Notes- Entirely random and not involved with the show in any way, but I
downloaded a Korean-pop video last night and it makes me very happy, now I
have at least one video to watch while I'm stuck in this hellhole I call
home. Yay! Sorry, still, I feel good about it.
Shadow- Yeah, this is the part where things slowly begin to crumble, at least a bit. There still be plenty of planned twists and turns before everything is said and done. Of course, there are probably plenty of unplanned twists and turns that will be used. The joys of having only a small outline for the story, right?
Shamira- Good to have you back, girl. Also good that you didn't catch up on all 8 chapters in one day because then I'd be commenting to your review for longer than the chapter of the story! I don't like Sage that much anymore, either. I liked her at first, and then I still liked her until she got all stupid and tried to break up the sacred GQ! Stupid whore. Still, she's actually pretty hot. My roommate and I were quick to point out to Dillon that if he was just looking for a sex partner he should pick Sage over Georgie, although Miss Jones is indeed the much better choice overall. I voted for Maxie as the best secondary character over at soapcentral, hope she wins, she deserves it. I didn't like Ric at first, but now he's growing on me, he is. Poor Dillon, Mac never gives him a break, but even with all his problems he isn't related to Sonny Corinthos. How would Mr. Scorpio take one of his darlings going out with the boy of a crime lord? Foreshadowing, ain't it great? I figured Damian would want to get some snide little remark in on Carly, hell, I'd sure do it if I were in his position. According to the profiles that I've seen, there is no 'e' at the end of Faith's last name, so I guess we've been spelling it wrong. No one shot me, so I think I survived the error without much trouble. The PCPD is indeed filled with many asses, but it wouldn't be the PCPD if it weren't corrupt, would it? Thanks for the info on Ric being a bastard baby. This I did not know.
I'll skip the blabbity blabbing, but it was fun to read! I never noticed that about Faith, but I can look the next time she's on. I enjoyed the conversation that happened between the two of them, it was entertaining for me to write. I always figured that Em managed to sway Zander away from the evils of his past life, so the programming that happened to him during this process of severe whipping wouldn't be very easy to break. Or, maybe Zander's just starting to get a conscience. Which is it? Perhaps a bit of both. I also enjoyed Mac and Maxie's moment together. Perhaps it was a bit too 'Full House' for a good soap opera, but it was still important to the plot of the story, so it was put in. Besides, I didn't cue that annoying "awww" track. Let us be happy.
Of course, it doesn't look like I needed to cue the "awww" track because you did it for me. I felt kind of bad that I'm not using Jason that much so I'm finding ways to incorporate him much more into this, he had a big part in the last two chapters that I wrote, which should start getting published by the end of the week. You've gotta feel for poor Damian, he really does have quite the dysfunctional family. Sure, the Q's are more than likely the ones who take the cake in that respect, but Sonny's family is just as odd. Glad my family's only about 35% as bad. Carly and Sonny appear to be in a constant struggle of power between one another. Doing what they feel is right for the other without ever talking to each other about it, and it rarely gets them anything good. But, that is the way that the relationship is and who am I to change it? Alky's a bit screwed in the head. Maybe the writers wouldn't have him think something like that, but I did. And since I'm the writer of this, well then, hah!
Well, now that the reviews are taken care of, let's get on with it!
