Fic: By Any Other Face (General Hospital)
Title: By Any Other Face
Characters: Sonny, Jason
Genre: Feel-good
Summary: Sonny and Jason get used to Jason's new face. (Spoilers for 9/22/14/9-27/14)
A/N: This Jason recast looks like a plastic surgery s/l so I wanted a fic where the characters acknowledged how odd it must be. Of course, I had to focus on Sason.
Sometimes, Jason catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and just stops. For minutes at a time, he'll stare, eyes running over his own face with a furrowed brow. He's learning his new face in the same bound and determined way he learned the new life that followed his accident. Naturally, the big ass mirror sitting behind Sonny's desk is a distraction and Sonny will occasionally wave a hand or tap on the table to redirect Jason's attention.
Occasionally, he lets it go.
Jason drifts off in the middle of the conversation and Sonny sits back in his chair to just look. Sometimes, he's looking at the miracle of Jason being alive and back. Sometimes, he's looking at the face too. How could he not? He's got pictures of Jason around his house. He's got them etched into his mind, memory after memory of looking for that face when he needed comfort, friendship, loyalty, or a gun. It's different now and there's still that split-second of confusion when he seeks him out.
Jason sucks in a breath, that clue that he's returning to the conversation. Instead of discussing shipments for the coffee warehouse, though, he asks, "What do you think?" Still looking in the mirror, he pokes at his cheek with two fingers.
Sonny bites the side of his lip and tilts his head. "I don't know. You ask Carly?"
"I didn't have to ask Carly. She told me anyway. So did Sam. And Alexis, Elizabeth, Robin, Michael, Morgan. Everyone's got something to say. Except you." He paused. "And Monica. She looks kind of sad."
Sighing, Sonny gets up and circles the desk. "The face was the last bit of Jason Quartermaine left. He's gone now. That's gotta be hard on Monica." He pushes Jason's poking fingers away and places both hands on his neck, thumbs sliding from his chin to his cheeks. "Let's see." There's a lot of differences in front of him but Sonny seeks out the similarities. Light-skinned. Blue-Eyed. He tilts Jason's head left, then right. Jason's eyes do an almost-roll. Sonny smirks, because that is the same too. He tilts Jason's head forward and pushes his thumbs into the skin. Jason's eyebrows go up. Sonny pushes further, sliding his thumbs down Jason's cheeks to form what Michael used to call 'fish lips'.
As expected, that's enough for Jason. He pulls out of Sonny's grasp with a, "Okay. You know what? Never mind."
Sonny laughs, not even sure what he's so damn happy about. "I was wondering how long you'd take that for."
Jason stares. "You did that on purpose." Sonny continues to laugh, assured in the thought that Jason has never stayed mad at him. Sure enough, a huff of laughter comes out and Jason's hand comes up to hide the upward turn of his lips. "You - you suck, Sonny."
"I suck? You get that one from Morgan?" Sonny asks and Jason nods.
"Yeah. I did. And he was right."
Sonny's still smiling as he steps forward and puts a hand on Jason's shoulder. "You look - you know...you look like Jason."
Characters: Sonny, Jason
Genre: Feel-good
Summary: Sonny and Jason get used to Jason's new face. (Spoilers for 9/22/14/9-27/14)
A/N: This Jason recast looks like a plastic surgery s/l so I wanted a fic where the characters acknowledged how odd it must be. Of course, I had to focus on Sason.
Sometimes, Jason catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and just stops. For minutes at a time, he'll stare, eyes running over his own face with a furrowed brow. He's learning his new face in the same bound and determined way he learned the new life that followed his accident. Naturally, the big ass mirror sitting behind Sonny's desk is a distraction and Sonny will occasionally wave a hand or tap on the table to redirect Jason's attention.
Occasionally, he lets it go.
Jason drifts off in the middle of the conversation and Sonny sits back in his chair to just look. Sometimes, he's looking at the miracle of Jason being alive and back. Sometimes, he's looking at the face too. How could he not? He's got pictures of Jason around his house. He's got them etched into his mind, memory after memory of looking for that face when he needed comfort, friendship, loyalty, or a gun. It's different now and there's still that split-second of confusion when he seeks him out.
Jason sucks in a breath, that clue that he's returning to the conversation. Instead of discussing shipments for the coffee warehouse, though, he asks, "What do you think?" Still looking in the mirror, he pokes at his cheek with two fingers.
Sonny bites the side of his lip and tilts his head. "I don't know. You ask Carly?"
"I didn't have to ask Carly. She told me anyway. So did Sam. And Alexis, Elizabeth, Robin, Michael, Morgan. Everyone's got something to say. Except you." He paused. "And Monica. She looks kind of sad."
Sighing, Sonny gets up and circles the desk. "The face was the last bit of Jason Quartermaine left. He's gone now. That's gotta be hard on Monica." He pushes Jason's poking fingers away and places both hands on his neck, thumbs sliding from his chin to his cheeks. "Let's see." There's a lot of differences in front of him but Sonny seeks out the similarities. Light-skinned. Blue-Eyed. He tilts Jason's head left, then right. Jason's eyes do an almost-roll. Sonny smirks, because that is the same too. He tilts Jason's head forward and pushes his thumbs into the skin. Jason's eyebrows go up. Sonny pushes further, sliding his thumbs down Jason's cheeks to form what Michael used to call 'fish lips'.
As expected, that's enough for Jason. He pulls out of Sonny's grasp with a, "Okay. You know what? Never mind."
Sonny laughs, not even sure what he's so damn happy about. "I was wondering how long you'd take that for."
Jason stares. "You did that on purpose." Sonny continues to laugh, assured in the thought that Jason has never stayed mad at him. Sure enough, a huff of laughter comes out and Jason's hand comes up to hide the upward turn of his lips. "You - you suck, Sonny."
"I suck? You get that one from Morgan?" Sonny asks and Jason nods.
"Yeah. I did. And he was right."
Sonny's still smiling as he steps forward and puts a hand on Jason's shoulder. "You look - you know...you look like Jason."