Notes: They actually REMEMBERED that other people exist in the cast of GH
yesterday. So very fascinating. Best of all, I saw Lucky! Yes, I'm quite
thrilled. Anyway, I didn't get any writing done with this story yesterday,
blame my mother for taking me shopping for four hours, during peak writing
time. Evil woman. And I don't know if I can write anything today (people
will be over for the most part, and I refuse to write when people are
around) or tomorrow (I'll just be too busy playing with my new games and
stuff to write), so it looks like I'm losing the lead that I gave myself. I
think I can recover, though. Since this is the last post I will make pre-
holiday, I do wish you all the best Hanukkah (It's still going, right?),
Christmas, Kwanzaa, Boxing Day, any other holiday that I'm not aware of,
or, if you don't like the holidays, just a happy late December! Post more
in a few days!
Shadow- Patience endures for those who wait. I've written the reason why Damian might have reason to take the job, it should be up by mid-next week. So you might not have to wait all that long. This chapter was difficult to convey correctly, without making it sound too soapy or over the top. I'm glad I was able to do it in your eyes. Thank you.
Story-
Courtney brought a warm cup of tea to the young man that was still in shock on the couch. He had barely moved. She hoped everything was all right. "Here," She said as she placed the cup on the table, "You look like you could use something to ease up your nerves."
Damian moved his hand towards the cup. It felt warm to the touch, "Tea."
"Do you prefer coffee?" Courtney asked, knowing that she knew next to nothing about her nephew, part of which was her own fault.
He shook his head, "No, I love tea. Thanks."
Courtney sat on the chair next to him, "You know you're making quite the name for yourself in this town already. You've almost been arrested for assault and now-"
"Is this supposed to help?" Damian asked.
"I'm sorry," Courtney corrected herself. Talking about Kyle was probably the last thing he wanted to do right now, but it was the most important thing at the moment. "Are you going to be okay?"
He chuckled, "I don't think I ever will be. But then I wasn't sure I ever would be long before I came to this town."
"What are you going to tell Sonny?"
He responded almost instantly, "Nothing. Sonny doesn't need to know what happened."
"He's your father, Damian. You shouldn't hide any secrets from him, especially not if you're truly trying to form a relationship with him. The easiest way to alienate yourself from Sonny is to lie about something when he only wants the truth," She thought back to the ordeal with Carly and the gunshot to the head. How Carly's attempt to protect him from knowing about her feelings for Lorenzo almost cost them all everything. "Believe me, I know how he is."
"This isn't a secret," Damian pointed out, "I had nothing to do with Kyle's death. I was only trying to help him."
"Still, he has a right to know."
"If I don't tell him," Damian pulled his hands away from his eyes and looked at Courtney, "Will you?"
"If it gets to a point where I can see it is putting strain on you I will," Courtney answered, "Sonny's very understanding about a lot of things if you would just take the time and speak with him about them."
"He's obviously got patience if he can put up with Carly," Damian commented. "Sorry, I shouldn't be taking out my frustrations on someone who isn't even here."
"You really don't like her, do you?" Courtney asked.
"It's not that," Damian began, "It's just that I don't get the chance to show her anything but what she wants to see about me. I know she doesn't like that I came here and I accept that. I'm not here to hurt anyone, Courtney. Sonny can see it, so can Michael. Yet every time I look in Carly's eyes I can see nothing more than scorn. I can sense that she just wants me to go away. Just like you."
Courtney sighed, "Maybe I was wrong about you. I'm sorry that I've been fighting you since you've gotten here. I just want to protect them, you know? Sonny's my big brother but I worry about him constantly. Carly's the best friend I've ever had and I don't want to see her get hurt. Michael and Morgan are so much a part of my life that I would give anything to see them happy. I've seen them all hurt by too many people since I've come to this place. I've let them be hurt by every single one of those people and it's crushed me when I watch and see what I couldn't stop. I shouldn't use that hostility against you, though. It isn't fair to any of us. I came into this family a lot like you did. I don't know why I'm fighting you so much."
"Neither do I," Damian uttered, "There's a lot of things about this family that I don't understand."
"Why don't I make you a deal?"
"What kind of deal?"
Courtney walked over the couch and sat next to Damian, "That we try and become friends, that we try and become a family. We're always going to be united by blood, Damian. But I'd really like it to be more than that. Jason's blood related to the Quartermaines, but he doesn't feel connected with most of them. He feels connected with us. I want this family to be united on all levels."
