Shadow- Don't worry. FF.net often has problems. It's good for what it does, but sometimes the errors make it so very frustrating. Actually, the one who asked the question was Jason. I figure that he still thinks that Damian is A) not of legal drinking age and B) at the Cellar. Jason knows who owns the Cellar now, and went there to talk with said person. Seeing Sonny's son there, I felt that it would only be natural for him to wonder such a thing. I could be wrong. Oh, and you were the 50th review (cheer). Plus, I'm not going to LA tomorrow, the trip got postponed for a bit. So, I'll still be updating.

Story-

Damian turned himself around, hoping to ignore the fact that Jason Morgan, more than likely his father's lead henchman, was standing a mere five feet away. Jason, on the other hand, wasn't going to back down anytime soon. "I asked you a question."

"I don't see how it's any of your business. I'm here, and I'm going to stay here."

Jason grabbed Damian's shoulder, "No, you're not."

"Give me one good reason why I should listen to you."

"Because I know what goes on in this place and you don't," Jason told him, "Your father wouldn't like it if I just let you stay in this place."

Damian chuckled, "Your attempt to make me a believer about Sonny's concern over my well being is noted, but it won't help any. I'm staying here."

"I'll take you out by other means if I have to, don't think that I won't do whatever it takes to get my point across."

"What are you going to do, Jason?" Damian wondered, "Shoot me for being unruly? I'm sure you or Sonny have done it plenty of times without giving it second thought. What's one more body added to the ever rising body count?"

"This isn't the time or place for this discussion," Jason stated, "And I'm not the person that you should be talking to about this. Go back to the penthouse and talk with Sonny, work something out."

"I'd love to, but I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"With what?"

Damian pointed behind Jason, "With her."

Faith was carrying a small glass in one of her hands. She grinned at Jason, "Mr. Morgan, whatever do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"Stay out of this, Faith." Jason demanded.

"Well, I'm sure if I were a better person I'd stay out of this, but since this is my establishment I can butt in as much as I want. But do tell me whatever it is that you two men are bickering about. After all, infighting is just so much more amusing when I can understand the subtext." Faith found that the day was picking up now, and she was plenty happy about it.

"Go home now," Jason ordered Damian, "Either back to the penthouse or to your apartment, just get out of here."

"I don't listen to orders, Jason," Damian stated sternly, "Not from you and certainly not from Sonny."

Faith's ears perked up, "Now what would Sonny Corinthos want with a young man like yourself?"

"That is none of your concern!" Jason pointed at Faith while looking at Damian, "Do this thing that I'm asking. If not for your father than at least for Michael."

"Using the kid against me," Damian shook his head, "You really do use anything necessary."

Faith whistled, "You two boys are tossing around a lot of names here. Sonny tends to be somehow involved in everything that happens around these parts, but why in the world would the carrot-top be mentioned?"

Jason looked at her and noticed the cup she was holding. "Looking to poison someone else, Faith?"

"Junior over there is 21 now. Surely your mental impairment didn't make you forget that in this country the legal drinking age is 21." She dangled the cup, swirling the contents inside, "It's my present to him, and you know how much I love giving presents." Jason knocked the glass out of her hand. It crashed to the ground and crumbled, spilling the alcohol inside the glass all over the floor. Faith pouted, "I hope you know that I'm expecting you to pay for that."

"Put it on my tab," Jason retorted.

"You don't have a tab," Faith countered.

"And you don't have another victim," Jason yanked Damian by his arm, almost dragging him out of the Cellar.

Faith huffed, "Well, that went nowhere fast. Oh, manservant!"

Zander walked out of the shadows, "You know how much I hate it when you call me things like that."

Faith grinned as she turned towards him, "And you know how much I don't give a damn about how you feel. I pay you more than you're worth and I expect service. If you want to be disobedient with me go right ahead, but I won't be responsible for picking up the pieces that are left of you when everything is said and done." She grabbed his jacket cuffs and fluffed them a bit, "Now, have we reached an agreement?"

