Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos': Chapter 27
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Quick updates, yay! One advantage of being on vacation! I just thought it would be nice to
give you guys two chapters since I've been away for so long. Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Mauricio was not a regular guard of Alexis; that honor was usually reserved for Johnny, Francis
or Max; the bodyguards that had been with Mr. Corinthos for a while. He'd never truly understood
the other men's devotion to the Corinthos women – Carly excluded of course – but now in the
face of this tragedy, he was coming to understand. Even after all the hurt of seeing her daughter
in so much pain, going through the stress of an interview with the infuriating Detective Taggart,
she had not lost her temper with anyone, and the grateful smile that she'd bestowed upon him
when he stepped forward in his defense had seemed like an angelic gift. He had only been doing
his job, but yet another Corinthos guard had been turned to the side of the beautiful Alexis Davis.
As he stood like a sentinel by the hospital door, a deterrent to all those who peeked through the
window in curiosity, he hoped that Mr. Corinthos found his daughter soon, so at least this
beautiful flower would be wilted no more. He had been gone for more than four hours now and
there'd still been no call. Just as that thought flitted through his head, he felt the metallic vibration
of his cell-phone in his jacket pocket. He fished it out and checked the caller-ID – it was Johnny.
"Gaizca," he spoke into the phone. As he listened to the other man, he could hardly help the
giddy relief he felt from spreading into a wide smile. "Yeah, I got it. Thank God!"
He terminated the call and stepped forward to the door, knocking twice before stepping into the
room. "Ms. Davis, Johnny called. They've found your daughter."
At those words Alexis's eyes widened and her relieved sob rent the air. She surged to her feet,
and Ric had to catch her from crumbling to the floor on her shaky legs. The tears of relief
continued to stream down her face and she clung to Ric for support.
"Did he say where they were going?" Ric asked, in lieu of Alexis, who could not speak.
"He said Mr. Corinthos was taking her home. Sir, is she going to be alright?" Mauricio asked,
concern evident for Alexis.
"She'll be fine. Alexis," he shook her gently. "Alexis, you should go to her. Do you hear me?"
Alexis turned tear-streaked eyes to Ric and nodded her head dazedly. "Uh huh… but… I can't
leave… I can't leave Liz…."
Ric shook his head. "No, no, don't worry. Go to Kristina and I'll stay with Liz. I'll call if there's any
change."
Alexis looked at him in confusion before nodding her head. "Ok, ok, I'm gonna go, but you *call*
me the *second* something happens!"
"I promise. Now go!" urged Ric.
Alexis snatched up her coat and made to leave with Mauricio, but she turned suddenly and
launched herself into Ric's arms. "Oh God Ric, I'm so thankful!"
For a second Ric didn't know what to do. This was only the second time she'd ever embraced
him, and it still took a little time getting used to. "So am I," he replied, holding her close. "So am I."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Kristina had stopped crying by the time they'd reached the car and, before the limousine had
cleared the Port Charles waterfront, she had fallen fast asleep in the warmth of her father's arms.
Sonny didn't think he'd ever been this thankful in his life; any experiences paled in comparison to
this one. It was unbelievable the connection one had with a person who was their own flesh and
blood. People tended to take it for granted all the time, but as a man given a millionth chance to
do what was right, Sonny did not intend to make that same mistake yet again.
It was time to do things right by all the women in his life. It was time to let go of a 'love' that he
was never sure ever even truly existed. He didn't want to hurt Carly, but he knew if they tried to
stay in their loveless marriage, they would destroy each other. She would cling to him, and he
would distant himself, and she would try harder, and do something incredibly stupid and he would
explode and end up hating her… until she found some way to weasel her way back into his good
graces again. Most likely by using their son as a pawn.
Sonny's fists clenched – it wouldn't have been the first time that Carly used Michael in the game
that was their marriage. And what infuriated him was that he always, without fail, bent to her will.
He had thought it was because he loved her, and he couldn't live without her. But he did it
because it was easy, because certain boundaries were set, and Carly didn't make him feel what
he most wanted to feel – love *and* security. It was exciting, fun; there was never a dull moment.
No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, it just never was there.
Not like with Alexis. What they had had throughout the years had been so brief, so sporadic – it
didn't even add up to an entire month. Initially, they'd just been horny teenagers who fooled
around without protection and ended up parents at 16. Although life growing up had been hell on
earth for them both, they had been strong, and with the help of the kindly Audrey Webber, they'd
raised their child in relative secrecy until they both came of age.
