Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos': Chapter 30
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I made sure to get this Chapter out early so I wouldn't be on the receiving end of the fury of Shadow Phenix's bat. I hope you liked the last Chapter. wow. it's amazing how much can be said with a tube down your throat huh? Anyways. on with the story. enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
"My own daughter hates me!"
Alexis watched Sonny pace the living room anxiously. "She doesn't hate you, Sonny.." Alexis defended.
Sonny paused and looked at her incredulously. "She just doesn't like me very much and wishes I would drop off the face of the Earth, huh?" he replied sarcastically.
Alexis rolled her eyes, "Sarcasm does not become you, darling," she shot back dryly.
Sonny heaved a sigh and finally sat down next to her.
"She's just angry, Sonny," Alexis explained. "With good reason, too. How did you expect her to react after you drop a bombshell on her? She's your daughter after all. you know she won't forgive easily.."
The pain in his eyes was heartbreaking. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of, Lexie. She came so close to dying. and she still can't find it in her heart to forgive me.. What if she had died? It kills me to think that she would have died hating me.."
Alexis took him in her arms, seeking for the second time that day to give him comfort. "Just give her time, Sonny. She knows that you love her."
Sonny caught her look. "I hope so. I really hope so."
*~*~*~*~*~*
In typical Jason Morgan style, he just sat there, and the silence between them stretched into lengthy minutes. Liz tried to turn on her side, but being still attached to the countless tubes and machines, made it almost impossible to do so. As if sensing her wish to turn to him, Jason reached forward and took her cold, limp hand in his. His grip was strong and warm and his long callused fingers stroked her palm gently. Still he said nothing. there was nothing to be said.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was just past eleven and Sonny sat brooding on his sofa his thoughts elsewhere. Ned Ashton and Carly dominated his thoughts, but he was unable to come up with a solution as to how he ought to solve those two very big problems. Suddenly, a tumbler full of potent Puerto Rican rum was perched under his nose. He looked up into Alexis's sympathetic brown eyes.
"I thought you could do with a pick-me-upper," she quipped, coming to stand between his outstretched legs.
Sonny returned her grin and accepted the tumbler from her, but placed it on the table behind the sofa and instead tumbled Alexis into his lap. "Why do I need rum, when I've got you?" he asked seductively, kissing the shell of her ear.
Alexis shivered with delight and twined her arms around his neck. "Well, when you put it that way." she continued, returning the favour.
After a few steamy moments of kissing and caressing, Alexis pulled away. "What were you thinking about?"
Sonny had every intention to feed her a lie but knew she would be able to spot it for what it was before it even fully left his lips, so instead he replied truthfully, "I was thinking about Ned. and Carly," he added, gauging her reaction.
On hearing his wife's name, Alexis sobered, and straightened her T-shirt guiltily. "Oh," she stated, getting up from the couch and heading to the bar to pour herself a much-needed drink.
"Why did you do that?" Sonny asked.
"What?" Alexis asked, knowing full well what he meant.
"Act all guilty. like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar?"
"She's still your wife, Sonny, and this is your house, and that is your couch where I've caught you two in more than one compromising position on more than one occasion," Alexis replied quickly swallowing her drink, her eyes burning as the rum burnt a potent path down her throat to settle heavily in the pit of her stomach.
Sonny took the tumbler from her hand and took her face between his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Believe me. I know better than anyone that she's my wife. a fact that a certain little lawyer can change and *will* change very soon. Carly might be my wife. but you know for a fact that it's in name only. I love you, Alexis. I always have. and I always will.."
Alexis didn't know what to say. A similar scenario to this one had played out in her head so many times before. and something always seemed to happen to make it go wrong.. She didn't know if she could trust fate to let her and Sonny be happy together. "Sonny.."
Sonny could feel her hesitancy and it scared him. He never thought that she might not agree with him. "Trust me, Alexis. Trust me enough to let me love you forever," he implored.
She did. "I do, Sonny. I love you so much. but I don't want to get hurt by you again.. I would die if you left me again," Alexis said, her brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"I swear to you that I would love and honour and protect you until my dying day," he swore huskily. "*I* would die before I ever hurt you again. Do you trust me enough to let me love you?"
