Shamira- Welcome back to the land of the reviews! Yes, the longer you wait,
the more dire the situation in the catch up department. But, worry not,
when I actually finish this story (because it WILL finish... eventually)
you will have all the time in the world to play catch-up! Yeah, Ric's one
twisted fellow, but he does have much love for Elizabeth and doesn't want
to see her pained. The entire little sub-plot to that whole thing was
making Ric the unlikely savior in the situation, since he's the only one
who knew that Faith was gone. I can just see a young Faith walking around
and asking people... more like telling them to buy her cookies. If they
didn't, she'd whack them. Yes, I support the Zaxie, for it is a good and
pure thing. But, the story is not about Zaxie, so it cannot be anything too
intense. Plus, it was giving Zander one of his few moments outside of being
Faith's little helper bitch. Hope it worked.
As stated, Ric was doing the nice thing for Elizabeth, but at the same time he thought he could do something that would hurt his brother, which is something that he still on some level wants. If Elizabeth wasn't there, he probably would have just turned around. Yeah, the thing with Michael was planned because I wanted Michael to know something, but not hear everything. Plus, like you said, Sonny wouldn't have given him the time. Ric's monologue was a bunch of fun, it was! I wasn't watching during the whole push down the stairs thing, but I bet it will be resolved sometime. Yes, Jason is in many ways Sonny's little (but taller than him) helper bitch, which can be amusing at times. You're right about Sonny's point, and you'll see how right you were when you keep reading. Which should, presumably, be in about 2 and a half weeks. Just kidding.
Story-
Corinthos Household-
Sonny walked in, Michael holding his hand, Courtney a few steps behind with Morgan in tow. Michael appeared to be much happier than he was when he ran into Ric. There was no indication that Michael had even seen Ric at the park earlier, but that didn't take away from the fact that he did.
Carly was still in the living room from her prior encounter with Damian. She looked at her family, the family that she accused him of stealing from her. They meant more to her than anything else. Her husband, her sons, her best friend and sister-in-law. They were part of her world, and she didn't want to let them go. She wouldn't let them go. She wouldn't have to. He wasn't going to take them away from her. "Did you have a good time, Mr. Man?"
"We had Kelly's!" Michael proudly proclaimed.
Carly laughed softly. The boy had eaten Kelly's more often than not. When Sonny would leave them to go on business that was what they would have, since Carly could not be trusted to make anything short of cereal and maybe, if the planets were properly aligned, a bowl of salad. "I'll take that as a yes." Michael ran over and hugged his mother, "You thanked your daddy for taking you out, didn't you?"
Michael turned his head, "Thank you, daddy."
Sonny grinned, "No problem, buddy." Sonny picked up a paper bag, "We figured you'd want something to eat, Carly. So we got you a meal to go."
"You didn't have to," Carly said.
"You have to eat, Carly," Courtney smiled. It didn't have any negative implications.
"She happens to eat a lot, Courtney," Sonny mentioned.
"Only when you make the food that I like, Sonny!" Carly quickly defended herself. "And, since you rarely make food for us, it's such an uncommon occurrence that I'm allowed to indulge myself from time to time. Wouldn't you agree?"
"You saying you want me to cook more often?" Sonny wondered.
"I think we're all in agreement that we could certainly stand to eat some more of your fine cuisine, Sonny," Carly watched as Michael and Courtney nodded their heads in agreement.
"Maybe tomorrow," Sonny said.
"How was Morgan?" Carly asked.
Courtney held the baby and bounced him a little, "Perfect little angel, like always."
"He didn't give you any problems?"
Sonny spoke, "No, he was fine, Carly. You don't have to worry about him."
"I'm not worried about him, I know that he's safe with you and Courtney. I just needed to know how he was while he was away from me, that's all."
The door opened as Damian walked in from the other end of the hall. He wasn't expecting everyone to be home. "You're home?"
"So are you," Sonny commented. "How did everything go?"
"Fine," Damian stated. "Maxie saw that I was going to be fine and I told her not to worry. She probably will, though."
"What makes you think that?" Courtney asked.
"Wouldn't you still be worried about the situation if it were Uncle Jason instead of me? Even if he told you not to worry about it, you would be, wouldn't you?"
"I guess I would."
"Speaking of which, I checked his injury a few minutes ago. Everything seems to be fine."
