Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 12
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I didn't want to put this chapter with the last one; I wanted that to be a solo Alexis moment.
Also, as a side note to my reviewer, Meliy, your suggestion on numerous occasions to get Alexis
a new MAN have been taken into consideration in order to make the last few parts a little juicier.
This is not a promise however; I still haven't made up my mind yet. This fic seems to be settling in
for the long haul, because I have no idea how to end, so suggestions are welcome. On with the
show… Enjoy!
* * *
Casa Corinthos (10:45 p.m.)
Dinner had been a peaceful and, since Hurricane Carly was not present, a quiet affair. After
whipping up a delectable seafood marinara washed down by some exquisite Pinot Noir (ironically
enough the same brand and year Liz and Alexis had gotten drunk on two nights ago), father and
daughter had sat at the dinner table, softly conversing in Spanish.
Sonny had ensured to teach his elder daughter his mother's native tongue while she had been
growing up and Alexis had done the same, instructing her in the complexity of the Greek
language. He openly smiled as she told him of life in the Big Apple, her beautiful face as
animated and expressive as her mother's as she related to him her experiences in the city's many
galleries and of the many people she'd met. Anything, he shrewdly noted, but what he had most
wanted to speak to her about.
This love triangle… in which he was most caught in the middle.
Still he said nothing as he fixed a nightcap for himself and poured her another glass of wine
before settling himself next to her on the couch. She tucked her legs beneath the afghan as she
accepted the glass of wine from him. "You're awfully quiet," she noted. "Is something wrong?"
asked Elizabeth.
Sonny observed her once more. "Nothing's wrong with me… but as for you… well I can't be too
sure."
Liz squirmed under her father's watchful eye. "What do mean?"
"Are we back to side-stepping the issue, querida? You know what I'm talking about."
Liz sighed heavily and set her glass on the coffee table and wrapped the afghan closer about her.
So close in fact, that it seemed like a child, she would lift it over her head in order to hide from the
monster under her bed.
"I told you, I don't want to talk about it."
This monster could not be hidden from. "When will you talk about it, huh, Liz?" Sonny asked
softly. "'Cause at this rate, you won't *ever* talk about it."
"Maybe that's not so bad a thing," she muttered.
"Do you honestly believe that?"
Elizabeth's temper flared. "What do you want me to say, huh?!" she demanded. "I can't talk about
what I don't understand!"
Sonny's temper flared also. "What you don't understand!" he repeated incredulously. "You've had
two years to understand! All three of you! And still you insist of this… this…"
"This what?!" inquired Elizabeth. "This masochistic torture?!"
"You hit the nail right on the head! 'Cause that's the only thing I can call you when I think about
this situation with you and Jason and Courtney! A goddamn masochist!" Elizabeth's mouth fell
open at this – she obviously hadn't expected him to agree with her.
"I kept my mouth shut for two years – first because Carly asked me to, then when your mother
asked. I didn't say a word when you wanted to leave Port Charles although I knew the real reason
why! I didn't say anything because I knew that in order to keep this family at least hanging on by a
thread, I had to keep my mouth shut! But no more, you hear me, it is done!
"I didn't want you or Courtney any further entrenched in this life than you already were," he
continued, his temper cooling in the face of her watering blue eyes. "But you did… both because
of a man who's too dangerous for his own good… a man who would do anything, *anything* that I
asked him to.
"And it's my fault that you two aren't together, and it's my fault that he and Courtney *are* and
yes, I give you permission to hate me forever, but it's my fault that they *still* are , because the
selfish man I am, I chose between my thoughts of what would keep you safe and what wouldn't.
and the best way to do so was by pushing them back together and not objecting when you
wanted to leave even though I knew you were hurting inside." He paused as silent tears sluiced
down her pale cheeks. She had been rendered speechless, and so Sonny continued his
confessional.
"You don't think I don't understand why you show up at my door again after being gone for so
long? You think I don't understand? Well I do, corazon, I just choose not to say anything."
A sob escaped her throat and he felt like pond scum.
"He's like an itch," she whispered softly, her voice catching in her throat. "I know he's there and I
want to scratch it, but I just can't. So I just wait and watch while it spreads until I can't stand it any
more and I wind up back here. I do it because, try as I might, I still love him, and yes… I hate you
now." She admitted this so softly, her blue eyes so hard, so cold like the cobalt they so uncannily
resembled. Stiffly she detangled herself from the afghan, wiping the crystalline tears from her
face.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop 20 degrees. The tension was thick and stifling.
Neither Corinthos said anything. Elizabeth held his gaze, as unyielding as her, although tinged
with sadness and regret, before she wordlessly turned and left the penthouse.
Sonny sighed sadly. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut a little longer. The fragile
bindings that kept the family together slipped further and further away. He glanced at his watch:
11: 01. In the space of sixteen minutes he had ruined his relationship with his daughter – the one
constant reminder of all that was good in this world.
