Notes- Today's (12/15) episode knocked my socks off! So great!!! Faith,
Skye, fight. muwahahaha. Dillon/Georgie break up, so sad. Carly confession,
so beautiful. everything so great! But no Dillon/Sage here, Sage never came
around. Not that I don't like her, but messing with GQ is cause for death,
and I wouldn't dare dream of it!!
Chicpinay- Yes, I too believe that writing is my life. I live a very sheltered life and enjoy expressing myself through writing, hence why I do it so much. As for doing it well, I guess I just got lucky. Faith is a great character, she'll show up again soon (I looked and I'm like 17 pages ahead of what I'm posting right now, with no intentions of posting more today. I need to keep the suspense, you know?) I wanted to make Carly's distrust of her new step-son something that is believable, especially given her character. It's hard not to love Carly, at least for me, regardless of what she does. I'm sorry that you felt I acted too fast, but I figured that Sonny would think he would need to hurry up and do anything in his power to sway his boy, even spill his guts out. As for Liz/Jason, I thought they were friends after the breakup, since I barely know about Brenda and didn't watch when she was around. I'm just really fortunate that my errors are actually things that don't end up with people wanting my head on a platter. Still, I'm sad that I wasn't aware of Liz/Jason's dissolving friendship. When I saw them together it didn't seem that way. Then again they really don't tend to have much time together on screen now that Ric's not really doing anything to irk Sonny every time we turn around. Ah well, some things cannot be helped.
Story-
Corinthos Household-
While the three men ventured back to the penthouse Damian and Sonny explained as much as they could to Jason: About Ana-Maria twenty years ago, about her death six years ago, about the letter, and about the blood test. Jason seemed to be taking it in stride, but there was a part of him that found everything a little too hard to believe. He, of course, wouldn't voice this opinion, but the festering doubt would be enough for him to keep an eye on Damian.
Sonny opened the door and Michael came parading down the stairs, "Daddy!" He also saw his Uncle, "Uncle Jason!"
Jason smiled, "Hey, buddy." The boy had, for a time, been his own son. Giving him up was very hard, but ultimately it was the best choice. Sonny was an excellent father to Michael, he could use his past experiences to help govern what he would do. It was a luxury that Jason did not have.
"Mike," Sonny started, "Where's your mommy?"
Michael pointed down the hall, "She's with Aunt Courtney."
"I need to get something from the house," Jason made up a lie. He really wanted to see how Carly was taking all of this, even more than he wanted to see how Courtney was doing. He walked passed Damian, a cold eye as he moved away.
Sonny and Damian walked into the house. Michael was also happy to see his big brother, "Damian! You're back already?"
Damian smiled, "Your daddy convinced me to come back."
"Are you going to live here with us?"
"I'm going to try."
"It's what you wanted, isn't it, buddy?" Sonny asked his son.
"Yes!" Michael ran over to Damian and hugged his waist, "I'm so happy."
Across the hall-
Jason walked into his home and saw Carly with a coffee mug in hand, his wife comforting her. Both women looked up and saw him. Jason walked over and knelt by Carly, "Carly."
"You found out, didn't you?"
Jason nodded, "I bumped into Sonny and followed him to Kelly's." He stopped himself, looking for the right way to tell her, "Sonny," He stopped, knowing that he needed to tell her but not wanting to, "Sonny asked him to move into the penthouse. He accepted."
"I told you he'd do that, Courtney." She put her hands around her temples, "Jason, I don't know, I feel like I'm being selfish, but I don't like him."
Jason grabbed her wrist, "Hey, don't worry. I won't let him hurt any of you."
They walked inside the room where Morgan was sleeping in his crib. Leticia was smiling at the baby before she turned around and looked at Sonny, "He just woke up."
Sonny nodded, "Good, I want him to meet somebody." He walked past Leticia, who was on her way out to leave them alone. "Hey there, Morgan," Sonny spoke softly, as he often did when he was speaking to his baby. Sonny reached into the crib and gently lifted his son out, holding him in his arms. Morgan gurgled and grabbed his father's index finger. He walked towards Damian, "See that guy over there? That's your big brother."
Damian walked over and looked at Morgan. He smiled but said nothing. His mind was busy thinking about how Sonny was acting with Morgan in his arms. Would it have been the same if Sonny had been there for him?
"You want to hold him?"
Damian shook his head rapidly, "Babies and I have an understanding, I don't hold them and they don't fall to the ground. Everybody wins that way."
