Kayla- Sonny and Courtney do have a very interesting and compelling
relationship. It's really the only one out of Sonny's direct family that is
filled with more good than bad. That was why she had to be with him when he
told Mike, Sonny would have just much rather not told his father anything.
Story-
A week had passed, with no change for anyone. At least not change in a good way. For some, the hope of getting Damian out of his imprisonment was dwindling at an alarming rate. They still held out hope in their hearts that something was going to happen that would help him, but while their hearts believed in such a miracle, their minds were beginning to tell them that there truly was very little that could be done.
Damian and Sonny were not two of those people. Damian refused to stand by and think that he could slip under the justice system. He didn't want to believe that somehow, no matter how bad it looked, he would be tried for the murders of those despicable men that had died. Of course, he was well aware of the fact that his court date was fast approaching, and now the media had been made aware of his imprisonment. He hadn't seen the newspaper, nor had he watched the news reported, but Lucky had informed him that as much as Ric, Mac and he tried to keep everything under wraps they just couldn't stop Scott from coming out with the story after so long. Now, all of Port Charles was no doubt aware that Damian Zuniga was accursed of holding responsibility for what was being called 'The Seaside Slayings' by the press. If the citizens of Port Charles chose to believe that he was indeed the one that had something to do with it was entirely up to them alone, but he certainly hoped that they wouldn't believe such a thing. His medical career appeared to be in shambles, but he would start again if he had to. A thought had passed through his mind more than once about not even needing to go to school. His father was a millionaire, and would gladly provide for his firstborn son in an effort to make up for all the times that Sonny wasn't there for Damian when he was growing up. Of course, Damian did not want to see himself as something of 'Sonny Corinthos's son, the one who got everything and did nothing.' He was too proud and too stubborn to allow himself to be pampered by anyone, including his father. Perhaps a career in medicine was a fleeting dream. It was possible. There was no telling what the week away from school had done to his grades. Would they even accept him any longer?
Sonny had made sure that Justus Ward, his attorney and one of the best available, was doing everything that he could to get his son out, even on bail. Sadly, with over half a dozen dead bodies that were falsely accredited to Damian through almost iron-clad evidence, there was no judge that would see past that, not even for any amount of money that Sonny could offer. Justus was alarmed that Sonny was adamant on making sure that everything was played by the books, as it was something that Sonny rarely, if ever, said and did. Sonny played things by his own rules, which were at times very malleable. Justus was good enough to win under just about any limitation, though. He knew he could do it. Much like everyone before him, seeing Damian, meeting him, spending time around him... Justus was quickly made a believer of his innocence.
If there was anything at all that could be considered positive about the time that Damian had spent in jail it was the fact that Jason's leg was healing very well. He could walk on it with a very minimal amount of pain. It was still advised that he keep from doing anything too strenuous, but he no longer had to be coddled and handled like an old man, something that made Jason very happy, so happy that he even showed his delight in his own way. Jason hadn't come to see Damian yet, not that it was surprising. Although they were certainly much closer than they were originally, they still weren't exactly intimately bonded like Jason was with Michael and Morgan. Damian would always be the one that Jason felt less protective over, and that was fine for both of them. Michael and Morgan weren't old enough to take care of themselves yet, but Damian was. He didn't mind having 'Uncle Jason the Enforcer' watching over him from time to time, but he did value his freedom.
Jason's lack of visiting didn't hurt Damian at all, but Maxie's did. He'd been in the jail for a week, and she hadn't even come to see him once. He couldn't blame her. Mac had said that she was trying to do as much volunteer work as they would let her. Damian understood that there was a part of her that just couldn't stand to deal with the cold reality of the situation. Still, he missed her. A lot.
As he sat in the interrogation room once again he wondered who could possibly be visiting him. He had seen Justus, he had seen Sonny, he had seen Courtney. It wasn't unlikely that they would check up on him more than once, but he doubted that it could be them. He didn't like that they just told him that he had someone to see him and never gave him specifics.
When the door creaked open, Damian waited. Whoever it was apparently decided that they would take their time. When the person finally poked through, he smiled. It was Maxie.
She had tried to come and see him dozens of times over the week, but each time she came to the station she couldn't do it for herself. She couldn't stand to go in there and see her boyfriend, the man that she loved and the man that she knew was completely innocent, caged like a savage criminal. The only reason that she managed to come this time was because Georgie and Dillon were standing outside and making sure that she did in fact see him, because they knew that it was what Damian and Maxie both wanted. They fed off of each other in some odd way. They found their resolve increased when they spent time together. Maybe being together would make everything seem like it was going to be okay, even if it was just for a minute.