TBC…
A/N: R&R as always. Got another surprise for you.;)
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 12
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I didn't want to put this chapter with the last one; I wanted that to be a solo Alexis moment.
Also, as a side note to my reviewer, Meliy, your suggestion on numerous occasions to get Alexis
a new MAN have been taken into consideration in order to make the last few parts a little juicier.
This is not a promise however; I still haven't made up my mind yet. This fic seems to be settling in
for the long haul, because I have no idea how to end, so suggestions are welcome. On with the
show… Enjoy!
* * *
Casa Corinthos (10:45 p.m.)
Dinner had been a peaceful and, since Hurricane Carly was not present, a quiet affair. After
whipping up a delectable seafood marinara washed down by some exquisite Pinot Noir (ironically
enough the same brand and year Liz and Alexis had gotten drunk on two nights ago), father and
daughter had sat at the dinner table, softly conversing in Spanish.
Sonny had ensured to teach his elder daughter his mother's native tongue while she had been
growing up and Alexis had done the same, instructing her in the complexity of the Greek
language. He openly smiled as she told him of life in the Big Apple, her beautiful face as
animated and expressive as her mother's as she related to him her experiences in the city's many
galleries and of the many people she'd met. Anything, he shrewdly noted, but what he had most
wanted to speak to her about.
This love triangle… in which he was most caught in the middle.
Still he said nothing as he fixed a nightcap for himself and poured her another glass of wine
before settling himself next to her on the couch. She tucked her legs beneath the afghan as she
accepted the glass of wine from him. "You're awfully quiet," she noted. "Is something wrong?"
asked Elizabeth.
Sonny observed her once more. "Nothing's wrong with me… but as for you… well I can't be too
sure."
Liz squirmed under her father's watchful eye. "What do mean?"
"Are we back to side-stepping the issue, querida? You know what I'm talking about."
Liz sighed heavily and set her glass on the coffee table and wrapped the afghan closer about her.
So close in fact, that it seemed like a child, she would lift it over her head in order to hide from the
monster under her bed.
"I told you, I don't want to talk about it."
This monster could not be hidden from. "When will you talk about it, huh, Liz?" Sonny asked
softly. "'Cause at this rate, you won't *ever* talk about it."
"Maybe that's not so bad a thing," she muttered.
"Do you honestly believe that?"
Elizabeth's temper flared. "What do you want me to say, huh?!" she demanded. "I can't talk about
what I don't understand!"
Sonny's temper flared also. "What you don't understand!" he repeated incredulously. "You've had
two years to understand! All three of you! And still you insist of this… this…"
"This what?!" inquired Elizabeth. "This masochistic torture?!"
"You hit the nail right on the head! 'Cause that's the only thing I can call you when I think about
this situation with you and Jason and Courtney! A goddamn masochist!" Elizabeth's mouth fell
open at this – she obviously hadn't expected him to agree with her.
"I kept my mouth shut for two years – first because Carly asked me to, then when your mother
asked. I didn't say a word when you wanted to leave Port Charles although I knew the real reason
why! I didn't say anything because I knew that in order to keep this family at least hanging on by a
thread, I had to keep my mouth shut! But no more, you hear me, it is done!
"I didn't want you or Courtney any further entrenched in this life than you already were," he
continued, his temper cooling in the face of her watering blue eyes. "But you did… both because
of a man who's too dangerous for his own good… a man who would do anything, *anything* that I
asked him to.
"And it's my fault that you two aren't together, and it's my fault that he and Courtney *are* and
yes, I give you permission to hate me forever, but it's my fault that they *still* are , because the
selfish man I am, I chose between my thoughts of what would keep you safe and what wouldn't.
and the best way to do so was by pushing them back together and not objecting when you
wanted to leave even though I knew you were hurting inside." He paused as silent tears sluiced
down her pale cheeks. She had been rendered speechless, and so Sonny continued his
confessional.
"You don't think I don't understand why you show up at my door again after being gone for so
long? You think I don't understand? Well I do, corazon, I just choose not to say anything."
A sob escaped her throat and he felt like pond scum.
"He's like an itch," she whispered softly, her voice catching in her throat. "I know he's there and I
want to scratch it, but I just can't. So I just wait and watch while it spreads until I can't stand it any
more and I wind up back here. I do it because, try as I might, I still love him, and yes… I hate you
now." She admitted this so softly, her blue eyes so hard, so cold like the cobalt they so uncannily
resembled. Stiffly she detangled herself from the afghan, wiping the crystalline tears from her
face.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop 20 degrees. The tension was thick and stifling.
Neither Corinthos said anything. Elizabeth held his gaze, as unyielding as her, although tinged
with sadness and regret, before she wordlessly turned and left the penthouse.
Sonny sighed sadly. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut a little longer. The fragile
bindings that kept the family together slipped further and further away. He glanced at his watch:
11: 01. In the space of sixteen minutes he had ruined his relationship with his daughter – the one
constant reminder of all that was good in this world.
TBC…
A/N: R&R as always. Got another surprise for you.;)