DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters (damn it!), they belong to ABC, the producers of GH and Goddess knows whoever else.
I~ This is actually my first fan fiction, but, like it's title, it was lost, well stolen is more like it. Because the notebook I wrote it in was stolen out of a gym locker room. Why somebody took it is beyond me, but nonetheless, they did. I've rewritten it to the best of my ability. I hope that you like it, it gives a really weird twist to the Carly story line. I warn you though, I was really eager for things to go where I wanted them to, so things move very quickly. ~ /I
Lost Princess
By Clover
Prologue and Chapter 1
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ITo set the scene . . .
This story is another way things could have gone that day of the blizzard if Sonny had tried to drive Carly home himself. .
Some people will be in different places than they were during the story.
Oh, and Frank Scanlon never lost his job. He was never caught, but he's off DL56./I
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Johnny had just come in and told Sonny that the roads were closed.
"Sorry boss, the road are closed because of the weather conditions." Johnny reported.
"I don't care if the roads are closed. I'll drive her myself then." Sonny fumed.
He roughly seized Carly's arm and took his and her coats, then pulled her out the door.
b** Four minutes later **/b
Sonny's driving way to fast for the icy conditions and blinding snow.
"Sonny, you should slow down, you're going too fast." Carly told him.
Sonny didn't answer, he just sped up in response.
"Sonny! Slow down!! It's really icy out there. It's too dangerous!" Carly yelled.
Suddenly the car hit a patch of black ice, and they were caught in a white out. The tires slipped and spun on the ice, the last thing Sonny remembered was the sound Carly's screams of terror silenced by the sickening sound of crushing metal as the passenger side slammed into a telephone pole.
b** 15 minutes later **/b
An ambulance driver passing the snow-covered wreck sees it and stops to check it out. A paramedic jumped out of the back and looked into the car, seeing two people, unconscious.
"HEY! There are two people in here!" He yelled back to the driver.
One of the other paramedics hopped out while the driver called into dispatch, giving their ETA, and ordering for a second ambulance for the other victim.
The other paramedic got to the scene quickly.
"Frank get over to the passenger side, looks as though the female sustained the worst injuries from the accident." The first paramedic hollered over the wind.
"Right Dan." Frank called out.
Frank Scanlon got the door open, and was frightened at what he saw, "Dan, go get the stretcher."
"But . . ."
"NOW, trust me, we need to get her out of the car as soon as we can, she's got hypothermia, and make sure you get a neck brace." Frank ordered the rookie. He knew that the girl was in trouble.
b** GH 25 minutes later ** /b
"Damn it!" Frank yelled in the ambulance bay, "It took way to long to get here because of the weather."
They rushed into the waiting room with the first stretcher.
Frank called out her stats to the doctors, "Female, early twenties, really bad car accident, slammed into a pole. Suffering from hypothermia on top of it, head injury, possible back, maybe some internal injuries, never gained consciousness. The drivers right behind me."
Just as Frank called that out, Sonny's brought in.
"Male, thirties, head injury, multiple lacerations and contusions . . ."
~*~
b** Three-day's later, ICU **/b
Jason was in the waiting room, sitting in a hard plastic chair. He'd left Michael at home with Latisha. He was worried about Carly. He knew that it was Sonny's fault, and that Carly was in the ICU, but that was all the information that the doctors had given, except that she was in a coma, and that her brain was swelled, she was in critical condition.
AJ walked into the room, and was surprised to see Jason there. He didn't think that Jason would be there . . . .
Jason looked at AJ with cold, emotionless, eyes. AJ returned the stare with one of contempt and hatred.
~*~
Sonny woke up and didn't know where he is at first; he looks around and saw his arm was hooked up to an IV. It all came rushing back to him, the car, Carly, the blinding snow, loosing control of he car, the crash of the telephone pole against the car, Carly suddenly silenced . . . .
A nurse walked in and noticed that he had awaked, "Ah, Mr. Corinthos, you're awake. I'll go get a doctor." She started to leave the room, when Sonny stopped her.
"The woman I was with, how is she? Is she alright?" He asked. As much as he hated Carly, he prayed that he didn't hurt her too badly.
The nurse paused for a second, "I need to get the doctor . . . . "
"Please. What happened to her?" Sonny pleaded.
The nurse sighed, "She's in the ICU. She's in a coma in critical condition. She has some brain swelling too." Then she left in a hurry.
