Penthouse Towers-
Dillon knew that it was a fate worse than death, a fate that he would never wish on anyone in actuality, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Maxie to be back at the high school. It wasn't because he wanted her to be taking classes there again, dealing with the smug nepotism that ran rampant throughout the halls of the school, he just wanted to keep his eye on her for Damian. Georgie felt the same way, although her reasons were more focused solely on her sister, which was understandable. Dillon had asked how Maxie appeared to be doing, and Georgie said that she seemed to be doing well, but that there was something that Maxie was hiding, because Maxie always hid something from everyone, it was just the way that she worked. She had given herself fully to people in the past, and it always meant that she was going to get hurt in the end. The only one that would know everything about her would be herself. Maybe she would end up trusting Damian that much in the end, she trusted him so much already. They would find a way to trust one another completely. Maxie would learn how to trust someone again, she had to.
Dillon looked up at the towers. It seemed odd, going back there, going home to a home that wasn't really his home but felt more comfortable than going to the place that he had lived for years. Jason was family, that was obvious. Jason was nicer than any of the Quatermaine's, save for Alan, Monica and Emily wanted to give him credit for. Although Dillon had seen Jason at his worst, or what he thought was Jason's worse, he had also seen him at his best, when he was showing how much of a human he was, how much he was different from the vindictive Quatermaine's that had raised them both.
Dillon entered the elevator, taking a breath before he pushed the button that closed the steel doors. They were almost silent, but since he was still uncomfortable with the situation he heard their clang ring in his ears and he jumped. Would he ever feel truly comfortable living at the penthouse?
As soon as the doors opened he found himself being eyed by a plethora of guards. Dillon jumped back, was the honeymoon over already? "Umm..."
Max came forward, "Get out of the elevator, Dillon."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions, just do it," Max ordered.
"Okay..." Dillon cocked an eyebrow as he stepped out. "Is there a reason why the elevator is under tighter security than the pentagon?"
"You don't need to know," Max replied.
"Max..."
"Look, this doesn't concern you."
"I live here now," Dillon said. "It does concern me."
"See if Mrs. Corinthos wants to tell you about it, then," Max replied. "It isn't my place to say anything."
"I'll do that," Dillon replied, somewhat angered by Max's attitude. Dillon didn't enjoy being brushed off, it reminded him too much of how life was like when he was living with the Quatermaine's. The way that they wouldn't take any of his opinions seriously, how they would just brush him off because of his youth and his perceived ignorance. They didn't understand how smart he was, or they chose not to take that into consideration.
Dillon walked over to the door where Sonny and his family lived. He never thought he was going to be going into that house, but if he needed answers, which he did, he would have to. Jason and Courtney could probably just open the door without any problems, but he wasn't a member of their family, he was Jason's family, but that wasn't exactly something that could be used in Dillon's favor. After all, AJ was Dillon's brother. If AJ ever showed up, he'd probably be shot without second thought. Dillon saw nothing wrong with that, he rather liked the idea. He and his cousin never did get along the same way that Dillon got along with Emily and even Jason. AJ was the worst of the children Quatermaine's, the snobbish little twit who thought he would inherit everything and tried his hardest to get in Edward's favor, the same way that Ned had. Dillon took a breath, "I don't think they'd have armed guards in the house..." He knocked softly, wincing and waiting for a bullet to pierce into his spine.
Carly heard the knock and looked at the door cautiously. She hadn't heard anything that signaled a gunfight, and Sonny had so many people protecting the house that there really was no way that anyone would have been able to get through that wasn't supposed to be there. "Who is it?" Carly asked, her voice cracking, even though she had a good idea that she was safe.
"It's Dillon," Dillon replied.
"The door's open," Carly stated, feeling her nerves calm down. Dillon was harmless, or at least he wasn't going to hurt her or her children.
"Is there a reason that we're on defcon?" Dillon asked, opening the door.
"Close it!"
"What?" Dillon looked at the door and shut it again. "Carly... is everything okay?"
"I wish I could say that things were fine," She said. "But, no, things are not okay."
"What's wrong?" Dillon wondered. "I'd like to help, if I can..."
"What could you do?" Carly inquired.
"I don't know... I'd like to think that I'm a pretty good listener."
"Quatermaine's aren't good listeners."
"Jason is."
Carly thought about it. Much as she tried to deny it, much as everyone tried to deny it, Jason was a Quatermaine by blood, and he was one of the best, if not the best, friends that Carly could ever have hoped for. She could always depend on Jason to be there for her and fix her problems. Jason wasn't around at that moment, but Dillon was. "You can't tell Michael anything..."
"Okay," Dillon didn't know why Carly would want to keep a secret from her own child, but it probably meant that something wasn't going well.