Alexis's tears spilled over, painting watery tracks down her face. Sonny swept them away with his thumbs, his face expectant. "Yes, Sonny. I trust you enough to let you love me."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Monica found them together two hours after he'd first arrived. It was after midnight and Jason lay fast asleep in one of the visitor's chairs, dragged right up to Elizabeth's bed. Elizabeth had turned her head to face Jason, her hand tucked in his, and she too lay fast asleep.
Monica smiled at the picture those two made, even as her curiosity threatened to get the better of her. She hated to wake either of them, but she needed to take the tube from down Elizabeth's throat before she went home so the young girl could rest easier, and be able to talk in the morning.
Resting a light hand on his shoulder, Monica went to gently wake her son up, but his light blue eyes immediately snapped open, and he looked disoriented for a second before he deduced who she was.
"Monica.." He stated as he sat up straighter, and rubbed his face. He didn't let go of Elizabeth's hand.
"Hello, Jason. Visiting hours were over hours ago," she quipped, as she laid Elizabeth's chart by her feet.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"No, it's no problem," she replied. "I just need to take the tube from down her throat."
"Am I going to be in the way?" he asked, concern evident.
"You can stay if you want. but I need to wake Elizabeth up."
Jason nodded, and got up from the chair, finally relinquishing his grip on Elizabeth's hand.
Monica took his place, standing by the bed, checking some of the equipment, before, gently shaking Elizabeth awake. It took a little more effort than with Jason because he was such a light sleeper, but she finally opened her sleepy blue eyes, staring at her doctor with some confusion.
"I'm sorry to wake you, dear," Monica apologized. "But I'm going off duty in a few minutes, and I wanted to take the tube from down your throat before I left. It's going to be a little uncomfortable, and it might hurt a little to talk, but I'll give you some antibiotics for your throat, do you understand me, Elizabeth?"
Liz nodded, looking over Monica's shoulder at Jason. She seemed a little surprised that he was still there, but he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Good," said Monica. She turned off the connecting equipment, before instructing Elizabeth to take a deep breath as she grasped the plastic tube and gently, but firmly tugged it from her throat. There was a whistling of air, and Elizabeth coughed as it was removed.
"There, that's much better, isn't it?" asked Monica as she put it away.
Liz made to speak, but she coughed again.
"Here, drink some water," instructed Monica, pushing the straw that was connected to a water bag towards Liz. "Try not to speak much yet, ok?"
Liz nodded again as she dutifully sipped her water.
Monica checked her vitals again and made sure she was comfortable before making ready to leave. "I'll be back to check on you later tomorrow, dear. Try to eat something, and drink the water and maybe some orange juice. Just ask Bobbie, she'll take care of you."
At Liz's nod, she returned one of her own before turning to her son. "Good night, Jason. Try to get some sleep, although I can't imagine those chairs are very comfortable."
Monica closed the door behind her, leaving them alone again, but this time Liz had the ability to speak. Jason turned to her, and made his way back to his seat.
"I thought you were a dream," she whispered, turning her head towards him.
He smiled softly, "Are you alright?" he asked.
Liz shrugged, grimacing as slight pain shot through her side. "I've been better," she replied sarcastically.
"I don't doubt it." The silence stretched on between them.
"What are you doing here?"
Ah. the question he had been hoping she wouldn't ask because he couldn't answer.
"I was worried." he finally replied. "And I know you didn't want to be alone."
Elizabeth's look told him that she didn't quite believe him. After all, they had not been exactly close to each other in the past couple of years. Even if there was still an inkling of attraction hanging in the balance between them, she had avoided him like the plague and he had moved on. to Courtney. her friend. her aunt.
She knew she should tell him to leave. His being here was only bound to hurt her later on, and she didn't think she could handle any more pain at the moment. But for now she could sit back and enjoy him being there.. She would think about survival in the morning.
"That's fine," she replied, reaching for his hand again. The jolt of electricity that passed through them at the contact forced them to look at each other sharply. "I don't want to be alone, and apparently neither do you.."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"I want to go home," announced Alexis.
