The Morgan Penthouse: Family Ties
Hello everyone! Thanks for all of the reviews for the last chapter. This is it, as soon as I beg for reviews at the end, we're done. Thanks to everyone whose put up with me and my funky update schedual through the whole story. And thanks to all of the reivewers. You guys are the best.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside the Corinthos Penthouse
The first thing that hit them was the smell. It was something that they hadn't ever come in contact with. Its smelled as though someone had died and then been cooked in the penthouse.
Though, for all they knew, Sonny could have very well killed Carly.
Francis stood, as usual, outside the door standing guard. He had a look on his face that proved that the smell was nothing new. And had most likely been created by Carly's latest adventures in cooking. Jason nodded his head to the poor guard. "Hey Francis. How'd he take it?" Jason questioned, refering to Sonny. The last time Carly had cooked, she'd destroyed his favorite skillet, and Jason could have sworn he had seen a tear in Sonny's eye.
"Better than expected. I think he blames himself. You know, for not leaving a guard outside the door." Francis told him. Dillon rolled his eyes. He'd spent a lot of time with the mobster, but Sonny's love for his kitchen was something that he would never understand. Courtney, however, was looking pained. She knew her brother too well.
"And Carly?" Jason asked him.
"Do you mean, is she alive?" Francis asked with a smile. "Yeah, she is. But I think she's sleeping on the couch tonight." He said with a laugh.
Dillon groaned, he knew they shouldn't have gone to the Quartermaines. After Jason had gotten the call they'd all attacked the food. There wasn't anything left. With the exception of cranberry sauce. Since Sonny had been out to get cranberries, they thought it might be okay to eat his. Besides, they had to eat something of the Corinthos dinner. So they might as well go with the safest thing. Though, Dillon was seriously contemplating eating some of the stuff Carly had gotten her hands on. All he had left to decide was if he wanted to get out of school that much. Also if he liked the hospital enough to stay there. "Should we go in? I mean, if Sonny's in the process of killing Carly, don't you think we should wait. I mean, for privacy." He suggested.
Courtney laughed, but knew that Dillon had only been half joking. "I think its safe." She assured him.
Jason nodded to Francis before opening the door. "Oh god."
If they thought the smell was bad outside the penthouse, clearly they hadn't gotten the full effect. Courtney's eyes teared up as Dillon gagged. Michael sat on the couch, plugging his nose as he watched the television. "Unlce Jason!" the little boy ran up, nose forgotten, and launched himself into his uncle's waiting arms.
"Mommy made a mess." Michael whispered into Jason's ear when they hugged. Courtney heard the little boy's stage whisper and laughed.
"Michael sweetie, where's your mom?" She asked him.
Michael shook his head towards the stairs before burrowing into Jason's chest, clearly hoping that he could block the stench. Courtney started up the steps and Dillon ventured into the kitchen.
Sonny was in the middle of the room attempting to remove burnt pieces of what Dillon thought was a pumpkin pie. "You okay? I mean, no tears over lost cook wear right?"
"I'm fine. My soup pot will never be the same though." Sonny said. He, very much like Michael had done minutes before, nodded his head to the ceiling. Dillon looked up to see brown splatters all over the ceiling of the kitchen.
"Wow, what happened?" he asked, curious as to how soup got up there.
"No clue, Carly said it just gushed up. She said it was like the Old Faithful of New York." Sonny said as he shook his head. Clearly he didn't find the comparison funny.
Dillon winced. "So, whats safe to eat?" he asked, hoping to get the full disclosure on the food choices.
Sonny stopped fishing out the burnt bits from the soupy like pumpkin. "Well, the cranberry sauce is okay. I just made it. The peas were okay too, I just had to fish out the exploded ones. Brussel sprouts were also okay, she tried to microwave them and succeded in cooking them perfectly." Sonny stopped for a moment to shake his head in wonder. "Turkey is okay, the center of it at least. I wouldn't go near anything towards the top of the bird or the immediate layers around it. The gravey was unsaveable so I made a new potfull with some leftovers. The corn, um, well, theres not going to be any corn. We have bread and butter. The soup, as you can see, is gone. The stuffing is gone too. I think this pie shouldn't be eaten. I don't know how she did it, but theres burnt bits swimming in raw pumpkin." Sonny concluded.
