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that things have been and will forever be. Trust me, I've been a member of
this site for two years, give or take, and everything has been the same.
Granted, they've gotten a little better, but overall it's still plenty
buggy. I do hope that you were able to read Chapter 35, and, subsequently,
Chapter 36. If not, I understand, for it is not your fault, it is the
devilish ways of Fanfiction.net.
Story-
Carly watched as Sonny dug into his pocket, no doubt getting ready to pull out his cell phone and call his son. She reached for his hand and stopped him, "How can you be so sure, Sonny? Maybe Michael ate something that didn't agree with his stomach."
Sonny gently pulled his hand away from Carly's, "I know you don't like the kid much, Carly. But don't you think that, for one brief moment, you could stop acting selfish, only thinking of yourself, and instead worry about your son?"
"My children are the most important things in my life, much more important than myself!" Carly was offended that Sonny would even assume that she didn't care about Michael enough to get over her less than pleasant opinion of Damian.
"Then why not act like it for a change," Sonny said bluntly as he pulled out the phone.
As he was about to dial he heard a voice from down the hall, "You've really done it this time, Sonny!"
Sonny looked up to see Alan and Monica walking towards him. It was Alan's voice who he heard, and it was Alan who spoke to him again, "What happened to our grandson?"
"That is the concern of Michael's parents and his parents alone," Sonny said. "Or, do you need me to get a copy of the adoption papers stating that I am Michael's father, legally, under any and all circumstances."
"Regardless of the court's decree we are his birth grandparents!" Alan's voice was getting louder with each word, "We're blood!"
"Tainted blood," Sonny shot back.
Monica interjected in an effort to act as peacemaker, "Please. Sonny, Carly, we just want to know what happened. We love Michael so much and only want to make sure that he is all right. I'm sure we can speak with each other peacefully, without the constant threats and accusations. Can't we, Alan?"
Alan calmed his nerves, but it was obvious that he still wasn't very comfortable with the situation that he found himself placed under. "Yes," He replied, "We can."
"We don't owe you any explanations!" Carly stated, "Michael is our son, our responsibility. You're just upset because there is a life that the Quatermaine's cannot control. You can't manipulate my son's life like you have everyone else that has been a member of that family!" Carly stood at Sonny's side, "Sonny is a much better father to Michael than AJ ever could be. You want to know why? Because Sonny is capable of caring for people in ways that don't involve how much they are worth financially. He doesn't see people as risks to the business or the family reputation. He sees them for who they are."
"If Sonny's such a good father then why does he continue to constantly place both your children in danger?" Alan asked, "We might be a family with certain quirks, but we never go around carrying guns, worrying about turning the corner and being shot in the back!"
"All right, enough!" Bobbie yelled. She had stayed in the room with her grandson for long enough, she wasn't going to let this outburst pour into his room. "Alan, Monica, we don't know what Michael's condition is exactly, but Doctor Lewis has said that it is something psychological."
"No doubt some trauma that he has went through living with that mobster!" Alan stated, "I watched as you took my son away from me, I won't let you do it to my grandson as well!"
"You don't know if this is his fault, Alan!" Monica stated, "Just let it be."
Alan looked at his wife, "Now you're defending him?"
"I'm trying to be supportive for Michael's well being. He may not ever recognize us as his grandparents, but I can't stand by and let anyone, even you, put him into a firing zone like this. Let's go!" She turned to Bobbie, "You'll let us know of any changes, won't you?"
"Of course."
The three watched as Alan and Monica continued elsewhere, noticing that Alan would always toss a look behind his shoulder. Carly sighed, "Thank God I got out of that family in time."
Bobbie was once more saddened by her daughter's performance. "That could have all been avoided if you would have just told them the answers that they were looking for, Carly."
"I do not have to tell those people anything, mother!" Carly sat on a chair, "I do not want them in my son's life. You know what they're like. They take people and taint them with their greed and snobbery. I can't let that happen to my son!"
"They were concerned about a child, Carly!" Bobbie responded, "The same way you or I would be if we knew that a little boy wasn't feeling well. Michael is loved by so many people in this town, those that are our family and are not. You shouldn't be so hostile towards those that are only acting human."
"He shouldn't have attacked Sonny," Carly muttered.
"I know," Bobbie agreed, "Alan's always been prone to lashing out if provoked enough."
"Where is Sonny at, anyway?" Carly glanced around the room and saw that her husband had slipped out sometime during the heart to heart between mother and daughter. "I should go look for him."
"He's not going anywhere," Bobbie said, "Sonny won't leave Michael alone. We both know that."
