"So that’ll close things out for this edition of the Port Charles Evening News. We want to repeat the weather advisory that has been issued for parts of the New York viewing area. The steady rain that Port Charles has been experiencing since last night has turned to sleet in upstate New York. Conditions are deteriorating rapidly and most major roads are now closed due to severe icing conditions. The cold front is NOT expected to move into the Port Charles area, so although we won’t have to worry about any frozen precipitation, we are in for several more hours of rain."

The perky anchor woman turned to her partner. "Sounds like a good night to stay in, drink some hot chocolate, and watch the first debate between political newcomers Carly Roberts Morgan and Jasper Jacks. We’ll be televising that debate live, beginning at 7:30. In the meantime....."

Brenda switched off the television in Jax’s study, staring out the window at the cold rain that had been falling in Port Charles all day. She and Jax had returned the day after Lea’s birthday party and she was grateful to hear that all had been quiet there. James had gotten along well with Jo and Jaz, although Angie said that he stayed pretty much to himself and didn’t really socialize with them much. Brenda had to smile to herself as she remembered Angie’s disappointed look.

"So, what’s making my favorite girl smile like that?" Jax asked from the doorway of the study. He had on a starched white shirt with blue pin stripes and the trousers of his best navy blue Italian suit. The shirt was not done up yet, though, and he held his tie in his hand as he walked into the study. "I was looking for you," he said. "What ‘cha doin’ in here, all by yourself?"

Brenda sighed as she stood to run her hands up and down her husband’s chest. "Oh, nothing ......just listening to the evening news and watching it rain."

Jax peeked around her shoulder at the window. "Are you sure it was the rain that was making you smile the way you were before?"

Brenda patted his chest softly. "No....actually I was thinking of Angie and how disappointed she seemed that James wasn’t around more while we were gone to Albany. I think she has a crush on him."

Jax nodded. "I know. She asked about him at the office yesterday, too. I guess I’m going to have to break it to our daughter gently that she can’t marry him because Miss Angie already has designs on him."

"Jo? Jo wants to marry James?"

Jax chuckled softly and pulled Brenda into his embrace. "Yep. She told me so the other night when I tucked her in. She asked me if I thought he was too old for her." Jax shook his head. "I know it seems funny now, but I swear....I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it when her hormones kick in for real and she begins using all of those feminine charms that she inherited from you, my love."

Brenda looked down at the tie in his hand. "So....why aren’t you dressed yet? Doesn’t the debate start at 7:30?"

Jax sighed deeply. "Yes. That’s why I was looking for you." He held up the tie. "Do you think this tie goes with this suit or should I wear the red, white and blue one like Kimberly suggested?"

Brenda pulled back a little. "Personally, I like you better looking like a man than a walking flagpole, but if it’s going to give little Kimberly a coronary, I guess you had better wear the other tie." She followed Jax out into the hallway where he stood before a gilt mirror and began trying to tie the blue striped silk tie into a Windsor knot. "Frankly, I still don’t understand why the choice of the right tie is so critical. I thought it was what was SAID at a debate that mattered -- not what the candidate is wearing."

Jax let out a long breath as he couldn’t get the tie to cooperate. "You and me both. Lord knows she’s been coaching me constantly on how to answer the questions tonight. As long as I say the right thing, it shouldn’t matter if I show up wearing a kangaroo suit, if you ask me."

"Daddy! Are you really going to dress like a kangaroo tonight?" Jo squealed as she came running down the hallway into her father’s waiting arms. James was following behind her at a short distance.

"No, darling, daddy’s not going to dress like a kangaroo tonight. We’ll let Uncle Jerry do that when the campaign gets really serious." He shot Brenda a smile and then looked back into his daughter’s happy face. "So -- how’s my best girl tonight? Promise you’ll be good for mommy while I’m gone?"

Jo stuck out her lower lip the same way that Brenda usually did and Jax had to struggle to keep himself from laughing at her. "Yes, I promise to be extra good for mommy. But me and mommy are both sad that we can’t come with you."

Jax hugged her. "I’m sad too, munchkin, but Miss Kimberly thinks it would be best for me to do this first speech by myself, so we should do what she says. You and mommy can come along when I give my big speech next week, OK?"

"I’m surprised Kimberly isn’t here to drive you to the debate herself, just to make sure that you’re dressed properly before you leave the house," Brenda said sarcastically as Jax put Jo down.