"I'd like that as well," Damian said, "But I'd be a fool if I thought it was really that simple."
"You're only going to beat the hardest problems you'll ever come across if you take the steps to beat them, not avoid them."
"Do you honestly believe that we can do it?" Damian wondered, "Do you truly think that Carly and I can peacefully co-exist in this house?"
Courtney smiled, "Believe me, if Sonny and Carly can learn to love one another then there's hope for just about anyone. Just give her time. She's always been a bit thickheaded."
"Why were you here? Sonny and Carly wouldn't leave Morgan without Leticia to watch him."
Courtney looked up at the stairs that lead into Morgan's room, "I love that little boy so much. Carly wasn't able to take care of him for the first few weeks of his life, so I did it for her. I grew attached to the little tyke, and I'd like to think that he grew attached to me as well. Sometimes I just come in and hold him, talk to him. It makes us both feel better."
"You'll be a good mom someday, Courtney," Damian said, "I can tell." Courtney shifted her gaze away from her nephew. He saw that she was not happy, "What is it?"
"I, I can't have children, Damian," She informed him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Damian's tone of voice was as sympathetic as ever.
"Most people don't," Courtney wiped a tear from her eye, "I was pregnant before. We were all so happy that Carly and I could be mothers to newborns at the same time. But I lost the baby and in doing so lost almost every chance of ever having another child."
"You didn't have to tell me that you know," Damian grabbed his aunt's hand, "You don't owe me anything."
"No more secrets, remember?" Courtney reminded him, "If I expect you to be upfront with me and the rest of the family then how can I not expect the same from myself?"
"You're supposed to be the one making me feel better and I go and step all over that and make you feel bad."
"Do you feel better?" Courtney wondered.
"I guess I do. Thanks."
Courtney walked over to the phone and dialed a number. Within a few rings someone on the other line answered, "Hey," She started, "Yeah, it's me. Listen, could you please meet me at Kelly's in a few minutes? No, nothing's wrong, but there's someone I want you to meet. Okay, see you in a couple." She hung up the phone, "Come on."
"Who was that?"
"Somebody you should meet," Courtney answered, "Someone you should have met awhile ago."
Scorpio Household-
Dillon rushed to the door and almost pushed it open without turning the knob. Georgie sounded hysterical on the phone. She never lost control like that. Was Mac hurt? He was a cop, anything could happen. He looked around and saw that no one was in the living room, "Georgie!" Dillon dashed up the stairs and saw her door was open. Georgie was on her bed. "Georgie!"
Georgie looked up and saw her boyfriend standing there. Her eyes were red from crying for so long. She got up and pushed herself into his arms. "Dillon, I thought you'd never come."
Dillon was now more worried than ever. "What is it?"
"He's dead," Georgie muttered.
Dillon felt his body go numb. He was right. Mac was dead. Now Georgie would have to go live with Felicia in Texas. She and Maxie wouldn't be able to live in Port Charles alone, "I won't let them take you away, Georgie!"
Georgie looked up, "What are you talking about?"
"I won't let them take you and Maxie back to Texas. I'll talk to my grandfather. I'll beg for his mercy and even cut my hair if he'll just find some way to keep you here!"
"Why would Maxie and I be going anywhere?"
Dillon felt quite uncomfortable, "I thought Mac was dead."
Georgie shook her head, "Mac's not dead."
"Then who is?"
"Kyle," Georgie answered sadly.
"Oh my God," Dillon was almost speechless. Kyle was dead? The guy who made his life a living hell from the moment he first stepped foot in Port Charles was gone? The rich boy who made sure that everyone knew that he thought he was the best thing to happen on this planet since the invention of television was gone? The teen who almost hit, "Maxie? How is she?"
"Taking it really bad," Georgie said.
"I don't see why she should be. He treated her like she was nothing to him."
"I know, but she never wanted him dead."
"I never wanted him dead either," Dillon stated.
"None of us did."
"How did it happen?"
Georgie sat on the bed again, "I don't really know. He was wheeled in and they said he was overdosing on some drugs, but aside from that I don't have any other information. I don't know what drug he took. I don't know if it was something he did with Maxie while they were still together." The thought crossed her mind, "What if Maxie decides to do drugs again, Dillon? What if she can't cope with the pain any other way and I end up losing my sister the same way she lost Kyle?"
