Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' – Chapter 21
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: WOW! Your feedback is probably gonna make me fail my exams, y'all. I was planning to
study, but after seeing the reviews, I just *had* to update! I promise to warn you when the
updates will start to get slow, so don't worry. Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
ELQ Headquarters (12:00 a.m. next night)
Skye Chandler-Quartermaine-Jacks sat burning the midnight oil in the interim office her slime-ball
Grandfather had so "graciously" provided for her. Since returning to PC, she had spent most of
her time in this office working hard, still with a subconscious necessity to please the old man,
snake that he was. It had kept her busy, and the twice-weekly AA meetings had kept her on the
straight and narrow, and also kept her mind off a certain drop-dead gorgeous blonde Aussie.
**Jax**. She'd steered clear of him and avoided him at all costs. Physically at least – her mind
was constantly plagued with memories of their short time together. It was blissful… while it had
lasted. But it always ended, as was the norm – she ended up being hurt. Now, she had a new
love – her work – and though at odd times her body may ache for him, her heart had slowly but
surely mended.
She was in a good place, a safe, solid space. She was secure, financially at least, spending her
days padding the coffers of the Quartermaine family. A task in which she made sure to dot every
'i' and cross every 't'. Something that she would not fail to do in this case.
She'd come across the document by accident as she'd searched the software for some ledger
files in her Grandfather's office late one night such as this. It had been sent from Neilson &
Connelly, the suck-up prisses otherwise known as the Quartermaine criminal lawyers. Since only
one member of the Quartermaine family was currently incarcerated, she knew that it had to in
some way involve Ned. Always curious, Skye had opened the document, and had been baffled by
what she'd seen.
Neilson & Connelly Attorneys-at-Law
To: Edward Quartermaine
Subject: Project Q-Heir
The meeting with Mr. Taggliatti has been set up. The warden has allowed a time frame of one
hour. A fee for his discretion has been agreed upon - $5000. Your approval of the partnership
with Mr. Taggliatti is greatly appreciated. Project Q-Heir will begin ASAP.
Conrad Neilson
Skye had been intrigued to say the least. **Project Q-Heir? What the hell does that mean?** more
importantly, why the hell would someone like Edward Quartermaine be associated with Joseph
Taggliatti, a well-known member of the PC mob?
That had been three days ago and Skye had become even more curious when she'd overheard a
one-sided conversation between Edward and Conrad Neilson earlier in the afternoon.
Flashback:
"Did the meeting go well?" asked Edward.
Skye had been frustrated that she couldn't hear the other part of the conversation, but whatever
Neilson had said delighted the old man.
"Good, good!" laughed Edward. "That's my boy! At this rate it'll all be over within the next few
days!"
Present:
Skye was as stumped now as she'd been earlier that afternoon. But she couldn't shake that
feeling of impending disaster from seeping beneath her skin. Her mind had been churning out
scenarios and possible meanings for the cryptic messages and conversations, and none were
pleasant.
With all that had happened to broadside the Quartermaine family within the last year, she knew
nothing had hurt as much as losing yet another Quartermaine child to the likes of Sonny
Corinthos. Baby Kristina, who was no longer Kristina Ashton, future Quartermaine heiress, but
instead Kristina Corinthos younger daughter of the local Godfather.
She'd always felt sorry for the precious little bundle that, like her stepbrother, had been caught
up in a bitter custody battle between the two powerful families. But unlike Michael, she had been
Sonny's biological child and therefore, with Alexis declared mentally fit, and Ned being carted off
to prison, she'd been delivered into the custody of her real parents. Luckily, she wouldn't have to
grow up in the stiff suffocating Quartermaine household – not that living with a murderous thug
and a mentally unstable mother was any better.
With his constant quest for an heir – Ned, A.J., Skye, Michael – constantly failing, she wouldn't
put it past Grandfather to pull some hair-brained scheme, and with the man Ned had become,
she wouldn't put it pass him to be a partner.
But that still didn't explain Taggliatti's part. The mere thought of the gangster's name made
Skye's blood run cold. It could only mean one thing. A strike, against Sonny Corinthos. It made
perfect sense, they both had something to gain – Sonny's territory and … Kristina!
Skye's eyes widened as her mind churned its wheels. That's the only thing it could mean! She
had to do something! But who to trust? Sonny hated her, and would probably laugh in her face
before tossing her out. Skye grabbed her purse and coat. There was only one person she could
go to.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The Cottage (12:30 a.m.)
