Morgan Household-
Dillon did what he was asked, or, rather, told. He didn't want to sleep. It wasn't that he was energetic, far from it, he was worried about his friend and Courtney. Even though Sonny and Jason refused to believe that Dillon could have been of any help, he knew that they were wrong. He'd done things for Alcazar before, he knew things about Alcazar that Sonny and Jason didn't know. They just had to trust him, but they wouldn't trust him because they didn't believe that he was anything more than just a kid with a rather unique hairstyle.
Because of his disappointment at being rejected by the people that he wanted to help, Dillon tossed and turned in the bed that he was sleeping in. He didn't realize that he was sleeping so uncomfortably, of course, because of the fact that he was sleeping... and dreaming. Remembering.
Years Ago-
It was a warm summer night. Dillon was still new to the town. He had really only made friends with Georgie, who was busy volunteering at the hospital which she had just started to work at. Dillon knew that he loved that girl more than anything else. More than his movies, more than himself. He'd do anything to keep Georgie safe. It was one of the reasons why he kept his association with Lorenzo Alcazar a secret from her whenever possible. She knew that he worked for the man at times. She desperately wanted him to stop working for that guy, but Dillon couldn't. He needed money. Edward was threatening to send him away and if Dillon didn't find an alternative, he'd lose Georgie. Possibly forever. She would have claimed that she would be waiting for him, but someone that beautiful would find someone else, someone better than him. Dillon would never find someone as good as Georgie, though. He didn't want to leave her. The only alternative that Dillon could think of was getting a place of his own. The problem with that was places just didn't come out of the sky for teenagers to live in. He wasn't even old enough to drive, it wasn't like anybody would rent a space to a 15 year old... maybe Bobbie would, but she could get in trouble and Dillon didn't want anyone to suffer because of him.
There had to be someone that he could turn to for help. He thought about asking his cousin... the one that they always talked about with so much disappointment. Jason. Dillon admitted that he admired Jason for getting away. Maybe the two of them could strike up a friendship. Maybe Jason could be his mentor. The idea seemed like it would have been a good one, but it wasn't. The two had already met before, and the meeting didn't go well. Jason didn't want anything to do with any of the Quatermaine clan. Dillon couldn't blame Jason. They were manipulative and undeserving of any love that anyone could give them. The only one who was different was Emily, and she wasn't even a real Quatermaine.
Dillon was waiting for Alcazar at Kelly's. It wasn't the best place to meet, but there weren't many options. Dillon didn't even know what was going to happen. The man had someone contact him and say that Alcazar had an assignment. Dillon didn't want to pass up the chance at a quick buck.
Alcazar came up and Dillon noticed him. The teenager was in awe of the man. He was so regal. The way that he stood up tall was amazing. He seemed to have an aura of confidence that couldn't be shattered by anyone. Sonny Corinthos had tried, but Sonny was also fixated on finding his wife. "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice," Lorenzo's voice was filled with the same alarming sense of self that his body language gave off. There was something that couldn't be mistaken about Alcazar, he was a man who knew what he wanted.
"Yeah, sure," Dillon said, putting his hand behind his head and scratching the back of his skull, a nervous gesture. "What did you need?"
"I need to lay low for a time... get some of my activities in order," Lorenzo was cautious with his words. "Because of that, I'm going to need someone to be a delivery boy of sorts."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but don't you have plenty of other people working for you that would be happy to give you whatever you wanted?"
Lorenzo laughed, "You're a bright young man. Yes, I've my fair share of subjects that would be happy to do the task that I have in mind, but none of them have what you have."
"What would that be?" Dillon was genuinely interested in what Alcazar thought that only Dillon had.
"Youth, innocence, naivety," Lorenzo listed off the qualities like they were nothing. "My enemies in the area will know which men I have stationed around the area, and they'll know to be looking for such people if they want to find me. They wouldn't think about my associating myself with a teenager."
"You're saying that I don't have a menacing face?" Dillon asked.