Story-
Morgan Household-
Jason had just returned home for another day working with the position that had been left to him in the wake of Sonny's abandonment of the life that was once lead. Sonny's confidence in Jason had always been something that inspired him to do the best that he could. Sonny was one of the few people that let Jason be the person he wanted to be. Instead of using the tactics like his birth family and trying to force him to become the person that they remembered, the boy that they all loved dearly, Sonny gave Jason a chance when no one else would. Sonny let Jason choose between Jason Quartermaine and Jason Morgan. If they had given him the same option things might have been different. But that was all in the past. He had seen Sonny get through the best and the worst of times. Seen the almost always cool and calculating Corinthos express rare moments of vulnerability, where all the shielding in the world couldn't help him get over his grief. It cost Sonny a lot to give up the life, but living it almost cost him the one thing that he valued the most: Carly. It was better for all of them that Jason be in charge of the empire. He knew what to do and he knew how to do it. Yet even with this job that he always wanted there were still things that did not sit well with Jason Morgan. His wife would always be against the way he lived. She wanted to keep him and everyone else that she cared about safe. She knew that the safety wouldn't come from always wondering if Jason's body would be pulled out of the harbor, ridden with bullets. She loved Jason, she would always love Jason, but even with all that love in her heart it wouldn't let her ignore the fact that she did not feel safe. She had a breaking point, everyone did. He only hoped that she wouldn't pass that point anytime soon. He did not want to hurt her. She was laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling but really looking at the vast nothingness, her mind in deep contemplation. "Courtney?" He called out softly, trying to break her from her trance. She did nothing, not even a blink. He took a few slow steps towards her. "Courtney," He called out again, this time somewhat more forceful but still with that soft toned voice that was a polar opposite of the life he led. When she did not heed his call once more he began to worry. He checked her chest to see if she was still breathing. A sigh of relief emitted from his lips as he saw her chest heave. He gently grabbed her thigh and tried to get her attention once more, "Courtney."
Finally she looked at him, blinking rapidly as she came out of her zone. She sat up and scooted her knees closer to her chest. The warm smile that would always melt Jason's at times emotionless heart beamed once more. "Hi," She leaned in and gently kissed his lips.
"You scared me," Jason stated softly.
"I'm sorry, Jason." She looked up again, "I was just thinking about something."
"You want to talk about it?" She shook her head. Jason was wondering why she would keep something that was obviously heavy on her mind from him. "Courtney, we pledged to be honest with one another no matter what on our wedding day. Don't break those vows."
"I just don't want us to fight about this."
"Why would we fight?"
"Because we're probably on different sides of the argument."
"We have different favorite colors, different favorite foods. No one can ever see eye to eye on everything, Courtney."
"I wish it was something as trivial as that," She replied with a tinge of sorrow in her voice.
"I'll never know how to deal with the problem on your mind unless you let me know what it is." Jason sat next to her, "Please."
She looked into his eyes, she couldn't lie to them. She couldn't lie to him. "Damian found out about Sonny's life today." She looked at him, he didn't seem at all alarmed, "He left the penthouse and moved back into the apartment above Kelly's."
"Carly must be happy," Jason stated.
Courtney got up, "I'm sure she is, but Sonny's miserable. Alcazar had something to do with it all. They met earlier today and Alcazar taped it. Someone gave the tape to Damian and he played it. It doesn't go into detail about Sonny's life but it does answer some of the questions he had asked Sonny a few days ago."
"He had to find out sometime," Jason said. "Michael and Morgan will, too."
"And the person to tell them about it should be Sonny himself," Courtney quickly countered, "Not some lifeless recording."
"Sonny makes his own choices."
"And sometimes those choices cost him a lot. This one obviously did."
"You just wanted him to leave us all alone when he first came here, remember?"
Courtney looked over her shoulder at him, "I just wanted you to leave me alone for the first few months that we knew each other, remember? I made a mistake judging you back then, and I think I made one with Damian. He's not looking to hurt anyone. He just wants to find his place in a family that he never had a chance to grow up around. Switch the situations around and he reminds me of someone that I care about deeply."
"This is nothing like my life with the Quartermaines after the accident," Jason's voice was much more volatile. He didn't enjoy talking about that part of his life, not that he could remember it.
"You were the insider looking out and he's the outsider looking in, Jason. I wish you could see that."
"But I can't."
"I know you can't." She muttered, "Which is why I didn't want to tell you anything about how I felt with this situation."
