**The Drake House**

Elizabeth turned from the stove and waved at one of the cupboards. "Can someone reach the sauce pan for me?"

The two sitting at the table looked at each other before lifting their hands to play rock paper scissors.

Patrick shook his head at both of the teens and reached up to the cupboard. "Never mind about those two, I shall rescue the saucepan from the cupboard and deliver it to you."

"Rescue?" Elizabeth laughed. "Was it being held hostage?"

Setting the pan down on the counter beside her cutting board Patrick shrugged. "We live in Port Charles, someone is always being held hostage or having the wrong person's baby or some other silly thing." He reached over and picked up a piece of green pepper and popped it in his mouth.

"Careful," she elbowed him away, "I might accidentally cut off one of your fine surgeon's fingers and then where would we be?"

Emma looked up over her AP Biology book at her parents and laughed. "Then Jake and I would fight over who gets to sew it back on."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "What about me? Don't I get to help sew it back on?"

Jake leaned back in his chair and grinned. "You'd assist, Mom."

Patrick slung an arm around his wife. "Ever the surgical nurse. Sorry, honey."

Brandishing her cutting knife didn't make much of an impression while her shoulders were shaking with laughter. "Just go get washed up, Patrick." She turned to the two giggling teens. "You two finish your home work if you want any brownies."

"Oh, blackmail..." Jake picked up his pencil, "fine, I'll cave."

**Corinthos Offices**

Sonny stood and walked around his desk, his eyes taking new measure of the young man standing before him. "I'm sure your mother's waiting for you at home, Cameron."

The young man shrugged. "I'll get there when I get there."

"And I don't think your mother would approve of you asking me for a job."

Cameron's mouth twisted up in a smile. "I didn't think Sonny Corinthos would worry about what a nurse thought?"

"Don't sass me, Cameron." Sonny tone was cold and Cameron understood it well. He understood power and Sonny had it. "I respect your mother and I don't take on trouble."

"I won't give you trouble, but I can certainly make some if that's what you want."

Sonny thought through Cameron's words. "What if I tell you no?"

"No?" Cameron's confidence cracked the littlest bit before he covered and met Sonny's eyes with dark intensity. "There are other bosses... other families. I want in, Mr. Corinthos, and if you don't want to hire me I have other options."

Sonny folded his arms over his chest and looked at him from head to toe. "Come back and see me tomorrow night. After we close the coffee shop."

Cameron nodded and smiled. "I'll be here."

He strode out of the room having grown another inch or two in anticipation.

Sonny waved at Parker to close the door and picked up the desk phone. Pushing speed-dial #1 he waited a moment until the other end picked up. "You need to get on the jet and come back to Port Charles, now." He hung up and sat down heavily in his chair.