamie" he said finally once he was sure that he could speak.

Jamie watched him for a second with a heartbeat more of something in his eyes and then he had crossed the room and was safely in Franks arms baby and all, Harrison squawked again but Frank didn't care. Jamie was warm, he was skinny and Frank thought that under the smell of Danny's ridiculously expensive black pepper shower gel he was still smelling like him…like Frank's little baby boy who had crawled into his lap that terrible day when he had, had to accept that Leo Gaines was dead and who had tried to make it all better with his teddy bear and a hug.

"I'm sorry" he said into the mess of curls on top of Jamie's head. "I'm so sorry Jamie that you felt that you could not come to me" There was more that he wanted to say of course, more that he should say, like how he was so sorry that his wife had done this, that he loved her still and would forevermore, that it was killing him that Jamie looked at him as if he was the enemy, that it was destroying him from the inside out this living apart, that he had reached the point two days before Jamie had arrived back in New York that maybe, just maybe he had lost his son forever and that he should start preparing for the phone call that said they had a John Doe in the morgue that they wanted him to identify.

That he loved his son no matter what, that he loved his grandson no matter what. That Jamie was always going to have a father.

Jamie pulled back eventually and settled his son against his hip scrubbing a hand across his face.

"I got to get him to bed" he said jerking his head upstairs his son on his hip.

"You want to come round for Sunday dinner?"

It wouldn't be him if he didn't ask.

"No" Jamie said flatly. "I'm not there yet. Besides…I gotta go meet this family court judge next Saturday and then there's school" he twisted his face at that thought and Frank chuckled.

"Yeah that should be fun" he said even though he didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

Jamie shot him a look that told him he thought it was something less than fun but then he nodded and shuffled out of the room Frank brushing a hand down his grandson's head as he went.

"You want a vodka?" a husky sleepy voice said from the side and he jumped hands going to his side arm before he realised it wasn't there.

Joe rolled his eyes and went to get the glasses.

"Thought I was driving?"

"Please you're the Commissioner you don't drive"

Frank conceded the point, he wasn't a big vodka drinker either but he would take whatever he could get right about now.

"At least he's back" Joe said sleepily. "You've got him back"

"Yeah" he said as Joe shuffled back into the puppy pile. He took a sip of the bitter liquid.

Yes he got Jamie back, yes things were getting better and yes…he too hated his wife…just as much as he loved her.

It had just taken this point for him to admit it.

And with that he downed the vodka in one gulp and then against his better judgement poured himself another

"You wanna load up film number three?" Jamie asked bounding down the stairs.

Scratch that, he was gonna need the whole fucking bottle.

And there you go, I hope you enjoy.

Next Chapter-Jamie is in court and while there he meets a girl who is awaiting her father's appeal hearing. There's a connection.