"Damn it!" Sonny berated himself, "It's all your fault, you had to be so stupid as to try and take her home in a blizzard, just because you couldn't stand her."
~*~
Jason was relieved, the doctors had finally allowed him in to see Carly. She looked like she was just sleeping. If you didn't look at the IV in her arm, or the big white bandage on her forehead.
He was just about to leave the room when he heard something. He turned around and saw Carly stirring. Jason quickly got a doctor.
The doctor came, but made Jason leave the room.
A nurse joined the doctor as he examined her. Carly started to mumble something, "Stef . . . Cass . . . ine . . . ." The rest of what she said they weren't able to understand, it was in a foreign language. Then she was out cold again
"Doctor, I think that she said Stefan Cassadine. Maybe, we should contact him." The nurse uttered.
"I think that you're right. Do so immediately." The doctor ordered, they finished their examination, and hurry out of the room, forgetting to inform Jason of their diagnoses.
~*~
Stefan Cassadine was in Windermere's living room talking with Laura Spencer when the phone rang.
"Hello? . . . Yes . . . Me? . . . What does she look like? . . . " Stefan's face got pale, "Really? . . . Uh huh . . . WHAT?! . . . I'll be right there." Then he hung up the phone.
"What is that about?" Laura asked concerned after hearing Stefan's tone of voice.
"Do you remember Katarina?" Stefan inquired.
"Yes, I remember her, from the island, she was only five months old when I first met her. I couldn't believe her golden hair, or how beautiful she was." Laura got reminiscent, but then a puzzled look crossed her visage, "What about her?"
"Well, about three years ago, she disappeared. I searched everywhere for her, but there was no avail, I couldn't find Katya. She was only 17 when she disappeared. I had always suspected foul play. Her birthday would have been a month ago . . . she would have been 20."
"What made you bring her up?" Laura requested.
"Well, at the hospital, there's a girl there, she only spoke Russian when she woke up. They thought they heard Stefan Cassadine, so they called me. I think that it may be her." Stefan had a hopeful look in his eye.
"Stefan, please, don't get your hopes up, it probably isn't her." Laura reasoned.
"But what if it is Laura? What if it is?"
b** 30 minutes later **/b
Stefan took a deep breath, and looked into the room. He glanced at the face on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly made his way to the side of the bed and sat down. Stefan took her hand, and held it in his own.
He whispered to her what he felt, "Katya, I have been so worried about you. I thought I had lost you forever. You had me worried. You didn't want to do that did you?"
Katarina heard Stefan's words, "No Papa. Grandmother brainwashed me."
Stefan looked up in surprise, and horror, "What?! She did what?"
"Grandmother brainwashed me into thinking that I was Caroline Benson, Bobbie Spencer's biological daughter, she even gave me all of her memories. I completely forgot who I really was. I thought that I was older than 21 when I came to Port Charles." Katarina explained.
"I know sweetie. I know. I've heard of this Carly Roberts/Caroline Benson person."
"Papa, what are we going to tell everyone? Especially Bobbie?"
Stefan smiled at his daughter, "Well, we could help her find her real daughter."
Katarina's eyes got dark, "No, all we can do, is show her the grave. Grandmother killed her." She shuddered at the memory. "Shot right to the heart."
Stefan's eyes, a moment before filled with joy, fill with anger, "Mother killed her right in front of you?"
Katarina nodded her head. "I do not want to think about it. Will you send Jason in? I need to tell him this myself."
Stefan nods his head getting up, "I will go inform the Spencers, of, what Helena has done. I just hope that they will believe me. As much as our families have hated each other, I still must feel regretful about this, it is so unfair for Bobbie to have to loose her daughter again."
He was about to walk out the door when Katarina stopped him, "Papa, how is Nikolas? Is it true that he is my brother?"
"Yes Katya. It is true. Nikolas is your brother."
"So, Nikoli is my brother. Will you send him in after Jason leaves? I would like to talk to him too, an older sister to little brother chat." Katarina says smiling.
Stefan's face broke into a happy smile.
He stepped out of the room, and assumed his normal disposition. Stefan spotted Jason, who was watching him come out of Katarina, or Carly's, room. Stefan calmly walked over to the man.
"She wishes to speak to you Mr. Morgan."
