Justice

"I can't believe this," Todd grumbled as he viewed the destruction of his suite at the Metro Court Hotel. All his designer suits had been sliced to ribbons along with his cashmere socks and silk shirts.

"What the hell?" Todd gasped as he found a bottle of whiskey.

He then walked into his bedroom to see that his bed had been demolished. It looked as though it had been the site of a wild, sexual orgy. "Carly," he hissed as she was the only one who had access to his suite.

He grabbed his phone so he could complain to management, but then he suddenly dropped it back on the hook. He wanted Carly back, and he should be grovelling at her feet, not bitching her out because his suite was in shambles.

"Dad!" Todd heard a voice call out.

He walked into the living room to see Starr staring at his shredded clothing. "What in the world happened here?" Starr questioned.

"Carly. I guess she decided to pay me a little visit."

"Wow! I knew she's been angry... but this is unbelievable," Starr stated. "She's never going to forgive you, Dad."

"It's okay, Shorty. I am going to get her back. I'll show her I am going to be a better man," Todd told his daughter. "Just you wait. Within a week or two, Carly will have forgiven me and then I'll have a chance to make everything up to her."

"I don't know, Dad. Carly hates your guts. You hurt her so much when you lied to her."

Todd just shrugged as he bundled his cut-up garments into a pile. "I'm gonna get Carly back," Todd repeated confidently.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," they heard a voice say.

Todd and Starr looked over as Michael strode into the room. "What are you doing here, Michael?" Starr asked her boyfriend in surprise.

"Looking for you, Starr. Since your dad was just released from Fern Cliff, I figured you'd come over to see him," Michael explained.

"Michael, I know your mom has plenty of reason to be angry with me, but I'm gonna make everything up to her. I swear it," Todd implored.

"My mom thinks you're the scum of the earth right now," Michael replied honestly. "And I'm afraid that something else has come into the equation."

"Something else? What? Johnny?" Todd asked with disgust.

"No. Not Johnny," Michael spoke. He shook his head as he still had trouble believing it himself.

"AJ," Michael revealed.

~*~o~*~

"AJ, you better explain yourself now!" Carly said angrily.

"I think you better sit down, honey. You're looking rather faint," he said as he smirked again. He gently guided her over toward the love seat and helped her take a seat.

Staring at him with fury, Carly waited for him to speak. Her breath came out in little pants as she tried to remain calm. "AJ Quartermaine, explain yourself," she insisted.

"Alright, Carly. I am going to give you a little scenario..." he drawled as he sat down next to her.

"Imagine this. A man and woman are at a bar. They both have had too much to drink. They are flirting shamelessly...and one thing leads to another," AJ spoke. "They end up in a bedroom upstairs, lost in a haze of passion. They share an amazing night... but he's far too drunk to remember. Sound familiar?"

"Yes, AJ. What the hell? Why are you bringing that up?"

"Well, Carly... imagine this... A man and woman are at the bar. The same man and that same beautiful, infuriating woman. She's drinking Vodka and drowning her sorrows in a bottle. He sees her drunk off her ass and he can't let her leave and drive drunk. As much as he hates her, he doesn't want to see her hurt. After all, they do have a son together. He does the noble thing and he drives her home. Only she doesn't want to go home. They end up in a room together."

"AJ, stop this!" Carly exclaimed. "Just tell me ... did we...?"

"You can't remember, can you, Carly? You can't remember; just like I couldn't remember the night you got pregnant with Michael. You kept it from me. You kept our son from me," he spoke with hurt flashing in his sapphire eyes.

"AJ! Stop playing these games! Just tell me if we fucked!"

AJ burst out laughing, a devilish grin upon his face. Carly wanted to slap that grin right off his handsome face. "Sorry, honey. I lied," he chuckled.

"Lied about what?" she demanded.

"It's justice, Carly. You used me! You used me for sex that night Michael was conceived and you tried to pass him off as Tony's. When I finally found out he was mine; you kept him from me! It's absolute justice!" he exclaimed. "I saw my chance... and it was the perfect opportunity. There you were... drunk off your ass and willing. Damn, you were willing!"

She suddenly slapped him across the face with all her strength. "I can't believe you LIED to me," she whimpered. "We- we slept together."

"You better believe it," he said as he grinned at her with satisfaction while clutching his wounded cheek. "Now it would seem we are having another baby together... and you know what, I am happy. I'm extremely happy."