Some notes- Even though no one commented on it. I have NO idea how long a
paternity test takes. for all I know it could be weeks, not hours like I
had it in the story. Still, this is a work of fiction. based on a soap-
opera no less. Stranger things have happened *Cough* Stravos being frozen
*Cough*. Please bear with me on that.
Now, for the feedback to the feedback-
Chicpinay- Yeah, it had been a bit too much of the "talking head" syndrome, with very little of the innermost thoughts and feelings stuff. I like to think I'm good at dialog (and I've been told I am), but a part of me also likes the personal stuff. The Bobbie thing just kind of hit me when I was thinking about it. I always wanted to include her, since this is a very family oriented story, and Bobbie is family, but I wasn't really expecting that I'd have her give Carly a lecture. Still, it happened, and I'm personally pleased with how it came out. Glad you liked it, too! And I also agree with you on the Bobbie not being around. You'd think that the fact she's the mother of the MAIN female on the show (ignoring the fact that she's got 20+ years of tenure.) would get her some prominence. But, nope, Bobbie gets no love. And let me tell you that Carly's anti-Damian ways have just begun.
Shamira- Sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like I EXPECT reviews like the minute I post them. I do like it when I get such things, though. Reviews let me know if you think what I'm doing is right. And that pleases me. Also, just so you know, I'm a guy. Don't worry, you weren't the first person to say I'm a girl, and you won't be the last. Just for future reference you know ~_^. I am very pleased that you are enjoying Damian, beings that he is a character that I have created from my own mind. Sad as it is to say it'd be a character I would LOVE to play if given the chance (and given the acting abilities and a severe facial makeover do I don't look heinous. after all, Corinthos's must be pretty, it's a rule), so the fact that he's not hated is certainly a plus. Also, look below, it wasn't planned that way, but I'm sure you'll find a pleasant surprise.
Much thanks to you both for being constant reviewers and giving me some of the best feedback I've ever gotten on anything I've posted to FF.net. Your thoughts and opinions are always counted, but that's not to say I wouldn't like some more feedback! Don't be afraid, if you don't like the way the story is going, please tell me! Until tomorrow.
Story-
Scorpio Household-
Georgie knew that her sister was home. She heard the sobbing when she came inside the house. Mac was working late, and she wouldn't call him down from the station just for her. Maxie had changed so much in such a short time. She wasn't selfish anymore, she was beginning to realize who she was and who she wanted to be. Right now, though, she was just a girl who was hurt. Georgie knocked on the door, "Maxie?"
"Go away!" Maxie demanded.
"Maxie, come on, it's just me. I only want to talk. I promise."
"Go away, Georgie!" Maxie again ordered.
Her sister wasn't going to listen, even with the pleas that were given. Georgie checked the door and noticed that it was unlocked. She turned the knob further and pushed the door open. The room was a mess, not that Maxie was the tidiest person on the planet, but this was a stretch, even for her. It was then that Georgie saw her sister, face buried deep inside a stuffed bear that had long been her salvation, ever since the days of going through Frisco's ever periodic desertions. It was a bit childish that Maxie still held such a strong tie to a stuffed toy, but it was her way of dealing with things that were too much for the young woman to deal with. There was a time when she would drown her sorrows in meaningless drugs, sex, and alcohol, so this was certainly an improvement. Maxie turned around and looked at her sister, the make-up running down her cheeks, staining them an unnatural color. Georgie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, "Maxie."
"Did you forget English?" Maxie yelled, "I asked you to leave me alone!"
Georgie was fighting back her tears. Seeing her big sister like this was too much for her to bear. They had a lot of differences, but they were bonded eternally by blood and a deep abiding love. That love was the reason that she could not just sit there and do nothing while Maxie cried her eyes out. "I'm not leaving till you tell me what happened," Georgie stated, successfully keeping her voice firm despite feelings that would suggest otherwise.
"He broke up with me." Maxie said.
"Kyle?" Dillon was right, it was that boy's fault. yet again, "Maxie, he breaks up with you all the time!"
