I'll start off this with addressing comments and whatnot from reviews-
Holly- My thanks for your kind words on my style, spelling, and grammar. I've grown quite a bit since I began my fanfiction career. Believe me, if you check some of my old stuff the spelling and especially the grammar were horrid.
Priscilla- I'm sorry that I can't appease to your Liason needs, but I wasn't watching back then and I try and keep some of the stuff as current as possible. Forgive this shortcoming, I hope you continue to read and enjoy.
I don't know if I'll be able to update within a day like I did with this part. Final's week is coming fast and I've got a paper to write, let alone other projects. Worry not, I don't intend on stopping this right away, but please bear with me for I know how annoying a long wait for an update can be. Truth be told this is the first time I've ever done a multi-chaptered story where each chapter wasn't its own story in itself. That make any sense? Hope it did.
Chapter 2-
The cool summer morning awoke Damian, who was wearing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. It would more than likely be rather hot in Los Angeles, even this early in the morning. The fact that he could open the window and poke his head out of it without letting in an insane amount of heat into his room was a welcome change. His mind instantly thought of the wintertime. It snowed in New York. He had never been in the snow during his entire life. There was that one time that he and his family had visited Disneyland during the Holiday Season, when the park incorporated fake snow for the occasion, but it was not true snow. His momentary feeling of glee quickly faded away as he forced himself to not think of such things, at least not yet. Finding his father and doing well in school were the most important things. The former taking priority at the moment since there was still some time before PCU Fall classes began. Damian ran his hand through his hair and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.
Not long after he was back inside Kelly's. To his surprise Elizabeth was working again. She saw him and waved. He walked up, "Not to sound mean, but is there ever a time when you're not working?"
"You know I find myself asking the same question from time to time. The final answer: No, not really." There were very few people inside at the moment, and they had all been helped. It gave her time for an all too rare but always welcome break. "Did you sleep well?"
"Can't complain. In fact it was the first time in a long while that I got a good rest. I think it was jetlag or something."
"You want some breakfast?"
"I rarely eat breakfast," He replied, "Never bought into that whole 'most important meal of the day' campaign. I think it was just some ploy to sell pop-tarts and orange juice. But you could help me if you could tell me where I'd be able to find a local newspaper."
"Just outside, actually." Elizabeth said, "Job hunting?"
"Rent doesn't pay for itself. Besides, it'll give me something to do that may give impressionable people the illusion that I have a life." He grinned, "Always wondered what that would feel like." He pushed himself off the counter and started to walk out, "See you later, Elizabeth."
As he walked outside he didn't even take note of the two teenagers who were sitting at a table nearby.
"No, I didn't have fun at all last night, Kyle! You totally left me alone almost right after we got there. You know I don't really feel comfortable when I'm around your friends and you're not there with me." The girl was quiet for a moment, but it was obvious she was less than pleased with whoever Kyle was. "What'd you do without me?"
"Nothing, Maxie!" Kyle was quick to defend himself, even if it was a lie. "Me and some of the other guys just decided to have some guy fun for a bit. And, frankly, you're not a guy, so."
Maxie made a sound of sheer disappointment, "I knew you were a lot of things, Kyle, and not many of them were good. But I never thought you were this bad!"
Kyle's temper was now flaring, "Maxie, you're making a really big deal out of nothing! God, why do you have to be such a drama queen?"
"Forgive me for growing up!" She snapped back.
"Candy striping has gone to your head, you know that? You know why you started, remember? Because I told you to! Because you wanted to stop being treated like the bad girl! Well, it looks like you got your wish!"
"I'm doing something that I really like doing and helping a lot of people along the way! I'm sorry if I can do something with my life that's worthwhile, Kyle. I know that's a concept that is well beyond you." To that, Kyle became so angry that he flipped his chair back and stormed off in a huff. Maxie knew she had crossed a line, and she was quite sorry that she did it. "Kyle!" She yelled out, trying to get his attention again, but he wasn't hearing her. It made him extremely bitter that all the time he had spent during his high school years partying and doing drugs, activities that he still partook in on a regular basis, had ultimately ended his chances of getting out of Port Charles. No college would accept him with the grades he pulled in, and not even the Radcliffe money could sway the system in his favor. It was one of the only times when he couldn't buy his way into what he wanted. He obviously wasn't taking it well. Maxie, on the other hand, had done her fair share of growing up, and it did start with becoming a Candy Striper at General Hospital. At first it wasn't with the best of intentions, and she allowed Kyle to exploit her and the trust the Hospital had placed in her. What had started out as something done involuntarily over time became something that Maxie enjoyed doing. Her grades had even improved, although part of that was thanks to the help that Georgie gave her. Maxie owed her little sister more than she could ever hope to repay. She wasn't going to a university, but she was going to continue her education, hoping to get grades that were high enough for her to get accepted into PCU. Now, however, Maxie was just a girl who had hurt the boy she really cared for.