Sonny rolled his eyes, "You have a big family, don't you? A lot of aunts and uncles? Don't tell me you haven't held at least one of your cousins before."
"Okay, I won't tell you."
"He won't break."
Damian grinned uneasily, "With my luck he would."
"And what are you going to do when you become a father? Your child will want to be held by their father."
"I figure by the time I become a father technology will be so advanced that I won't even have to hold my children. They'll just kind of float there while I gawk," Damian quickly retorted, "At least that's what I'm hoping for."
"Put your arms out," Sonny ordered.
"You're not going to make me hold Morgan, Sonny."
"One of the things you're going to need to learn about me is that the more you tell me I can't do something the more I want to do it. Now, put your arms out."
Damian reluctantly stretched his arms out, trying to keep them from shaking. All he needed right now was to drop his father's son, that was an almost certain way to get black listed on the Corinthos family tree. "Let the record show that I was forced into this against my own free will."
Sonny carried his son over to his eldest child and placed Morgan into Damian's arms, "Cradle his body and support his head." Damian did as instructed and, much to his relief, Morgan didn't slip or wail to the point of alarming the surrounding buildings. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?"
Damian looked down at his half-brother and smiled, "He's so small."
Sonny lowered his eyes, "There were a lot of times that I never thought he'd come out, and even a few where I thought that even if he did he'd never make it this long. I didn't feel that I deserved a child with everything that I did during my life. Now I have two. Maybe I'm doing something right after all."
"Maybe we both are, Sonny," Morgan was smiling at him, his eyes wide and full of youthful innocence, "Maybe we both are."
Scorpio Household-
Georgie opened her door and rushed into Dillon's arms. They kissed briefly before pulling away and smiling at one another. "You know," Dillon started with a wide grin plastered on his face, "No matter how many times we do that I'll never get tired of it." Dillon peered behind Georgie's shoulder into the house, "Mac home?" He was always uneasy being around Police Commissioner. While Mac wasn't Georgie and Maxie's biological father he was a better parent to both of them than either Frisco or Felicia. It wouldn't be too big a stretch to say he loved them more than the girls' parent's as well, although no one would ever state it vocally. Mac was overprotective of them both, but he was particularly bad when it came to Georgie. She and Dillon had been in a meaningful relationship for years and he was still relatively cold and distant towards Dillon. It became apparent that Mac didn't feel Dillon was good enough to be Georgie's beau, although neither of the teenagers cared for Mac's personal opinion. To his credit he was becoming less hostile about their being a couple. Still, it was always a risk being in the same room with Mac. Particularly if it was Dillon.
Georgie shook her head, "He's at the police station."
Dillon let out a heavy sigh of relief. He wasn't in the mood to battle Mac over if he was worthy of being in love with Georgie. He didn't feel he was, not that he would ever tell Mac that. "Why'd you call me?"
"Summer's almost over, Dillon. We're going to go back to school soon."
"I thought you liked school," Dillon remarked.
She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder, "You know I like school, but I love you! With all the honors classes that I'm going to be taking and the volunteer work at the hospital I won't have that much time to be with you anymore."
Dillon took Georgie by the hand and walked her into her home. They sat on the couch and looked at each other, "Georgie, you know how important it is that you take those classes. You're one of the smartest people I know and I want you to do great in school so you can get into Harvard or something! I can't be selfish and want to keep you all to myself." He thought about it for a minute, "Well, I could, but that wouldn't be very nice would it?"
"Will you follow me wherever I go?"
"You know I will."
"Even if it's all the way to Oxford?"
Dillon laughed, "They know be name at the black and white movie theatres all around Europe. I was there for awhile, remember?"
"What about you, though, Dillon?" Georgie asked, "You're so smart but you don't even try to get good grades. The Quartermaine name and money might get you some slack, but it wouldn't get you in a lot of schools in the world."
Dillon rolled his eyes, "School's never been my thing, Georgie, you know that. Besides, I know enough to be successful in the world."
"And if something should happen I'll be there to help you," Georgie hugged her boyfriend.
Dillon gently kissed her on the forehead, "You've already helped me so much more than you can imagine, Georgie. I was so empty without you and now it's like every day means something because you're there with me." "What movie is that from?"
"What?" Dillon asked, "You don't think that I'm capable of saying something romantic without quoting some old movie?"