The insistent pounding on the front door jolted Jax from a fitful one hour sleep. He had been
pecking away at his laptop computer trying to piece together information for the ELQ General
Meeting that had been delayed for the second time since Ned's request was denied. He'd found
nothing conclusive by 11:30 and had fallen asleep after promising to rest his eyes for only a
moment. He was none too pleased to be woken up now and he yanked open the door, grouchy
as a bear with a thorn in its paw.
He was momentarily stunned as he recognized his visitor. "Skye?" he asked, rubbing his eyes to
ensure it wasn't a dream.
"Jax," she replied, shivering in the cold.
"What are you doing here? Come in from the cold," he said in one fluid motion.
Skye breezed past him into the house they'd shared so long ago. "I need to talk to you," she said
softly. "I didn't know where else to go. Who else to turn to. I'm so worried, Jax."
Her voice seemed so small, and she seemed unsure of herself. She reminded him of the Skye he
had come to know and fall in love with so long ago. "Slow down. What are you talking about?"
Skye sighed. "I'm probably just being paranoid, and I shouldn't even be here, but I didn't know
who to turn to."
"Stop speaking in riddles, Skye," Jax commanded. "Tell me what is going on."
Skye took a deep breath before revealing what she had discovered over the past few days, and
the conclusion she'd come to. She flushed, "You probably think I'm just being paranoid and
thinking the worst of Grandfather as usual," she said softly. She gasped as she looked into Jax's
ashen face. "What's wrong?"
"You have no idea how close to the truth you could be, Skye," replied Jax softly.
Skye's eyes widened. "What the hell is going on?"
"You mean to tell me you don't know? Of course you don't know, you're Skye." Jax sighed. As
quickly as possible, while throwing on a decent coat, Jax told her what had transpired in the last
couple weeks.
"I thought they would have kept it purely business like when they started devaluing Corinthos
stock in ELQ, but now, they've gone too far. Bringing in Taggliatti can only mean one thing – they
intend to strike at Sonny's organization as well." Jax opened the cottage door, dragging Skye with
him.
"Wait!" she protested. "Where are you going?"
"To Sonny's!" he replied, " and you're coming with me!"
TBC…
A/N: R&R as usual, folks. Tell me what you thought. Thank you for all your wonderful comments.
As you probably can tell, the end is just around the river bend! LOL. I will try to update soon.
Tomorrow if you're lucky, ciao!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' – Chapter 21
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: WOW! Your feedback is probably gonna make me fail my exams, y'all. I was planning to
study, but after seeing the reviews, I just *had* to update! I promise to warn you when the
updates will start to get slow, so don't worry. Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
ELQ Headquarters (12:00 a.m. next night)
Skye Chandler-Quartermaine-Jacks sat burning the midnight oil in the interim office her slime-ball
Grandfather had so "graciously" provided for her. Since returning to PC, she had spent most of
her time in this office working hard, still with a subconscious necessity to please the old man,
snake that he was. It had kept her busy, and the twice-weekly AA meetings had kept her on the
straight and narrow, and also kept her mind off a certain drop-dead gorgeous blonde Aussie.
**Jax**. She'd steered clear of him and avoided him at all costs. Physically at least – her mind
was constantly plagued with memories of their short time together. It was blissful… while it had
lasted. But it always ended, as was the norm – she ended up being hurt. Now, she had a new
love – her work – and though at odd times her body may ache for him, her heart had slowly but
surely mended.
She was in a good place, a safe, solid space. She was secure, financially at least, spending her
days padding the coffers of the Quartermaine family. A task in which she made sure to dot every
'i' and cross every 't'. Something that she would not fail to do in this case.
She'd come across the document by accident as she'd searched the software for some ledger
files in her Grandfather's office late one night such as this. It had been sent from Neilson &
Connelly, the suck-up prisses otherwise known as the Quartermaine criminal lawyers. Since only
one member of the Quartermaine family was currently incarcerated, she knew that it had to in
some way involve Ned. Always curious, Skye had opened the document, and had been baffled by
what she'd seen.
Neilson & Connelly Attorneys-at-Law
To: Edward Quartermaine
Subject: Project Q-Heir
The meeting with Mr. Taggliatti has been set up. The warden has allowed a time frame of one
hour. A fee for his discretion has been agreed upon - $5000. Your approval of the partnership
with Mr. Taggliatti is greatly appreciated. Project Q-Heir will begin ASAP.
Conrad Neilson
Skye had been intrigued to say the least. **Project Q-Heir? What the hell does that mean?** more
importantly, why the hell would someone like Edward Quartermaine be associated with Joseph
Taggliatti, a well-known member of the PC mob?
