Title- Something Right
Author- Stacie Ann
Summary- Carly and Alexis have something in common and it makes Carly
realize some things.
Rating- PG
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Disclaimer- Don't own any of the characters from General Hospital.
"Carly?"
A voice yells through the house.
"Yeah?" She answers, coming down the stairs and seeing her husband.
She sees the look of blame on his face.
"What happened?" She asked, concerned.
"I went to see Alexis at the hospital."
Her face darkens.
"Why?"
"I don't know." He rubs his face tiredly, "I wanted to see how she and her baby was."
"And?" Her voice is sharp, seeming to be angry.
But inside she quivering in fear.
Does he know?
Is he leaving her?
Can she make it without him again?
"Her baby went into surgery and she blamed it on me." He answered, sighing.
"Oh." She feels a pang in her heart.
Yes, she does have a heart.
So many people think otherwise. But she can feel, does feel. She just hides it under sarcasm and hurtful words.
She grabs her coat and jams her feet into her shoes.
"Carly? Where are you going?" Sonny asks.
"Out. I'll be back soon." She answers.
"You're not driving are you? Benny can take you." There's fear in his voice.
They all remembered the last time she drove.
Right over a cliff.
"No, I'll walk. It's ok." She smiles, kisses him, and walks out the door.
*
Carly walks through the elevator and into the maternity part of the hospital. She can smell baby powder and milk. The smell makes her want to cry. It reminds her of a baby she lost.
She walked into the preemie room and saw Alexis sitting in the rocking chair, wringing her hands.
"Alexis." Carly said as she walked into the room.
Alexis jumped and then looked at Carly, "Get out." She whispered.
Carly shook her head.
"You're. . .husband, caused my baby to go into surgery." Alexis whispered hoarsely.
"He didn't." Carly said softly.
"What do you want? What more damage can you do?" Alexis snapped, her voice lined with venom.
"Listen, I just want to talk." Carly said, trying to stay calm.
"About what? We have nothing to talk about. Nothing." Alexis hissed.
"Look, I know I'm a bitch sometimes...all the time. Everyone in Port Charles knows it. But, all I want to do is talk. That's all." Carly snapped, her voice growing softer.
"What?" Alexis finally asked, her head in her hands.
"I know what you're going through, ok? The pain, the worry, the wait." Carly started, sitting down and staring at the wall, a film of tears forming over her eyes, "I know what it's like to expect the worst. I've been through the worst."
"Kristina will be fine, she won't be the worst." Alexis insisted.
"I know. And I'm happy for you. And I know what you're going through." Carly said.
"You don't know, how could you know!" Alexis exploded.
"I know because I lost my baby! My baby was murdered when I was pushed down those stairs!" Carly yelled, her voice breaking.
Alexis looked at her and saw the pain in her face. The tears running her makeup down her face, the courage that it had taken to come here raging in her eyes.
"Carly I-" Alexis started to say but was interrupted when Bobbie and another nurse wheeled the incubator in holding little baby Kristina.
"My baby!" Alexis gasped and raced to her child, mumbling coos and prayers that her daughter was ok.
"She'll be ok, just a tiny setback." Bobbie assured, then left, not noticing her own daughter in the room.
Carly slowly walked to the Mother and baby, her gaze never wavering on the little bundle with the tuff of darkened hair and dark eyes.
"Oh my. . ." She gasped.
"I know." Alexis whispered.
"She looks. . .just like her Father." Carly said, almost breaking down on the words
Here Alexis had the child she so desperately wanted. But she could no deny the beauty of the baby.
"She does." Alexis agreed.
Carly closed her eyes, yearning for the tears to go away. She got up and went to leave when Alexis's voice stopped her.
"Carly. Thank you."
Carly looked back, "Well don't expect it to become an everyday thing." She said, her cracking voice and shiny eyes giving away her sorrow.
She turned to leave and then found herself walking around town.
It had started to snow again. The frozen crystals stuck to her hair and face. Something had changed.