"Don't take it as an insult, Dillon," Lorenzo replied. "It's actually a compliment. If people underestimate you then it means that you can use that underestimation in your favor. Never give up an advantage in life, Dillon. It's a rule that I've always lived my life by, and look where I am now."
Dillon thought about where Lorenzo claimed to be. He had power, he had money, he had a life all his own. Nobody told him what to do. Dillon didn't want to be the same type of person that Lorenzo was per se, but he did want to be freed from the chains of oppression that the Quatermaine's had placed him under. "I'll keep that in mind."
"You don't have to take this job," Lorenzo noted. "If you do not want to be my errand boy, just say it. I will pay you far more than the job entitles, though. Think of it as... a gift for loyalty to me."
"Nothing I do will be illegal, right?" Dillon asked. No matter how much time it took, if he got arrested for something... again... his grandfather would send him off without batting an eyelash. Even Lila would probably be in favor of the idea. She didn't want to see one of her darling grandchildren fall onto the wrong side of the tracks. Even though she loved Jason dearly, she was always saddened by the fact that he became the person that he was.
"Not unless you feel that you don't need to pay for food and toiletries," Lorenzo remarked. "You'll just be getting me things that I need from time to time. You will, of course, be given the money to purchase the items and then bring them to me."
"There's a problem with that, I don't know where you live."
"I have thought of that as well," Lorenzo grinned. "I haven't necessarily set up shop in Port Charles as of this moment, but I do have a home that I am using on the outskirts of town. Very secluded, with a beautiful view of a lake. Perhaps it could be a place that you could take that girl whom you enjoy spending so much time with."
"I don't think Georgie would like that," Dillon was honest, but he wasn't brutally honest. How could Lorenzo like it if Dillon said that she wouldn't allow herself to be spending time around a known crime lord? Dillon severely doubted that the man would be very nice about the situation. "She's got this thing about being in a bathing suit around people that she doesn't know very well..."
"You should consider it a very admirable quality that the young lady doesn't flaunt herself," Lorenzo said. "It's a very rare quality, especially in this day and age."
"Georgie isn't like anyone else I've ever met," Dillon grinned. "She's... special."
"I hope she knows how special she is to you sometime soon," Lorenzo was being nice, it was alarming Dillon. Who knew that someone who killed people at whim could have a heart? Dillon didn't. "I will give you instructions to the lake house when I have need of you, if you accept the job."
"Yeah, I don't mind getting you food and things like that," Dillon grinned, it was going to be easy cash.
"Excellent," Lorenzo's voice was thick. "You know, Dillon, I've got people who have been working for me for years and they don't have the dependability that you have. It's a very shocking thing that you're able to be so vital."
"Thanks, I think..."
"It was a compliment," Lorenzo turned around. "I shall find a way to contact you in a few days." Lorenzo walked away, his trench coat draping behind him. Dillon didn't understand how the man could wear something like that when it was so hot.
Days Later-
Dillon hadn't heard anything from Alcazar, but then out of the blue one of the men bumped into him on the pier, telling him that Lorenzo had need of him. Dillon carried a bag filled with, of all things, groceries and some light reading. What kind of crime lord read romance novels? Dillon had gotten the instructions to the house that Alcazar was talking about. He had to 'borrow' Ned's car to get there, but Ned was visiting Brook Lynn, he wouldn't have use for the car in some days. Besides, Dillon was a good driver. He could drive without people thinking that he was underage. He just had to conceal his face. Being a Quatermaine made him one of the elite in Port Charles. The police officers all knew every member of the family, and Dillon had no doubt that they would also know what his age was, and know that he wasn't old enough to drive legally.
The pale moonlight of the summer night sky danced off of the reflective pool of water in the lake, making it seem like a mirror. The soft wind caused ripples in the water that changed the focus of the moon every second. Dillon thought it would have made a great opening or closing scene for a movie, but he didn't have a camera or anything else to take pictures of the serene scene.
Dillon saw that the lights to the house were on. Either someone was there, or Lorenzo chose to keep the lights on just to make people feel like the house was occupied. As far as Dillon knew, nobody else really knew that Lorenzo even owned the place. He got out of the car, grabbing the brown bag and carrying it up the few stairs that creaked with each step. He didn't know why, but his pulse was racing. It wasn't like anything was going to happen. Dillon knocked, "Mr. Alcazar? It's Dillon Quatermaine."
