Notes: After a brief hiatus, the story is back! I do hope you all had
wonderful holidays, unless you celebrate Boxing Day since you'd be having
it right about now. I have reaffirmed my hatred for small children. My 2
year old cousin who enjoys biting people was following me around yesterday.
It wasn't fun. Enough about that.
Shadow- Emotional chapters are loads of fun. Granted, writing Faith is more fun, but that's a different kind of fun.
Shamira- Looks like you have 7 chapters now. I'm sorry that your computer went crazy. Don't worry, you haven't missed much. Okay, you have, but I was trying to make it seem better than it really was.
Story-
Outside Kelly's-
"I have to ask this," Damian started, "Is Kelly's the only place that people go to in Port Charles?"
Courtney giggled a little, "No, there are a few other places. We seem to enjoy the hospital as well. This is, however, the best place for most things."
"Why are we here?"
Courtney looked in the window and didn't see what she was looking for. Her brow furrowed a bit, but there was still plenty of time for him to show up, "It's a surprise. One that I am almost certain you will like. But it isn't ready yet. We should just go inside and wait for everything to come into place."
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Damian stated with a sigh.
"What makes you think that anything bad could happen at a place like this?" Courtney wondered.
Damian shrugged his shoulders slightly, "What can I say? I'm a cynic at heart."
"Try and lighten up a bit, would you?" Courtney requested. She pushed the door open and they both walked in. As if without fail Elizabeth was working at the counter again. She saw them both and smiled, although truthfully it was more towards Damian than it was Courtney.
They found a table for themselves and sat in the chairs. Elizabeth walked over, "How's everything going?"
"I've had better days," Damian responded, "But, all things considered, everything's okay."
"Until now," Courtney stated with a slight sneer as she watched Ric walk into the place.
Elizabeth ignored Courtney's hatred of Ric. She had ample reason to feel nothing more than disdain for the old Ric. Just about everyone in Port Charles did. He had hurt so many people in the past, but it was all behind him. At least that was her hope. She was giving him the benefit of the doubt because she believed that he was a changed person. She wished that it wasn't her error once again. "What are you doing here?"
"Why can't the males in our bloodline go a day without doing something to get them in trouble?" Ric asked out loud.
"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked.
"He's dead," Ric said, "I bet that makes you feel just great."
"Ric, answer me!" Elizabeth demanded.
"My new nephew appears to be enjoying walking along the same path as his father," Ric informed Elizabeth. "Already the only person that has stood against him has turned up dead."
"He tried to save Kyle, Ric," Courtney defended her nephew in the exact opposite way of Ric's tactics.
"Easiest way to make it seem like you're not guilty of something is to make it look like you're trying to help that person when others come around, Courtney," Ric replied back.
"I'm sure you've used that in your favor plenty of times in the past," Courtney remarked. "Since we all know how entirely corrupt that soul of yours is. Assuming you haven't sold it to the devil."
"I told you to watch yourself," Ric continued berating Damian.
"Is it so hard for you to even fathom the idea that I really did just try and help Kyle?" Damian asked, "People tend to help other people who are dying. I believe the word is called compassion. Did you skip that on your word of the day calendar growing up?"
"The last thing I need is a lecture on compassion from Sonny Corinthos's son."
"I feel the same way," Damian snapped back, "Just replace the son with half- brother and we're describing you."
"Don't you ever get tired of stalking us, Lansing?" Courtney asked with a shot of disgust in her voice.
"It's my job as assistant district attorney to help weed out the corruption in this town. The first people on that list would be Sonny and Jason."
"I'd take a look in the mirror and rate yourself on that scale," Courtney retorted.
"I don't think that you're telling me the truth, kid."
"You can accuse me of doing something to kill Kyle all you want," Damian said. "The only ones that know what really happened are me and him, one of us isn't about to talk anytime soon."
"I'm almost inclined to ask which one," Ric remarked sarcastically.
"Lansing, are we going to need a restraining order placed on you and my family in order to finally keep you away?" Mike Corbin saw Courtney being razzed by someone. It shouldn't have surprised him at all when it turned out to be Ric Lansing.
Courtney smiled, "Dad."
"Please leave us alone," Mike said.
"I'm not done yet!" Ric proclaimed.
"Yes, you are," Elizabeth tugged at his shoulder and he followed her until she was back at the counter. "What are you doing?"
"Your new friend, who just happens to be Sonny's son-"
"I know that," Elizabeth cut in.
Ric jerked his head a little, "And you didn't tell me?"
