Shamira- You're right, all plotting MUST be devilish. It's a rule of some
kind. You're also right about the whole checking my notes thing. I thought
about it, but you gave me the answer that I was looking for, so... Yeah, Max
had his moment. Max fans of the world (all three of you) don't be looking
for anything big with him again. As for Damian, he's not really OF this
world, but he likes it. I'd take your piano lessons, but you've got a
smidge more training than I do, so it wouldn't be fair to me. I'm good with
the unneeded filler materials, what can I say? At least you liked it. I
know how much you often dislike the whole long paragraph thingies. Sorry
about the lack of Lorenzo to bash. Alas, I can't put the man in there EVERY
chapter to just give you reason to vent. I mean, I could, but it wouldn't
be fair to everyone else. Damian is smart, but very unlearned in the ways
of life. He knows a lot of things about human nature, but he's rarely
actually gone through the things that he knows. For your information, I
love essays! LOVE THEM!! I'd rather do an essay than a test any day of the
week. But that's how most of us English majors work. And I thought that the
final moment would be something that would give people a laugh. Looks like
I was right. I like it when I'm right.
Football is the devil. Had Janet not been a part of that event I would have avoided it like the plague it was. It was a very good thing that she was there, though. Heh, heh, heh. I think having a conversation with Edward would be fun. Actually, when it comes to Edward you don't get much conversation going, you get Edward telling you how Edward wants you to do things. I haven't seen Luke next to the new Edward, no. I miss John Engle already *sniff*. Talking to Mac seems like something that should happen, but might not ever happen. Stupid Mac. Damian and Maxie are lucky to have each other, both for their own reasons. Almost like it was planned. Oh, wait, it was... Funny thing about Dillon, at first I HATED him. Damned teenagers, get off my soap. But you're right. He's the best. Easily my favorite character. My love for him is so great. I'd go up to Scott Clifton and profess my love if it weren't so strange. I do ponder asking my parents to give me the cash for Super Soap Weekend in Disneyland, since it's only a few hours away as a birthday present. Alas, perhaps some other time.
Fanfiction.net is the devil, there is no way around it. I've dealt with this demon for two years now and it has ALWAYS been problematic. You'd think that after 2 damned years it would have fixed the bugs. Nope. No such luck. Idiots. I swear I never wanted it to get this high. Now I'm telling myself, "Just don't let it hit 200 chapters, Set... just don't let it hit 200..." What can I say, though? I love to write. I love writing this story, so it keeps me going. I love Faith as well. Some people don't think she's all that developed of a character, and while part of that is true I don't give a shit because she's DAMNED funny. Every time she's on the screen I either bust up laughing or at least snicker. I'll be so sad when she leaves the show. So sad. I could go up to Cynthia and profess my love for her. That wouldn't be as strange. Maybe give her the message to pass to Scott. Yes... this could work. Luke's quips were quite amusing as well. I think Faith is just fooling herself about Ric. Or at least hiding it really well and waiting to strike. The latter is more probable. Carly finds joy in the strangest things, doesn't she? As said before, Mac's just acting in what he feels is the best interest of his daughters. I might not support how he thinks, but I understand how he gets there. With Maxie in the hands of the Widow and said Widow fast approaching California... what's gonna happen? Guess you'll have to read.
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Mac was speechless. The phone call he had just received did not hold good information for him, and he had to let Maxie know. He wanted to let her sleep, but getting her up and informing her of what he had just learned was much more important than giving her a peaceful slumber. "Maxie..." His voice was soft, as if he had trouble saying the name himself. She obviously did not hear him. She made no motion towards awaking. Mac shook her gently, "Maxie... wake up."
Maxie stirred when she felt Mac shaking her. Her eyes opened slowly, there was a smile on her face. When she saw that it was Mac the smile quickly vanished. She felt the roses in her arms and panicked a little. Did he know? "Dad?"
Mac's eyes stared into hers. "I just got a phone call..."
"And?"
"Umm... this isn't easy, Maxie."
