A/N: Surprise! Yet again another story I'll struggle to keep up with haha. Anyway, I always imagined what would of been if she had taken him home after all.
His name was Johnny Morgan.
Lana Winters refrained from speaking the name at first.
The name she did not come up with on her own. The name to the face of the sweet boy in the school photograph that sat on the manila folder upon her desk.
She was shocked at the face of the boy no longer an infant. But her shock was something of a surprise for she had half expected to still see that scrunchy face looking back at her. Instead there was a face of a boy. A boy she did not know but had given birth to ten years ago in 1965.
A boy she was going to look for.
She had thought about it multiple times over the span of the last year. The boy had weighed heavily on her mind over the last ten years but it wasn't until the beginning of 1974 that she began to feel the heavy remorse for giving him up. Lana thought about how things would have been if she hadn't given him up for adoption. She wondered about his personality and his interests. She needed to find him. She needed to see him with her very own eyes.
Now in the fall of 1975 she had found the boy.
Ten years old, living in a home for boys located in the heart of Boston. Never once adopted, never once given a home, a family or a chance. The remorse twisted in Lana's stomach. The guilt ate her alive every single moment she was awake. The boy she had abandoned was still out there, waiting.
Lana exited the building of the workplace and out into the cold November air. She rubbed her luxurious coat in means to adjust to the sudden coldness and lit a cigarette.
Tomorrow she would meet the boy. Tomorrow she would meet her son.
The thought was an odd one but one Lana had been waiting so long for. She didn't know what she would say or what she would do upon seeing him. She hadn't recited the right words to apologize to him. But Lana did know that a part of her, a part of her that was so strong, wanted her to bring him home.
Lana drove her car a few blocks down and parked it next to a coffee shop she frequented often.
She entered the shop and looked around the quaint place until she saw him seated at a small table by the window. When he glanced up, they met eyes and Lana smiled.
"Is this seat taken?" She asked.
Kit Walker chuckled. "No, Ma'am. Have a seat."
Lana laughed and sat down. The two sat in a humble silence for a moment until Kit finally decided to break it. "So, what do ya think?"
Lana glanced out the window onto the street. A group of young boys a bit older than her son ran by, laughing and pushing one another.
"I'm going to see him."
Kit was surprised but of course a part of him expected it no less. "Are ya sure that's what ya wanna do?"
Lana inhaled and exhaled, "Yes. I need to Kit. I need to see him."
"And if he sees you? What are you going to tell him?"
The waitress came and asked if she could take Lana's order. Lana smiled politely and asked for a cup of coffee. The waitress nodded and went off with her order.
"I don't. I don't what I'm going to tell him. Not yet." She admitted.
Kit took a drink from his coffee. "Well, when are ya gonna see him?"
"Tomorrow." Lana said, "He goes to a school in downtown Boston, near the home where he lives."
"Oh, so he was adopted after all?"
Lana solemnly shook her head. "No. It's a…its' a home for orphaned boys." Her voice died down.
"Oh." Kit sighed, "Well, ya have my support." Kit reached over and grasped her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Lana smiled at him, "Thank you."
Kit pulled away when the waitress brought Lana her coffee.
"I'm worried." Lana admitted.
"About what?" Kit asked.
"I'm worried of how he'll react. Of what he'll say." She confided in him, "I'm worried of what I'll say. Of what I'll do. But I need to do this. I need to see him."
Kit smiled gently at her, "I'm sure everythin' will be fine and you'll make the right choice. Yer Lana Winters after all. Nothin' scares ya."
Lana chuckled knowing very well that there were still things in her life that scared her and facing her past was one of them.
When Lana parked her car on the driveway of her lavish home in the outskirts of Boston, she stepped out and glanced at the large house. She had denied the boy a decent start at life and she wondered how he had faired in his first ten years.
Lana would find out soon enough.
She stepped inside the large house and closed the door behind her. She placed her purse on the round table in the middle of the foyer and went directly to her study. There, she took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door. Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly reached into the pocket of her coat bringing out the photo of Johnny Morgan.
Lana sat behind her desk and studied the photograph of the boy with the blue eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses. His skin was fair and his hair a chestnut brown. His school photograph was so formal and he barely even forced a smile. His eyes looked solemn and his expression was too innocent for the cruelty of the world.
Lana tried to find any trace of Oliver Thredson in her son's face but found more of herself in the boy. She couldn't deny it.
"I wonder what kind of boy you are." Lana said to the photograph, "I suppose tomorrow we'll find out."