My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 9: Slow Day
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!
I let Michael introduce me to Jason Morgan, apparently an old friend of Michael's father. Jason didn't say much or actually anything. He seemed to be studying me. I figured it was time to go check on the nuts at the brownstone so I said good-by and headed back.
By the time I got back Jax had already left and dinner was on the table. The meal was the calmest I had encountered in the house. With only Ms. Spencer, my Mother, and I Mr. Spencer didn't have anyone to really play with.
After the twins went to bed and Mom had retired I went out on the back porch. Mr. Spencer was leaning against the side of the house smoking a cigar.
"Well Princess Junior, how was your day?" he asked.
"Just your average day," I responded. Really, what did he expect me to say?
"Apparently Detective Gumshoe is going to be late getting in so it looks like you get to be graced with our presence overnight," he said.
"I will try to contain my excitement," I said.
We both just stood there. He was puffing away on his cigar. I was trying to figure out if I could get him to give me any information.
"Well don't stay up too late, for some reason it upsets Barbara Jean," he finally said.
"If I actually asked you what was going on would you tell me?" I asked.
He looked at me for a minute. "A gypsy girl playing a very old song on her tambourine." Then he went inside.
Obviously the crazy man wasn't going to help me. Time for attempt number two. I pulled out my phone and dialed Jax.
"Hello," he said.
"I told you to give me a report before you left," I said.
"Kristina. Is everything ok?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't everything be ok?" I returned.
He didn't even try to answer my question. "How is your mother?" he asked.
"She is talking because of a crazy man," I said.
"I know. Look, don't let Luke scare you. He always thinks something crazy is going on." He said.
"Something is going on Jax. Nicholas, Gia, and Uncle Stephan are all missing. Mom is talking Jax. Talking. Maybe only to a crazy man, but she is talking. What is going on?" I needed Jax to tell me something; anything to re-ground my world in.
I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Still I hoped that he would tell me what was going on. What was important enough about Mr. Spencer to get my Mother to break her silence?
"Don't worry kid. Everyone is out looking for Nicholas and Gia. I am sure they just had engine trouble." He said.
Who was he trying to convince, himself or I? I know I wasn't buying it. However, I had all the answers I needed. I would get no help from Jax.
The funny thing is that for a man who hated everything about Uncle Stephan's personality Jax was doing a very good impression of Uncle Stephan. To Uncle Stephan I was still his little niece who needed to be protected. Uncle Stephan, and now Jax, took care of the family secretes so I wouldn't be upset by them.
I agreed with Jax, assured him that I was fine, and said good night. That was that. If I wanted to find out was going on in my own family I wouldn't get the answers from my family. So nothing had changed. My family was in trouble and needed a Gatekeeper. I was the last Gatekeeper standing.
The problem was that I didn't even know what the problem was. Yes Nicholas and Gia were missing, but everyone assured me that it was nothing to be worried about. Except that Marcus hadn't been home yet. Except that Uncle Stephan wasn't answering his phone. Except that the twins were staying with people I had never met. Except that Mom was talking.
So something was very wrong.
For years I had a dream that my Mother would one day talk to me. That she would once again answer all the questions I had. Questions about how the world works. Questions about how my family works. Questions about how my hair works.
As the years went on the dream stopped being that she would have any answers. I just wanted her to talk to me. She could have said anything at all. She could say she liked my dress. She could say that she wanted a hamburger for dinner. She could say that she hated my boyfriend.
However, neither of those dreams came true. My Mother was talking, just not to me. I had noticed that she had yet to direct a single sentence towards me. My Mother had not come back. The part of my Mother that responded to a crisis was speaking. Something was bad enough that six years of silence needed to be broken in order to get some help.
So the family needed help, but the adults wouldn't tell me why. That left me where I was this morning. Staying with crazy people while one by one my family went missing.
Well the Cassadines were not going to help me and apparently neither was the Jacks or the Spencers. That left the Quartermaines. I called Aunt Emily. We agreed that someone would pick me up at 4pm for dinner up at the main house at 6pm. That would give me at least an hour and a half to get Aunt Emily on my side. I might even be able to get some useful information out of her.
So what had I accomplished today? I had moved in with a crazy man and his sister. I had breakfast with Abbot and Costello. I took care of the twins. I met my Vice President. I determined I had lost half of my family. I made dinner plans for tomorrow. Over all it was not an impressive list.
Oh well, tomorrow was another day.
