Burning Bridges
Skye shook her head, "Maybe it's just not meant to be, we keep getting
disturbed."
"Or maybe the time just isn't right" Ned said hopeful.
"Things have to happen on their own, you can't force them."
Ned nodded in agreement with Skye, "At least let me walk you to your room."
Ned awoke the next morning to an empty house, it was completely silent, something very rare in the Quartermaine home. He showered and got ready to go to work. He walked down the hall and into Skye's room, thinking that she
still may be in the bed, which he found empty.
As he left for work, Skye was driving down the highway in her Mercedes
Benz, wide open, with the windows rolled down. She pulled into a gravel road and continued to speed up the driveway. She stop her car and got out, shutting the door behind her. She looked around at the view of the lake, then she walked up to the deck and fumbled with the keys in her hand trying
to find the right one.
Once she found it, she unlocked the patio door, slowly. Skye stepped inside
and closed the door behind her, looking around at the place she used to
call home. Past memories flooded her mind, Jax asking her to marry him, giving her the engagement ring, where she met his parents and where he told
her he'd love her forever.
She didn't have any memories here, just the shells of what could have been. Definitely not memories. Jax told her that he loved Brenda and not her. He left her in this very house, not bothering to look back. She took her first
drink here that led to her fall of the wagon.
Skye walked around the living room, images of Jax filled her head, then
images of Martini's, sex with Luis Alcazar, his murder, hitting Nikolas Cassadine with her car, sex with Coleman, planning to shoot Brenda on her
wedding day.
All of these thoughts led back to one factor, Jax.He was everything good in her life, a year ago and now he stood for everything bad. Everything she didn't want to be. Jax was just as dangerous to her as vodka, if not more.
Then there was Luis Alcazar, she could push that off as the alcohol's influence, but truthfully she probably would have slept with him if she was sober. It was about revenge. Luis wasn't bad looking and treated her with
respect, even though he slept with a drunk woman, he wasn't completely
sober either.
Coleman. It all started right here in this living room, she was drunk, but
six months ago it was rare when she wasn't. She took him to the bed she shared with Jax. It was about blackmail. It was physical attraction. Pure
pleasure. He was her friend, he was there when no one else was.
Hell, Coleman had even saved her life, then Jax out on his white knight
complex and she shut him out. Damn Jax!
Skye picked up and then sat back down various things in the lakehouse. She
entered the bedroom, she walked around the bed and sat down beside the
night stand, she opened the drawer, it revealed two airline tickets, a
garter and some personal belongings of Jax's.
She shut the drawer and noticed the photo sitting beside the lamp, it was of her and Jax, taken last fourth of July. Skye picked it up and ran her fingers over the glass. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she held
the brass frame against her chest.
Skye took a deep breath then went to sit the frame back on the night stand, she missed and the photo hit the floor, she heard the glass shatter, but didn't bother picking it up. That's what their relationship was. Shattered.
Why did she ever come to Port Charles? She should have stayed in Llanview.
She's known nothing but heartache since she's been here.
She was a Quartermaine, then she was a Jacks, then she wasn't a Jacks, then she wasn't a Quartermaine either. She wasn't a Chandler or a Patterson or anything. She didn't know who she was. Antoinette Skye Cummings, well that
wasn't that bad. Maybe she should change her name.
Walking over to the closet, she grabbed a duffel bag, she went through the house and gathered various items that she wanted to take with her. Good or
bad. She took the bag outside to her car and placed it in the truck.
Inside the lakehouse she picked up a decanter and opened the top.
Skye began pouring it across the furniture in the living room, when that bottle was empty she grabbed another and another until all the decanters were empty. She stood at the sofa with a pack of matches in her hand. She struck one and held it in between her thumb and index finger. The flame was
orange at the bottom and then turned yellow as it went up.
The match was dropped from her fingers and hit the sofa, Skye watched as it
began to burn, the flame hit the trial of alcohol and kept going. She walked over to the patio doors and pulled them shut behind her. Getting in
her car, she drove away, not looking back as the lakehouse went up in
flames.