They'd been friends – best friends – they shared everything with each other, including a family.
They'd been there for each other through heartbreak, and death and betrayal, and during all that
time, their combustible chemistry and amazing attraction grew steadily stronger, and they did the
only thing two red-blooded adults immensely attracted to each other would do – they slept
together. Result: Kristina. With his complete ignorance, of course.
And it all went downhill from there.
It squeezed his heart every time to think of the dark times of the previous year – the severance of
a seemingly lifelong friendship and trust, Kristina's (senior) death and Alexis's betrayal, Alcazar's
murder, Brenda and Jason's trial, finding out it was *Alexis* who had killed Luis, Ned's
vendetta….
Sonny couldn't help but smile sadly as he thought of how the days had steadily become brighter
when he and Alexis had joined forces to defeat Ned who had dragged their daughters into his
personal vendetta with Faith against Sonny. He remembered the bittersweet moment when she
had admitted that Kristina was his daughter. She had all but screamed her admission to him –
desperate when he had prepared to callously kick her out of his penthouse, refusing to help her.
It was as though time had stopped still and he was stunned. He was first filled with consummate
rage – how dare she keep his child away from him! But he had eventually come to understand
her skewed sense of logic – he was a dangerous man, after all, didn't Ned's vendetta (one among
many) against him prove that? From that moment, the going had been tough between the two of
them, and the road to rebuilding the bond between them had been paved with potholes and
constant boundaries.
But they had done it, and what had been reborn from the ashes was even stronger, even more
special than before. He didn't truly understand that he was still in love with her, that perhaps he
had never stopped, that is, until this whole fiasco… maybe he should be grateful for Ned's thirst
for revenge.
Kristina stirred in his arms, and he looked down at his sable-haired cherub, grateful she was here,
and not lost to them.
No he was *not* grateful to Ned. Ned Ashton would be made to pay.
TBC…
A/N: R&R please. As you can probably tell, this story is drawing to a close. But please tell me
what you thought. Hope to hear from you. I'll update soon, I promise!
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos': Chapter 27
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Quick updates, yay! One advantage of being on vacation! I just thought it would be nice to
give you guys two chapters since I've been away for so long. Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
Mauricio was not a regular guard of Alexis; that honor was usually reserved for Johnny, Francis
or Max; the bodyguards that had been with Mr. Corinthos for a while. He'd never truly understood
the other men's devotion to the Corinthos women – Carly excluded of course – but now in the
face of this tragedy, he was coming to understand. Even after all the hurt of seeing her daughter
in so much pain, going through the stress of an interview with the infuriating Detective Taggart,
she had not lost her temper with anyone, and the grateful smile that she'd bestowed upon him
when he stepped forward in his defense had seemed like an angelic gift. He had only been doing
his job, but yet another Corinthos guard had been turned to the side of the beautiful Alexis Davis.
As he stood like a sentinel by the hospital door, a deterrent to all those who peeked through the
window in curiosity, he hoped that Mr. Corinthos found his daughter soon, so at least this
beautiful flower would be wilted no more. He had been gone for more than four hours now and
there'd still been no call. Just as that thought flitted through his head, he felt the metallic vibration
of his cell-phone in his jacket pocket. He fished it out and checked the caller-ID – it was Johnny.
"Gaizca," he spoke into the phone. As he listened to the other man, he could hardly help the
giddy relief he felt from spreading into a wide smile. "Yeah, I got it. Thank God!"
He terminated the call and stepped forward to the door, knocking twice before stepping into the
room. "Ms. Davis, Johnny called. They've found your daughter."
At those words Alexis's eyes widened and her relieved sob rent the air. She surged to her feet,
and Ric had to catch her from crumbling to the floor on her shaky legs. The tears of relief
continued to stream down her face and she clung to Ric for support.
"Did he say where they were going?" Ric asked, in lieu of Alexis, who could not speak.
"He said Mr. Corinthos was taking her home. Sir, is she going to be alright?" Mauricio asked,
concern evident for Alexis.
"She'll be fine. Alexis," he shook her gently. "Alexis, you should go to her. Do you hear me?"
Alexis turned tear-streaked eyes to Ric and nodded her head dazedly. "Uh huh… but… I can't
leave… I can't leave Liz…."