That had been three days ago and Skye had become even more curious when she'd overheard a
one-sided conversation between Edward and Conrad Neilson earlier in the afternoon.
Flashback:
"Did the meeting go well?" asked Edward.
Skye had been frustrated that she couldn't hear the other part of the conversation, but whatever
Neilson had said delighted the old man.
"Good, good!" laughed Edward. "That's my boy! At this rate it'll all be over within the next few
days!"
Present:
Skye was as stumped now as she'd been earlier that afternoon. But she couldn't shake that
feeling of impending disaster from seeping beneath her skin. Her mind had been churning out
scenarios and possible meanings for the cryptic messages and conversations, and none were
pleasant.
With all that had happened to broadside the Quartermaine family within the last year, she knew
nothing had hurt as much as losing yet another Quartermaine child to the likes of Sonny
Corinthos. Baby Kristina, who was no longer Kristina Ashton, future Quartermaine heiress, but
instead Kristina Corinthos younger daughter of the local Godfather.
She'd always felt sorry for the precious little bundle that, like her stepbrother, had been caught
up in a bitter custody battle between the two powerful families. But unlike Michael, she had been
Sonny's biological child and therefore, with Alexis declared mentally fit, and Ned being carted off
to prison, she'd been delivered into the custody of her real parents. Luckily, she wouldn't have to
grow up in the stiff suffocating Quartermaine household – not that living with a murderous thug
and a mentally unstable mother was any better.
With his constant quest for an heir – Ned, A.J., Skye, Michael – constantly failing, she wouldn't
put it past Grandfather to pull some hair-brained scheme, and with the man Ned had become,
she wouldn't put it pass him to be a partner.
But that still didn't explain Taggliatti's part. The mere thought of the gangster's name made
Skye's blood run cold. It could only mean one thing. A strike, against Sonny Corinthos. It made
perfect sense, they both had something to gain – Sonny's territory and … Kristina!
Skye's eyes widened as her mind churned its wheels. That's the only thing it could mean! She
had to do something! But who to trust? Sonny hated her, and would probably laugh in her face
before tossing her out. Skye grabbed her purse and coat. There was only one person she could
go to.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The Cottage (12:30 a.m.)
The insistent pounding on the front door jolted Jax from a fitful one hour sleep. He had been
pecking away at his laptop computer trying to piece together information for the ELQ General
Meeting that had been delayed for the second time since Ned's request was denied. He'd found
nothing conclusive by 11:30 and had fallen asleep after promising to rest his eyes for only a
moment. He was none too pleased to be woken up now and he yanked open the door, grouchy
as a bear with a thorn in its paw.
He was momentarily stunned as he recognized his visitor. "Skye?" he asked, rubbing his eyes to
ensure it wasn't a dream.
"Jax," she replied, shivering in the cold.
"What are you doing here? Come in from the cold," he said in one fluid motion.
Skye breezed past him into the house they'd shared so long ago. "I need to talk to you," she said
softly. "I didn't know where else to go. Who else to turn to. I'm so worried, Jax."
Her voice seemed so small, and she seemed unsure of herself. She reminded him of the Skye he
had come to know and fall in love with so long ago. "Slow down. What are you talking about?"
Skye sighed. "I'm probably just being paranoid, and I shouldn't even be here, but I didn't know
who to turn to."
"Stop speaking in riddles, Skye," Jax commanded. "Tell me what is going on."
Skye took a deep breath before revealing what she had discovered over the past few days, and
the conclusion she'd come to. She flushed, "You probably think I'm just being paranoid and
thinking the worst of Grandfather as usual," she said softly. She gasped as she looked into Jax's
ashen face. "What's wrong?"
"You have no idea how close to the truth you could be, Skye," replied Jax softly.
Skye's eyes widened. "What the hell is going on?"
"You mean to tell me you don't know? Of course you don't know, you're Skye." Jax sighed. As
quickly as possible, while throwing on a decent coat, Jax told her what had transpired in the last
couple weeks.
"I thought they would have kept it purely business like when they started devaluing Corinthos
stock in ELQ, but now, they've gone too far. Bringing in Taggliatti can only mean one thing – they
intend to strike at Sonny's organization as well." Jax opened the cottage door, dragging Skye with
him.
"Wait!" she protested. "Where are you going?"
"To Sonny's!" he replied, " and you're coming with me!"
TBC…
A/N: R&R as usual, folks. Tell me what you thought. Thank you for all your wonderful comments.
As you probably can tell, the end is just around the river bend! LOL. I will try to update soon.
Tomorrow if you're lucky, ciao!