Note: This was before we all found out that Jax is alive. And that Claudia is Johnny's mother not his sister. This is also shortly after Brenda left Sonny (again). Includes an original character. I don't own any General Hospital characters. However, Marilyn is my original character.

Port Charles

It was nighttime in Port Charles. In the Corinthos's penthouse the windows were streaked with rain and pounded on by lightning. Boom! Thunder thundered the photographs and artwork on the walls. It was a dark night in Port Charles. And even darker for mobster Michael Corinthos Junior, aka Sonny. Sonny gazed out his window, watching his reflection get rained on.

How could this have happened?

He kept thinking over and over to himself. The dark haired and slightly tanned skinned man cursed himself for being so stupid. He couldn't forget the face of his ex-wife Carly after she had learned what had had happened to Jax. Sonny knew deep down he was glad that Jax was gone. Permanently.

He deserved it.

For driving my Brenda away.

But he did cancel the plan on "taking care of Jax". He honest to God did.

So what happened?

Sonny poured himself another shot of scotch and stood up, not sitting down, taking a few sips of alcohol every once in awhile. Carly had said that because of what he did would drive his kids, Michael, Morgan, and Kristina away. But mostly Morgan. Morgan had loved Jax, his stepfather. Sonny took a longer sip from his drink, driving all thoughts away. For the moment. He finally sat down on one of his leather lounge chairs and closed his eyes.

For just a moment.

Sonny woke with a start. There was something that caused the room to light up. This was weird because he had had no lights on, not even a candle. Something in his parlor was . . . shimmering? Sonny sat up abruptly and looked around feeling a little spooked.

"Hello?" Sonny yelled. "Show yourself!" He pulled out his gun.

But then something did. More accurate, someone.

A girl.

She rose angelically out of the shimmering light. She X-rayed Sonny with her dark chocolate brown eyes.

Sonny didn't know how to process this. "What the hell is this?" He half asked half screamed to the enlightened girl . . . no young woman.

She looked at Sonny. Studying was more accurate. The young woman was in her late teens, looked to be slightly older than his daughter Kristina. The young woman had dark brown hair that could easily pass for black. Almond shaped dark chocolate eyes and her height was only two and a quarter inches shorter than Sonny.

The angelic young woman was wearing a simple pure white dress with long sleeves. Pale golden light illuminated on her hair. She spoke to Sonny,

"Hello Dad."

Sonny went dumbstruck. Dad?

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" He shouted dazedly and waved his gun around.

The young woman answered calmly, as though she wasn't being threatnend with a gun,

"My name is Marilyn."

Sonny pulled the gun down. He angled his head to look closer at this . . .

"Marilyn?"

"Yes Dad."

Sonny stroked his chin. Marilyn looked strangely familiar.

"Who's your mother?"

Marilyn didn't hesitate.

"Claudia Zachara."

Sonny had expected anything but this. Anybody from his personnal past. Anybody but this psychaotic woman. Not this woman.

"Cl- Claudia? But she's-"

"Dead," Marilyn cut off her father. "I know. Your son-my half brother- Michael killed her."

Sonny was mind-blown.

"But- but how is this possible?"

Marilyn sighed as if she had told her story over and over again.

"Nineteen years ago. You and my mother met –more liked hooked up- at a bar in Fiji. You didn't recognize her because her hair was dyed blonde back then. You both had a little too much to drink and. . . one thing led to another," explained Marilyn.

"You're my daughter?"

"Yes Dad," starting to sound a little impatient with Sonny.

Sonny smiled.

"You are not real," he said, backing away from Marilyn. Sonny waved his hand over Marilyn's face. It was transparent. He gasped. Marilyn shook her head. The next thing she said shocked Sonny again,

"Dad, I'm dying."

Sonny gaped at her. "You're dying?"

"Yeah. I have leukemia. For the past few weeks it seems that they were most likely my last. I had to see you before or if I go."

Sonny continued to gape at his estranged daughter. He had just learned of her existence. Now she was telling him that she was going to die?

"I'm sorry." Then, "Where are you? Your body I mean."

"I live in the dangerous part of Manhattan. I'm living on whatever the customers give me for my services-"

Sonny raised his eyebrows.

"- But right now right now I'm in a hospital obviously. At the moment I'm in sugery. Bone marrow transplant."

Sonny turned away from Marilyn. This was too much.

"How did you get to Manhattan?" Sonny asked.

"When I was little Mom and I moved a lot. We once were living in Europe. A few years ago when I was first diagnosed Mom said she was going to Port Charles. She said she was going to tell you about me. I guess by your face she didn't. A few, actually, many months later I read on the Internet about her murder trial. How you, then Michael Corinthos III went plead guilty for the murder of my mother, Claudia Zachara. When my mother's death was confirmed I was thrown out onto the streets by my old nanny Jolene. I was sixteen. I was desperate, motherless, and sick. I turned to the only line of work that was out there on the streets that would ask no questions and that would pay my rent."

Sonny blinked. His daughter had needed him and he had had no clue. Wait, there was an explanation to all of this.

"How do I know you're not a dream?"

"You'll have to trust me."

Trust. One of the things that Sonny bestowed only on those closest to him. Not some random girl.

"Yeah?" He challenged. "Well I don't."

"Okay," said Marilyn. "Come and find me yourself. I'll try to hold on as long as I can."

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold on. You want me to come and find you?"

"Yes. You are my father. And your daughter is dying."

Marilyn was starting to fade away. She grew less and less shimmery.

"Dad, promise me you'll come and I'll promise you I'll hold as long as I can."

"Marilyn look-"

Marilyn faded away. Sonny just stared at the place where Marilyn had stood.