He glanced in the mirror and tried to re-adjust his tie one more time. "I know. But she thought she ought to go to PCU to check out the stage and lighting before all the rest of the press gets there." He turned to Brenda and put his arms out to the side. "How does that look?"

Brenda nodded her approval. Jax looked back into the mirror but then sighed and looked toward James after Jo had run off towards the great room and the television. "Everything quiet as usual?"

James nodded. "Not a peep on any of the security cameras I’ve had installed and no unusual messages or mail."

Brenda turned around to face him. "Maybe the guy gave up. Maybe it was just a drunken Halloween prank and he’s gone away to pick on somebody else."

James gave her a frosty look. "I doubt it, Mrs. Jacks. I’ve never known a stalker to give up that easily. He’s just waiting -- trying to decide when the time is right to strike again. But this time, we’ll be ready for him."

Brenda put her arm around her husband possessively. "What about Jax at the debate tonight? Doesn’t he need some kind of security, too? If you’re here with us, how do you know that the stalker wasn’t after him and won’t try tonight?"

Jax hugged her to his side. "Now, honey, I can take care of myself. There’s going to be a lot of people at the debate, including all of Carly’s security storm troopers." Jax smirked at her. "I’ll just make sure to stand near her all night and duck behind her if they start shooting."

"Your wife has a point though, Jax," James pointed out dryly, not laughing at Jax’s humor. "We can’t be taking chances. I’ve spoken to Robert about it, and he’s going through a short list of agents I gave him to select someone I can assign to cover Jax if need be." Brenda gave James a silent look of thanks, but his eyes were still cold when they rested on her.

The front doorbell interrupted their discussion and a few minutes later they heard Jo’s high-pitched squeal. "GREATY-GRANDMA!!"

Jax gave Brenda and James a puzzled look. "Grandma’s here? I was expecting her to be at the debate." He grinned. "Maybe Kimmy delegated her to be my driver for tonight!" The three of them headed for the front foyer of the house where they found Josie arguing with Louise.

"Grandma, what’s wrong?" Jax asked as his grandmother stopped to take a breath.

Josie’s face relaxed when she saw him and she pushed her way past the frazzled housekeeper. Jerry was behind her and Brenda was surprised to see him in blue jeans, a turtleneck and a heavy bomber-style jacket. "Jasper, just the person I wanted to see. I need you, honeybuns. Change into some warm clothes and let’s gas up the whirlybird."

Jax laughed a little. "Grandma, whatever are you talking about? We can’t go anywhere now -- it’s pouring rain."

"That’s PRECISELY why I need you, Jasper. Now quit arguing with me and go get your jeans and rain slicker on. We’ve got a big problem." Josie wouldn’t budge and Jerry just shrugged his shoulders in resignation.

Brenda came forth to stand between Josie and Jax. "Grandma, why do you need Jax? What kind of problem?"

Josie looked around Brenda at James, who was just as puzzled as everyone else. "Hi ‘ya, sweet cheeks. How’s tricks?" He nodded at Josie and smiled but then pointed at Brenda, drawing Josie’s attention back to her question. "Oh, yeah -- right. The problem. We need to fly up to the kids’ camp and bring ‘em back. They’re stranded."

Jax’s face went blank. "Let’s try that again, Grandma -- a little slower this time. You mean at the camp for the diabetic kids? Who’s stranded?"

Josie let out a breath in exasperation. "The Lucas Jacks Camp for Diabetic Children. There’s some kids stranded up there because all the roads are closed -- they’re too icy to drive on."

"But Grandma," Brenda protested, "I thought the camp was closed for the season. There shouldn’t be any kids there now."

"I know that, honeybuns. But the weather’s been so mild this fall that Neera…." Grandma interrupted herself to look at Jax. "You remember Miss Neera, the camp director, don’t you, Jax? You met her at Jerry’s house last Christmas." Jax nodded and gave her the signal to get to the point. "Anyway, Neera took one more group of kids up there for kind of a special treat. After they left she was going to close it down until next spring. They were OK until today when the rain turned to sleet and now the roads are all too icy for them to come back down."

Brenda took Jax’s arm. "I heard that on the news. They said they closed most of the roads a little while ago. But can’t they just stay there until the state can get the roads salted and get some people in there to help them?"