"Last night... after we left... someone took Damian and Courtney from the hospital."
"No..." Dillon choked. "He needs medical attention! He's really hurt right now, keeping him away from the hospital is only going to kill him!"
"My mom said that he really doesn't need anymore attention, Dillon," Carly said. "But that doesn't mean that he should have been kidnapped from the hospital. I think Lorenzo did it."
"I could go look for him..."
"What?"
"I could go look for Lorenzo," Dillon said. "He trusts me, somewhat. I did a few odd jobs for him when I first got here, remember?"
"Dillon, I can't let you do that," Carly stomped the idea out of Dillon's mind right away.
"Carly, I know how to take care of myself."
"I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, Dillon, but you're living with Jason now and I can't put you in danger. If something happened to you, Jason and Courtney would never forgive me."
"It wouldn't be your choice..."
"I won't let another decision that I make cause someone to get hurt!" Carly yelled.
Dillon saw a part of Carly that he never thought he would see, the fear that surrounded her was scary. "Another?"
Carly eyed the teenager. "What do you mean, another?"
"You said another decision that you make, Carly."
"No I didn't," She couldn't believe that she made such a stupid slip of the tongue.
"I heard you..."
"I didn't say that, Dillon!" Carly protested, trying to save face. "If I gave you permission to leave the penthouse, which you are not getting because maybe the person who is doing this to us knows that you're living with us now and that person might try and go after you as well, and you were hurt I couldn't live with myself."
"Is everyone else okay?" Dillon wondered. "Aside from the two of them..."
"Michael is in his room right now," Carly said. "Morgan's with the nanny and we're the only two that are left, we're right here."
"I could call the Quatermaine's, see if they know anything... they practically run the hospital."
"I won't accept any favors from the Quatermaine's!" Carly was extremely opposed to taking favors from that family. They would end up using it against her, trying to take Michael away from them.
"Bad idea then," Dillon muttered. "Sorry, I'm just trying to help you out a little here."
"You can help me by staying out of the way," Carly put her head against the cushion of the couch. "I'm sorry, Dillon. I don't mean to sound like I'm so against you right now, but I'm really worried about them."
Them? Dillon wasn't sure how worried Carly really was about them. Knowing her, she was probably much more worried about Courtney than she was worried about Damian. That was just the way it went with Carly. She had her circle of people that she cared about more than everyone else, and Damian wasn't a part of that circle, there was a high chance that he would never actually be a part of it. "I'm going to go back to Jason's..."
"Stay there," Carly said. "I don't want you to leave the penthouse, do you understand?"
"Yes, Carly, I understand." Dillon grabbed his bag again, "If you need me to do something... please just tell me and I'll be happy to help."
"Thanks," Carly's voice didn't show that she meant it, but she was so drained that her voice was barely able to show any sort of emotions.
Dillon opened the door again and saw all the eyes turn towards him once more. He walked past the guards, which was much like parting the red sea if the sea had been made of burly men wearing business suits. He opened the door to the penthouse that Jason lived in and sat on the couch. What the hell was going on? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out. Dillon picked up his phone and hit the first auto-dial, it was Georgie's cell phone.
Georgie heard the dial-tone that Dillon's phone gave off whenever he called. "Dillon, hi!"
"Georgie," Dillon spoke into the phone, throwing his head back with a sigh.
Georgie could tell that something was wrong with Dillon, "What's up, Dillon? Why do you sound so sad?"
"Where's Maxie at?"
"I don't know," Georgie replied. "I'm at home and she isn't here. Why?" She knew why a second later. "Dillon... no... don't tell me he's..."
"He's not dead, Georgie," Dillon said. "But we don't know where he is right now."
"What?"
"Someone took Damian and Courtney from the hospital last night," Dillon was angry. He should have known that something like that was going to happen. He should have been there to protect his friend and Courtney. "Carly thinks that it was Alcazar."
"It would be something that he would do," Georgie was thinking about Maxie. What if she was at the hospital at that very moment? "Dillon, I think I should go to the hospital."
"I'd meet you there, but I can't..."
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"Carly has me under house arrest," Dillon replied. "Right now she's going crazy, thinking that someone is after her family and everyone else who lives here, so I'm not allowed to leave the penthouse to do anything."
"I think you should stay there, too," Georgie said. "Carly probably needs someone to talk to right now."
"She won't talk to me."
"You'd be surprised," Georgie smiled. "You've got that face that makes people trust you."
Dillon laughed, he was glad that Georgie could make him feel a little better. "If anything changes, if you find out anything, please call me and tell me."
"I will, love you."
"Love you, too," Dillon hung up the phone and looked around. What was going to happen to Damian now?