It was the first time she had seem him dressed in the attire that was standard issue for prisons of the Port Charles police department. She'd seen people dressed in those outfits before, even people that she cared for, but it was never as bad as when she saw Damian sitting there. Everything about him seemed like it was wrong, because, to her, it was wrong.
"Maxie..." Damian's voice was soft, like a murmur.
She walked over and hugged him, placing her head on his shoulder and shaking with emotion. She could do this, she had to do this. She had already come as far as she did, it wouldn't be fair to him if she just left him there to be alone. She wouldn't want to do that to him. It would hurt him. He'd already been hurt enough. She never wanted to be the one that would hurt him. "I've missed you... so much."
"I've always been here," Damian muttered.
"I know," She pulled away, wiping away a tear. "I just... I couldn't bring myself to see you here until today. I still don't want to think about you here like you don't matter. Like you're some common criminal when I know that you're so much more. When I know that you're the greatest person on the planet."
"You give me too much credit."
"No," Maxie shook her head. "I don't, at least not in my eyes. Damian, I want you to get out of here so bad. I want to see you at Kelly's and know that you can be doing nothing, but at least know that you're happy. Is that so much to ask?"
Damian grabbed her hand softly, "It's not, Maxie. But I don't know if I can give it to you."
"You know you didn't do this!"
"And you know I didn't do it as well," Damian told her. "That's enough for me, Maxie. You know that I can keep on going at least with the thought that you believed that I was innocent. The only thing that is getting me through this is the love of the people that I care about. Knowing that you and my father and everyone else feels in their hearts that I am innocent helps me so much."
"Don't give up," Maxie begged. "Please, don't give up..."
"I'd never give up."
"Not on us, either. Right?" Maxie asked.
"I'll love you forever, Maxie. You're always going to be the first person that I kissed, the first woman that I ever felt love for that wasn't a member of my family. No amount of time in prison or jail will take that away from us."
"Why is it that you're so romantic even when you're in a jail?" Maxie wondered with a soft chuckle.
"Must be in the genes," Damian stated. "But, I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
"If I never get out..."
"You'll get out!" Maxie didn't like where the conversation was going already. How could he think that he would never get out of the situation that he was in?
"I feel that I will get out as much as you do, Maxie. But... sometimes the innocent people get put into jail for doing something that they didn't. I wish that it didn't happen, and I certainly wish that it would never happen to me, but I can't be that blind and neither should you." Damian turned his brown eyes onto her blue eyes, "I want you to be happy. If you ever find someone... please, don't deny yourself something that could help you in the end just because of your love for me."
"I could never find someone that meant as much to me as you!" Maxie said.
"I don't want you clinging onto something that can never be, Maxie. If I am given this sentence, if I am found guilty, I may never get out into freedom again. I can't live with myself if I know that you're going to be alone forever. You deserve to have a family. You deserve to be the type of mother that you never got. Maxie, you're too sweet of a woman, you're too kind for men to not fall in love with you. Don't push people away for me." For the first time, Maxie saw Damian shed his veil of invulnerability, possibly reduced to the scared boy he was when his mother died almost a decade prior. "Please... don't."
"They'll know," She said. "Whoever I find will know that you're the one... if they can't accept that then I would never be with them. Even if you do get sent to prison, I'll visit you as much as I can."
"I'd like that."
"And send you care packages," She added.
"You spoil me," Damian smirked.
Maxie, although she was feeling many emotions in her mind at the time, forced herself to try and be as happy as she could. She looked at her boyfriend. "You need to shave."
It was true, he hadn't shaved since he got into the jail. "I'm sorry, I left my razor in one of the other pairs of pants I was wearing, they weren't in the one that I was wearing when I was taken away."
"You could ask for some."
"You don't like it?" Damian rubbed his stubble.
"Nothing could look bad on you," Maxie kissed him.
"I don't like to shave when there's a bunch of true criminals watching me, Maxie. They could take the razor and... I wouldn't be here anymore, regardless of if I got out or not."
Maxie remembered her wedding day nightmare. She pulled away.
Damian could tell that something was wrong. "What is it?"
"I had a bad dream the night you were arrested. I didn't even know that you were in jail, not really, but I felt that something bad was going to happen. We were going to get married, it was our wedding, we were going to spend the rest of our lives together... but everything turned out so bad. The cops came to take you away and your family wouldn't let them, so people started firing. You died protecting me."
Damian hugged her, "I'd give my life for you in a second. If nothing else, I had you in that dream as my wife... they were surely the best moments of my life."
"You... said something like that before you died."
"It doesn't matter what I said, Maxie. It wasn't real." Damian put her hands in front of her face and cupped his hands around them. "This is real. The love I feel for you right now, the feel of our hands together... it's as real as it gets, and it is one of the only things that matters to me in this world. More than getting out of here, just going on knowing that I fell in love at least once."