Damian had paid them no attention at first. It wasn't in his nature to eavesdrop into other people's conversations. Once their voices raised, and especially when he heard the sound of the chair being thrown to the ground, he turned and looked. He was fortunate enough to rarely see verbal and physical confrontations in his life, but those that he did see were truly unnerving. The parents of one of his best friends had a relationship like that. Their mother's were also good friends, and they lived close to one another. Damian's mind flashed back to that time when he was awoken late one night by a frantic pounding on the door. When they opened it she came in, her lip bleeding and her eye swelling up. At first he didn't know what it meant, but the image still haunted him, and he managed to piece together the clues later on.
He picked up the chair, "Are you okay?"
Maxie looked up at the young stranger, "Yes, I'm fine." She picked up her purse and took off in the opposite direction that Kyle had taken off towards. He thought of following her to make sure, but he did not wish to alarm her with tendencies that could possibly be viewed as stalker-like. He sat at the table that the young couple had engaged in their altercation and browsed through the help wanted section.
Corinthos Household-
Michael Corinthos had just woken from his nap and was walking down the stairs when he saw his father sitting on the couch. Michael loved his father, even though there were many times when Sonny was a mystery to him, and times when he was downright scary. Still, there was nothing that could make Sonny not be his daddy. The boy smiled as he ran into Sonny's arms, "Daddy!"
Sonny tossed down the magazine he was reading onto the table in order to greet his son. "When'd you get up?" He asked with a smile. Now that he was out of the business Michael and his newborn son Morgan were two of the most important parts of his life. He had spent so much time putting them and Carly in danger without thinking about the consequences. One bullet to his wife's head that almost killed her and left her in a coma changed that. It caused Sonny to do something that he rarely did, evaluate his life. Michael wasn't his child, not by blood, but that didn't matter to Sonny, Carly, or Michael. The only one's who cared about Michael's true lineage were the Quartermaines, and that family only wished to taint Michael's purity and twist him into their mold. The fourth generation of Quartermaines that would further insure the family's prosperity in Port Charles. Sonny and Carly didn't want that, neither did Jason, one of the few members of that family who came out without a huge chip on his shoulder, even if it took brain damage to do it. Sonny was so deep in his thoughts that he failed to hear his son continually calling out to him, but when he did hear Michael's voice he instantly looked at the boy. "Sorry, Mike, I was thinking about something."
"Is something wrong with mommy again?" The boy wondered.
"What makes you think that?"
Michael was a bright boy, he caught on quick, "Just when mommy had the accident and you were always afraid that she wouldn't be okay. you used to think a lot. You had that look again."
Sonny smiled, "You want to know what I was thinking about?" Michael's face lit up with excitement as he nodded frantically. "I was thinking about how much I love you, your baby brother, and your mommy. How much the three of you bring to my life every day." Sonny hugged Michael tightly, "And how grateful I am for that every day of my life."
"Where is mommy?"
"Out shopping. You know how much she loves to shop." It was true. Carly did have a very strong inclination towards spending money. Sonny didn't mind that much. He had more than enough to satisfy even her materialism. "She'll be back soon," Sonny assured Michael, knowing that the question would come next. Sonny's cell phone went off in his pocket. Michael moved and gave him the room he needed to reach into his pocket and get it out. "Yeah?"
The voice on the other end spoke to him, "Faith wishes to speak with you."
Sonny sighed with a roll of his eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you people this, Zander? Tell her that I'm out of the business and anything she needs to address should be addressed to Jason, not me."
Zander had his orders, "She says it is very important, and she has no intention of speaking to your puppet, Sonny." They were both silent for a moment before Zander added, "I'd suggest you meet her."
Sonny gave it some thought, "Fine, where?"
"The docks. There is no reason for you to bring a weapon, it will only be you and my benefactor. Don't bring any of your other underlings."
"I'll be there soon," Sonny said as he closed his phone. His mind wondered what that sadistic bitch could want, but he dare not mention anything in front of Michael.
"Daddy?"
Sonny got up from the couch, "Mike, why don't you go upstairs and have Leticia make you something to eat. Daddy has to go do something, but I'll be back soon enough. If you need anything you know you can go to Aunt Courtney or Uncle Jason, right?" Michael nodded his conformation. "That's my boy!" He put on a face as he watched his son rush up the stairs to his room. When Michael was out of sight, Sonny's face was dead serious. He grabbed his jacket and walked out.