"You fixed Uncle Jason?" Michael pulled away from Carly.
Damian shook his head, "I helped make sure that it couldn't get any worse. It will heal on its own."
"How?"
"Have you ever had a cut before?" Damian asked.
"Yeah."
"And did someone put a bandage over it?" Michael nodded his head in affirmation. "And then when they took the bandage off a while later, it was all gone, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"That's what I did for Uncle Jason. I made sure that he was bandaged enough so that he could heal himself. Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"Should I be looking for anything?" Courtney asked.
"Just make sure that he doesn't bleed all that much. Everything's fine, Aunt Courtney. I promise."
Courtney smiled. She trusted his word. He wouldn't lie to her. "I think I'll go and check on him." She handed Morgan over to her grown nephew. "If you guys need anything..."
"Go be with your husband," Carly practically ordered. "I'm sure that you being around him is going to help him heal faster than anything else."
Damian was looking at Morgan. He was still uneasy about holding his infant brother. It was slowly becoming something he was more adjusted to, but now he still couldn't shake that feeling of wondering about the possibility of breaking the kid. His eyes turned to Carly. He was expecting her to look at him like she always had, especially now that he had Morgan in his arms. He was expecting that scornful eye and a scowl on her face. Instead he got... a smile? It faded quickly, but he knew it was there. Morgan laughed the laugh that small children make, which was a strange but still distinctive sound. "Don't be laughing at me, kid." Damian grinned.
"He likes you," Michael said.
"How can you tell?"
"I just know."
Sonny held out his arms, "I'm sure Morgan's really tired from all the excitement he had today. He should probably take a nap. Give him here." Damian did as he was asked and handed Morgan to their father. "Hey, buddy. You sleepy? Yeah, you are. Come on, I'll take you to your crib."
Damian couldn't help but smile as he saw his father lose that face that he often worked so hard to maintain. Everyone did that around their kids when they were babies. It was like some predisposed feeling that they had to act like their conception of small children in order to actually make any headway with the baby. Damian didn't see a problem with it, but it was still funny to watch the high and mighty Sonny Corinthos almost reduced to 'baby-isms' when he was around Morgan.
"Daddy has to talk to him like that because he's just a baby and he wouldn't understand the big people words like we do," Michael proclaimed.
"Antidisestablishmentarianism," Damian said blankly.
"Huh?"
"That's a big people word."
"No it isn't!" Michael replied.
Damian went to his room and grabbed his dictionary. It only took a minute. Walking back into the living room while thumbing through the words that began with 'A,' Damian found what he was looking for and knelt down next to Michael. "Look right there."
Michael looked at the extremely long and complex word. He had no idea what it meant.
"Don't worry about it, Michael. You'll understand in time, and if you can't we'll be here to help you."
"All of you?" Michael asked.
"I hope so," Damian didn't turn his eyes towards Carly, but the implication was more than enough."
"When Uncle Jason gets better... do you think we can do something together? All of us?"
"I don't know. I certainly wouldn't be against the idea, but I can't speak for everyone else."
"What do you want to do, honey?" Carly asked from the couch, examining the conversation.
"I don't know. We could have a nice dinner. Daddy could cook for us."
"I like that idea already," Carly smiled. "What do you think, Damian?"
He nodded, "I certainly wouldn't be against all of us spending time together as a family."
"We could have Grandpa Mike and Grandma Bobbie come, too!" Michael wanted everyone that he cared for to be in the room with him for his planned celebration.
Carly kept her smile, pleased with how her son wanted everyone to be together, "I'm sure they wouldn't mind, but they're very busy people."
Michael turned his eyes down. "I just want us to be a family."
"We are, Michael," Damian told him while placing a hand on his shoulder. "No matter how much we argue, we're always going to be a family. We're always going to be there for each other when we need each other."
"Is that what your family does in California?" Michael asked.
"It's what families do all over the world," Damian told his brother. "It doesn't matter where we're from, we stick together. We never abandon family, or take them away."
"Why don't you get ready for your bath, Michael?" Carly suggested.
"I don't want to take a bath."
"Please..." Carly hated resorting to begging to get Michael to do anything, but if that's what it took she could shelve her pride for the time being.
Michael succumbed quickly enough, "Okay, mommy." He dashed up the stairs.
