About: Kevin, Scotty, and others
Disclaimer: Brothers & Sisters doesn’t belong to me, written with love, not for money
Summary: Summer-holidays are coming and the boys don’t know what to do with themselves.
Extra: It takes place after season 4 finale, but I’ve lost the time-line of the episodes and I will pretend that the events of the finale happened in the spring.
“Hey, baby.” Scotty’s words are soft-spoken, but Jordan immediately opens his eyes.
“Hey.” Jordan replies slowly, his smile not completely his own yet. Scotty wipes away some hair, that is sticking to Jordan’s forehead.
“You gave me quite a scare.” Scotty says, trying not to be too overwhelmed at hearing Jordan’s voice.
“Sorry about that…. I didn’t mean to… It just … happened.” Jordan closes his eyes, tears on his eye-lashes. “I heard about Ian…. He’s dead... How could I be so stupid? How could I have fallen for him so quickly?...” A tear starts to trickle. “I saw the knife…” He shakes his head.
“Shhhh, don’t think about it. You must not upset yourself. They will send me away, if they think, that my visit turns out to be too much for you.” Scotty begs. Jordan nods that he understands.
“Max… told me that Chad was there when Ian…?” Jordan doesn’t finish his question.
“Don’t tell me not to think about it. I can’t think of anything else. I keep seeing his face… His panic. It all happened so fast…”
“I know, baby. I know. Shhh, don’t….” but Scotty stops and tries a different approach.
“What do you want me to do, Jordan?”
“I need to know what happened. Max was politically correct, very polite, standard answers, nice blockage of my questions….” Jordan coughs, Scotty gives him a bit of water. “I need to know, Scotty, I need to know … things.”
“I will ask Chad to talk to you.”
“Please.” Jordan replies, watching with a little smile how Scotty takes his hand and holds it to his lips. He can see the concern on Scotty’s face and he smiles to comfort him. He knows that Scotty cares a lot about him.
“You know, I’m swearing off men permanently. I’m done.” He says.
“You always say that and then you always change your mind….” Scotty smiles. “No! I don’t want to hear another beep out of you, young man, you’re going to shut up and rest. Let me do the talking.” Scotty places his finger on Jordan’s lips to prevent him from speaking.
“I found out today, that Kevin is not the father of Tessa’s child. I’m happy about that.” Scotty says and he can see that Jordan is searching his memory, until he remembers. So Scotty starts to tell what happened and his warm, soft voice amidst the steady beeping sounds of the machines, makes Jordan drift off to sleep again.
Kevin looks up from the magazine when Scotty leaves the room, where Jordan is.
“I’m sorry, he’s asleep again.” Scotty apologizes. “He was tired, I guess.”
“That’s okay, I can handle that. I think it was more important for you to see him. How did he seem? Did he remember you right away?”
“Yes. His memory seems to be just fine… He also remembers what happened just before he got stabbed…. He knows Ian is dead, because Max told him so…. He does seem low on moral… Not that I can blame him, but it worries me. He wants to talk to Chad about what happened on that roof.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Me neither, but he seemed so sad and he really lit up a bit, when I told him I’d ask Chad.”
“If it is that important to him, then maybe you should ask Chad… But only after you talk to Jordan’s doctor.”
“Yes, that is correct.” Mr Blankerts says. “As George Griffith’s lawyer I advised him to make a new will.”
“So, he confirmed to you that he had a son?” McCord asks astounded.
“Yes. It was a bit of a shock to him, but he was ready to accept him.”
“Why didn’t he tell anyone?” Max asks.
“He notified his family in England. There was still some assets there as well, that George had given up on, but when his son came into the picture, he wondered if he could leave them to his son instead… He was ironing out some legal differences with his family in England…”
“There was a will dated a few months ago?”
“No, that was just a draft. Mr Griffiths asked for a copy of the former will he had made up, for his nephew, a few years ago. He wanted to write a new will by hand, in which he would acknowledge his son.
Also, he wanted to have it written down what the son stood to inherit and how it was to be managed. He couldn’t find the right text though. So I send him the stipulations, dated on the day that I send it. I, however, never received another will, nor did I get request to make another. No document was returned to me, signed.
So, when George died, all I could do was accept the old will that did not include his son… That was of course very sad for the boy…”
“Did he give you a name?” Max asks. Mr Blankerts opens the file and puts on his reading glasses to read what is written.
“Ian Porter. His name is Ian Porter. I was supposed to find out more about him, before George would accept him. Quite a sad story. Smart young man. Good in school. Determined to make something of himself. Did well in the army. But on the home-front it was a disaster.
His mother was battled alcohol and drugs and once she got that out of her system, they discovered that she had cancer… It must have been awful…. The man suffered through a depression after his mom died, but George wanted to make him happy, give him everything he wanted. George was a good man.” Mr Blankerts says, wiping clean his glasses.
“So, it is true?” James asks Max.
“Sounds like it. Your uncle planned to leave this place to Ian and not you. Maybe you can check out who in your family was contacted about this. If George approached someone in England, then, logically, someone there knows more about all this.”
“I’m flying to England tonight. I’m taking Karen back there. I know that she would want to buried with her family. I may have disliked her, but not enough to not comply with her wishes. Once I’m in England I will contact my family-members and see who my uncle got in touch with and then I’ll let you know. I assume, that I’m allowed to travel, now that Ian is revealed as the murderer?”
“Yes, of course. It's fine. Do what you can, keep me informed…. When will you be back?”
“If all goes right, in a few days, I don’t intend to stay long. I will tell my mother the truth, about Kay and me. She’ll probably never want to talk to me again after that, so I’m going to arrange Karen’s funeral and burn all my bridges behind me.”
Jordan stares at the ceiling. There’s very little else he can do. Every time he thinks that he’s done crying, there are more tears that leave his eyes. The sense of loss in overwhelming, but what really overrules it, is the feeling of being a loser. That somehow he will never have a normal boyfriend.
He’s so good at picking out the wrong men. Either cheaters, or guys who would end up taking advantage of him… He was prepared for that, when he got to meet Ian, but Ian’s smile had felt so genuine and his interest in Jordan’s life had seemed so sincere… Jordan sighs. He should not think about it.
The problem is that, when he closes his eyes, he sees Ian coming at him with the knife and it doesn’t rhyme with the strong memories that Jordan has, when he thinks of Ian’s name. The memories associated with Ian’s name are not of crazed killer carrying a very sharp murder-weapon.
They are of a thumb caressing his cheek, a moment where they had gazed at each other with a look that Jordan obviously mistook for love. They are of lips on his, a tongue licking his skin, hands seeking permission to touch. Jordan closes his eyes tightly, trying to block the conflicting memories.
There’s a soft noise of the door opening, but Jordan doesn’t pay attention to it. There’s a constant flow of nurses in and out of the room. Besides he’s too drugged up to mind.
“Hi, Jordan.” The voice is hesitant, as if not to intrude on Jordan’s private thoughts.
“Chad! You came.” Jordan smiles relieved. Maybe now he’ll get some answers.
END OF PART 22