"But. he never hurt me when he did it. I was walking home and I bumped into him," Maxie recalled the painful events that had taken place only earlier that day. The wound was still fresh. Kyle's plan was working perfectly, "He had another girl all over him, Georgie! There was some girl that I didn't even know and she was all over MY boyfriend! Then. he said that I didn't matter, that I was nothing to him."
"He was just trying to make you mad at him," Georgie said, knowing full well of Kyle's ways. He had no heart, and didn't mind stepping over anyone to get what he wanted. Maxie was just one of the long list of people who had fallen for his rich boy charm, she wouldn't be the last. If Georgie had her way, however, Kyle would never have a chance to do the same thing to Maxie ever again. Georgie scooted forward and hugged Maxie, "You can do so much better than Kyle."
"You don't know that!" Maxie yelled.
"Yes, I do!" Georgie quickly countered, "Maxie, you're beautiful, kind, and despite how you sometimes act, a lot smarter than you or anyone else gives you credit for! There are so many guys that would be lucky to have you. even if it was just as a friend."
"I loved him, Georgie," Maxie stated softly, "I loved Kyle so much, and he didn't care."
Georgie grabbed her sister's hand, "He didn't care because he doesn't feel the same way. I told you from the beginning that Kyle was only using you. Maxie, you can't spend your whole life thinking that you love someone who doesn't love you back, that isn't true love! Look at how I was with Lucas. I did everything in my power to make myself look better for him. I convinced myself that I loved him, and that I only wanted to be with him," She smiled as she thought back to her extremely naïve ways, they seemed like they were a lifetime away when they were in fact only years prior, "But then I met Dillon, and I learned what love really is. It isn't something that you can feel for one person and not have them feel back. You were infatuated with Kyle, for reasons that I can't understand now and will likely never understand as long as I live. But you didn't love him."
"If I didn't love him. why does it hurt so much?"
Georgie was quiet, struggling for an answer she didn't have, "The only one who can answer that is you, Maxie. Your heart is hurting, and it will continue to hurt until you come to terms with what happened with Kyle."
"I hate it when you're right," Maxie muttered.
Georgie laughed softly, "I hate it when I'm right and it causes you pain." She got off the bed and walked towards the door, "If you need me I'll be in my room."
"Georgie."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Georgie smiled as she walked out of Maxie's room. Maxie stared at the door, brushing away the tears that continued to pour down her cheeks. Her sister was right, Kyle didn't love her. It was a hard revelation, one that a part of her still refused to accept, but in her mind she knew it was true. She walked over to a picture of Kyle that was on her mirror. She picked the picture off the mirror and put it in her hands. With one final look she dropped it in the garbage nearby, "You've gotten the last tears you will ever get from me, Kyle Radcliffe." She swallowed hard as she moved back to her bed and got under the covers.
Outside Kelly's-
Damian stood outside, armed with the information of who his father was, with the proof that he was a Corinthos. He thought of himself with that name, Damian Corinthos. He shook his head, it didn't fit. Seeing his father and the way he worked made it quickly obvious that it wasn't something he wanted to be associated with. A last name was something that to most people would seem trivial, but to him it was the most important thing on his mind at the moment. The emotional strain of the day was quickly getting to him. All he wanted was to plop himself down on that bed and just forget everything that had happened. He knew that it was a dream that would never come to pass. Anything short of a lobotomy or utter insanity would not make him forget, and he rather liked having his sanity and his brain. He would have to deal with it, however begrudgingly. Damian put his hand in his pocket and fished for his keys. When one pocket turned up with nothing more than lint he tried the other. It was met with an equal amount of non- success. He looked in the window and saw the keys on the table that he was sitting at when he decided to chase after Sonny. He knew it was painfully late and he did not want to disturb the other tenants that lived above Kelly's, but he had no other options. "Batting a thousand today, aren't you, Damian?" He asked himself in a sheer mocking tone. He had no other options, so he left.
General Hospital-
Sonny still waited on the sofa, as if he wanted more. He and Carly knew that they weren't going to get it. She still stayed with him, her arms wrapped around his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. "He shouldn't have left like that."
"He's reacting the same way I would if the situation was reversed. When I saw Mike again for the first time I was so furious. Everything boiled up the minute I saw him, the pain, the anger, the sadness. I saw that in Damian earlier." He turned his eyes up, "I saw myself."
