Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 6
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Aren't I the nicest person to give you guys two chapters at once after you've been waiting for
me to update all weekend? I thought so, too. R&R as always, guys. On with the show…enjoy!
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Casa Corinthos (dinner time)
**Dinner time at home had never been this strained, even in darker times** thought Sonny, sadly.
His dark eyes roved over his family, seated together bound in tension that could be slit with a
knife.
Carly sat opposite him at the table, with Jason and Courtney opposite Elizabeth and the biggest
surprise of all, Ric.
Jason said nothing – no surprise there – but neither did Courtney, the second big surprise of the
night. Carly viewed the situation with an air of amusement. He should've known she'd get a kick
out seeing them squirm, he thought.
"Can you please pass the potatoes?" asked Courtney.
Elizabeth giggled. Ric looked to her and seemed to be barely holding in his laughter. Liz's eyes
sparkled above the napkin she'd hastily brought to her mouth to cover her impending laughter.
"What's so funny?" asked Carly.
"Nothing," quickly replied Ric. As Courtney's question had been directed to him, he handed his
sister the bowl of Au Gratin Potatoes.
Courtney flushed; obviously knowing their amusement had been directed towards her and
something she'd obviously said.
And so it continued, throughout the rest of dinner and the delicious chocolate-caramel pastry tart
Sonny'd made for dessert. Jason still said nothing, Courtney became resigned to pushing her
food around her plate, Ric and Elizabeth continued their silent communication, and Carly, well,
she looked as though things couldn't get any better.
"Who wants a nightcap?" asked Sonny, as he and Carly cleared the table.
Courtney shook her head. "Sorry. I've got the early shift tomorrow morning." Jason slid her coat
around her shoulders, and pulled her long blond hair from beneath the collar. An affectionate
gesture, obviously not new to them.
Liz looked away. The hurt at seeing them share such a moment of domesticated bliss evident in
her eyes. "I'm gonna walk Ric to his car," she announced. Before anyone could say anything, she
grabbed her uncle's hand and fled.
Courtney sighed sadly. "I'm sorry," she apologized to her brother, "we shouldn't have come."
Carly shook her head. "Why shouldn't you have come? Because it would offend Princess Lizzie?"
she inquired nastily.
"Carly…." Sonny warned.
"What? She needs to get it through her head that they are a couple and there's not a damn thing
she can do about it."
"Goodnight, Sonny," said Courtney, kissing her brother on his cheek. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Sonny said nothing as they finished clear the table and cleaned up, after everyone left. Liz still
hadn't come back and Carly had gone upstairs to check on Michael, who'd had an earlier dinner
at a friend's house and was bushed after a day at the community pool.
Turning off the lights in the kitchen, Sonny fixed himself a nightcap and kicking off his loafers, laid
back on the plush sofa. He was still worried about Alexis. She still hadn't called and Benny hadn't
located her either.
He was tired… no, exhausted. Between the coffee business, the 'business' and his soap-opera
style family, his patience was wearing thin. He took a sip of his Scotch, enjoying the delicious
slow burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes.
Sonny turned his head to see Carly slowly padding downstairs. She had changed her outfit and
now she headed toward him clad in silky black negligee, a sexy grin on her face. She plucked his
drink from his hand and settled herself onto his lap, running her hands through his silky black
curls.
"Tired?" she asked softly, leaning to capture his lips with hers.
"Hmmm," he grunted.
"Not too tired, I hope," she replied saucily, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hmmm, I don't know…." He flashed his dimples.
The heat, as much as he'd hate to admit it, always rose quickly between the two of them. And
tonight was no exception. All thoughts of his exhaustion flew from his head as he cupped Carly
closer and allowed her to kiss him in abandon.
Bring!
The shrill ring of the phone over by his desk interrupted them.
"Ignore it," said Carly, kissing the smooth golden skin of his chest.
He was perfectly prepared to do so when **It might be Benny calling about Lexie or Alexis
herself** popped into his head. "Hold that thought," he commanded, gently extricating himself
from Carly's grip and padding over to the phone. He grinned at the figure she cut on the couch,
pouting like a child who'd had their favorite toy forcibly taken away from them.