Dillon knew that it was a fate worse than death, a fate that he would never wish on anyone in actuality, but he couldn't help it. He wanted Maxie to be back at the high school. It wasn't because he wanted her to be taking classes there again, dealing with the smug nepotism that ran rampant throughout the halls of the school, he just wanted to keep his eye on her for Damian. Georgie felt the same way, although her reasons were more focused solely on her sister, which was understandable. Dillon had asked how Maxie appeared to be doing, and Georgie said that she seemed to be doing well, but that there was something that Maxie was hiding, because Maxie always hid something from everyone, it was just the way that she worked. She had given herself fully to people in the past, and it always meant that she was going to get hurt in the end. The only one that would know everything about her would be herself. Maybe she would end up trusting Damian that much in the end, she trusted him so much already. They would find a way to trust one another completely. Maxie would learn how to trust someone again, she had to.
Dillon looked up at the towers. It seemed odd, going back there, going home to a home that wasn't really his home but felt more comfortable than going to the place that he had lived for years. Jason was family, that was obvious. Jason was nicer than any of the Quatermaine's, save for Alan, Monica and Emily wanted to give him credit for. Although Dillon had seen Jason at his worst, or what he thought was Jason's worse, he had also seen him at his best, when he was showing how much of a human he was, how much he was different from the vindictive Quatermaine's that had raised them both.
Dillon entered the elevator, taking a breath before he pushed the button that closed the steel doors. They were almost silent, but since he was still uncomfortable with the situation he heard their clang ring in his ears and he jumped. Would he ever feel truly comfortable living at the penthouse?
As soon as the doors opened he found himself being eyed by a plethora of guards. Dillon jumped back, was the honeymoon over already? "Umm..."
Max came forward, "Get out of the elevator, Dillon."
"Why?"
"Don't ask questions, just do it," Max ordered.
"Okay..." Dillon cocked an eyebrow as he stepped out. "Is there a reason why the elevator is under tighter security than the pentagon?"
"You don't need to know," Max replied.
"Max..."
"Look, this doesn't concern you."
"I live here now," Dillon said. "It does concern me."
"See if Mrs. Corinthos wants to tell you about it, then," Max replied. "It isn't my place to say anything."
"I'll do that," Dillon replied, somewhat angered by Max's attitude. Dillon didn't enjoy being brushed off, it reminded him too much of how life was like when he was living with the Quatermaine's. The way that they wouldn't take any of his opinions seriously, how they would just brush him off because of his youth and his perceived ignorance. They didn't understand how smart he was, or they chose not to take that into consideration.
Dillon walked over to the door where Sonny and his family lived. He never thought he was going to be going into that house, but if he needed answers, which he did, he would have to. Jason and Courtney could probably just open the door without any problems, but he wasn't a member of their family, he was Jason's family, but that wasn't exactly something that could be used in Dillon's favor. After all, AJ was Dillon's brother. If AJ ever showed up, he'd probably be shot without second thought. Dillon saw nothing wrong with that, he rather liked the idea. He and his cousin never did get along the same way that Dillon got along with Emily and even Jason. AJ was the worst of the children Quatermaine's, the snobbish little twit who thought he would inherit everything and tried his hardest to get in Edward's favor, the same way that Ned had. Dillon took a breath, "I don't think they'd have armed guards in the house..." He knocked softly, wincing and waiting for a bullet to pierce into his spine.
Carly heard the knock and looked at the door cautiously. She hadn't heard anything that signaled a gunfight, and Sonny had so many people protecting the house that there really was no way that anyone would have been able to get through that wasn't supposed to be there. "Who is it?" Carly asked, her voice cracking, even though she had a good idea that she was safe.
"It's Dillon," Dillon replied.
"The door's open," Carly stated, feeling her nerves calm down. Dillon was harmless, or at least he wasn't going to hurt her or her children.
"Is there a reason that we're on defcon?" Dillon asked, opening the door.
"Close it!"
"What?" Dillon looked at the door and shut it again. "Carly... is everything okay?"
"I wish I could say that things were fine," She said. "But, no, things are not okay."
"What's wrong?" Dillon wondered. "I'd like to help, if I can..."
"What could you do?" Carly inquired.
"I don't know... I'd like to think that I'm a pretty good listener."
"Quatermaine's aren't good listeners."
"Jason is."
Carly thought about it. Much as she tried to deny it, much as everyone tried to deny it, Jason was a Quatermaine by blood, and he was one of the best, if not the best, friends that Carly could ever have hoped for. She could always depend on Jason to be there for her and fix her problems. Jason wasn't around at that moment, but Dillon was. "You can't tell Michael anything..."
"Okay," Dillon didn't know why Carly would want to keep a secret from her own child, but it probably meant that something wasn't going well.
