***DISCLAIMER***

I do not own any of the characters and places mentioned in the story. They all belong to General Hospital, which is owned by ABC

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I just wanted to tell you all that this is a Skonny (Skye and Sonny) story. The introduction will take place in the present and the past, but a lot of the upcoming chapters I plan on having as flashbacks. Thus, those will be labeled as FLASHBACKS. I hope to make this story kind of long because I want to end it with maybe a Skonny wedding. I'm not sure, though, how and when it's going to end, so there might not be a wedding.

In this particular chapter, the flashback is indicated by the italics. The regular font indicates the present. Also, this is my first fan fiction story, so it might suck. OK, here we go.

Introduction: Skye's New Best Friend

Skye Quartermaine walked down the crowded corridor at the Port Charles Airport with her red hair waving in back of her. There was no doubt that his plane should have had already landed. She walked quickly, pushing aside people who came in her way until she finally reached his landing gate. Skye was completely in a daze the whole day. The only thing she could think about was him and the first day they became friends.

It wasn't long ago, on a cold October night at a bar, that they became acquaintances. His wife had just left him, and he wanted to take his sorrows out with a few drinks while sitting alone at a table. She was sitting at the bar struggling with her own inner demon, her alcoholism. Before she took another sip of her drink, though, she looked back to where he was sitting. She had known him for a while. They never got along, and the only thought that came to her mind as she watched him drown his misery in another shot was, "What did he do this time?"

Skye turned around, and gulped down her drink. After the alcohol kicked in a little bit, she asked the bartender for another one. While waiting for the drink, she couldn't help but look back at him again. There was something about the way he looked that night that just appealed to Skye. There he was, obviously upset, taking his sadness out on alcohol. It was so similar to what she always did; whenever there was a problem, she turned to alcohol for the comfort.

Quickly turning around, Skye grabbed her fresh drink, and slowly walked over to his table. Her red dress lost its glimmer as she walked into the darkness of the back of the bar where he was sitting. As she drew closer to his table, she kind of hesitated a bit, wondering what he would do if she went up to him. They never got along. In fact, he hated her, and the feeling was absolutely mutual. After guzzling down a few drinks throughout the night, though, the alcohol in Skye's body took over and drew her to the table where he was sitting. She sat down at the other seat, and looked right at him.

"What do you want?" he asked coldly and bitterly to her. "Can't you see that I'm not in the mood to talk, especially with the likes of you?"

Skye digested the words as she looked up at him. Then she said, "I just saw you from the bar, and I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be trying to drink your pain away. That's all."

"How would you know what I'm feeling?" he said as he downed another shot. "You don't know what I've just gone through."

"Well, I know that it's something bad. Why else would you be alone at a bar at this time of night?" Skye replied.

"You're here too I notice, so I wouldn't be talking"

"That's how I know that you're upset," Skye answered to him. "Whenever I get lonely and depressed I come here myself."

"Then we have a lot in common," he stated sarcastically.

Skye doused down her drink, and got up from her seat. "I just wanted to tell you that the only real genuine comfort is with a person. That's why I came up to you in the first place. I thought you'd want someone to listen to you're problems. If you're looking for comfort, alcohol is not going to give it to you. Take it from someone who knows. " she said as she walked away from the table.

"Wait!" he replied quickly. "Aren't you going to stay?"

Skye turned around, her red hair bouncing behind her, as she walked back toward the table. "I thought you'd never ask," she said coyly.

Skye looked at her watch as she waited by the landing gate. It had only been a few weeks since they had met on that night. They were just two lonely people looking for solace in alcohol, and instead found comfort in one another. They had grown into good friends over the last few weeks. She was helping him get through his upcoming divorce from his wife, and he was helping her deal with her longtime struggle with alcoholism. It wasn't until a few days ago, when he left on a business trip, that Skye realized how much she'd actually grown into liking him. He was a great listener, and an even better friend.

Skye gazed at her watch again, analyzing the second hand moving quickly around the face of the watch. Then, when she looked up after a minute of so, she saw him, standing right in front of her smiling. Skye quickly smiled back as she got up from her seat.

There he was, Skye's new best friend; Sonny Corinthos.