Port Charles Pier-
Some time later Faith Roscoe, the self-coined "Black Widow" stood on the edge of the pier in her black jacket waiting for the only other person who posed a reasonable threat against her up and coming drug empire. She was beautiful, cunning, and seductive, but she couldn't mask that cold heart that would do anything to gain power. She had something in common with Sonny, the drive to work from the bottom up. With Sonny at the top of the hill. he would need to stumble and fall. She heard steps and looked over. Sonny looked at her, she smiled. He remained un-amused, "I'm surprised you came."
"Zander made it pretty obvious that you weren't going to take no for an answer," Sonny answered. "Besides, I think you need to hear this one last time from me, Faith. I am out. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm not doing this anymore. I'm not risking myself or my family ever again."
Faith walked up to him and got in his face, "Maybe you need to hear this from me one more time, too. No one gets out of this life, Sonny. Not even you."
"Would you just say whatever it is you want to say to me so that both of us can get on with our lives?"
"I'm going to give you a choice, Sonny. I want this territory, and I know that you stand in my way. The Five Families stood in my way, and now look at them. I'd hate to need the same treatment be applied to you in order to deal with you. After all, who would be a father to your sons? You can't expect Uncle Jason to step in. We both know that he'll fall before he lets you take the long dirt nap." Faith looked at him with her eyes burning into his mind, "Do us both a favor and take the easy way out, not the path that will lead to you being dragged away in a body bag."
"Have you ever had someone tape a conversation with you, Faith? Maybe if someone did and played it back to you. you'd finally realize how much you love to ramble. Jason takes care of anything and everything now. You have a proposition to make? You make it with him, not with me."
Faith decided that the conversation was becoming futile, she took a few steps back and started on her way. "They always said that Sonny Corinthos was too stubborn a man to ever yield, even when everything looked like it was against him. I knew they were right, but I didn't know how right they were. Until now. I gave you your chance, let's hope that you don't regret the choice that you made."
"I won't," Sonny said, his face completely blank. Faith walked off one way and Sonny watched her go before turning the other way. He looked up the steps and saw a kid standing there, looking at him in the strangest way. "Got a problem, kid?"
Damian froze. This was his father?
Holly- My thanks for your kind words on my style, spelling, and grammar. I've grown quite a bit since I began my fanfiction career. Believe me, if you check some of my old stuff the spelling and especially the grammar were horrid.
Priscilla- I'm sorry that I can't appease to your Liason needs, but I wasn't watching back then and I try and keep some of the stuff as current as possible. Forgive this shortcoming, I hope you continue to read and enjoy.
I don't know if I'll be able to update within a day like I did with this part. Final's week is coming fast and I've got a paper to write, let alone other projects. Worry not, I don't intend on stopping this right away, but please bear with me for I know how annoying a long wait for an update can be. Truth be told this is the first time I've ever done a multi-chaptered story where each chapter wasn't its own story in itself. That make any sense? Hope it did.
Chapter 2-
The cool summer morning awoke Damian, who was wearing nothing more than a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. It would more than likely be rather hot in Los Angeles, even this early in the morning. The fact that he could open the window and poke his head out of it without letting in an insane amount of heat into his room was a welcome change. His mind instantly thought of the wintertime. It snowed in New York. He had never been in the snow during his entire life. There was that one time that he and his family had visited Disneyland during the Holiday Season, when the park incorporated fake snow for the occasion, but it was not true snow. His momentary feeling of glee quickly faded away as he forced himself to not think of such things, at least not yet. Finding his father and doing well in school were the most important things. The former taking priority at the moment since there was still some time before PCU Fall classes began. Damian ran his hand through his hair and got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.
Not long after he was back inside Kelly's. To his surprise Elizabeth was working again. She saw him and waved. He walked up, "Not to sound mean, but is there ever a time when you're not working?"
"You know I find myself asking the same question from time to time. The final answer: No, not really." There were very few people inside at the moment, and they had all been helped. It gave her time for an all too rare but always welcome break. "Did you sleep well?"
"Can't complain. In fact it was the first time in a long while that I got a good rest. I think it was jetlag or something."
"You want some breakfast?"
"I rarely eat breakfast," He replied, "Never bought into that whole 'most important meal of the day' campaign. I think it was just some ploy to sell pop-tarts and orange juice. But you could help me if you could tell me where I'd be able to find a local newspaper."
"Just outside, actually." Elizabeth said, "Job hunting?"
