Jagger Jacks
I was on a stakeout when my world imploded. When my secure cell phone rang I very annoyed. "Hello Jacks here." I had barked into it in an arrogant tone. Little did I know that this particular phone call would change my life in so many ways. Far from a simple call, director Donelly was informing me that my father had been gravely injured in a car accident.
"Your father is hurt. He's at GH. Get there immediately. It's not good." The director had said. I could barely comprehend his words over the rush of blood in my ears. It was impossible. My father was infallible. He couldn't die before the age of 40 for God's sake. A daredevil like him; no he couldn't die in a simple car accident. I blinked back tears as I started to drive toward Port Charles.
Port Charles. My mother had been there for three years and my father for over a year. I hadn't been there yet. Family visits weren't encouraged. My mother's family was a bit unbalanced so my very existence had been a closely guarded secret. She'd be angry if I made my presence known now.
I shook my head as I drove. Things were getting more and more complicated. For reasons unknown to me, my mother had married my uncle. I assumed he didn't even know she and dad had been involved at one time. Sometimes things were so hard on me. I knew that my existence had been kept from everyone for my own safety, but I had always longed for a semi normal family life. Living with my mother's college roommate wasn't bad, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't home. Home had been a series of hotel rooms in different cities when my parents' schedules had coincided with mine. My paternal and maternal families were just figureheads that I spied from newspaper headlines and the society pages.
I ran my hands through my dark hair and looked into the rear view mirror. I had no game plan; I just had to get to my father whatever the cost. "I don't know what I'll do if I'm too late." I said into an empty car as a few tears ran down my cheeks. Despite our physical distance, I was very close to my parents. I had always been drawn to the daredevil in my father. As a child he had been this larger than life super hero. He had always been so much fun. Mom had been the disciplinarian in the family, always ready with warning words tempered with love. Dad had been the one to toss out mom's warnings as soon as her back was turned. Many a visit was spent clutching my stomach after ingesting too much junk food.
Alexis Davis Jacks
I drove to General Hospital faster than I ever had. All I knew was that Jerry had been injured in a car accident. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me it might be quite serious. We had just seen Jerry at dinner; thank God we hadn't gone away. I knew Jax was upset that I had rushed off to the PCPD and wondered if he would accept my presence at the hospital. I knew Chloe would be with him, but I knew in my heart that he needed more. Still, it was none of my business. I had married the man while being in love with Ned. I couldn't deny that everything seemed to be changing.
Jax, that blond Adonis had stolen my heart. He was so different from Ned. Day by day I was beginning to think he was just what I needed. Of course, he was falling in love with Chloe. This was a relationship that Ned and I had encouraged, much as we had in our own small ways discouraged a relationship between Jax and V. Now V was off on a year long cruise with Simon and Chloe had the attention of two of the men in my life. Ned might have denied it, but he was growing closer to Chloe. I could see it in the way his eyes softened when he looked at her and the way he kissed her. That was the way he had looked at me and kissed me.
My attentions turned to the other two men in my life, Jerry and Jagger Jacks. The relationship that Jerry and I had shared was dead many years ago. We had been too young and too different to make it work. I remembered our first meeting. He had been visiting a friend at Harvard and I had been a freshman. His exuberance had immediately captivated me. He was so different from everyone in my scope of knowledge on the Greek Island. No one had prepared me for the way the wrong man for me would sweep me off my feet. I had no regrets. We had a beautiful son.
Jagger was a wonderful man. He had Jerry's soul and my common sense wrapped into his own individual package. He was truly the best of us. Jag's biggest flaw was that he was as guarded as his father and I had to be. At twenty years old he should be getting into as much trouble as his father had, not working all the time. He had gotten a new job recently and his demeanor had turned even more serious, if that was possible. Our son was far too intense for his age.
I knew I needed to call Jagger, but I decided to wait until I had some concrete information about Jerry's condition. Due to the threats from Helena, Jag had always been hidden. Stefan suspected that I had some secrets but even he had no idea I had birthed a son at 18 years of age. Jerry had also kept Jag's existence from his family, fearing the wider the scope of people that knew, the greater likelihood that Jag could be injured or worse. I would not lose my son, whatever the cost.
As I pulled in to the Gh parking lot, I almost dialed Jagger's cell phone. I needed him nearby, despite the risks. There had been a few times where the carefully laid plans had been in jeopardy, from my emotional weakness. I had to stop thinking so negatively, I told myself. Jerry would be just fine. He had to be fine, he was Jerry Jacks. Danger was second nature to my ex, I reminded myself as I approached my husband.
"How is he Jax?" I asked as I read the worried expression on his handsome features.
Jerry Jacks
I felt wrapped in a cocoon of warmth as I floated on a cloud of semi-awareness. Something had happened, that much I knew, but I didn't know where I was or even if I was. This could be death, I realized and if so, death wasn't so bad. I didn't see the buxom redheaded angel I'd expected to lift me to heaven, but maybe she'd gotten caught in a celestial traffic jam. But death wasn't for me, not yet. I finally had red and Lucas; I had the family I'd wondered about all these years. I could bring Jagger to town and maybe he Lucas and I could be a real father and son. No, I wouldn't die. There was still too much of life to lead.