Maxie put the flowers down on the couch. She was worried. Her father was rarely at a loss for words. If anything, Mac often found a way to be too wordy about things. She knew that when Mac couldn't talk about something with relative ease that it wasn't exactly going to be something that she wanted to hear. More often than not it was something that she needed to hear, though. Her mind instantly flashed to Georgie. "Oh my God, what happened to Georgie? Is she all right??" Maxie knew that if anything could get Mac to look like that, it would be something happening to Georgie. Nothing else could affect him like that, not that she knew of.
Mac shook his head, "Nothing's wrong with Georgie. But... Felicia... your mother... she had an accident. She was riding a horse and she fell off."
"Oh," Maxie felt her worries leave her.
"She's in the hospital, Maxie. She's stable, but she was still hurt pretty badly."
"As long as she's alive that's all that matters, right?" Maxie wondered.
"I suppose," Mac said softly. "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Maxie asked.
"She's your mother, Maxie. She was in a very bad accident, it could have been fatal. You don't have to try and act strong around me."
"I'm not acting, dad," Maxie pointed out. "She's alive."
"That could change," Mac said.
"Mom won't die," Maxie retorted. "She's still got so many adventures that she needs to go on with various people and neglect her family. You think she's going to just stop being the person that she is? She'll find a way to recover soon enough."
"You should go see her," Mac said. "Show her that you're happy that she's okay."
Maxie shook her head, "I don't want to go see her."
"She might want to see you..."
"Then she can come back to Port Charles and see me!" Maxie shouted. "I've never been the one to leave and trek around the country and the world while I left her wondering why she wasn't important enough to be around me! I've always been here. What's stopping her from coming back once she recovers aside from that pathological fear that she has about actually being a mother to me and my little sister? She comes up with excuses for her being gone and constantly comes back with false promises about how this time she's going to stay a lot longer. I've had more than enough of my mother's lies, dad! She's never been here for me when I needed her, so why should I be there for her when she thinks that she needs me?"
"You don't mean that," Mac said. "You can't mean that."
"I can't?" Maxie snickered softly. "I've never been so serious about anything before in my life!"
"Maxie! If it were you, Felicia would come!"
Maxie got off the couch and started to walk away, "The worst part about that sentence, dad, is that you actually believe it."
"Where are you going?" Mac asked.
"I'm going to tell my little sister what you told me. I might not care much for my mother, but Georgie does, and she deserves to know."
"I really think you should go see her, Maxie," Mac was trying his hardest to persuade his daughter into visiting her mother. He understood all too well that Maxie was sick of Felicia's constant record of abandoning her children. It had been that way since they were little. But that didn't mean for one second that Mac didn't believe that Felicia loved both of her girls. He knew that she did. While he wished that Felicia had a better way of showing it, that didn't chance that the love was there. Maxie obviously couldn't see it... or was just blinding herself to it.
"I can't go see my mother in Texas and look at her hooked up to a bunch of machines that are keeping her alive! I can't pretend that I care that she gets better, because it doesn't matter to me what happens to her, dad. She's either going to get better and stay out of my life or she's not going to be better and stay out of my life. I've found a way to live without my mother around me, I'm not about to try and forget everything only to be hurt and have to go through the depression again." She opened the door and grabbed her coat, "I'm sorry that I can't be the daughter that you want me to be, dad. A part of me wishes that I could go over there and tell her that I'm so happy that she's all right and that I love her, but the bigger part of me knows that it would just be a lie like the ones that she fed me as a child."
Maxie left the home with a stunned Mac staring at the now closed door. "Oh, Maxie... I wish you could be the daughter I want you to be, too."
General Hospital-
"How do you think it went?" Georgie asked Dillon, who was with her at the Nurses Station. Even though he wasn't sick and none of the others were either, he still stayed around the Hospital a lot. It would be morbid, but he was always around when Georgie was there. He would help her when everything appeared to be too much, which it often did in the hospital. Dillon would be just as impacted with the severity of the situation, but he would somehow manage to keep Georgie smiling. He kept her happy.
