I don't own General Hospital or any of its characters, I just like playing with them on occasion… And seeing as how I have been beyond disgusted with the show and what is going on, I felt the need to try and fix it my way. Reviews are always welcomed, good, bad or otherwise, but be constructive please! And remember, reviews inspire me to write more and faster! I'll try to update as often as possible, but life is hectic and sometimes won't allow me to do it as often as I like, but, I will try my best to keep with a schedule! (Oh yeah, Aiden doesn't exist in this story) If you like it, let me know, reviews work great for that, let me know if you want more!

Prologue

I turned, for just a moment, but a moment was too long. I could feel a chill breeze on the back of my neck and knew in that moment, nothing was ever going to be the same again. As I turned to assess where the breeze was coming from, I saw the door open, and my baby, nowhere in sight.

My heart kicked into overdrive as I sprinted from the house, the erratic beat almost deafening in the silence of the night. Dark wings were beating at the edge of my vision as I closed in on the road, and as my eyes adjusted, the closer I got, the easier it was to see the shape of a small body lying motionless in the road. An inhuman scream bubbled up and out of my throat as I collapsed next to that small body.

My mind was trying to understand what was happening; my heart was denying it fervently. I tried to grasp the small body, drawing it into my warmth, but my arms wouldn't work. I felt my throat almost constricting, but couldn't be bothered to pay it any attention, until I realized that shrieking sound was still coming for me. As I tried to quiet myself, those black wings grew larger and finally took me. In a far off recess of my mind, I realized I had passed out, and was disgusted with myself.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I was slowly coming back and could smell the horrible scent of smelling salts being waved beneath my nose. As I regained some semblance of wakefulness I shoved the hand away from me. That was when the voice reached me, "Miss, please relax, we're just trying to help you. Just stay still and we'll have you taken to the hospital to assess your injuries."

I hadn't realized I was struggling but I shoved harder and pushed him away from me. "I'm not hurt, I must have fainted. Where's my son?"

That pitying look in his eyes almost made me start to scream again, but with every fiber of my being, I tamped down the urge. It was almost impossible to ignore, but somehow, and somewhere, I found an extra reserve of strength.

I guess I must have been closer to the edge than I thought, because suddenly, I felt a prick in my arm and then my world was growing hazy. "You ass, what have you done?" I demanded in a shrill voice. "I have another child; I have to get to him!" Even as I said it, I could feel the drugs trying to pull me under, but my baby needed me, my babies needed me…

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