Then he walked into the waiting room, shocking the Spencers at his presence, he sensed Laura walk up behind him, and she slipped her hand into his, then squeezed it reassuringly, somehow knowing what he was going to be saying.
"So, what are you doing here Count Vlad?" Luke demanded snidely.
"I was visiting my daughter." Stefan replied coolly.
"What daughter? You don't have a daughter." Bobbie responded.
"Yes he does." Laura affirmed, "Katarina's in the room behind us."
"But that's Carly's room." Bobbie frowned.
"No, it is not." Stefan answered, "It is hard to tell you this, but, there is no Carly, not anymore at least."
"What are you talking about?" Lucky questioned, he was there hoping to develop a relationship with his cousin.
"The woman that you have known as Caroline Benson, is not Caroline Benson. For the past three years, that is who she was brainwashed into thinking so though, she even had all of the real Caroline Benson's memories. Three years ago, Helena kidnapped my 17-year-old daughter. I have spent years, searching for her. I got a call today, saying that a blond woman, in her early twenties, spoke my name after coming out of a three-day coma. I immediately came here, in hopes that it was she."
"That's not true." Bobbie insisted, "That is my daughter. That is Caroline Benson. I am her mother. There is no way in hell, that she is your daughter. I bet you don't even have a daughter."
Laura lashed out angrily, "Bobbie! Stefan indeed has a daughter. Her name Katarina Cassadine. Stefan and I called her Katya, for short. She's 20 years old, blond hair, big brown eyes. I met her when she was only three months old, when I was on the island. She had such a sweet disposition as a baby. Her first word was Papa, the man whom she adored with all her little heart." Her voice, which was tense at first, got softer as she remembered the child.
Luke could tell when Laura was lying, knew that she was speaking the truth. Bobbie however, didn't believe her.
"If she's your daughter, where's her mother?" Bobbie demanded harshly.
Stefan's voice grew sad, "My wife, Nícole, died giving birth to our Katya. She only lived long enough, to hold her once."
Bobbie could finally tell that he was telling the truth, and felt bad about digging up all these painful memories, "I'm so sorry Stefan. I just need to know one more thing, what happened to Caroline?"
"I am sorry, but Katarina just told me that, Helena killed her. She even forced my 17-year-old daughter to watch the poor woman be shot."
"Shot?" Bobbie choked out. "She's dead, my baby's dead."
Luke wrapped his arms around Bobbie as her tears began to flow.
~*~
Jason walked into "Carly's" room. He saw her gazing out the window, she looked different somehow, graceful, elegant, there was this air to her, that he'd never felt before. But above all that, she was still breath taking.
"Carly, what was Stefan Cassadine doing in your room?" Jason asked, breaking the silence.
"Ah, Jason. We urgently need to talk. Would you please sit down?" She asked, motioning to the chair.
Jason did so, but noted her different manner of speaking, "What do we need to talk about?"
"It is about this Caroline Benson. I am not her. I never was she technically. I mean, I am the person that you have known for the past few years, but I am not 'her'. I am not the woman both you and I thought I was."
"What are you talking about? You aren't making sense. What do you mean you're not Carly." Jason questioned confused.
"Jason, three years ago, my grandmother kidnapped me from Greece, she brainwashed me into thinking that I was Caroline Benson, Bobbie Spencer's birth daughter, which I am not."
"Your not?"
"No, my name is really Katarina Nícole Cassadine. I do remember everything, and all my feelings were genuine, for you and Michael at least. Tony, well, he was something my grandmother made me do to get back at the Spencers. I am sorry Jason."
"What am I though? Was I also something to do with this?" Jason asked quietly, he doesn't know why, but he's afraid she might feel differently about him now, but why did he care was the question. Because she's your best friend, was his answer to himself, although he didn't quite believe that was all.
"No. Not at all, you were never part of the plan. I never would have wanted you to get mixed up in this entire thing, it is unfair to you."
Jason took a deep breath, and ran his hands through his hair.
Katarina's concerned, "Are you alright?"
"How much do you remember?" Jason asked.
"Everything, I remember everything about the past three years. I remember meeting you for the first time nearly three years ago. I remember everything about my life before my grandmother kidnapped me."
"Are you still my friend, can I still trust you?" Jason demanded bluntly.
She took his hands, and looked deeply into his eyes, "Jason, you can trust me, you will always be able to trust me. I will never ever betray you. I value your friendship too much. I . . . " She stopped speaking.