He wrapped his strong arms around her, "I can't right now, and maybe I never will. But if you feel so strongly about him then maybe I'll have to take another look at him through my own eyes and give him the chance that you think he deserves."
"You might not ever get it."
"That's not for any of us to decide. That is between father and son."
Courtney started to tear up, thinking of the pain that she knew Sonny felt and what Damian may have been going through. She wished she could help, but she promised Sonny she wouldn't interfere. At least not yet.
Across the hall-
Carly looked at Sonny sitting there on the other side of the couch. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was thinking about his boy. She had won the battle that she had privately waged against him. It was her against him and she had a whole lot of tenure that she could use. There was no guarantee that he would never come back. Maybe the war wasn't over
The ever rambunctious Michael dashed down the stairs, "Mommy!"
She felt him crash into her arms and laughed, "Where were you?"
"Taking a bath," Michael answered her.
Carly made a sarcastic sound, "How much damage do we have to fix this time?"
"I didn't fight," He said, "I promised Damian I wouldn't. Is he in his room? I want to tell him!"
Carly lowered her eyes. She had taken into account the crushing blow that this would take on her darling child. Yet she thought she could handle it. Seeing Michael's eyes filled with such joy at that second only made her dread how they would shift when he did find out what happened. "Honey, we need to tell you something."
"Can't it wait?" He asked. He glanced at his father, "Daddy?" It was then that he noticed the spirit of discomfort that Sonny was emitting. His mood dropped considerably, "What's going on?"
"You see, Michael," Carly started, sugar coating the news as best she could in her head and praying to every possible deity that she remembered hoping it would work, "Damian is-"
"Gone," Sonny finished for her.
"Did he go out and do something?" Michael asked, "He's coming back, right? This is his home, we're his family!"
Sonny grabbed Michael and sat him on his lap, "Buddy, Damian decided that he couldn't live with us anymore. He went back to Kelly's."
"I can go change his mind!" Michael proclaimed, "I know I can!"
Carly grabbed his knee, "Honey, it's for the best."
He pulled away from her, "You did something to make this happen, didn't you?"
Carly was shocked, "Michael!"
"I know how much you didn't like him!" Michael shouted. "You never gave him a chance from the moment he came here! You were always pushing him away when all he wanted was to know daddy! This is your fault!" Michael started to run away.
Carly grabbed him, "Michael, wait a second!"
He pulled himself away from her with all his might, "Leave me alone!" His feet could be heard stamping up the stairs as he slammed the door to his room as hard as he possibly could.
Carly covered her mouth and began to shake. Her child had never truly acted like that with her before. The only thing that needed to be said was that he hated her. He never said it, but his eyes showed that it was true. "I can't believe it."
"Did you have something to do with this?" Sonny asked.
"I wanted to keep my son from feeling the hurt that I already knew he was going to feel when he heard what happened to Damian," Carly said, "But you had to go and tell him like you didn't even care about his feelings! Sonny, how could you do that?"
"You were going to deny him a part of the truth."
"I was going to protect him from knowing everything!"
"I did that with Damian!" Sonny shouted, "And now look where it got me? I thought I could save us all some grief by not telling Damian the truth about my past. I should have known that he'd find out somehow and now that he has I lost something that I valued. I won't make the same mistake with Michael or Morgan!"
"He's just a little boy!"
"He deserves to know the truth no matter what age he is!" Sonny walked over to the coat hanger and got his thick jacket, draping it over his shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Carly demanded to know.
"I need some air," Sonny answered her, "Don't wait up."
Carly saw the door rattle with the force that Sonny had used to slam it. She collapsed on the sofa, her emotions getting the best of her. Her child and her husband had become repulsed at the very sight of her. All because of that boy.
Upstairs, Kelly's-
Maxie had gotten lucky, the diner was still open and she could get inside and upstairs without knocking on the door. She rushed up and saw that all of the doors were closed. "Damian?" She called out, walking down the halls looking at the numbered doors. "Damian?" She heard the knob of one door turn slowly and unhinge. Damian poked his head out. Maxie smiled, "Hi."
