Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 10
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Wow, if I'd known issuing an ultimatum would have caused you guys to click that little purple
button like your lives depended on it, I would've done it sooner! But anyways, thanks a lot, to
those who actually did, like my first time reviewers, Barbara, Mackenzie, T, Teatempest and
Sasami, as well as to the loyalists, Carebear9, Meliy, Micky and Nitarose2, you guys are the best.
A note aside to Sasami, in case you haven't noticed, I am a diehard Sexis fan. Ned's OK but he's
so boring and in this story, he's definitely not cuddly. I don't hate him; I just thought his situation
would give the story a nice twist. Moving on smartly, tell me, do we need to kill those GH writers
or what?? I don't get them—they're totally ruining the show! Anyways, enough ranting for now, on
with the show! Enjoy!
* * *
Peytonville Penitentiary (that same day)
***
The lanky non-descript man sat across from Ned Ashton, separated by the thick Perspex divider.
"Has she filed her motion yet?" asked Ned, speaking into the phone.
The man nodded. "Yes, Mr. Ashton. Just as you said she would."
Ned nodded his head in satisfaction. "Good. To which judge?"
"Kincaid."
Ned smiled in satisfaction, his hard brown eyes cold as polished marble. "Everything is going
according to plan?"
The man nodded, but his eyes shifted a little. "There might be a bit of a problem, sir."
Ned sat forward, his eyes shooting daggers into the man across from him. "What are you talking
about?" he hissed.
"Well, it has been brought to my attention that Mr. Corinthos is making inquiries into recent ELQ
activity."
Ned sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course he would you idiot. Even if he said he
would, he would never allow Alexis to do this on her own. She is a diplomat… he is a thug. He will
try to fight this in the only way he knows how."
The man's eyes widened. "And in what way would that be, sir?"
Ned smirked. "With violence, of course."
"Do you truly believe that he will retaliate with violence?" the man asked, slight desperation
evident in his voice.
Ned smirked. "I've thrown down the gauntlet. What do you think?"
The man said nothing.
"You can back out *now* of course, Neilson," said Ned silkily.
Neilson was not duped by the apparent concern in Ned's voice. He knew behind the silky words
lay an imminent threat. Ned Ashton had gained a reputation as a ruthless man. If denied, the
repercussions would not be pretty.
"No, of course not, Mr. Ashton."
"Thought so," all concern gone from his voice. "She's set the ball rolling," he observed. "Have you
spoken with my grandfather as yet?"
Neilson nodded. "Yes sir, he said everything at the office is in place. His people will start filtering
information to Mr. Jacks as soon as you give the word."
Ned nodded once more in satisfaction. "Good. Tell him go ahead. My patience is wearing thin. I
want this over with as soon as possible."
"Yes of course, sir." Neilson prepared to make a hasty departure. But before he could move to
pick up his coat and briefcase, Ned's voice stopped him.
"Not so fast," he commanded.
Neilson's eyes swung to Ned's. "Do you require anything else, sir?"
"Yes, I do. Have your people get in contact with a Mr. Joseph Taggliati." His smirk increased
tenfold as Neilson's face paled. "He and I have some business to conduct."
* * *
Sonny sat behind his big oak desk, his mind on anything but the scattered papers detailing his
employee workload. At the sound of the knock on his office door, his head snapped up. He had
specifically asked Denise, his secretary, not to be disturbed. He was preparing to castigate
whoever had dared to disobey his order, when the knob turned and a merry pair of cobalt blue
eyes peeked around the corner.
A genuine smile lifted his lips. "Come in, querida," said Sonny.
Elizabeth stepped fully into the room and shut the door. "Hola, Papa." She kissed him softly on
the cheek.
He took her coat and hung it up. "Hola, corazon," he replied. He was smiling now, her presence
like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise dismal day.
"Que pasa? You look tired. Are you busy? Denise said you didn't want to be disturbed."
Sonny shook his head. "I'm always tired, querida, you know that. Besides I'm never to busy to talk
to you."
Liz smiled softly. "I know, but I can always talk to you later."
"No." Sonny sat on his desk, all ears. "What's wrong?"
Liz flushed. "Why do you assume that something's wrong?"
Sonny lifted an eyebrow. "Well, for one, I haven't spoken to you in two days after you bolted after
dinner. Two, I *know* you."
Elizabeth sighed in defeat. "True and I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about *that*. But," she
smiled, "that's besides the point. I came to see if you wanted to have dinner with me."
Sonny smiled. "I would if I could, but I have a business meeting with a few of my associates."
Elizabeth's smile fell and she lifted an eyebrow at the mention of her father's 'associates'. "Oh,
ok," she said, disappointment evident in her voice. She rose to go, and collect her coat. "I'll see
you later, then."
"How about a rain-check? Like tonight?" he asked invitingly. "I can whip up some seafood
marinara later on."
"That would be nice, *if* I relished the thought of sitting across from Carly at the dinner table more
than once a week."
Sonny ignored the barb in his daughter's voice. "Carly's gonna be busy with the club and the
launching of the club-mix CD tonight," he replied.
The smile returned to Elizabeth's face. "Well, claro, Papa. I'll see you tonight then."
Sonny returned the smile, his dimples in full force. "Muy bien. I should be home around ten or so.
Oh, and Elizabeth…"
She paused at the door.
"I haven't said anything for a while. But we *will* have that talk tonight."