Zander was quiet for a moment before speaking. "Yeah, we are."

"Good," Faith tapped his cheeks, "I want you to follow Morgan and that boy. I've got an idea about why Jason is so interested in him. Obviously he isn't a Quartermaine because if he was Jason more than likely wouldn't give a damn what he was doing. But do stay out of sight, would you? I'd hate it if I wasn't there to see you fall."

"You just appreciate me so much, don't you?"

Faith nodded, "I only pretend to not give a damn about the people that I value, Zander. Basic defense mechanism that I learned when I was just a little girl and wearing pink. Some things help you get through life, that's one of mine. Now, be a good boy and get to work."

Outside-

Jason dragged Damian around the corner, getting him a comfortable distance away from the Cellar, in case Faith felt like doing some eavesdropping. "You know you're on your way to a fast death hanging around people like Faith Rosco."

"How much safer could she be than Sonny Corinthos?" Damian asked, "It seems to me like I can't take two steps in any direction around here without bumping into someone shady. Might as well spend some time with the evil person who didn't lie to me, right?"

"She's deadly, Damian."

"So are you."

"I wasn't going to poison you," Jason commented, "She was."

Damian rolled his eyes, "Aren't you being a little too suspicious of her?"

"No," Jason responded bluntly, "I'm not. Your father sent me to check up on her, but I'm glad I bumped into you along the way. I'm even more thankful that I managed to save you from whatever it was Faith had planned for you. You should talk to Sonny, Damian."

"We have nothing to talk about," Damian said, "I won't listen to his lies anymore."

"Are you so sure that everything he says to you is a lie?"

"I'm willing to take my chances."

"Sonny's not willing to lose you."

"He already did." Damian stated coldly.

"Can't you just give him a chance?" Jason asked. He shouldn't be fighting Sonny's battles for him, but the chance presented itself. If he could help Sonny now he'd do it.

"I don't let myself get stepped on more than once by anyone, Jason. Not even my father." Damian started to walk past Jason, "Thanks for the help, I suppose I should have been more careful around people in this town. Maybe I should have learned my lesson the first time. I'm sure that Sonny's got plenty of other things that he wanted you to do, so I won't keep you from it. Do me a favor if we ever meet up again, would you? Spare me the PBS infomercial drill, I don't have the time for it." Damian walked away, leaving Jason alone, or so he thought.

"Interesting connection you have to that young man," Zander came out and stood in front of Jason. "You're trying to be the overprotective Uncle, and it isn't working."

"He's not my nephew."

Zander chuckled, "Let's count down the line until we find the connection, shall we? He's Sonny's son, who is Courtney's brother, and she's your wife. You want me to put it together for you?" Jason walked in the opposite direction of Zander.

Port Charles Police Department-

"They're in!" Scott Baldwin rushed into the room holding a paper, "The results from the autopsy on Radcliff."

Ric got up, "What did they say?"

"The same thing that we concluded. He overdosed on drugs. It's plenty of evidence that is needed to drag Sonny into the slammer!"

Ric grabbed the paper and looked at the substance, "I'm afraid that you're going to have to wait a bit longer to put Sonny away, Scott."

Scott's jaw dropped, "What are you talking about, Lansing?"

"Sonny doesn't sell this product," Ric handed the paper back, "He can't be the culprit."

"And why not?"

"Think about it, Scott. How could Sonny provide Kyle with drugs that he doesn't have in his supply?"

"It doesn't take that long to get some new product in, Ric!" Scott stated, "Why are you protecting him?"

"Because you're trying to drag him down for something that he had no part of. We're here to uphold the law, not bend it to our liking."

"Since when?" Scott wondered, "This place has been corrupt since before Edward Quartermaine was born!"

"It's stopping now, Scott!" Ric ordered, "We're not putting ourselves under further scrutiny anymore! I'm tired of being sent on hunches only to have it come back in the paper and make us all look like we're incompetent. If you had any idea how to really do this job you'd feel the same way."

"You picked the worst time to develop a conscience!"

Ric turned away, "It's about time that one of us did."