"So, for the recap, good foods to eat are cranberry sauce, peas, brussel sprouts, the center of the turkey, the gravey, and bread." Dillon stated as he examined the soup pot. The edges of it were melted.
"Exaclty."
Jason walked into the room, "Is that soup on the ceiling?" he asked with her forehead scrunching up in confusement.
"Yeah, don't ask." Dillon told him. "So, whens dinner?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Corinthos Penthouse, Twenty Minutes Later
Carly sat very quietly as they surveied the food. None of it looked especially yummy. With the exception of cranberry sauce and brussel sprouts. Michael was looking depressed after he found out the prognosis on his pumpkin pie. Jason had his mask on, probably to make sure he didn't let any looks of disgust break free. Courtney, however, was putting on a brave smile for her sake.
"We are thankful for the food we have. And the health of the family members sitting with us. Amen." Sonny said as a very short prayer. He didn't want to embellish very much. Besides, those where the things he was most thankful for.
Everyone dug in with mild enthusasm. In fact, everyone seemed to rather want to eye the food than eat it.
Jason was the first person to go for it. He filled his plate and started right in on the food. "The brussel sprouts are amazing Carly. Better than Sonny's." he complimented with a smile. He could tell she felt awful for messing the meal up.
Sonny was next, he too filled his plate as Carly watched amazed. The started to chomp down on turkey as Courtney dove into the bowl of peas.
Carly's smile got even bigger. She seemed to be touched that they were all doing this for her.
Dillon saw what they were doing. They could have made fun of her, or complained about the condition of their meal. But no one did. Even Michael had caught on. They were doing this because they were family.
This was the family he had come into. The least likely group of people were all stuffed in a room together. And they were family.
Dillon lifted his plate and began to pile food on to it like everyone else. Carly turned to him and smiled at him.
Yeah, he was apart of the family too.
And he couldn't have been more thankful for them all.
Finished! Okay, I couldn't resist ending it like that. But I thought it was cute. So, once again, thank you for reading this. And thank you to the reviewers.
One last time here guys! Review, please. For old times sake!
Hello everyone! Thanks for all of the reviews for the last chapter. This is it, as soon as I beg for reviews at the end, we're done. Thanks to everyone whose put up with me and my funky update schedual through the whole story. And thanks to all of the reivewers. You guys are the best.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Outside the Corinthos Penthouse
The first thing that hit them was the smell. It was something that they hadn't ever come in contact with. Its smelled as though someone had died and then been cooked in the penthouse.
Though, for all they knew, Sonny could have very well killed Carly.
Francis stood, as usual, outside the door standing guard. He had a look on his face that proved that the smell was nothing new. And had most likely been created by Carly's latest adventures in cooking. Jason nodded his head to the poor guard. "Hey Francis. How'd he take it?" Jason questioned, refering to Sonny. The last time Carly had cooked, she'd destroyed his favorite skillet, and Jason could have sworn he had seen a tear in Sonny's eye.
"Better than expected. I think he blames himself. You know, for not leaving a guard outside the door." Francis told him. Dillon rolled his eyes. He'd spent a lot of time with the mobster, but Sonny's love for his kitchen was something that he would never understand. Courtney, however, was looking pained. She knew her brother too well.
"And Carly?" Jason asked him.
"Do you mean, is she alive?" Francis asked with a smile. "Yeah, she is. But I think she's sleeping on the couch tonight." He said with a laugh.
Dillon groaned, he knew they shouldn't have gone to the Quartermaines. After Jason had gotten the call they'd all attacked the food. There wasn't anything left. With the exception of cranberry sauce. Since Sonny had been out to get cranberries, they thought it might be okay to eat his. Besides, they had to eat something of the Corinthos dinner. So they might as well go with the safest thing. Though, Dillon was seriously contemplating eating some of the stuff Carly had gotten her hands on. All he had left to decide was if he wanted to get out of school that much. Also if he liked the hospital enough to stay there. "Should we go in? I mean, if Sonny's in the process of killing Carly, don't you think we should wait. I mean, for privacy." He suggested.
Courtney laughed, but knew that Dillon had only been half joking. "I think its safe." She assured him.