They were still downstairs on the couch, Alexis curled on her side, her head in Sonny's lap, his hands tangled in her hair yet again.
Sonny's brow furrowed. "You are home," he replied adamantly.
Alexis rolled her eyes, and flopped onto her back, so she could look up into his eyes. "No, I want to go *home*. To *my* house. I want to eat popcorn from *my* own microwave and coffee from *my* own pot, and sleep in *my* bed with *my* sheets and *my* pillows."
"Well. I don't mind you sleeping in *your* bed, but you most definitely are *not* going to be eating microwave popcorn," Sonny chuckled.
"Ha ha ha, very funny."
"Seriously. why do you want to go home? 'Housekeeping' hasn't been to call, if you know what I mean. it's still a crime scene. It's probably crawling with the PCPD," Sonny replied.
Alexis's face fell.
"Are you sure you want to go home because you want *your* bed and microwave popcorn, or because of something else?"
Alexis heaved a sigh. "Am I that transparent?"
"No," Sonny, whispered, caressing her face softly.
"In other words, *yes*, huh?" When Sonny didn't reply, she blew a raspberry at him - a very un-Alexis-like move.
"How mature, counselor."
Alexis rolled her eyes again. "This place screams of Carly, that's why," she finally admitted, sitting up and indicating their surroundings. "From the paint, to the furniture. I hate this apartment, Sonny!"
Sonny chuckled, and kissed her forehead. "So do I," he replied. "I guess when a certain brown-eyed gal becomes the next Mrs. Sonny Corinthos, she'll have to do something about that huh?" he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Alexis grinned still a bit amazed that she and Sonny were 'together'. "Yeah, I guess I will, won't I?"
"Yeah," he replied, kissing her fully on her lips.
Alexis sighed and let him, opening her mouth to gently stroke his tongue with hers. "But I still want to go home."
Sonny chuckled again before a wicked hand reached under her shirt and cupped a breast. "I bet you do.."
TBC.
A/N: I thought it would be nicer to end things here on a nicer note. R&R people. I'm searching for a way to end this fic. I'm open to suggestions. Thanks. Ciao!
A/N: I made sure to get this Chapter out early so I wouldn't be on the receiving end of the fury of Shadow Phenix's bat. I hope you liked the last Chapter. wow. it's amazing how much can be said with a tube down your throat huh? Anyways. on with the story. enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
"My own daughter hates me!"
Alexis watched Sonny pace the living room anxiously. "She doesn't hate you, Sonny.." Alexis defended.
Sonny paused and looked at her incredulously. "She just doesn't like me very much and wishes I would drop off the face of the Earth, huh?" he replied sarcastically.
Alexis rolled her eyes, "Sarcasm does not become you, darling," she shot back dryly.
Sonny heaved a sigh and finally sat down next to her.
"She's just angry, Sonny," Alexis explained. "With good reason, too. How did you expect her to react after you drop a bombshell on her? She's your daughter after all. you know she won't forgive easily.."
The pain in his eyes was heartbreaking. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of, Lexie. She came so close to dying. and she still can't find it in her heart to forgive me.. What if she had died? It kills me to think that she would have died hating me.."
Alexis took him in her arms, seeking for the second time that day to give him comfort. "Just give her time, Sonny. She knows that you love her."
Sonny caught her look. "I hope so. I really hope so."
*~*~*~*~*~*
In typical Jason Morgan style, he just sat there, and the silence between them stretched into lengthy minutes. Liz tried to turn on her side, but being still attached to the countless tubes and machines, made it almost impossible to do so. As if sensing her wish to turn to him, Jason reached forward and took her cold, limp hand in his. His grip was strong and warm and his long callused fingers stroked her palm gently. Still he said nothing. there was nothing to be said.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was just past eleven and Sonny sat brooding on his sofa his thoughts elsewhere. Ned Ashton and Carly dominated his thoughts, but he was unable to come up with a solution as to how he ought to solve those two very big problems. Suddenly, a tumbler full of potent Puerto Rican rum was perched under his nose. He looked up into Alexis's sympathetic brown eyes.
"I thought you could do with a pick-me-upper," she quipped, coming to stand between his outstretched legs.