"Corinthos," he spoke into the phone.
"Sonny?" the voice called.
"Yeah," he replied, turning his back to Carly, not wanting to show his relief upon hearing Alexis's
voice washing over him. "Where have you been? I get this cryptic message from Benny that
you're looking for me and you're gonna 'fix' it, and when I try to track you down, I can't find you. "
"I know. I'm sorry," she apologized, sighing deeply. "I need to talk to you."
"Damn straight! Tomorrow morning ---"
"No," cut in Alexis. "Tonight. I need to see you tonight."
Sonny sighed and turned to face Carly, lounging on the couch looking at him concerned. "Sure,
tonight," he agreed, watching as the fires of anger leapt into Carly's eyes. "I'll be right there."
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Yeah." He set the phone on the cradle and padded past Carly up the stairs.
"Where the hell are you going, now?" inquired Carly bounding up the stairs after him.
"Out," he replied sharply. "I've got some business to take care of," he continued, buttoning his
shirt.
"Let Benny handle it. That's what you pay him for," she pouted. "Besides, we were just getting
started."
Sonny said nothing, just extricated himself from him and strode past her.
"Sonny, don't you walk away from me! Get back up here! Sonny!"
Sonny didn't stop. He continued walking away and slammed the door just as she cleared the final
stair.
* * *
Alexis met him at the door and stole his breath away. Kristina lay half-asleep on her shoulder; she
wore faded jeans and a ratty sweatshirt. Her face was devoid of makeup and her hair was loose
and curling beyond her shoulders. She was beautiful and all thoughts of leaving an irate, half-
naked Carly at home alone flew out of his head the moment she fixed her beautiful brown eyes
on him.
"Shush," she lifted a finger to her lips when he made an effort to speak. "I've almost got her
down," she explained softly. She turned away and he shut the door softly as she padded up the
stairs to Kristina's bedroom.
Sonny watched in quiet fascination from the doorway as Alexis slowly swayed and softly sang to
the precious little bundle in Greek. He had only ever heard her sing to their children as she put
them down to sleep and he never ceased to be amazed by the raw beauty of her voice.
Kristina cooed and gripped her mother's finger as her sable eyes, so like her father's, drifted shut,
and she fell asleep to the sound of her mother's voice.
Sonny pushed his weight off the doorway and headed towards them. He kissed his daughter
reverently on the forehead before Alexis gently lowered her amidst the soft pink and yellow
blankets of her cradle. She flipped on the baby-monitor and made to leave the room, but at the
sight of Sonny staring in awe at Kristina, she dallied a little longer.
Gently, she lay a warm hand on Sonny's arm.
"She's so beautiful," he said in awe.
Alexis smiled. "Yes, she is. Come, I need to tell you something." She sighed in resignation.
"You're not gonna like it."
Sonny's brow furrowed, but he followed her back downstairs after quietly closing the door behind
him.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked as he cleared the final stair and headed into the living room.
"No. I want you to stop stalling and tell me what the hell is goin' on."
Alexis sighed. "You're gonna kill me… after I tell you what's going on and especially after I tell
you what I did."
"Stop talking in riddles," he commanded.
"Ned Ashton!" she blurted.
"What about him?" Sonny's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"During the trial he had his lawyers file and transfer his ELQ stocks over to Kristina," she
explained hastily.
"He what?!" he exploded, his reaction a carbon copy of hers earlier that day.
"Keep your voice down," Alexis hissed, her eyes darting upstairs, praying that his angry outburst
hadn't woken Kristina up.
"How could you let this happen? This was your responsibility… I take care of her physical safety
and you look after all other accounts. That's the way it is!" he ranted unfairly.
"Don't you *dare* blame this on me, Sonny Corinthos! This is not my fault! It's not anybody's fault
but that little bastard, Ned's!"
"I know," admitted Sonny, exhaling harshly. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
"There's more," continued Alexis sheepishly.
Sonny's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?"
Alexis flushed. "I had a stupid Carly-esque moment when I decided to take matters into my own
hands…."
"What did you do?" Sonny bit off again.
"I was gonna fix it, Sonny," she babbled. "I was tired of this psycho-analytic bullshit, this cat and
mouse game and I was gonna go fix it."
