I've realized that these chapters are getting shorter and shorter. Not that
I'm running out of things to write, but I'm doing the focus on one group of
characters, so there aren't as many points that I want to get across.
Please bear with me until I resolve such things and get back to (hopefully)
longer chapters. Anyway, onto responses,
Shamira- My word! Thank you so much for the HUGE review! I love feedback, and getting that much back made me quite happy! Like you I am a Sonny (Daddy!) Addict, it is hard not to be when the man's greatness cannot be ignored. I do love Carly as well, and am glad that you enjoy how I'm writing the focal characters of the show (although, honestly. it's getting a little much. My love for SC is so great, but show me some other characters, dammit!). Normally I don't like children, but something about Michael. I just love that kid! He's so cute. The line where he told Carly something like, "I know you and daddy fight, and sometimes he breaks things." I was laughing for a good minute. Never understood where he got red hair, though. AJ doesn't have red hair, Carly doesn't. meh, inconsistencies are a soap staple, so I will ignore it. I didn't even look at the Lorenzo line. it is a characterization error on my part, but I am glad you found amusement in it. Maybe he doesn't think he stalks her. Lorenzo is a twisted man. I love Faith a lot as well, she gets some of the best lines. Feel bad that Zander's pretty much been reduced to being eye candy, but it gives her more outlets for her comedy, so I can't complain. The Maxie thing will come to a head soon as well! Thank you so much for your kind words and input! I hope that you continue to enjoy!
Chicpinay- Don't think I'd forget you even with that huge blurb above! Yes, Faith is a very entertaining character to write. She's also very rewarding. One thing I didn't know I did was use 'both' twice. Shame on me. Still, your continued support is great, much thanks!
Story-
Damian was silent, his eyes burning into Sonny's soul. Sonny wanted answers, and when he wanted something he had a way of getting it, "Damian. why are you here? Did Ana send you to find me?"
Damian turned his eyes away, "You could say that." He had never heard anyone call his mother anything but Ana-Maria, "She's dead. She died six years ago."
"A little late for a notice for the funeral, don't you think?"
"That's not funny."
"It wasn't meant to be," Sonny snapped back, "You're avoiding telling me something, and we both know it. This would go a whole lot easier if you would just be upfront with me."
"Is that what you really want?" Damian asked.
"It's more effective than beating around the bush like you're doing with me right now. I want you to be honest."
"You're." Damian's voice was shaky and he stopped himself, taking a breath, "You're my father."
Sonny felt queasy the moment he heard Damian. His father? "That can't be true."
"Believe me when I say that it isn't something that I'm a very big fan of either. I would have much rather had a father who was there for my mother and I. Instead. I got you."
"What makes you think that I'm your father?"
"Before she died she wrote me a letter saying that she didn't want me to be without a parent. The letter gave me a name, your name. Considering that you were her first and then she got pregnant with me. I think the odds aren't very much in your favor."
Visibly shaken but still standing strong, Sonny turned around, "My family is waiting for me back home."
"Funny," Damian began, "You've got family that's been waiting for you for twenty years standing right here. From what I've read about you I wouldn't think that the high and mighty Sonny Corinthos would ever run from a problem like a bastard child."
"I'm not done asking you questions," Sonny said, "You're coming with me."
"Fine," Damian followed his father home.
Corinthos Household-
Sonny opened the door, "Sit on the couch, I'll be right back." Damian watched his father walk up the stairs. He looked around the house, it was furnished with expensive imported goods. Sonny lived a lavish lifestyle, this much was apparent. There were pictures that were above the fireplace. Damian walked over and picked up the one that had his father with the little boy he had seen earlier and Michael's mother.
Carly heard the door open, "You took such a long time that he just fell asleep. Did you take the scenic route?" Sonny was silent, his eyes showing that he was obviously somewhere else. "Sonny?" He still wasn't responding to her calls, "Sonny, what is it? What's wrong?"
Sonny looked at Michael, who was deep in slumber. "I think you should come with me downstairs."
Carly walked down the stairs to find the kid that was at Kelly's earlier. "What are you doing here?" She asked before turning to Sonny and asking him the same question, "What is he doing here?"