"It wasn't my place to tell you anything about your family, Ric," Elizabeth said, "Besides, it looks like you found out just fine without me."
"Well whoever he is, the boy has been busy stirring up trouble. He engaged in fisticuffs with Kyle Radcliff yesterday and today Kyle died of a drug overdose with Damian being at the scene."
"He says he was trying to help Kyle." She looked at Damian, "I believe him. Damian is a nice person and I don't think he would kill anyone."
"How can you be so blind?" Ric asked.
She looked at Ric, "I don't know, Ric. I really don't know how I can be so blind to see that you still can't get over Sonny."
"Wait, Elizabeth, that's not what I meant!"
"It's your job," Elizabeth shook her head, "I know that, Ric. But you're using that job to drag down the name of someone that doesn't deserve to be harassed. You don't have any real evidence that proves he was trying to hurt Kyle, do you?"
"No, it's all speculation."
"Until you find something worth bugging him it would be better to just stay away," Elizabeth stated. "Sonny will sue you and the department for harassment and you could lose your job as ADA and any career your might have been able to fall back on in the attorney business would be discredited as well. Think about this for a second, Ric. Is that really worth throwing away everything that you've worked so hard on obtaining during your life?"
"Including you?" Ric asked softly. "If I did this would it throw away any chances that I have with you."
"I hate it when you act like the person you were, Ric," Elizabeth responded, "I won't stand around and be hurt by being nothing more than a bed warmer in the war you carry on against Sonny. Really think about everything, Ric. Think about the person you were then and the person you are now. One of them has to be erased, they can't peacefully coexist. Which one is it going to be?"
"What would I do without you to tether me to humanity?" Ric asked. "As long as I have you nothing else matters to me."
"Really?" Elizabeth tilted her head towards the trio, "Prove it. Leave them alone unless you have a good reason to bring charges against them."
"I hate him so much," Courtney said.
"Don't worry about him, honey," Mike consoled his daughter, "You didn't ask me here to have a fight with Ric Lansing. I'd really like to know why you did, though."
"I think I have the answer to that question, Mike," Everyone turned around to see Sonny, Carly, and Michael. It was Sonny who spoke.
"Grandpa!" Michael rushed into Mike's open arms. The elder Michael hoisted the younger into the air.
"The day just keeps on getting better for you, doesn't it?" Carly asked her son, a wide smile on her face.
"If Uncle Jason and Morgan were here then everyone in the family would be together!" Michael looked around.
"You all seem to be in on some inside joke that I'm drawing a blank on," Mike said, "Would someone please fill in the old man?"
"I should have told you as soon as I found out, but everything was so hectic that I didn't really think about it."
"Sonny, just tell me."
"You're a grandfather again," Sonny said.
Mike laughed, "The two of you are just like rabbits! Are you sure that it's safe to be having another child right now? So soon after Morgan?"
"I'm not pregnant again," Carly informed her father-in-law.
Mike looked puzzled, and for good reason. He had no idea what was going on, "This is making my head hurt."
"That young man right there is the grandson you never knew," Sonny pointed to Damian.
Mike turned his head, Michael still attached to his neck like a monkey, "How?"
"It's a long story," Damian said, "The abridged version is that Sonny didn't know that I was his son, or that I even existed, until I came here."
"Well isn't this a blessing in disguise?" Mike asked as he smiled at his new grandson.
Carly looked away and barely spoke the words, "Or a curse."
Docks-
Zander was waiting, looking at the ocean. Faith walked up behind him, "Normally I don't take commands from my underlings when they say that I need to see them right away. You just used up your freebie, cutie."
"That boy you gave the drugs to last night is dead, Faith," Zander said without turning around. "He overdosed on something, and we both know what it is."
"Pity," Faith said sadly, "I wanted to play with him some."
"You think this is funny?" Zander asked, "Faith, a boy died because of us. A boy died because you provided him with the means."
"We're all going to die, Zander," Faith commented, "Some of us just get to have a lot more fun during life than others."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you give him those pills," Zander said sadly.
"This isn't the best business for you to have a crisis of conscience," Faith walked to his side, "Face it, you're the pawn in this game and I'm the queen."
"I want out."
Faith laughed, "Oh really?"
"I'm not kidding, Faith," Zander pointed out, "I cannot do this anymore."
"I'd hate to see that nice suit and the body that wears it made into something that looked like Swiss cheese," She brushed off his coat, "But you see that's the only way that anyone really gets out of this life, Zander. You have to do. And if you're so bent on suicide then I don't really mind helping you. But deep down you don't want that, do you? You don't want to be buried."
