My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 30: Heirship and Assaults
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 didn't even bother to stand up, let alone turn around. In fact I stretched out my legs in front of me and slouched into the couch. If she wanted to scare to me she would just have to come to me.
"Did the two of you get all caught up?" Helena asked as she returned to her seat at the desk.
"Drop the act Mother. What do you want?" Uncle Stephan said.
"I only want what is in the best interests of my great-grandchildren," she responded.
"That would be leaving them to your tender mercies I assume." Scorn dripped from every syllable of Uncle Stephan's response.
"I vote for giving them to the crazy man," I offered.
"I believe they currently go to Detective Taggert," Uncle Stephan pointed out.
"Same difference in this town," I responded.
"Detective Taggert is sane, if occasionally limited," Uncle Stephan stated.
"That man is not worthy enough to handle the Cassadine affairs. Let alone to guide the next prince," Helena dismissed.
"Since it is not your, or my, decision to make, I repeat, what are we doing here?" Uncle Stephan asked again.
"I think you understated your position in this," Helena answered. "While Nicholas may have been misguided enough by that girl he married to leave physical custody to the detective, he did leave you as trustee to the empire."
"As long as Nicholas and Gia are still alive the terms of their will are irrelevant," Uncle Stephan pointed out.
"Unfortunately my grandson has been missing for several days now. While I do not relish outliving both my beloved son and grandson, it is a possibility I may just have to face," she said.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even Uncle Stephan with his stone poker face was having a hard time with her pronouncing Nicholas dead. Not to mention her total dismissal of Gia.
He rallied quickly though. "What makes you think I would give the trusteeship up to you now when I didn't in the past?" Uncle Stephan asked in as cold a voice as I had ever heard.
"You seem to like your bastard half-sister and her offspring," Helena suggested.
I think Uncle Stephan had expected that threat. "I would think all of us turning up dead would raise some questions," he pointed out.
Before Helena could explain where she was going to hide all the bodies, the phone rang. "Excuse me," she said before answering. She listened to the person on the other end for a moment. Finally she said, "Bring her here." She hung up the phone and smiled. "It seems we are going to have another guest."
Then we waited. She wanted us to squirm. Both Uncle Stephan and I stayed as still as statues. I'm sure we were both thinking the same thing. Please don't let Mom be brought through that door.
When the door opened it took all my strength to not turn around. Then it took all my strength not to sag in relief.
"Why am I not even surprised?" Ms. Spencer asked the room at large.
"Charming as ever," Helena said.
Ms. Spencer jerked into our view like she had been shoved. She spared a glare over her shoulder before sitting down next to Uncle Stephan. Ignoring Helena, Ms. Spencer looked at Uncle Stephan, "You know, the one thing I have never regretted about divorcing you was losing that as my mother-in-law."
Uncle Stephan and Ms. Spencer were married? That is it. I give up. I surrender. There is no way I am ever going to understand the Cassadines.
"So, did she explain why we are all here enjoying her company?" Ms. Spencer asked.
"I'm here to be killed," I offered.
Uncle Stephan didn't look amused at my contribution. I just shrugged, "She is not terribly effective at it." Uncle Stephan's look promised me we would discuss this later.
"I assure you I never miss in person," Helena threatened.
Ms. Spencer figured out what Helena and I were talking about. I saw her lean forward with hate shinning in her eyes.
However, before Ms. Spencer could start in on Helena for Michael's hospital stay, Uncle Stephan decided to take back control. "Mother, what do you really gain by holding us here?"
Helena didn't answer. "I have some work to do now. I will meet with you later Stephan to discuss family business."
None of us moved.
"You know my brother is going to come looking for me," Ms. Spencer said.
"It will be good to see Luke again. I haven't been able to see him since Laura's funeral. I hope he has improved, he didn't look well then," Helena responded.
I didn't know who this Laura was, but she was someone both Uncle Stephan and Ms. Spencer had known. They must have liked her because I could see neither of them thought Helena should even be mentioning her name.
"Now I really have some work to do," Helena said. She motioned for three henchmen (see, I knew there was more then one) to take us away.
Each one of us were grabbed by an arm and hauled to our feet. We were already being led out of the room via the bookcase when Helena interrupted our departure.
"Just one more thing," she said. Helena then walked over to stand right in front of Ms. Spencer. "I believed you once said I should slap someone who deserves it." With that she slapped Ms. Spencer right across the face.
Uncle Stephan tried one ineffectual lunge toward the women. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.
Ms. Spencer handled it the best of all of us. "Now I owe you a good, old- fashioned American butt kicking. When should I pencil you in?"
