Notes- The movie that is spoke of in this section is not a movie that I am particularly fond of, but I was looking for a way to put it in kid terms. so it worked. Personally my favorite is The Sword in the Stone but. anyway. 10th chapter, wee!

Shamira- Sorry I didn't get to all of your review last time (it wasn't showing up on the review record, and I was going on my memory of what you wrote), so I'll finish it here. Michael is a very unique child. He's got this odd innocence and maturity that I find enthralling. Like the 12/10/03 episode where he asked if Santa would know where to find him because he'd have a new name. Dylan Cash (the actor) made that line so touching that my jaw dropped. As for Morgan, at first I didn't really have an opinion of him, but now I think he's pretty cute, too. Much like you I am a Sonny addict, I just cannot find anything about that man I don't enjoy, and that includes writing him. He's so multi-dimensional. it's great. Carly's fun, too. Hell, they all are.

I think that about covers it. Until the next update, enjoy!

Story-

Lorenzo's home-

Even though it was early in the morning and he had no plans of leaving the house anytime soon, Lorenzo Alcazar looked posh as ever. His lifestyle made leaving the house unless it was an absolute necessity dangerous. It was even more dangerous than normal now that he had decided to stake a claim in the city of Port Charles. He had many places to live the world over, but none of them had what he truly desired. None of them had Carly. She had claimed that she hated him many times, and that she would never speak to him ever again. Yet she would constantly find herself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. It showed that they had a unique bond. One forged of hate yet shaped in love. Carly could deny it all she wanted, but the fact remained that some part of her cared for him. He would stay in the city until that part of Carly's being took over, until her heart belonged to him. Courting Carly was a very complicated process. One that he found was highly sporadic. If anything showed during her past relationships it was that she could somehow find love through a relationship that was started through hatred. Sonny was at one time a nemesis, and now he was the father of both her children, in mind and soul if not body. Yet she was not content with merely being Mrs. Sonny Corinthos, Carly would forever be her own woman. That was as much a virtue as it was a weakness. Her desire to be true to herself could be used as a way to end Sonny's relationship with her.

Still, while Carly would always be at the top of his mind, the reason for everything that he had been doing since he aided Ric Lansing in her capture and long captivity in the panic room, he had business that needed to be taken care of. He moved through the memos that had been sent to him over the night. They were the usual documentations. A contract for a murder, a weapons deal, a drug run. the life that Luis had gotten himself so engrossed in was now his own life as well. While he went into the business with more than a bit of restraint, he was now finding himself attracted to aspects that he never thought he would like before. Women can change men, but the question was if it were for better or for worse.

There was a faint knocking at his door. His guards wouldn't let anyone through if they felt that a threat was posed to his life. "Come in!" He yelled. The door opened as Lorenzo waited to see who had decided to pay him a visit. It was the man he paid to keep him informed of any happenings at General Hospital. "What are you doing here?"

"I felt that I had information that you would find very useful."

"You know that if we are seen together it could cost you both your jobs, if not your life."

The man shook his head, "I would have called, but the hospital is busy at the moment, it is impossible for me to get some time alone in which to place the call. I had to make up some excuse to get an hour off."

Lorenzo put the papers down on the desk, "Fine, what is it?"

"Sonny Corinthos has yet another heir."

Lorenzo thought about it, "Carly can't already be pregnant, Morgan is only months old."

"She is not pregnant, Mr. Alcazar," The man brought out a document and gave it to Lorenzo, "This is a photocopy of the hospital record, taken only hours ago. It appears that Corinthos has a son that he was not aware of."

Lorenzo eyed the document carefully. It clearly stated the names of Michael Corinthos and Damian Zuniga, conforming that Michael, Sonny's birth name, was the father. Lorenzo closed the manila folder and placed it amongst the rest. His nonchalant attitude did not mean that he was not interested in the findings that lay inside. He was quite interested. "How old?"

"Twenty years old."

"Any other information?" Lorenzo wondered.

"None that I am aware of, Mr. Alcazar."