"No," Zander shook his head, "I don't."
"Then we all win!" Faith exclaimed, "Come on, we've got work to do."
Shadow- Emotional chapters are loads of fun. Granted, writing Faith is more fun, but that's a different kind of fun.
Shamira- Looks like you have 7 chapters now. I'm sorry that your computer went crazy. Don't worry, you haven't missed much. Okay, you have, but I was trying to make it seem better than it really was.
Story-
Outside Kelly's-
"I have to ask this," Damian started, "Is Kelly's the only place that people go to in Port Charles?"
Courtney giggled a little, "No, there are a few other places. We seem to enjoy the hospital as well. This is, however, the best place for most things."
"Why are we here?"
Courtney looked in the window and didn't see what she was looking for. Her brow furrowed a bit, but there was still plenty of time for him to show up, "It's a surprise. One that I am almost certain you will like. But it isn't ready yet. We should just go inside and wait for everything to come into place."
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Damian stated with a sigh.
"What makes you think that anything bad could happen at a place like this?" Courtney wondered.
Damian shrugged his shoulders slightly, "What can I say? I'm a cynic at heart."
"Try and lighten up a bit, would you?" Courtney requested. She pushed the door open and they both walked in. As if without fail Elizabeth was working at the counter again. She saw them both and smiled, although truthfully it was more towards Damian than it was Courtney.
They found a table for themselves and sat in the chairs. Elizabeth walked over, "How's everything going?"
"I've had better days," Damian responded, "But, all things considered, everything's okay."
"Until now," Courtney stated with a slight sneer as she watched Ric walk into the place.
Elizabeth ignored Courtney's hatred of Ric. She had ample reason to feel nothing more than disdain for the old Ric. Just about everyone in Port Charles did. He had hurt so many people in the past, but it was all behind him. At least that was her hope. She was giving him the benefit of the doubt because she believed that he was a changed person. She wished that it wasn't her error once again. "What are you doing here?"
"Why can't the males in our bloodline go a day without doing something to get them in trouble?" Ric asked out loud.
"What are you talking about?" Elizabeth asked.
"He's dead," Ric said, "I bet that makes you feel just great."
"Ric, answer me!" Elizabeth demanded.
"My new nephew appears to be enjoying walking along the same path as his father," Ric informed Elizabeth. "Already the only person that has stood against him has turned up dead."
"He tried to save Kyle, Ric," Courtney defended her nephew in the exact opposite way of Ric's tactics.
"Easiest way to make it seem like you're not guilty of something is to make it look like you're trying to help that person when others come around, Courtney," Ric replied back.
"I'm sure you've used that in your favor plenty of times in the past," Courtney remarked. "Since we all know how entirely corrupt that soul of yours is. Assuming you haven't sold it to the devil."
"I told you to watch yourself," Ric continued berating Damian.
"Is it so hard for you to even fathom the idea that I really did just try and help Kyle?" Damian asked, "People tend to help other people who are dying. I believe the word is called compassion. Did you skip that on your word of the day calendar growing up?"
"The last thing I need is a lecture on compassion from Sonny Corinthos's son."
"I feel the same way," Damian snapped back, "Just replace the son with half- brother and we're describing you."
"Don't you ever get tired of stalking us, Lansing?" Courtney asked with a shot of disgust in her voice.
"It's my job as assistant district attorney to help weed out the corruption in this town. The first people on that list would be Sonny and Jason."
"I'd take a look in the mirror and rate yourself on that scale," Courtney retorted.
"I don't think that you're telling me the truth, kid."
"You can accuse me of doing something to kill Kyle all you want," Damian said. "The only ones that know what really happened are me and him, one of us isn't about to talk anytime soon."
"I'm almost inclined to ask which one," Ric remarked sarcastically.
"Lansing, are we going to need a restraining order placed on you and my family in order to finally keep you away?" Mike Corbin saw Courtney being razzed by someone. It shouldn't have surprised him at all when it turned out to be Ric Lansing.
Courtney smiled, "Dad."
"Please leave us alone," Mike said.
"I'm not done yet!" Ric proclaimed.
"Yes, you are," Elizabeth tugged at his shoulder and he followed her until she was back at the counter. "What are you doing?"
"Your new friend, who just happens to be Sonny's son-"
"I know that," Elizabeth cut in.
Ric jerked his head a little, "And you didn't tell me?"
"It wasn't my place to tell you anything about your family, Ric," Elizabeth said, "Besides, it looks like you found out just fine without me."