"Come on, Sonny," Carly said as she dragged her husband up, "You've got a lot on your mind. It's late, we're both tired. Let's go home and get some rest."
Corinthos Household-
He knocked on the door, not caring what time it was. He didn't knock hard. The blond woman who had walked in just as they had left earlier in the day was still there. She opened the door and looked at him, "Can I help you?"
"I need some place to stay for the night."
Courtney's eyebrow went up, "And I should let you into this house because?"
"Sonny wouldn't just let me stay out in the cold."
"What makes you think that you know my brother so well?"
Brother? "You're his sister?"
"I'm the one asking the questions here," Courtney replied, "Who are you?"
"Damian. I was here a few hours ago, when Sonny's wife went to go get you."
"I remember."
"I don't mean to be rude, but I've spent the last few hours of my life basically being a nervous wreck. Can I please just sit down?"
Courtney opened the door and let him in, "If Sonny wants you to leave I'm going to make sure that you're gone."
"I don't think he'll kick me out."
"You're awfully confident."
"I don't mean to sound full of myself," Damian stated, "But I'd certain have a hard time making my son sleep in the cold on the first day we had met. Then again I've got a certain degree of morals that Sonny doesn't appear to have."
"I don't need to justify my brother's actions to a complete stranger, but he is a very honorable man."
"And a good father?" Damian quickly asked.
"He loves his children, if that's what you're asking."
"All of them?"
"What are you hinting at?" Courtney was sick of this game they were playing. If provoked enough she had a temper that mirrored that of her brother.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon," Sonny came in with Carly close behind. Both Damian and Courtney looked at the couple.
"In my rush to speak with you I happened to leave my keys on the table at Kelly's," Damian said, "I need a place to crash for the night."
Sonny looked at him for a second before he nodded, "Whatever you need."
Carly was shocked, "Sonny. you're letting him stay here?"
Sonny turned to his wife, "He's been here for one day, Carly. He has no friends, but he has family."
"Or do you have a problem with that?" Damian asked Carly.
"What I have a problem with is the way that you're treating my husband. You come here and throw this entire family's life into chaos without thinking about anything that we might be going through."
"Right, because it's so easy for me to deal with this. I'm sure that it's so simple for me to erase twenty years of my life and start from scratch."
Courtney paced over to her brother's side, "Sonny, what is he talking about?"
"You didn't tell her?"
Damian shrugged his shoulders, "It isn't my place to tell her."
"Damian's my son, Courtney."
Courtney was understandably shocked, "What are you talking about?"
"I'll explain everything later," Sonny said, "For now I just want to get some rest."
Courtney looked at Carly for some help, but she wasn't getting any. "Thank you for staying here on such short notice, Courtney. I wish you didn't have to," She looked over at Damian, "I really wish you didn't have to. I promise that everything will make more sense tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Aunt Courtney," Damian's voice didn't even hide his sarcasm. Courtney threw him a dirty look before she shut the door and walked across the hall.
Carly focused her attentions on Damian yet again, "Look, your father might let you get away with stomping all over his family, but you are not going to do that around me, especially not in my house!"
"Carly," Sonny's voice showed that he wanted her to stop, "I'd like a moment alone with my son, please." A few moments later they were both gone, "She's right, you know. I'm not going to say that I don't deserve anything that you've got to throw at me, kid. I'm probably more deserving of it than anyone else on the entire planet right now. But my little sister has nothing to do with the problem that you've got with me. She deserves to be treated with respect, do you understand me?"
"How'd you get a sister like that?"
"My father got around, that's all you need to know."
"Like father like son."
Sonny smiled, "You think you're so clever, don't you? If you think that I'm just going to stand around here and get abused because you feel that I deserve to be punished for everything that happened to you while you were growing up you're wrong. I'm going to give you a lot more slack than I would if I were trying to act like your father, but don't try and cross the line with me, you wouldn't like it." He got up in his son's face, "Do we have an understanding?" Damian nodded, "We do."
"Good," Sonny started to walk upstairs, "Blanket's are in the closet, hope you find the couch comfortable."