"How many times have you asked me that same question since I got here?" Dillon grinned at Georgie. He understood how she felt, although he certainly never had the same feelings. He and Ned weren't exactly all that close. There was the age difference, but there was more than that to boot. Ned and Dillon were different people. Ned wanted what the other Quatermaine's wanted. They had sucked out the part of him that was original, they'd taken away his musical love, and now he was busy just being another Quatermaine drone. Dillon wouldn't ever let that happen to him. He had vision. He saw the world in his own way, and he wouldn't lose it for anyone. Not even his family. He gazed at Georgie. Maybe he'd lose it for someone... but she'd never ask him to. "My answer's still the same, you know. I'm sure everything went fine. One of them would have called one of us to vent about it if something had gone wrong."
"He looked really nice," Georgie said softly.
"Yes, he did."
"You never dressed up like that for me," She smirked.
"I rented a tuxedo for you that time we almost set the hotel on fire!" Dillon laughed. "Don't you remember?"
"How could I forget? It would have been so romantic if everything didn't blow up in our faces."
"I thought it was still plenty romantic," Dillon kissed her gently on the lips. "You know that it's just one of the stories that we'll be telling our kids and grandkids about when we're old."
"How many stories do we have?" She thought about the number herself. There were so many. They all held such special places in her heart.
"Not enough," Dillon grinned. "We've still got plenty of time to make so many more."
"Georgie..."
Dillon and Georgie turned around and saw Maxie standing in front of them. Georgie smiled, "How did everything go?"
"Fine," Maxie said, knowing what she was talking about.
"Fine?" Georgie was shocked that all she could come up with was fine. She knew how much her sister loved Damian, and she was certainly expecting something a whole lot more in depth than 'fine.' "Come on, Maxie, you've got to have more than that!"
"It's not important," Maxie said.
That almost knocked Georgie over, "Maxie? Is everything okay?"
She shook her head, "No... everything isn't okay. Georgie, you need to be strong right now, okay?"
Georgie's face turned somber. Something was wrong. "What is it?"
"Mom's in the hospital."
Georgie gasped, "How?"
"She had a horse riding accident earlier today. Dad got the call a little while ago. She's stable, but it apparently messed her up pretty badly. I wanted to be the one to tell you."
"Mom..." Georgie muttered. Dillon automatically placed his arms around his girlfriend, giving her the support that she needed.
"Dad thinks that we should go see her..." Maxie admitted softly. "I won't go."
Georgie eyed her sister, "What? Maxie, our mother's in the hospital."
"She's fine, Georgie."
"How can you say that? If she was fine she wouldn't be in the hospital! We have to go!"
"I'm not going," Maxie stated firmly. "I've got no reason to go."
Georgie pushed away from Dillon, "Maxie, I know you don't care about our mother very much, but she's our mother! I try and support the differences that you have with her, but I don't think I can do that right now!"
"What are you saying, Georgie?"
"You're acting like a heartless, spoiled brat!" Georgie almost yelled at her sister. "I'm so disappointed in you right now."
"I'm sorry that I can't be like you, Georgie. I'm sorry that I can't forgive everything that's happened to me because of our mother at the drop of a hat. I can't be a saintly figure like you, and there's nothing I can do about it! If that makes me a bad person, then fine..." Maxie tried to show her sister that her words didn't cut to her heart, but Georgie knew they did. Maxie walked away.
"Maxie... wait..."
Maxie paid her sister no heed. She was in the elevator, and she was gone.
"Mom..." A few tears ran down Georgie's face as she thought of her mother.
Dillon again hugged his girlfriend, "Everything will be fine, I promise."
Georgie shook her head, "When it comes to my mother, nothing's ever fine. I thought Maxie would care about her enough to want to see her if she was in the hospital. Dillon, I'm so afraid right now."
"Maybe you should go home, I'm sure they'll understand."