"The door is open," He heard the man yell.
Dillon didn't know why someone like Alcazar would have an open door. Wouldn't it make it easier for someone to just barge in? If they didn't know he was there... then it didn't really matter. Besides, Alcazar almost always had a gun on him. If anyone tried to break into his home, they'd find themselves riddled with bullets in no time.
Dillon walked into the house and looked around. It was beautiful. The couches were all imported and suede. There was a bearskin rug on the floor, and a marble fireplace, black as onyx. Even Edward himself would have to admit that Lorenzo had impeccable tastes in attire. Their lake house wasn't even that lavish.
Lorenzo came out of one of the other parts of the home, making it seem bigger than it already was. "That was fast."
"Wow..."
Lorenzo chuckled, "You like how I live my life, I take it?"
"I've seen lifestyles of the and famous a few thousand times in my life, but none of the houses looked this... nice."
"I'll admit that I use this place as a getaway more than anything," Lorenzo looked around. "A place that people don't know I own, so I can spoil myself a little."
"What's with all the books?"
"An Oxford education breeds a love of fine literature, Dillon," Lorenzo smirked. "I didn't spend years at one of the top schools to just stay around shooting people, after all."
"That explains the reason why you had me buy a book with Fabio on the cover..."
"What can I say? I'm a Romantic."
"I guess you are," Dillon handed the bag over. "Here's everything that you wanted me to get."
"As I have already stated, you're an amazing young man."
"I wish I heard that more often," Dillon stated. "The only times that I hear anything at my house that are really related to me are when my family's finding something to be nitpicky about, or they're railing on my mother."
"Don't let the people who you have blood ties to shape the person that you can become, Dillon," Lorenzo said. "That's the biggest mistake that anyone could ever make."
"I'll keep that in mind," Dillon knew that he had just heard a good piece of advice. One that he should have kept locked away in the back of his mind. "I'm going to see if Georgie wants me to keep her company at the hospital."
"Here," Lorenzo pulled out some bills and placed some in Dillon's hand, "get her something nice."
"This is..."
"Don't take my generosity and toss it back in my face, Dillon," Lorenzo put the bag of items on the table. "You only live once."
As Dillon left the house and closed the door, the door to his mind also closed. He woke up and looked over at the clock on the counter. It was almost three in the morning. That wasn't important, though. What was important was the fact that he might have known where Lorenzo was keeping Damian and Courtney.
Dillon didn't know what he was going to do. On one hand his dreams had given him a hint as to where Lorenzo could have been. On the other hand, it could have just been a dream. He remembered the events that played off in his mind actually happening, but that didn't give them a degree of certainty. He could have just been grasping at straws, looking for something to cling onto. Trying to be the hero, like Jason, like Damian was when he sacrificed his own safety to keep Michael from being hurt.
Did he want to do something so mean to Alcazar? It was true that they had cut off their association, mostly at Georgie's request. Dillon had learned to live in Port Charles, the Quatermaine's weren't going to send him off and his mother was back to keep it from happening anyway. Lorenzo had been very helpful to Dillon. He'd almost been a friend. Wouldn't doing something like he was about to do mean that he was betraying a friend?
"No," Dillon whispered to himself. "I'm not betraying a friend... I'm helping one." Dillon knew that while Lorenzo Alcazar could have been something a friend, Damian Zuniga was a friend. Damian was a person that Dillon could look up to, could find inspiration from. Someone who had helped him with his own problems and never asked for anything in return. And then there was Courtney, the one who had taken in the runaway, homeless black sheep of the Quatermaine clan out of the goodness of her heart. Dillon owed Courtney considerably, he could pay her back if it ended up being a correct guess and she was being held captive by Alcazar at the lake house.
"I've got to do this," Dillon pushed himself out of bed, wearing nothing but a tank top and some very thin sweatpants. His moral clock wasn't going off. He wasn't doing anything wrong.