Jason didn't know why, but he had to know what she was about to say, he ws just beginning to realize what she truly means to him, "You what?"
"I, I, I love you." She managed to get out. Katarina looked hesitantly into his eyes, "I just wish that you felt the same way." She told him sadly.
"I think I do." Jason voiced, surprising both of them.
"What?" Katarina exclaimed.
"I think that I love you." Jason repeated, feeling as though a giant weight had been lifted off his chest, which he didn't even know existed.
"No you do not." Katarina shook her head, not believe it at all. Things were moving much too quickly.
"But I do." Jason insisted. "I love you."
Both felt themselves get closer and closer, they lips met, and the passion that they felt for each other exploded into a hot and heavy kiss.
Katarina pulled back first, "We cannot do this. We cannot just kiss like this."
"Why not?" Jason asked puzzled.
"Because, you don't even know me. You know Carly. But you do not know me, Katya." She told him, in her hurried speech, her Greek accent shows though a little.
"So?" Jason asks naively. "We didn't know each other when we first met."
"Jason first of all, I was much younger. And I was thinking that I was a totally different person. If you truly love me, you will do things my way." Katarina implored.
"And what way would that be?" Jason inquired, willing to do just about anything.
"Go slowly. Go on real dates. Where you pick me up on Spoon Island with flowers, dressed up, and we go to dinner. You buy me gifts." She told him with a smile. "You must pursue me."
"Anything."
"Good. Then our first date will be the Friday after I get out of the hospital." Katarina declared.
"Great." Jason told her, liking what he was seeing, her personality intrigued him, "One question though."
"What?" She asked puzzled at what it could be.
"What do you want me to call you?" Jason requested, understanding what it was like to be called something you were not.
"Oh, well, you can call me Katya, like Papa does. Just don't let him know that you do. He like to think that only he's allowed to call me that." She let him know quietly, as if it were a big secret.
Jason nodded his head and smiled, he knew that he had liked Carly's personality, but there was some added bonus now, like the two personalities had combined into one that made his head spin, and he really liked it.
He watched her eyes start to droop, then close as she fell asleep. Jason sat there, watching her sleep for the rest of the night.
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I~ This is actually my first fan fiction, but, like it's title, it was lost, well stolen is more like it. Because the notebook I wrote it in was stolen out of a gym locker room. Why somebody took it is beyond me, but nonetheless, they did. I've rewritten it to the best of my ability. I hope that you like it, it gives a really weird twist to the Carly story line. I warn you though, I was really eager for things to go where I wanted them to, so things move very quickly. ~ /I
Lost Princess
By Clover
Prologue and Chapter 1
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
ITo set the scene . . .
This story is another way things could have gone that day of the blizzard if Sonny had tried to drive Carly home himself. .
Some people will be in different places than they were during the story.
Oh, and Frank Scanlon never lost his job. He was never caught, but he's off DL56./I
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Johnny had just come in and told Sonny that the roads were closed.
"Sorry boss, the road are closed because of the weather conditions." Johnny reported.
"I don't care if the roads are closed. I'll drive her myself then." Sonny fumed.
He roughly seized Carly's arm and took his and her coats, then pulled her out the door.
b** Four minutes later **/b
Sonny's driving way to fast for the icy conditions and blinding snow.
"Sonny, you should slow down, you're going too fast." Carly told him.
Sonny didn't answer, he just sped up in response.
"Sonny! Slow down!! It's really icy out there. It's too dangerous!" Carly yelled.
Suddenly the car hit a patch of black ice, and they were caught in a white out. The tires slipped and spun on the ice, the last thing Sonny remembered was the sound Carly's screams of terror silenced by the sickening sound of crushing metal as the passenger side slammed into a telephone pole.
b** 15 minutes later **/b
An ambulance driver passing the snow-covered wreck sees it and stops to check it out. A paramedic jumped out of the back and looked into the car, seeing two people, unconscious.
"HEY! There are two people in here!" He yelled back to the driver.
One of the other paramedics hopped out while the driver called into dispatch, giving their ETA, and ordering for a second ambulance for the other victim.
The other paramedic got to the scene quickly.
"Frank get over to the passenger side, looks as though the female sustained the worst injuries from the accident." The first paramedic hollered over the wind.
"Right Dan." Frank called out.
