Yours Forever

A story about a man who loved one woman in his lifetime, a woman who could never be his, but had his heart forever.

Chapter 1: The fate of a child

Author's Note:

Hello everyone this is a story about Maxie, Spinelli, Johnny and Lulu and a few other subsidary characters like Kate, Jax, Jason, Elizabeth, Sam, Robin, Carly, Sonny, etc. The necessary characters needed to interact with JoLu and Spixie. As you read you'll find out that most of the story centers around Spixie, but it will soon focus on Johnny and Lulu as well. The tagline mentioned below the title is in reference to both Johnny and Spinelli. The story is called "Yours Forever" based on the song by John Mellencamp. The story takes off of today where Johnny and Lulu are arguing about their relationship after the kiss they share in the haunted star. It starts as Spinelli enters and most of the dialouge is pretty similar to what happened on today's show, but with more detail, emotion, angst etc. Anyway I hope you enjoy my spinoff of today. Don't forget to review thanks!

"Um I'm sorry blonde one," Spinelli hopped down the stairs of the haunted star.

Walking past Johnny, Lulu angrily addressed Spinelli, not mad at him, but Johnny yes, "What? I'm just about to leave, you want to hang out?"

Spinelli looked down, "No unfortunately the Jackal brings news in the most upsetting nature…"

"Is it my father?" Lulu looked at him slightly alarmed.

"No, little Michael Corintos was shot," he frowned playing with his hands extremely nervous that he had to deliver such horrific news.

Johnny's heartbeat skipped a beat, "Where?"

"The coffee warehouse."

His thoughts turned to regret. Ever since Claudia suggested the idea of putting a hit on Sonny he had never looked back, but as the days, hours, minutes went by a turning feeling in his gut was telling him the hit would go wrong and now it had, in the form of a little innocent boy.

"But he's a little boy," Lulu said in on going disbelief, "Who-what kind of monster would shoot a twelve year old?"

Spinelli shrugged his shoulders wishing he knew more about the dire situation, "I don't know."

Johnny's hand turned into a fist desperately trying to keep the anger he had building inside of him, the guilt that he might be responsible for the death of a child, a child who didn't at all deserve to pay for his father's mistakes.

"Mr. Corintos sir decided to supervise the off loading of a coffee shipment tonight," Spinelli began explaining in more detail as to what happened when Johnny walked over.

"In interesting perhaps prophetic deviation from the normal routine, and the fashionista brought little Michael to the warehouse, why the jackal has no idea, but you can see how fates collide and some where an unknown sniper alert, waited and fired and most likely intended to hit Michael Corintos sir, but hit little Michael instead…"

Johnny felt sick, he could feel something crawling up his throat, but suddenly went down as Lulu glanced at him. He walked away touching the temple of his forehead while closing his eyes trying to wrap his head around how twisted his vengeance had gotten.

"Wait," Lulu watched him walk away, she could tell by his behavior, his sudden quietness, the way he touched his head, the way his posture…No, Lulu thought to herself, he couldn't have.

"I saw you put a gun to Sonny's head and you said straight out that you wanted him dead, did you…did you try to kill him tonight?" She waited for him to turn his back away from her and when he did she suddenly wished she hadn't waited to see him do so.

"You did didn't you?" She nodded in disapproval, where had the man she met on the road disappeared to?

"I would gladly shoot Sonny, but I would not fire a gun where a child could get hurt," he didn't dare look straight into her eyes as he finished his sentence for he could see she was beginning to look at him the way everyone else did.

She stood there staring at him hearing Spinelli walk up next to her, "It's most apparent that you did not shoot young Michael being as you are here with fair Lulu, but Mob/Kingpins such as yourself are not known for committing murders in person. You hire hit men/enforcers people who might not have the scruples as you do when it comes to you…" Spinelli wanted to give him more of his wrath, but he blonde one interrupted.

"Spinelli makes a very good point," she stopped paving way for tears to build in her eyes and started listening to Spinelli's words which got her angry at him.

"I did not hire or send the person that shot Michael tonight," he tried to lie with a straight face throwing anger back at Lulu.

Her lip started to quiver into a smile, yes you did, she could see it on his face that was red, she could see it in his eyes that were hurt, she could see it everywhere, he was responsible in some way for tonight, she just didn't know how.

"Lulu I swear I had nothing to do with tonight, I don't know who they are but when I do I will hunt them down and I will blow there head off," he clenched his teeth with rage thinking that his solution would impress her, make her feel that he was remorseful.

"Wow, wow that is really inspiring, that just makes up for it doesn't it?" She laughed at how stupid it all sounded, but mostly she was laughing at her self, her stupid self for thinking that Johnny was different.

"Michael's got a bullet in his head so let's go out and shoot someone else," she watched his face and body turn away from her like she was crazy, "Come on Lulu…" He responded.

"No this is sick!" She walked after him pushing him, "Don't you get it! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" She yelled grabbing his arm.

