Chicpinay- Thank you for your kind words, they mean much to me. Truth be told about Faith. I really didn't even plan on her being in the story, but I DO love writing the evil women, they're so much fun, so she managed to get in my good graces. As for Damian and Sonny. look for them to have some words soon enough. was that cryptic enough? Well, I hope you continue to enjoy!

Maxie had managed to keep herself contained during her shift at the hospital. She knew that Georgie and Dillon were there watching her. She was thankful that she had people who cared about her so much to worry over something as infinitesimal as her relationship woes, but she also wanted her space. Good intentions or not, they weren't giving her that. She was walking down the street to her home when she turned the corner and almost ran into someone. "Hey, watch it!" The voice said as Maxie managed to stop herself.

"I'm so." She looked up and saw Kyle, his arm around another girl. "Kyle?"

"You should watch where you're going, Maxie," Kyle said in the meanest tone he could possibly make his voice sound. "Some people might say that you're doing that whole "dumb blonde" stereotype a whole lot of justice."

"What. what are you doing?" She asked, her eyes constantly fluxing between him and the girl who was snuggling up against him.

Kyle snickered, "Isn't it obvious? I'm taking my girlfriend out on a date." Kyle and his girl of the week walked away.

The girl turned her head back and looked at Maxie before getting closer to Kyle, "Who was that?"

"Just some girl I know," Kyle answered, making sure that it was loud enough for Maxie to hear him. "Don't worry about it, she isn't important."

Maxie's tears ran down her cheeks the minute he was around the corner. She was lucky that he wasn't able to see her, she was a mess. "I hate you, Kyle." She muttered as she ran the rest of the way home, breathing in- between violent sobs.

Elsewhere-

Seeing Sonny in a nice suit was not something most people would find alarming. He almost always looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. Carly was no different, she could wear clothes that were purchased at a second hand store and make them look like they were worth so much more. But still she looked radiant in her sparkling navy blue dress. When they were on the dance floor it was like they owned it. The people around them were more intimated by their intimacy with one another than they were intimated by the reputations that both Carly and Sonny had amassed since they first came to Port Charles. Carly leaned against her husband's shoulder, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Not in the last five minutes, no," Sonny gently ran his hand through her hair.

"This just feels right, Sonny. No guards, being out in the open without having to worry about your enemies. It's what I always wanted. My own perfect little world. You, me, the boys, we can all just be a happy family now."

"I'm sorry that you had to wait so long," Sonny picked her up by the chin, "You deserve all the happiness in the world. I only wish I could have given it to you sooner." Husband and wife embraced gently as they swayed to the music. Carly pulled her head back and stared into Sonny's eyes. She could get lost in them and still feel safe, something that she could only do on rare occasions. "Carly?"

She shook her head, "Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"About what?"

She gave an uncomfortable smile, not sure how to answer the question. "This is going to sound really silly, but you don't have any family coming for a visit, do you?"

Sonny looked at her, "You mean Mike or Courtney?" He left out Ric. His half brother would never come for a mere visit. A false accusation and an arrest based entirely on speculation was much more Ric's style."

"No. No, I mean any family that doesn't live here in Port Charles already."

He didn't have much family outside of those that were already in town. "Not that I'm aware of, why?"

"I'm sure it's nothing," She said shaking her head, "It's just. when I was at Kelly's with Michael I saw some kid that looked really familiar. At first I couldn't think of what, but right now when I saw you I saw him again. I was thinking it might be a cousin or something. Maybe he just has that kind of face, you know?"

"You sure you're feeling okay?"

"What, do you think I'm seeing you in the faces of other men? Please, Sonny, he was just a teenager!"

"I didn't mean that, Carly. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm sorry," Carly sighed, "It's just I remembered how much you hated what happened with." She stopped herself.

"You can say it," Sonny said, "I'm over it."

"With Lorenzo."

"I do hate what happened between you and Lorenzo. I hate that you thought you were in love with that man because you were so afraid of what I could do to you. I hate that you responded more to him being around you while you were in that coma than you did with me. I hate that you missed weeks of holding Morgan in your arms, and when you finally could not feeling any connection. I hate that it all happened because of me."

Carly took his hand and walked him over to their table, having this conversation on the dance floor was highly uncalled for. "Stop blaming yourself for everything. There are so many other people that are to blame for what happened. Ric, Lorenzo. Me. You're not the only one at fault." She brushed his hand with her own, "And even with everything that happened to you, to me, to us. we still together. We still love each other. We can see our sons grow up and make lives for themselves. Sonny, if I had to have it all happen again just for you to get out of the business I would. A few weeks in a coma and some more of therapy were a small price to pay for the newfound happiness that we've found together." She then gripped his hand to reassure him of their bond, "How about we go home and read Michael a bedtime story."

"I thought this was supposed to be a day where it was just the two of us."

