A/N: I know this chapter is going to confuse a lot of people. But don't worry my faithful readers. This chapter will make sense as the story goes a long. There will be a lot of back tracking in future chapters. This chapter is just to get the truth of Claudia setting up the hit order on Sonny – which got Michael instead.

Bare that in mind when you are reading – reviewing – and flaming me up the creek and back. (I'm very much aware of my madness).

CHAPTER ONE

THE TRUTH COMES OUT

September 22, 2009

SONNY'S LIVING ROOM

"I have called this meeting – so certain things will be finally be out in the open." Michael said looking around the living room. His mom was sitting on the couch, Jax was next to her. His arm wrapped around her. Next to his mom, Olivia was sitting. His father was sitting on the end of couch, his arm was over the back barely touching Olivia's shoulder. Seemed to him like his father wanted to protect Olivia – as well he should.

His eyes looked across from him where Claudia was sitting, in a tense fashion. Her eyes were clued to his father and Olivia. Heat was oozing off of her. He actually saw perspiration tinkling out of her pours. His lips thinned – than very quickly eased up. After he had his say, than his dear step mother would have every reason to sweat. Not giving birth either.

His eyes flicked over to where Johnny was leaning against the French doors. Arms folded tightly across his chest. His eyes were also clued at his father and Olivia. Johnny's eyes however held sadness in them. Standing at the fireplace was Alexis, Sam and Jason. Each waited and looked at him. Waiting for him to tell what he had to tell. He felt an arm on his right forearm. Looking up he nodded slightly at his sister.

His eyes glinted, "We are missing someone." His lips clicked.

"Don't push it Mike." Kris whispered in his ear as she leaned over. "She's not the one whom needs to pay for this."

Mike looked up and shook his head, "Everyone should be able to pay for their crimes." Sighing once more he turned and looked around at the adults who were looking at him. "Doesn't matter."

"Sorry I'm late." Dante walked into the room.

Michael watched as his older brother glared at the couch where his mother and father were sitting so close together. Dante's hands were clenched at the sides as he gave their father a death glare. "Dante, you can go a few more rounds with dad, later."

Dante's head twisted and he soften as he nodded at Michael.

Kris stood up and walked over to her brother, "I'm glad you could make it." She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Anything for my younger siblings." Dante said as a grin lit up his mouth. Kris moved closer and slipped her arm through his. He allowed his sister to tug him over to the desk. Leaning against it with his arms across his chest – with Kris's arm still through his. Kris moved closer and rested her head against his shoulder.

Michael turned his eyes back to the adults in the room, "As I was beginning to say. It's time for the truth to come out – the entire truth." His eyes turned and looked Claudia dead in the eyes.

"Son, you don't have to be the one to do this. I already know the truth." Sonny said in a calm steady voice.

Never taking his eyes off of his step mother, "Claudia ordered the hit on dad – which in fact got me instead." He said in a steady steel voice.

Jax squeezed Carly's arms, "Stay calm." He softly said against his wife's neck. "Please just still calm."

"That's not all, there are people whom have known about the truth – and chose to keep their mouths shut." Mike said. "Johnny for sure – from the very beginning." His eyes swifted to Johnny, whom was still leaning against the doors. "I don't blame you man, you were just protecting your sister after all. Sides at the time you were at war with my dad. It's all part of the business."

"I'm truly sorry Michael," Johnny just shook his head. "I have nothing else to say."

"Like I said it's the way of the business. But what do you tend to do about it now?" Michael said raising her right eye brow.

"I have decided where my loyalists lay. I'm not budging an inch." John said in a steady voice.

Nodding his head firmly, "Good." Turning to look at Jax. "Now Jax, you learned from your brother from a DVD." Swifting his eyes, "A DVD that you handed to him, Olivia."

She blinked and lowered her eyes. "Jax watches the DVD; than somehow at some point you also spy the DVD. Why didn't you go and tell my mother and father what you learned?"

Dante started forward – but Kris managed to hold him in place. He twisted his head and glared at his younger sister. A slight shake of her head was all he received. His body tensed as he felt his mother's roller coaster of all emotions.

Dante's eyes turned back to his mother. Her head lifted and tears were rolling freely down her cheeks. He noticed that his fat – no he wasn't ready to call him that yet – Sonny's arms had wrapped around his mother.

"You didn't tell my mother because she just learned she had a high risk pregnancy. But, why didn't you tell my father?" Mike shook his head. "I forgive you for this Olivia. Both you and Jax. I understand you both were just protecting my mom and baby sister."

Tilting his head, "Two people are missing here. Two key people are missing for this little meeting. Jerry, the man whom had hired Ian to shoot dad. He's long gone – doubt he'll ever show up any where near Port Charles – or even Lady Jane again. But Kate is missing. Kate whom has known about it way before Jax and Olivia. Kate whom claimed to have loved dad so much – and wanted him out of the mob."

Mike's fists clenched at his side, "Kate whom had always said that right is right – and wrong is wrong. Where is she now?"

"New York." Olivia softly said. "Michael you can't blame Connie for this. I'm just as guilty as she is . More so in fact -"

"Yes Kate is guilty more than you." Michael nodded.

"No, I'm more guiltier than Connie." Olivia shook her head, she pushed out of Sonny's arms and stood to her feet.

Michael stood to his feet, "How are you more guiltier than Kate?" He didn't understand why the woman wasn't listening to him.

Johnny had moved forward the moment that Olivia stood. Sonny's glare at him didn't stop him. He reached Olivia's side and held out his hand for her to take. Her eyes lowered and than lifted. "I'm the one whom have always preached that the truth has to come out. That secrets are just as good as lies." She turned and looked over Michael's head at her son. "Expect when it comes to my son." She whispered.

"I understand why you never told me whom my father was, ma." Dante softly said. "I never missed out on anything. I always had you, and the family."

"It wasn't enough." Olivia whispered. "I have turned myself into a hypocrite the moment I told the family that I didn't know whom the father was."

Michael kept a firm eye on Claudia – and watched as his step mother's mouth lifted even higher than before. She was mighty pleased to listen to Olivia down trodden herself. But he was going to get this conversion back to where it belonged. Against Claudia.

Sonny had stood up the moment that Olivia had. But he kept his distance. He knew that she didn't need his touch right at the moment. But he would be there when she did need a humans touch. Not Johnny's – but his. As was his right.

Swallowing hard, "I should have just gone to Sonny and told him what I knew." Looking behind her, "I'm so sorry Sonny. I failed you. Twice."

"You never failed me, Livia." Sonny whispered. "How could you?" Reaching out he grabbed her arm. Turning her around. "Non of this is your fault, Olivia. Michael's shooting isn't your fault. Don't you dare go blaming yourself." He ducked his head to look into her downtrodden eyes. His free hand lifted too her chin. Lifting it so he could look her deeply into her eyes. "Promise me."

Her eyes just lowered once more.

END CHAPTER ONE

Author's Note: Ok, this story is a Olivia centered story. So the chapter ends here. Sorry to all the folks whom wanted to see Claudia get her just deserts. She does …. trust me. But in a later chapter – and in as aways flashbacks …. and get this folks, rewinds.