He turned to her with hurt eyes knowing this, that what he had done was killing her inside just as much as it was destroying what she thought was good in him, "To solve your problems by picking up a gun and guess what it doesn't fix anything, you shoot them they shoot you and soon nobody even knows when this hatred even started or who did most wrong. Your killing just to kill and a little boy gets caught in the middle god..."

She stared at him wanting to see the part of him that knew she was right, the part of him that she saw on the bridge, in Kellys, in the monastery when they were stuck together, in this every place they stood in, but she just couldn't see it right now.

He looked at her with tender eyes wanting to open up to her and tell her truth but she pushed him away slightly losing her balance, "Lulu!" Johnny shouted as she started to get dizzy like she was going to faint, but Spinelli grabbed hold of her before he could to his annoyance.

"I'm fine," she looked at Spinelli placing her hand on her forehead while her knees were still giving in to the floor.

"No your not," Johnny softly said gently trying to touch her, but she snapped at him.

"You're right I'm not!" She brushed his hand off, "I'm not fine because you have done something that is unforgivable!"

"I told you I didn't shoot Michael! I had nothing to do with it!" He begged for her to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she nodded knowing in her mind that he was lying.

Holding back the tears that had crept back into her eyes she bit her lip, "You are not the man I thought I could trust my heart with…"

She paused taking a deep breathe trying to regain the little bit of strength she had lot moments ago, "God Johnny what if Michael dies? What is Carly gonna do?"

Getting annoyed again he argued back with her, "I would rather take the bullet for Michael than live with this, cause you know what you're right it is my fault, and Sonny's faults, and Jason's, and my father's and all of us that live like this, who kill each other for power and money than turn around and lie and say that we have honor that we protect families, that women and children are safe and it's a bunch of crap!" He finished strongly knowing that everything he was saying she already knew was true, all she had to do was look around at Carly, Sonny, Jason and all the other people that were involved with them, it never really ends, it's a destructive path that destroys everything in its way.

"Even if Michael makes it out of this alive, he's screwed," he started out calm knowing he had someone what startled her by his last outburst, "Violence is what he's grown up with, it's what's inside of him…" He honestly believed, but she didn't, she smiled in disbelief.

"And even if he wants out there's no way he's getting out of it," he barely got time to take a deep breath from his on going argument for Lulu jumped back with a response that he never thought she'd even bring up.

"Maybe that is the lie that you tell yourself, but I don't believe it," her lip quivered but barked back with rage, "It's the truth!"

"No it's not!" She shouted from the top of her lungs, "It's not, you can walk away anytime you want you just don't want to."

She watched him look away from her trying to avoid hearing what he knew perhaps deep down inside of himself was the truth, "No mater how angry you are that Michael got shot your not angry enough gonna change anything…"

The tears she was fighting back got caught up in her throat, "Is anything gonna change tomorrow?"

He looked back at her, "No."

"I want to pretend you didn't just say that because I know a part of you knows that this is wrong, but what I don't understand is why you won't do anything to change it before you end up like your father," she knew she would get his attention now if she hadn't before.

He stared at her hurt by her sudden words waiting for her to continue on, but she didn't. She just looked at him in disappointment just as his father, just as Trevor, just as everyone else had looked at him.

She felt better now, not just because she had finally got out what had been building up inside of her since she broke up with him the day after she saw him threaten Sonny in the hospital room, but she felt like the sudden sick feeling she felt minutes ago had passed.

"Take me to the hospital," she turned to Spinelli frustrated that not only did Johnny not respond to her words, but angry that he had made it impossible for her to be with him.

"Um most surely," Spinelli looked back at Johnny who was still fired up by her words.

As she walked up the stairs with Spinelli behind her Johnny wanted the last say, "You knew this when you met me."

She stood at the top of the stairs turning to him looking at him wondering if he actually thought she'd believe his words, "No you weren't, the man I met on the side of the road wasn't afraid to live, he wasn't afraid to let himself be happy, he knew what he wanted and went after it."

He watched her leave knowing every word that came out of her mouth just now was true, but what hurt him the most was knowing that after today any progress they might have made, the kiss that he pretended he didn't want, but had secretly been longing, any chance of him ever being with her would never be.

He walked over to the poker table cursing himself at how the hit went wrong, at how he mistreated the first and last girl he'd ever probably get to love. Grabbing the chair he threw it across the room thinking that it would make him feel better, that expressing his frustrations through his jacket, poker chips and glasses would help him think clearer, but of course Johnny should have known better.

Slamming his fist onto the felt poker table he realized how he let his anger and rage mislead him into a situation that he knew he could never get out of. If he had ever thought of leaving the mob before, he'd have no chance in hell leaving now. His sister, his father and his handy dandy lawyer made sure of that, they made sure he'd continue the family business, that he run the Zacchara organization until the day he die or until the day he go permanently insane.