With Carly being left only in the presence of her step-son, that gave her the chance to do something she never thought she would do, break free from her denial. "You love him, don't you?"
"I do," Damian replied. "I want to see that everyone is happy, Carly. Even you."
"I've been so horrible to you."
"I wasn't exactly the best person in the world to you, either."
"So... can we call a truce?"
"I'd like that very much."
"So would I." Carly brought her hand out, "Truce."
Damian shook it, "Truce."
As stated, Ric was doing the nice thing for Elizabeth, but at the same time he thought he could do something that would hurt his brother, which is something that he still on some level wants. If Elizabeth wasn't there, he probably would have just turned around. Yeah, the thing with Michael was planned because I wanted Michael to know something, but not hear everything. Plus, like you said, Sonny wouldn't have given him the time. Ric's monologue was a bunch of fun, it was! I wasn't watching during the whole push down the stairs thing, but I bet it will be resolved sometime. Yes, Jason is in many ways Sonny's little (but taller than him) helper bitch, which can be amusing at times. You're right about Sonny's point, and you'll see how right you were when you keep reading. Which should, presumably, be in about 2 and a half weeks. Just kidding.
Story-
Corinthos Household-
Sonny walked in, Michael holding his hand, Courtney a few steps behind with Morgan in tow. Michael appeared to be much happier than he was when he ran into Ric. There was no indication that Michael had even seen Ric at the park earlier, but that didn't take away from the fact that he did.
Carly was still in the living room from her prior encounter with Damian. She looked at her family, the family that she accused him of stealing from her. They meant more to her than anything else. Her husband, her sons, her best friend and sister-in-law. They were part of her world, and she didn't want to let them go. She wouldn't let them go. She wouldn't have to. He wasn't going to take them away from her. "Did you have a good time, Mr. Man?"
"We had Kelly's!" Michael proudly proclaimed.
Carly laughed softly. The boy had eaten Kelly's more often than not. When Sonny would leave them to go on business that was what they would have, since Carly could not be trusted to make anything short of cereal and maybe, if the planets were properly aligned, a bowl of salad. "I'll take that as a yes." Michael ran over and hugged his mother, "You thanked your daddy for taking you out, didn't you?"
Michael turned his head, "Thank you, daddy."
Sonny grinned, "No problem, buddy." Sonny picked up a paper bag, "We figured you'd want something to eat, Carly. So we got you a meal to go."
"You didn't have to," Carly said.
"You have to eat, Carly," Courtney smiled. It didn't have any negative implications.
"She happens to eat a lot, Courtney," Sonny mentioned.
"Only when you make the food that I like, Sonny!" Carly quickly defended herself. "And, since you rarely make food for us, it's such an uncommon occurrence that I'm allowed to indulge myself from time to time. Wouldn't you agree?"
"You saying you want me to cook more often?" Sonny wondered.
"I think we're all in agreement that we could certainly stand to eat some more of your fine cuisine, Sonny," Carly watched as Michael and Courtney nodded their heads in agreement.
"Maybe tomorrow," Sonny said.
"How was Morgan?" Carly asked.
Courtney held the baby and bounced him a little, "Perfect little angel, like always."
"He didn't give you any problems?"
Sonny spoke, "No, he was fine, Carly. You don't have to worry about him."
"I'm not worried about him, I know that he's safe with you and Courtney. I just needed to know how he was while he was away from me, that's all."
The door opened as Damian walked in from the other end of the hall. He wasn't expecting everyone to be home. "You're home?"
"So are you," Sonny commented. "How did everything go?"
"Fine," Damian stated. "Maxie saw that I was going to be fine and I told her not to worry. She probably will, though."
"What makes you think that?" Courtney asked.
"Wouldn't you still be worried about the situation if it were Uncle Jason instead of me? Even if he told you not to worry about it, you would be, wouldn't you?"
"I guess I would."
"Speaking of which, I checked his injury a few minutes ago. Everything seems to be fine."
"You fixed Uncle Jason?" Michael pulled away from Carly.
Damian shook his head, "I helped make sure that it couldn't get any worse. It will heal on its own."
"How?"
"Have you ever had a cut before?" Damian asked.
"Yeah."
"And did someone put a bandage over it?" Michael nodded his head in affirmation. "And then when they took the bandage off a while later, it was all gone, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"That's what I did for Uncle Jason. I made sure that he was bandaged enough so that he could heal himself. Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"Should I be looking for anything?" Courtney asked.
