Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 7
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Once again to my wonderful reviewers: Carebear9, Cucumber, Meliy, Micky, Nitarose2 and
Tigerlily, thank you very much for your comments. I must apologise first off, however, as I gave
credit to Nitarose2 for suggesting that Liz and Ric show up at the dinner when in fact the credit
should go to Micky. Sorry, hun, won't happen again. To Carebear9 and Tigerlily, two very evident
Sax fans, there will be very little Skye and Jax romance in this fanfic as I am planning to write
them their very own fic which will be a companion piece to LVdlC. In response to your challenge
Tigerlily... sure why not, but fair is fair... I'll be expecting to hear from you. Also, is it just me, or is
EVERYONE fed up with the way the ABC General Hospital writers are carrying on? I mean, we
all knew Liz could be a bitch but c'mon, even I wouldn't be that callously petty towards Blondie.
Rambling again, aren't I? Sorry, couldn't be helped. On with the show… Enjoy!
* * *
2:00 a.m.
Alexis read the time on the ornate antique clock which stood perched over her marble fireplace, in
which blazed a beautiful warm fire. Soft classical music – Mozart's Rondo Alla Turca from Piano
Sonata No.11 – tinkled merrily in the quiet house.
For the second night in a row, she had resigned herself to sleeplessness and now she was
perched at the bottom of her couch well on her way into a bottle of wonderfully potent Pinot Noir.
She was about to go into the kitchen to see if she could rustle up the take-out from the Grille that
had been sitting in her refrigerator for three days, when she heard the sharp metallic click of keys
in her door.
Alexis stood up and padded to the door. The deadbolt was on and Elizabeth, the only person with
a key to the house and who, other than her, would be up at this godforsaken hour, wouldn't be
able to get in.
Alexis opened the door with a smile and surveyed her elder daughter. However, her usually
brilliant blue eyes were dull and, she peered a little closer, red and puffy with tears.
"Wow," she said softly, stepping back and allowing the younger woman to step inside. "You look
like shit."
"Gee, Mom," Liz muttered sarcastically, as she collapsed onto the couch in front the fire. "Hello to
you, too."
Alexis smirked and joined her daughter on the couch. "I'm surprised to see you here. Weren't you
and Sonny supposed to have dinner, tonight? What happened?"
Elizabeth picked up her mother's wine glass and took a deep sip, her eyes closed in appreciation
of the excellent wine. "Carly happened," she spat in reply. "And Courtney and Jason and Ric and
I all around the same dinner table. The Bitch got a kick outta seeing us squirm."
Alexis's eyes widened in shock. "What? Practically the entire Corinthos family together at one
table and I didn't end up having to go to the hospital?" After such a rough day, she couldn't fight
to keep the element of amusement out of her voice.
Elizabeth glared at her mother. "It's not funny, you know," she said, taking another sip.
"I know," replied Alexis defensively. "I know," she chuckled.
"What about you," demanded Elizabeth. "It's," she glanced at her watch, "2:05 in the morning and
you're down here getting drunk."
"I am *not*!" shot back Alexis, taking a deep pull straight from the wine bottle, ensuing all
manners of etiquette.
Liz lifted an eyebrow.
"I can't sleep. I've got a lot of things on my mind."
"Like what? Or should I say… whom?" Liz pressed.
Alexis groaned. "Do I feel a lecture coming on?" she asked. " ' Cause the last time I checked, I
was the mother, and you were the child."
"I am *not* a child."
"Whatever," Alexis sighed. "For your information, this has nothing to do with your father."
That eyebrow lifted again. "Seriously," Alexis said unconvincingly. "Besides, don't try to swing this
conversation over to me. I asked you what you were doing here."
"And I answered."
"No, you didn't. You said you'd been at the dinner from hell, you never said how you got from
Harborview to here."
"By cab," she replied saucily.
"Don't get fresh. *What* happened?"
Liz sighed. "I couldn't stand it anymore, Mom. I mean it was bad enough to have to sit through
that excruciating dinner with the lovebirds, but I didn't want to stay and watch their little domestic
coat-donning ritual."
Alexis lifted her eyebrows in confusion. "What?"
Elizabeth shook in her head. "Nothing, never mind," she said, downing the remainder of the
glass's contents. "The point is I left before I could hurl my potatoes on Dad's hardwood floors. I
went to my studio to paint, but everything looked so morbidly pathetic, Ric popped two Valium
before going to bed so he's out like a light and *that* is how I ended back here trying to get drunk
with my mother."
"We're *not* getting drunk!" protested Alexis again.
Liz snatched the bottle from her mother's hand and poured herself another glass. "Whatever you
say, Mom," she raised her glass in mock salute.
"Fuck it," Alexis muttered. She raised the bottle to her lips. "Bottom's up!"
TBC…
A/N: You like? R&R as always. Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm uploading this and Chapter 8
together, so don't despair. I think I'm gonna have to issue you guys with an ultimatum. Less than
five reviews and I'm not updating. You will have to beat me with studded sticks to get my attention
or be a dear, and just click that little purple button in the left corner. Please… I'm stopping just
short of begging:).