"Nope," Georgie said as she watched Dillon's jaw drop. She pulled her head back and laughed, "I'm kidding!"
Upstairs Maxie was watching her little sister and Dillon just being themselves. She knew that they loved one another, and it was a deep bond that they shared. She thought about her time with Kyle. They never did anything like Dillon and Georgie. They never joked around and talked about the future. They never fell asleep in each other's arms, unless they had just had sex after getting drunk or doing some drugs. They were never in love. Maxie thought that she would be sad realizing this, but it only made her smile. She walked down the stairs, Georgie turning her eyes up when she saw her big sister coming down. Maxie's smile was still on her face, "Good Morning."
"Maxie, I thought you were asleep. I'm sorry."
Dillon turned his head around, "We shouldn't have been so insensitive."
Maxie sat on a chair across from them, "Stop it, you guys. Don't walk on eggshells for me because of what happened. I'm over it. Besides, I'd never want either of you to think that you couldn't act the way you do around each other if I was around. Seeing both of you in love helps me deal with what grief I'm having. I know that if I look around I can find what you have."
Georgie dashed over and hugged Maxie, nearly knocking the chair over, "I'm so happy to hear you say that!"
Dillon got off the couch, "Let's have a celebration. Either of you had breakfast yet?" Both girls shook their heads, "Well then it's settled, I'll make something."
"You can cook?" Georgie asked.
"Well, no," Dillon said as he put a hand behind his head, "But I've watched cook do it plenty of times in the mansion. How hard can it be?"
The sisters exchanged glances as Dillon walked towards the kitchen. "You feel confident about this, Maxie?"
"No, how about you?"
"Not in the least," Georgie answered as she heard the sound of Dillon looking for the cookware inside the kitchen.
"Shouldn't we go watch him?" Maxie stated, "He might hurt himself."
"Or worse," Georgie thought, "Burn the house down."
"I'll go get the fire extinguisher."
"You think we'll need it?"
Maxie shot a look behind her shoulder at Georgie, "You think we should risk being without it?"
"Where do you guys keep the real sharp knives?" Dillon yelled from inside the kitchen.
Georgie's face couldn't hide the fact that she was starting to worry even more. "Maxie, grab the first aid kit while you're at it."
"Found them!" Dillon hollered as a loud crashing noise soon followed, "Don't worry, I didn't break anything!" Georgie shook her head as she trotted to the kitchen, this was going to be interesting.
Chicpinay- Yes, I too believe that writing is my life. I live a very sheltered life and enjoy expressing myself through writing, hence why I do it so much. As for doing it well, I guess I just got lucky. Faith is a great character, she'll show up again soon (I looked and I'm like 17 pages ahead of what I'm posting right now, with no intentions of posting more today. I need to keep the suspense, you know?) I wanted to make Carly's distrust of her new step-son something that is believable, especially given her character. It's hard not to love Carly, at least for me, regardless of what she does. I'm sorry that you felt I acted too fast, but I figured that Sonny would think he would need to hurry up and do anything in his power to sway his boy, even spill his guts out. As for Liz/Jason, I thought they were friends after the breakup, since I barely know about Brenda and didn't watch when she was around. I'm just really fortunate that my errors are actually things that don't end up with people wanting my head on a platter. Still, I'm sad that I wasn't aware of Liz/Jason's dissolving friendship. When I saw them together it didn't seem that way. Then again they really don't tend to have much time together on screen now that Ric's not really doing anything to irk Sonny every time we turn around. Ah well, some things cannot be helped.
Story-
Corinthos Household-
While the three men ventured back to the penthouse Damian and Sonny explained as much as they could to Jason: About Ana-Maria twenty years ago, about her death six years ago, about the letter, and about the blood test. Jason seemed to be taking it in stride, but there was a part of him that found everything a little too hard to believe. He, of course, wouldn't voice this opinion, but the festering doubt would be enough for him to keep an eye on Damian.
Sonny opened the door and Michael came parading down the stairs, "Daddy!" He also saw his Uncle, "Uncle Jason!"
Jason smiled, "Hey, buddy." The boy had, for a time, been his own son. Giving him up was very hard, but ultimately it was the best choice. Sonny was an excellent father to Michael, he could use his past experiences to help govern what he would do. It was a luxury that Jason did not have.
"Mike," Sonny started, "Where's your mommy?"
Michael pointed down the hall, "She's with Aunt Courtney."
