Dillon stared at the gates of the Quartermaine mansion. It was an hour until the pilot would be ready for take off. The meeting had ended rather uneventfully. All he had to do was walk into the room, point a gun in their direction and they easily agreed to straighten everything out while he waited patiently twirling the gun in his hands.
"So this is where you lived huh?" Ryan gaped at it "Nice place."
Dillon scoffed "Yeah, until you get inside. Then they swoop down and attack like vultures."
"So, why are we here?"
"I just wanted to look at it, that's all. My grandmother still lives here."
"She's not like the others?"
"No," Dillon laughed "I don't understand how she got stuck with Edward Quartermaine."
Dillon watched as Reginald walked into the yard and headed to the garage that held the families supply of Porsches and Cadillacs.
"You can go now," Dillon spoke to the limo driver and they slowly pulled away.
"So, where did you live after here?" Ryan asked, only trying to make conversation as he looked through some papers.
"I bought a penthouse, in the same building as Sonny Corinthos."
"Ah, Sonny Corinthos. Those glory days when he ruled Port Charles with an iron fist," Ryan shook his head "Whatever happened to him anyway?"
"I don't know," Dillon shrugged "Nobody's seen him or his family in years. They left Port Charles."
"Why?"
"There was a hit out on him and his wife, not to mention his two kids. They were there one day, gone the next. Nobody knows where they went, not even Morgan."
Dillon settled into his own thoughts as he stared out the window. They rolled past General Hospital and then a building that he had never seen before, the new cancer facility. He raised up in his seat uncomfortably.
"You know I read about that place," Ryan glanced up "The Cassadines donated an outrageous sum to build it."
"Yeah, yeah I heard that."
"They've got some new doctor that's in charge there, what was her name...?"
"Georgie," Dillon answered "Georgie Jones."
"Yeah, that's it. You know her?"
"I used to," Dillon replied, leaning back in his seat as they moved toward the airport.
* Flashback *
"You get out of this house and never step foot in it again, understand?" Edward bellowed at his grandson from across the huge dining room table.
"If that's the way you want it," Dillon asserted, standing to his feet and extending a hand to Georgie who was seated beside him "Let's go."
"Who invited this criminal hooligan to my Thanksgiving dinner?" he scowled.
"I did, Grandfather, because like it or not he is a part of this family," Emily sighed, tossing her napkin onto the table "Not that his appearance has ruined this dinner, everything is burned anyway."
"Don't waste your breath Emily," Dillon stared intently at his grandfather "He's not worth it."
"See what you've done Grandfather?" Ned raised his voice "If you would just keep your mouth shut for one minute..."
"Don't you tell me how to conduct myself in my own home, Ned."
"Well, don't tell me how to conduct myself in my own life, Grandfather," Dillon added, grabbing Georgie and pulling her out of the dining room.
"Dillon," Georgie sighed as they went out the front door "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Dillon shook his head "Why do I care what they think, huh? We already have more money than we could ever need. I don't need his inheritance; hell let him write me out of the will. I'm sure he wrote Jason out years ago and look how successful he is!"
"Right," Georgie nodded, biting her lip.
"Look at me," Dillon braced his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye "You and me, we're going to do just fine on our own."
"We have each other," she smiled.
"Exactly."
* End Flashback *
"Georgie!" Lucas shouted down the hallway, as Georgie made her way to the exit. Finally, the day was over and she could go home.
"Yeah?" she sighed annoyed.
"I've been trying to talk to you all day. We need to go over some of the schedules."
"Can't it wait?"
"No, I mean, I don't think it can. We need to set up the support group times, and we need to make out a list of supplies and..."
"Fine," Georgie pulled on her coat "You wanna go for a drink?"
"You, drink?" Lucas was taken aback. Georgie hadn't drank in three years, not since Dillon had left.
"Yeah, I really could use one."
"Oh, ok," Lucas nodded, "let me just get my stuff."
Georgie leaned against the wall as she waited for him. That was all she needed, just one drink and she would feel better. One drink and she would forget what had happened. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face and felt his hand take hold of her arm as she had been trying to walk away.
"Ok, let's go," Lucas walked up behind her and they headed outside into the night. A few hours later, they were still at Jake's.
"Maybe you've had enough," Lucas laughed, drunk himself but not nearly as wasted as Georgie.
"Please," Georgie leaned over the table toward him "I am just getting started."
Lucas laughed and downed another shot of vodka that he had just got at the bar. He twirled the glass around on the table, staring intently at it.
"You know," he lay his head down on the table so he could look at it at eye level "Why do you think they call it a shot?"