Story-
A week had passed, with no change for anyone. At least not change in a good way. For some, the hope of getting Damian out of his imprisonment was dwindling at an alarming rate. They still held out hope in their hearts that something was going to happen that would help him, but while their hearts believed in such a miracle, their minds were beginning to tell them that there truly was very little that could be done.
Damian and Sonny were not two of those people. Damian refused to stand by and think that he could slip under the justice system. He didn't want to believe that somehow, no matter how bad it looked, he would be tried for the murders of those despicable men that had died. Of course, he was well aware of the fact that his court date was fast approaching, and now the media had been made aware of his imprisonment. He hadn't seen the newspaper, nor had he watched the news reported, but Lucky had informed him that as much as Ric, Mac and he tried to keep everything under wraps they just couldn't stop Scott from coming out with the story after so long. Now, all of Port Charles was no doubt aware that Damian Zuniga was accursed of holding responsibility for what was being called 'The Seaside Slayings' by the press. If the citizens of Port Charles chose to believe that he was indeed the one that had something to do with it was entirely up to them alone, but he certainly hoped that they wouldn't believe such a thing. His medical career appeared to be in shambles, but he would start again if he had to. A thought had passed through his mind more than once about not even needing to go to school. His father was a millionaire, and would gladly provide for his firstborn son in an effort to make up for all the times that Sonny wasn't there for Damian when he was growing up. Of course, Damian did not want to see himself as something of 'Sonny Corinthos's son, the one who got everything and did nothing.' He was too proud and too stubborn to allow himself to be pampered by anyone, including his father. Perhaps a career in medicine was a fleeting dream. It was possible. There was no telling what the week away from school had done to his grades. Would they even accept him any longer?
Sonny had made sure that Justus Ward, his attorney and one of the best available, was doing everything that he could to get his son out, even on bail. Sadly, with over half a dozen dead bodies that were falsely accredited to Damian through almost iron-clad evidence, there was no judge that would see past that, not even for any amount of money that Sonny could offer. Justus was alarmed that Sonny was adamant on making sure that everything was played by the books, as it was something that Sonny rarely, if ever, said and did. Sonny played things by his own rules, which were at times very malleable. Justus was good enough to win under just about any limitation, though. He knew he could do it. Much like everyone before him, seeing Damian, meeting him, spending time around him... Justus was quickly made a believer of his innocence.
If there was anything at all that could be considered positive about the time that Damian had spent in jail it was the fact that Jason's leg was healing very well. He could walk on it with a very minimal amount of pain. It was still advised that he keep from doing anything too strenuous, but he no longer had to be coddled and handled like an old man, something that made Jason very happy, so happy that he even showed his delight in his own way. Jason hadn't come to see Damian yet, not that it was surprising. Although they were certainly much closer than they were originally, they still weren't exactly intimately bonded like Jason was with Michael and Morgan. Damian would always be the one that Jason felt less protective over, and that was fine for both of them. Michael and Morgan weren't old enough to take care of themselves yet, but Damian was. He didn't mind having 'Uncle Jason the Enforcer' watching over him from time to time, but he did value his freedom.
Jason's lack of visiting didn't hurt Damian at all, but Maxie's did. He'd been in the jail for a week, and she hadn't even come to see him once. He couldn't blame her. Mac had said that she was trying to do as much volunteer work as they would let her. Damian understood that there was a part of her that just couldn't stand to deal with the cold reality of the situation. Still, he missed her. A lot.
As he sat in the interrogation room once again he wondered who could possibly be visiting him. He had seen Justus, he had seen Sonny, he had seen Courtney. It wasn't unlikely that they would check up on him more than once, but he doubted that it could be them. He didn't like that they just told him that he had someone to see him and never gave him specifics.
When the door creaked open, Damian waited. Whoever it was apparently decided that they would take their time. When the person finally poked through, he smiled. It was Maxie.
She had tried to come and see him dozens of times over the week, but each time she came to the station she couldn't do it for herself. She couldn't stand to go in there and see her boyfriend, the man that she loved and the man that she knew was completely innocent, caged like a savage criminal. The only reason that she managed to come this time was because Georgie and Dillon were standing outside and making sure that she did in fact see him, because they knew that it was what Damian and Maxie both wanted. They fed off of each other in some odd way. They found their resolve increased when they spent time together. Maybe being together would make everything seem like it was going to be okay, even if it was just for a minute.
It was the first time she had seem him dressed in the attire that was standard issue for prisons of the Port Charles police department. She'd seen people dressed in those outfits before, even people that she cared for, but it was never as bad as when she saw Damian sitting there. Everything about him seemed like it was wrong, because, to her, it was wrong.