Sonny ignored her, not out of rudeness, but out of importance to the boy on the couch. "So your mother dies, and after she's gone you get a letter that says I'm your father?"
"Among other things, yes," Damian answered. "How do you know that it was hers? I mean, if she was already dead it could have been someone just playing a joke on you."
"I know my mother's handwriting. Plus my grandmother gave me the letter and said that she had received it directly from my mother before she died. Is that good enough for you?"
"No," Sonny said, "It isn't."
"Excuse me, but what the hell is going on here?" Carly asked.
"You know some people would be happy that they were able to meet the child they never knew they had before they died."
"I'm not 'some people', and I never take anything at face value," Sonny quickly replied.
"Third person with no clue what's happening here!" Carly's voice was loud enough to get both her husband and Damian's attention. She hoped it didn't wake up the children, but at this point she was so confused that she didn't really care. She looked at Sonny, "Terrace, now." She walked outside to the terrace that looked over the city. "Care to fill me in?"
"He says that I'm his father."
"And you invited him into our home just because he comes up with some claim that he can't back up?" Carly asked, amazed at how her husband was handling the situation.
"No, I invited him into our home because. it could be true."
Carly's mouth opened, "What do you mean 'could be true'?"
"I was young and working for one of my old bosses in Los Angeles. he wanted to take over some territory the old fashioned way. Ana, Damian's mother, bartered herself to save some lives."
"She gave herself up to you and you just took it?"
"It's not that simple, Carly! You know how the business works, if I didn't do what my boss wanted me to do there wouldn't be enough pieces left of me to fill up a dog dish. I had to do it."
"You believe him, don't you?" She asked.
"You know I don't believe anything without concrete evidence," Sonny answered, "The word of a dead woman, no matter how believable, isn't enough." Sonny went for the doorknob, "I'm going to find out for sure."
"Where are you going?"
"The hospital. This is Port Charles. They must have done hundreds of paternity tests over the years."
"I'm coming with you," Carly said.
"I knew you would, but could you tell Courtney that we're going to be gone again?"
"Sure, be right back."
They both walked into the house, Sonny walking towards Damian, Carly towards the door. She kept it open as she walked down the hall. "Get up," Sonny ordered, "We've got one more stop to make."
"And that would be?"
"The hospital," Sonny answered, "We're going to do a blood test."
Damian rolled his eyes, "This would work a whole lot easier for everyone if you would just believe me."
"I told you before, kid. I don't believe anyone unless there's enough that will make me believe it for sure. Unless you come down with me I'll never believe that you're my child." He went to get his wife's coat, "Unless you don't want to know, either. It doesn't bother me either way."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Believe what you want, but that's how it's going to go."
With a loud sigh, Damian gave in, "Fine, if this is what I have to endure. it's a small price to pay."
Carly and Courtney came into the house. Carly grabbed her coat from Sonny's arms and put it on in a hurry. "If Morgan has a problem, please call me. We shouldn't be that long."
"What's the rush?" Courtney asked her brother.
"I'll tell you about it later. Tell Jason that I'm at the hospital looking for answers if he asks."
"Answers? Sonny, none of this is making any sense!"
Sonny snapped, everything finally getting to him, "Courtney, please, don't ask. Not right now." Courtney tuned away. Sonny looked at the boy, "Let's go." Courtney looked at the stranger who she hadn't even noticed until now. He gave a quick glance at her as well before following Sonny and Carly out and down the elevator.
"What's going on?" A confused Courtney wondered, knowing that she wouldn't get any answer.
General Hospital-
Bobbie was working the late shift at the hospital. She saw the elevator open and was surprised to see her daughter and son-in-law walking out. Instantly she feared the worst, "Is something wrong with either of the children?"
Carly walked up to the counter, "No, mom, everything's fine with the kids," She turned her head behind her shoulder towards Damian, "Well, most of the kids."
Sonny was at the side of his wife, "Bobbie, I need a blood test."
"Just you?" Bobbie asked, "Sonny, we have your blood samples on record, you don't need to take any more."
Sonny shook his head, "Not just for me," He pointed his thumb back at the boy, "For him, too."