When Damian was alone he shook his head. He was raised to be better than that. He had no right to attack Courtney like that. but he couldn't help it. For the first time in a long time he let his anger get the better of him. It had gotten him his father's disapproval. It had gotten a disapproval all his own as well.
Now, for the feedback to the feedback-
Chicpinay- Yeah, it had been a bit too much of the "talking head" syndrome, with very little of the innermost thoughts and feelings stuff. I like to think I'm good at dialog (and I've been told I am), but a part of me also likes the personal stuff. The Bobbie thing just kind of hit me when I was thinking about it. I always wanted to include her, since this is a very family oriented story, and Bobbie is family, but I wasn't really expecting that I'd have her give Carly a lecture. Still, it happened, and I'm personally pleased with how it came out. Glad you liked it, too! And I also agree with you on the Bobbie not being around. You'd think that the fact she's the mother of the MAIN female on the show (ignoring the fact that she's got 20+ years of tenure.) would get her some prominence. But, nope, Bobbie gets no love. And let me tell you that Carly's anti-Damian ways have just begun.
Shamira- Sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound like I EXPECT reviews like the minute I post them. I do like it when I get such things, though. Reviews let me know if you think what I'm doing is right. And that pleases me. Also, just so you know, I'm a guy. Don't worry, you weren't the first person to say I'm a girl, and you won't be the last. Just for future reference you know ~_^. I am very pleased that you are enjoying Damian, beings that he is a character that I have created from my own mind. Sad as it is to say it'd be a character I would LOVE to play if given the chance (and given the acting abilities and a severe facial makeover do I don't look heinous. after all, Corinthos's must be pretty, it's a rule), so the fact that he's not hated is certainly a plus. Also, look below, it wasn't planned that way, but I'm sure you'll find a pleasant surprise.
Much thanks to you both for being constant reviewers and giving me some of the best feedback I've ever gotten on anything I've posted to FF.net. Your thoughts and opinions are always counted, but that's not to say I wouldn't like some more feedback! Don't be afraid, if you don't like the way the story is going, please tell me! Until tomorrow.
Story-
Scorpio Household-
Georgie knew that her sister was home. She heard the sobbing when she came inside the house. Mac was working late, and she wouldn't call him down from the station just for her. Maxie had changed so much in such a short time. She wasn't selfish anymore, she was beginning to realize who she was and who she wanted to be. Right now, though, she was just a girl who was hurt. Georgie knocked on the door, "Maxie?"
"Go away!" Maxie demanded.
"Maxie, come on, it's just me. I only want to talk. I promise."
"Go away, Georgie!" Maxie again ordered.
Her sister wasn't going to listen, even with the pleas that were given. Georgie checked the door and noticed that it was unlocked. She turned the knob further and pushed the door open. The room was a mess, not that Maxie was the tidiest person on the planet, but this was a stretch, even for her. It was then that Georgie saw her sister, face buried deep inside a stuffed bear that had long been her salvation, ever since the days of going through Frisco's ever periodic desertions. It was a bit childish that Maxie still held such a strong tie to a stuffed toy, but it was her way of dealing with things that were too much for the young woman to deal with. There was a time when she would drown her sorrows in meaningless drugs, sex, and alcohol, so this was certainly an improvement. Maxie turned around and looked at her sister, the make-up running down her cheeks, staining them an unnatural color. Georgie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, "Maxie."
"Did you forget English?" Maxie yelled, "I asked you to leave me alone!"
Georgie was fighting back her tears. Seeing her big sister like this was too much for her to bear. They had a lot of differences, but they were bonded eternally by blood and a deep abiding love. That love was the reason that she could not just sit there and do nothing while Maxie cried her eyes out. "I'm not leaving till you tell me what happened," Georgie stated, successfully keeping her voice firm despite feelings that would suggest otherwise.
"He broke up with me." Maxie said.
"Kyle?" Dillon was right, it was that boy's fault. yet again, "Maxie, he breaks up with you all the time!"
"But. he never hurt me when he did it. I was walking home and I bumped into him," Maxie recalled the painful events that had taken place only earlier that day. The wound was still fresh. Kyle's plan was working perfectly, "He had another girl all over him, Georgie! There was some girl that I didn't even know and she was all over MY boyfriend! Then. he said that I didn't matter, that I was nothing to him."