Josie shook her head. "The sleet’s been accumulating on the power lines. Neera says most of the camp lost power about 4 hours ago. There’s no heat or lights, and the kids are starting to get really cold and scared. They need to get out tonight." She looked at Jax. "So go get that remodeled egg-beater of yours, Jasper. Between that one and the one Jerry keeps here, you should be able to get most of those kids out and Neera and the counselors, too."

Jax swore silently, putting his hands on his hips. "I can’t fly tonight, Grandma. I’ve got the debate with Carly."

Grandma let out a long breath. Oh, fu….." Jerry quickly grabbed her arm, nodding down towards Jo. Josie stopped herself, and then muttered in a low voice, "……FIRETRUCK!"

Jerry punched Josie in the arm. "Good one, Grandma!" Then he looked at Jax. "OK, well at least I can fly up there. I’ll just have to make a couple of trips."

"You can’t do that, Jer," Jax said softly. "If it’s sleeting that hard up there, you’ll get icing on the rotors. You have to get them all out in one trip." Jax’s face was solemn in thought for a moment, and then he turned resolutely to Brenda. "Call Kimberly at the PCU auditorium and tell her I’ll be there as soon as I can." He began to work furiously at the knot on his tie as he raced up the stairs to the bedroom.

Brenda’s breath caught in her throat. "Should I tell Kimberly why you’ll be late?"

Josie almost screeched. "NO, DON’T! We haven’t been able to reach all of the parents yet and we don’t want them trying to make it up there to get their kids themselves. Kimmy will turn it into a media circus." She watched Jax as he went up to the bedroom to change and then looked back at Brenda. "Just tell her he’s been unavoidably detained and he’ll be there as soon as he can."

About five minutes later, Jax came back downstairs in black jeans, a cobalt blue turtleneck and a black leather jacket with a Sherpa lining and blanket-stitch trim. He grabbed Brenda and hugged her hard, pulling back to look into her eyes. "I’ll be fine, sweetie. But I need to do this. No political office is worth the lives of those kids."

Brenda smiled at him. "I know, Jax. Just please be careful." She looked back over her shoulder at James. "Are you sure James should stay here with us?"

James opened his mouth to speak but Jax cut him off briskly. "Absolutely. I don’t think even a crazy stalker would be foolish enough to follow me out in an ice storm. I want him here with you and the kids." He kissed her hard and then looked back at Jerry and Josie. "Come on, big brother. Let’s get airborne. Grandma, you stay here and help Brenda hold down the fort. We’ll call you as soon as there’s news"

*~*~*~*

Jax stared out the windshield of his helicopter at the glistening landscape below. "This is falcon 1. Are you there, raptor?"

Jerry’s voice came back through the headset. "This is the raptor. I’m right off your wing at 5 o’clock, falcon. There’s an empty field about 200 yards ahead that the kids use to play soccer. We can land there and the main building won’t be too far from the copters. Hopefully Neera’s got all the troops gathered in one place and we can be in and out of here before we start to ice up."

Jax nodded. "Roger that. I’m getting some icing on the rotors already. We’d better be careful when we land – that field looks like glass. The birds might slide and we don’t want to have a collision."

Jax and Jerry both carefully maneuvered their helicopters down onto the field and shut down the motors. Jerry hopped out of his helicopter and avoided the twin rotors on Jax’s larger copter. "Bloody h*ll, it’s like a skating rink out here! Watch your footing!" Jerry shouted as Jax jumped out and had to grab the side of the helicopter to avoid falling. Jax nodded and gave Jerry the thumbs up, and they both proceeded to the large building that was about 500 yards from the soccer field.

When they came through the door, a rousing cheer went up from the small group gathered inside around a fireplace. "JAX! Thank God you’re here!" A petite, dark-haired woman came running over to him and buried her face in his open jacket, hugging him tightly, and Jax gathered her into his arms for a reassuring hug.

When they stayed in a clinch for several minutes, Jerry cleared his throat loudly. "Ummm....excuse me, Miss Neera, but I’M here too, you know! Don’t I deserve some of that action, too?"

Neera looked up from Jax’s embrace and went over to hug Jerry. She looked back at Jax with tears in her eyes. "I’m so sorry about this, you guys. I never thought the weather would change this quickly. You know I would NEVER take a chance with the kids...."