Frank Scanlon got the door open, and was frightened at what he saw, "Dan, go get the stretcher."
"But . . ."
"NOW, trust me, we need to get her out of the car as soon as we can, she's got hypothermia, and make sure you get a neck brace." Frank ordered the rookie. He knew that the girl was in trouble.
b** GH 25 minutes later ** /b
"Damn it!" Frank yelled in the ambulance bay, "It took way to long to get here because of the weather."
They rushed into the waiting room with the first stretcher.
Frank called out her stats to the doctors, "Female, early twenties, really bad car accident, slammed into a pole. Suffering from hypothermia on top of it, head injury, possible back, maybe some internal injuries, never gained consciousness. The drivers right behind me."
Just as Frank called that out, Sonny's brought in.
"Male, thirties, head injury, multiple lacerations and contusions . . ."
~*~
b** Three-day's later, ICU **/b
Jason was in the waiting room, sitting in a hard plastic chair. He'd left Michael at home with Latisha. He was worried about Carly. He knew that it was Sonny's fault, and that Carly was in the ICU, but that was all the information that the doctors had given, except that she was in a coma, and that her brain was swelled, she was in critical condition.
AJ walked into the room, and was surprised to see Jason there. He didn't think that Jason would be there . . . .
Jason looked at AJ with cold, emotionless, eyes. AJ returned the stare with one of contempt and hatred.
~*~
Sonny woke up and didn't know where he is at first; he looks around and saw his arm was hooked up to an IV. It all came rushing back to him, the car, Carly, the blinding snow, loosing control of he car, the crash of the telephone pole against the car, Carly suddenly silenced . . . .
A nurse walked in and noticed that he had awaked, "Ah, Mr. Corinthos, you're awake. I'll go get a doctor." She started to leave the room, when Sonny stopped her.
"The woman I was with, how is she? Is she alright?" He asked. As much as he hated Carly, he prayed that he didn't hurt her too badly.
The nurse paused for a second, "I need to get the doctor . . . . "
"Please. What happened to her?" Sonny pleaded.
The nurse sighed, "She's in the ICU. She's in a coma in critical condition. She has some brain swelling too." Then she left in a hurry.
"Damn it!" Sonny berated himself, "It's all your fault, you had to be so stupid as to try and take her home in a blizzard, just because you couldn't stand her."
~*~
Jason was relieved, the doctors had finally allowed him in to see Carly. She looked like she was just sleeping. If you didn't look at the IV in her arm, or the big white bandage on her forehead.
He was just about to leave the room when he heard something. He turned around and saw Carly stirring. Jason quickly got a doctor.
The doctor came, but made Jason leave the room.
A nurse joined the doctor as he examined her. Carly started to mumble something, "Stef . . . Cass . . . ine . . . ." The rest of what she said they weren't able to understand, it was in a foreign language. Then she was out cold again
"Doctor, I think that she said Stefan Cassadine. Maybe, we should contact him." The nurse uttered.
"I think that you're right. Do so immediately." The doctor ordered, they finished their examination, and hurry out of the room, forgetting to inform Jason of their diagnoses.
~*~
Stefan Cassadine was in Windermere's living room talking with Laura Spencer when the phone rang.
"Hello? . . . Yes . . . Me? . . . What does she look like? . . . " Stefan's face got pale, "Really? . . . Uh huh . . . WHAT?! . . . I'll be right there." Then he hung up the phone.
"What is that about?" Laura asked concerned after hearing Stefan's tone of voice.
"Do you remember Katarina?" Stefan inquired.
"Yes, I remember her, from the island, she was only five months old when I first met her. I couldn't believe her golden hair, or how beautiful she was." Laura got reminiscent, but then a puzzled look crossed her visage, "What about her?"
"Well, about three years ago, she disappeared. I searched everywhere for her, but there was no avail, I couldn't find Katya. She was only 17 when she disappeared. I had always suspected foul play. Her birthday would have been a month ago . . . she would have been 20."
"What made you bring her up?" Laura requested.
"Well, at the hospital, there's a girl there, she only spoke Russian when she woke up. They thought they heard Stefan Cassadine, so they called me. I think that it may be her." Stefan had a hopeful look in his eye.
"Stefan, please, don't get your hopes up, it probably isn't her." Laura reasoned.