"Last night... after we left... someone took Damian and Courtney from the hospital."
"No..." Dillon choked. "He needs medical attention! He's really hurt right now, keeping him away from the hospital is only going to kill him!"
"My mom said that he really doesn't need anymore attention, Dillon," Carly said. "But that doesn't mean that he should have been kidnapped from the hospital. I think Lorenzo did it."
"I could go look for him..."
"What?"
"I could go look for Lorenzo," Dillon said. "He trusts me, somewhat. I did a few odd jobs for him when I first got here, remember?"
"Dillon, I can't let you do that," Carly stomped the idea out of Dillon's mind right away.
"Carly, I know how to take care of myself."
"I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, Dillon, but you're living with Jason now and I can't put you in danger. If something happened to you, Jason and Courtney would never forgive me."
"It wouldn't be your choice..."
"I won't let another decision that I make cause someone to get hurt!" Carly yelled.
Dillon saw a part of Carly that he never thought he would see, the fear that surrounded her was scary. "Another?"
Carly eyed the teenager. "What do you mean, another?"
"You said another decision that you make, Carly."
"No I didn't," She couldn't believe that she made such a stupid slip of the tongue.
"I heard you..."
"I didn't say that, Dillon!" Carly protested, trying to save face. "If I gave you permission to leave the penthouse, which you are not getting because maybe the person who is doing this to us knows that you're living with us now and that person might try and go after you as well, and you were hurt I couldn't live with myself."
"Is everyone else okay?" Dillon wondered. "Aside from the two of them..."
"Michael is in his room right now," Carly said. "Morgan's with the nanny and we're the only two that are left, we're right here."
"I could call the Quatermaine's, see if they know anything... they practically run the hospital."
"I won't accept any favors from the Quatermaine's!" Carly was extremely opposed to taking favors from that family. They would end up using it against her, trying to take Michael away from them.
"Bad idea then," Dillon muttered. "Sorry, I'm just trying to help you out a little here."
"You can help me by staying out of the way," Carly put her head against the cushion of the couch. "I'm sorry, Dillon. I don't mean to sound like I'm so against you right now, but I'm really worried about them."
Them? Dillon wasn't sure how worried Carly really was about them. Knowing her, she was probably much more worried about Courtney than she was worried about Damian. That was just the way it went with Carly. She had her circle of people that she cared about more than everyone else, and Damian wasn't a part of that circle, there was a high chance that he would never actually be a part of it. "I'm going to go back to Jason's..."
"Stay there," Carly said. "I don't want you to leave the penthouse, do you understand?"
"Yes, Carly, I understand." Dillon grabbed his bag again, "If you need me to do something... please just tell me and I'll be happy to help."
"Thanks," Carly's voice didn't show that she meant it, but she was so drained that her voice was barely able to show any sort of emotions.
Dillon opened the door again and saw all the eyes turn towards him once more. He walked past the guards, which was much like parting the red sea if the sea had been made of burly men wearing business suits. He opened the door to the penthouse that Jason lived in and sat on the couch. What the hell was going on? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out. Dillon picked up his phone and hit the first auto-dial, it was Georgie's cell phone.
Georgie heard the dial-tone that Dillon's phone gave off whenever he called. "Dillon, hi!"
"Georgie," Dillon spoke into the phone, throwing his head back with a sigh.
Georgie could tell that something was wrong with Dillon, "What's up, Dillon? Why do you sound so sad?"
"Where's Maxie at?"
"I don't know," Georgie replied. "I'm at home and she isn't here. Why?" She knew why a second later. "Dillon... no... don't tell me he's..."
"He's not dead, Georgie," Dillon said. "But we don't know where he is right now."
"What?"
"Someone took Damian and Courtney from the hospital last night," Dillon was angry. He should have known that something like that was going to happen. He should have been there to protect his friend and Courtney. "Carly thinks that it was Alcazar."
"It would be something that he would do," Georgie was thinking about Maxie. What if she was at the hospital at that very moment? "Dillon, I think I should go to the hospital."
"I'd meet you there, but I can't..."
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"Carly has me under house arrest," Dillon replied. "Right now she's going crazy, thinking that someone is after her family and everyone else who lives here, so I'm not allowed to leave the penthouse to do anything."
"I think you should stay there, too," Georgie said. "Carly probably needs someone to talk to right now."
"She won't talk to me."
"You'd be surprised," Georgie smiled. "You've got that face that makes people trust you."
Dillon laughed, he was glad that Georgie could make him feel a little better. "If anything changes, if you find out anything, please call me and tell me."
"I will, love you."
"Love you, too," Dillon hung up the phone and looked around. What was going to happen to Damian now?