A/n: Just wanted to thank everyone for their kind reviews! Keep it up! Many have asked about the mystery of Jax's 'death'. Yes, Morgan will eventually have to know the truth, and don't worry, he will. It will just take a few more chapters :)
The three men stared at one another for a long time. Sonny stared at Morgan. Morgan stared at Sonny. Ewen looked at the both of them. Sonny slowly let his hand fall from the doorknob, limp.
"Uh," he took in a breath. "I didn't know…um, you're back, son."
"I'm back." Morgan whispered. Ewen noticed that he had begun to tense up again, just like he had in their first couple of meetings, when Morgan was uptight and unresponsive.
"When?" Sonny looked down at his son. He was so different now. Stronger, taller, and something else had changed that Sonny couldn't quite put his finger on.
"A little over a week ago." Morgan answered softly. "What are you doing here, Dad?"
"Kate-" Sonny stopped himself. "Um, my…my girlfriend called. She said she'd be here."
Ewen groaned in response. Sonny looked to Dr. Keenan for help. "I haven't seen Miss Howard all morning." Ewen answered cautiously. "We don't have a session planned toady."
"Oh." Sonny frowned. "That's, uh, that's weird."
"You're dating Kate Howard?" Morgan looked up. "Isn't that Dante's cousin? Aren't some wires being crossed here?" He couldn't help how bitter he sounded. He didn't even want to look at his father.
"Nope, I think we're good—should you be asking me that?"
"Excuse me?" Morgan rounded on his dad. "Should you be asking me anything?"
"Keenan, I want to talk to you about my son!" Carly Jacks strode into view, her heels clacking silent messages across the tile. She took one look at Sonny standing awkwardly in the doorway and Morgan's rigid stance, fists clenched and cursed accordingly.
"Hello, ma'am." Ewen cleared his throat. He was never sure what to call her. "I appreciate you stopping by, but right now Mr. Benson and I are in the middle of-"
"You don't have to go by Morgan Benson, anymore, son." Sonny interrupted the doctor and spoke directly to his son. "You're back home. You can go by your rightful name, now."
"Excuse me?" Carly spoke for her son. "Benson is his rightful name. I had it changed."
"Yeah, I'm sure you did it out of the goodness of your heart, and now Morgan is so much better."
"Morgan is better, Sonny." Carly snapped.
"Yeah, that's why he's sitting in a shrink's office, right now, right?"
"Shut up!" Morgan shot out of his seat, livid.
"Sit down." Carly and Sonny reprimanded at the same time.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt." Ewen cleared his throat. "If you two would like to step outside-" he gestured towards the two men. "-I will speak with Miss-"
"Carly Jacks." Carly interrupted. "Call me Carly Jacks."
"Don't you dare use his name!" Morgan roared. "You don't deserve that name!" His shoulders squared, he was totally defensive, now. First, his father comes in and bothers him about Ewen, and then his mother has the audacity to use Jax's name after she and Dad killed him. Bull.
"Mrs. Jacks?" Ewen stepped in again. Sonny held the door open a little wider and let his son outside. When the door closed, Carly sighed, cursed again, and slipped into the seat previously occupied by her son.
"Doctor, tell me what's wrong with Morgan."
"Are you going to talk to your father?" Sonny leaned against the door to the room he was just removed from. His son was pacing in front of him, opening and closing his hands, which were balled up into fists. He was moving in a maniac fashion, as if he couldn't stop.
"No." He stopped long enough to answer, and then continued his pattern.
"Well, you look good." Sonny changed the subject. This time, Morgan really stopped. He stared at his father long and hard. Sonny awkwardly cleared his throat. "Physically, I mean. Er, how do you feel?"
"Horrible, thanks for asking."
"Good, good." Sonny mumbled. "Glad to see you're not bitter."
"Bitter?" Morgan spat. "Kiss my ass."
Sonny raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean 'you don't know'?" Carly snapped. "You're the doctor; you're supposed to know my son's condition!"
"Mrs. Jacks," Ewen rubbed his temples. "I already told you the problem. I cannot properly diagnose Morgan until after the first month following the traumatic incident."
"What does that mean?" Carly frowned. "What are you even talking about?"
"I'm talking about your son, Mrs. Jacks, the one you sent off to some God-forsaken military school." Ewen was growing impatient. "I suppose Morgan has told you nothing."
"No, he's been too busy with you."
"He's been busy dealing with his trauma, Mrs. Jacks."
"What the hell does that mean, Keenan?" Carly threw up her hands. "Morgan said he loved school. He always wrote positive letters."
