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Los Angeles International Airport-
The plane landed. He still wasn't very comfortable flying, although at least he didn't have to carry a bag with which to contain anything that happened to come out of his mouth. Maybe he should have taken Sonny's jet, it likely would have been much more comfortable, and devoid of crying babies that wouldn't shut their mouths for hours on end. At least he didn't have any painfully long layovers. He was thankful to be back home, he never thought that the smog infested air of Los Angeles could smell so good. It pained him when he realized that he wasn't here for anything other than to confront his family about a lifetime of lies. He wanted to have a pleasant visit, but that didn't appear to be anywhere on the itinerary.
His carry on, the only thing that he brought with him this time, safely in his hand, Damian walked down the stairs of the airport.
He heard her voice and it was so comforting, "Damian!"
He turned in the direction and saw her face, a face that he could never forget. With his mother gone, she became the most important person in his life. That still hadn't changed, even with his time away. He walked up and hugged her tightly, "Nana, I missed you."
"I missed you, too, honey."
Damian looked around, "Papi isn't with you?"
She shook her head, "You know your grandfather, he always has something to do."
Damian nodded, "Yeah, I guess he does." Even being at home didn't make him regret what he was about to do even more.
On Sonny's plane-
Sonny paced back and forth, not able to stay in his seat, not wanting to stay in his seat. Even if the information came from Ric he had a point, Sonny couldn't risk the chance that Ric was right and Sonny being too wrapped up in his hatred for his half-brother to do anything about it. He promised Michael that everything was going to be fine, he didn't want to be made a liar, not to the poor little boy. Michael had just come out of the hospital, he didn't want to see another one of his children in a hospital bed, that would likely break him.
"Sonny, calm down," Jason told him. "Everything is going to be okay. Damian knows what Faith is like, he knows to stay away from her if he sees her."
"What if he doesn't see her, Jason?" Sonny asked, irate. "What if she just sneaks up from behind him and busts a cap in his head? Then what? Damian might know to stay away from her, but Faith has ways of making sure that she gets what she wants."
"She hasn't landed in any of the airports around the Los Angeles area yet, Sonny. We've got our best men searching every single airport from San Diego on up. When she lands we're going to find out how close she is. She might not even be going to Los Angeles, we really don't have anything other than the word of Ric Lansing." Jason shook his head, "And we all know how reliable that is."
"I've got a feeling that he's telling the truth, Jason. I can feel that Damian's in trouble. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I can."
"Maybe it's just your nerves."
Sonny shook his head, "I'm his father. He might not care about me, he might hate me, and I might accept that and agree with him. I lied to him and he should hate me for it. But, no matter what, he's a part of me. You know how I am about protecting my family, I'd do anything for them. Anything at all."
"You don't have to tell me, Sonny. I'm not the one that needs to be convinced."
"You know why this happened, don't you?" Sonny asked. "Because Faith thinks that I'm weak since I've been out of the business for so long. She sees me trying to be a family man, trying to keep everyone safe and she doesn't think that I've got what it takes anymore. If she thinks that, what do the other people think? I've got a lot of enemies, Jason. People that hate me in every single country on this planet. Any of them could take a hint from Faith and use one of my children against me, or someone else that I care about. Courtney, Carly, Bobbie, You." Sonny looked out the window at the clouds as they passed over them, "But they're dead wrong. Sonny Corinthos isn't weak, he isn't afraid, and he isn't out of the business, not anymore."
Jason got up, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I'm through living this lie that I've put myself in since the minute I put that bullet through Carly's head. I regret doing that, and I always will, but doing that made me take a look at myself. I should have known better than to even think that I could get out of the life, Jason. You know as well as I do that once you take a foot in there is no way out. People think that they can use my family as pawns in their games against me? Well, I'm going to make sure that they never think that ever again. Faith's going to be a martyr for the people that think they can strong arm me into doing anything that I don't want to do." Sonny reached into a compartment of his plane and pulled out a firearm. It was carefully concealed, he had plenty of other hiding places with guns just in case the plane did get inspected. He checked for bullets and clipped the gun with another round. "One way or another, that bitch goes down for messing with my boy."
