csi_sanders1129 | Fic: Forget Me Not

Title: Forget Me Not
Chapters: 5/5
Author:

csi_sanders1129
Genre: Drama. Romance. Angst.
Ratings: T
Word Count: ~1,000
Pairings/Characters: Jason Morgan/Damian Spinelli
Synopsis: Jason was looking forward to returning home. He hoped that that, at least, would be familiar, so he could get his mind off of the things that he didn’t recall. Like Damian Spinelli.
Comments: Finally finished this with substantial help from

suerum . Ugh, a bit AU, but not overly so. Just pretend Franco wasn't around and you'll be fine. This is the last chapter, epilogue of sorts. Characters aren't mine. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

"The Jackal must be on his way post haste!" Spinelli declared, as he rushed through the task of methodically packing up his trusty laptop and the other items haphazardly scattered across his desk. He'd only been in the P.I. offices for maybe thirty seconds, having previously been out working on surveillance for his and Sam's latest case, and now he was already nearly out the door again. "It has been irrefutably determined that our client's suspicions were accurate – his bail-jumping brother is, indeed, hiding out on Courtland Street with his rather disreputable comrades. I've alerted both the client and the necessary authorities of this find, and now the Ace of Cyberspace is apparently fated to be late for his assignation with Stone Cold!"

"Relax, Spinelli." Sam said, laughing at the mad rush of his words. "I called Jason already and told him you might be a few minutes late in getting back, since you were out on the case. He said he was running behind schedule, too, and that he'd meet you in the park."

He paused in his mad hastening to leave the base of operations of McCall & Jackal, no longer having reason for such breakneck speeds. "Oh." The hacker replied. "Most gracious thanks, Fair Samantha."

"No problem." She said, but he was already gone, offering a quick wave as he blew past her.

It wasn't raining this time, Spinelli was glad to note, as he headed for the park. There was no wind, or thunder, or lightning to darken the brilliant blue skies of the afternoon. The park was not in virtual abandon as it had been on his last dreaded visit – people were all over the place. And, none of them were Irish mobsters out to get Jason. That threat had been neutralized quite promptly, really.

His cell phone buzzed to alert him of a new text message. Flipping the device open, he found that it was from Jason. It read, simply 'steps'.

Spinelli nodded resolutely to himself. Jason was doing this to him on purpose, he knew, trying to get him over his rather justifiable avoidant behavior toward this section of the park. Granted, he had no more potential persons to find on the dreaded steps, so he really shouldn't have been worried.

He found Jason sitting on one of the lower steps, leaned back against the higher ones with his fingers locked behind his head. He looked decidedly more comfortable than the last time Spinelli had seen him there."Hey," Jason greeted, with a lazy smile.

"Greetings, Stone Cold." Spinelli replied with a small grin, moving to sit beside him.

"How'd your case go?" The elder asked, sitting up straight now.

"Quite well. We were able to locate the client's runaway sibling without much by way of trial and tribulation. The police will soon have him in custody, I imagine, if they do not already." He explained to Jason, as he's already mentioned the details of the case before he'd left the penthouse that morning. "Your meeting, did your meeting with the faithful workforce go as you expected?"

Jason nodded. "Yeah, they've all accepted the change in command. Most of them were loyal to me and not to Sonny anyway. They never had to deal with him directly, they always went through me."

Sonny had, in theory, gone missing just a week after Spinelli had gotten out of the hospital – that had been nearly three months ago now, and the police had only recently given up on their search for him. Jason had been held for the obligatory 48 hours by the PCPD, but, as per usual, nothing had turned up.

That didn't keep Spinelli from worrying that something would.

It didn't take an Ace of Cyberspace to know that Jason had been the one responsible for the crime, though Spinelli had originally been quite surprised at the realization that Jason had slain his own mentor in defense of his protégé. And while he didn't particularly like being the reason behind the demise of Mr. Sir – though one could argue that it wasn't exactly a loss to most of the inhabitants of Port Charles –Jason had explained himself as best he could and Spinelli held no grudge.

"Do you regret your actions in the matter at hand?" Spinelli asked, eyes downcast as he spoke.

"Do I regret knowing that there's one less person out there who can hurt you?" Jason countered, because that was what it had been about, at the end. He wouldn't have been able to work with Sonny after the lies he had spun over Spinelli's presence in his life, nor could he work with him knowing that Sonny's act of gratuitous violence that had nearly taken the hacker away from him. And it undoubtedly would have occurred again. "No."

"But Mr. Sir has been a part of your life for far longer than your Jackal has." The younger reasoned, not appeased by the short and simple answer. "Surely it was a difficult decision to make."

Jason shook his head and his hand found Spinelli's easily enough. "It wasn't a hard decision." He said, as he raised Spinelli's captured hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against his knuckles. "I chose you. From now on out I will always choose you."

Spinelli flushed slightly at Jason's actions - and at his words, - but was most assuredly not opposed. With an awkward, mesmerized grin, he stood, using their entwined hands to pull Jason to his feet as well. "Perchance we can make our return to Casa de Stone Cold?"

"Mm," Jason hummed, smiling himself now, too. He ducked his head to kiss Spinelli fervently, urging him away from the no-so-dreaded concrete steps with an arm draped over his lover's shoulder. "We can do that."

Spinelli found that he really didn't mind walking through the park these days.