"Alexis!"
"I went to see him in jail," she admitted in a rush, cringing, expecting another explosion of temper.
Sonny said nothing, surprising them both.
"I went to see him," she continued, collapsing on the couch, her head in her hands. "I thought it
would be so easy. I would go over there state my case, threaten him, destroy him if I had to,
anything to keep Kristina safe.
"All I did was end up feeling like a cornered animal. Trapped and useless. I knew he wasn't the
same man I used to love Sonny, but I don't think I truly understood until I saw him there.
"He was totally empty. A shell. In worse shape than he was a year ago. He has no soul, Sonny.
He is willing to do *anything* to get revenge against us. This is only the beginning, Sonny. I can
feel it. It's too easy for me to get rid of this petition. He's planning something. I *know* it."
Sonny sat next to Alexis and took her face in his hand. Holding her gaze, Sonny spoke. "I will
*die* before I let Ashton anywhere near Kristina again," he vowed fiercely.
Alexis's breath hitched as she watched Sonny close the distance between them and capture her
mouth with his. He kissed her slowly, deeply, thoroughly. It was sweet and achingly tender, a
token of his promise to always take care of her and their children.
Sonny drew back and gazed at Alexis, her eyes misty and slightly dilated. Kissing her forehead
gently, he stood up and collected his jacket. "File the petition tomorrow. I'll have Benny get
started on some dirt."
Alexis nodded shakily. She licked her lips, savoring his unique taste. "Yes, of course."
He nodded in satisfaction before turning to leave. "G'night, Lexie."
"Good night," she replied.
As the door clicked shut, she rose and slid the lock home. Leaning back she slid down to sit at
the floor. **Damn, you Corinthos!** she cursed him for the second time that day. A rueful smile
graced her face. **Another sleepless night**
TBC…
A/N: Do you like? R&R as always. Tell me what you think. I need some suggestions. I'm running
out of ideas here. Oh, the horror! I'll write more soon when I can but I'd really appreciate the help.
!Ciao!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 6
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Aren't I the nicest person to give you guys two chapters at once after you've been waiting for
me to update all weekend? I thought so, too. R&R as always, guys. On with the show…enjoy!
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Casa Corinthos (dinner time)
**Dinner time at home had never been this strained, even in darker times** thought Sonny, sadly.
His dark eyes roved over his family, seated together bound in tension that could be slit with a
knife.
Carly sat opposite him at the table, with Jason and Courtney opposite Elizabeth and the biggest
surprise of all, Ric.
Jason said nothing – no surprise there – but neither did Courtney, the second big surprise of the
night. Carly viewed the situation with an air of amusement. He should've known she'd get a kick
out seeing them squirm, he thought.
"Can you please pass the potatoes?" asked Courtney.
Elizabeth giggled. Ric looked to her and seemed to be barely holding in his laughter. Liz's eyes
sparkled above the napkin she'd hastily brought to her mouth to cover her impending laughter.
"What's so funny?" asked Carly.
"Nothing," quickly replied Ric. As Courtney's question had been directed to him, he handed his
sister the bowl of Au Gratin Potatoes.
Courtney flushed; obviously knowing their amusement had been directed towards her and
something she'd obviously said.
And so it continued, throughout the rest of dinner and the delicious chocolate-caramel pastry tart
Sonny'd made for dessert. Jason still said nothing, Courtney became resigned to pushing her
food around her plate, Ric and Elizabeth continued their silent communication, and Carly, well,
she looked as though things couldn't get any better.
"Who wants a nightcap?" asked Sonny, as he and Carly cleared the table.
Courtney shook her head. "Sorry. I've got the early shift tomorrow morning." Jason slid her coat
around her shoulders, and pulled her long blond hair from beneath the collar. An affectionate
gesture, obviously not new to them.
Liz looked away. The hurt at seeing them share such a moment of domesticated bliss evident in
her eyes. "I'm gonna walk Ric to his car," she announced. Before anyone could say anything, she
grabbed her uncle's hand and fled.
Courtney sighed sadly. "I'm sorry," she apologized to her brother, "we shouldn't have come."
Carly shook her head. "Why shouldn't you have come? Because it would offend Princess Lizzie?"
she inquired nastily.