"They won't like this, Sonny," Jason said. "Carly, Courtney, even Damian. They want you to stay out of the life, you know that. Can you really get back in knowing that so many people want you out?"
"They need to understand that this is the life that I've chosen for myself and that there isn't anything I can do about it now. Believe me, Jason, at first I really wanted to be out of everything, and there was a time when I thought that I was. But look at where that got me. What if my son is already dead? What if I couldn't protect him?"
"He has a cell phone, Sonny. If he's still alive, he'll answer it."
"Not if I call him, Jason. He doesn't take my calls, he doesn't talk to me unless he has to."
"Then I'll call him," Jason picked up his phone and looked at the screen. "Damn, out of service." He grabbed the phone on the plane and used the phone book in the phone to get the information he needed to make the call. It rang and he got the voice message, "Damian, this is Jason. Look, if you get this message you need to stay someplace safe, you need to make sure that you stay as far away from Faith as you can."
Sonny sat down, "That didn't help any. You got his mailbox, we might already be too late."
"We can't be too late, Sonny. Someone would have told us that they saw Faith leaving the airport."
"Yeah well maybe the people that work for us aren't as smart as we give them credit for, Jason. They're human, they're capable of making plenty of mistakes. She's got a few hours on us, and we can't make the plane go any faster."
The phone rang and Jason picked it up, "Yes?" A few seconds passed and Jason placed the phone down.
"What is it?"
"She's been spotted."
"Where?"
Jason looked away from Sonny, "LAX."
Sonny slammed his hand on the couch, "Dammit!"
"Sonny," Jason started, "She just got off the plane less than ten minutes ago. There is no way that she could have gotten to Damian already. We've still got time."
"How much, Jason? How much?" Sonny ran his hand through his hair uneasily.
Scorpio Household-
Mac had done something that he usually did not do in his career as a lawman, he took the day off. But this wasn't a sick day, Mac felt fine. No, it was a personal day, a very personal day. He had created a wedge in his relationship with Maxie. She couldn't see that he was acting in her best interests. He truly did not want to see her get hurt. He knew she understood that, but she couldn't understand why he was so hard on her about the relationship she had with Damian. She was blinding herself to the fact that he was the son of an organized crime lord, fooling herself into thinking that somehow their love would be enough to keep her safe. Mac had seen that happen to too many people in order to let it happen to his daughter as well. Come hell or high water, Maxie would see Mac's point and she would break up with that boy.
He knocked on her door, "Maxie?" There was no answer. "Look, Maxie, I know that you're mad at me and that you think that you've got a really good reason to not talk with me, but I'm still your father and I want to talk with you. I'm coming in, all right?" There was still no sound coming from the room. By now she would at least make a moan of disapproval or something to let him know that she was alive. "Maxie?" Mac pushed the door open slightly, surprised that it was open, she almost always locked the door from the inside when she was mad at him or Georgie. He looked around the room, nothing seemed out of place, her bed was made, or no one slept in it. He had been up for hours, he hadn't heard anyone leave through the door or even the window. Where was she?
Mac turned around and pushed Georgie's door open, thinking that maybe the two fell asleep talking to each other about the situation that Mac and Maxie had the night before. Georgie was sound asleep, a big grin on her face. "Georgie! Where's your sister?"
"We're going to have triplets, Dillon!" She said aloud, probably having something to do with her dream.
Mac ignored the dream and instead focused on waking up his other daughter, "Georgie, wake up!" He shook her a bit.
Georgie moaned as her eyes fluttered open, "Dad? What is it? This is the first time I've had a day off in weeks, and I wanted to sleep in."
"Do you know where your sister is?"
"Did you try her room?" Georgie asked, more sarcastic than anything.
