Notes- I am just FULL of GH ramblings. I care too much about this show to
be considered sane. But that is okay, because sanity is overrated anyway.
John Ingle (Edward) has been asked to not be written off entirely! The fans
were very upset that he was let go and TPTB in a very uncharacteristic show
of heart (love that Christmas spirit) have listened. They asked him to be
on recurring status instead of being off entirely. Let us cheer!
Shadow- Kyle won't get booked, but things will be happening very soon for Mr. Radcliff. Thank you for assuring me that the characters were written in character, it is important to me as a writer that I get them as closely to who they are on the show.
Shamira- Worry not, my mother is also a product of the devil. Yes, I care for her deeply, I just don't like her very much. You have no idea how much I was laughing at your comments about Kyle. I was telling my friend (who is pro-Kyle) and he was going, "Dammit!" Of course, he doesn't support the fact that the guy will pretty much become a wife beater, but I digress. I try and show that Damian can only go so far before he loses his temper. He's Sonny's boy, and we all know what kind of temper that man has. Maybe I can find a way to have him throw some glass into the wall. I concur! Maxie should have free slapping privileges when it comes to Kyle! Complete with something blunt and heavy! Yes, Kyle is devoid of shame and does not mind beating on people in public places with little kids watching. Worry not, he shall be gone soon enough. My love for Courtney and Jason is great as well, they are my super-couple. Although GQ is giving them a run, but GQ is currently not doing well. Then again neither is Journey, but again, I digress. I wanted to do something with them, since they haven't really been around much, so the scene was sort of a last minute implied part. I work best when I don't have very much planned, don't I? Mac is an underused talent on the show, I can't even recall the last time I saw him. Then again I have never seen Lila, so it is a rather moot point. I intend on using soap cliché because it's just plain fun. Take your time when it comes to reviewing, it means so much that you actually do.
Story-
The Cellar-
Faith was getting bored, it was past mid-day and aside from her earlier confrontation with Jason she hadn't had anything fun to do. She heard someone walking down the steps and she turned to see Zander, "You're late, not that I was expecting you to take up any sooner."
"I should have listened to everyone when they said to never let you fix a drink."
"You knew what I was going to do, Zander," Faith said, "You even wanted to do it, said it would be a fun adventure, remember?"
"How drunk was I before I even managed to say that?"
Faith giggled, "Drunk enough to attempt a reenactment of that scene from Risky Business, without the underwear."
"I don't even remember that, but I'm glad I don't."
Faith made a moaning sound, "I'm glad I remember it."
Zander blushed a little, "Anyway, what's on the agenda today?"
"I wish I knew, but I've had my fun for the week with Sonny and his cohorts. That really only leaves Alcazar, and I'm sure he'd just start mumbling something about Carly, which really does ruin the mood."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Rosco?"
Faith and Zander turned around to see a teenager standing there. Faith pushed Zander out of the way, "If you're trying to sell me some band candy or anything else that involves supporting the high school you can forget it, I don't do charity."
"Don't you know who I am?"
Faith took a closer look, "Should I?"
"My name is Kyle Radcliff," Kyle stated proudly.
Faith cocked her head back to Zander, he just shrugged, "Sorry, doesn't ring a bell."
"I'd like to do business with you," Kyle stated.
"Sorry, kid, I'm not into playing with the junior leaguers."
Kyle pulled out a wad of cash and showed it to her, "Word on the street is that you've got the purest product in Port Charles."
Faith grabbed the money and ran the tip of her finger over it, "Nice to know that I've got a reputation. Have you been saving this money since you were a little boy working your lemonade stand?"
"Insulting my character will only make me want to do business elsewhere," Kyle stated.
Faith laughed, "I've got more than enough business without you, Kyle. I'm sure I can take the hit to my pocket. But if you want the best you can only come to one person." She examined the boy, "Let me guess, pills?"
"How'd you know?"
"Because almost all the teenagers are into pills, it leaves less evidence for your mommy and daddy to see while they check up on you sleeping, thinking you're some perfect little angel." Faith snapped her fingers, "Zander, a bottle of the best for the cutie here." Zander handed her a bottle, which she put in Kyle's hand, "Now I'm sure I don't need to instruct you on how to take these."
