Saving Grace. {completed}

Chapter 2

"And what you gonna do about it if I don't?" Mark stood hair firmly clenched in his fist, Jason couldn't quite see his face is was too dark.

"Look we can do this nicely, you go about your business and I take the girl home, happy days..." Jason took another step forward as he weighed up the inevitable confrontation that was about to happen, his opponent was slurring so he was obviously drunk, the girl on the floor didn't even moan, she was seeming knocked out, just one push or punch should do it.

Mark stood his ground the alcohol had made him brave, he could take this asshole out, no problem, "I don't think you heard me, now piss off back inside while I deal with this..."

Jason had moved to within arms length, in a low soft tone, his words clipped and filled with the threat, he wanted to make sure he was being perfectly clear, "I heard you, but you know what I'm fed up talking, let her go or else.."

Before Mark could even utter the question "or what?" Jason's clenched fist met with his jaw, the sound cracked round the close, Mark let go and stumbled back, Jason moved forward not giving him anytime to readjust, again Jason's fist threw with meaning and hit first his cheek before his stomach, Mark tumbled to the ground groaning, he curled into a ball. Turning, Jason returned to what could have been a pile of laundry but wasn't, she still hadn't moved which he was a little concerned about. Jason gathered her in his arms, Mark screamed after them, "you can have the ugly slut!"

Jason ignored him and continued with his still unconscious package inside.

Not having been round the house yet, Jason decided the best place was to lay her on the sofa and try and assess what the damage was, not that he was Dr or anything, hadn't even acted as Dr so he couldn't even fall back on any research he may have had to do. Jason didn't even bother looking back to see if the 'dick' had gone, he closed the front door with his foot, and found the living room where he placed the unconscious body. He could see that she wasn't particularly tall not by Caron's model standard, and she wasn't exactly a bag of bones either, but cosily curvy, not that he was interested or taking any notice of that!

She groaned as he placed her down, he finally got to have a look at her teared stained face, her mascara had run, black streaks line her cheeks and he could already see a nice bruise developing across her eye and cheek, that's gonna hurt in the morning. Jason did contemplate fetching a brandy but by the smell of breath she was pretty anesthetised already, probably one of the reasons she hadn't woke up, he covered her over with a throw that happened to be on the sofa already. Jason stood and stared at his new unexpected house guest, not quite how he had imagined his first night in a new place to go, he pondered for a moment, should he stay with her, or just crash on a bed, God he was tired, the flight and stress of the last few days had finally taken their toll. There were two large armchairs across from the sofa, Sod it, I'll kip here, he locked the front door, took off his jacket and he sat on the chair opposite the sofa. Within minutes he was asleep.

When Jason awoke, he for a few seconds couldn't work out where he was or why, and all that had happened just a few hours ago seemed like a nightmare. Until, in an instant he realised that it had all actually happened. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked across to the sofa expecting to see a still sleeping victim, but she had gone, the throw was folded and neatly placed on the sofa and note lay on top. Not what he was expecting at all!

He reached forward and picked it up to read...

Hi, thanks for last night, you're a real hero, I owe you one, I had to go work, drop in for a coffee, my shift Costa finishes at 3, at least let me buy you a drink, so I can say thank you properly, thanks again.

Harry.

PS, anyone ever tell you really look like that guy? Ooops nearly forgot it's the Costa on the high street, next to a fancy dress shop, hope I see you there!