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"You sounded really hurt and I thought you could use a friend right now. Can I come in?"
"I'd rather like to be alone right now, Maxie," Damian commented.
She shook her head, "I'm not letting you be all by yourself. When I called you sounded like you were in so much pain. You're my friend and I won't let you be alone in a time like this." Damian succumbed to her and held the door open. She walked in and looked around, "I always thought I would be living in one of this apartments someday."
"And I foolishly thought that I would never have to see it again," Damian countered.
Maxie turned around, "What happened?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
Damian sat on the edge of his bed and looked at her, "What do you know about my father? You've lived in Port Charles for a long time, your father is the Police Commissioner, surely you know something."
"Well," She didn't want to tell him anything about what she knew.
"Maxie, don't hide anything from me, please." He wasn't going to get the answer out of her with the path he was taking. Another method needed to be used, "He's a mobster, isn't he?" She turned away, giving him the only answer that he needed, "Why can't you just tell me?"
"It isn't my place to tell you something like that."
"Maxie, my father lied to me about who he was. I asked him to be straightforward with me and he wasn't," Damian stood up, "I really felt that Sonny and I were beginning to get closer. Maybe even to a level where I wouldn't think of him as Sonny Corinthos first, where I'd think of him as my dad. How could I have been so stupid?"
Maxie grabbed his hands, "You're not stupid. You're one of the nicest people I've ever met, and I barely know you. You truly believed that you could start something with Sonny that could make you both happy. You wanted that very much."
"Now everything is ruined," Damian commented on the verge of tears. "Everything."
Maxie saw him in a state of sheer depression. She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly on his. He pushed her away instantly. She was surprised, "I'm so sorry."
"That shouldn't have happened," He said.
She agreed, "No, it shouldn't have." She went for the door, "I should go."
"Maxie, I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, Damian, it was mine. If you need a friend you have my number." She closed the door and leaned against it. Damian did the same on the other end. What just happened?
Shadow- Yeah, this is the part where things slowly begin to crumble, at least a bit. There still be plenty of planned twists and turns before everything is said and done. Of course, there are probably plenty of unplanned twists and turns that will be used. The joys of having only a small outline for the story, right?
Shamira- Good to have you back, girl. Also good that you didn't catch up on all 8 chapters in one day because then I'd be commenting to your review for longer than the chapter of the story! I don't like Sage that much anymore, either. I liked her at first, and then I still liked her until she got all stupid and tried to break up the sacred GQ! Stupid whore. Still, she's actually pretty hot. My roommate and I were quick to point out to Dillon that if he was just looking for a sex partner he should pick Sage over Georgie, although Miss Jones is indeed the much better choice overall. I voted for Maxie as the best secondary character over at soapcentral, hope she wins, she deserves it. I didn't like Ric at first, but now he's growing on me, he is. Poor Dillon, Mac never gives him a break, but even with all his problems he isn't related to Sonny Corinthos. How would Mr. Scorpio take one of his darlings going out with the boy of a crime lord? Foreshadowing, ain't it great? I figured Damian would want to get some snide little remark in on Carly, hell, I'd sure do it if I were in his position. According to the profiles that I've seen, there is no 'e' at the end of Faith's last name, so I guess we've been spelling it wrong. No one shot me, so I think I survived the error without much trouble. The PCPD is indeed filled with many asses, but it wouldn't be the PCPD if it weren't corrupt, would it? Thanks for the info on Ric being a bastard baby. This I did not know.