"No, you don't."
"Pleasure doing business with you, Kyle." Faith grabbed his cheeks, "If you ever want some fun come my way, I could use a jolt of youthful invigoration every now and then."
Kyle hid the bottle in his jacket and walked back upstairs. Zander couldn't believe it, "You just sold drugs to a kid."
"Zander, one thing you have to learn about our line of work is that we don't care who we sell it to just as long as we end up selling it. Kids like Kyle are so busy thinking that they're rebelling against their parents, who couldn't care less what their kids do. They're going to buy from someone, might as well be from me. Besides, you get your own cut of the profit, you have more to lose."
"What are you going to do if he rats you out?"
Faith laughed, "The same thing we do to everyone who tries it, kill them."
"You'd just off a teenager like that?"
"Of course not, Zander," Faith proclaimed, "I try to never touch guns, they mess up my nails. I'd order someone else to kill the teenager just like that."
Scorpio Household-
Mac stood outside the door of his daughter's room. He had called it an early day at the station just so he could talk to Maxie about what had happened between herself and Kyle. He needed to know, more for himself than for the assault charges, but both were important to him for different reasons. He hoped that she would talk to him about what had happened, but with Maxie it was always a guessing game. At times the girl could be so open about anything and the next minute be secluded and want nothing but to be left alone. It was very satisfying for Mac to see that Maxie was growing up, but she was at heart still a scared little girl, and that little girl might not want to have anything to do with him. He didn't know for sure, and there was only one way to find out. "Maxie?" He gently pushed the door to her room open. She was sitting at her window, looking up at setting sun. She either did not hear him or chose not to hear him, so Mac spoke again, "Maxie?"
"Hi, Mac," She replied, never once taking her eyes off the scenery outside.
"I came home early," Mac said walking closer, "I needed to speak with you. I think you know what it's about." She still wasn't looking at him. Mac knelt down and grabbed her hand, "Maxie, I know what Kyle did."
"He didn't do anything," Maxie pointed out.
"He tried to do something, and I won't let him get away with it."
"This isn't your concern, Mac."
"You're my daughter and I care about you a lot, how could it not be my concern?"
"Because I'm an adult now."
Mac shook his head, "Maxie, because you're an adult legally does not mean that you can let stuff like this happen to you and it can be okay. Please tell me what happened."
"You'll just get mad."
"If I do get mad you can stop and we'll drop the whole issue. Deal?"
"I don't know."
"Maxie, I'm only trying to help you cope with what happened. If Felicia were still here she'd do the same."
Maxie laughed, "If mother was here she'd be far too busy running around Port Charles looking for ways to get into trouble. She wouldn't care about anything that happened to me."
"You don't really believe that, honey," Mac said sympathetically. He cared about Felicia, but he knew that she wasn't always there for her daughters when they needed her, "Your mom is a very complex person and she has a lot of things that she likes to do."
"None of which involve spending time around her children," Maxie said bluntly. She shook her head, "I know I'm being mean about it, Mac. I know she's making sure that her grandma doesn't die. I know she's actually away from us for a reason that isn't entirely selfish this time. But I also know that I am personally very tired of not being with my mother. I don't think she can care about Georgie and I in the way that we need to be cared for. I think she knows this and that's why she stays away. She doesn't want to break our hopes again."
"That's not a reason to act the way you're acting, Maxie. No matter how hard you try and fool yourself into believing that, you're not doing the right thing."
"He didn't hit me," She said.
"Did he try?"
Maxie lowered her head and her voice went down several notches, "Yes, he tried."
"Did he do anything else?"