"That won't happen, Georgie!" Maxie said from the doorway as she hurried forward and hugged her sister. Both of them began sobbing uncontrollably. Maxie forced herself to speak in between sobs, "I won't ever do drugs again! I don't want to overdose on anything anymore. Last time I got lucky. If I do it again I might end up like Kyle. I don't want you to see me die for a long time!"
"Promise me?" Georgie said.
"I promise." Maxie replied.
Shadow- Patience endures for those who wait. I've written the reason why Damian might have reason to take the job, it should be up by mid-next week. So you might not have to wait all that long. This chapter was difficult to convey correctly, without making it sound too soapy or over the top. I'm glad I was able to do it in your eyes. Thank you.
Story-
Courtney brought a warm cup of tea to the young man that was still in shock on the couch. He had barely moved. She hoped everything was all right. "Here," She said as she placed the cup on the table, "You look like you could use something to ease up your nerves."
Damian moved his hand towards the cup. It felt warm to the touch, "Tea."
"Do you prefer coffee?" Courtney asked, knowing that she knew next to nothing about her nephew, part of which was her own fault.
He shook his head, "No, I love tea. Thanks."
Courtney sat on the chair next to him, "You know you're making quite the name for yourself in this town already. You've almost been arrested for assault and now-"
"Is this supposed to help?" Damian asked.
"I'm sorry," Courtney corrected herself. Talking about Kyle was probably the last thing he wanted to do right now, but it was the most important thing at the moment. "Are you going to be okay?"
He chuckled, "I don't think I ever will be. But then I wasn't sure I ever would be long before I came to this town."
"What are you going to tell Sonny?"
He responded almost instantly, "Nothing. Sonny doesn't need to know what happened."
"He's your father, Damian. You shouldn't hide any secrets from him, especially not if you're truly trying to form a relationship with him. The easiest way to alienate yourself from Sonny is to lie about something when he only wants the truth," She thought back to the ordeal with Carly and the gunshot to the head. How Carly's attempt to protect him from knowing about her feelings for Lorenzo almost cost them all everything. "Believe me, I know how he is."
"This isn't a secret," Damian pointed out, "I had nothing to do with Kyle's death. I was only trying to help him."
"Still, he has a right to know."
"If I don't tell him," Damian pulled his hands away from his eyes and looked at Courtney, "Will you?"
"If it gets to a point where I can see it is putting strain on you I will," Courtney answered, "Sonny's very understanding about a lot of things if you would just take the time and speak with him about them."
"He's obviously got patience if he can put up with Carly," Damian commented. "Sorry, I shouldn't be taking out my frustrations on someone who isn't even here."
"You really don't like her, do you?" Courtney asked.
"It's not that," Damian began, "It's just that I don't get the chance to show her anything but what she wants to see about me. I know she doesn't like that I came here and I accept that. I'm not here to hurt anyone, Courtney. Sonny can see it, so can Michael. Yet every time I look in Carly's eyes I can see nothing more than scorn. I can sense that she just wants me to go away. Just like you."
Courtney sighed, "Maybe I was wrong about you. I'm sorry that I've been fighting you since you've gotten here. I just want to protect them, you know? Sonny's my big brother but I worry about him constantly. Carly's the best friend I've ever had and I don't want to see her get hurt. Michael and Morgan are so much a part of my life that I would give anything to see them happy. I've seen them all hurt by too many people since I've come to this place. I've let them be hurt by every single one of those people and it's crushed me when I watch and see what I couldn't stop. I shouldn't use that hostility against you, though. It isn't fair to any of us. I came into this family a lot like you did. I don't know why I'm fighting you so much."
"Neither do I," Damian uttered, "There's a lot of things about this family that I don't understand."
"Why don't I make you a deal?"
"What kind of deal?"
Courtney walked over the couch and sat next to Damian, "That we try and become friends, that we try and become a family. We're always going to be united by blood, Damian. But I'd really like it to be more than that. Jason's blood related to the Quartermaines, but he doesn't feel connected with most of them. He feels connected with us. I want this family to be united on all levels."
"I'd like that as well," Damian said, "But I'd be a fool if I thought it was really that simple."
"You're only going to beat the hardest problems you'll ever come across if you take the steps to beat them, not avoid them."
"Do you honestly believe that we can do it?" Damian wondered, "Do you truly think that Carly and I can peacefully co-exist in this house?"