"Just make sure that he doesn't bleed all that much. Everything's fine, Aunt Courtney. I promise."
Courtney smiled. She trusted his word. He wouldn't lie to her. "I think I'll go and check on him." She handed Morgan over to her grown nephew. "If you guys need anything..."
"Go be with your husband," Carly practically ordered. "I'm sure that you being around him is going to help him heal faster than anything else."
Damian was looking at Morgan. He was still uneasy about holding his infant brother. It was slowly becoming something he was more adjusted to, but now he still couldn't shake that feeling of wondering about the possibility of breaking the kid. His eyes turned to Carly. He was expecting her to look at him like she always had, especially now that he had Morgan in his arms. He was expecting that scornful eye and a scowl on her face. Instead he got... a smile? It faded quickly, but he knew it was there. Morgan laughed the laugh that small children make, which was a strange but still distinctive sound. "Don't be laughing at me, kid." Damian grinned.
"He likes you," Michael said.
"How can you tell?"
"I just know."
Sonny held out his arms, "I'm sure Morgan's really tired from all the excitement he had today. He should probably take a nap. Give him here." Damian did as he was asked and handed Morgan to their father. "Hey, buddy. You sleepy? Yeah, you are. Come on, I'll take you to your crib."
Damian couldn't help but smile as he saw his father lose that face that he often worked so hard to maintain. Everyone did that around their kids when they were babies. It was like some predisposed feeling that they had to act like their conception of small children in order to actually make any headway with the baby. Damian didn't see a problem with it, but it was still funny to watch the high and mighty Sonny Corinthos almost reduced to 'baby-isms' when he was around Morgan.
"Daddy has to talk to him like that because he's just a baby and he wouldn't understand the big people words like we do," Michael proclaimed.
"Antidisestablishmentarianism," Damian said blankly.
"Huh?"
"That's a big people word."
"No it isn't!" Michael replied.
Damian went to his room and grabbed his dictionary. It only took a minute. Walking back into the living room while thumbing through the words that began with 'A,' Damian found what he was looking for and knelt down next to Michael. "Look right there."
Michael looked at the extremely long and complex word. He had no idea what it meant.
"Don't worry about it, Michael. You'll understand in time, and if you can't we'll be here to help you."
"All of you?" Michael asked.
"I hope so," Damian didn't turn his eyes towards Carly, but the implication was more than enough."
"When Uncle Jason gets better... do you think we can do something together? All of us?"
"I don't know. I certainly wouldn't be against the idea, but I can't speak for everyone else."
"What do you want to do, honey?" Carly asked from the couch, examining the conversation.
"I don't know. We could have a nice dinner. Daddy could cook for us."
"I like that idea already," Carly smiled. "What do you think, Damian?"
He nodded, "I certainly wouldn't be against all of us spending time together as a family."
"We could have Grandpa Mike and Grandma Bobbie come, too!" Michael wanted everyone that he cared for to be in the room with him for his planned celebration.
Carly kept her smile, pleased with how her son wanted everyone to be together, "I'm sure they wouldn't mind, but they're very busy people."
Michael turned his eyes down. "I just want us to be a family."
"We are, Michael," Damian told him while placing a hand on his shoulder. "No matter how much we argue, we're always going to be a family. We're always going to be there for each other when we need each other."
"Is that what your family does in California?" Michael asked.
"It's what families do all over the world," Damian told his brother. "It doesn't matter where we're from, we stick together. We never abandon family, or take them away."
"Why don't you get ready for your bath, Michael?" Carly suggested.
"I don't want to take a bath."
"Please..." Carly hated resorting to begging to get Michael to do anything, but if that's what it took she could shelve her pride for the time being.
Michael succumbed quickly enough, "Okay, mommy." He dashed up the stairs.
With Carly being left only in the presence of her step-son, that gave her the chance to do something she never thought she would do, break free from her denial. "You love him, don't you?"
"I do," Damian replied. "I want to see that everyone is happy, Carly. Even you."
"I've been so horrible to you."
"I wasn't exactly the best person in the world to you, either."
"So... can we call a truce?"
"I'd like that very much."
"So would I." Carly brought her hand out, "Truce."
Damian shook it, "Truce."