Maxie turned to him reluctantly, her eyes filled with sadness. She didn't want to show him, but at the same time she knew that he cared for her. She didn't want to hold many secrets from Mac. She didn't want to push him out like she pushed out Felicia. Maxie slowly moved the large sweater that she was wearing to cover up the bruises down her arms, exposing the black and blue finger prints that lined her arms. She could see Mac's eyes widen. She didn't blame him, she would act the same way if one of her children was being abused. There was a brief time in life when she thought that those children would be Kyle's, now she knew better. "We were arguing, he was saying that I was heartbroken over our breakup. I didn't want to tell him the truth, so I lied. He knew it and he tried to force the truth out of me. That's when he grabbed me and dug his fingers into my skin. Damian tried to get him to go of me, but Kyle wouldn't. I finally shook myself free and he implied that I was a whore, and that I was nothing without him, so I slapped him. That's when he tried to hit me. That's when he and Damian got into their fight. It wasn't even a fight though, Kyle punched him and when he punched back Kyle left. I should have known that he wouldn't just let it end at that. He's such a loser."
"So Sonny's son acted in defense of you and himself?" Mac was trying to remain calm.
"I don't think he would have gotten into a fight with Kyle, or anyone for that matter, unless he had a good reason. I was lucky he was there."
With his duties as a police officer taken care of, Mac shifted into father mode, "I want you to press charges against Kyle."
"No, I won't do that."
"Maxie, if you don't do that there's no telling what he'll do to someone else. If Kyle can get away with doing this to you he'll think he can get away with doing it to everyone else. Can you really let yourself live with the grief if Kyle actually does hurt another girl?"
"He was just mad at me, Mac!" Maxie put her sweater back, "If I wouldn't have slapped him he wouldn't have tried to hit me."
"He deserved to be slapped," Mac commented, "And before that he did grab you and leave visible bruises on both your arms."
"I can't do it, Mac."
"Why are you protecting him?" Mac asked.
"I'm not protecting him, I'm protecting myself!" Maxie shot back, "Kyle hates it when anything happens that will discredit him. Even if he can't get to me he might hurt someone else if he's angry enough. You're asking me to say something so Kyle can't hit anyone, but even if I do say something he might do it. I can't put people at danger."
"There's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
"I wish I could do something about this, Mac, I really do."
Mac hugged his daughter, "You can, Maxie. And maybe in time you will." Mac left his daughter alone. She brushed away some tears from her eyes with her sleeve. She felt she was doing the right thing, but there was a part of her that wondered if she really was.
Shadow- Kyle won't get booked, but things will be happening very soon for Mr. Radcliff. Thank you for assuring me that the characters were written in character, it is important to me as a writer that I get them as closely to who they are on the show.
Shamira- Worry not, my mother is also a product of the devil. Yes, I care for her deeply, I just don't like her very much. You have no idea how much I was laughing at your comments about Kyle. I was telling my friend (who is pro-Kyle) and he was going, "Dammit!" Of course, he doesn't support the fact that the guy will pretty much become a wife beater, but I digress. I try and show that Damian can only go so far before he loses his temper. He's Sonny's boy, and we all know what kind of temper that man has. Maybe I can find a way to have him throw some glass into the wall. I concur! Maxie should have free slapping privileges when it comes to Kyle! Complete with something blunt and heavy! Yes, Kyle is devoid of shame and does not mind beating on people in public places with little kids watching. Worry not, he shall be gone soon enough. My love for Courtney and Jason is great as well, they are my super-couple. Although GQ is giving them a run, but GQ is currently not doing well. Then again neither is Journey, but again, I digress. I wanted to do something with them, since they haven't really been around much, so the scene was sort of a last minute implied part. I work best when I don't have very much planned, don't I? Mac is an underused talent on the show, I can't even recall the last time I saw him. Then again I have never seen Lila, so it is a rather moot point. I intend on using soap cliché because it's just plain fun. Take your time when it comes to reviewing, it means so much that you actually do.
Story-
The Cellar-
Faith was getting bored, it was past mid-day and aside from her earlier confrontation with Jason she hadn't had anything fun to do. She heard someone walking down the steps and she turned to see Zander, "You're late, not that I was expecting you to take up any sooner."
"I should have listened to everyone when they said to never let you fix a drink."
"You knew what I was going to do, Zander," Faith said, "You even wanted to do it, said it would be a fun adventure, remember?"