She had accepted that Alexis and Sonny had a child. It was *their* child.
Something she would never live up too.
Never.
*
Sonny came home again, his mind a mess. Things were too stressful and for once he just wanted to sit at home and have a peaceful evening with his wife.
Carly.
That brought a smile to Sonny's lips.
Oh, how he loved his wife.
So much.
He flipped on the lights and found an empty home. Something was wrong. Something was off. He walked further into his home and saw a piece of paper laying on the desk.
It was folded and read, Sonny.
Carly's writing.
With a feeling of dread, he opened it and read the loopy, pen written words.
Sonny,
I'm sorry to have to do this. But I can't live with myself like this. Michael and I have left, to put it bluntly. There is something you need to know, something I've tried to tell you. Baby Kristina is your daughter. Yes, you and Alexis have a child, a beautiful daughter. I can't compete with it. Who am I to stand in the way of your child? Your full blood child. I can't. I won't. I know that you will think this is stupid, me leaving. But I cannot just stay here and block your way to a happier life, with your child.
I didn't take anything with me, nothing you bought me. I don't want to owe you anything, but I will always. You showed me love, when I thought there was none and I can never repay that. I do love you. Very much. I will always. But this just isn't right. I know you will look for me. But, you won't find me. Maybe we'll see each other, when it *is* our time. I will love always.
Be happy,
Carly
Sonny looked on in disbelief at the letter. Carly couldn't be gone. He dropped the letter and heard the sound of a metallic ting. It was her wedding rings.
She really was gone.
And he was alone.
Again.
*
Carly wrung her hands together as she and her son rode the train. They were headed to Michigan. She didn't know what was there, but she had to get away. Sonny would call all his men to look for her, and if he found her. . .he'd never let her out of his sight. She hoped that she understood her reasoning's. It was one of the few noble things she had done in her life.
She hoped it helped. It better!
She hoped Sonny would be happy, though she knew he wouldn't.
Wishful thinking.
Hopefully something would turn out to be good, it had to be.
It just had too.
The End.
(I'm thinking about making a series of some sort about this. Any feedback is welcome. Bad? Good? Crazy?).
"Carly?"
A voice yells through the house.
"Yeah?" She answers, coming down the stairs and seeing her husband.
She sees the look of blame on his face.
"What happened?" She asked, concerned.
"I went to see Alexis at the hospital."
Her face darkens.
"Why?"
"I don't know." He rubs his face tiredly, "I wanted to see how she and her baby was."
"And?" Her voice is sharp, seeming to be angry.
But inside she quivering in fear.
Does he know?
Is he leaving her?
Can she make it without him again?
"Her baby went into surgery and she blamed it on me." He answered, sighing.
"Oh." She feels a pang in her heart.
Yes, she does have a heart.
So many people think otherwise. But she can feel, does feel. She just hides it under sarcasm and hurtful words.
She grabs her coat and jams her feet into her shoes.
"Carly? Where are you going?" Sonny asks.
"Out. I'll be back soon." She answers.
"You're not driving are you? Benny can take you." There's fear in his voice.
They all remembered the last time she drove.
Right over a cliff.
"No, I'll walk. It's ok." She smiles, kisses him, and walks out the door.
*
Carly walks through the elevator and into the maternity part of the hospital. She can smell baby powder and milk. The smell makes her want to cry. It reminds her of a baby she lost.
She walked into the preemie room and saw Alexis sitting in the rocking chair, wringing her hands.
"Alexis." Carly said as she walked into the room.
Alexis jumped and then looked at Carly, "Get out." She whispered.
Carly shook her head.
"You're. . .husband, caused my baby to go into surgery." Alexis whispered hoarsely.
"He didn't." Carly said softly.
"What do you want? What more damage can you do?" Alexis snapped, her voice lined with venom.
"Listen, I just want to talk." Carly said, trying to stay calm.
"About what? We have nothing to talk about. Nothing." Alexis hissed.
"Look, I know I'm a bitch sometimes...all the time. Everyone in Port Charles knows it. But, all I want to do is talk. That's all." Carly snapped, her voice growing softer.