Georgie shook her head, "No, I can keep working. I need to keep active. Get my mind off of my sister and my mother. But... I hate to ask you this. Could you leave me alone? If I know you're here I'm just going to want to cry on your shoulder."
"I'd let you cry on my shoulder anytime, Georgie. You know that."
She nodded, "I know, but I don't want to be crying on anyone's shoulder right now, Dillon. Please."
"If you need anything... anything at all."
She put on a brave smile, knowing that Dillon wouldn't buy it but giving it her all anyway. "I'll call. Promise."
Dillon hugged her before he left.
When Georgie was at last alone she placed her head on the desk and sobbed, "Mommy..."
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Football is the devil. Had Janet not been a part of that event I would have avoided it like the plague it was. It was a very good thing that she was there, though. Heh, heh, heh. I think having a conversation with Edward would be fun. Actually, when it comes to Edward you don't get much conversation going, you get Edward telling you how Edward wants you to do things. I haven't seen Luke next to the new Edward, no. I miss John Engle already *sniff*. Talking to Mac seems like something that should happen, but might not ever happen. Stupid Mac. Damian and Maxie are lucky to have each other, both for their own reasons. Almost like it was planned. Oh, wait, it was... Funny thing about Dillon, at first I HATED him. Damned teenagers, get off my soap. But you're right. He's the best. Easily my favorite character. My love for him is so great. I'd go up to Scott Clifton and profess my love if it weren't so strange. I do ponder asking my parents to give me the cash for Super Soap Weekend in Disneyland, since it's only a few hours away as a birthday present. Alas, perhaps some other time.
Fanfiction.net is the devil, there is no way around it. I've dealt with this demon for two years now and it has ALWAYS been problematic. You'd think that after 2 damned years it would have fixed the bugs. Nope. No such luck. Idiots. I swear I never wanted it to get this high. Now I'm telling myself, "Just don't let it hit 200 chapters, Set... just don't let it hit 200..." What can I say, though? I love to write. I love writing this story, so it keeps me going. I love Faith as well. Some people don't think she's all that developed of a character, and while part of that is true I don't give a shit because she's DAMNED funny. Every time she's on the screen I either bust up laughing or at least snicker. I'll be so sad when she leaves the show. So sad. I could go up to Cynthia and profess my love for her. That wouldn't be as strange. Maybe give her the message to pass to Scott. Yes... this could work. Luke's quips were quite amusing as well. I think Faith is just fooling herself about Ric. Or at least hiding it really well and waiting to strike. The latter is more probable. Carly finds joy in the strangest things, doesn't she? As said before, Mac's just acting in what he feels is the best interest of his daughters. I might not support how he thinks, but I understand how he gets there. With Maxie in the hands of the Widow and said Widow fast approaching California... what's gonna happen? Guess you'll have to read.
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Mac was speechless. The phone call he had just received did not hold good information for him, and he had to let Maxie know. He wanted to let her sleep, but getting her up and informing her of what he had just learned was much more important than giving her a peaceful slumber. "Maxie..." His voice was soft, as if he had trouble saying the name himself. She obviously did not hear him. She made no motion towards awaking. Mac shook her gently, "Maxie... wake up."
Maxie stirred when she felt Mac shaking her. Her eyes opened slowly, there was a smile on her face. When she saw that it was Mac the smile quickly vanished. She felt the roses in her arms and panicked a little. Did he know? "Dad?"
Mac's eyes stared into hers. "I just got a phone call..."
"And?"
"Umm... this isn't easy, Maxie."
Maxie put the flowers down on the couch. She was worried. Her father was rarely at a loss for words. If anything, Mac often found a way to be too wordy about things. She knew that when Mac couldn't talk about something with relative ease that it wasn't exactly going to be something that she wanted to hear. More often than not it was something that she needed to hear, though. Her mind instantly flashed to Georgie. "Oh my God, what happened to Georgie? Is she all right??" Maxie knew that if anything could get Mac to look like that, it would be something happening to Georgie. Nothing else could affect him like that, not that she knew of.