"How drunk was I before I even managed to say that?"
Faith giggled, "Drunk enough to attempt a reenactment of that scene from Risky Business, without the underwear."
"I don't even remember that, but I'm glad I don't."
Faith made a moaning sound, "I'm glad I remember it."
Zander blushed a little, "Anyway, what's on the agenda today?"
"I wish I knew, but I've had my fun for the week with Sonny and his cohorts. That really only leaves Alcazar, and I'm sure he'd just start mumbling something about Carly, which really does ruin the mood."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Rosco?"
Faith and Zander turned around to see a teenager standing there. Faith pushed Zander out of the way, "If you're trying to sell me some band candy or anything else that involves supporting the high school you can forget it, I don't do charity."
"Don't you know who I am?"
Faith took a closer look, "Should I?"
"My name is Kyle Radcliff," Kyle stated proudly.
Faith cocked her head back to Zander, he just shrugged, "Sorry, doesn't ring a bell."
"I'd like to do business with you," Kyle stated.
"Sorry, kid, I'm not into playing with the junior leaguers."
Kyle pulled out a wad of cash and showed it to her, "Word on the street is that you've got the purest product in Port Charles."
Faith grabbed the money and ran the tip of her finger over it, "Nice to know that I've got a reputation. Have you been saving this money since you were a little boy working your lemonade stand?"
"Insulting my character will only make me want to do business elsewhere," Kyle stated.
Faith laughed, "I've got more than enough business without you, Kyle. I'm sure I can take the hit to my pocket. But if you want the best you can only come to one person." She examined the boy, "Let me guess, pills?"
"How'd you know?"
"Because almost all the teenagers are into pills, it leaves less evidence for your mommy and daddy to see while they check up on you sleeping, thinking you're some perfect little angel." Faith snapped her fingers, "Zander, a bottle of the best for the cutie here." Zander handed her a bottle, which she put in Kyle's hand, "Now I'm sure I don't need to instruct you on how to take these."
"No, you don't."
"Pleasure doing business with you, Kyle." Faith grabbed his cheeks, "If you ever want some fun come my way, I could use a jolt of youthful invigoration every now and then."
Kyle hid the bottle in his jacket and walked back upstairs. Zander couldn't believe it, "You just sold drugs to a kid."
"Zander, one thing you have to learn about our line of work is that we don't care who we sell it to just as long as we end up selling it. Kids like Kyle are so busy thinking that they're rebelling against their parents, who couldn't care less what their kids do. They're going to buy from someone, might as well be from me. Besides, you get your own cut of the profit, you have more to lose."
"What are you going to do if he rats you out?"
Faith laughed, "The same thing we do to everyone who tries it, kill them."
"You'd just off a teenager like that?"
"Of course not, Zander," Faith proclaimed, "I try to never touch guns, they mess up my nails. I'd order someone else to kill the teenager just like that."
Scorpio Household-
Mac stood outside the door of his daughter's room. He had called it an early day at the station just so he could talk to Maxie about what had happened between herself and Kyle. He needed to know, more for himself than for the assault charges, but both were important to him for different reasons. He hoped that she would talk to him about what had happened, but with Maxie it was always a guessing game. At times the girl could be so open about anything and the next minute be secluded and want nothing but to be left alone. It was very satisfying for Mac to see that Maxie was growing up, but she was at heart still a scared little girl, and that little girl might not want to have anything to do with him. He didn't know for sure, and there was only one way to find out. "Maxie?" He gently pushed the door to her room open. She was sitting at her window, looking up at setting sun. She either did not hear him or chose not to hear him, so Mac spoke again, "Maxie?"
"Hi, Mac," She replied, never once taking her eyes off the scenery outside.
"I came home early," Mac said walking closer, "I needed to speak with you. I think you know what it's about." She still wasn't looking at him. Mac knelt down and grabbed her hand, "Maxie, I know what Kyle did."
"He didn't do anything," Maxie pointed out.
"He tried to do something, and I won't let him get away with it."
"This isn't your concern, Mac."