"Of course I did!" Mac told her. "I thought maybe she was in here with you. She wasn't?"
"Of course not!" Georgie said. "We haven't shared a room since we were little girls. You remember, don't you? We had that big fight over the collective Barbie collection and you and mom put us in-"
"Georgie!" Mac interrupted her, "I don't care about that right now. I mean, I do, but I need to know where your sister is. Did she come home before you went to bed?"
"I didn't see her at all last night. I figured she was going to spend some time with Damian before he went to Los Angeles."
Mac pulled out his phone and pressed the button that would auto-dial to Maxie. It rang a few times before the answering service picked up. Mac closed the phone right away. "Either she isn't taking my calls or something's wrong. I haven't seen her and you haven't seen her. Where could she be?"
"I don't know, dad," Georgie said, waking up slowly as she saw that her father was more than a little worried. She didn't know where her sister was, she wasn't lying. That worried her, because Maxie always told her where she was going if she didn't tell Mac, that way at least someone would know where to find her in case they needed her.
Los Angeles-
He hadn't said anything on the ride back to the place that he called home for twenty years. It wasn't unexpected. Damian had never really been one for conversation. His phone had died, he forgot to charge it before he went to bed the night before. He wondered if Maxie had already tried to call him. He wondered what she was doing, probably being bored out of her mind being a candy stripper. It wasn't a bad job, it made Damian respect her even more. At least she was getting training at the hospital, something that he had yet to do. He missed her a lot. It made him smile because he knew that he cared about her very much if he was already anticipating seeing her when he returned to Port Charles.
They stopped and parked in next to the garage. Damian got out of the car and sighed, "Home."
"Just like you remember it, isn't it?" His Nana asked, completely oblivious.
Damian looked at her, "No, not really. It's changed a lot."
"We didn't paint it or anything," She replied. "Maybe you've just been away too long."
"Yeah, maybe." He walked into the house. His Papi wasn't home yet, if he was, he'd be on his favorite chair. How long was he going to wait until he could confront the man about his lies?
Story-
Los Angeles International Airport-
The plane landed. He still wasn't very comfortable flying, although at least he didn't have to carry a bag with which to contain anything that happened to come out of his mouth. Maybe he should have taken Sonny's jet, it likely would have been much more comfortable, and devoid of crying babies that wouldn't shut their mouths for hours on end. At least he didn't have any painfully long layovers. He was thankful to be back home, he never thought that the smog infested air of Los Angeles could smell so good. It pained him when he realized that he wasn't here for anything other than to confront his family about a lifetime of lies. He wanted to have a pleasant visit, but that didn't appear to be anywhere on the itinerary.
His carry on, the only thing that he brought with him this time, safely in his hand, Damian walked down the stairs of the airport.
He heard her voice and it was so comforting, "Damian!"
He turned in the direction and saw her face, a face that he could never forget. With his mother gone, she became the most important person in his life. That still hadn't changed, even with his time away. He walked up and hugged her tightly, "Nana, I missed you."
"I missed you, too, honey."
Damian looked around, "Papi isn't with you?"
She shook her head, "You know your grandfather, he always has something to do."
Damian nodded, "Yeah, I guess he does." Even being at home didn't make him regret what he was about to do even more.
On Sonny's plane-
Sonny paced back and forth, not able to stay in his seat, not wanting to stay in his seat. Even if the information came from Ric he had a point, Sonny couldn't risk the chance that Ric was right and Sonny being too wrapped up in his hatred for his half-brother to do anything about it. He promised Michael that everything was going to be fine, he didn't want to be made a liar, not to the poor little boy. Michael had just come out of the hospital, he didn't want to see another one of his children in a hospital bed, that would likely break him.
"Sonny, calm down," Jason told him. "Everything is going to be okay. Damian knows what Faith is like, he knows to stay away from her if he sees her."
"What if he doesn't see her, Jason?" Sonny asked, irate. "What if she just sneaks up from behind him and busts a cap in his head? Then what? Damian might know to stay away from her, but Faith has ways of making sure that she gets what she wants."