Chapter 30: Heirship and Assaults
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 didn't even bother to stand up, let alone turn around. In fact I stretched out my legs in front of me and slouched into the couch. If she wanted to scare to me she would just have to come to me.
"Did the two of you get all caught up?" Helena asked as she returned to her seat at the desk.
"Drop the act Mother. What do you want?" Uncle Stephan said.
"I only want what is in the best interests of my great-grandchildren," she responded.
"That would be leaving them to your tender mercies I assume." Scorn dripped from every syllable of Uncle Stephan's response.
"I vote for giving them to the crazy man," I offered.
"I believe they currently go to Detective Taggert," Uncle Stephan pointed out.
"Same difference in this town," I responded.
"Detective Taggert is sane, if occasionally limited," Uncle Stephan stated.
"That man is not worthy enough to handle the Cassadine affairs. Let alone to guide the next prince," Helena dismissed.
"Since it is not your, or my, decision to make, I repeat, what are we doing here?" Uncle Stephan asked again.
"I think you understated your position in this," Helena answered. "While Nicholas may have been misguided enough by that girl he married to leave physical custody to the detective, he did leave you as trustee to the empire."
"As long as Nicholas and Gia are still alive the terms of their will are irrelevant," Uncle Stephan pointed out.
"Unfortunately my grandson has been missing for several days now. While I do not relish outliving both my beloved son and grandson, it is a possibility I may just have to face," she said.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even Uncle Stephan with his stone poker face was having a hard time with her pronouncing Nicholas dead. Not to mention her total dismissal of Gia.
He rallied quickly though. "What makes you think I would give the trusteeship up to you now when I didn't in the past?" Uncle Stephan asked in as cold a voice as I had ever heard.
"You seem to like your bastard half-sister and her offspring," Helena suggested.
I think Uncle Stephan had expected that threat. "I would think all of us turning up dead would raise some questions," he pointed out.
Before Helena could explain where she was going to hide all the bodies, the phone rang. "Excuse me," she said before answering. She listened to the person on the other end for a moment. Finally she said, "Bring her here." She hung up the phone and smiled. "It seems we are going to have another guest."
Then we waited. She wanted us to squirm. Both Uncle Stephan and I stayed as still as statues. I'm sure we were both thinking the same thing. Please don't let Mom be brought through that door.
When the door opened it took all my strength to not turn around. Then it took all my strength not to sag in relief.
"Why am I not even surprised?" Ms. Spencer asked the room at large.
"Charming as ever," Helena said.
Ms. Spencer jerked into our view like she had been shoved. She spared a glare over her shoulder before sitting down next to Uncle Stephan. Ignoring Helena, Ms. Spencer looked at Uncle Stephan, "You know, the one thing I have never regretted about divorcing you was losing that as my mother-in-law."
Uncle Stephan and Ms. Spencer were married? That is it. I give up. I surrender. There is no way I am ever going to understand the Cassadines.
"So, did she explain why we are all here enjoying her company?" Ms. Spencer asked.
"I'm here to be killed," I offered.
Uncle Stephan didn't look amused at my contribution. I just shrugged, "She is not terribly effective at it." Uncle Stephan's look promised me we would discuss this later.
"I assure you I never miss in person," Helena threatened.
Ms. Spencer figured out what Helena and I were talking about. I saw her lean forward with hate shinning in her eyes.
However, before Ms. Spencer could start in on Helena for Michael's hospital stay, Uncle Stephan decided to take back control. "Mother, what do you really gain by holding us here?"
Helena didn't answer. "I have some work to do now. I will meet with you later Stephan to discuss family business."
None of us moved.
"You know my brother is going to come looking for me," Ms. Spencer said.
"It will be good to see Luke again. I haven't been able to see him since Laura's funeral. I hope he has improved, he didn't look well then," Helena responded.
I didn't know who this Laura was, but she was someone both Uncle Stephan and Ms. Spencer had known. They must have liked her because I could see neither of them thought Helena should even be mentioning her name.
"Now I really have some work to do," Helena said. She motioned for three henchmen (see, I knew there was more then one) to take us away.
Each one of us were grabbed by an arm and hauled to our feet. We were already being led out of the room via the bookcase when Helena interrupted our departure.
"Just one more thing," she said. Helena then walked over to stand right in front of Ms. Spencer. "I believed you once said I should slap someone who deserves it." With that she slapped Ms. Spencer right across the face.
Uncle Stephan tried one ineffectual lunge toward the women. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.
Ms. Spencer handled it the best of all of us. "Now I owe you a good, old- fashioned American butt kicking. When should I pencil you in?"