As she drove away she didn't feel anything, no regret, no remorse, nothing. Life was about burning bridges right? This was her closure. Now she could move on with her life. As she drove she thought about Ned and about what
was interrupted last night by Alexis.
Who for an attorney she certainly was naive, who did she think she was?
Alexis kind of reminded her of Nora Buchanan, but Nora was much smarter
than to pull the things that Alexis did or at least tried to do and get
away with. A lot of people in Llanview reminded her of people in Port
Charles. Like Asa and Edward. Todd and AJ.
Skye didn't want to think about Llanview, she wanted to think about what her future held for her. She drove around for a while, trying to clear her head. A few hours later she arrived at the Quartermaine Mansion, Ned met her at the door, "Skye where have you been? I called your cell phone, but
didn't get an answer."
"I turned it off, Why? Is there something wrong?" She asked concerned.
"Skye, I don't know how to tell you this, but the lakehouse caught on
fire."
"I know" Skye replied casually.
"You know? The police told you?"
"No." She stated simply
Ned was confused, "Then how did you know?"
"Because I set it on fire." She answered smoothly as she walked past Ned
and to the closet to hang up her purse, he followed her, "You set it on
fire?"
"Yeah, you'd be surprised what a little alcohol and a match can do. Alcohol
really is dangerous."
Ned couldn't help but laugh, he thought she would be upset, but had no idea she herself was behind it. Skye certainly was full of surprises, "May I ask
why?"
"Well, why not? Seriously though, the lakehouse held too many reminders, more bad then good and I thought the best way to cross that bridge of my
life was to burn."
"You could have sold it" Ned suggested.
"I like my way better, it's permanent, " Skye said with a smile."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
Every morning for the next five days Skye and Ned had breakfast together they would both go to work and they have dinner together in the evenings, sometimes at home, sometimes at the Grille or even at Kelly's. They arrived
home from the Grill rather early, they had skipped dessert.
A laughing Skye entered the foyer with Ned behind her, "The look on Scott's
face was priceless."
"Especially when you told him that we were just experimenting with in
family relationship."
"Scott will believe anything you tell him, that's why he's the District
Attorney."
They made their way into the living room, "Do you want to watch a movie?"
Ned suggestion.
"We could."
Ned picked up a video cassette, "Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz."
"A Long, Long Trailer?"
He shook his head, "Forever Darling."
"Even better." She was still standing in the doorway, "Do you want any
popcorn?"
"No, just you." He answered as he turned the television on and placed the video in the VCR. Skye sat down on the sofa, pulling the Afghan down on top
of her, Ned seemed to be having technical difficulties with the VCR.
"I'm going to put my pajamas on." Skye announced as she got up, "I'll be
right back."
Once Ned got the VCR fixed he took off his dinner jacket and undid a few
buttons on his shirt. He sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes. He
relaxed against the couch. Skye reappeared in the living room wearing a
short purple night gown, it had thin straps and was cut so low that it exposed the tops of her breasts. She was incredibly sexy without trying to
be.
Once Ned got the VCR fixed he took off his dinner jacket and undid a few
buttons on his shirt. He sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes. He
relaxed against the couch. Skye reappeared in the living room wearing a
short purple night gown, it had thin straps and was cut so low that it exposed the tops of her breasts. She was incredibly sexy without trying to
be.
Skye flipped off the light switch and made her way over to the sofa, taking a seat beside him. She laid her head against his chest and he wrapped his
left arm around her. They began watching the movie.
Ned covered them with the with the blanket about half way into the movie but when he spread the blanket out his hand grazed over her bare leg, they were smooth and soft. He moved his hand and placed it on top the blanket, for some reason he was a little nervous. They watched the movie together
silently until the very end when the credits began to roll.
Skye leaned forward and placed her lips on top of his. She pulled away and looked into his eyes, "How about that dessert?" Skye whispered seductively.
"What did you have in mind?"
"This" She whispered as she began kissing him, slipping her tongue past his
lips and into his mouth exploring every inch.
"Very sweet." He commented, "Would you care to move this upstairs?"