Carly laughed, "We're only fooling ourselves if we try and think that the children don't control every aspect for our lives. Now and forever we are the parents of our sons."

"Is that really what you want to do?" Sonny wondered

She nodded, "As long as I'm with you it doesn't matter if we're dancing the night away our watching our children sleep. I'll be happy if you never leave me."

Sonny kissed her hand and got up, "Let's go."

Near the docks-

Damian walked towards the phone booth and pulled out the calling card that he just bought. It was less costly than calling his grandparents collect, and he knew that they would be worried about him, they always were. Damian picked up the receiver as he dialed the painfully long 800 number followed by the code on the card and then his grandparent's number back in Los Angeles. The phone rang and someone picked up within a few rings, "Papi?" He asked, "Hi. Yeah, it's me. Sorry I didn't call you yesterday, but I was busy getting used to my new place. No, it's not that small. I have my own bathroom and bedroom, so I can't complain. How's Nana? Did she? I told her not to cry when I was gone. Where is she now? Grocery Shopping? No, nothing's wrong, I just wanted to see how the two of you were doing. Yes, I promise that I'm not getting homesick. I know you didn't want me to leave, but I needed to. Yes, I'm pretty sure I made the right decision. Okay, I'll try and call again later just to see if she's home yet. Love you, too, Papi. Bye." The young man put the phone back down and leaned his head against the wall. Did he sound that nervous? It wasn't that he wanted to go home, he couldn't do that. He was still disappointed in himself. He saw the strange woman in black walking past, this time with a man in a suit close by. She had spoken with his father earlier, perhaps they were going to speak again. If that were true how would he know that he wouldn't choke like he did before? There was only one way to find out. When Faith was a comfortable distance away he started to follow her.

Docks-

"You'd better have a good reason for calling me here," Faith said as she approached the man staring into the water, his back turned to her. "I'm a busy lady."

"Busy in the bed or out?" Lorenzo asked, his deep blue eyes looking into Faith.

She laughed, "Not that it's any of your business, but a little of both. You're more than welcome to get a spot on either card, or both, if you would like."

"Thank you for the offer, but no."

She pretended to pout, "Never say I didn't at least offer my services."

"You've done that plenty of times in the past, Faith. And only on the rarest of occasions do I ever take you up on anything you have to offer." He looked at Zander, "I asked you to come alone."

Faith smiled, "I gave my guard dog his break for the day. He only gets one. Never let it be said I'm a total slave driver."

"Let me guess," Lorenzo started, "You gave Mr. Smith over there his time off while you and Sonny had an impromptu meeting here."

"You stalking me now?" Faith asked.

"Stalking isn't my style, but I have more than enough people in my employment that find it right up their alley." Lorenzo took a few steps towards Faith, "I believe I warned you about trying to weasel your way into Sonny's empire. I applaud your gusto for slaughtering the five families, it took guts that I'm not even sure I would have had."

"A compliment?" Faith giggled, "And it isn't even my birthday."

"I can assure you that I have no trouble ending people who get in my way," Lorenzo bluntly commented, "Even those that I might have the smallest amount of respect for." He saw Zander take a few steps forward, "You can keep your distance, Zander. If I intended on ending the life of you or your employer rest assured that it would have already been done. Let me get to the point, Faith. My ban on Sonny and anyone associated with him still stands. If you so much as raise a finger or give the order to do anything that would cause physical or emotional pain to Carly I will see to it that you are punished in a way that will keep you alive, but you will wish that you were dead."

"Fine," Faith said, rolling her eyes. "We could have had something great, Lorenzo."

"Only until you got what you wanted, and then you'd kill me."

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I try and keep the cute ones around as long as I can." She whistled and Zander turned his head, "Come on, lap dog. We're done here."

"Mr. Alcazar?"

"Yes?" Lorenzo said as he heard one of his men call his name.

"I stayed out of sight like you ordered me to, sir." The man came out of the shadows, holding Damian in a full nelson hold, "But it appears I wasn't the only one trying to stay cloaked."

Lorenzo looked at the boy, "I knew Faith liked them young, but this is a bit much."

"I don't work for that lady," Damian said. He would have laughed at the fact that all the fear he felt when he saw Sonny, and his life wasn't threatened, was gone. Of course, laughing right now would probably prove foolish.

"So you just randomly follow around women at night?"

"Something like that."

Lorenzo looked at his employee. "Al, let him go. He isn't a threat to us." Al did as he was told. Damian rubbed his arms as Lorenzo walked up to him, "I don't know why I trust you, boy, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt for now. Do yourself a very big favor and stay away from Faith Roscoe. Nothing good amounts from being around her, believe me."

"I can take care of myself," Damian said confidently.

Lorenzo laughed, "Your track record so far isn't coming up favorable. If we should ever meet again I certainly hope it is under better circumstances, because I won't be so nice otherwise."

Damian watched the two men walk away. He couldn't help but wonder what went on in Port Charles behind the scenes.