"She hasn't landed in any of the airports around the Los Angeles area yet, Sonny. We've got our best men searching every single airport from San Diego on up. When she lands we're going to find out how close she is. She might not even be going to Los Angeles, we really don't have anything other than the word of Ric Lansing." Jason shook his head, "And we all know how reliable that is."
"I've got a feeling that he's telling the truth, Jason. I can feel that Damian's in trouble. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I can."
"Maybe it's just your nerves."
Sonny shook his head, "I'm his father. He might not care about me, he might hate me, and I might accept that and agree with him. I lied to him and he should hate me for it. But, no matter what, he's a part of me. You know how I am about protecting my family, I'd do anything for them. Anything at all."
"You don't have to tell me, Sonny. I'm not the one that needs to be convinced."
"You know why this happened, don't you?" Sonny asked. "Because Faith thinks that I'm weak since I've been out of the business for so long. She sees me trying to be a family man, trying to keep everyone safe and she doesn't think that I've got what it takes anymore. If she thinks that, what do the other people think? I've got a lot of enemies, Jason. People that hate me in every single country on this planet. Any of them could take a hint from Faith and use one of my children against me, or someone else that I care about. Courtney, Carly, Bobbie, You." Sonny looked out the window at the clouds as they passed over them, "But they're dead wrong. Sonny Corinthos isn't weak, he isn't afraid, and he isn't out of the business, not anymore."
Jason got up, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I'm through living this lie that I've put myself in since the minute I put that bullet through Carly's head. I regret doing that, and I always will, but doing that made me take a look at myself. I should have known better than to even think that I could get out of the life, Jason. You know as well as I do that once you take a foot in there is no way out. People think that they can use my family as pawns in their games against me? Well, I'm going to make sure that they never think that ever again. Faith's going to be a martyr for the people that think they can strong arm me into doing anything that I don't want to do." Sonny reached into a compartment of his plane and pulled out a firearm. It was carefully concealed, he had plenty of other hiding places with guns just in case the plane did get inspected. He checked for bullets and clipped the gun with another round. "One way or another, that bitch goes down for messing with my boy."
"They won't like this, Sonny," Jason said. "Carly, Courtney, even Damian. They want you to stay out of the life, you know that. Can you really get back in knowing that so many people want you out?"
"They need to understand that this is the life that I've chosen for myself and that there isn't anything I can do about it now. Believe me, Jason, at first I really wanted to be out of everything, and there was a time when I thought that I was. But look at where that got me. What if my son is already dead? What if I couldn't protect him?"
"He has a cell phone, Sonny. If he's still alive, he'll answer it."
"Not if I call him, Jason. He doesn't take my calls, he doesn't talk to me unless he has to."
"Then I'll call him," Jason picked up his phone and looked at the screen. "Damn, out of service." He grabbed the phone on the plane and used the phone book in the phone to get the information he needed to make the call. It rang and he got the voice message, "Damian, this is Jason. Look, if you get this message you need to stay someplace safe, you need to make sure that you stay as far away from Faith as you can."
Sonny sat down, "That didn't help any. You got his mailbox, we might already be too late."
"We can't be too late, Sonny. Someone would have told us that they saw Faith leaving the airport."
"Yeah well maybe the people that work for us aren't as smart as we give them credit for, Jason. They're human, they're capable of making plenty of mistakes. She's got a few hours on us, and we can't make the plane go any faster."
The phone rang and Jason picked it up, "Yes?" A few seconds passed and Jason placed the phone down.
"What is it?"
"She's been spotted."
"Where?"
Jason looked away from Sonny, "LAX."
Sonny slammed his hand on the couch, "Dammit!"
"Sonny," Jason started, "She just got off the plane less than ten minutes ago. There is no way that she could have gotten to Damian already. We've still got time."
"How much, Jason? How much?" Sonny ran his hand through his hair uneasily.