Courtney smiled, "Believe me, if Sonny and Carly can learn to love one another then there's hope for just about anyone. Just give her time. She's always been a bit thickheaded."
"Why were you here? Sonny and Carly wouldn't leave Morgan without Leticia to watch him."
Courtney looked up at the stairs that lead into Morgan's room, "I love that little boy so much. Carly wasn't able to take care of him for the first few weeks of his life, so I did it for her. I grew attached to the little tyke, and I'd like to think that he grew attached to me as well. Sometimes I just come in and hold him, talk to him. It makes us both feel better."
"You'll be a good mom someday, Courtney," Damian said, "I can tell." Courtney shifted her gaze away from her nephew. He saw that she was not happy, "What is it?"
"I, I can't have children, Damian," She informed him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Damian's tone of voice was as sympathetic as ever.
"Most people don't," Courtney wiped a tear from her eye, "I was pregnant before. We were all so happy that Carly and I could be mothers to newborns at the same time. But I lost the baby and in doing so lost almost every chance of ever having another child."
"You didn't have to tell me that you know," Damian grabbed his aunt's hand, "You don't owe me anything."
"No more secrets, remember?" Courtney reminded him, "If I expect you to be upfront with me and the rest of the family then how can I not expect the same from myself?"
"You're supposed to be the one making me feel better and I go and step all over that and make you feel bad."
"Do you feel better?" Courtney wondered.
"I guess I do. Thanks."
Courtney walked over to the phone and dialed a number. Within a few rings someone on the other line answered, "Hey," She started, "Yeah, it's me. Listen, could you please meet me at Kelly's in a few minutes? No, nothing's wrong, but there's someone I want you to meet. Okay, see you in a couple." She hung up the phone, "Come on."
"Who was that?"
"Somebody you should meet," Courtney answered, "Someone you should have met awhile ago."
Scorpio Household-
Dillon rushed to the door and almost pushed it open without turning the knob. Georgie sounded hysterical on the phone. She never lost control like that. Was Mac hurt? He was a cop, anything could happen. He looked around and saw that no one was in the living room, "Georgie!" Dillon dashed up the stairs and saw her door was open. Georgie was on her bed. "Georgie!"
Georgie looked up and saw her boyfriend standing there. Her eyes were red from crying for so long. She got up and pushed herself into his arms. "Dillon, I thought you'd never come."
Dillon was now more worried than ever. "What is it?"
"He's dead," Georgie muttered.
Dillon felt his body go numb. He was right. Mac was dead. Now Georgie would have to go live with Felicia in Texas. She and Maxie wouldn't be able to live in Port Charles alone, "I won't let them take you away, Georgie!"
Georgie looked up, "What are you talking about?"
"I won't let them take you and Maxie back to Texas. I'll talk to my grandfather. I'll beg for his mercy and even cut my hair if he'll just find some way to keep you here!"
"Why would Maxie and I be going anywhere?"
Dillon felt quite uncomfortable, "I thought Mac was dead."
Georgie shook her head, "Mac's not dead."
"Then who is?"
"Kyle," Georgie answered sadly.
"Oh my God," Dillon was almost speechless. Kyle was dead? The guy who made his life a living hell from the moment he first stepped foot in Port Charles was gone? The rich boy who made sure that everyone knew that he thought he was the best thing to happen on this planet since the invention of television was gone? The teen who almost hit, "Maxie? How is she?"
"Taking it really bad," Georgie said.
"I don't see why she should be. He treated her like she was nothing to him."
"I know, but she never wanted him dead."
"I never wanted him dead either," Dillon stated.
"None of us did."
"How did it happen?"
Georgie sat on the bed again, "I don't really know. He was wheeled in and they said he was overdosing on some drugs, but aside from that I don't have any other information. I don't know what drug he took. I don't know if it was something he did with Maxie while they were still together." The thought crossed her mind, "What if Maxie decides to do drugs again, Dillon? What if she can't cope with the pain any other way and I end up losing my sister the same way she lost Kyle?"
"That won't happen, Georgie!" Maxie said from the doorway as she hurried forward and hugged her sister. Both of them began sobbing uncontrollably. Maxie forced herself to speak in between sobs, "I won't ever do drugs again! I don't want to overdose on anything anymore. Last time I got lucky. If I do it again I might end up like Kyle. I don't want you to see me die for a long time!"
"Promise me?" Georgie said.
"I promise." Maxie replied.