Authors Note: Aric is pronounced the same way you would Eric. For some reason I've always liked the name spelled that way so I decided to put it in my story. Why not, right? LOL.

Two chapters posted less than a week from eachother. Yay me!

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Chapter 11

He stepped off the plane and hurried to get his luggage before catching a cab to the Port Charles Hotel. After checking in and putting some of his things away, he decided to go for a stroll along the ever so popular docks.

Or at least that's what he'd read in the papers.

It seemed that something was always going down on the docks in this town.

He walked down the steps to the docks and moved to stand as close to edge as he could without falling off. As he looked down at the water he couldn't help but agree with the saying that the docks really were peaceful. Well, at least they were when something wasn't going down on them. He smiled into the horizon, it had this great calming affect over him.

His let his hand search through his pocket before pulling out a card. Leaning down he read the name and address over again for what felt like the hundredth time that day before turning on his heel to head to his destination – Sonny Corinthos' penthouse.

"Mr. Corinthos?" Max stuck his head in the door. "You have a visitor."

"Who is it Max?" Sonny stood from the couch and ran a hand swiftly through his hair.

"He wouldn't give me his name, sir."

Sonny sighed, placing his right hand on his chin. "Let him in, Max."

Max turned and nodded at the man, waiting for him to step inside the penthouse before he shut the door behind him.

"Sonny." The man nodded at him as he made his way over to him.

"Is there something I can do for you?" Sonny stared at the man in curiosity. "I don't believe we've met before."

"We haven't." The other man looked up to meet his stare. "I think we should just get the introductions out of the way. Sonny, my name is Aric Mitchell." He glanced at Sonny to make sure he had his attention. "…I'm your brother."

Elizabeth groaned when she heard the noise coming from across the hall and burrowed further into Jason's embrace. She was so comfortable and she didn't want to move an inch. However, when the noise didn't stop, she reveled in her comfortable position for another minute before sitting up, waking Jason in the process.

"He's up." She yawned. Last night JP had gotten them back for all the times he had slept through the night when he got home. Last night he had been very cranky and no matter what they did, the couldn't get him to sleep. Not even Jason – the one she had dubbed the official baby crier stopper – could get him to sleep. It wasn't until five this morning that he final conked out, hence the reason the two of them were still in bed at ten.

Normally Jason got up early, save for today when he had toyed with the notion of staying up for twenty four hours straight when their son didn't fall asleep until five, but after some major coaxing on her part she had managed to get him to crawl into bed with her.

"Do you want me to get him?" Jason sat up.

"No, it's okay." Elizabeth flashed him a tired smile as she stood up from the bed. "I've got him."

"I'll meet you downstairs with a bottle." Jason called out to her retreating form as he stood from the bed himself and walked out of the room.

"You're my brother?" Sonny finally spoke five minutes later.

"Yes."

Sonny placed a hand on his chin, letting it stay there as he pondered the man's words again. This was definitely not what he needed to deal with right now. He already had enough going on his life. "How?"

"We have the same mother, Sonny. My mother, Adella – our mother-" Aric cleared his throat. "Adella was my mother too."

Sonny glanced at the man, holding his gaze. "I want proof. You're going to have to take a blood test." Sonny ran a hand through his hair. "And until we get to the bottom of this, I don't want you mentioning this to anyone. Is that understood?"

Aric shook his head. He didn't want any problems here, he just wanted the truth too. Not that he didn't believe his mom when she had told him about Sonny and his parentage and everything, but in this day and age anything could fabricated.

"Good." Sonny nodded back. "When do you want to do this?"

"Whenever you'd like."

"Are you busy now?"

"No."

"Okay." Sonny pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and led him towards the door. "I have my own doctor here in town that will do the tests. I don't want them tampered with and I don't trust anyone else."

Aric nodded in understanding. He just wanted this over with and the sooner the tests came back, the better.

"Shh." Elizabeth held her son close to her as she descended the stairs and made her way into the kitchen. "Its okay sweetie, mommy's going to feed you right now."

Elizabeth walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle Jason held out to her before sitting down at the table to feed her son. "Thank you." She smiled up at him as she situated JP in her arms to feed him. She gently pressed the bottle's nipple at his lips just to be sure he was hungry. When he began to tug at the nipple she placed the entire thing in his mouth and he began to suck the formula greedily.

"You're welcome." Jason stood from his own seat and walked over to them. He kissed JP's forehead and gave Elizabeth a quick peck on the lips as he made his way over to the refrigerator. He opened both the fridge and the freezer before he began his search for something to make. "What do you want to eat, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth didn't look up at him. "I'm not sure." She continued to smile down at her baby boy as he continued to drink the formula. "Are you going to eat with me?"

"You know I don't eat breakfast."

She glanced up at the clock. "It's almost time for lunch and if you want to get technical it would be brunch, not breakfast."

"Okay." He shut the doors and turned around to look at her. "What would you like for brunch then?"

"Will you be eating it with me?"

"Elizabeth." He groaned and ran his hands over his face in frustration. "Just tell me what you want to eat."

"I'm not eating unless you eat with me." She glanced up at him and smiled as he glared. "Don't give me that look. I'll eat if you will."

"I'm not hungry."