"Rent doesn't pay for itself. Besides, it'll give me something to do that may give impressionable people the illusion that I have a life." He grinned, "Always wondered what that would feel like." He pushed himself off the counter and started to walk out, "See you later, Elizabeth."
As he walked outside he didn't even take note of the two teenagers who were sitting at a table nearby.
"No, I didn't have fun at all last night, Kyle! You totally left me alone almost right after we got there. You know I don't really feel comfortable when I'm around your friends and you're not there with me." The girl was quiet for a moment, but it was obvious she was less than pleased with whoever Kyle was. "What'd you do without me?"
"Nothing, Maxie!" Kyle was quick to defend himself, even if it was a lie. "Me and some of the other guys just decided to have some guy fun for a bit. And, frankly, you're not a guy, so."
Maxie made a sound of sheer disappointment, "I knew you were a lot of things, Kyle, and not many of them were good. But I never thought you were this bad!"
Kyle's temper was now flaring, "Maxie, you're making a really big deal out of nothing! God, why do you have to be such a drama queen?"
"Forgive me for growing up!" She snapped back.
"Candy striping has gone to your head, you know that? You know why you started, remember? Because I told you to! Because you wanted to stop being treated like the bad girl! Well, it looks like you got your wish!"
"I'm doing something that I really like doing and helping a lot of people along the way! I'm sorry if I can do something with my life that's worthwhile, Kyle. I know that's a concept that is well beyond you." To that, Kyle became so angry that he flipped his chair back and stormed off in a huff. Maxie knew she had crossed a line, and she was quite sorry that she did it. "Kyle!" She yelled out, trying to get his attention again, but he wasn't hearing her. It made him extremely bitter that all the time he had spent during his high school years partying and doing drugs, activities that he still partook in on a regular basis, had ultimately ended his chances of getting out of Port Charles. No college would accept him with the grades he pulled in, and not even the Radcliffe money could sway the system in his favor. It was one of the only times when he couldn't buy his way into what he wanted. He obviously wasn't taking it well. Maxie, on the other hand, had done her fair share of growing up, and it did start with becoming a Candy Striper at General Hospital. At first it wasn't with the best of intentions, and she allowed Kyle to exploit her and the trust the Hospital had placed in her. What had started out as something done involuntarily over time became something that Maxie enjoyed doing. Her grades had even improved, although part of that was thanks to the help that Georgie gave her. Maxie owed her little sister more than she could ever hope to repay. She wasn't going to a university, but she was going to continue her education, hoping to get grades that were high enough for her to get accepted into PCU. Now, however, Maxie was just a girl who had hurt the boy she really cared for.
Damian had paid them no attention at first. It wasn't in his nature to eavesdrop into other people's conversations. Once their voices raised, and especially when he heard the sound of the chair being thrown to the ground, he turned and looked. He was fortunate enough to rarely see verbal and physical confrontations in his life, but those that he did see were truly unnerving. The parents of one of his best friends had a relationship like that. Their mother's were also good friends, and they lived close to one another. Damian's mind flashed back to that time when he was awoken late one night by a frantic pounding on the door. When they opened it she came in, her lip bleeding and her eye swelling up. At first he didn't know what it meant, but the image still haunted him, and he managed to piece together the clues later on.
He picked up the chair, "Are you okay?"
Maxie looked up at the young stranger, "Yes, I'm fine." She picked up her purse and took off in the opposite direction that Kyle had taken off towards. He thought of following her to make sure, but he did not wish to alarm her with tendencies that could possibly be viewed as stalker-like. He sat at the table that the young couple had engaged in their altercation and browsed through the help wanted section.
Corinthos Household-
Michael Corinthos had just woken from his nap and was walking down the stairs when he saw his father sitting on the couch. Michael loved his father, even though there were many times when Sonny was a mystery to him, and times when he was downright scary. Still, there was nothing that could make Sonny not be his daddy. The boy smiled as he ran into Sonny's arms, "Daddy!"
Sonny tossed down the magazine he was reading onto the table in order to greet his son. "When'd you get up?" He asked with a smile. Now that he was out of the business Michael and his newborn son Morgan were two of the most important parts of his life. He had spent so much time putting them and Carly in danger without thinking about the consequences. One bullet to his wife's head that almost killed her and left her in a coma changed that. It caused Sonny to do something that he rarely did, evaluate his life. Michael wasn't his child, not by blood, but that didn't matter to Sonny, Carly, or Michael. The only one's who cared about Michael's true lineage were the Quartermaines, and that family only wished to taint Michael's purity and twist him into their mold. The fourth generation of Quartermaines that would further insure the family's prosperity in Port Charles. Sonny and Carly didn't want that, neither did Jason, one of the few members of that family who came out without a huge chip on his shoulder, even if it took brain damage to do it. Sonny was so deep in his thoughts that he failed to hear his son continually calling out to him, but when he did hear Michael's voice he instantly looked at the boy. "Sorry, Mike, I was thinking about something."