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Skye shook her head, "Maybe it's just not meant to be, we keep getting
disturbed."
"Or maybe the time just isn't right" Ned said hopeful.
"Things have to happen on their own, you can't force them."
Ned nodded in agreement with Skye, "At least let me walk you to your room."
Ned awoke the next morning to an empty house, it was completely silent, something very rare in the Quartermaine home. He showered and got ready to go to work. He walked down the hall and into Skye's room, thinking that she
still may be in the bed, which he found empty.
As he left for work, Skye was driving down the highway in her Mercedes
Benz, wide open, with the windows rolled down. She pulled into a gravel road and continued to speed up the driveway. She stop her car and got out, shutting the door behind her. She looked around at the view of the lake, then she walked up to the deck and fumbled with the keys in her hand trying
to find the right one.
Once she found it, she unlocked the patio door, slowly. Skye stepped inside
and closed the door behind her, looking around at the place she used to
call home. Past memories flooded her mind, Jax asking her to marry him, giving her the engagement ring, where she met his parents and where he told
her he'd love her forever.
She didn't have any memories here, just the shells of what could have been. Definitely not memories. Jax told her that he loved Brenda and not her. He left her in this very house, not bothering to look back. She took her first
drink here that led to her fall of the wagon.
Skye walked around the living room, images of Jax filled her head, then
images of Martini's, sex with Luis Alcazar, his murder, hitting Nikolas Cassadine with her car, sex with Coleman, planning to shoot Brenda on her
wedding day.
All of these thoughts led back to one factor, Jax.He was everything good in her life, a year ago and now he stood for everything bad. Everything she didn't want to be. Jax was just as dangerous to her as vodka, if not more.
Then there was Luis Alcazar, she could push that off as the alcohol's influence, but truthfully she probably would have slept with him if she was sober. It was about revenge. Luis wasn't bad looking and treated her with
respect, even though he slept with a drunk woman, he wasn't completely
sober either.
Coleman. It all started right here in this living room, she was drunk, but
six months ago it was rare when she wasn't. She took him to the bed she shared with Jax. It was about blackmail. It was physical attraction. Pure
pleasure. He was her friend, he was there when no one else was.
Hell, Coleman had even saved her life, then Jax out on his white knight
complex and she shut him out. Damn Jax!
Skye picked up and then sat back down various things in the lakehouse. She
entered the bedroom, she walked around the bed and sat down beside the
night stand, she opened the drawer, it revealed two airline tickets, a
garter and some personal belongings of Jax's.
She shut the drawer and noticed the photo sitting beside the lamp, it was of her and Jax, taken last fourth of July. Skye picked it up and ran her fingers over the glass. A single tear slipped down her cheek as she held
the brass frame against her chest.
Skye took a deep breath then went to sit the frame back on the night stand, she missed and the photo hit the floor, she heard the glass shatter, but didn't bother picking it up. That's what their relationship was. Shattered.
Why did she ever come to Port Charles? She should have stayed in Llanview.
She's known nothing but heartache since she's been here.
She was a Quartermaine, then she was a Jacks, then she wasn't a Jacks, then she wasn't a Quartermaine either. She wasn't a Chandler or a Patterson or anything. She didn't know who she was. Antoinette Skye Cummings, well that
wasn't that bad. Maybe she should change her name.
Walking over to the closet, she grabbed a duffel bag, she went through the house and gathered various items that she wanted to take with her. Good or
bad. She took the bag outside to her car and placed it in the truck.
Inside the lakehouse she picked up a decanter and opened the top.
Skye began pouring it across the furniture in the living room, when that bottle was empty she grabbed another and another until all the decanters were empty. She stood at the sofa with a pack of matches in her hand. She struck one and held it in between her thumb and index finger. The flame was
orange at the bottom and then turned yellow as it went up.
The match was dropped from her fingers and hit the sofa, Skye watched as it
began to burn, the flame hit the trial of alcohol and kept going. She walked over to the patio doors and pulled them shut behind her. Getting in
her car, she drove away, not looking back as the lakehouse went up in
flames.
