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Ch. Messenger

The shrill ring of the pohne brought Jason out of one of his rare evening naps. Groggily he turned on the table lamp and answered.

"Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan? This is Robert Martin from Airport Control."

"What's wrong?" Jason asked now fully awake.

"I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Corinthos' plane went down somewhere over the Pacific."

"It crashed?"

"Yes, sir. About a half hour ago. We haven't heard anything and it's likely no one survived."

"Umm.. Thank you for telling me."

"Again, I'm truly sorry."

Jason disconnected the line and continued to look at the phone for a minute. He was still trying to get a hold of everything. Sonny's plane went down. Him and Courtney might be dead.

"Oh God. Carly!" he had to tell her. How? He didn't know how, but he had to. He got dressed quickly and headed across the hall. He flew to PH4 ignoring Marco questioning what was wrong.

When he entered the penthouse he realized that she would probably blame herself for pushing them to go. Why not? He was already blaming himself for not being there. It wasn't like there was anything he could have to stop it but he could have done his best to protect them. Her. Without realizing, he banged his lef into the coffee table, causing a loud thud to echo through the penthouse. Carly came down the stairs immediately carrying a baseball bat. She stopped when she saw him standing in her living room.

"Jason? What are you doing?"

"Carly. I think you should sit."

"Hell no. If you think I need to sit then whatever you have to tell me is important. Is it Sonny?"

"Carly."

"No, I'm not going to sit. Ok? Just tell me!" she asked with fear and worry in her voice. he could also see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Tell me." she whispered.

"Sonny's plane went down."

She gasped and felt the bat slip from her grip and clatter to the floor.

"Oh my God. When? Where?"

"Around thirty minutes ago. Over the Pacific."

"Pacific? As in ocean? As in miles of water and no where to go but down?"

"No, no. They said there's a chance they landed, I mean.."

"Crashed." she finished.

"Yeah, uh, crashed." he cleared his throat hating the sound of the words being said out loud. "It could have crashed onto one of the islands in the area."

"Alrigh. How much of a chance? And even if they did, what are the chances they survived?"

She listened to her own words as they tumbled out of her mouth and felt nauseous. She was surprised when he started to answer her question.

"The chances of reaching an island are decent considering their position when they went down. But the tower said they haven't heard anything and they're assuming no one survived." He noted the tears in her eyes were now streaming down her cheeks.

" I killed them. I pushed them to go and I killed them."

"We don't know that they're dead. I'm going to use all resources we have to search ok? We'll find them."

"If they survived the crash, how long is it going to take you to search every island in the area. Days? Weeks?"

He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"It'll be ok." he said speaking partly to convince himself. He felt his own emotions taking over and fought back his tears keeping his steady, unchanged gaze. She needed comforting right now, he could work through the pain he felt in his heart when he was alone.

"But why? What made it go down?" She asked falling further into his embrace. He held her and let her cry on him as he'd done numerous times throughout their friendship.

"I don't know. But I'll find out."