"I don't know," Georgie laughed "But we need some more."
She raised her hand and waved at Coleman.
"Two more!" she yelled across the room. Coleman shook his head with a smirk and began to fix them.
"You know," Lucas leaned closer to her "You look different to me."
"I do?" Georgie raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose.
"Yeah, I don't know what it is..."
"Two shots," Coleman placed the drinks on the table "Don't you think you two have had enough?"
"No," Georgie shook her head matter of factly and looked up at Coleman with a grin "I've missed you."
"Yeah, haven't seen you in here in a long time."
"Well, I'm just making up for lost time," she giggled, downing her next shot and wiping her lips with the back of her hand "Thanks."
"I know what it is!" Lucas yelled at last, his head still resting on the table.
"What?" Georgie asked, as she took Lucas' shot.
"You're all grown up."
Georgie laughed "Don't tell anybody, but I did that a long time ago."
"Yeah, but I never noticed it before," he stared at her but she didn't seem to notice.
"Damn," she sighed, turning the shot glass upside down to discover there was nothing left "Two more!"
"You know, eventually you are gonna go numb," Lucas laughed.
"Good, I don't want to feel anything anymore."
Dillon walked into his cold, empty house and trudged up the staircase. All he wanted to do was get some sleep. He passed by the answering machine by his bed and pushed the blinking button.
You have three unheard messages.
"Great," he sighed, sliding his coat off his arms and loosening his tie.
Message One: Dillon, this is Faith Roscoe. Where in the hell are you? I've been trying to get in touch with you all day. I need to know if you solved this Port Charles problem, because if you didn't, we are going to have a problem. Understand?
"Bitch," Dillon grumbled, walking into the bathroom to change clothes.
Message Two: Dillon, this is your mother...
Dillon rushed back into the bedroom. His mother was calling him? He hadn't heard from her in five years.
...I, I know that I haven't been the best at keeping in touch, but I just had to call you. I wanted to hear your voice. I love you.
Dillon stood still by the machine in shock. His mother called him to tell him she loved him. Something about that didn't add up. She hadn't gave a damn to pick up a phone all these years, and now out of the blue she called?
Message Three: Dillon, this is Skye Quartermaine. I need to speak with you, if you could call me back the number is 555-7654. Something has happened.
What the hell was going on? He visits Port Charles for a day and suddenly all of his ghosts come back to haunt him?
"So this is where you lived huh?" Ryan gaped at it "Nice place."
Dillon scoffed "Yeah, until you get inside. Then they swoop down and attack like vultures."
"So, why are we here?"
"I just wanted to look at it, that's all. My grandmother still lives here."
"She's not like the others?"
"No," Dillon laughed "I don't understand how she got stuck with Edward Quartermaine."
Dillon watched as Reginald walked into the yard and headed to the garage that held the families supply of Porsches and Cadillacs.
"You can go now," Dillon spoke to the limo driver and they slowly pulled away.
"So, where did you live after here?" Ryan asked, only trying to make conversation as he looked through some papers.
"I bought a penthouse, in the same building as Sonny Corinthos."
"Ah, Sonny Corinthos. Those glory days when he ruled Port Charles with an iron fist," Ryan shook his head "Whatever happened to him anyway?"
"I don't know," Dillon shrugged "Nobody's seen him or his family in years. They left Port Charles."
"Why?"
"There was a hit out on him and his wife, not to mention his two kids. They were there one day, gone the next. Nobody knows where they went, not even Morgan."
Dillon settled into his own thoughts as he stared out the window. They rolled past General Hospital and then a building that he had never seen before, the new cancer facility. He raised up in his seat uncomfortably.
"You know I read about that place," Ryan glanced up "The Cassadines donated an outrageous sum to build it."
"Yeah, yeah I heard that."
"They've got some new doctor that's in charge there, what was her name...?"
"Georgie," Dillon answered "Georgie Jones."
"Yeah, that's it. You know her?"
"I used to," Dillon replied, leaning back in his seat as they moved toward the airport.
* Flashback *
"You get out of this house and never step foot in it again, understand?" Edward bellowed at his grandson from across the huge dining room table.
"If that's the way you want it," Dillon asserted, standing to his feet and extending a hand to Georgie who was seated beside him "Let's go."
"Who invited this criminal hooligan to my Thanksgiving dinner?" he scowled.
"I did, Grandfather, because like it or not he is a part of this family," Emily sighed, tossing her napkin onto the table "Not that his appearance has ruined this dinner, everything is burned anyway."