Jax held up his hand. "Stop right there, beautiful. Don’t blame yourself for this. You’ve done an excellent job running the camp ever since it’s been open. You can’t be expected to anticipate something like this." Neera smiled gratefully and Jax looked around him and shivered. "Now, is this everyone? I think between the two copters we should be able to take everyone out in one trip."

Neera nodded. "I agree. I’ve got Kira and Laura out now searching for the one camper who’s unaccounted for. Once they find him we can get out of here."

"You’ve got one missing?" Jerry said in a low voice.

Neera let out a long sigh, but was interrupted as the two counselors came through the door. "Any luck?"

Kira shook her head. "Not a sign of him anywhere. I’m sorry, Neera. He was with the group when we left the cabin to move here this afternoon. He must have gotten away from me sometime during that walk."

Jax pushed his way between the two women. "Why would he have run away? What’s the deal?"

"His name is Ted Williamson and he’s almost 7 years old. He’s the youngest one here. Normally I wouldn’t have allowed him to come, but he’s having such a hard time adjusting to his diabetes that we thought it would do him good." Neera took a shaky breath. "His mom and dad are divorced and his dad’s diabetic. Ted just developed the diabetes about 6 months ago, and his dad’s taking it real hard. He feels responsible for giving it to his son," she explained in a quiet voice. She glanced over to make sure nobody else could hear their conversation. "The guilt got to his dad so badly he started drinking. He’s in rehab right now, so this whole trip to camp thing seemed like a good idea."

Jax shook his head. "OK, well let’s get the people we’ve got into Jerry’s copter and then I’ll go see if we can locate the boy." He turned to Jerry. "You take Kira and those three kids and put them in your chopper. Put Laura, Neera and the other four kids in my chopper and start the heat going. Hopefully by that time I’ll be back with Ted and we can hop in the falcon and we’ll be out of here."

"Oh, no you don’t, Flash. You’re not going to hunt for the boy without me." Neera crossed her arms in determination and gave him a stern look.

"Oh yes I DO, beautiful," Jax replied in the same voice. He put his hands on his hips and tried to give her HIS most determined look. "I’m getting you out of here if I personally have to put you over my shoulder and carry you to the copter myself." He was surprised when she turned to go back to her desk and pulled out a fanny pack. She came back to him brandishing a syringe and a bottle of insulin.

"Ted’s been unwilling to accept his diabetes and acts that out by overeating. Sometimes he comes close to going into a coma. I think he might be in the dining hall, trying to raid the refrigerator. If he’s been bingeing, he might need a shot of insulin so that he doesn’t go into diabetic ketoacidosis and give us even more to contend with." She held the syringe up to Jax. "Do you know how to give him a shot if you find him in a coma?"

Jax’s face went white and he let out a long sigh. "All right. I give up. You can come along." He glanced over at Jerry. "She doesn’t play fair."

"This is a revelation? Jax, the woman’s been working with Grandma for three years now -- what do you expect?" He patted Jax on the back. "Are you sure you don’t want me to help you search?" Jerry asked, pulling his gloves back on again.

Jax grimaced. "I’m already going to have to worry about the two of us falling, Jer. I don’t want to have to carry your ugly butt, too." Jerry slapped him on the back and gave him a thumbs up, and then went over to help Laura with getting the kids dressed in their coats.

Jax turned back to Neera. "Lead the way. And hang onto me. It’s really slick out there." As they left the main building, Jerry was beginning to herd the rest of the small group toward the two helicopters. Neera and Jax picked their way to the small building next door. Once inside, they stood quietly, listening for sounds of the small boy. Finally Jax motioned to Neera and she shouted the boy’s name, but there was no answer. "Where’s the kitchen?" Jax asked, and he followed Neera towards the back of the dining hall.

"Ted? Are you in here?" Neera shouted, and then Jax put his hand on her arm, indicating that he wanted to try.

"Ted? My name is Jax. I’m Neera’s friend. I won’t hurt you, son. Where are you?"

They stood quietly until finally a tiny voice answered them. "I don’t want to come out. You’ll give me a shot." Jax saw tears of relief run down Neera’s cheeks and as she inhaled to answer the boy, Jax put up his hand, giving her the message to let him handle it. He motioned for her to follow and they went into the darkened kitchen, following the sound of Ted’s voice.