Mac shook his head, "Nothing's wrong with Georgie. But... Felicia... your mother... she had an accident. She was riding a horse and she fell off."
"Oh," Maxie felt her worries leave her.
"She's in the hospital, Maxie. She's stable, but she was still hurt pretty badly."
"As long as she's alive that's all that matters, right?" Maxie wondered.
"I suppose," Mac said softly. "Are you okay?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Maxie asked.
"She's your mother, Maxie. She was in a very bad accident, it could have been fatal. You don't have to try and act strong around me."
"I'm not acting, dad," Maxie pointed out. "She's alive."
"That could change," Mac said.
"Mom won't die," Maxie retorted. "She's still got so many adventures that she needs to go on with various people and neglect her family. You think she's going to just stop being the person that she is? She'll find a way to recover soon enough."
"You should go see her," Mac said. "Show her that you're happy that she's okay."
Maxie shook her head, "I don't want to go see her."
"She might want to see you..."
"Then she can come back to Port Charles and see me!" Maxie shouted. "I've never been the one to leave and trek around the country and the world while I left her wondering why she wasn't important enough to be around me! I've always been here. What's stopping her from coming back once she recovers aside from that pathological fear that she has about actually being a mother to me and my little sister? She comes up with excuses for her being gone and constantly comes back with false promises about how this time she's going to stay a lot longer. I've had more than enough of my mother's lies, dad! She's never been here for me when I needed her, so why should I be there for her when she thinks that she needs me?"
"You don't mean that," Mac said. "You can't mean that."
"I can't?" Maxie snickered softly. "I've never been so serious about anything before in my life!"
"Maxie! If it were you, Felicia would come!"
Maxie got off the couch and started to walk away, "The worst part about that sentence, dad, is that you actually believe it."
"Where are you going?" Mac asked.
"I'm going to tell my little sister what you told me. I might not care much for my mother, but Georgie does, and she deserves to know."
"I really think you should go see her, Maxie," Mac was trying his hardest to persuade his daughter into visiting her mother. He understood all too well that Maxie was sick of Felicia's constant record of abandoning her children. It had been that way since they were little. But that didn't mean for one second that Mac didn't believe that Felicia loved both of her girls. He knew that she did. While he wished that Felicia had a better way of showing it, that didn't chance that the love was there. Maxie obviously couldn't see it... or was just blinding herself to it.
"I can't go see my mother in Texas and look at her hooked up to a bunch of machines that are keeping her alive! I can't pretend that I care that she gets better, because it doesn't matter to me what happens to her, dad. She's either going to get better and stay out of my life or she's not going to be better and stay out of my life. I've found a way to live without my mother around me, I'm not about to try and forget everything only to be hurt and have to go through the depression again." She opened the door and grabbed her coat, "I'm sorry that I can't be the daughter that you want me to be, dad. A part of me wishes that I could go over there and tell her that I'm so happy that she's all right and that I love her, but the bigger part of me knows that it would just be a lie like the ones that she fed me as a child."
Maxie left the home with a stunned Mac staring at the now closed door. "Oh, Maxie... I wish you could be the daughter I want you to be, too."
General Hospital-
"How do you think it went?" Georgie asked Dillon, who was with her at the Nurses Station. Even though he wasn't sick and none of the others were either, he still stayed around the Hospital a lot. It would be morbid, but he was always around when Georgie was there. He would help her when everything appeared to be too much, which it often did in the hospital. Dillon would be just as impacted with the severity of the situation, but he would somehow manage to keep Georgie smiling. He kept her happy.
"How many times have you asked me that same question since I got here?" Dillon grinned at Georgie. He understood how she felt, although he certainly never had the same feelings. He and Ned weren't exactly all that close. There was the age difference, but there was more than that to boot. Ned and Dillon were different people. Ned wanted what the other Quatermaine's wanted. They had sucked out the part of him that was original, they'd taken away his musical love, and now he was busy just being another Quatermaine drone. Dillon wouldn't ever let that happen to him. He had vision. He saw the world in his own way, and he wouldn't lose it for anyone. Not even his family. He gazed at Georgie. Maybe he'd lose it for someone... but she'd never ask him to. "My answer's still the same, you know. I'm sure everything went fine. One of them would have called one of us to vent about it if something had gone wrong."
