TITLE: still the same
AUTHOR: Micky
DISCLAIMER: They still aren't mine no matter how much I wish they were. Oh, and I'm not making any profit from this piece of imagination.
SYNOPSIS: Still Alcazar doing soliloquy's. If I get really inspired, Mrs. Corinthos herself might make an appearance. Let me know on that, ok?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Argh! I must be sick. I didn't want Sonny and Carly again today. I wanted more Carly and Alcazar. And right now, the only way I can get it is through writing, so, my imagination has once more taken over. This particular part of this thing takes place after the episode on 8/12/03. I'm not sure if this will be continuing after this or not.
Reviews always welcome.
Lorenzo sat in his chair contemplating a glass of scotch. Well, he was contemplating his life in a glass of scotch. Man, things were so screwed up. Carly was gone. Oh sure, there was a blonde, pregnant woman in the next room.
But it was the wrong woman.
She was a hostage. She worked as leverage. He should be happy. But he wasn't. He was missing a woman who wasn't his wife. One who had no significant emotional attachment to him. One who was in another country with her husband and child, snug in her little penthouse at the top of a tower in the middle of Port Charles. He was missing Mrs. Corinthos. There was rustling in the next room and for a moment he thought it was her.
But it was the wrong woman.
He was angry with Sonny. He had let her speak to his sister, had not harmed Courtney in any way. He had taken excellent care of his wife. And the bastard wouldn't let him speak to her. Of course, had Lorenzo been in Sonny's position, he wouldn't have let him speak to her either. He heard a woman's voice in the next room asking for food.
But it was the wrong woman.
He had sensed Carly on the other side of the phone. She hadn't even breathed near it, but he could sense her. He could picture her, looking at Sonny curiously, wondering why she was being mentioned in a "business" conversation. He could see her being prepared and almost willing to talk to him and then her husband refused and he imagined that there might have been slight disappointment there. A minute amount. Maybe. He heard the clinking of a fork against a plate in the next room.
But it was the wrong woman.
He hadn't been sure what he was going to say. He wanted to know how she and the baby were doing. Make sure she had arrived all right. Make sure she hadn't been hurt in the gun battle that had taken place in the clinic. Then he thought of threatening those she cared about and saying he wouldn't hurt them as long as she came back.
His hostage. His prisoner. This woman he understood so well. The one he had taught Backgammon. The one he had told about Sophie. The one he had seen go through immense pain during premature contractions and conquer it. This woman who had caught the corner of his heart and was threatening to take it all. Mrs. Corithos. Carly. He heard someone in the next room.
But it was the wrong woman.
Lorenzo sat in his chair contemplating his life in a glass of scotch. Giving it one last look, he drank it all in one swig. The time for contemplating was over. It was time for action. He heard a woman arguing with the guard in the next room.
It was the wrong woman.
But it wasn't going to stay that way.