"I won’t give you a shot, Ted. I don’t even know how. I just want you to come out because we need to leave the camp." Jax’s voice lightened a little. "I’ll bet you’ve never ridden in a helicopter, have you?"

They waited what seemed like an eternity before they heard his voice again. "A REAL helicopter?"

Neera put her hands to her lips and held her breath. "Yep," Jax answered brightly. "It’s a really big helicopter -- bigger than a normal one. All the people look like ants from so way up high in the air. Don’t you want to come out and take a ride with me?"

As Jax and Neera froze in place, a tiny blonde boy with huge brown eyes emerged from the darkness into the beam of Jax’s flashlight. Jax moved towards him cautiously. "Hi, Ted. My name is Jax," he said softly.

He extended his hand towards the boy, but when Ted saw Neera, he froze and stayed far from Jax. "I don’t want to go with her. She’ll give me a shot."

Jax looked back at Neera for a moment, telling her with his eyes to stay put as he moved closer to the boy. "Well, Ted, that’s a problem because she needs to ride in the helicopter, too. My brother’s helicopter is all filled up. How about if I let you ride up front with me? You can sit in my lap and even work some of the controls."

Jax could see the boy’s eyes widen. "You would really let me do that?"

Jax took a deep breath and held out his hand to the boy. "I promise. You can ride with me. But you know that us pilots have to be in top shape and if Miss Neera says you need a shot, you might need one so that you’ll be fit to fly the helicopter."

Ted walked closer to Jax. "Will you be there with me?"

"All the way, son," Jax said, his voice breaking with emotion. "I promise I won’t let you go." Ted walked closer to Jax and as soon as he was close enough, Jax grabbed him into his embrace and the boy threw his arms around Jax’s neck. When Jax turned back to Neera she saw tears in his eyes. She came up to them and rubbed Ted’s back slowly. Jax held the boy tightly and said, "Come on. Let’s go. I’ll carry him if you think you can make it without slipping."

Neera moved closer to ruffle Ted’s hair a little and feel his forehead. "We need to check his blood sugar. He looks a little flushed. Is there a fruity odor to his breath?" Jax nodded silently. "That’s what I thought. His blood sugar’s high. He needs insulin."

"Can it wait until we get into the copter?" Jax asked quietly. "It’ll be warmer in there and I think the whole process will go more smoothly, if you know what I mean."

Neera nodded and put the hood of her jacket back up. With Jax carrying Ted, they made their way back out of the dining hall and towards Jax’s helicopter. When Jerry saw them coming, he ran towards them and scooped Neera up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way over the icy field to Jax’s chopper. "You found him?" Jerry shouted, trying to be heard above the churning rotors of the helicopters.

"Yep. Happy ending," Jax shouted back. "You go ahead and get outta here. We have to check him out a little and make sure he doesn’t need some insulin before we lift off."

Jerry gave Jax the thumbs up. "I need to warm up the motors a little before I can take off. After I’m in the air, I’ll circle until you let me know you’re ready. Once you’re airborne, I’ll head out." Jax returned the thumbs up and climbed into the helicopter, still holding Ted.

Neera was sitting in the seat in front next to the pilot’s seat. Jax settled himself in behind the controls and slid Ted down into the seat in his lap. He reached behind him and buckled his seat belt over the two of them. He turned back to look at the rest of his passengers. "Everyone buckled up?" Once he had gotten a nod from all of the campers and Laura reassured him that she had checked them, he turned back to the front. "OK, Ted, we’re ready to take off but I think first we need to make sure both of us are in good flying condition. Miss Neera, what do we need to do?"

Neera choked back tears at Jax’s tenderness with the boy. "Well, I think I need to check Ted’s blood sugar and see if he needs a shot." She reached into the fanny pack and pulled out a small glucose meter and a lancet, but when she looked up, she was surprised to see Jax sticking his finger out.

"Me, too, Miss Neera," he said, giving her a half-smile. "Us pilots stick together." She nodded and got out another test strip and lancet. She quickly stuck Jax’s finger to get the blood droplet needed for the test and noticed that Ted’s eyes were glued to Jax’s face the whole time. Once she had applied it to the test strip, she reached out for Ted’s hand. Jax looked down at the boy. "Your turn, co-pilot." Ted hesitated for a moment but then he put out his right hand, grasping Jax’s arm with his left hand. His eyes never left Jax’s face as Neera quickly secured the blood and applied it to the strip.