I'll skip the blabbity blabbing, but it was fun to read! I never noticed that about Faith, but I can look the next time she's on. I enjoyed the conversation that happened between the two of them, it was entertaining for me to write. I always figured that Em managed to sway Zander away from the evils of his past life, so the programming that happened to him during this process of severe whipping wouldn't be very easy to break. Or, maybe Zander's just starting to get a conscience. Which is it? Perhaps a bit of both. I also enjoyed Mac and Maxie's moment together. Perhaps it was a bit too 'Full House' for a good soap opera, but it was still important to the plot of the story, so it was put in. Besides, I didn't cue that annoying "awww" track. Let us be happy.
Of course, it doesn't look like I needed to cue the "awww" track because you did it for me. I felt kind of bad that I'm not using Jason that much so I'm finding ways to incorporate him much more into this, he had a big part in the last two chapters that I wrote, which should start getting published by the end of the week. You've gotta feel for poor Damian, he really does have quite the dysfunctional family. Sure, the Q's are more than likely the ones who take the cake in that respect, but Sonny's family is just as odd. Glad my family's only about 35% as bad. Carly and Sonny appear to be in a constant struggle of power between one another. Doing what they feel is right for the other without ever talking to each other about it, and it rarely gets them anything good. But, that is the way that the relationship is and who am I to change it? Alky's a bit screwed in the head. Maybe the writers wouldn't have him think something like that, but I did. And since I'm the writer of this, well then, hah!
Well, now that the reviews are taken care of, let's get on with it!
Story-
Morgan Household-
Jason had just returned home for another day working with the position that had been left to him in the wake of Sonny's abandonment of the life that was once lead. Sonny's confidence in Jason had always been something that inspired him to do the best that he could. Sonny was one of the few people that let Jason be the person he wanted to be. Instead of using the tactics like his birth family and trying to force him to become the person that they remembered, the boy that they all loved dearly, Sonny gave Jason a chance when no one else would. Sonny let Jason choose between Jason Quartermaine and Jason Morgan. If they had given him the same option things might have been different. But that was all in the past. He had seen Sonny get through the best and the worst of times. Seen the almost always cool and calculating Corinthos express rare moments of vulnerability, where all the shielding in the world couldn't help him get over his grief. It cost Sonny a lot to give up the life, but living it almost cost him the one thing that he valued the most: Carly. It was better for all of them that Jason be in charge of the empire. He knew what to do and he knew how to do it. Yet even with this job that he always wanted there were still things that did not sit well with Jason Morgan. His wife would always be against the way he lived. She wanted to keep him and everyone else that she cared about safe. She knew that the safety wouldn't come from always wondering if Jason's body would be pulled out of the harbor, ridden with bullets. She loved Jason, she would always love Jason, but even with all that love in her heart it wouldn't let her ignore the fact that she did not feel safe. She had a breaking point, everyone did. He only hoped that she wouldn't pass that point anytime soon. He did not want to hurt her. She was laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling but really looking at the vast nothingness, her mind in deep contemplation. "Courtney?" He called out softly, trying to break her from her trance. She did nothing, not even a blink. He took a few slow steps towards her. "Courtney," He called out again, this time somewhat more forceful but still with that soft toned voice that was a polar opposite of the life he led. When she did not heed his call once more he began to worry. He checked her chest to see if she was still breathing. A sigh of relief emitted from his lips as he saw her chest heave. He gently grabbed her thigh and tried to get her attention once more, "Courtney."
Finally she looked at him, blinking rapidly as she came out of her zone. She sat up and scooted her knees closer to her chest. The warm smile that would always melt Jason's at times emotionless heart beamed once more. "Hi," She leaned in and gently kissed his lips.
"You scared me," Jason stated softly.
"I'm sorry, Jason." She looked up again, "I was just thinking about something."
"You want to talk about it?" She shook her head. Jason was wondering why she would keep something that was obviously heavy on her mind from him. "Courtney, we pledged to be honest with one another no matter what on our wedding day. Don't break those vows."
"I just don't want us to fight about this."
"Why would we fight?"
"Because we're probably on different sides of the argument."
"We have different favorite colors, different favorite foods. No one can ever see eye to eye on everything, Courtney."