"He looked really nice," Georgie said softly.
"Yes, he did."
"You never dressed up like that for me," She smirked.
"I rented a tuxedo for you that time we almost set the hotel on fire!" Dillon laughed. "Don't you remember?"
"How could I forget? It would have been so romantic if everything didn't blow up in our faces."
"I thought it was still plenty romantic," Dillon kissed her gently on the lips. "You know that it's just one of the stories that we'll be telling our kids and grandkids about when we're old."
"How many stories do we have?" She thought about the number herself. There were so many. They all held such special places in her heart.
"Not enough," Dillon grinned. "We've still got plenty of time to make so many more."
"Georgie..."
Dillon and Georgie turned around and saw Maxie standing in front of them. Georgie smiled, "How did everything go?"
"Fine," Maxie said, knowing what she was talking about.
"Fine?" Georgie was shocked that all she could come up with was fine. She knew how much her sister loved Damian, and she was certainly expecting something a whole lot more in depth than 'fine.' "Come on, Maxie, you've got to have more than that!"
"It's not important," Maxie said.
That almost knocked Georgie over, "Maxie? Is everything okay?"
She shook her head, "No... everything isn't okay. Georgie, you need to be strong right now, okay?"
Georgie's face turned somber. Something was wrong. "What is it?"
"Mom's in the hospital."
Georgie gasped, "How?"
"She had a horse riding accident earlier today. Dad got the call a little while ago. She's stable, but it apparently messed her up pretty badly. I wanted to be the one to tell you."
"Mom..." Georgie muttered. Dillon automatically placed his arms around his girlfriend, giving her the support that she needed.
"Dad thinks that we should go see her..." Maxie admitted softly. "I won't go."
Georgie eyed her sister, "What? Maxie, our mother's in the hospital."
"She's fine, Georgie."
"How can you say that? If she was fine she wouldn't be in the hospital! We have to go!"
"I'm not going," Maxie stated firmly. "I've got no reason to go."
Georgie pushed away from Dillon, "Maxie, I know you don't care about our mother very much, but she's our mother! I try and support the differences that you have with her, but I don't think I can do that right now!"
"What are you saying, Georgie?"
"You're acting like a heartless, spoiled brat!" Georgie almost yelled at her sister. "I'm so disappointed in you right now."
"I'm sorry that I can't be like you, Georgie. I'm sorry that I can't forgive everything that's happened to me because of our mother at the drop of a hat. I can't be a saintly figure like you, and there's nothing I can do about it! If that makes me a bad person, then fine..." Maxie tried to show her sister that her words didn't cut to her heart, but Georgie knew they did. Maxie walked away.
"Maxie... wait..."
Maxie paid her sister no heed. She was in the elevator, and she was gone.
"Mom..." A few tears ran down Georgie's face as she thought of her mother.
Dillon again hugged his girlfriend, "Everything will be fine, I promise."
Georgie shook her head, "When it comes to my mother, nothing's ever fine. I thought Maxie would care about her enough to want to see her if she was in the hospital. Dillon, I'm so afraid right now."
"Maybe you should go home, I'm sure they'll understand."
Georgie shook her head, "No, I can keep working. I need to keep active. Get my mind off of my sister and my mother. But... I hate to ask you this. Could you leave me alone? If I know you're here I'm just going to want to cry on your shoulder."
"I'd let you cry on my shoulder anytime, Georgie. You know that."
She nodded, "I know, but I don't want to be crying on anyone's shoulder right now, Dillon. Please."
"If you need anything... anything at all."
She put on a brave smile, knowing that Dillon wouldn't buy it but giving it her all anyway. "I'll call. Promise."
Dillon hugged her before he left.
When Georgie was at last alone she placed her head on the desk and sobbed, "Mommy..."
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