"He was just trying to make you mad at him," Georgie said, knowing full well of Kyle's ways. He had no heart, and didn't mind stepping over anyone to get what he wanted. Maxie was just one of the long list of people who had fallen for his rich boy charm, she wouldn't be the last. If Georgie had her way, however, Kyle would never have a chance to do the same thing to Maxie ever again. Georgie scooted forward and hugged Maxie, "You can do so much better than Kyle."
"You don't know that!" Maxie yelled.
"Yes, I do!" Georgie quickly countered, "Maxie, you're beautiful, kind, and despite how you sometimes act, a lot smarter than you or anyone else gives you credit for! There are so many guys that would be lucky to have you. even if it was just as a friend."
"I loved him, Georgie," Maxie stated softly, "I loved Kyle so much, and he didn't care."
Georgie grabbed her sister's hand, "He didn't care because he doesn't feel the same way. I told you from the beginning that Kyle was only using you. Maxie, you can't spend your whole life thinking that you love someone who doesn't love you back, that isn't true love! Look at how I was with Lucas. I did everything in my power to make myself look better for him. I convinced myself that I loved him, and that I only wanted to be with him," She smiled as she thought back to her extremely naïve ways, they seemed like they were a lifetime away when they were in fact only years prior, "But then I met Dillon, and I learned what love really is. It isn't something that you can feel for one person and not have them feel back. You were infatuated with Kyle, for reasons that I can't understand now and will likely never understand as long as I live. But you didn't love him."
"If I didn't love him. why does it hurt so much?"
Georgie was quiet, struggling for an answer she didn't have, "The only one who can answer that is you, Maxie. Your heart is hurting, and it will continue to hurt until you come to terms with what happened with Kyle."
"I hate it when you're right," Maxie muttered.
Georgie laughed softly, "I hate it when I'm right and it causes you pain." She got off the bed and walked towards the door, "If you need me I'll be in my room."
"Georgie."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Georgie smiled as she walked out of Maxie's room. Maxie stared at the door, brushing away the tears that continued to pour down her cheeks. Her sister was right, Kyle didn't love her. It was a hard revelation, one that a part of her still refused to accept, but in her mind she knew it was true. She walked over to a picture of Kyle that was on her mirror. She picked the picture off the mirror and put it in her hands. With one final look she dropped it in the garbage nearby, "You've gotten the last tears you will ever get from me, Kyle Radcliffe." She swallowed hard as she moved back to her bed and got under the covers.
Outside Kelly's-
Damian stood outside, armed with the information of who his father was, with the proof that he was a Corinthos. He thought of himself with that name, Damian Corinthos. He shook his head, it didn't fit. Seeing his father and the way he worked made it quickly obvious that it wasn't something he wanted to be associated with. A last name was something that to most people would seem trivial, but to him it was the most important thing on his mind at the moment. The emotional strain of the day was quickly getting to him. All he wanted was to plop himself down on that bed and just forget everything that had happened. He knew that it was a dream that would never come to pass. Anything short of a lobotomy or utter insanity would not make him forget, and he rather liked having his sanity and his brain. He would have to deal with it, however begrudgingly. Damian put his hand in his pocket and fished for his keys. When one pocket turned up with nothing more than lint he tried the other. It was met with an equal amount of non- success. He looked in the window and saw the keys on the table that he was sitting at when he decided to chase after Sonny. He knew it was painfully late and he did not want to disturb the other tenants that lived above Kelly's, but he had no other options. "Batting a thousand today, aren't you, Damian?" He asked himself in a sheer mocking tone. He had no other options, so he left.
General Hospital-
Sonny still waited on the sofa, as if he wanted more. He and Carly knew that they weren't going to get it. She still stayed with him, her arms wrapped around his side, leaning her head on his shoulder. "He shouldn't have left like that."
"He's reacting the same way I would if the situation was reversed. When I saw Mike again for the first time I was so furious. Everything boiled up the minute I saw him, the pain, the anger, the sadness. I saw that in Damian earlier." He turned his eyes up, "I saw myself."
"Come on, Sonny," Carly said as she dragged her husband up, "You've got a lot on your mind. It's late, we're both tired. Let's go home and get some rest."