"I wish it was something as trivial as that," She replied with a tinge of sorrow in her voice.
"I'll never know how to deal with the problem on your mind unless you let me know what it is." Jason sat next to her, "Please."
She looked into his eyes, she couldn't lie to them. She couldn't lie to him. "Damian found out about Sonny's life today." She looked at him, he didn't seem at all alarmed, "He left the penthouse and moved back into the apartment above Kelly's."
"Carly must be happy," Jason stated.
Courtney got up, "I'm sure she is, but Sonny's miserable. Alcazar had something to do with it all. They met earlier today and Alcazar taped it. Someone gave the tape to Damian and he played it. It doesn't go into detail about Sonny's life but it does answer some of the questions he had asked Sonny a few days ago."
"He had to find out sometime," Jason said. "Michael and Morgan will, too."
"And the person to tell them about it should be Sonny himself," Courtney quickly countered, "Not some lifeless recording."
"Sonny makes his own choices."
"And sometimes those choices cost him a lot. This one obviously did."
"You just wanted him to leave us all alone when he first came here, remember?"
Courtney looked over her shoulder at him, "I just wanted you to leave me alone for the first few months that we knew each other, remember? I made a mistake judging you back then, and I think I made one with Damian. He's not looking to hurt anyone. He just wants to find his place in a family that he never had a chance to grow up around. Switch the situations around and he reminds me of someone that I care about deeply."
"This is nothing like my life with the Quartermaines after the accident," Jason's voice was much more volatile. He didn't enjoy talking about that part of his life, not that he could remember it.
"You were the insider looking out and he's the outsider looking in, Jason. I wish you could see that."
"But I can't."
"I know you can't." She muttered, "Which is why I didn't want to tell you anything about how I felt with this situation."
He wrapped his strong arms around her, "I can't right now, and maybe I never will. But if you feel so strongly about him then maybe I'll have to take another look at him through my own eyes and give him the chance that you think he deserves."
"You might not ever get it."
"That's not for any of us to decide. That is between father and son."
Courtney started to tear up, thinking of the pain that she knew Sonny felt and what Damian may have been going through. She wished she could help, but she promised Sonny she wouldn't interfere. At least not yet.
Across the hall-
Carly looked at Sonny sitting there on the other side of the couch. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was thinking about his boy. She had won the battle that she had privately waged against him. It was her against him and she had a whole lot of tenure that she could use. There was no guarantee that he would never come back. Maybe the war wasn't over
The ever rambunctious Michael dashed down the stairs, "Mommy!"
She felt him crash into her arms and laughed, "Where were you?"
"Taking a bath," Michael answered her.
Carly made a sarcastic sound, "How much damage do we have to fix this time?"
"I didn't fight," He said, "I promised Damian I wouldn't. Is he in his room? I want to tell him!"
Carly lowered her eyes. She had taken into account the crushing blow that this would take on her darling child. Yet she thought she could handle it. Seeing Michael's eyes filled with such joy at that second only made her dread how they would shift when he did find out what happened. "Honey, we need to tell you something."
"Can't it wait?" He asked. He glanced at his father, "Daddy?" It was then that he noticed the spirit of discomfort that Sonny was emitting. His mood dropped considerably, "What's going on?"
"You see, Michael," Carly started, sugar coating the news as best she could in her head and praying to every possible deity that she remembered hoping it would work, "Damian is-"
"Gone," Sonny finished for her.
"Did he go out and do something?" Michael asked, "He's coming back, right? This is his home, we're his family!"
Sonny grabbed Michael and sat him on his lap, "Buddy, Damian decided that he couldn't live with us anymore. He went back to Kelly's."
"I can go change his mind!" Michael proclaimed, "I know I can!"
Carly grabbed his knee, "Honey, it's for the best."
He pulled away from her, "You did something to make this happen, didn't you?"
Carly was shocked, "Michael!"
