Who Needs Tomorrow? A Sexis Short Story
Note- This story is dedicated to Ayshen who somehow made me like this couple ( I know it surprised me, too!). Bear with me as I come to this couple's story late and I am still trying to figure them out.
This story couldn't be part of Give Me Tonight because it drifts firmly into the M rating, instead of T.
Summer of 2007
She noticed the moment he stepped off the elevator at the Metro Court, and knew instantly he was there for her.
A lump formed in Alexis Davis' throat. That was the last thing she wanted to do, cry again. She was all cried out. The funeral made sure of that. Every time she looked at the huge blown up photo of him- blonde and full of sunshine in his eyes and smile- she had broken down again. She made no sound when she cried at the ceremony, and quickly dabbed away all the evidence.
There was no need for the world to know she was splintering within her tough shell, but somehow - far from her, in his own home- he had figured it out and tracked her down. She knew it, like she knew him, like she knew herself.
Sonny started toward her table.
Her dark eyes met his, as he sauntered closer, and then passed her, casting only the slightest nod her way. No one else at her table even noticed him, but for Alexis he could not be in a room and she didn't know it, feel it, sense him, and remember.
There were just too many memories crushing down on her heart and mind today, memories of a lost friend, that she couldn't think about Sonny too, and all that was done now.
Instead she brought her attention back to Ned, Lois, and Robin. Nobody was keeping count of how many drinks they had but it seemed that every story brought upon another round. But Alexis wasn't drunk. She only wished she was. How much alcohol would it take to forget for one second what her life was? All that it was missing now and forever would be.
"And then he told me to take the controls of his jet," Lois squealed "I thought for sure we were going to end up at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean."
They all laughed, trying their best to make it sound real. For Jax was a good man, a man they loved, and he was gone now. The reasons were many...starting and ending with this town...this place that destroyed happiness and lives...it had taken Zander from her, and Kristina, it even reached out and snatched away her brother...Stefan was supposed to be invincible...no one that in this town could ever really be that, thought. Not even Sonny. He could die...
Stop, Alexis scolded herself as she downed her drink. Her hand was shaking as she gripped the glass, and then it shattered.
Everyone at the table froze. Robin was the first to react, gently lifting Alexis bleeding hand out of the shards.
Then Sonny was there, coming off his stool at the bar where he had been watching her. Without a word he wrapped a cloth napkin around her hand.
Ned said, "I'll take you home, sweetie."
"I can handle it, Quatermaine," Sonny said then looked at Alexis and she nodded.
She rose and opened her mouth to say goodbye to her friends, though they belonged to Jax much more than her. He was always so good at loving people and making them love him back. Much more so than she was.
God had taken the wrong person. It was that simple in her mind. The rest of them were bigger sinners than him. He had been her true friend and confidant, and he was gone now. That had to be a cosmic mistake. She couldn't accept it was part of any grander plan.
She had lost all her other dreams already, everything but her daughters, how could it be right that she lost Jax too? Her mind couldn't comprehend it and soon, she feared, it would just shut down on her. The Great Alexis Davis, as Sonny had called her at one time, would finally take the fall into the darkness that she had been fighting off for 30 years now.
Her mouth was still slightly open, but no words came out.
Robin sniffled. Lois reached for Ned's hand.
Ned said, "Take care of yourself, Alexis...he would want that."
She had always taken care of herself, for no one else ever could be counted on to do it well. But now, Alexis was simply without any reserves left and that shocked her.
She looked at Sonny. His eyes seemed to be as lost as hers, and yet he also was the only thing in the world that might keep her sane tonight. It was terrifying to lean on him, but she couldn't think about that fear now. There was no room in her heart or mind for that emotion. She was filled up with grief and memories- some of Jax, some of other people she hadn't held onto tight enough.
His hand slid to her back and he led her to the elevator. Once they were on the way to the lobby, he said "I know I am the last person you want to see tonight but..."
"Did you come here for me?" The question was sharp and piercing. She knew the answer and hoped he wouldn't play the usual game this time. She didn't have any energy for it.
Sonny's eyes slid away. Every other woman he moved closer to, in situations like this, and he was the one in control. With her, it was a dance that neither of them led, it was a fight for control and understanding, and not to show too much. It was complicated.
"Just thought you might...need a friend, counselor."
(I know it's late, I know you're weary
I know your plans don't include me
Still here we are, both of us lonely
Longing for shelter from all that we see) ( Bob Segar)
A friend? she asked herself. Once he had been only that, now he wasn't anymore. But all the other things Sonny Corinthos was to her, all the ways he lived in her, made him the one person she did need tonight, and the only man in town who knew how badly her heart was broken. For he had done the breaking.
End of Part One