"Carly…." Sonny warned.
"What? She needs to get it through her head that they are a couple and there's not a damn thing
she can do about it."
"Goodnight, Sonny," said Courtney, kissing her brother on his cheek. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Sonny said nothing as they finished clear the table and cleaned up, after everyone left. Liz still
hadn't come back and Carly had gone upstairs to check on Michael, who'd had an earlier dinner
at a friend's house and was bushed after a day at the community pool.
Turning off the lights in the kitchen, Sonny fixed himself a nightcap and kicking off his loafers, laid
back on the plush sofa. He was still worried about Alexis. She still hadn't called and Benny hadn't
located her either.
He was tired… no, exhausted. Between the coffee business, the 'business' and his soap-opera
style family, his patience was wearing thin. He took a sip of his Scotch, enjoying the delicious
slow burn of the alcohol as it slid down his throat, and rubbed the tiredness from his eyes.
Sonny turned his head to see Carly slowly padding downstairs. She had changed her outfit and
now she headed toward him clad in silky black negligee, a sexy grin on her face. She plucked his
drink from his hand and settled herself onto his lap, running her hands through his silky black
curls.
"Tired?" she asked softly, leaning to capture his lips with hers.
"Hmmm," he grunted.
"Not too tired, I hope," she replied saucily, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hmmm, I don't know…." He flashed his dimples.
The heat, as much as he'd hate to admit it, always rose quickly between the two of them. And
tonight was no exception. All thoughts of his exhaustion flew from his head as he cupped Carly
closer and allowed her to kiss him in abandon.
Bring!
The shrill ring of the phone over by his desk interrupted them.
"Ignore it," said Carly, kissing the smooth golden skin of his chest.
He was perfectly prepared to do so when **It might be Benny calling about Lexie or Alexis
herself** popped into his head. "Hold that thought," he commanded, gently extricating himself
from Carly's grip and padding over to the phone. He grinned at the figure she cut on the couch,
pouting like a child who'd had their favorite toy forcibly taken away from them.
"Corinthos," he spoke into the phone.
"Sonny?" the voice called.
"Yeah," he replied, turning his back to Carly, not wanting to show his relief upon hearing Alexis's
voice washing over him. "Where have you been? I get this cryptic message from Benny that
you're looking for me and you're gonna 'fix' it, and when I try to track you down, I can't find you. "
"I know. I'm sorry," she apologized, sighing deeply. "I need to talk to you."
"Damn straight! Tomorrow morning ---"
"No," cut in Alexis. "Tonight. I need to see you tonight."
Sonny sighed and turned to face Carly, lounging on the couch looking at him concerned. "Sure,
tonight," he agreed, watching as the fires of anger leapt into Carly's eyes. "I'll be right there."
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Yeah." He set the phone on the cradle and padded past Carly up the stairs.
"Where the hell are you going, now?" inquired Carly bounding up the stairs after him.
"Out," he replied sharply. "I've got some business to take care of," he continued, buttoning his
shirt.
"Let Benny handle it. That's what you pay him for," she pouted. "Besides, we were just getting
started."
Sonny said nothing, just extricated himself from him and strode past her.
"Sonny, don't you walk away from me! Get back up here! Sonny!"
Sonny didn't stop. He continued walking away and slammed the door just as she cleared the final
stair.
* * *
Alexis met him at the door and stole his breath away. Kristina lay half-asleep on her shoulder; she
wore faded jeans and a ratty sweatshirt. Her face was devoid of makeup and her hair was loose
and curling beyond her shoulders. She was beautiful and all thoughts of leaving an irate, half-
naked Carly at home alone flew out of his head the moment she fixed her beautiful brown eyes
on him.
"Shush," she lifted a finger to her lips when he made an effort to speak. "I've almost got her
down," she explained softly. She turned away and he shut the door softly as she padded up the
stairs to Kristina's bedroom.
Sonny watched in quiet fascination from the doorway as Alexis slowly swayed and softly sang to
the precious little bundle in Greek. He had only ever heard her sing to their children as she put
them down to sleep and he never ceased to be amazed by the raw beauty of her voice.