"I know how much you didn't like him!" Michael shouted. "You never gave him a chance from the moment he came here! You were always pushing him away when all he wanted was to know daddy! This is your fault!" Michael started to run away.
Carly grabbed him, "Michael, wait a second!"
He pulled himself away from her with all his might, "Leave me alone!" His feet could be heard stamping up the stairs as he slammed the door to his room as hard as he possibly could.
Carly covered her mouth and began to shake. Her child had never truly acted like that with her before. The only thing that needed to be said was that he hated her. He never said it, but his eyes showed that it was true. "I can't believe it."
"Did you have something to do with this?" Sonny asked.
"I wanted to keep my son from feeling the hurt that I already knew he was going to feel when he heard what happened to Damian," Carly said, "But you had to go and tell him like you didn't even care about his feelings! Sonny, how could you do that?"
"You were going to deny him a part of the truth."
"I was going to protect him from knowing everything!"
"I did that with Damian!" Sonny shouted, "And now look where it got me? I thought I could save us all some grief by not telling Damian the truth about my past. I should have known that he'd find out somehow and now that he has I lost something that I valued. I won't make the same mistake with Michael or Morgan!"
"He's just a little boy!"
"He deserves to know the truth no matter what age he is!" Sonny walked over to the coat hanger and got his thick jacket, draping it over his shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Carly demanded to know.
"I need some air," Sonny answered her, "Don't wait up."
Carly saw the door rattle with the force that Sonny had used to slam it. She collapsed on the sofa, her emotions getting the best of her. Her child and her husband had become repulsed at the very sight of her. All because of that boy.
Upstairs, Kelly's-
Maxie had gotten lucky, the diner was still open and she could get inside and upstairs without knocking on the door. She rushed up and saw that all of the doors were closed. "Damian?" She called out, walking down the halls looking at the numbered doors. "Damian?" She heard the knob of one door turn slowly and unhinge. Damian poked his head out. Maxie smiled, "Hi."
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"You sounded really hurt and I thought you could use a friend right now. Can I come in?"
"I'd rather like to be alone right now, Maxie," Damian commented.
She shook her head, "I'm not letting you be all by yourself. When I called you sounded like you were in so much pain. You're my friend and I won't let you be alone in a time like this." Damian succumbed to her and held the door open. She walked in and looked around, "I always thought I would be living in one of this apartments someday."
"And I foolishly thought that I would never have to see it again," Damian countered.
Maxie turned around, "What happened?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
Damian sat on the edge of his bed and looked at her, "What do you know about my father? You've lived in Port Charles for a long time, your father is the Police Commissioner, surely you know something."
"Well," She didn't want to tell him anything about what she knew.
"Maxie, don't hide anything from me, please." He wasn't going to get the answer out of her with the path he was taking. Another method needed to be used, "He's a mobster, isn't he?" She turned away, giving him the only answer that he needed, "Why can't you just tell me?"
"It isn't my place to tell you something like that."
"Maxie, my father lied to me about who he was. I asked him to be straightforward with me and he wasn't," Damian stood up, "I really felt that Sonny and I were beginning to get closer. Maybe even to a level where I wouldn't think of him as Sonny Corinthos first, where I'd think of him as my dad. How could I have been so stupid?"
Maxie grabbed his hands, "You're not stupid. You're one of the nicest people I've ever met, and I barely know you. You truly believed that you could start something with Sonny that could make you both happy. You wanted that very much."
"Now everything is ruined," Damian commented on the verge of tears. "Everything."
Maxie saw him in a state of sheer depression. She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly on his. He pushed her away instantly. She was surprised, "I'm so sorry."
"That shouldn't have happened," He said.
She agreed, "No, it shouldn't have." She went for the door, "I should go."
"Maxie, I'm sorry."
"It wasn't your fault, Damian, it was mine. If you need a friend you have my number." She closed the door and leaned against it. Damian did the same on the other end. What just happened?