Sonny returned her grin and accepted the tumbler from her, but placed it on the table behind the sofa and instead tumbled Alexis into his lap. "Why do I need rum, when I've got you?" he asked seductively, kissing the shell of her ear.
Alexis shivered with delight and twined her arms around his neck. "Well, when you put it that way." she continued, returning the favour.
After a few steamy moments of kissing and caressing, Alexis pulled away. "What were you thinking about?"
Sonny had every intention to feed her a lie but knew she would be able to spot it for what it was before it even fully left his lips, so instead he replied truthfully, "I was thinking about Ned. and Carly," he added, gauging her reaction.
On hearing his wife's name, Alexis sobered, and straightened her T-shirt guiltily. "Oh," she stated, getting up from the couch and heading to the bar to pour herself a much-needed drink.
"Why did you do that?" Sonny asked.
"What?" Alexis asked, knowing full well what he meant.
"Act all guilty. like you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar?"
"She's still your wife, Sonny, and this is your house, and that is your couch where I've caught you two in more than one compromising position on more than one occasion," Alexis replied quickly swallowing her drink, her eyes burning as the rum burnt a potent path down her throat to settle heavily in the pit of her stomach.
Sonny took the tumbler from her hand and took her face between his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Believe me. I know better than anyone that she's my wife. a fact that a certain little lawyer can change and *will* change very soon. Carly might be my wife. but you know for a fact that it's in name only. I love you, Alexis. I always have. and I always will.."
Alexis didn't know what to say. A similar scenario to this one had played out in her head so many times before. and something always seemed to happen to make it go wrong.. She didn't know if she could trust fate to let her and Sonny be happy together. "Sonny.."
Sonny could feel her hesitancy and it scared him. He never thought that she might not agree with him. "Trust me, Alexis. Trust me enough to let me love you forever," he implored.
She did. "I do, Sonny. I love you so much. but I don't want to get hurt by you again.. I would die if you left me again," Alexis said, her brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
"I swear to you that I would love and honour and protect you until my dying day," he swore huskily. "*I* would die before I ever hurt you again. Do you trust me enough to let me love you?"
Alexis's tears spilled over, painting watery tracks down her face. Sonny swept them away with his thumbs, his face expectant. "Yes, Sonny. I trust you enough to let you love me."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Monica found them together two hours after he'd first arrived. It was after midnight and Jason lay fast asleep in one of the visitor's chairs, dragged right up to Elizabeth's bed. Elizabeth had turned her head to face Jason, her hand tucked in his, and she too lay fast asleep.
Monica smiled at the picture those two made, even as her curiosity threatened to get the better of her. She hated to wake either of them, but she needed to take the tube from down Elizabeth's throat before she went home so the young girl could rest easier, and be able to talk in the morning.
Resting a light hand on his shoulder, Monica went to gently wake her son up, but his light blue eyes immediately snapped open, and he looked disoriented for a second before he deduced who she was.
"Monica.." He stated as he sat up straighter, and rubbed his face. He didn't let go of Elizabeth's hand.
"Hello, Jason. Visiting hours were over hours ago," she quipped, as she laid Elizabeth's chart by her feet.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"No, it's no problem," she replied. "I just need to take the tube from down her throat."
"Am I going to be in the way?" he asked, concern evident.
"You can stay if you want. but I need to wake Elizabeth up."
Jason nodded, and got up from the chair, finally relinquishing his grip on Elizabeth's hand.
Monica took his place, standing by the bed, checking some of the equipment, before, gently shaking Elizabeth awake. It took a little more effort than with Jason because he was such a light sleeper, but she finally opened her sleepy blue eyes, staring at her doctor with some confusion.
"I'm sorry to wake you, dear," Monica apologized. "But I'm going off duty in a few minutes, and I wanted to take the tube from down your throat before I left. It's going to be a little uncomfortable, and it might hurt a little to talk, but I'll give you some antibiotics for your throat, do you understand me, Elizabeth?"
Liz nodded, looking over Monica's shoulder at Jason. She seemed a little surprised that he was still there, but he gave her a reassuring smile.
