A/N: Yay! Halloween is coming up. Me and my friends are going as the whole Scooby Gang! Not the Buffy, the actual Scoobies. (if you didn't watch Buffy then disregard that last part) I get to be Shaggy! won't be very hard, just let my hair hang down all scraggly like and find some way to give myself a goatee....suggestions?

Ch. 8 If At First...

She sat alone in the empty room, staring at the same picture still.

FLASHBACK

"I was thinking, maybe we should go away for a bit."

"Really? Where? When?" she asked excited.

"Wherever you want. Whenever you want." he answered showing her his gorgeous dimples.

"I've always wanted to go to Rome. We should go as soon as possible. Make it a family thing!"

"Great! I'm sure Michael will love Rome."

"Yeah, I'm sure he would. But I wasn't talking about Michael."

END FLASHBACK

Tracing his features with her finger tips she wondered what they'd be doing if she hadn't insisted they leave right away.

FLASHBACK

"But you're her brother."

"True. But I don't know what that means to her. We barely know each other. And for all I know she just sees me as one of Mike's many mistakes. I just- I don't think she'd want to come."

"Will you at least let me ask?"

"Fine. You can ask her but don't push. If she says no, leave it alone. She doesn't want to go, she doesn't want to go. That's all."

FLASHBACK

'But you did push, Carly. You pushed them both.' she though disgusted with herself.

Even though she was afraid to let herself believe it , a part of her felt that he was still alive and missing her.

Sonny had wandered through the remains of their useless transport. Finding nos ort of communication he allowed himself to wonder if they would ever get home. Returning he was glad to see that Courtney was still asleep. He wasn't happy with the idea of her waking up and remembering where they were alone. It had almost been too much for him.

The man recalled waking up expecting to feel his wife's warm body against his, and felt his heart sink when he realized it wasn't so. He probably wouldn't admit it anytime soon but he felt proud at how fast brother ly insict grew on him in the hours they'd been there.

Bringing him back to the moment, he heard a rasping voice call his name.

"Mr. Corinthos." It came out with a heavy spanish accent. Sonny was surprised to see the pilot coherent and talking to him.

"It's alright, you'll be ok."he comforted knowing his own words were a lie.

"Anders." he whispered.

"What about him?" he asked leaning in closer to hear him better.

"Don't trust him. He did this. I tried to stop him."

"Hec crashed the plane? On purpose? Why would he do that?"

He never got an answer as he watched the man go completely limp. Taking his pulse, he quietly cursed to himself. IT wasn't any accident or malfunction. Just plain old attempted murder. He reached out and closed the dead man's eyes, saying a silent prayer for him.

If Anders had gone so far as crashing a plane while he was on it, to get him then he most likely would try again.