Lorenzo rubbed his chin, "My men will see that you are rewarded for this information. Keep me updated of anything that may occur. I want records on this boy. Anything on Damian Zuniga that you can find. make sure it comes into my hands as quickly as possible."

"Of course, Mr. Alcazar."

As soon as the door closed Lorenzo was left alone to contemplate the possibilities. Another Corinthos for him to stomp upon. But there were other options as well, ones that he felt would be more bountiful to him. If he could turn this child against Sonny he would have an insider. One who Sonny would consider to be part of his inner circle. Before Johnny was caught as a double agent Lorenzo had some idea of what Corinthos was planning, but if he could use Sonny's own son against him the rewards could be highly advantageous. Sonny was such a blind and proud man, he would never expect his own child to be working for the enemy. He refused to see what was in front of him when it came to Carly, this wouldn't be that much of a stretch. Lorenzo poured himself a drink and smiled. The hell he had made for Sonny so far had just begun, if the plans he had running in his head were put into motion Sonny and his empire would be destroyed.

Corinthos Household-

The energetic red-headed boy bolted down the stairs. He hadn't checked his parent's room yet, it could wait a minute. It came as a shock to him when he saw a strange person sleeping on the couch. With the curiosity and carelessness that only a child could have, Michael watched the stranger sleep. He sneezed and it caused Damian to stir. Michael's eyes went wide as he saw that his action had awoken the slumbering person and he ran up the stairs, into his parent's room. He quickly rushed to his father, "Daddy, daddy!"

Sonny felt the rapid shaking that his child was giving him. He groaned and without his eyes opened spoke, "What's wrong, buddy? You have a bad dream?"

"No," Michael stated, "But there's somebody sleeping on the couch downstairs!"

By now Michael's franticness had also woke Carly up. She brought herself up and looked over Sonny's back, "Did he hurt you?"

Michael shook his head. Sonny forced himself out of bed and grabbed his son's hand, "Would you feel safer if I went down there with you?"

"Yeah," The boy answered, gripping his father's hand like it was a lifesaver.

"Come on then," Sonny groggily walked his son back down the stairs.

Carly was still in bed. It took her a minute before her mind began to register everything that was going on. The memories flooded back like they had never gone anywhere. Damian. He was still downstairs. What had he done to scare her child so much?

"There he is!" Michael yelled as he saw Damian leaning his head against the side of the couch, his finger pointed.

Sonny almost laughed, but he stifled the sound, not wanting to embarrass Michael. With a warm smile he picked his son up, "I'm proud of you, Mike. You saw someone that you didn't know in the house and you came up and found me or mommy. You did just what we told you to do if something like this happened."

"Who is he, daddy?" Michael asked, gripping his father around the neck.

It was cute, but Michael was also slowly causing Sonny to breathe less. Sonny pried the small hands from around his neck, "Sorry about that."

Damian chuckled, "Don't be, he's just a kid, I understand."

Michael refused to look at Damian, his head safely buried against Sonny's shoulder. "Mike, you don't need to be afraid of him."

Michael brought his head up, "I don't?" He asked, perplexed.

Sonny shook his head, "This is Damian. He's daddy's son, just like you."

Michael shot a look between both of them, focusing on his father once more, "If he's your son how come I've never seen him before? Never even seen him in a picture."

Sonny struggled to find a way to explain such a complex subject, which even he didn't entirely understand himself, to his son. "You remember Bambi?"

"Yeah."

"Remember how at the very end Bambi saw his father for the first time?"

"After his mommy died?"

Sonny couldn't help but look over at Damian. To his credit Damian didn't even appear to be moved at the chillingly similar analogy. Sonny wondered if he was just hiding it, and secretly wished that he had picked a better way to explain everything. "After everything. Damian and I didn't know that we were family until last night. That's why I never told you about him and he never came over for Christmas and other holidays. I didn't know until a little while ago." Sonny put Michael down, "But you don't need to be afraid of him, buddy. He's family." Sonny was silent, not entirely sure he wanted to say what he was going to, but knowing that Michael would feel more comfortable if it was said, "He's your big brother."

Michael walked over and sat on the other end of the couch, "I'm sorry that I ran away."