With no questions that she felt like asking vocally, Bobbie only nodded, "I'll arrange it right away."
Shamira- My word! Thank you so much for the HUGE review! I love feedback, and getting that much back made me quite happy! Like you I am a Sonny (Daddy!) Addict, it is hard not to be when the man's greatness cannot be ignored. I do love Carly as well, and am glad that you enjoy how I'm writing the focal characters of the show (although, honestly. it's getting a little much. My love for SC is so great, but show me some other characters, dammit!). Normally I don't like children, but something about Michael. I just love that kid! He's so cute. The line where he told Carly something like, "I know you and daddy fight, and sometimes he breaks things." I was laughing for a good minute. Never understood where he got red hair, though. AJ doesn't have red hair, Carly doesn't. meh, inconsistencies are a soap staple, so I will ignore it. I didn't even look at the Lorenzo line. it is a characterization error on my part, but I am glad you found amusement in it. Maybe he doesn't think he stalks her. Lorenzo is a twisted man. I love Faith a lot as well, she gets some of the best lines. Feel bad that Zander's pretty much been reduced to being eye candy, but it gives her more outlets for her comedy, so I can't complain. The Maxie thing will come to a head soon as well! Thank you so much for your kind words and input! I hope that you continue to enjoy!
Chicpinay- Don't think I'd forget you even with that huge blurb above! Yes, Faith is a very entertaining character to write. She's also very rewarding. One thing I didn't know I did was use 'both' twice. Shame on me. Still, your continued support is great, much thanks!
Story-
Damian was silent, his eyes burning into Sonny's soul. Sonny wanted answers, and when he wanted something he had a way of getting it, "Damian. why are you here? Did Ana send you to find me?"
Damian turned his eyes away, "You could say that." He had never heard anyone call his mother anything but Ana-Maria, "She's dead. She died six years ago."
"A little late for a notice for the funeral, don't you think?"
"That's not funny."
"It wasn't meant to be," Sonny snapped back, "You're avoiding telling me something, and we both know it. This would go a whole lot easier if you would just be upfront with me."
"Is that what you really want?" Damian asked.
"It's more effective than beating around the bush like you're doing with me right now. I want you to be honest."
"You're." Damian's voice was shaky and he stopped himself, taking a breath, "You're my father."
Sonny felt queasy the moment he heard Damian. His father? "That can't be true."
"Believe me when I say that it isn't something that I'm a very big fan of either. I would have much rather had a father who was there for my mother and I. Instead. I got you."
"What makes you think that I'm your father?"
"Before she died she wrote me a letter saying that she didn't want me to be without a parent. The letter gave me a name, your name. Considering that you were her first and then she got pregnant with me. I think the odds aren't very much in your favor."
Visibly shaken but still standing strong, Sonny turned around, "My family is waiting for me back home."
"Funny," Damian began, "You've got family that's been waiting for you for twenty years standing right here. From what I've read about you I wouldn't think that the high and mighty Sonny Corinthos would ever run from a problem like a bastard child."
"I'm not done asking you questions," Sonny said, "You're coming with me."
"Fine," Damian followed his father home.
Corinthos Household-
Sonny opened the door, "Sit on the couch, I'll be right back." Damian watched his father walk up the stairs. He looked around the house, it was furnished with expensive imported goods. Sonny lived a lavish lifestyle, this much was apparent. There were pictures that were above the fireplace. Damian walked over and picked up the one that had his father with the little boy he had seen earlier and Michael's mother.
Carly heard the door open, "You took such a long time that he just fell asleep. Did you take the scenic route?" Sonny was silent, his eyes showing that he was obviously somewhere else. "Sonny?" He still wasn't responding to her calls, "Sonny, what is it? What's wrong?"
Sonny looked at Michael, who was deep in slumber. "I think you should come with me downstairs."
Carly walked down the stairs to find the kid that was at Kelly's earlier. "What are you doing here?" She asked before turning to Sonny and asking him the same question, "What is he doing here?"
Sonny ignored her, not out of rudeness, but out of importance to the boy on the couch. "So your mother dies, and after she's gone you get a letter that says I'm your father?"
