A/n: I love General Hospital, but sometimes the characters are just ridiculous. This first chapter takes place right after Sonny shot Dante, and Dante has just been released from the hospital. Mostly banter, but hopefully it cheers someone up :)

For the baseball fans out there, like me, I'll be using stats and players from the 2011 season even though this takes place the year Dante was shot, which I think was last season (2010).

Revised: March 7, 2012

Dante Falconeri arrived at Yankee Stadium. He stepped out of the limo, breathing in the air of the Bronx that had carried him throughout his childhood.

His fatherless childhood.

Out stepped Sonny Corinthos, his eager son Morgan at his heels.

"Isn't this great, Dante? You, me and dad, family bonding." Morgan looked up at his new big brother, who looked pained. Max and Milo were the last to get out, telling the driver where to park. Dante pondered jumping back in the limo but it had sped off before he had a chance to pounce.

"It's just the three of us, now." Morgan beamed.

"Five of us, sir." Max corrected before clearing his throat and looking down sheepishly.

"No, no, Max, why don't you sit there." Dante suggested as the guards came back with hot dogs and beers. Shrugging, Max sat next to Milo as Sonny frowned. Max was in between him and Morgan, and Milo was in between Morgan and Dante. Dante seemed rows away.

"Drink, boss?" Max handed Sonny a beer.

"Yeah." Sonny took a sip and waited for Dante to accept his beer.

"What? Oh, no thanks, Milo, I'm don't drink in front of kids." He shot his father a look.

"That's admirable." Sonny grumbled.

"Well, just trying to set a good example. You do know what that is, don't you, Sonny?" Dante smiled kindly. Morgan sank lower in his seat.

"So, Dante, who's your favorite player?" Morgan piped up to change the subject.

"Gotta be…" Dante frowned. "Robinson Cano."

"Yeah, that was really cool when his dad pitched to him in the Home Run Derby this year." Morgan agreed.

"Sure was. His dad is such a nice guy. You never have to worry about him shooting his son in the chest."

Sonny threw his hands in the air.

"Who's your favorite player, dad?"

"A-Rod." Sonny answered, taking another swig of beer.

"Really?" Morgan frowned. "That's Michael's favorite, too."

"Well, it's probably because of the steroids. That's right up Sonny's alley." Dante leaned over Milo to explain to Morgan, who nodded like it all made sense to him.

"That's not it." Sonny grumbled.

"Does he have a police record?" Dante shot back. "I'm not judging, just observing. Maybe he shot someone in the chest."

The next half inning was in silence. CC Sabathia was pitching well for the first start of the season. Dante tried not to look at Sonny while Sonny tried to talk to Dante. Morgan, Max and Milo were just in the middle.

"Dad, what does CC stand for?" Morgan asked.

"Could get shot in the chest." Dante answered quickly.

"It stands for Carsten Charles!" Snapped Sonny. He ran a hand through his slicked hair and sighed.

"You know what, Milo; I think I will have one of those beers." Dante stretched out his arms.

"Sure thing, boss." Milo handed him the drink.

"Boss?" Sonny was furious. "I'm the boss!"

"Relax, boss, it was just a joke." Max defended his brother. Sonny shut his eyes closed, shaking his head.

"I thought you weren't drinking in front of Morgan?" Sonny asked next.

"I just got shot, my head isn't working straight."

"Your head isn't on straight."

"Well, it's probably genetic."

Morgan felt his head to see if it was straight put on his hat.

"Yeah!" Dante jumped out of his seat as Derek Jeter hit a single down the left field line, scoring Brett Gardener. His phone slipped out in his haste. Morgan leaned over Milo to pick it up. It was vibrating.

Lulu: I've got a surprise for you when you get back :)

"What's that?" Sonny looked over at the phone that Morgan had. Dante was talking to some guy next to him and didn't see.

"Lulu has a surprise for you?" Morgan read out loud.

"Lulu?" Dante turned around, a hopeful look on his face. "Oh. What, did she text me?"

"Yeah, she says she has a surprise for you when you get back." Morgan read.

"Smiley face." Max added. Sonny raised his eyebrows at his phone.

"I hope you're using protection, son. You don't want any surprise pregnancies."

"Did you think of that before or after you knocked up my mom?" Dante sat down, grabbing his phone.

"Do you have any games on here?" Morgan asked. Dante shrugged, handing the device back to Morgan, who beamed.

"I didn't know Olivia was pregnant with you-"

"So then you shot me, right? Isn't that such a cliché?"

"I didn't know you were my son."

"Yeah, you don't know a lot of things, do you, Sonny? I'm kind of getting that vibe."

"Yeah, me too." Milo put in. Sonny glared at him. "Uh, Dante, want to get more beers?" Milo and Dante left.

"Boss, I think that maybe you're being too hard on Dante." Max said.

"He started it!" Sonny pouted. Dante's phone vibrated again.

Ma: All right, I'm worried about you. If you don't answer soon I'll have to come down there and see if Sonny shot you again.

"Let me see that." Sonny grabbed the phone from Morgan.

Some time later, Dante and Milo returned. Milo passed a beer down to Sonny, who gratefully accepted it. "Where's my phone?" He asked Morgan, who shrunk back.

"Uh…"

"What are you doing with my phone?" Dante reached past Milo and Morgan to try to grab his phone.

"One second." Sonny held up a finger.

"What are you doing?" Dante repeated. "Are you—are you sexting my mother?" Dante snatched his phone away and tried to delete the message, but it was already sent.

"That is so wrong, Sonny! She has a boyfriend!"

Ma: That is not funny Dante Angelo Falconeri.

Dante: I'm sorry, Ma…that was Sonny.

Ma:

"Yeah, but it's Johnny." Sonny's nose screwed up in disgust.

"Well I'm not happy about it either." Dante sighed.

"Hallelujah, they're agreeing." Max said. Morgan giggled.

"Do you see the way he touches her?" Sonny asks. "I mean, he's your age."

"That's what I keep telling her!" Dante agreed enthusiastically. "She could be his mother!"

Sonny's phone vibrated. He pulled it out of his suit jacket.

Johnny: Stop talking about me you son of a bitch.

Corinthos looked at the row next to him. There was Johnny Zacchara himself with his date, Olivia Falconeri.

"Ma!" Dante shot up, following Sonny's gaze.

"You son of a bitch!" Sonny yelled at Johnny, who had his arm around Olivia.

"I should say the same to you!" Johnny stood up.

"Dante!" Olivia hissed. "You're making a scene."

The three men glared at each other until Dante finally gave in. "Sorry, Ma." He sighed, sinking down in his seat.

"Sorry, Olivia." Sonny and Johnny said in unison and sat down, too.

"Good." Olivia nodded and turned back to the game.

Johnny: Bastard.

Sonny locked eyes with Johnny. I'll kill you, he mouthed. Johnny fired a finger gun in Sonny's direction. Sonny's eyes grew wide, and he sat back against the seat to escape the whizzing imaginary bullet.

Sonny: Missed me.

Johnny: Now you gotta kiss me.

"That's disgusting." Morgan read over his father's shoulder.

"Yeah." Sonny agreed. Olivia and Dante were the only two paying attention to the game, now. Milo and Max were shooting their own imaginary guns back at Johnny's guards. Sonny and Johnny were angrily texting each other and Morgan was telling Sonny what to say.

Ma: Let's go home, baby.

Dante looked at his mom and got up without a word to the others. The two Falcorneri's left in Olivia's car.

The Yankees beat the Twins 4-2, but it's not like that mattered to anyone.