"But what if it is Laura? What if it is?"
b** 30 minutes later **/b
Stefan took a deep breath, and looked into the room. He glanced at the face on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly made his way to the side of the bed and sat down. Stefan took her hand, and held it in his own.
He whispered to her what he felt, "Katya, I have been so worried about you. I thought I had lost you forever. You had me worried. You didn't want to do that did you?"
Katarina heard Stefan's words, "No Papa. Grandmother brainwashed me."
Stefan looked up in surprise, and horror, "What?! She did what?"
"Grandmother brainwashed me into thinking that I was Caroline Benson, Bobbie Spencer's biological daughter, she even gave me all of her memories. I completely forgot who I really was. I thought that I was older than 21 when I came to Port Charles." Katarina explained.
"I know sweetie. I know. I've heard of this Carly Roberts/Caroline Benson person."
"Papa, what are we going to tell everyone? Especially Bobbie?"
Stefan smiled at his daughter, "Well, we could help her find her real daughter."
Katarina's eyes got dark, "No, all we can do, is show her the grave. Grandmother killed her." She shuddered at the memory. "Shot right to the heart."
Stefan's eyes, a moment before filled with joy, fill with anger, "Mother killed her right in front of you?"
Katarina nodded her head. "I do not want to think about it. Will you send Jason in? I need to tell him this myself."
Stefan nods his head getting up, "I will go inform the Spencers, of, what Helena has done. I just hope that they will believe me. As much as our families have hated each other, I still must feel regretful about this, it is so unfair for Bobbie to have to loose her daughter again."
He was about to walk out the door when Katarina stopped him, "Papa, how is Nikolas? Is it true that he is my brother?"
"Yes Katya. It is true. Nikolas is your brother."
"So, Nikoli is my brother. Will you send him in after Jason leaves? I would like to talk to him too, an older sister to little brother chat." Katarina says smiling.
Stefan's face broke into a happy smile.
He stepped out of the room, and assumed his normal disposition. Stefan spotted Jason, who was watching him come out of Katarina, or Carly's, room. Stefan calmly walked over to the man.
"She wishes to speak to you Mr. Morgan."
Then he walked into the waiting room, shocking the Spencers at his presence, he sensed Laura walk up behind him, and she slipped her hand into his, then squeezed it reassuringly, somehow knowing what he was going to be saying.
"So, what are you doing here Count Vlad?" Luke demanded snidely.
"I was visiting my daughter." Stefan replied coolly.
"What daughter? You don't have a daughter." Bobbie responded.
"Yes he does." Laura affirmed, "Katarina's in the room behind us."
"But that's Carly's room." Bobbie frowned.
"No, it is not." Stefan answered, "It is hard to tell you this, but, there is no Carly, not anymore at least."
"What are you talking about?" Lucky questioned, he was there hoping to develop a relationship with his cousin.
"The woman that you have known as Caroline Benson, is not Caroline Benson. For the past three years, that is who she was brainwashed into thinking so though, she even had all of the real Caroline Benson's memories. Three years ago, Helena kidnapped my 17-year-old daughter. I have spent years, searching for her. I got a call today, saying that a blond woman, in her early twenties, spoke my name after coming out of a three-day coma. I immediately came here, in hopes that it was she."
"That's not true." Bobbie insisted, "That is my daughter. That is Caroline Benson. I am her mother. There is no way in hell, that she is your daughter. I bet you don't even have a daughter."
Laura lashed out angrily, "Bobbie! Stefan indeed has a daughter. Her name Katarina Cassadine. Stefan and I called her Katya, for short. She's 20 years old, blond hair, big brown eyes. I met her when she was only three months old, when I was on the island. She had such a sweet disposition as a baby. Her first word was Papa, the man whom she adored with all her little heart." Her voice, which was tense at first, got softer as she remembered the child.
Luke could tell when Laura was lying, knew that she was speaking the truth. Bobbie however, didn't believe her.
"If she's your daughter, where's her mother?" Bobbie demanded harshly.
Stefan's voice grew sad, "My wife, Nícole, died giving birth to our Katya. She only lived long enough, to hold her once."
Bobbie could finally tell that he was telling the truth, and felt bad about digging up all these painful memories, "I'm so sorry Stefan. I just need to know one more thing, what happened to Caroline?"
"I am sorry, but Katarina just told me that, Helena killed her. She even forced my 17-year-old daughter to watch the poor woman be shot."