"You're my daughter and I care about you a lot, how could it not be my concern?"
"Because I'm an adult now."
Mac shook his head, "Maxie, because you're an adult legally does not mean that you can let stuff like this happen to you and it can be okay. Please tell me what happened."
"You'll just get mad."
"If I do get mad you can stop and we'll drop the whole issue. Deal?"
"I don't know."
"Maxie, I'm only trying to help you cope with what happened. If Felicia were still here she'd do the same."
Maxie laughed, "If mother was here she'd be far too busy running around Port Charles looking for ways to get into trouble. She wouldn't care about anything that happened to me."
"You don't really believe that, honey," Mac said sympathetically. He cared about Felicia, but he knew that she wasn't always there for her daughters when they needed her, "Your mom is a very complex person and she has a lot of things that she likes to do."
"None of which involve spending time around her children," Maxie said bluntly. She shook her head, "I know I'm being mean about it, Mac. I know she's making sure that her grandma doesn't die. I know she's actually away from us for a reason that isn't entirely selfish this time. But I also know that I am personally very tired of not being with my mother. I don't think she can care about Georgie and I in the way that we need to be cared for. I think she knows this and that's why she stays away. She doesn't want to break our hopes again."
"That's not a reason to act the way you're acting, Maxie. No matter how hard you try and fool yourself into believing that, you're not doing the right thing."
"He didn't hit me," She said.
"Did he try?"
Maxie lowered her head and her voice went down several notches, "Yes, he tried."
"Did he do anything else?"
Maxie turned to him reluctantly, her eyes filled with sadness. She didn't want to show him, but at the same time she knew that he cared for her. She didn't want to hold many secrets from Mac. She didn't want to push him out like she pushed out Felicia. Maxie slowly moved the large sweater that she was wearing to cover up the bruises down her arms, exposing the black and blue finger prints that lined her arms. She could see Mac's eyes widen. She didn't blame him, she would act the same way if one of her children was being abused. There was a brief time in life when she thought that those children would be Kyle's, now she knew better. "We were arguing, he was saying that I was heartbroken over our breakup. I didn't want to tell him the truth, so I lied. He knew it and he tried to force the truth out of me. That's when he grabbed me and dug his fingers into my skin. Damian tried to get him to go of me, but Kyle wouldn't. I finally shook myself free and he implied that I was a whore, and that I was nothing without him, so I slapped him. That's when he tried to hit me. That's when he and Damian got into their fight. It wasn't even a fight though, Kyle punched him and when he punched back Kyle left. I should have known that he wouldn't just let it end at that. He's such a loser."
"So Sonny's son acted in defense of you and himself?" Mac was trying to remain calm.
"I don't think he would have gotten into a fight with Kyle, or anyone for that matter, unless he had a good reason. I was lucky he was there."
With his duties as a police officer taken care of, Mac shifted into father mode, "I want you to press charges against Kyle."
"No, I won't do that."
"Maxie, if you don't do that there's no telling what he'll do to someone else. If Kyle can get away with doing this to you he'll think he can get away with doing it to everyone else. Can you really let yourself live with the grief if Kyle actually does hurt another girl?"
"He was just mad at me, Mac!" Maxie put her sweater back, "If I wouldn't have slapped him he wouldn't have tried to hit me."
"He deserved to be slapped," Mac commented, "And before that he did grab you and leave visible bruises on both your arms."
"I can't do it, Mac."
"Why are you protecting him?" Mac asked.
"I'm not protecting him, I'm protecting myself!" Maxie shot back, "Kyle hates it when anything happens that will discredit him. Even if he can't get to me he might hurt someone else if he's angry enough. You're asking me to say something so Kyle can't hit anyone, but even if I do say something he might do it. I can't put people at danger."
"There's nothing I can do to change your mind?"
"I wish I could do something about this, Mac, I really do."
Mac hugged his daughter, "You can, Maxie. And maybe in time you will." Mac left his daughter alone. She brushed away some tears from her eyes with her sleeve. She felt she was doing the right thing, but there was a part of her that wondered if she really was.