Scorpio Household-
Mac had done something that he usually did not do in his career as a lawman, he took the day off. But this wasn't a sick day, Mac felt fine. No, it was a personal day, a very personal day. He had created a wedge in his relationship with Maxie. She couldn't see that he was acting in her best interests. He truly did not want to see her get hurt. He knew she understood that, but she couldn't understand why he was so hard on her about the relationship she had with Damian. She was blinding herself to the fact that he was the son of an organized crime lord, fooling herself into thinking that somehow their love would be enough to keep her safe. Mac had seen that happen to too many people in order to let it happen to his daughter as well. Come hell or high water, Maxie would see Mac's point and she would break up with that boy.
He knocked on her door, "Maxie?" There was no answer. "Look, Maxie, I know that you're mad at me and that you think that you've got a really good reason to not talk with me, but I'm still your father and I want to talk with you. I'm coming in, all right?" There was still no sound coming from the room. By now she would at least make a moan of disapproval or something to let him know that she was alive. "Maxie?" Mac pushed the door open slightly, surprised that it was open, she almost always locked the door from the inside when she was mad at him or Georgie. He looked around the room, nothing seemed out of place, her bed was made, or no one slept in it. He had been up for hours, he hadn't heard anyone leave through the door or even the window. Where was she?
Mac turned around and pushed Georgie's door open, thinking that maybe the two fell asleep talking to each other about the situation that Mac and Maxie had the night before. Georgie was sound asleep, a big grin on her face. "Georgie! Where's your sister?"
"We're going to have triplets, Dillon!" She said aloud, probably having something to do with her dream.
Mac ignored the dream and instead focused on waking up his other daughter, "Georgie, wake up!" He shook her a bit.
Georgie moaned as her eyes fluttered open, "Dad? What is it? This is the first time I've had a day off in weeks, and I wanted to sleep in."
"Do you know where your sister is?"
"Did you try her room?" Georgie asked, more sarcastic than anything.
"Of course I did!" Mac told her. "I thought maybe she was in here with you. She wasn't?"
"Of course not!" Georgie said. "We haven't shared a room since we were little girls. You remember, don't you? We had that big fight over the collective Barbie collection and you and mom put us in-"
"Georgie!" Mac interrupted her, "I don't care about that right now. I mean, I do, but I need to know where your sister is. Did she come home before you went to bed?"
"I didn't see her at all last night. I figured she was going to spend some time with Damian before he went to Los Angeles."
Mac pulled out his phone and pressed the button that would auto-dial to Maxie. It rang a few times before the answering service picked up. Mac closed the phone right away. "Either she isn't taking my calls or something's wrong. I haven't seen her and you haven't seen her. Where could she be?"
"I don't know, dad," Georgie said, waking up slowly as she saw that her father was more than a little worried. She didn't know where her sister was, she wasn't lying. That worried her, because Maxie always told her where she was going if she didn't tell Mac, that way at least someone would know where to find her in case they needed her.
Los Angeles-
He hadn't said anything on the ride back to the place that he called home for twenty years. It wasn't unexpected. Damian had never really been one for conversation. His phone had died, he forgot to charge it before he went to bed the night before. He wondered if Maxie had already tried to call him. He wondered what she was doing, probably being bored out of her mind being a candy stripper. It wasn't a bad job, it made Damian respect her even more. At least she was getting training at the hospital, something that he had yet to do. He missed her a lot. It made him smile because he knew that he cared about her very much if he was already anticipating seeing her when he returned to Port Charles.
They stopped and parked in next to the garage. Damian got out of the car and sighed, "Home."
"Just like you remember it, isn't it?" His Nana asked, completely oblivious.
Damian looked at her, "No, not really. It's changed a lot."
"We didn't paint it or anything," She replied. "Maybe you've just been away too long."
"Yeah, maybe." He walked into the house. His Papi wasn't home yet, if he was, he'd be on his favorite chair. How long was he going to wait until he could confront the man about his lies?