"What?" Alexis finally asked, her head in her hands.
"I know what you're going through, ok? The pain, the worry, the wait." Carly started, sitting down and staring at the wall, a film of tears forming over her eyes, "I know what it's like to expect the worst. I've been through the worst."
"Kristina will be fine, she won't be the worst." Alexis insisted.
"I know. And I'm happy for you. And I know what you're going through." Carly said.
"You don't know, how could you know!" Alexis exploded.
"I know because I lost my baby! My baby was murdered when I was pushed down those stairs!" Carly yelled, her voice breaking.
Alexis looked at her and saw the pain in her face. The tears running her makeup down her face, the courage that it had taken to come here raging in her eyes.
"Carly I-" Alexis started to say but was interrupted when Bobbie and another nurse wheeled the incubator in holding little baby Kristina.
"My baby!" Alexis gasped and raced to her child, mumbling coos and prayers that her daughter was ok.
"She'll be ok, just a tiny setback." Bobbie assured, then left, not noticing her own daughter in the room.
Carly slowly walked to the Mother and baby, her gaze never wavering on the little bundle with the tuff of darkened hair and dark eyes.
"Oh my. . ." She gasped.
"I know." Alexis whispered.
"She looks. . .just like her Father." Carly said, almost breaking down on the words
Here Alexis had the child she so desperately wanted. But she could no deny the beauty of the baby.
"She does." Alexis agreed.
Carly closed her eyes, yearning for the tears to go away. She got up and went to leave when Alexis's voice stopped her.
"Carly. Thank you."
Carly looked back, "Well don't expect it to become an everyday thing." She said, her cracking voice and shiny eyes giving away her sorrow.
She turned to leave and then found herself walking around town.
It had started to snow again. The frozen crystals stuck to her hair and face. Something had changed.
She had accepted that Alexis and Sonny had a child. It was *their* child.
Something she would never live up too.
Never.
*
Sonny came home again, his mind a mess. Things were too stressful and for once he just wanted to sit at home and have a peaceful evening with his wife.
Carly.
That brought a smile to Sonny's lips.
Oh, how he loved his wife.
So much.
He flipped on the lights and found an empty home. Something was wrong. Something was off. He walked further into his home and saw a piece of paper laying on the desk.
It was folded and read, Sonny.
Carly's writing.
With a feeling of dread, he opened it and read the loopy, pen written words.
Sonny,
I'm sorry to have to do this. But I can't live with myself like this. Michael and I have left, to put it bluntly. There is something you need to know, something I've tried to tell you. Baby Kristina is your daughter. Yes, you and Alexis have a child, a beautiful daughter. I can't compete with it. Who am I to stand in the way of your child? Your full blood child. I can't. I won't. I know that you will think this is stupid, me leaving. But I cannot just stay here and block your way to a happier life, with your child.
I didn't take anything with me, nothing you bought me. I don't want to owe you anything, but I will always. You showed me love, when I thought there was none and I can never repay that. I do love you. Very much. I will always. But this just isn't right. I know you will look for me. But, you won't find me. Maybe we'll see each other, when it *is* our time. I will love always.
Be happy,
Carly
Sonny looked on in disbelief at the letter. Carly couldn't be gone. He dropped the letter and heard the sound of a metallic ting. It was her wedding rings.
She really was gone.
And he was alone.
Again.
*
Carly wrung her hands together as she and her son rode the train. They were headed to Michigan. She didn't know what was there, but she had to get away. Sonny would call all his men to look for her, and if he found her. . .he'd never let her out of his sight. She hoped that she understood her reasoning's. It was one of the few noble things she had done in her life.
She hoped it helped. It better!
She hoped Sonny would be happy, though she knew he wouldn't.
Wishful thinking.
Hopefully something would turn out to be good, it had to be.
It just had too.
The End.
(I'm thinking about making a series of some sort about this. Any feedback is welcome. Bad? Good? Crazy?).