"Don't waste your breath Emily," Dillon stared intently at his grandfather "He's not worth it."
"See what you've done Grandfather?" Ned raised his voice "If you would just keep your mouth shut for one minute..."
"Don't you tell me how to conduct myself in my own home, Ned."
"Well, don't tell me how to conduct myself in my own life, Grandfather," Dillon added, grabbing Georgie and pulling her out of the dining room.
"Dillon," Georgie sighed as they went out the front door "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Dillon shook his head "Why do I care what they think, huh? We already have more money than we could ever need. I don't need his inheritance; hell let him write me out of the will. I'm sure he wrote Jason out years ago and look how successful he is!"
"Right," Georgie nodded, biting her lip.
"Look at me," Dillon braced his hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eye "You and me, we're going to do just fine on our own."
"We have each other," she smiled.
"Exactly."
* End Flashback *
"Georgie!" Lucas shouted down the hallway, as Georgie made her way to the exit. Finally, the day was over and she could go home.
"Yeah?" she sighed annoyed.
"I've been trying to talk to you all day. We need to go over some of the schedules."
"Can't it wait?"
"No, I mean, I don't think it can. We need to set up the support group times, and we need to make out a list of supplies and..."
"Fine," Georgie pulled on her coat "You wanna go for a drink?"
"You, drink?" Lucas was taken aback. Georgie hadn't drank in three years, not since Dillon had left.
"Yeah, I really could use one."
"Oh, ok," Lucas nodded, "let me just get my stuff."
Georgie leaned against the wall as she waited for him. That was all she needed, just one drink and she would feel better. One drink and she would forget what had happened. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face and felt his hand take hold of her arm as she had been trying to walk away.
"Ok, let's go," Lucas walked up behind her and they headed outside into the night. A few hours later, they were still at Jake's.
"Maybe you've had enough," Lucas laughed, drunk himself but not nearly as wasted as Georgie.
"Please," Georgie leaned over the table toward him "I am just getting started."
Lucas laughed and downed another shot of vodka that he had just got at the bar. He twirled the glass around on the table, staring intently at it.
"You know," he lay his head down on the table so he could look at it at eye level "Why do you think they call it a shot?"
"I don't know," Georgie laughed "But we need some more."
She raised her hand and waved at Coleman.
"Two more!" she yelled across the room. Coleman shook his head with a smirk and began to fix them.
"You know," Lucas leaned closer to her "You look different to me."
"I do?" Georgie raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose.
"Yeah, I don't know what it is..."
"Two shots," Coleman placed the drinks on the table "Don't you think you two have had enough?"
"No," Georgie shook her head matter of factly and looked up at Coleman with a grin "I've missed you."
"Yeah, haven't seen you in here in a long time."
"Well, I'm just making up for lost time," she giggled, downing her next shot and wiping her lips with the back of her hand "Thanks."
"I know what it is!" Lucas yelled at last, his head still resting on the table.
"What?" Georgie asked, as she took Lucas' shot.
"You're all grown up."
Georgie laughed "Don't tell anybody, but I did that a long time ago."
"Yeah, but I never noticed it before," he stared at her but she didn't seem to notice.
"Damn," she sighed, turning the shot glass upside down to discover there was nothing left "Two more!"
"You know, eventually you are gonna go numb," Lucas laughed.
"Good, I don't want to feel anything anymore."
Dillon walked into his cold, empty house and trudged up the staircase. All he wanted to do was get some sleep. He passed by the answering machine by his bed and pushed the blinking button.
You have three unheard messages.
"Great," he sighed, sliding his coat off his arms and loosening his tie.
Message One: Dillon, this is Faith Roscoe. Where in the hell are you? I've been trying to get in touch with you all day. I need to know if you solved this Port Charles problem, because if you didn't, we are going to have a problem. Understand?
"Bitch," Dillon grumbled, walking into the bathroom to change clothes.
Message Two: Dillon, this is your mother...
Dillon rushed back into the bedroom. His mother was calling him? He hadn't heard from her in five years.
...I, I know that I haven't been the best at keeping in touch, but I just had to call you. I wanted to hear your voice. I love you.
Dillon stood still by the machine in shock. His mother called him to tell him she loved him. Something about that didn't add up. She hadn't gave a damn to pick up a phone all these years, and now out of the blue she called?
Message Three: Dillon, this is Skye Quartermaine. I need to speak with you, if you could call me back the number is 555-7654. Something has happened.
What the hell was going on? He visits Port Charles for a day and suddenly all of his ghosts come back to haunt him?