Ric shook his head. "No, no, don't worry. Go to Kristina and I'll stay with Liz. I'll call if there's any
change."
Alexis looked at him in confusion before nodding her head. "Ok, ok, I'm gonna go, but you *call*
me the *second* something happens!"
"I promise. Now go!" urged Ric.
Alexis snatched up her coat and made to leave with Mauricio, but she turned suddenly and
launched herself into Ric's arms. "Oh God Ric, I'm so thankful!"
For a second Ric didn't know what to do. This was only the second time she'd ever embraced
him, and it still took a little time getting used to. "So am I," he replied, holding her close. "So am I."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Kristina had stopped crying by the time they'd reached the car and, before the limousine had
cleared the Port Charles waterfront, she had fallen fast asleep in the warmth of her father's arms.
Sonny didn't think he'd ever been this thankful in his life; any experiences paled in comparison to
this one. It was unbelievable the connection one had with a person who was their own flesh and
blood. People tended to take it for granted all the time, but as a man given a millionth chance to
do what was right, Sonny did not intend to make that same mistake yet again.
It was time to do things right by all the women in his life. It was time to let go of a 'love' that he
was never sure ever even truly existed. He didn't want to hurt Carly, but he knew if they tried to
stay in their loveless marriage, they would destroy each other. She would cling to him, and he
would distant himself, and she would try harder, and do something incredibly stupid and he would
explode and end up hating her… until she found some way to weasel her way back into his good
graces again. Most likely by using their son as a pawn.
Sonny's fists clenched – it wouldn't have been the first time that Carly used Michael in the game
that was their marriage. And what infuriated him was that he always, without fail, bent to her will.
He had thought it was because he loved her, and he couldn't live without her. But he did it
because it was easy, because certain boundaries were set, and Carly didn't make him feel what
he most wanted to feel – love *and* security. It was exciting, fun; there was never a dull moment.
No matter how hard he tried to convince himself, it just never was there.
Not like with Alexis. What they had had throughout the years had been so brief, so sporadic – it
didn't even add up to an entire month. Initially, they'd just been horny teenagers who fooled
around without protection and ended up parents at 16. Although life growing up had been hell on
earth for them both, they had been strong, and with the help of the kindly Audrey Webber, they'd
raised their child in relative secrecy until they both came of age.
They'd been friends – best friends – they shared everything with each other, including a family.
They'd been there for each other through heartbreak, and death and betrayal, and during all that
time, their combustible chemistry and amazing attraction grew steadily stronger, and they did the
only thing two red-blooded adults immensely attracted to each other would do – they slept
together. Result: Kristina. With his complete ignorance, of course.
And it all went downhill from there.
It squeezed his heart every time to think of the dark times of the previous year – the severance of
a seemingly lifelong friendship and trust, Kristina's (senior) death and Alexis's betrayal, Alcazar's
murder, Brenda and Jason's trial, finding out it was *Alexis* who had killed Luis, Ned's
vendetta….
Sonny couldn't help but smile sadly as he thought of how the days had steadily become brighter
when he and Alexis had joined forces to defeat Ned who had dragged their daughters into his
personal vendetta with Faith against Sonny. He remembered the bittersweet moment when she
had admitted that Kristina was his daughter. She had all but screamed her admission to him –
desperate when he had prepared to callously kick her out of his penthouse, refusing to help her.
It was as though time had stopped still and he was stunned. He was first filled with consummate
rage – how dare she keep his child away from him! But he had eventually come to understand
her skewed sense of logic – he was a dangerous man, after all, didn't Ned's vendetta (one among
many) against him prove that? From that moment, the going had been tough between the two of
them, and the road to rebuilding the bond between them had been paved with potholes and
constant boundaries.
But they had done it, and what had been reborn from the ashes was even stronger, even more
special than before. He didn't truly understand that he was still in love with her, that perhaps he
had never stopped, that is, until this whole fiasco… maybe he should be grateful for Ned's thirst
for revenge.
Kristina stirred in his arms, and he looked down at his sable-haired cherub, grateful she was here,
and not lost to them.
No he was *not* grateful to Ned. Ned Ashton would be made to pay.
TBC…
A/N: R&R please. As you can probably tell, this story is drawing to a close. But please tell me
what you thought. Hope to hear from you. I'll update soon, I promise!