TITLE: Same as before
AUTHOR: Micky
DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me and I am making no profit from this piece of imagination.
SYNOPSIS: More of Alcazar's thoughts after the episode on 8/6/03
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hadn't really planned on another chapter but after some wonderful feedback (thank you all so much for your wonderful comments) and a little inspiration from the show I decided to add another chapter. Another may be forthcoming depending on how the show's storyline goes.
Reviews welcome and appreciated.
PS: Does anyone know of a Sonny and Carly support group? I wanted more Alcazar and Carly on Friday during Sonny and Carly's romantic interlude. AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Alcazar has corrupted my devotion to S and C. Just kidding. Well, maybe not entirely.
Where was his brain?
He'd always done well in school. He'd gone to Oxford, had studied history. Become a successful "businessman". Dominated worldwide in his "profession". But somewhere between the time he had taken advantage of a business opportunity and now, he must have lost his brain.
He had placed his life in the hands of Carly Corinthos. He had handed her a sharp blade and told her to shave him.
Where was his brain?
He'd been angry when he'd seen her talking on a stolen cell phone again. He couldn't believe he couldn't trust her to just let things happen. But no, she had to go and try to fix things and endanger her life and her husband's. He'd been so angry that after all he'd done for her, she still didn't trust him to do what was best. And so, because his mind was on vacation, he had come up with this little lesson on trust.
Where was his brain?
He sat down on the bed with his back to her and waited. There was a brief pause as he could almost hear Carly thinking and then he felt her position herself behind him. First he felt her knees press lightly on his sides. As she leaned forward, he felt the slight pressure of the baby on his back. And then her arms came around his neck from behind.
Where was his brain?
She paused again, the blade hovering over his face and then he felt the pressure of the blade against his neck, moving upwards towards his chin. And then it was gone. He heard the blade clink in the bowl of water and then it returned to his neck. After several swipes he relaxed. A little.
Where was his brain?
As he sat there, he attempted to formulate ideas about how to deal with the situation Carly...Mrs. Corinthos, had created. But he couldn't. All he could concentrate on was the pressure of the blade on his face and Carly's breath in his ear. He told himself to relax and took a deep breath. But that didn't help. All it did was bring the intoxicating...intriguing...the scent of her. A simple combination of shampoo, soap, and deodorant, not a hint of perfume but it still haunted him. And then he heard her quiet voice in his ear.
"Lorenzo?"
"Yes?"
"I need you to turn around."
"Alright."
He stood up, pulled the stool with wheels in front of Carly and sat down. But now there was too much distance between him and Carly. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of Carly's body, just brushing her knees. She also leaned forward, blade in hand and began to shave again.
Where was his brain?
He studied her face. She didn't notice, as she was utterly concentrated on what she was doing. Her eyebrows would move closer together when she frowned at his chin. And her tongue would just peek out of her mouth when she was totally concentrating. A small, pink reminder of her inner child.
"You know, I own a club."
"The Cellar, right?"
"Mm-hmm. And I had another club before that."
"And your point is?"
"I didn't once study Cosmetology."
"Are you complaining that I'm making you shave me?"
"No one can make me do anything."
"That's true. Well then, are complaining that I convinced you to shave me?"
"I'm just saying it's a waste of talent."
"Indeed."
"Yep, now turn around."
He did as she ordered and once more sat on the bed in front of her. This could have been so different. She could have done this for him all the time. She could have been in his life always. But she wasn't. She was Mrs. Corinthos. Mrs. Corinthos. Mrs. Corinthos.
He wasn't sure where his brain had gone, but he knew where his heart was headed.