Title: Falling
Author: Ashley Marie aka AbayJ
Rating
: M (For Slash, Language, Violent Themes)
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I'd be rich!
Genre: Alternate Reality/Romance/Angst/Humor/Drama/Slash/Songfic
Summery: A look into the lives of women in Port Charles.
Couples: Courtney/Carly, Faith/Skye, and Alexis/Sam (no, they are not related, Alexis is NOT her mother.) (Hints of: Journey, LuSam, CarSon, Rexis, Jaxis, SkyLo, and Laith.)
Author's Note: Mostly this story will contains slash between two sets of women.
Author's Note II: This is just for the characters so you can see what their lives are like. After this, you will see them in the couple form.
Author's Note III: These tales will be told in style of Songfics. This song is Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional
Author's Note IV: Some of these are in first person, only because I switch somewhere along the line...I may do either, I haven't decided. First person may fit but Third looks better. I'll think on it and let me know what you think.
Author's Note V: I'm a review whore, so pay the fare and make me happy:)


Falling

Prologue: Vindicated


Hope dangles on a string...Like slow spinning redemption

She stumbled into the smoke invested bar, she wasn't use to this. She didn't do this. She was strong, she was a wonder woman. After all, no one would suspect to see miss perfect here. Not miss snooty foot Courtney. She was held on some kind of pedestal, a pedestal she had no business being on. No want to be on. Closing her eyes once she sits down, she takes in a deep breath of the air that was around her, it was dirty. She was dirty. It seemed almost fitting.

Looking at the bartender, she gave him a small smile and order a beer. No fancy champagne, not fancy glass. Just a bottle of beer, a bottle that would fit well in her hand. Watching the bartender pop the top and place a napkin in front of her, finally placing the beer there too. She gave him a nod, and picked it up. Taking a long swig that took most of the beer down her throat.

Then she took a breath that was more like a sigh and she swiveled her chair around to look out in the crowd. This was where she belonged, this was where she wanted to be.


Winding in and winding out...The shine of it has caught my eye

A short blast of wind had her tightening her coat around her. She hated this time of the year. she hated the cold, she hated the wind, and she hated the snow. She hated everything about winter. It was a horrible little thing. Closing her eyes, she breath in the harsh hair and looked out onto the nearly frozen water of the pier. She couldn't jump, she wouldn't make it past the ice. It was to hard. To deep. Which was sad. Tonight, she felt like jumping.

Bringing her hand to her face, she stroke where the bruise was. He hadn't missed this time, she had expected him too. He wasn't drunk this time, he was just angry. He was just angry at me, angry at the entire world. Closing my eyes, I feel a single tear slide down the bruise. This was now her life, a man who no longer loved her, who was more angry with her then anyone. Why, she wasn't sure. She was a good wife, a good mother, she loved him and her family.

Carly Corinthos, though, wasn't enough for him. She doubted she would ever be enough for him.


And roped me in...So, mesmerizing, so hypnotizing

Red hair, red cheeks, everything about Skye Quartermaine was red, but her heart, her heart was different. Her heart was black. Black as midnight. It was kind of like a bruise really, it started out red, went to blue, to green, to purple, and finally black. Her heart was a large bruise in the sent of her chest. She wasn't alone, at least, not anymore. She knew a thousand of women in Port Charles who heart was black. One of her best friends heart was black...like hers. Maybe that was why they had clicked so well.

She put the vodka down, her one addiction besides rejection, and stood up. Moving to the mantel and picking up a picture. How could you have it all but loose it in a blink of an eye. It wasn't supposed to happen that way, at least, not in all the Harlequin romance novels she read it didn't. You won the guy, or the guy won you, and then you lived happily ever after.

What a bunch of bull shit. Stuff like that, those books, gave little girls false hope and women dreams that were unattainable. Happiness, in her case, was unattainable. It had always been, and it would be forever. After all, beneath her beauty, laid a black heart. Happiness and black had never went together.


I am captivated...I am vindicated...I am selfish...I am wrong...I am right

"DUCK!" That was the last thing I had heard from my bodyguard before he had been shot to the ground by some damn punk who thought he could gain my dead husband territories from by killing me. I guess at least, I was lucky this time. The bullet had pierced my guard heart, which had been only inches from me. That was the worst part about being with a man in the ally, you got to close.

Pushing the lifeless body off of me, I looked down. Blood covered me. I was covered in blood that just a few minutes ago, I had tasted after I nipped his neck. I stand up and look around, the gunman must have left, but I pull out my own gun though, in case and I look around. Then I look back down at the body, and I felt nothing. I had been about to fuck this man, and now he was dead and yet, I didn't care. I couldn't care, I was to used to this. I was to used to death.

Death was quickly becoming my best friend, everyone I was around, wound up dead. I was wondering would I be next? After all, I didn't care anymore. Living was like a black hole. It started slowly. Pulling you in slowly before in one moment, it sucked you full. It wasn't mine time to be sucked yet. I should be grateful, but I didn't feel grateful, instead, I felt almost disappointed.


I swear I'm right...Swear I knew it all along

This wasn't what my life was supposed to be like, I was a lawyer, I was a strong, prepared, and the best damn lawyer in PC. It felt as though I had lost that though. I wasn't that person. I wasn't. I was weak, I was a mess, and I was the worst damn wife in PC. I was the worst person in all of Port Charles. I had ruined the best relationship of my life all because of one night. One night in the bed of my ex-husband bed.

I had the life I had always wanted, two daughters, a husband who loved me. Who GOT me...did anyone know how where that was? He got me but a night with to much wine, to many memories, and without touch for so long of my husband's so long, it fit. Closing my eyes, I look up at the ceiling and hold back tears, I close my suitcase and pick up. The weight up my world in it.

This was it, this was the end of the one relationship I had been sure would last. Looking at my bedroom, I take the first step out of it, the worst step of my new life. A new beginning...a new chance to ruin my life all over again. I shut the bedroom door, shutting the door on my happiness. I look at the Nanny that had the girls and I give the best smile I could. Following them. Following them anywhere they wanted...following them where I could start over.


And I am flawed, but I am cleaning up so well...I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself

"Goodbye." His words hit me hard and I only reach up my hand. He was leaving again, this time, I had no idea for how long, I had no idea where, and the worst part, I couldn't make myself ask where. I didn't do that, I didn't ask. Not anymore at least. Taking a breath, I wait for the door close and a sense of freedom that hadn't been presence since he came home. Taking a breath, I fall against the couch. This wasn't fair, to him, to her, to anyone. None of this was fair but at the same time, I couldn't break his heart.

Not like she had before. Taking a breath, I place my hands in my hands and turn it to the side, looking at our wedding picture. That had been our last day of happiness that I could remember. Which had the saddest part of this whole thing. It was three years ago, three years ago since she was happy. Shaking my head, I lean back against the couch.

How did one gain happiness again once it had been gone so long? Were you ever able to do that? I wasn't so sure anymore.


Part I: Done...now tell me whatcha ya think.