"He lied." Ewen muttered. "People lie, Mrs. Jacks."
"Not Morgan." Carly shook her head. "He wouldn't lie about something like school. What happened to him?"
"That's what I'm trying to tell you." Ewen grumbled. "Mrs. Jacks, what happened to Morgan is something you will have to discuss with him; it's not my place to spread his pain."
"I'm his mother, Keenan; I think you can spare the ethics for his mother."
"I won't. You can either find out from your son, or listen to me. Morgan experienced a traumatic event during his last few days at military school."
"Did they find out about Sonny and I?" Carly asked.
"With all due respect, Mrs. Jacks," Ewen took in a deep breath. "This isn't about you."
"What's up with the attitude?" Sonny asked, concerned.
"I don't have an attitude." Morgan grumbled immaturely, sitting in a chair outside the door. It was going to the principal's office, except, in this case, the principal was the only person Morgan wanted to see.
"Well, find one, and lose it."
"Shut up." Morgan groaned. "Just shut up, Dad. You don't have control over me anymore. You're done."
"Morgan, I don't want to argue. Dante and I are just starting to…to reconcile. Hopefully, we can too." Sonny sighed and sat down next to his son, placing an arm protectively around the young man's broad shoulders. Morgan shied away from him. A child. He was acting like a child, and he knew it.
"Dante may have forgiven you for shooting him, but don't think I'm that easy." Morgan looked his father in the eyes. "You killed Jax. I'll never forgive you for that."
"Acute Stress Disorder, more often than not, leads into Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD. However, I cannot diagnose Morgan until after the first month. Technically, symptoms of ASD last only for a month, and if the case is bad enough, the ASD will escalate into PTSD."
"So they're the same thing." Carly assumed, listening to Ewen's words carefully. She couldn't really comprehend that her son might be one of those people. Unstable. Like Shawn. But Shawn wasn't unstable, as he had tried many times to tell her, he was just like her. He had just been through more.
"Well, not entirely. ASD often gives you feelings like you are outside of your body or you don't know where you are, compared to PTSD."
"Is there a chance that Morgan won't get PTSD?" Carly asked. No, she begged.
"Yes, there is a chance." Ewen reassured her. "However, he will have to be monitored closely for the next few months. Even if he does not have PTSD now, he is still susceptible to developing the disorder later on."
Carly sighed, rubbing her temples. She didn't want to think of her precious son like this. She had put him into military school to get away from all the danger, and now this? She had managed to put him in even greater danger than she ever imagined.
"All right, doctor, I think-"
A loud bang caught both of their attention. Muffled yells could be heard from outside.
"What the hell?" Carly stood up, and Ewen was already at the door, fearing the worst.
He feared wisely.
Morgan, in blind, uncalled for rage, had pushed Sonny against the wall, beyond livid. Sonny had a good grip on his son as well, holding him back so that they were both safe. Carly began to scream at Sonny, who yelled back at her. Morgan was still yelling at his father, and rounded on his mother as soon as she appeared.
Ewen watched the encounter from the doorway. This family, he couldn't believe all the drama that surrounded their lives. Morgan was succumbed to this every day? And what of Morgan's siblings and family? Did everyone yell and fight all the time? Perhaps it was just a New York thing.
"Morgan," Ewen started quietly. "Morgan, stop."
Morgan suddenly became conscious of his surroundings. His breathing hitched, and he instantly released his father. The hand he used to grip his mother's arm fell to his side limply. He stared at his two parents, eyes wide. They looked back at him in a mixture of shock and horror. Slowly, all three turned to Ewen for guidance.
"H-he made me angry…I didn't…" Morgan faltered. "I didn't know what I was doing, Ewen. I...I just…"
"It's all right, Morgan." Ewen assured him softly. "Things like this are common and understandable. Your father must have said the wrong thing." He sent Sonny a pointed look. "Come. We still have a session to complete."
"N-no, I can't…I don't want to talk." Moran shook his head, backing up. "I should go."
"No, you're not driving in this state." Carly said firmly. "I'll take you home."
"Mom," Morgan begged, his voice barely above a whisper.
"No, Morgan. I won't have it. You're coming home with me. We need to talk about some things." Carly grabbed her son by the arm and wheeled him out of the grasp of his father. Morgan turned around long enough to look back at Ewen, who couldn't even muster a wave in response.
Finally, the two men stood alone.
"Thank you, doctor." Sonny started, clearing his throat. "And, if you hear from Kate-"
"Sonny, why don't you come into my office?" Ewen started, his voice rigid. "We need to talk about Morgan."