"Jason, you have to eat." She pulled the bottle out of JP's mouth to see how much he had drank. But, as soon as she pulled it out, he began to cry, his little face turning beat red. "Okay, honey." She tried to soothe him and ran a gentle hand over his head, running a finger over his smooth cheek. "It's time to burp, sweetie. You don't want to get sick, do you?" She smiled down at him and shook her head. "No, you don't, do you?" She situated him, placing his head just above her shoulder and began to pat his back hard enough to get him to burp, yet gentle enough so that she wasn't hurting him.

Elizabeth looked around the kitchen in search of Jason as she continued to pat her son's back. She spotted him immediately. His back was nestled against the edge of the counter, his elbows behind him on the counter itself and he was slouched ever so slightly as he watched her in fascination, his eyes dancing with amusement.

She quirked a brow at him when he didn't say anything. "What?"

"Nothing." He shook his head at her and smiled at JP.

"Comfortable?" She asked, smirking at him.

"Not really." He pushed himself away from the counter and took few long steps so that he was standing only a few feet away from her. "You still didn't tell me what you wanted to eat." He crossed his arms across his chest as he waited for her to answer him.

Elizabeth gave him a fleeting glance before looking back down at her son who still hadn't burped. "Jason." She sighed. What was she going to do with him?

"Okay, you're all set Mr. Corinthos." She double checked to make sure the band aid would stick before walking over to her garbage and throwing out the wrapper. "We should know in a few days."

"You can't do it now?" Sonny frowned.

"Mr. Corinthos, we need to analyze the blood work and compare it. That takes time."

"If I ask you to put a rush on it," He glanced up at her. "As a favor to me, how long would it take to get the results back?"

"You'll know in three days the latest, that's the best time frame I can give you."

Sonny sighed. "Fine." He stood up from the chair and grabbed his suit jacket. "Let me know when you get the results in." He walked out the door with Aric on his heels.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Sonny asked him as they climbed into the limo.

"Yeah, I'm staying at the Port Charles Hotel."

"Good, I'm glad you're staying close by." Sonny nodded, pleased that he was staying in town. This way, if he was lying about who he was, it would be easier to make him disappear. And if he was lying, not only would Sonny kill him for putting his entire family at risk with his little scheme, but he would make sure he suffered for getting his hopes up. Sonny had always wanted a younger sibling, always. And sure, he had Courtney now – but he had always longed for a brother.

But, now he already had one – Jason. This guy claiming to be his brother could never take Jason's place, not even if he really was his biological brother. Jason was his brother in every sense of the word. He was more like family to him then his own father was and that even proved his beliefs even more. Blood doesn't always make a family, love does. The same went for him and Michael. Michael wasn't his biological son, but he loved him to death. And Michael would always be treated the same as the baby Carly was carrying. Michael was his son and he always would be – nothing could change that.

However, Sonny admitted reluctantly, if Aric was who he was claiming he was…he'd take care of him. He would make sure that he had money and anything else he wanted. Most likely he wouldn't even go near the guy for a while since you couldn't trust just anyone in this town – not even a newly discovered brother – but, he would look after him. He owed his mother that much. And since he was in a place that he could, he would – for her sake. Any child of his mothers deserved to be taken care of. It would be what she wanted and what she would do had she been given the opportunity.

And if he was lying to him, he'd kill him. There would no mercy for some con trying to get into his life this way. Disgracing his mother's memory, trudging up his horrible past – oh yes, he'd pay.

But, what if he was telling the truth? Sonny couldn't shake the notion from his head. What if Aric really was his brother?

A Few Days Later

"Mr. Corinthos, I have your results." She entered his penthouse, the manila folder tucked safely in her hands.

"And?" Sonny and Carly stood from the couch. After dropping Aric off at the hotel the other day, he had come home and told Carly right away. For once she had been rational about the entire situation and was very sympathetic and understanding.

Since then he had discussed his hopes and fears repeatedly. If Aric was indeed his brother, he would have some explaining to do. He had thought his mother died but apparently she hadn't. Or maybe she was dead now? Sonny shook his head, ridding himself of his thoughts as he looked up at the doctor expectantly.

"He is indeed your brother, Mr. Corinthos. There is no doubt about that." She placed the manila folder in his capable hands. "I hope that was the answer you were looking for." She flashed him a compassionate smile and was out of the penthouse before he even opened the folder.

"Sonny." Carly placed a hand on his upper arm. God, she hoped that was the answer he wanted. She knew that he was confused about how he felt about Aric. He was torn between how he should feel and how he did feel. They had recently lost another child and here was another hurdle, another hoop they needed to successfully pass through. Carly inwardly sighed. Please God, let this be the news Sonny was hoping for.

Sonny stared down at the wide-open folder, reading the words over and over again.

Chance of brotherhood one hundred percent.

He knew that the doctor wrote it that way in a joking manner, it was just who she was. The doctor he had chosen to be his on-call doctor was constantly cracking jokes and finding ways to put her wit and sarcasm to good use. Nevertheless, the words still got to him, even though she wrote them in the way she did. One word in particular hit him close to him more than the others however.

Brotherhood.

Damn it, he cursed to himself. Now what was he supposed to do?