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 7
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Once again to my wonderful reviewers: Carebear9, Cucumber, Meliy, Micky, Nitarose2 and
Tigerlily, thank you very much for your comments. I must apologise first off, however, as I gave
credit to Nitarose2 for suggesting that Liz and Ric show up at the dinner when in fact the credit
should go to Micky. Sorry, hun, won't happen again. To Carebear9 and Tigerlily, two very evident
Sax fans, there will be very little Skye and Jax romance in this fanfic as I am planning to write
them their very own fic which will be a companion piece to LVdlC. In response to your challenge
Tigerlily... sure why not, but fair is fair... I'll be expecting to hear from you. Also, is it just me, or is
EVERYONE fed up with the way the ABC General Hospital writers are carrying on? I mean, we
all knew Liz could be a bitch but c'mon, even I wouldn't be that callously petty towards Blondie.
Rambling again, aren't I? Sorry, couldn't be helped. On with the show… Enjoy!
* * *
2:00 a.m.
Alexis read the time on the ornate antique clock which stood perched over her marble fireplace, in
which blazed a beautiful warm fire. Soft classical music – Mozart's Rondo Alla Turca from Piano
Sonata No.11 – tinkled merrily in the quiet house.
For the second night in a row, she had resigned herself to sleeplessness and now she was
perched at the bottom of her couch well on her way into a bottle of wonderfully potent Pinot Noir.
She was about to go into the kitchen to see if she could rustle up the take-out from the Grille that
had been sitting in her refrigerator for three days, when she heard the sharp metallic click of keys
in her door.
Alexis stood up and padded to the door. The deadbolt was on and Elizabeth, the only person with
a key to the house and who, other than her, would be up at this godforsaken hour, wouldn't be
able to get in.
Alexis opened the door with a smile and surveyed her elder daughter. However, her usually
brilliant blue eyes were dull and, she peered a little closer, red and puffy with tears.
"Wow," she said softly, stepping back and allowing the younger woman to step inside. "You look
like shit."
"Gee, Mom," Liz muttered sarcastically, as she collapsed onto the couch in front the fire. "Hello to
you, too."
Alexis smirked and joined her daughter on the couch. "I'm surprised to see you here. Weren't you
and Sonny supposed to have dinner, tonight? What happened?"
Elizabeth picked up her mother's wine glass and took a deep sip, her eyes closed in appreciation
of the excellent wine. "Carly happened," she spat in reply. "And Courtney and Jason and Ric and
I all around the same dinner table. The Bitch got a kick outta seeing us squirm."
Alexis's eyes widened in shock. "What? Practically the entire Corinthos family together at one
table and I didn't end up having to go to the hospital?" After such a rough day, she couldn't fight
to keep the element of amusement out of her voice.
Elizabeth glared at her mother. "It's not funny, you know," she said, taking another sip.
"I know," replied Alexis defensively. "I know," she chuckled.
"What about you," demanded Elizabeth. "It's," she glanced at her watch, "2:05 in the morning and
you're down here getting drunk."
"I am *not*!" shot back Alexis, taking a deep pull straight from the wine bottle, ensuing all
manners of etiquette.
Liz lifted an eyebrow.
"I can't sleep. I've got a lot of things on my mind."
"Like what? Or should I say… whom?" Liz pressed.
Alexis groaned. "Do I feel a lecture coming on?" she asked. " ' Cause the last time I checked, I
was the mother, and you were the child."
"I am *not* a child."
"Whatever," Alexis sighed. "For your information, this has nothing to do with your father."
That eyebrow lifted again. "Seriously," Alexis said unconvincingly. "Besides, don't try to swing this
conversation over to me. I asked you what you were doing here."
"And I answered."
"No, you didn't. You said you'd been at the dinner from hell, you never said how you got from
Harborview to here."
"By cab," she replied saucily.
"Don't get fresh. *What* happened?"
Liz sighed. "I couldn't stand it anymore, Mom. I mean it was bad enough to have to sit through
that excruciating dinner with the lovebirds, but I didn't want to stay and watch their little domestic
coat-donning ritual."
Alexis lifted her eyebrows in confusion. "What?"
Elizabeth shook in her head. "Nothing, never mind," she said, downing the remainder of the
glass's contents. "The point is I left before I could hurl my potatoes on Dad's hardwood floors. I
went to my studio to paint, but everything looked so morbidly pathetic, Ric popped two Valium
before going to bed so he's out like a light and *that* is how I ended back here trying to get drunk
with my mother."
"We're *not* getting drunk!" protested Alexis again.
Liz snatched the bottle from her mother's hand and poured herself another glass. "Whatever you
say, Mom," she raised her glass in mock salute.
"Fuck it," Alexis muttered. She raised the bottle to her lips. "Bottom's up!"
TBC…
A/N: You like? R&R as always. Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm uploading this and Chapter 8
together, so don't despair. I think I'm gonna have to issue you guys with an ultimatum. Less than
five reviews and I'm not updating. You will have to beat me with studded sticks to get my attention
or be a dear, and just click that little purple button in the left corner. Please… I'm stopping just
short of begging:).