Corinthos Household-
He knocked on the door, not caring what time it was. He didn't knock hard. The blond woman who had walked in just as they had left earlier in the day was still there. She opened the door and looked at him, "Can I help you?"
"I need some place to stay for the night."
Courtney's eyebrow went up, "And I should let you into this house because?"
"Sonny wouldn't just let me stay out in the cold."
"What makes you think that you know my brother so well?"
Brother? "You're his sister?"
"I'm the one asking the questions here," Courtney replied, "Who are you?"
"Damian. I was here a few hours ago, when Sonny's wife went to go get you."
"I remember."
"I don't mean to be rude, but I've spent the last few hours of my life basically being a nervous wreck. Can I please just sit down?"
Courtney opened the door and let him in, "If Sonny wants you to leave I'm going to make sure that you're gone."
"I don't think he'll kick me out."
"You're awfully confident."
"I don't mean to sound full of myself," Damian stated, "But I'd certain have a hard time making my son sleep in the cold on the first day we had met. Then again I've got a certain degree of morals that Sonny doesn't appear to have."
"I don't need to justify my brother's actions to a complete stranger, but he is a very honorable man."
"And a good father?" Damian quickly asked.
"He loves his children, if that's what you're asking."
"All of them?"
"What are you hinting at?" Courtney was sick of this game they were playing. If provoked enough she had a temper that mirrored that of her brother.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon," Sonny came in with Carly close behind. Both Damian and Courtney looked at the couple.
"In my rush to speak with you I happened to leave my keys on the table at Kelly's," Damian said, "I need a place to crash for the night."
Sonny looked at him for a second before he nodded, "Whatever you need."
Carly was shocked, "Sonny. you're letting him stay here?"
Sonny turned to his wife, "He's been here for one day, Carly. He has no friends, but he has family."
"Or do you have a problem with that?" Damian asked Carly.
"What I have a problem with is the way that you're treating my husband. You come here and throw this entire family's life into chaos without thinking about anything that we might be going through."
"Right, because it's so easy for me to deal with this. I'm sure that it's so simple for me to erase twenty years of my life and start from scratch."
Courtney paced over to her brother's side, "Sonny, what is he talking about?"
"You didn't tell her?"
Damian shrugged his shoulders, "It isn't my place to tell her."
"Damian's my son, Courtney."
Courtney was understandably shocked, "What are you talking about?"
"I'll explain everything later," Sonny said, "For now I just want to get some rest."
Courtney looked at Carly for some help, but she wasn't getting any. "Thank you for staying here on such short notice, Courtney. I wish you didn't have to," She looked over at Damian, "I really wish you didn't have to. I promise that everything will make more sense tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Aunt Courtney," Damian's voice didn't even hide his sarcasm. Courtney threw him a dirty look before she shut the door and walked across the hall.
Carly focused her attentions on Damian yet again, "Look, your father might let you get away with stomping all over his family, but you are not going to do that around me, especially not in my house!"
"Carly," Sonny's voice showed that he wanted her to stop, "I'd like a moment alone with my son, please." A few moments later they were both gone, "She's right, you know. I'm not going to say that I don't deserve anything that you've got to throw at me, kid. I'm probably more deserving of it than anyone else on the entire planet right now. But my little sister has nothing to do with the problem that you've got with me. She deserves to be treated with respect, do you understand me?"
"How'd you get a sister like that?"
"My father got around, that's all you need to know."
"Like father like son."
Sonny smiled, "You think you're so clever, don't you? If you think that I'm just going to stand around here and get abused because you feel that I deserve to be punished for everything that happened to you while you were growing up you're wrong. I'm going to give you a lot more slack than I would if I were trying to act like your father, but don't try and cross the line with me, you wouldn't like it." He got up in his son's face, "Do we have an understanding?" Damian nodded, "We do."
"Good," Sonny started to walk upstairs, "Blanket's are in the closet, hope you find the couch comfortable."
When Damian was alone he shook his head. He was raised to be better than that. He had no right to attack Courtney like that. but he couldn't help it. For the first time in a long time he let his anger get the better of him. It had gotten him his father's disapproval. It had gotten a disapproval all his own as well.