Jason nodded to Francis before opening the door. "Oh god."
If they thought the smell was bad outside the penthouse, clearly they hadn't gotten the full effect. Courtney's eyes teared up as Dillon gagged. Michael sat on the couch, plugging his nose as he watched the television. "Unlce Jason!" the little boy ran up, nose forgotten, and launched himself into his uncle's waiting arms.
"Mommy made a mess." Michael whispered into Jason's ear when they hugged. Courtney heard the little boy's stage whisper and laughed.
"Michael sweetie, where's your mom?" She asked him.
Michael shook his head towards the stairs before burrowing into Jason's chest, clearly hoping that he could block the stench. Courtney started up the steps and Dillon ventured into the kitchen.
Sonny was in the middle of the room attempting to remove burnt pieces of what Dillon thought was a pumpkin pie. "You okay? I mean, no tears over lost cook wear right?"
"I'm fine. My soup pot will never be the same though." Sonny said. He, very much like Michael had done minutes before, nodded his head to the ceiling. Dillon looked up to see brown splatters all over the ceiling of the kitchen.
"Wow, what happened?" he asked, curious as to how soup got up there.
"No clue, Carly said it just gushed up. She said it was like the Old Faithful of New York." Sonny said as he shook his head. Clearly he didn't find the comparison funny.
Dillon winced. "So, whats safe to eat?" he asked, hoping to get the full disclosure on the food choices.
Sonny stopped fishing out the burnt bits from the soupy like pumpkin. "Well, the cranberry sauce is okay. I just made it. The peas were okay too, I just had to fish out the exploded ones. Brussel sprouts were also okay, she tried to microwave them and succeded in cooking them perfectly." Sonny stopped for a moment to shake his head in wonder. "Turkey is okay, the center of it at least. I wouldn't go near anything towards the top of the bird or the immediate layers around it. The gravey was unsaveable so I made a new potfull with some leftovers. The corn, um, well, theres not going to be any corn. We have bread and butter. The soup, as you can see, is gone. The stuffing is gone too. I think this pie shouldn't be eaten. I don't know how she did it, but theres burnt bits swimming in raw pumpkin." Sonny concluded.
"So, for the recap, good foods to eat are cranberry sauce, peas, brussel sprouts, the center of the turkey, the gravey, and bread." Dillon stated as he examined the soup pot. The edges of it were melted.
"Exaclty."
Jason walked into the room, "Is that soup on the ceiling?" he asked with her forehead scrunching up in confusement.
"Yeah, don't ask." Dillon told him. "So, whens dinner?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Corinthos Penthouse, Twenty Minutes Later
Carly sat very quietly as they surveied the food. None of it looked especially yummy. With the exception of cranberry sauce and brussel sprouts. Michael was looking depressed after he found out the prognosis on his pumpkin pie. Jason had his mask on, probably to make sure he didn't let any looks of disgust break free. Courtney, however, was putting on a brave smile for her sake.
"We are thankful for the food we have. And the health of the family members sitting with us. Amen." Sonny said as a very short prayer. He didn't want to embellish very much. Besides, those where the things he was most thankful for.
Everyone dug in with mild enthusasm. In fact, everyone seemed to rather want to eye the food than eat it.
Jason was the first person to go for it. He filled his plate and started right in on the food. "The brussel sprouts are amazing Carly. Better than Sonny's." he complimented with a smile. He could tell she felt awful for messing the meal up.
Sonny was next, he too filled his plate as Carly watched amazed. The started to chomp down on turkey as Courtney dove into the bowl of peas.
Carly's smile got even bigger. She seemed to be touched that they were all doing this for her.
Dillon saw what they were doing. They could have made fun of her, or complained about the condition of their meal. But no one did. Even Michael had caught on. They were doing this because they were family.
This was the family he had come into. The least likely group of people were all stuffed in a room together. And they were family.
Dillon lifted his plate and began to pile food on to it like everyone else. Carly turned to him and smiled at him.
Yeah, he was apart of the family too.
And he couldn't have been more thankful for them all.
Finished! Okay, I couldn't resist ending it like that. But I thought it was cute. So, once again, thank you for reading this. And thank you to the reviewers.
One last time here guys! Review, please. For old times sake!