Notes- Yesterday the most magnificent thing happened! THEY HAD AN EPISODE OF GH WITHOUT SONNY AND CARLY!!! Now, while my love for S/C is great, it was good to know that they realize that they have other characters. End Rant.

Shadow- Worry not, I'm glad he's dead, too. Perhaps Damian will take the job. He'll certainly have ample reason to do it later on. What do I mean by that? Oh, you'll just have to wait and see.

Sarah- I don't know if that's a pro-Kyle death statement, or anti-Kyle death statement. If it's the latter then I must say that Kyle's exit was story dictated. I always wanted to say that.

There WILL be an update tomorrow, but not Christmas. I'll be too busy watching my new movies and playing my new video games to update on that day. Hope ya'll understand.

Story-

The news hit Maxie Jones hard, like someone had punched her through the stomach. Her body went numb, she couldn't feel her legs. Only through sheer determination and the fact that she was leaning against the counter did she manage to stay upright. Kyle was dead and she wasn't there to say goodbye. Why did she care so much? She hated Kyle for everything that he had done to her over the years, for all the pain that he had caused her. Even with this hate, however, she couldn't wish him dead. Now he was and it was too late to do anything. Anything but cry. Maxie sobbed violently, the tears hitting the counter of the desk like drops of rain in rapid motion. Her knees buckled and she fell to the ground, cradling herself like she was a ball. Her body constantly shook with grief and agony. Georgie was crying too. Of course her tears were not for the now late Kyle Radcliff, they were for her dear sister. Georgie knelt down and hugged her sister, "It's going to be okay, Maxie," She said in a soft and comforting voice, "It's going to be okay."

"No it won't!" Maxie brought her head up and pushed her sister away, "How is everything going to be okay now, Georgie? He's dead, there's nothing that can be done now. He wasn't a good person. He was a horrible, manipulative, rich, self-centered pig, but he shouldn't have died, not that young."

"I know," Georgie said as she pushed herself up, "I feel the same way. I didn't like Kyle, I never did, but he shouldn't have died like that."

Bobbie was one of the several staff on hand. Most of them were watching the two sisters in their grief stricken moment yet keeping their distance. Bobbie, on the other hand, knew that action needed to be taken. "Georgie, why don't you and Maxie take the rest of the day off?"

"I don't need the rest of the day off," Maxie said as she struggled to get up.

"Yes you do, Maxie," Bobbie stated, "No one expects you to work, especially not right now. Do you have money for a cab?"

"Yeah, I do," Georgie answered, "But I don't need to go, Bobbie."

Bobbie, eyes full of sympathy, looked at Georgie, "She needs her sister right now. You're the only person that can help her cope with what just happened. You need to be with her."

Georgie glanced over at Maxie, she was trying to keep her cries as low as possible, and she was losing in that struggle. Georgie knew that Bobbie was right. Maxie had a hard time dealing with anything. Something of this magnitude would break her. It already had. Georgie grabbed their things and put her hand over her sister's, "Come on, we need to leave."

"I need to see him!" Maxie said, "I want to see him. Just one last time."

Georgie shook her head, "You know that isn't possible, Maxie. We can't go in there, we're not authorized. Please, just come home with me."

Maxie threw herself at her sister, "This isn't fair. This isn't fair. This isn't fair!"

Georgie helped Maxie walk to the elevator, "I know."

Damian was watching Maxie react to the news. His heart went out to her. Even though Kyle wasn't the best person they were right. No one should die that young. He would have said something to her, but he couldn't find the words. It wasn't his place to comfort the girl he barely knew, and he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. No, Georgie would give her all the comfort she needed. At least he hoped she would.

Lucky came in from another elevator. He saw his aunt at the counter, "Aunt Bobbie! The teenager that they brought in on a drug overdose, what happened?"

"We lost him," Bobbie answered, a single tear running down her cheek. She had seen her fair share of death during her long stay at General Hospital. Almost every one of those took a piece from her soul and stomped on it. It was the hardest part of the job, knowing that you couldn't help everyone. That there were some people that needed to be let go regardless of how much you wished otherwise. "He died shortly after arriving."

Lucky lowered his head. He was too late to help Kyle. It wasn't his fault that the boy died, but it would forever haunt his dreams. He turned around and saw the other guy that had been with Kyle leaning on the edge of one of the chairs. Lucky walked over, "You were with him shortly before I found you both."

"I told you everything that happened when I got there," Damian replied, "He wasn't saying anything coherent and I tried to help him. I was too late."

"You had an altercation with him yesterday, did you not?"

"How do you know that?"

"I'm a cop with the PCPD," Lucky informed Damian, "I was there yesterday while you where being questioned. Your name is Damian Corinthos, right?"

"Zuniga," Damian was quick to correct the police officer, "Damian Zuniga."

Lucky didn't ask any questions about the change in last names, it wasn't his place. But he did have a job to do. A boy was dead and he was there when it happened, so was Damian. "After everything that happened at the park did you see Kyle again before this morning?"

"No, I didn't."

"And you have no idea what could have caused him to overdose on whatever drugs he was taking?"

Damian shook his head, "I don't hang out with Kyle, Officer," He let his voice hang, he didn't know what to call Lucky.

"Spencer," Lucky said.

"Officer Spencer, then. I'm sorry but I am as clueless as the next person when it comes to what happened here."