"I need to get something from the house," Jason made up a lie. He really wanted to see how Carly was taking all of this, even more than he wanted to see how Courtney was doing. He walked passed Damian, a cold eye as he moved away.
Sonny and Damian walked into the house. Michael was also happy to see his big brother, "Damian! You're back already?"
Damian smiled, "Your daddy convinced me to come back."
"Are you going to live here with us?"
"I'm going to try."
"It's what you wanted, isn't it, buddy?" Sonny asked his son.
"Yes!" Michael ran over to Damian and hugged his waist, "I'm so happy."
Across the hall-
Jason walked into his home and saw Carly with a coffee mug in hand, his wife comforting her. Both women looked up and saw him. Jason walked over and knelt by Carly, "Carly."
"You found out, didn't you?"
Jason nodded, "I bumped into Sonny and followed him to Kelly's." He stopped himself, looking for the right way to tell her, "Sonny," He stopped, knowing that he needed to tell her but not wanting to, "Sonny asked him to move into the penthouse. He accepted."
"I told you he'd do that, Courtney." She put her hands around her temples, "Jason, I don't know, I feel like I'm being selfish, but I don't like him."
Jason grabbed her wrist, "Hey, don't worry. I won't let him hurt any of you."
They walked inside the room where Morgan was sleeping in his crib. Leticia was smiling at the baby before she turned around and looked at Sonny, "He just woke up."
Sonny nodded, "Good, I want him to meet somebody." He walked past Leticia, who was on her way out to leave them alone. "Hey there, Morgan," Sonny spoke softly, as he often did when he was speaking to his baby. Sonny reached into the crib and gently lifted his son out, holding him in his arms. Morgan gurgled and grabbed his father's index finger. He walked towards Damian, "See that guy over there? That's your big brother."
Damian walked over and looked at Morgan. He smiled but said nothing. His mind was busy thinking about how Sonny was acting with Morgan in his arms. Would it have been the same if Sonny had been there for him?
"You want to hold him?"
Damian shook his head rapidly, "Babies and I have an understanding, I don't hold them and they don't fall to the ground. Everybody wins that way."
Sonny rolled his eyes, "You have a big family, don't you? A lot of aunts and uncles? Don't tell me you haven't held at least one of your cousins before."
"Okay, I won't tell you."
"He won't break."
Damian grinned uneasily, "With my luck he would."
"And what are you going to do when you become a father? Your child will want to be held by their father."
"I figure by the time I become a father technology will be so advanced that I won't even have to hold my children. They'll just kind of float there while I gawk," Damian quickly retorted, "At least that's what I'm hoping for."
"Put your arms out," Sonny ordered.
"You're not going to make me hold Morgan, Sonny."
"One of the things you're going to need to learn about me is that the more you tell me I can't do something the more I want to do it. Now, put your arms out."
Damian reluctantly stretched his arms out, trying to keep them from shaking. All he needed right now was to drop his father's son, that was an almost certain way to get black listed on the Corinthos family tree. "Let the record show that I was forced into this against my own free will."
Sonny carried his son over to his eldest child and placed Morgan into Damian's arms, "Cradle his body and support his head." Damian did as instructed and, much to his relief, Morgan didn't slip or wail to the point of alarming the surrounding buildings. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?"
Damian looked down at his half-brother and smiled, "He's so small."
Sonny lowered his eyes, "There were a lot of times that I never thought he'd come out, and even a few where I thought that even if he did he'd never make it this long. I didn't feel that I deserved a child with everything that I did during my life. Now I have two. Maybe I'm doing something right after all."
"Maybe we both are, Sonny," Morgan was smiling at him, his eyes wide and full of youthful innocence, "Maybe we both are."
Scorpio Household-
Georgie opened her door and rushed into Dillon's arms. They kissed briefly before pulling away and smiling at one another. "You know," Dillon started with a wide grin plastered on his face, "No matter how many times we do that I'll never get tired of it." Dillon peered behind Georgie's shoulder into the house, "Mac home?" He was always uneasy being around Police Commissioner. While Mac wasn't Georgie and Maxie's biological father he was a better parent to both of them than either Frisco or Felicia. It wouldn't be too big a stretch to say he loved them more than the girls' parent's as well, although no one would ever state it vocally. Mac was overprotective of them both, but he was particularly bad when it came to Georgie. She and Dillon had been in a meaningful relationship for years and he was still relatively cold and distant towards Dillon. It became apparent that Mac didn't feel Dillon was good enough to be Georgie's beau, although neither of the teenagers cared for Mac's personal opinion. To his credit he was becoming less hostile about their being a couple. Still, it was always a risk being in the same room with Mac. Particularly if it was Dillon.