Dillon did what he was asked, or, rather, told. He didn't want to sleep. It wasn't that he was energetic, far from it, he was worried about his friend and Courtney. Even though Sonny and Jason refused to believe that Dillon could have been of any help, he knew that they were wrong. He'd done things for Alcazar before, he knew things about Alcazar that Sonny and Jason didn't know. They just had to trust him, but they wouldn't trust him because they didn't believe that he was anything more than just a kid with a rather unique hairstyle.
Because of his disappointment at being rejected by the people that he wanted to help, Dillon tossed and turned in the bed that he was sleeping in. He didn't realize that he was sleeping so uncomfortably, of course, because of the fact that he was sleeping... and dreaming. Remembering.
Years Ago-
It was a warm summer night. Dillon was still new to the town. He had really only made friends with Georgie, who was busy volunteering at the hospital which she had just started to work at. Dillon knew that he loved that girl more than anything else. More than his movies, more than himself. He'd do anything to keep Georgie safe. It was one of the reasons why he kept his association with Lorenzo Alcazar a secret from her whenever possible. She knew that he worked for the man at times. She desperately wanted him to stop working for that guy, but Dillon couldn't. He needed money. Edward was threatening to send him away and if Dillon didn't find an alternative, he'd lose Georgie. Possibly forever. She would have claimed that she would be waiting for him, but someone that beautiful would find someone else, someone better than him. Dillon would never find someone as good as Georgie, though. He didn't want to leave her. The only alternative that Dillon could think of was getting a place of his own. The problem with that was places just didn't come out of the sky for teenagers to live in. He wasn't even old enough to drive, it wasn't like anybody would rent a space to a 15 year old... maybe Bobbie would, but she could get in trouble and Dillon didn't want anyone to suffer because of him.
There had to be someone that he could turn to for help. He thought about asking his cousin... the one that they always talked about with so much disappointment. Jason. Dillon admitted that he admired Jason for getting away. Maybe the two of them could strike up a friendship. Maybe Jason could be his mentor. The idea seemed like it would have been a good one, but it wasn't. The two had already met before, and the meeting didn't go well. Jason didn't want anything to do with any of the Quatermaine clan. Dillon couldn't blame Jason. They were manipulative and undeserving of any love that anyone could give them. The only one who was different was Emily, and she wasn't even a real Quatermaine.
Dillon was waiting for Alcazar at Kelly's. It wasn't the best place to meet, but there weren't many options. Dillon didn't even know what was going to happen. The man had someone contact him and say that Alcazar had an assignment. Dillon didn't want to pass up the chance at a quick buck.
Alcazar came up and Dillon noticed him. The teenager was in awe of the man. He was so regal. The way that he stood up tall was amazing. He seemed to have an aura of confidence that couldn't be shattered by anyone. Sonny Corinthos had tried, but Sonny was also fixated on finding his wife. "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice," Lorenzo's voice was filled with the same alarming sense of self that his body language gave off. There was something that couldn't be mistaken about Alcazar, he was a man who knew what he wanted.
"Yeah, sure," Dillon said, putting his hand behind his head and scratching the back of his skull, a nervous gesture. "What did you need?"
"I need to lay low for a time... get some of my activities in order," Lorenzo was cautious with his words. "Because of that, I'm going to need someone to be a delivery boy of sorts."
"Don't take this the wrong way, but don't you have plenty of other people working for you that would be happy to give you whatever you wanted?"
Lorenzo laughed, "You're a bright young man. Yes, I've my fair share of subjects that would be happy to do the task that I have in mind, but none of them have what you have."
"What would that be?" Dillon was genuinely interested in what Alcazar thought that only Dillon had.
"Youth, innocence, naivety," Lorenzo listed off the qualities like they were nothing. "My enemies in the area will know which men I have stationed around the area, and they'll know to be looking for such people if they want to find me. They wouldn't think about my associating myself with a teenager."
"You're saying that I don't have a menacing face?" Dillon asked.