"Maxie..." Damian's voice was soft, like a murmur.
She walked over and hugged him, placing her head on his shoulder and shaking with emotion. She could do this, she had to do this. She had already come as far as she did, it wouldn't be fair to him if she just left him there to be alone. She wouldn't want to do that to him. It would hurt him. He'd already been hurt enough. She never wanted to be the one that would hurt him. "I've missed you... so much."
"I've always been here," Damian muttered.
"I know," She pulled away, wiping away a tear. "I just... I couldn't bring myself to see you here until today. I still don't want to think about you here like you don't matter. Like you're some common criminal when I know that you're so much more. When I know that you're the greatest person on the planet."
"You give me too much credit."
"No," Maxie shook her head. "I don't, at least not in my eyes. Damian, I want you to get out of here so bad. I want to see you at Kelly's and know that you can be doing nothing, but at least know that you're happy. Is that so much to ask?"
Damian grabbed her hand softly, "It's not, Maxie. But I don't know if I can give it to you."
"You know you didn't do this!"
"And you know I didn't do it as well," Damian told her. "That's enough for me, Maxie. You know that I can keep on going at least with the thought that you believed that I was innocent. The only thing that is getting me through this is the love of the people that I care about. Knowing that you and my father and everyone else feels in their hearts that I am innocent helps me so much."
"Don't give up," Maxie begged. "Please, don't give up..."
"I'd never give up."
"Not on us, either. Right?" Maxie asked.
"I'll love you forever, Maxie. You're always going to be the first person that I kissed, the first woman that I ever felt love for that wasn't a member of my family. No amount of time in prison or jail will take that away from us."
"Why is it that you're so romantic even when you're in a jail?" Maxie wondered with a soft chuckle.
"Must be in the genes," Damian stated. "But, I want you to do something for me."
"What?"
"If I never get out..."
"You'll get out!" Maxie didn't like where the conversation was going already. How could he think that he would never get out of the situation that he was in?
"I feel that I will get out as much as you do, Maxie. But... sometimes the innocent people get put into jail for doing something that they didn't. I wish that it didn't happen, and I certainly wish that it would never happen to me, but I can't be that blind and neither should you." Damian turned his brown eyes onto her blue eyes, "I want you to be happy. If you ever find someone... please, don't deny yourself something that could help you in the end just because of your love for me."
"I could never find someone that meant as much to me as you!" Maxie said.
"I don't want you clinging onto something that can never be, Maxie. If I am given this sentence, if I am found guilty, I may never get out into freedom again. I can't live with myself if I know that you're going to be alone forever. You deserve to have a family. You deserve to be the type of mother that you never got. Maxie, you're too sweet of a woman, you're too kind for men to not fall in love with you. Don't push people away for me." For the first time, Maxie saw Damian shed his veil of invulnerability, possibly reduced to the scared boy he was when his mother died almost a decade prior. "Please... don't."
"They'll know," She said. "Whoever I find will know that you're the one... if they can't accept that then I would never be with them. Even if you do get sent to prison, I'll visit you as much as I can."
"I'd like that."
"And send you care packages," She added.
"You spoil me," Damian smirked.
Maxie, although she was feeling many emotions in her mind at the time, forced herself to try and be as happy as she could. She looked at her boyfriend. "You need to shave."
It was true, he hadn't shaved since he got into the jail. "I'm sorry, I left my razor in one of the other pairs of pants I was wearing, they weren't in the one that I was wearing when I was taken away."
"You could ask for some."
"You don't like it?" Damian rubbed his stubble.
"Nothing could look bad on you," Maxie kissed him.
"I don't like to shave when there's a bunch of true criminals watching me, Maxie. They could take the razor and... I wouldn't be here anymore, regardless of if I got out or not."
Maxie remembered her wedding day nightmare. She pulled away.
Damian could tell that something was wrong. "What is it?"
"I had a bad dream the night you were arrested. I didn't even know that you were in jail, not really, but I felt that something bad was going to happen. We were going to get married, it was our wedding, we were going to spend the rest of our lives together... but everything turned out so bad. The cops came to take you away and your family wouldn't let them, so people started firing. You died protecting me."
Damian hugged her, "I'd give my life for you in a second. If nothing else, I had you in that dream as my wife... they were surely the best moments of my life."
"You... said something like that before you died."
"It doesn't matter what I said, Maxie. It wasn't real." Damian put her hands in front of her face and cupped his hands around them. "This is real. The love I feel for you right now, the feel of our hands together... it's as real as it gets, and it is one of the only things that matters to me in this world. More than getting out of here, just going on knowing that I fell in love at least once."