Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' – Chapter 18
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I'm playing truant and writing when I really should be studying, but I really want to keep the
momentum going with this story. So thank you for the comments from those who reviewed, I
really appreciated them. Enjoy!
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Elizabeth had agreed to meet her mother for an early dinner at the Grille, but she had had a
sudden bout of creativity and had lost track of time in her studio and now she was late. Liz
struggled to put on her coat fully and loop her cashmere scarf around her neck at the same time,
while bounding down the steps from her studio.
In her hurry to dress, she had not realized that the heavens had opened and now were
proceeding to dump buckets of rain on the parched environment. Thankfully, Francis the ever
prepared whisked an umbrella over her head before she could get too wet. Her smile of gratitude
lit her face. "I dunno where my head is at," Liz stated as he opened the door to the limo. Francis
nodded in silent understanding. He was used to it.
Alone in the plush interior of the limousine, Liz allowed her thoughts to wander. She'd not spoken
to her father since the argument and much to her surprise, he had not sought her out since then.
At the thought of what had happened that night, her heart squeezed painfully, and she sighed as
she thought of what she would say to her mother.
She was ready to leave yet again. She knew her mother would be disappointed, especially upon
her leaving when things were so strained with her father. But she had to go. She could not stay in
this city where everything reminded her so of Jason and the short time that they'd been together.
She needed to lose herself in the hustle and bustle and never-ending loudness of New York City,
where she could immerse herself in her art and the life that she'd begun to build for herself. Until
the intense need to see Jason had invaded yet again, that is.
Elizabeth sighed yet again and stared out the rain-splattered window at downtown Port Charles.
Yes, she needed to escape.
The limousine stopped outside the restaurant and Max, the driver, rolled down the partition.
"We're here, Miss Corinthos."
Liz nodded and waited for him to get out and assist her from the car. He walked her slowly to the
entrance of the hotel and allowed the doorman to open the door for her. The coat-clerk took her
and Francis's coats and the hostess showed her to her table while Francis took a seat at the bar
where he could watch over her while still allowing her privacy.
"Hey, Mom," said Elizabeth, planted a soft kiss on her mother's smooth cheek.
"Hey yourself. Take a seat. Have some wine," she signaled the waiter who leapt forward and
poured a glass of white wine.
Alexis surveyed her daughter as she took a sip of the excellent Zinfandel.
"So, what looks good?" asked Elizabeth, trying to break the awkward silence and peering into her
menu.
"Everything, as usual," Alexis replied.
"I was thinking I should have the tuna. What about you?"
"I'm not here to grill you about your life or try to coerce you into forgiving your father, so quit being
so uncomfortable."
Elizabeth flushed, sighed and set down her menu. "I'm sorry. But that's all you two have tried to
do since I came back so excuse me if I'm a little nervous."
"I just want to have a nice simple dinner with my daughter. Quite frankly, I'm tired of having to
walk around on eggshells with you Corinthos'."
Elizabeth giggled. "It's what you're paid to do."
Alexis laughed outright. "Your father doesn't pay me *nearly* enough to put up with the shit from
him that I do."
The dinner was a much more lively affair. They conversed easily about any and everything as
distantly related to the Corinthos clan as possible: Luke and his latest firing of Claude; Nikolas
just returning from Greece with Stefan; Lucky's latest magazine spread. But eventually, Elizabeth
decided to break the news to her mother.
As she picked at her apple tart, she announced softly: "I'm going back to New York."
Alexis lay her fork on her plate softly and stared at her daughter. She knew that she'd been
unhappy for the past two weeks but she'd never expected her to leave so soon after returning
home. The visits were getting shorter and shorter she surmised. "Why so soon?" she asked,
although she had a vague reason as to why.
"It's too hard," was all Liz had to say. "If I want to keep my sanity, I have to leave. I can't stand to
be here. There's nothing for me here anymore."
"Nothing?" asked Alexis incredulously. "You've got your *family*: me, Kristina, Stefan, Nikolas,
Ric… your father."
Liz shook her head. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Damnit, Liz, when is this gonna stop!" blurted Alexis.
Liz shared at her mother in complete astonishment. She'd never expected this type of reaction
from Alexis, who had supported her through everything so far.
Alexis sighed and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she apologized, finding her daughter's
eyes with her own. "It's just I need you here more than ever. *We* need you here more than
ever," she stressed.
"What do you mean, you need me?" asked Liz in confusion.
Sighing heavily, Alexis recounted all that had taken place in the past two weeks with regards to
her little sister. When she was finished she stared her daughter in the face, not allowing her to
break her gaze. "I don't want you to leave. At least not yet. Things might get ugly in the next
couple of weeks or even days and I need you to be here, close to us," she implored beseechingly.
"After this is over, then you can go back. But I'd feel much better if I knew for a fact that you were
safe and close by. This family *needs* to stick together, more so now than ever."
Elizabeth sighed and bowed her head. She knew she wouldn't leave, not when her little sister
could be in danger. "Ok," she conceded. "But after this is finished, I'm gone." Alexis nodded in
understanding.
On the way back to her studio Elizabeth watched the rain that continued to fall heavily to the
earth. **So much for escaping** she thought ruefully. A flash of lighting rent the sky and thunder
seemingly shook the ground and rattled the limo window. The weather matched her feelings
perfectly.
TBC…
A/N: R&R please, tell me what you thought.