Jax turned the boy back to the controls. "Now, while we wait for Miss Neera to tell us if we’re in flying condition, I can tell you about some of these controls." He looked over at Neera. "How we doin’?"

The small machine beeped softly and Neera grimaced. "His blood sugar is over 300. He needs a shot right away."

Jax put his arms around the boy. "Sounds like you need a shot before you’re in flying condition, Ted. The sooner you get the shot, the sooner you can help me take off. You ready?"

Jax saw tears begin to gather in Ted’s eyes, but then he squeezed Jax’s arm even tighter. "Can I stay right here -- and squeeze your hand?"

Jax hugged him. "You certainly can, Ted. I wouldn’t dream of leaving my co-pilot." The boy kept watching Jax and after Neera filled the syringe and helped him get his arm out of his coat sleeve, Jax felt Ted grip his arm like a vise. "Almost done, Ted. You’re doing great." Neera pulled the needle out and wiped it quickly with alchohol and nodded to Jax. "OK, pal. All done. We’re set to fly. See that big red switch over there?" Ted’s eyes grew large and he nodded. "Good. You flip that switch up while I put on my headgear." Ted reached out and flipped the switch with trembling fingers and the main rotor of the chopper began to rotate.

As Neera put away the insulin and syringe and made sure her seatbelt was secured, Jax reached above him to flip more switches and the powerful engine of the helicopter hummed to life. "Raptor 1, this is the falcon. We’re almost ready to lift off. Co-pilot Ted is in A-1 condition now and will be assisting me on this flight."

Jerry’s voice came back through Jax’s earphones. "Roger that, falcon and Ted. We’ll be moving southward to make room for you in the air. Please confirm once you’re airborne and we’ll head out."

Jax smiled down at Ted, who was watching with fascination as all of the dials lit up on the control panel. "Now," Jax said, taking Ted’s right hand, "we’ll put our hand on the control stick and just like this....." Jax moved Ted’s hand with his and the boy’s mouth fell open as the chopper began to rise into the air. "This is Falcon 1. We’re airborne."

Jax looked over at Neera, who was watching Ted’s animated face with a huge smile. "I’m going to tell Jerry to contact the authorities back in Port Charles and tell them to call the families and tell them to meet us at PCU. Is there a way to get in touch with this little guy’s dad?" Neera shook her head quickly, and Jax suddenly looked down at him. "OK, co-pilot, I’ve got a new job for you." Ted looked up at him with questioning eyes. "My brother, Jerry, is flying the other helicopter and I need you to listen on my headphones for a while. I think they’re all singing "100 bottles of beer on the wall" in that other chopper. Can you listen for me and tell me if he wants to talk to me?" Ted nodded eagerly and Jax placed the earphones on him, adjusting the top so that they covered his ears completely.

"I take it there’s a problem," Jax said softly to Neera once Ted couldn’t hear them.

"Ted’s dad is in rehab and is making excellent progress from what I’ve heard. But in the meantime, Ted really doesn’t have anybody else who can take care of him." She put her hand to her forehead. "I guess I can take him to my place for a while, but my landlord is pretty strict about pets and kids."

Jax looked at her intently, and then took the earphones back from Ted. "This is falcon 1. Patch me through to home base." He waited for a few moments, looking down at Ted, who was watching the ground below with amazement. "Brenda? This is Jax."

"Oh, Jax....I’m so glad to hear your voice. Is everything OK?" Brenda was trying to hold back tears of relief.

"We’re fine, honey. I just need you to do a few things for me. Tell Grandma we got everybody out safe and sound. I’m going to fly straight to PCU and see if I can salvage anything out of the debate."

Brenda chuckled a little. "Good luck. I think Kimberly will be out for blood. She wasn’t happy when I told her you would be late."

"I’ll handle Kimberly, Bren. Leave her to me. And tell Louise to get the guest rooms ready. Neera and one of her small campers will be joining us tonight until we can get them settled into one of the vacant condos for a few days. My co-pilot Ted is 6 years old. Got it?"

"Got it. Anything else?"

"Yeah. I love you, Brenda."

"I love you too, Jax. Be careful and we’ll see you later. Hurry home."

Jax looked down at the boy and squeezed his hand, which was still tightly holding Jax’s on the control stick. "I intend to, my love. I fully intend to."

To be continued.....