Sonny had indeed stepped away from the crossfire. Thinking very little of his dispute with Alan he focused on the matter at hand. He pressed a speed dial on his cell phone that instantly transmitted its signal to Courtney's. She was inside Sonny's home, rocking Morgan as he slept in order to keep him even more docile. When the phone went off she reached over to the table that she had put it on and answered the call, "Sonny?"
"I need you to do me another favor."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Call Damian and tell him to come here as soon as he can."
Courtney was confused, "Why do you want me to call him?"
"I've got an idea to help Michael and it involves him."
"Shouldn't you call him?"
"I can't," Sonny replied, "I can't take the chance of him not believing me and thinking it's another one of my lies. Please, Courtney, you're the only one that even has a chance of getting him over here. Do you need his number?"
"No, I have it saved." She adjusted Morgan's blanket, "I'll call him right away."
"Thanks," Sonny closed the phone and walked towards Michael's room again. He was playing a gambit, but he hoped that it would work in his favor. It was the only idea he had at the moment.
Kelly's Diner-
Elizabeth noticed Damian coming down the stairs. "How was your 21st?"
"Horrible."
"At least you can remember it," She coyly commented, "A lot of people end up thinking it never happened."
"Believe me, I'd love for last night to never have happened."
She felt bad for him. Everything was going downhill fast. But then that was what often happened to people whom got involved in the life of Sonny Corinthos. The worst part was that Damian was an unwilling party in Sonny's life. The lost son looking for acceptance and finding nothing but wall after wall in his way. Her heart went out to him. "You need an ear to yak at?"
"No thanks. Last night is better kept between myself and the parties involved."
"I wish I could make it better."
"You're not the only one." His phone began to ring and he picked it out of his pocket. The number read 'Courtney'. His first instinct was to not answer it, but Courtney was there for him after the incident with Kyle. She wasn't his father. It wasn't fair to her that he should treat her differently. "Courtney?"
"Damian," Courtney had placed Morgan in his crib, "Where are you?"
"Kelly's, why?"
"Your father wants you at the hospital."
Damian turned away from Elizabeth, "Is something wrong?"
"Michael's in there."
"For what?"
"I don't know. Something psychological. He's not talking to anyone, he can't talk anymore." She wished she could give him more, but she didn't have anything else to tell him.
"When did this happen?"
"Only a few hours ago. Please, if you can make it over there-"
"I'm already on my way, Courtney." Damian closed the phone. "Michael."
Elizabeth wasn't purposefully eavesdropping, but she was only a few feet away, "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm going to find out," Damian hurried out of Kelly's.
Story-
Carly watched as Sonny dug into his pocket, no doubt getting ready to pull out his cell phone and call his son. She reached for his hand and stopped him, "How can you be so sure, Sonny? Maybe Michael ate something that didn't agree with his stomach."
Sonny gently pulled his hand away from Carly's, "I know you don't like the kid much, Carly. But don't you think that, for one brief moment, you could stop acting selfish, only thinking of yourself, and instead worry about your son?"
"My children are the most important things in my life, much more important than myself!" Carly was offended that Sonny would even assume that she didn't care about Michael enough to get over her less than pleasant opinion of Damian.
"Then why not act like it for a change," Sonny said bluntly as he pulled out the phone.
As he was about to dial he heard a voice from down the hall, "You've really done it this time, Sonny!"
Sonny looked up to see Alan and Monica walking towards him. It was Alan's voice who he heard, and it was Alan who spoke to him again, "What happened to our grandson?"
"That is the concern of Michael's parents and his parents alone," Sonny said. "Or, do you need me to get a copy of the adoption papers stating that I am Michael's father, legally, under any and all circumstances."
"Regardless of the court's decree we are his birth grandparents!" Alan's voice was getting louder with each word, "We're blood!"
"Tainted blood," Sonny shot back.
Monica interjected in an effort to act as peacemaker, "Please. Sonny, Carly, we just want to know what happened. We love Michael so much and only want to make sure that he is all right. I'm sure we can speak with each other peacefully, without the constant threats and accusations. Can't we, Alan?"
Alan calmed his nerves, but it was obvious that he still wasn't very comfortable with the situation that he found himself placed under. "Yes," He replied, "We can."
"We don't owe you any explanations!" Carly stated, "Michael is our son, our responsibility. You're just upset because there is a life that the Quatermaine's cannot control. You can't manipulate my son's life like you have everyone else that has been a member of that family!" Carly stood at Sonny's side, "Sonny is a much better father to Michael than AJ ever could be. You want to know why? Because Sonny is capable of caring for people in ways that don't involve how much they are worth financially. He doesn't see people as risks to the business or the family reputation. He sees them for who they are."