"Somehow I doubt that," Lucky replied.

"Excuse me?"

"Maybe you should ask your father if any of his goons made the transaction with Kyle."

"What does Sonny have to do with any of this?"

Lucky grinned, "You can try and play dumb with me, kid, but it's pretty hard to not know what your father does with his life."

"Are we done here?" Damian asked, "Because I'd like to leave before you continue to make unwarranted claims against my father."

"Yeah, we're done."

Damian rolled his eyes and turned around, "I don't see why you people at the police department seem to have such a personal vendetta against my father. Is there a shortage of doughnuts in this town and you just need to prey upon citizens to pass the time?" The elevator chimed and Damian walked inside.

"Who's he trying to fool?" Lucky asked.

"Lucky," Bobbie started, "I really don't think he knows."

Lucky swallowed a laugh, "Come on, Aunt Bobbie, how could anyone who has spent more than week in this town not know what Sonny Corinthos does for a living."

"Because he hasn't been in town for more than a week," Bobbie informed her nephew, "And I really think Sonny is trying to keep that part of his life in check."

"So he'd just hide a huge part of his life from his son?" Lucky wondered, "What kind of father would do that?"

"Luke would."

Lucky thought about his father, "No wonder they used to be such good friends." He changed the topic, never really wanting to spend much time talking about Luke, "I don't see how you can stand there and let Carly be with a man like that."

"I have my reservations about it," Bobbie admitted, "I suppose I'll always feel that Carly deserved someone who would be able to provide much more safety to her and the boys than Sonny ever could. But my daughter is a grown woman and she can make her own choices as to who she cares for. She loves Sonny so much, and as much as I sometimes hate to admit it he loves her and the boys with all of his being."

"What about this new kid?"

"I don't know Damian that well. He's still renting one of the apartments above Kelly's, even though he's trying to live with Sonny and Carly. He's here because he wants to be."

"Does he know what he's getting into?"

Bobbie shook her head, "Probably not."

Corinthos Household-

Damian had bolted back to the penthouse from the hospital. He just wanted to be alone and think. There was already so much that had changed yet again. His life was never the most stable, but now it was almost like every time he turned around there was something there to throw it into turmoil. Kyle was dead, and he was one of the last few people to see the boy alive. Now there were these strange allegations that Officer Spencer was making about Sonny. What where they all about? Admittedly he didn't want to see his father right now. He really just wanted to be alone. When he opened the door he saw that his wish would not be something that could be granted right away. Courtney was carrying Morgan around. She looked at him, her eyes devoid of warmth. "I didn't know you were gone."

"I needed to get out of the house for awhile, although I wish I didn't leave."

"Why?" Courtney asked.

"Please don't pretend like you care about me, Courtney," Damian said, "I can deal with the animosity, deal with the mistrust. But I can't deal with everyone trying to act all nice with me when they obviously don't."

"Damian," She started, "I know I haven't exactly been that supportive of you being around here, and I won't apologize for that, but I can see that Sonny is happy. I know that my brother wants you to be here, and Michael wants you to be here, that's good enough for me."

"Is it really?"

"I know what it's like, Damian. I know exactly what you're going through, coming into Sonny's life unannounced, trying to adjust to living in his all too hectic world. It's a lot to take in. But the only way you can hope to cope with everything is to talk about it with someone. Even if that person isn't someone you're particularly fond of. You don't have a lot of people on your side in this family, but you're also not trying to change that. If you want us to accept you then it can't be with you holding secrets from any of us." She could sense the visible change in Damian's mood. It had switched from hostile to vulnerable in an instant. It actually alarmed her. "Damian, what is it?"

"Kyle Radcliff is dead."

Courtney was shocked but it didn't make much sense, "Why should you care? Kyle tried to throw you in jail yesterday."

"I saw him dying, Courtney. I held him and tried to get him some help but I couldn't do it alone. When someone else came and called for an ambulance it was already too late. He died just as he got to the hospital. I hate that I couldn't get him some help," Damian almost slammed his fist on the table, but Morgan was there and he kept himself in check, "I wasn't a fan of the guy but he shouldn't have died. And now all I can think about is my mother and how she died. His eyes at the end, hers used to be exactly like that from time to time. She'd drift in and out of consciousness even with her eyes open. Sometimes she'd be there, smiling and trying to tell me that everything would be okay. Other times there wouldn't be anything that I saw in her that I recognized. It was my mother's face but it instead of her warmth there was nothing but a cold void. What am I going to do?" He asked, "If I even go through with this dream of becoming a doctor how am I going to cope with the people that I can't save? How can I look at eyes like that and know that I didn't save that patient from the grip of death? How can I look into those eyes knowing that I've done my part in bringing down a family of people who cared deeply for that person?"

"Damian, stop it!" Courtney grabbed his arm, she could feel how tense it was, "What happened wasn't your fault. You tried to help him and you couldn't. You tried to help someone that had only given you grief because you felt it was the right thing to do. Kyle's had his fair share of drug problems before. Believe me, you had nothing to do with it." She felt so badly for this boy, he was going through so much and parts of what he was going through would never heal. "Go sit on the couch and I'll Morgan back to sleep upstairs." Courtney watched as her nephew plopped himself on the couch, head buried in his hands. She walked behind him and started to walk up the stairs, one last look at him and she thought that maybe she was wrong with her earlier judgment.