As she drove away she didn't feel anything, no regret, no remorse, nothing. Life was about burning bridges right? This was her closure. Now she could move on with her life. As she drove she thought about Ned and about what
was interrupted last night by Alexis.
Who for an attorney she certainly was naive, who did she think she was?
Alexis kind of reminded her of Nora Buchanan, but Nora was much smarter
than to pull the things that Alexis did or at least tried to do and get
away with. A lot of people in Llanview reminded her of people in Port
Charles. Like Asa and Edward. Todd and AJ.
Skye didn't want to think about Llanview, she wanted to think about what her future held for her. She drove around for a while, trying to clear her head. A few hours later she arrived at the Quartermaine Mansion, Ned met her at the door, "Skye where have you been? I called your cell phone, but
didn't get an answer."
"I turned it off, Why? Is there something wrong?" She asked concerned.
"Skye, I don't know how to tell you this, but the lakehouse caught on
fire."
"I know" Skye replied casually.
"You know? The police told you?"
"No." She stated simply
Ned was confused, "Then how did you know?"
"Because I set it on fire." She answered smoothly as she walked past Ned
and to the closet to hang up her purse, he followed her, "You set it on
fire?"
"Yeah, you'd be surprised what a little alcohol and a match can do. Alcohol
really is dangerous."
Ned couldn't help but laugh, he thought she would be upset, but had no idea she herself was behind it. Skye certainly was full of surprises, "May I ask
why?"
"Well, why not? Seriously though, the lakehouse held too many reminders, more bad then good and I thought the best way to cross that bridge of my
life was to burn."
"You could have sold it" Ned suggested.
"I like my way better, it's permanent, " Skye said with a smile."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
Every morning for the next five days Skye and Ned had breakfast together they would both go to work and they have dinner together in the evenings, sometimes at home, sometimes at the Grille or even at Kelly's. They arrived
home from the Grill rather early, they had skipped dessert.
A laughing Skye entered the foyer with Ned behind her, "The look on Scott's
face was priceless."
"Especially when you told him that we were just experimenting with in
family relationship."
"Scott will believe anything you tell him, that's why he's the District
Attorney."
They made their way into the living room, "Do you want to watch a movie?"
Ned suggestion.
"We could."
Ned picked up a video cassette, "Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz."
"A Long, Long Trailer?"
He shook his head, "Forever Darling."
"Even better." She was still standing in the doorway, "Do you want any
popcorn?"
"No, just you." He answered as he turned the television on and placed the video in the VCR. Skye sat down on the sofa, pulling the Afghan down on top
of her, Ned seemed to be having technical difficulties with the VCR.
"I'm going to put my pajamas on." Skye announced as she got up, "I'll be
right back."
Once Ned got the VCR fixed he took off his dinner jacket and undid a few
buttons on his shirt. He sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes. He
relaxed against the couch. Skye reappeared in the living room wearing a
short purple night gown, it had thin straps and was cut so low that it exposed the tops of her breasts. She was incredibly sexy without trying to
be.
Once Ned got the VCR fixed he took off his dinner jacket and undid a few
buttons on his shirt. He sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes. He
relaxed against the couch. Skye reappeared in the living room wearing a
short purple night gown, it had thin straps and was cut so low that it exposed the tops of her breasts. She was incredibly sexy without trying to
be.
Skye flipped off the light switch and made her way over to the sofa, taking a seat beside him. She laid her head against his chest and he wrapped his
left arm around her. They began watching the movie.
Ned covered them with the with the blanket about half way into the movie but when he spread the blanket out his hand grazed over her bare leg, they were smooth and soft. He moved his hand and placed it on top the blanket, for some reason he was a little nervous. They watched the movie together
silently until the very end when the credits began to roll.
Skye leaned forward and placed her lips on top of his. She pulled away and looked into his eyes, "How about that dessert?" Skye whispered seductively.
"What did you have in mind?"
"This" She whispered as she began kissing him, slipping her tongue past his
lips and into his mouth exploring every inch.
"Very sweet." He commented, "Would you care to move this upstairs?"
TBC...
Please Review!!!