Georgie shook her head, "He's at the police station."
Dillon let out a heavy sigh of relief. He wasn't in the mood to battle Mac over if he was worthy of being in love with Georgie. He didn't feel he was, not that he would ever tell Mac that. "Why'd you call me?"
"Summer's almost over, Dillon. We're going to go back to school soon."
"I thought you liked school," Dillon remarked.
She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder, "You know I like school, but I love you! With all the honors classes that I'm going to be taking and the volunteer work at the hospital I won't have that much time to be with you anymore."
Dillon took Georgie by the hand and walked her into her home. They sat on the couch and looked at each other, "Georgie, you know how important it is that you take those classes. You're one of the smartest people I know and I want you to do great in school so you can get into Harvard or something! I can't be selfish and want to keep you all to myself." He thought about it for a minute, "Well, I could, but that wouldn't be very nice would it?"
"Will you follow me wherever I go?"
"You know I will."
"Even if it's all the way to Oxford?"
Dillon laughed, "They know be name at the black and white movie theatres all around Europe. I was there for awhile, remember?"
"What about you, though, Dillon?" Georgie asked, "You're so smart but you don't even try to get good grades. The Quartermaine name and money might get you some slack, but it wouldn't get you in a lot of schools in the world."
Dillon rolled his eyes, "School's never been my thing, Georgie, you know that. Besides, I know enough to be successful in the world."
"And if something should happen I'll be there to help you," Georgie hugged her boyfriend.
Dillon gently kissed her on the forehead, "You've already helped me so much more than you can imagine, Georgie. I was so empty without you and now it's like every day means something because you're there with me." "What movie is that from?"
"What?" Dillon asked, "You don't think that I'm capable of saying something romantic without quoting some old movie?"
"Nope," Georgie said as she watched Dillon's jaw drop. She pulled her head back and laughed, "I'm kidding!"
Upstairs Maxie was watching her little sister and Dillon just being themselves. She knew that they loved one another, and it was a deep bond that they shared. She thought about her time with Kyle. They never did anything like Dillon and Georgie. They never joked around and talked about the future. They never fell asleep in each other's arms, unless they had just had sex after getting drunk or doing some drugs. They were never in love. Maxie thought that she would be sad realizing this, but it only made her smile. She walked down the stairs, Georgie turning her eyes up when she saw her big sister coming down. Maxie's smile was still on her face, "Good Morning."
"Maxie, I thought you were asleep. I'm sorry."
Dillon turned his head around, "We shouldn't have been so insensitive."
Maxie sat on a chair across from them, "Stop it, you guys. Don't walk on eggshells for me because of what happened. I'm over it. Besides, I'd never want either of you to think that you couldn't act the way you do around each other if I was around. Seeing both of you in love helps me deal with what grief I'm having. I know that if I look around I can find what you have."
Georgie dashed over and hugged Maxie, nearly knocking the chair over, "I'm so happy to hear you say that!"
Dillon got off the couch, "Let's have a celebration. Either of you had breakfast yet?" Both girls shook their heads, "Well then it's settled, I'll make something."
"You can cook?" Georgie asked.
"Well, no," Dillon said as he put a hand behind his head, "But I've watched cook do it plenty of times in the mansion. How hard can it be?"
The sisters exchanged glances as Dillon walked towards the kitchen. "You feel confident about this, Maxie?"
"No, how about you?"
"Not in the least," Georgie answered as she heard the sound of Dillon looking for the cookware inside the kitchen.
"Shouldn't we go watch him?" Maxie stated, "He might hurt himself."
"Or worse," Georgie thought, "Burn the house down."
"I'll go get the fire extinguisher."
"You think we'll need it?"
Maxie shot a look behind her shoulder at Georgie, "You think we should risk being without it?"
"Where do you guys keep the real sharp knives?" Dillon yelled from inside the kitchen.
Georgie's face couldn't hide the fact that she was starting to worry even more. "Maxie, grab the first aid kit while you're at it."
"Found them!" Dillon hollered as a loud crashing noise soon followed, "Don't worry, I didn't break anything!" Georgie shook her head as she trotted to the kitchen, this was going to be interesting.