"Don't take it as an insult, Dillon," Lorenzo replied. "It's actually a compliment. If people underestimate you then it means that you can use that underestimation in your favor. Never give up an advantage in life, Dillon. It's a rule that I've always lived my life by, and look where I am now."
Dillon thought about where Lorenzo claimed to be. He had power, he had money, he had a life all his own. Nobody told him what to do. Dillon didn't want to be the same type of person that Lorenzo was per se, but he did want to be freed from the chains of oppression that the Quatermaine's had placed him under. "I'll keep that in mind."
"You don't have to take this job," Lorenzo noted. "If you do not want to be my errand boy, just say it. I will pay you far more than the job entitles, though. Think of it as... a gift for loyalty to me."
"Nothing I do will be illegal, right?" Dillon asked. No matter how much time it took, if he got arrested for something... again... his grandfather would send him off without batting an eyelash. Even Lila would probably be in favor of the idea. She didn't want to see one of her darling grandchildren fall onto the wrong side of the tracks. Even though she loved Jason dearly, she was always saddened by the fact that he became the person that he was.
"Not unless you feel that you don't need to pay for food and toiletries," Lorenzo remarked. "You'll just be getting me things that I need from time to time. You will, of course, be given the money to purchase the items and then bring them to me."
"There's a problem with that, I don't know where you live."
"I have thought of that as well," Lorenzo grinned. "I haven't necessarily set up shop in Port Charles as of this moment, but I do have a home that I am using on the outskirts of town. Very secluded, with a beautiful view of a lake. Perhaps it could be a place that you could take that girl whom you enjoy spending so much time with."
"I don't think Georgie would like that," Dillon was honest, but he wasn't brutally honest. How could Lorenzo like it if Dillon said that she wouldn't allow herself to be spending time around a known crime lord? Dillon severely doubted that the man would be very nice about the situation. "She's got this thing about being in a bathing suit around people that she doesn't know very well..."
"You should consider it a very admirable quality that the young lady doesn't flaunt herself," Lorenzo said. "It's a very rare quality, especially in this day and age."
"Georgie isn't like anyone else I've ever met," Dillon grinned. "She's... special."
"I hope she knows how special she is to you sometime soon," Lorenzo was being nice, it was alarming Dillon. Who knew that someone who killed people at whim could have a heart? Dillon didn't. "I will give you instructions to the lake house when I have need of you, if you accept the job."
"Yeah, I don't mind getting you food and things like that," Dillon grinned, it was going to be easy cash.
"Excellent," Lorenzo's voice was thick. "You know, Dillon, I've got people who have been working for me for years and they don't have the dependability that you have. It's a very shocking thing that you're able to be so vital."
"Thanks, I think..."
"It was a compliment," Lorenzo turned around. "I shall find a way to contact you in a few days." Lorenzo walked away, his trench coat draping behind him. Dillon didn't understand how the man could wear something like that when it was so hot.
Days Later-
Dillon hadn't heard anything from Alcazar, but then out of the blue one of the men bumped into him on the pier, telling him that Lorenzo had need of him. Dillon carried a bag filled with, of all things, groceries and some light reading. What kind of crime lord read romance novels? Dillon had gotten the instructions to the house that Alcazar was talking about. He had to 'borrow' Ned's car to get there, but Ned was visiting Brook Lynn, he wouldn't have use for the car in some days. Besides, Dillon was a good driver. He could drive without people thinking that he was underage. He just had to conceal his face. Being a Quatermaine made him one of the elite in Port Charles. The police officers all knew every member of the family, and Dillon had no doubt that they would also know what his age was, and know that he wasn't old enough to drive legally.
The pale moonlight of the summer night sky danced off of the reflective pool of water in the lake, making it seem like a mirror. The soft wind caused ripples in the water that changed the focus of the moon every second. Dillon thought it would have made a great opening or closing scene for a movie, but he didn't have a camera or anything else to take pictures of the serene scene.
Dillon saw that the lights to the house were on. Either someone was there, or Lorenzo chose to keep the lights on just to make people feel like the house was occupied. As far as Dillon knew, nobody else really knew that Lorenzo even owned the place. He got out of the car, grabbing the brown bag and carrying it up the few stairs that creaked with each step. He didn't know why, but his pulse was racing. It wasn't like anything was going to happen. Dillon knocked, "Mr. Alcazar? It's Dillon Quatermaine."