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' – Chapter 18
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I'm playing truant and writing when I really should be studying, but I really want to keep the
momentum going with this story. So thank you for the comments from those who reviewed, I
really appreciated them. Enjoy!
* * *
Elizabeth had agreed to meet her mother for an early dinner at the Grille, but she had had a
sudden bout of creativity and had lost track of time in her studio and now she was late. Liz
struggled to put on her coat fully and loop her cashmere scarf around her neck at the same time,
while bounding down the steps from her studio.
In her hurry to dress, she had not realized that the heavens had opened and now were
proceeding to dump buckets of rain on the parched environment. Thankfully, Francis the ever
prepared whisked an umbrella over her head before she could get too wet. Her smile of gratitude
lit her face. "I dunno where my head is at," Liz stated as he opened the door to the limo. Francis
nodded in silent understanding. He was used to it.
Alone in the plush interior of the limousine, Liz allowed her thoughts to wander. She'd not spoken
to her father since the argument and much to her surprise, he had not sought her out since then.
At the thought of what had happened that night, her heart squeezed painfully, and she sighed as
she thought of what she would say to her mother.
She was ready to leave yet again. She knew her mother would be disappointed, especially upon
her leaving when things were so strained with her father. But she had to go. She could not stay in
this city where everything reminded her so of Jason and the short time that they'd been together.
She needed to lose herself in the hustle and bustle and never-ending loudness of New York City,
where she could immerse herself in her art and the life that she'd begun to build for herself. Until
the intense need to see Jason had invaded yet again, that is.
Elizabeth sighed yet again and stared out the rain-splattered window at downtown Port Charles.
Yes, she needed to escape.
The limousine stopped outside the restaurant and Max, the driver, rolled down the partition.
"We're here, Miss Corinthos."
Liz nodded and waited for him to get out and assist her from the car. He walked her slowly to the
entrance of the hotel and allowed the doorman to open the door for her. The coat-clerk took her
and Francis's coats and the hostess showed her to her table while Francis took a seat at the bar
where he could watch over her while still allowing her privacy.
"Hey, Mom," said Elizabeth, planted a soft kiss on her mother's smooth cheek.
"Hey yourself. Take a seat. Have some wine," she signaled the waiter who leapt forward and
poured a glass of white wine.
Alexis surveyed her daughter as she took a sip of the excellent Zinfandel.
"So, what looks good?" asked Elizabeth, trying to break the awkward silence and peering into her
menu.
"Everything, as usual," Alexis replied.
"I was thinking I should have the tuna. What about you?"
"I'm not here to grill you about your life or try to coerce you into forgiving your father, so quit being
so uncomfortable."
Elizabeth flushed, sighed and set down her menu. "I'm sorry. But that's all you two have tried to
do since I came back so excuse me if I'm a little nervous."
"I just want to have a nice simple dinner with my daughter. Quite frankly, I'm tired of having to
walk around on eggshells with you Corinthos'."
Elizabeth giggled. "It's what you're paid to do."
Alexis laughed outright. "Your father doesn't pay me *nearly* enough to put up with the shit from
him that I do."
The dinner was a much more lively affair. They conversed easily about any and everything as
distantly related to the Corinthos clan as possible: Luke and his latest firing of Claude; Nikolas
just returning from Greece with Stefan; Lucky's latest magazine spread. But eventually, Elizabeth
decided to break the news to her mother.
As she picked at her apple tart, she announced softly: "I'm going back to New York."
Alexis lay her fork on her plate softly and stared at her daughter. She knew that she'd been
unhappy for the past two weeks but she'd never expected her to leave so soon after returning
home. The visits were getting shorter and shorter she surmised. "Why so soon?" she asked,
although she had a vague reason as to why.
"It's too hard," was all Liz had to say. "If I want to keep my sanity, I have to leave. I can't stand to
be here. There's nothing for me here anymore."
"Nothing?" asked Alexis incredulously. "You've got your *family*: me, Kristina, Stefan, Nikolas,
Ric… your father."
Liz shook her head. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Damnit, Liz, when is this gonna stop!" blurted Alexis.
Liz shared at her mother in complete astonishment. She'd never expected this type of reaction
from Alexis, who had supported her through everything so far.
Alexis sighed and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she apologized, finding her daughter's
eyes with her own. "It's just I need you here more than ever. *We* need you here more than
ever," she stressed.
"What do you mean, you need me?" asked Liz in confusion.
Sighing heavily, Alexis recounted all that had taken place in the past two weeks with regards to
her little sister. When she was finished she stared her daughter in the face, not allowing her to
break her gaze. "I don't want you to leave. At least not yet. Things might get ugly in the next
couple of weeks or even days and I need you to be here, close to us," she implored beseechingly.
"After this is over, then you can go back. But I'd feel much better if I knew for a fact that you were
safe and close by. This family *needs* to stick together, more so now than ever."
Elizabeth sighed and bowed her head. She knew she wouldn't leave, not when her little sister
could be in danger. "Ok," she conceded. "But after this is finished, I'm gone." Alexis nodded in
understanding.
On the way back to her studio Elizabeth watched the rain that continued to fall heavily to the
earth. **So much for escaping** she thought ruefully. A flash of lighting rent the sky and thunder
seemingly shook the ground and rattled the limo window. The weather matched her feelings
perfectly.
TBC…
A/N: R&R please, tell me what you thought.