"Shot?" Bobbie choked out. "She's dead, my baby's dead."
Luke wrapped his arms around Bobbie as her tears began to flow.
~*~
Jason walked into "Carly's" room. He saw her gazing out the window, she looked different somehow, graceful, elegant, there was this air to her, that he'd never felt before. But above all that, she was still breath taking.
"Carly, what was Stefan Cassadine doing in your room?" Jason asked, breaking the silence.
"Ah, Jason. We urgently need to talk. Would you please sit down?" She asked, motioning to the chair.
Jason did so, but noted her different manner of speaking, "What do we need to talk about?"
"It is about this Caroline Benson. I am not her. I never was she technically. I mean, I am the person that you have known for the past few years, but I am not 'her'. I am not the woman both you and I thought I was."
"What are you talking about? You aren't making sense. What do you mean you're not Carly." Jason questioned confused.
"Jason, three years ago, my grandmother kidnapped me from Greece, she brainwashed me into thinking that I was Caroline Benson, Bobbie Spencer's birth daughter, which I am not."
"Your not?"
"No, my name is really Katarina Nícole Cassadine. I do remember everything, and all my feelings were genuine, for you and Michael at least. Tony, well, he was something my grandmother made me do to get back at the Spencers. I am sorry Jason."
"What am I though? Was I also something to do with this?" Jason asked quietly, he doesn't know why, but he's afraid she might feel differently about him now, but why did he care was the question. Because she's your best friend, was his answer to himself, although he didn't quite believe that was all.
"No. Not at all, you were never part of the plan. I never would have wanted you to get mixed up in this entire thing, it is unfair to you."
Jason took a deep breath, and ran his hands through his hair.
Katarina's concerned, "Are you alright?"
"How much do you remember?" Jason asked.
"Everything, I remember everything about the past three years. I remember meeting you for the first time nearly three years ago. I remember everything about my life before my grandmother kidnapped me."
"Are you still my friend, can I still trust you?" Jason demanded bluntly.
She took his hands, and looked deeply into his eyes, "Jason, you can trust me, you will always be able to trust me. I will never ever betray you. I value your friendship too much. I . . . " She stopped speaking.
Jason didn't know why, but he had to know what she was about to say, he ws just beginning to realize what she truly means to him, "You what?"
"I, I, I love you." She managed to get out. Katarina looked hesitantly into his eyes, "I just wish that you felt the same way." She told him sadly.
"I think I do." Jason voiced, surprising both of them.
"What?" Katarina exclaimed.
"I think that I love you." Jason repeated, feeling as though a giant weight had been lifted off his chest, which he didn't even know existed.
"No you do not." Katarina shook her head, not believe it at all. Things were moving much too quickly.
"But I do." Jason insisted. "I love you."
Both felt themselves get closer and closer, they lips met, and the passion that they felt for each other exploded into a hot and heavy kiss.
Katarina pulled back first, "We cannot do this. We cannot just kiss like this."
"Why not?" Jason asked puzzled.
"Because, you don't even know me. You know Carly. But you do not know me, Katya." She told him, in her hurried speech, her Greek accent shows though a little.
"So?" Jason asks naively. "We didn't know each other when we first met."
"Jason first of all, I was much younger. And I was thinking that I was a totally different person. If you truly love me, you will do things my way." Katarina implored.
"And what way would that be?" Jason inquired, willing to do just about anything.
"Go slowly. Go on real dates. Where you pick me up on Spoon Island with flowers, dressed up, and we go to dinner. You buy me gifts." She told him with a smile. "You must pursue me."
"Anything."
"Good. Then our first date will be the Friday after I get out of the hospital." Katarina declared.
"Great." Jason told her, liking what he was seeing, her personality intrigued him, "One question though."
"What?" She asked puzzled at what it could be.
"What do you want me to call you?" Jason requested, understanding what it was like to be called something you were not.
"Oh, well, you can call me Katya, like Papa does. Just don't let him know that you do. He like to think that only he's allowed to call me that." She let him know quietly, as if it were a big secret.
Jason nodded his head and smiled, he knew that he had liked Carly's personality, but there was some added bonus now, like the two personalities had combined into one that made his head spin, and he really liked it.
He watched her eyes start to droop, then close as she fell asleep. Jason sat there, watching her sleep for the rest of the night.
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