Chapter 9: Slow Day
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!
I let Michael introduce me to Jason Morgan, apparently an old friend of Michael's father. Jason didn't say much or actually anything. He seemed to be studying me. I figured it was time to go check on the nuts at the brownstone so I said good-by and headed back.
By the time I got back Jax had already left and dinner was on the table. The meal was the calmest I had encountered in the house. With only Ms. Spencer, my Mother, and I Mr. Spencer didn't have anyone to really play with.
After the twins went to bed and Mom had retired I went out on the back porch. Mr. Spencer was leaning against the side of the house smoking a cigar.
"Well Princess Junior, how was your day?" he asked.
"Just your average day," I responded. Really, what did he expect me to say?
"Apparently Detective Gumshoe is going to be late getting in so it looks like you get to be graced with our presence overnight," he said.
"I will try to contain my excitement," I said.
We both just stood there. He was puffing away on his cigar. I was trying to figure out if I could get him to give me any information.
"Well don't stay up too late, for some reason it upsets Barbara Jean," he finally said.
"If I actually asked you what was going on would you tell me?" I asked.
He looked at me for a minute. "A gypsy girl playing a very old song on her tambourine." Then he went inside.
Obviously the crazy man wasn't going to help me. Time for attempt number two. I pulled out my phone and dialed Jax.
"Hello," he said.
"I told you to give me a report before you left," I said.
"Kristina. Is everything ok?" he asked.
"Why wouldn't everything be ok?" I returned.
He didn't even try to answer my question. "How is your mother?" he asked.
"She is talking because of a crazy man," I said.
"I know. Look, don't let Luke scare you. He always thinks something crazy is going on." He said.
"Something is going on Jax. Nicholas, Gia, and Uncle Stephan are all missing. Mom is talking Jax. Talking. Maybe only to a crazy man, but she is talking. What is going on?" I needed Jax to tell me something; anything to re-ground my world in.
I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. Still I hoped that he would tell me what was going on. What was important enough about Mr. Spencer to get my Mother to break her silence?
"Don't worry kid. Everyone is out looking for Nicholas and Gia. I am sure they just had engine trouble." He said.
Who was he trying to convince, himself or I? I know I wasn't buying it. However, I had all the answers I needed. I would get no help from Jax.
The funny thing is that for a man who hated everything about Uncle Stephan's personality Jax was doing a very good impression of Uncle Stephan. To Uncle Stephan I was still his little niece who needed to be protected. Uncle Stephan, and now Jax, took care of the family secretes so I wouldn't be upset by them.
I agreed with Jax, assured him that I was fine, and said good night. That was that. If I wanted to find out was going on in my own family I wouldn't get the answers from my family. So nothing had changed. My family was in trouble and needed a Gatekeeper. I was the last Gatekeeper standing.
The problem was that I didn't even know what the problem was. Yes Nicholas and Gia were missing, but everyone assured me that it was nothing to be worried about. Except that Marcus hadn't been home yet. Except that Uncle Stephan wasn't answering his phone. Except that the twins were staying with people I had never met. Except that Mom was talking.
So something was very wrong.
For years I had a dream that my Mother would one day talk to me. That she would once again answer all the questions I had. Questions about how the world works. Questions about how my family works. Questions about how my hair works.
As the years went on the dream stopped being that she would have any answers. I just wanted her to talk to me. She could have said anything at all. She could say she liked my dress. She could say that she wanted a hamburger for dinner. She could say that she hated my boyfriend.
However, neither of those dreams came true. My Mother was talking, just not to me. I had noticed that she had yet to direct a single sentence towards me. My Mother had not come back. The part of my Mother that responded to a crisis was speaking. Something was bad enough that six years of silence needed to be broken in order to get some help.
So the family needed help, but the adults wouldn't tell me why. That left me where I was this morning. Staying with crazy people while one by one my family went missing.
Well the Cassadines were not going to help me and apparently neither was the Jacks or the Spencers. That left the Quartermaines. I called Aunt Emily. We agreed that someone would pick me up at 4pm for dinner up at the main house at 6pm. That would give me at least an hour and a half to get Aunt Emily on my side. I might even be able to get some useful information out of her.
So what had I accomplished today? I had moved in with a crazy man and his sister. I had breakfast with Abbot and Costello. I took care of the twins. I met my Vice President. I determined I had lost half of my family. I made dinner plans for tomorrow. Over all it was not an impressive list.
Oh well, tomorrow was another day.