"Among other things, yes," Damian answered. "How do you know that it was hers? I mean, if she was already dead it could have been someone just playing a joke on you."
"I know my mother's handwriting. Plus my grandmother gave me the letter and said that she had received it directly from my mother before she died. Is that good enough for you?"
"No," Sonny said, "It isn't."
"Excuse me, but what the hell is going on here?" Carly asked.
"You know some people would be happy that they were able to meet the child they never knew they had before they died."
"I'm not 'some people', and I never take anything at face value," Sonny quickly replied.
"Third person with no clue what's happening here!" Carly's voice was loud enough to get both her husband and Damian's attention. She hoped it didn't wake up the children, but at this point she was so confused that she didn't really care. She looked at Sonny, "Terrace, now." She walked outside to the terrace that looked over the city. "Care to fill me in?"
"He says that I'm his father."
"And you invited him into our home just because he comes up with some claim that he can't back up?" Carly asked, amazed at how her husband was handling the situation.
"No, I invited him into our home because. it could be true."
Carly's mouth opened, "What do you mean 'could be true'?"
"I was young and working for one of my old bosses in Los Angeles. he wanted to take over some territory the old fashioned way. Ana, Damian's mother, bartered herself to save some lives."
"She gave herself up to you and you just took it?"
"It's not that simple, Carly! You know how the business works, if I didn't do what my boss wanted me to do there wouldn't be enough pieces left of me to fill up a dog dish. I had to do it."
"You believe him, don't you?" She asked.
"You know I don't believe anything without concrete evidence," Sonny answered, "The word of a dead woman, no matter how believable, isn't enough." Sonny went for the doorknob, "I'm going to find out for sure."
"Where are you going?"
"The hospital. This is Port Charles. They must have done hundreds of paternity tests over the years."
"I'm coming with you," Carly said.
"I knew you would, but could you tell Courtney that we're going to be gone again?"
"Sure, be right back."
They both walked into the house, Sonny walking towards Damian, Carly towards the door. She kept it open as she walked down the hall. "Get up," Sonny ordered, "We've got one more stop to make."
"And that would be?"
"The hospital," Sonny answered, "We're going to do a blood test."
Damian rolled his eyes, "This would work a whole lot easier for everyone if you would just believe me."
"I told you before, kid. I don't believe anyone unless there's enough that will make me believe it for sure. Unless you come down with me I'll never believe that you're my child." He went to get his wife's coat, "Unless you don't want to know, either. It doesn't bother me either way."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Believe what you want, but that's how it's going to go."
With a loud sigh, Damian gave in, "Fine, if this is what I have to endure. it's a small price to pay."
Carly and Courtney came into the house. Carly grabbed her coat from Sonny's arms and put it on in a hurry. "If Morgan has a problem, please call me. We shouldn't be that long."
"What's the rush?" Courtney asked her brother.
"I'll tell you about it later. Tell Jason that I'm at the hospital looking for answers if he asks."
"Answers? Sonny, none of this is making any sense!"
Sonny snapped, everything finally getting to him, "Courtney, please, don't ask. Not right now." Courtney tuned away. Sonny looked at the boy, "Let's go." Courtney looked at the stranger who she hadn't even noticed until now. He gave a quick glance at her as well before following Sonny and Carly out and down the elevator.
"What's going on?" A confused Courtney wondered, knowing that she wouldn't get any answer.
General Hospital-
Bobbie was working the late shift at the hospital. She saw the elevator open and was surprised to see her daughter and son-in-law walking out. Instantly she feared the worst, "Is something wrong with either of the children?"
Carly walked up to the counter, "No, mom, everything's fine with the kids," She turned her head behind her shoulder towards Damian, "Well, most of the kids."
Sonny was at the side of his wife, "Bobbie, I need a blood test."
"Just you?" Bobbie asked, "Sonny, we have your blood samples on record, you don't need to take any more."
Sonny shook his head, "Not just for me," He pointed his thumb back at the boy, "For him, too."
With no questions that she felt like asking vocally, Bobbie only nodded, "I'll arrange it right away."