"Good," said Monica. She turned off the connecting equipment, before instructing Elizabeth to take a deep breath as she grasped the plastic tube and gently, but firmly tugged it from her throat. There was a whistling of air, and Elizabeth coughed as it was removed.
"There, that's much better, isn't it?" asked Monica as she put it away.
Liz made to speak, but she coughed again.
"Here, drink some water," instructed Monica, pushing the straw that was connected to a water bag towards Liz. "Try not to speak much yet, ok?"
Liz nodded again as she dutifully sipped her water.
Monica checked her vitals again and made sure she was comfortable before making ready to leave. "I'll be back to check on you later tomorrow, dear. Try to eat something, and drink the water and maybe some orange juice. Just ask Bobbie, she'll take care of you."
At Liz's nod, she returned one of her own before turning to her son. "Good night, Jason. Try to get some sleep, although I can't imagine those chairs are very comfortable."
Monica closed the door behind her, leaving them alone again, but this time Liz had the ability to speak. Jason turned to her, and made his way back to his seat.
"I thought you were a dream," she whispered, turning her head towards him.
He smiled softly, "Are you alright?" he asked.
Liz shrugged, grimacing as slight pain shot through her side. "I've been better," she replied sarcastically.
"I don't doubt it." The silence stretched on between them.
"What are you doing here?"
Ah. the question he had been hoping she wouldn't ask because he couldn't answer.
"I was worried." he finally replied. "And I know you didn't want to be alone."
Elizabeth's look told him that she didn't quite believe him. After all, they had not been exactly close to each other in the past couple of years. Even if there was still an inkling of attraction hanging in the balance between them, she had avoided him like the plague and he had moved on. to Courtney. her friend. her aunt.
She knew she should tell him to leave. His being here was only bound to hurt her later on, and she didn't think she could handle any more pain at the moment. But for now she could sit back and enjoy him being there.. She would think about survival in the morning.
"That's fine," she replied, reaching for his hand again. The jolt of electricity that passed through them at the contact forced them to look at each other sharply. "I don't want to be alone, and apparently neither do you.."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"I want to go home," announced Alexis.
They were still downstairs on the couch, Alexis curled on her side, her head in Sonny's lap, his hands tangled in her hair yet again.
Sonny's brow furrowed. "You are home," he replied adamantly.
Alexis rolled her eyes, and flopped onto her back, so she could look up into his eyes. "No, I want to go *home*. To *my* house. I want to eat popcorn from *my* own microwave and coffee from *my* own pot, and sleep in *my* bed with *my* sheets and *my* pillows."
"Well. I don't mind you sleeping in *your* bed, but you most definitely are *not* going to be eating microwave popcorn," Sonny chuckled.
"Ha ha ha, very funny."
"Seriously. why do you want to go home? 'Housekeeping' hasn't been to call, if you know what I mean. it's still a crime scene. It's probably crawling with the PCPD," Sonny replied.
Alexis's face fell.
"Are you sure you want to go home because you want *your* bed and microwave popcorn, or because of something else?"
Alexis heaved a sigh. "Am I that transparent?"
"No," Sonny, whispered, caressing her face softly.
"In other words, *yes*, huh?" When Sonny didn't reply, she blew a raspberry at him - a very un-Alexis-like move.
"How mature, counselor."
Alexis rolled her eyes again. "This place screams of Carly, that's why," she finally admitted, sitting up and indicating their surroundings. "From the paint, to the furniture. I hate this apartment, Sonny!"
Sonny chuckled, and kissed her forehead. "So do I," he replied. "I guess when a certain brown-eyed gal becomes the next Mrs. Sonny Corinthos, she'll have to do something about that huh?" he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Alexis grinned still a bit amazed that she and Sonny were 'together'. "Yeah, I guess I will, won't I?"
"Yeah," he replied, kissing her fully on her lips.
Alexis sighed and let him, opening her mouth to gently stroke his tongue with hers. "But I still want to go home."
Sonny chuckled again before a wicked hand reached under her shirt and cupped a breast. "I bet you do.."
TBC.
A/N: I thought it would be nicer to end things here on a nicer note. R&R people. I'm searching for a way to end this fic. I'm open to suggestions. Thanks. Ciao!