"If Sonny's such a good father then why does he continue to constantly place both your children in danger?" Alan asked, "We might be a family with certain quirks, but we never go around carrying guns, worrying about turning the corner and being shot in the back!"
"All right, enough!" Bobbie yelled. She had stayed in the room with her grandson for long enough, she wasn't going to let this outburst pour into his room. "Alan, Monica, we don't know what Michael's condition is exactly, but Doctor Lewis has said that it is something psychological."
"No doubt some trauma that he has went through living with that mobster!" Alan stated, "I watched as you took my son away from me, I won't let you do it to my grandson as well!"
"You don't know if this is his fault, Alan!" Monica stated, "Just let it be."
Alan looked at his wife, "Now you're defending him?"
"I'm trying to be supportive for Michael's well being. He may not ever recognize us as his grandparents, but I can't stand by and let anyone, even you, put him into a firing zone like this. Let's go!" She turned to Bobbie, "You'll let us know of any changes, won't you?"
"Of course."
The three watched as Alan and Monica continued elsewhere, noticing that Alan would always toss a look behind his shoulder. Carly sighed, "Thank God I got out of that family in time."
Bobbie was once more saddened by her daughter's performance. "That could have all been avoided if you would have just told them the answers that they were looking for, Carly."
"I do not have to tell those people anything, mother!" Carly sat on a chair, "I do not want them in my son's life. You know what they're like. They take people and taint them with their greed and snobbery. I can't let that happen to my son!"
"They were concerned about a child, Carly!" Bobbie responded, "The same way you or I would be if we knew that a little boy wasn't feeling well. Michael is loved by so many people in this town, those that are our family and are not. You shouldn't be so hostile towards those that are only acting human."
"He shouldn't have attacked Sonny," Carly muttered.
"I know," Bobbie agreed, "Alan's always been prone to lashing out if provoked enough."
"Where is Sonny at, anyway?" Carly glanced around the room and saw that her husband had slipped out sometime during the heart to heart between mother and daughter. "I should go look for him."
"He's not going anywhere," Bobbie said, "Sonny won't leave Michael alone. We both know that."
Sonny had indeed stepped away from the crossfire. Thinking very little of his dispute with Alan he focused on the matter at hand. He pressed a speed dial on his cell phone that instantly transmitted its signal to Courtney's. She was inside Sonny's home, rocking Morgan as he slept in order to keep him even more docile. When the phone went off she reached over to the table that she had put it on and answered the call, "Sonny?"
"I need you to do me another favor."
"Sure, what is it?"
"Call Damian and tell him to come here as soon as he can."
Courtney was confused, "Why do you want me to call him?"
"I've got an idea to help Michael and it involves him."
"Shouldn't you call him?"
"I can't," Sonny replied, "I can't take the chance of him not believing me and thinking it's another one of my lies. Please, Courtney, you're the only one that even has a chance of getting him over here. Do you need his number?"
"No, I have it saved." She adjusted Morgan's blanket, "I'll call him right away."
"Thanks," Sonny closed the phone and walked towards Michael's room again. He was playing a gambit, but he hoped that it would work in his favor. It was the only idea he had at the moment.
Kelly's Diner-
Elizabeth noticed Damian coming down the stairs. "How was your 21st?"
"Horrible."
"At least you can remember it," She coyly commented, "A lot of people end up thinking it never happened."
"Believe me, I'd love for last night to never have happened."
She felt bad for him. Everything was going downhill fast. But then that was what often happened to people whom got involved in the life of Sonny Corinthos. The worst part was that Damian was an unwilling party in Sonny's life. The lost son looking for acceptance and finding nothing but wall after wall in his way. Her heart went out to him. "You need an ear to yak at?"
"No thanks. Last night is better kept between myself and the parties involved."
"I wish I could make it better."
"You're not the only one." His phone began to ring and he picked it out of his pocket. The number read 'Courtney'. His first instinct was to not answer it, but Courtney was there for him after the incident with Kyle. She wasn't his father. It wasn't fair to her that he should treat her differently. "Courtney?"
"Damian," Courtney had placed Morgan in his crib, "Where are you?"
"Kelly's, why?"
"Your father wants you at the hospital."
Damian turned away from Elizabeth, "Is something wrong?"
"Michael's in there."
"For what?"
"I don't know. Something psychological. He's not talking to anyone, he can't talk anymore." She wished she could give him more, but she didn't have anything else to tell him.
"When did this happen?"
"Only a few hours ago. Please, if you can make it over there-"
"I'm already on my way, Courtney." Damian closed the phone. "Michael."
Elizabeth wasn't purposefully eavesdropping, but she was only a few feet away, "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm going to find out," Damian hurried out of Kelly's.