Kristina cooed and gripped her mother's finger as her sable eyes, so like her father's, drifted shut,
and she fell asleep to the sound of her mother's voice.
Sonny pushed his weight off the doorway and headed towards them. He kissed his daughter
reverently on the forehead before Alexis gently lowered her amidst the soft pink and yellow
blankets of her cradle. She flipped on the baby-monitor and made to leave the room, but at the
sight of Sonny staring in awe at Kristina, she dallied a little longer.
Gently, she lay a warm hand on Sonny's arm.
"She's so beautiful," he said in awe.
Alexis smiled. "Yes, she is. Come, I need to tell you something." She sighed in resignation.
"You're not gonna like it."
Sonny's brow furrowed, but he followed her back downstairs after quietly closing the door behind
him.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked as he cleared the final stair and headed into the living room.
"No. I want you to stop stalling and tell me what the hell is goin' on."
Alexis sighed. "You're gonna kill me… after I tell you what's going on and especially after I tell
you what I did."
"Stop talking in riddles," he commanded.
"Ned Ashton!" she blurted.
"What about him?" Sonny's eyes narrowed menacingly.
"During the trial he had his lawyers file and transfer his ELQ stocks over to Kristina," she
explained hastily.
"He what?!" he exploded, his reaction a carbon copy of hers earlier that day.
"Keep your voice down," Alexis hissed, her eyes darting upstairs, praying that his angry outburst
hadn't woken Kristina up.
"How could you let this happen? This was your responsibility… I take care of her physical safety
and you look after all other accounts. That's the way it is!" he ranted unfairly.
"Don't you *dare* blame this on me, Sonny Corinthos! This is not my fault! It's not anybody's fault
but that little bastard, Ned's!"
"I know," admitted Sonny, exhaling harshly. "I'm sorry," he apologized.
"There's more," continued Alexis sheepishly.
Sonny's eyes narrowed. "What did you do?"
Alexis flushed. "I had a stupid Carly-esque moment when I decided to take matters into my own
hands…."
"What did you do?" Sonny bit off again.
"I was gonna fix it, Sonny," she babbled. "I was tired of this psycho-analytic bullshit, this cat and
mouse game and I was gonna go fix it."
"Alexis!"
"I went to see him in jail," she admitted in a rush, cringing, expecting another explosion of temper.
Sonny said nothing, surprising them both.
"I went to see him," she continued, collapsing on the couch, her head in her hands. "I thought it
would be so easy. I would go over there state my case, threaten him, destroy him if I had to,
anything to keep Kristina safe.
"All I did was end up feeling like a cornered animal. Trapped and useless. I knew he wasn't the
same man I used to love Sonny, but I don't think I truly understood until I saw him there.
"He was totally empty. A shell. In worse shape than he was a year ago. He has no soul, Sonny.
He is willing to do *anything* to get revenge against us. This is only the beginning, Sonny. I can
feel it. It's too easy for me to get rid of this petition. He's planning something. I *know* it."
Sonny sat next to Alexis and took her face in his hand. Holding her gaze, Sonny spoke. "I will
*die* before I let Ashton anywhere near Kristina again," he vowed fiercely.
Alexis's breath hitched as she watched Sonny close the distance between them and capture her
mouth with his. He kissed her slowly, deeply, thoroughly. It was sweet and achingly tender, a
token of his promise to always take care of her and their children.
Sonny drew back and gazed at Alexis, her eyes misty and slightly dilated. Kissing her forehead
gently, he stood up and collected his jacket. "File the petition tomorrow. I'll have Benny get
started on some dirt."
Alexis nodded shakily. She licked her lips, savoring his unique taste. "Yes, of course."
He nodded in satisfaction before turning to leave. "G'night, Lexie."
"Good night," she replied.
As the door clicked shut, she rose and slid the lock home. Leaning back she slid down to sit at
the floor. **Damn, you Corinthos!** she cursed him for the second time that day. A rueful smile
graced her face. **Another sleepless night**
TBC…
A/N: Do you like? R&R as always. Tell me what you think. I need some suggestions. I'm running
out of ideas here. Oh, the horror! I'll write more soon when I can but I'd really appreciate the help.
!Ciao!