"Well whoever he is, the boy has been busy stirring up trouble. He engaged in fisticuffs with Kyle Radcliff yesterday and today Kyle died of a drug overdose with Damian being at the scene."
"He says he was trying to help Kyle." She looked at Damian, "I believe him. Damian is a nice person and I don't think he would kill anyone."
"How can you be so blind?" Ric asked.
She looked at Ric, "I don't know, Ric. I really don't know how I can be so blind to see that you still can't get over Sonny."
"Wait, Elizabeth, that's not what I meant!"
"It's your job," Elizabeth shook her head, "I know that, Ric. But you're using that job to drag down the name of someone that doesn't deserve to be harassed. You don't have any real evidence that proves he was trying to hurt Kyle, do you?"
"No, it's all speculation."
"Until you find something worth bugging him it would be better to just stay away," Elizabeth stated. "Sonny will sue you and the department for harassment and you could lose your job as ADA and any career your might have been able to fall back on in the attorney business would be discredited as well. Think about this for a second, Ric. Is that really worth throwing away everything that you've worked so hard on obtaining during your life?"
"Including you?" Ric asked softly. "If I did this would it throw away any chances that I have with you."
"I hate it when you act like the person you were, Ric," Elizabeth responded, "I won't stand around and be hurt by being nothing more than a bed warmer in the war you carry on against Sonny. Really think about everything, Ric. Think about the person you were then and the person you are now. One of them has to be erased, they can't peacefully coexist. Which one is it going to be?"
"What would I do without you to tether me to humanity?" Ric asked. "As long as I have you nothing else matters to me."
"Really?" Elizabeth tilted her head towards the trio, "Prove it. Leave them alone unless you have a good reason to bring charges against them."
"I hate him so much," Courtney said.
"Don't worry about him, honey," Mike consoled his daughter, "You didn't ask me here to have a fight with Ric Lansing. I'd really like to know why you did, though."
"I think I have the answer to that question, Mike," Everyone turned around to see Sonny, Carly, and Michael. It was Sonny who spoke.
"Grandpa!" Michael rushed into Mike's open arms. The elder Michael hoisted the younger into the air.
"The day just keeps on getting better for you, doesn't it?" Carly asked her son, a wide smile on her face.
"If Uncle Jason and Morgan were here then everyone in the family would be together!" Michael looked around.
"You all seem to be in on some inside joke that I'm drawing a blank on," Mike said, "Would someone please fill in the old man?"
"I should have told you as soon as I found out, but everything was so hectic that I didn't really think about it."
"Sonny, just tell me."
"You're a grandfather again," Sonny said.
Mike laughed, "The two of you are just like rabbits! Are you sure that it's safe to be having another child right now? So soon after Morgan?"
"I'm not pregnant again," Carly informed her father-in-law.
Mike looked puzzled, and for good reason. He had no idea what was going on, "This is making my head hurt."
"That young man right there is the grandson you never knew," Sonny pointed to Damian.
Mike turned his head, Michael still attached to his neck like a monkey, "How?"
"It's a long story," Damian said, "The abridged version is that Sonny didn't know that I was his son, or that I even existed, until I came here."
"Well isn't this a blessing in disguise?" Mike asked as he smiled at his new grandson.
Carly looked away and barely spoke the words, "Or a curse."
Docks-
Zander was waiting, looking at the ocean. Faith walked up behind him, "Normally I don't take commands from my underlings when they say that I need to see them right away. You just used up your freebie, cutie."
"That boy you gave the drugs to last night is dead, Faith," Zander said without turning around. "He overdosed on something, and we both know what it is."
"Pity," Faith said sadly, "I wanted to play with him some."
"You think this is funny?" Zander asked, "Faith, a boy died because of us. A boy died because you provided him with the means."
"We're all going to die, Zander," Faith commented, "Some of us just get to have a lot more fun during life than others."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you give him those pills," Zander said sadly.
"This isn't the best business for you to have a crisis of conscience," Faith walked to his side, "Face it, you're the pawn in this game and I'm the queen."
"I want out."
Faith laughed, "Oh really?"
"I'm not kidding, Faith," Zander pointed out, "I cannot do this anymore."
"I'd hate to see that nice suit and the body that wears it made into something that looked like Swiss cheese," She brushed off his coat, "But you see that's the only way that anyone really gets out of this life, Zander. You have to do. And if you're so bent on suicide then I don't really mind helping you. But deep down you don't want that, do you? You don't want to be buried."
"No," Zander shook his head, "I don't."
"Then we all win!" Faith exclaimed, "Come on, we've got work to do."