This is the sequel to Quality and part two of the Family Stone Chronicles. If you haven't read Quality yet, this won't make much sense as it is AU.

"I didn't realize," Dante said through gritted teeth, "you owned—this much—stuff—Morgan—Stone—Corinthos!"

The aforementioned younger brother had the heart to look a little guilty as he leaned on his crutches and watched Dante and Michael drag box after box of clothes and toys into the tiny apartment. "I didn't buy any of it! It's not really my fault!"

With a groan, Michael dumped a crate of Yankees gear on the sofa. "Y'know, Dante, Morgan does have a point! Either Mom, Dad or Jax—" Suddenly, the all color drained from Michael's face. "Oh, hell. Morgan…"

The smaller boy's eyes welled with tears. Dante dropped his box and pulled Morgan into his arms. "Hey, little bro. Hey, it's okay. It's okay. I got you."

"Morgan, I'm sorry!"

"Michael, it's fine." Dante shot Michael a warning look. This is not a good time for you to freak out on me, man. "How about you help Lulu set up the sofa bed, right? Morgan and I need to talk."

For a moment, Michael wavered; then, with one last pained look at Morgan, he followed his cousin into the other room. Dante watched him go and then pulled Morgan onto the sofa with a sigh. The boy curled into his brother's side with a whimper. "Hey. Hey. Listen to me. It's not your fault that Jax died."

"But it is!" Morgan wailed. "I'm the one who wanted to go sailing! I made him—"

"No. No, you didn't make Jax do anything. Listen to me: Jax took you out that day because he loved you, right? You two had a lot of fun. I know—know how much you miss him, bud, but you can't blame yourself for what happened. Do you know how to drive?"

Morgan blinked up at Dante tearfully. "No…"

"Then how could you have stopped the car from crashing?" At that, Morgan bit his lip. Dante waited for the words to sink in before he continued: "Morg, I knew Jax, okay? The one thing I know for sure about him is that he loved you and your siblings. He wouldn't want you to—"

Both brothers jumped (Dante with a curse) as Dante's phone went off. The cop cursed again when he saw who was calling. "Sorry, buddy, I have to take this. –Lucky, what is it?"

"Dante, we just got a missing persons report filed, and we need you on the search team."

"Missing persons report?" Dante could feel Morgan's eyes on his back as he began to pace. "What—what happened?"

"Well, that's what we're trying to figure out." Lucky sighed; Dante could imagine that the other cop was pacing, too. "See, Jason Morgan came in this morning—looked frantic. Looked terrible. Apparently, he'd been out in the woods for the past couple of days searching, but he didn't find anything…That's why he came to us."

"Well—who? Who was he looking for? Sam? Carly?" Has she totally lost her mind?

As Dante spoke, Michael, Lulu, and Josslyn slipped into the room. Michael shot a questioning glance at Morgan, who shrugged helplessly. Dante shook his head at all of them as Lucky sighed and corrected:

"No. Not Sam or Carly…Damian Spinelli…and Kristina Davis."

"My sister? My sister is missing?" Though Dante didn't notice, everyone else in the apartment flinched; in his fury, the eldest Corinthos son looked exactly like his father. "Why the hell didn't you say that in the first place? Never mind. I'll be there in five."

As Dante snapped his phone shut, Michael strode around the couch to meet him. "What happened? Where the hell's Kristina?"

Dante jerked on his jacket and shook his head at his brother. When Michael's blue eyes flashed furiously, Dante shoved him back towards Lulu. "I'm going to get down to the station and find out what's going on. There's a missing persons report out for Kristina and Spinelli," he said, more to Lulu than anyone else. His girlfriend went pale and tightened her grip on baby Josslyn.

"Who filed the report?"

"Are they together?"

"Are you going to find them?"

Dante shrugged his shoulders at Morgan, who trembled on the couch. "I hope so, bro. That's what Lucky and I are going to try to do.

"Go ahead and order pizza, Lu," he called grimly as he got in the elevator. "I don't think I'm going to be home to make dinner tonight."

Disclaimer for entire story: I am not affiliated with ABC, General Hospital, or anyone else remotely powerful in the soap world. If I were…1. Claudia would be alive. 2. Claudia and Sonny's baby would be alive. 3…