TBC…
A/N: R&R as always, guys. Tell me what you think. Also, if any of you would like to be informed of
when I've updated, please leave your email address and I will do so. Thank you once again for
bearing with me so far, and as I've said before, any suggestions are welcome. !Ciao!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 10
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Wow, if I'd known issuing an ultimatum would have caused you guys to click that little purple
button like your lives depended on it, I would've done it sooner! But anyways, thanks a lot, to
those who actually did, like my first time reviewers, Barbara, Mackenzie, T, Teatempest and
Sasami, as well as to the loyalists, Carebear9, Meliy, Micky and Nitarose2, you guys are the best.
A note aside to Sasami, in case you haven't noticed, I am a diehard Sexis fan. Ned's OK but he's
so boring and in this story, he's definitely not cuddly. I don't hate him; I just thought his situation
would give the story a nice twist. Moving on smartly, tell me, do we need to kill those GH writers
or what?? I don't get them—they're totally ruining the show! Anyways, enough ranting for now, on
with the show! Enjoy!
* * *
Peytonville Penitentiary (that same day)
***
The lanky non-descript man sat across from Ned Ashton, separated by the thick Perspex divider.
"Has she filed her motion yet?" asked Ned, speaking into the phone.
The man nodded. "Yes, Mr. Ashton. Just as you said she would."
Ned nodded his head in satisfaction. "Good. To which judge?"
"Kincaid."
Ned smiled in satisfaction, his hard brown eyes cold as polished marble. "Everything is going
according to plan?"
The man nodded, but his eyes shifted a little. "There might be a bit of a problem, sir."
Ned sat forward, his eyes shooting daggers into the man across from him. "What are you talking
about?" he hissed.
"Well, it has been brought to my attention that Mr. Corinthos is making inquiries into recent ELQ
activity."
Ned sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course he would you idiot. Even if he said he
would, he would never allow Alexis to do this on her own. She is a diplomat… he is a thug. He will
try to fight this in the only way he knows how."
The man's eyes widened. "And in what way would that be, sir?"
Ned smirked. "With violence, of course."
"Do you truly believe that he will retaliate with violence?" the man asked, slight desperation
evident in his voice.
Ned smirked. "I've thrown down the gauntlet. What do you think?"
The man said nothing.
"You can back out *now* of course, Neilson," said Ned silkily.
Neilson was not duped by the apparent concern in Ned's voice. He knew behind the silky words
lay an imminent threat. Ned Ashton had gained a reputation as a ruthless man. If denied, the
repercussions would not be pretty.
"No, of course not, Mr. Ashton."
"Thought so," all concern gone from his voice. "She's set the ball rolling," he observed. "Have you
spoken with my grandfather as yet?"
Neilson nodded. "Yes sir, he said everything at the office is in place. His people will start filtering
information to Mr. Jacks as soon as you give the word."
Ned nodded once more in satisfaction. "Good. Tell him go ahead. My patience is wearing thin. I
want this over with as soon as possible."
"Yes of course, sir." Neilson prepared to make a hasty departure. But before he could move to
pick up his coat and briefcase, Ned's voice stopped him.
"Not so fast," he commanded.
Neilson's eyes swung to Ned's. "Do you require anything else, sir?"
"Yes, I do. Have your people get in contact with a Mr. Joseph Taggliati." His smirk increased
tenfold as Neilson's face paled. "He and I have some business to conduct."
* * *
Sonny sat behind his big oak desk, his mind on anything but the scattered papers detailing his
employee workload. At the sound of the knock on his office door, his head snapped up. He had
specifically asked Denise, his secretary, not to be disturbed. He was preparing to castigate
whoever had dared to disobey his order, when the knob turned and a merry pair of cobalt blue
eyes peeked around the corner.
A genuine smile lifted his lips. "Come in, querida," said Sonny.
Elizabeth stepped fully into the room and shut the door. "Hola, Papa." She kissed him softly on
the cheek.
He took her coat and hung it up. "Hola, corazon," he replied. He was smiling now, her presence
like a ray of sunshine on an otherwise dismal day.
"Que pasa? You look tired. Are you busy? Denise said you didn't want to be disturbed."
Sonny shook his head. "I'm always tired, querida, you know that. Besides I'm never to busy to talk
to you."
Liz smiled softly. "I know, but I can always talk to you later."
"No." Sonny sat on his desk, all ears. "What's wrong?"
Liz flushed. "Why do you assume that something's wrong?"
Sonny lifted an eyebrow. "Well, for one, I haven't spoken to you in two days after you bolted after
dinner. Two, I *know* you."
Elizabeth sighed in defeat. "True and I'm sorry, but I don't want to talk about *that*. But," she
smiled, "that's besides the point. I came to see if you wanted to have dinner with me."
Sonny smiled. "I would if I could, but I have a business meeting with a few of my associates."
Elizabeth's smile fell and she lifted an eyebrow at the mention of her father's 'associates'. "Oh,
ok," she said, disappointment evident in her voice. She rose to go, and collect her coat. "I'll see
you later, then."
"How about a rain-check? Like tonight?" he asked invitingly. "I can whip up some seafood
marinara later on."
"That would be nice, *if* I relished the thought of sitting across from Carly at the dinner table more
than once a week."
Sonny ignored the barb in his daughter's voice. "Carly's gonna be busy with the club and the
launching of the club-mix CD tonight," he replied.
The smile returned to Elizabeth's face. "Well, claro, Papa. I'll see you tonight then."
Sonny returned the smile, his dimples in full force. "Muy bien. I should be home around ten or so.
Oh, and Elizabeth…"
She paused at the door.
"I haven't said anything for a while. But we *will* have that talk tonight."
TBC…
A/N: R&R as always, guys. Tell me what you think. Also, if any of you would like to be informed of
when I've updated, please leave your email address and I will do so. Thank you once again for
bearing with me so far, and as I've said before, any suggestions are welcome. !Ciao!