My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 5: The Gatekeeper Heir
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Ms. Spencer said it was time for the twins to get down. Next thing I knew I had been nominated as the rug-rat sitter and sent outside to play with the twins. I could still hear them discussing things through the door. Their voices would sometimes even get loud enough so that I could pick out a word here or there, but effectively I had been cut out of whatever was going on.
So I sat down on the back step, watched the twins run around the yard, and tried to plan my next move. All right, so far I had a missing cousin and his wife, a missing Uncle (although one might argue that it was I who was missing), two homeless toddlers, a strange city, and stranger people. While so far these people seemed nice, I still was not convinced they were the people to take charge of the twins in my cousin's absence. Despite the fact that I could occasionally pick out the cadence of my mother's voice, thus proving that this insane asylum might actually be good for her, I couldn't rely on her judgment.
There was a time when I knew my mom would always come up with the logical answer to any situation. However, that was before Dad died. I had been coming up with the logical answers for myself for a long time now. With every other Cassadine apparently AWOL I guess it was time for me to start doing it for everyone. My parents used to joke about being Gatekeepers for their families. It had apparently become my turn to take up where they had left off.
First, what to do about our living situation? The brownstone was nice and in a decent neighborhood. The twins seemed to be familiar with the place. Mark had known where toys were kept when we came outside. If Ms. Spencer could be believed, and she did seem to be the most stable of the bunch, Taggert had left her in charge of the kids. Ok we stay put for now.
Second, what to do about my missing relatives? There wasn't much I could do about Nicholas and Gia. I consider myself very resourceful, but even I know my limits. Tracking down a plane somewhere between here and Greece was definitely past my limits. I had been trying to call Uncle Stephen on his cell phone off and on since Mr. Spencer showed up. The fact that I had to leave more than one message worried me. The fact that he hadn't returned any of my messages worried me even more. Uncle Stephen had never been out of reach for more than an hour before. I knew better then to call him for every little thing, so he pretty much figured if I was calling, he'd better answer. That meant Uncle Stephen was also missing. I was not sure I could do anything about him either. At the rate Cassadines were disappearing, maybe the best thing I could do was keep an eye on the ones left.
Third, what to do about getting some backup? Well since the Cassadines were missing in action, I better move on to the Quartermaine side. I called the big house and got a new maid. I left a message saying I was in town and would call back later. Well, that was done. Someone knew where I was. Also, I knew if I didn't call back by dinner Great-Grandfather Edward would have the National Guard out looking for me.
I didn't like the idea of sitting around. I wished the adults would clue me in on what was going on. Well, if they wouldn't tell me I would have to find out on my own. Right now they were too aware of me to make eavesdropping an option, but my time would come. With a plan firmly decided on I went to enjoy the rest of the morning with the twins.
Chapter 5: The Gatekeeper Heir
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
Ms. Spencer said it was time for the twins to get down. Next thing I knew I had been nominated as the rug-rat sitter and sent outside to play with the twins. I could still hear them discussing things through the door. Their voices would sometimes even get loud enough so that I could pick out a word here or there, but effectively I had been cut out of whatever was going on.
So I sat down on the back step, watched the twins run around the yard, and tried to plan my next move. All right, so far I had a missing cousin and his wife, a missing Uncle (although one might argue that it was I who was missing), two homeless toddlers, a strange city, and stranger people. While so far these people seemed nice, I still was not convinced they were the people to take charge of the twins in my cousin's absence. Despite the fact that I could occasionally pick out the cadence of my mother's voice, thus proving that this insane asylum might actually be good for her, I couldn't rely on her judgment.
There was a time when I knew my mom would always come up with the logical answer to any situation. However, that was before Dad died. I had been coming up with the logical answers for myself for a long time now. With every other Cassadine apparently AWOL I guess it was time for me to start doing it for everyone. My parents used to joke about being Gatekeepers for their families. It had apparently become my turn to take up where they had left off.
First, what to do about our living situation? The brownstone was nice and in a decent neighborhood. The twins seemed to be familiar with the place. Mark had known where toys were kept when we came outside. If Ms. Spencer could be believed, and she did seem to be the most stable of the bunch, Taggert had left her in charge of the kids. Ok we stay put for now.
Second, what to do about my missing relatives? There wasn't much I could do about Nicholas and Gia. I consider myself very resourceful, but even I know my limits. Tracking down a plane somewhere between here and Greece was definitely past my limits. I had been trying to call Uncle Stephen on his cell phone off and on since Mr. Spencer showed up. The fact that I had to leave more than one message worried me. The fact that he hadn't returned any of my messages worried me even more. Uncle Stephen had never been out of reach for more than an hour before. I knew better then to call him for every little thing, so he pretty much figured if I was calling, he'd better answer. That meant Uncle Stephen was also missing. I was not sure I could do anything about him either. At the rate Cassadines were disappearing, maybe the best thing I could do was keep an eye on the ones left.
Third, what to do about getting some backup? Well since the Cassadines were missing in action, I better move on to the Quartermaine side. I called the big house and got a new maid. I left a message saying I was in town and would call back later. Well, that was done. Someone knew where I was. Also, I knew if I didn't call back by dinner Great-Grandfather Edward would have the National Guard out looking for me.
I didn't like the idea of sitting around. I wished the adults would clue me in on what was going on. Well, if they wouldn't tell me I would have to find out on my own. Right now they were too aware of me to make eavesdropping an option, but my time would come. With a plan firmly decided on I went to enjoy the rest of the morning with the twins.