"The door is open," He heard the man yell.
Dillon didn't know why someone like Alcazar would have an open door. Wouldn't it make it easier for someone to just barge in? If they didn't know he was there... then it didn't really matter. Besides, Alcazar almost always had a gun on him. If anyone tried to break into his home, they'd find themselves riddled with bullets in no time.
Dillon walked into the house and looked around. It was beautiful. The couches were all imported and suede. There was a bearskin rug on the floor, and a marble fireplace, black as onyx. Even Edward himself would have to admit that Lorenzo had impeccable tastes in attire. Their lake house wasn't even that lavish.
Lorenzo came out of one of the other parts of the home, making it seem bigger than it already was. "That was fast."
"Wow..."
Lorenzo chuckled, "You like how I live my life, I take it?"
"I've seen lifestyles of the and famous a few thousand times in my life, but none of the houses looked this... nice."
"I'll admit that I use this place as a getaway more than anything," Lorenzo looked around. "A place that people don't know I own, so I can spoil myself a little."
"What's with all the books?"
"An Oxford education breeds a love of fine literature, Dillon," Lorenzo smirked. "I didn't spend years at one of the top schools to just stay around shooting people, after all."
"That explains the reason why you had me buy a book with Fabio on the cover..."
"What can I say? I'm a Romantic."
"I guess you are," Dillon handed the bag over. "Here's everything that you wanted me to get."
"As I have already stated, you're an amazing young man."
"I wish I heard that more often," Dillon stated. "The only times that I hear anything at my house that are really related to me are when my family's finding something to be nitpicky about, or they're railing on my mother."
"Don't let the people who you have blood ties to shape the person that you can become, Dillon," Lorenzo said. "That's the biggest mistake that anyone could ever make."
"I'll keep that in mind," Dillon knew that he had just heard a good piece of advice. One that he should have kept locked away in the back of his mind. "I'm going to see if Georgie wants me to keep her company at the hospital."
"Here," Lorenzo pulled out some bills and placed some in Dillon's hand, "get her something nice."
"This is..."
"Don't take my generosity and toss it back in my face, Dillon," Lorenzo put the bag of items on the table. "You only live once."
As Dillon left the house and closed the door, the door to his mind also closed. He woke up and looked over at the clock on the counter. It was almost three in the morning. That wasn't important, though. What was important was the fact that he might have known where Lorenzo was keeping Damian and Courtney.
Dillon didn't know what he was going to do. On one hand his dreams had given him a hint as to where Lorenzo could have been. On the other hand, it could have just been a dream. He remembered the events that played off in his mind actually happening, but that didn't give them a degree of certainty. He could have just been grasping at straws, looking for something to cling onto. Trying to be the hero, like Jason, like Damian was when he sacrificed his own safety to keep Michael from being hurt.
Did he want to do something so mean to Alcazar? It was true that they had cut off their association, mostly at Georgie's request. Dillon had learned to live in Port Charles, the Quatermaine's weren't going to send him off and his mother was back to keep it from happening anyway. Lorenzo had been very helpful to Dillon. He'd almost been a friend. Wouldn't doing something like he was about to do mean that he was betraying a friend?
"No," Dillon whispered to himself. "I'm not betraying a friend... I'm helping one." Dillon knew that while Lorenzo Alcazar could have been something a friend, Damian Zuniga was a friend. Damian was a person that Dillon could look up to, could find inspiration from. Someone who had helped him with his own problems and never asked for anything in return. And then there was Courtney, the one who had taken in the runaway, homeless black sheep of the Quatermaine clan out of the goodness of her heart. Dillon owed Courtney considerably, he could pay her back if it ended up being a correct guess and she was being held captive by Alcazar at the lake house.
"I've got to do this," Dillon pushed himself out of bed, wearing nothing but a tank top and some very thin sweatpants. His moral clock wasn't going off. He wasn't doing anything wrong.