Damian smiled, "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not that ugly, am I?"

Michael laughed, "You're funny."

"I try to be."

"Is your mommy here, too?" Michael asked, still oblivious to everything that had happened.

"Michael, you shouldn't ask questions like that," Sonny firmly stated.

Damian waved a hand at Sonny, "Its okay, I don't mind him asking. No, Michael, my mom isn't here."

"Why not?"

"Because she died a long time ago."

"Like Emily's mom?"

"A little help here," Damian requested of his father.

"Emily is his Uncle's sister. Her mom died fighting breast cancer."

"Yeah," Damian told Michael, "My mom died like Emily's mom."

"I'm sorry," Michael was genuinely sad, despite meeting Damian only minutes ago, "But daddy's still alive! And you can live here, and we can be a family, and my mommy can be your mommy, too!"

"That's very nice of you to offer, Michael. But it isn't that simple. Your mom and dad have a life, it wouldn't be right of me to just intrude."

"Isn't that what you've already done?" Carly asked as she walked down the stairs. She had heard Michael's offer as well. The selflessness of her boy had done her proud, but she wasn't ready to offer her family to an outsider, Sonny's son or not.

"I have a right to build a meaningful relationship with my father," Damian countered.

"It isn't a package deal, kid," Carly said, her voice filled with a venomous tone.

Sonny shot a look at his wife, "Carly!"

Michael was even more confused now than ever, "Mommy? You don't like Damian?"

Carly quickly realized the impression that she was giving her son. While it was true that she wasn't very fond of Damian, she didn't want Michael thinking so. Especially since they were bound to meet up a few more times, as long as he stayed in Port Charles. She struggled for an answer until she heard Morgan crying upstairs, "I'm going to check on the baby," She was back upstairs within the blink of an eye.

"I should go," Damian quickly got off the couch and folded the blanket that he had used for the night

"You're leaving already?" Michael asked, his voice showing how reluctant he was. He didn't want his new big brother to leave already.

Damian walked over and rustled Michael's hair with his hand. He always wanted to do that. Always wanted a little brother, "We'll see each other again."

"You don't have to leave so soon, you know," Sonny said, trying to stop Damian from already leaving, "Carly," He stopped himself and searched for the words, "She just needs some time to adjust to everything that has happened. We all do."

Damian was already tying his shoes, "I need to make sure that no one took my keys from where I left them last night. Besides, I could use a shower and all my clothes are at my apartment." He headed towards the door, "Bye, Sonny, thanks for letting me stay here for the night."

The door closed and Sonny looked at it. He couldn't believe his wife. Even if she felt that strongly about it. to show it in front of Michael was irresponsible. He wouldn't yell at her, they had promised not to fight in front of Michael, and now with Morgan as well, they had to be careful. Michael started to walk upstairs. Sonny called to him, "I'm sorry, Mike."

"I'm going to go play with my toys," Michael said blankly. He was so hurt by what had happened, he was usually so happy, especially this early in the morning. Sonny had a lot to work on.

Kelly's-

Elizabeth was beaming with happiness. She and Ric had an excellent night on the town. They laughed and talked about the good times. There really weren't that many in their relationship, it was always muddled with everything that Ric brought with him. Still, the way both of them looked on those bright lights with such fondness showed how special they were to both of them. Even though logic and past suggested that it was only going to be a matter of time before something happened again, she hoped that they could find something with each other again. She was falling in love again.

Damian had ran back to Kelly's from the penthouse. He needed to get as far away as possible. Michael was a nice boy, but he knew he wasn't welcome. He opened the door and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the table that he was sitting at the night before and saw that the keys were gone. Elizabeth whistled and dangled them, "Looking for these?"

He smiled and walked over, "Good, I was hoping no one stole them."

"You forget them on the table before you went for a run or something?"

"I wish. I forgot them on the table last night and I went out. When I came back it was already late and the place was closed."

"You were locked out?" She asked, feeling pity for this new kid who was already having a string of bad luck. "Well where'd you stay overnight?"

With pain in his voice from his recollection of everything that just happened he answered her. "Someplace I shouldn't have."