"Is something wrong with mommy again?" The boy wondered.
"What makes you think that?"
Michael was a bright boy, he caught on quick, "Just when mommy had the accident and you were always afraid that she wouldn't be okay. you used to think a lot. You had that look again."
Sonny smiled, "You want to know what I was thinking about?" Michael's face lit up with excitement as he nodded frantically. "I was thinking about how much I love you, your baby brother, and your mommy. How much the three of you bring to my life every day." Sonny hugged Michael tightly, "And how grateful I am for that every day of my life."
"Where is mommy?"
"Out shopping. You know how much she loves to shop." It was true. Carly did have a very strong inclination towards spending money. Sonny didn't mind that much. He had more than enough to satisfy even her materialism. "She'll be back soon," Sonny assured Michael, knowing that the question would come next. Sonny's cell phone went off in his pocket. Michael moved and gave him the room he needed to reach into his pocket and get it out. "Yeah?"
The voice on the other end spoke to him, "Faith wishes to speak with you."
Sonny sighed with a roll of his eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you people this, Zander? Tell her that I'm out of the business and anything she needs to address should be addressed to Jason, not me."
Zander had his orders, "She says it is very important, and she has no intention of speaking to your puppet, Sonny." They were both silent for a moment before Zander added, "I'd suggest you meet her."
Sonny gave it some thought, "Fine, where?"
"The docks. There is no reason for you to bring a weapon, it will only be you and my benefactor. Don't bring any of your other underlings."
"I'll be there soon," Sonny said as he closed his phone. His mind wondered what that sadistic bitch could want, but he dare not mention anything in front of Michael.
"Daddy?"
Sonny got up from the couch, "Mike, why don't you go upstairs and have Leticia make you something to eat. Daddy has to go do something, but I'll be back soon enough. If you need anything you know you can go to Aunt Courtney or Uncle Jason, right?" Michael nodded his conformation. "That's my boy!" He put on a face as he watched his son rush up the stairs to his room. When Michael was out of sight, Sonny's face was dead serious. He grabbed his jacket and walked out.
Port Charles Pier-
Some time later Faith Roscoe, the self-coined "Black Widow" stood on the edge of the pier in her black jacket waiting for the only other person who posed a reasonable threat against her up and coming drug empire. She was beautiful, cunning, and seductive, but she couldn't mask that cold heart that would do anything to gain power. She had something in common with Sonny, the drive to work from the bottom up. With Sonny at the top of the hill. he would need to stumble and fall. She heard steps and looked over. Sonny looked at her, she smiled. He remained un-amused, "I'm surprised you came."
"Zander made it pretty obvious that you weren't going to take no for an answer," Sonny answered. "Besides, I think you need to hear this one last time from me, Faith. I am out. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm not doing this anymore. I'm not risking myself or my family ever again."
Faith walked up to him and got in his face, "Maybe you need to hear this from me one more time, too. No one gets out of this life, Sonny. Not even you."
"Would you just say whatever it is you want to say to me so that both of us can get on with our lives?"
"I'm going to give you a choice, Sonny. I want this territory, and I know that you stand in my way. The Five Families stood in my way, and now look at them. I'd hate to need the same treatment be applied to you in order to deal with you. After all, who would be a father to your sons? You can't expect Uncle Jason to step in. We both know that he'll fall before he lets you take the long dirt nap." Faith looked at him with her eyes burning into his mind, "Do us both a favor and take the easy way out, not the path that will lead to you being dragged away in a body bag."
"Have you ever had someone tape a conversation with you, Faith? Maybe if someone did and played it back to you. you'd finally realize how much you love to ramble. Jason takes care of anything and everything now. You have a proposition to make? You make it with him, not with me."
Faith decided that the conversation was becoming futile, she took a few steps back and started on her way. "They always said that Sonny Corinthos was too stubborn a man to ever yield, even when everything looked like it was against him. I knew they were right, but I didn't know how right they were. Until now. I gave you your chance, let's hope that you don't regret the choice that you made."
"I won't," Sonny said, his face completely blank. Faith walked off one way and Sonny watched her go before turning the other way. He looked up the steps and saw a kid standing there, looking at him in the strangest way. "Got a problem, kid?"
Damian froze. This was his father?