Beyond Recollection - A Sonny & Skye FanFiction
Chapter Fourteen - In the Dark
Two Months Later
Sonny Corinthos could not sleep. Through the darkness of the night he glanced beside him, sleeping calmly after an evening of laborious lovemaking was Carly. Her blonde hair was scattered across the pillow, and with sheets tangled around her waist she slept.
Rolling onto his back, he watched the dancing shadows that moved across the ceiling in an attempt to bore himself to sleep. A sudden snort and snore from beside him caused him to squeeze his lids shut as he let out a groan of annoyance.
'Skye never snored,' he commented in his thoughts before shaking his head in aggravation. In the time that Skye had left town he had been unable to remove her from his thoughts. He often found himself comparing her to Carly; an occurrence that proved both pleasing and disconcerting. He needed to forget about her. He needed to finally begin to move on with the woman beside him, the one he could remember loving.
"What I really need is sleep," he mumbled quietly as he forced his thoughts from Skye.
The rustling of sheets beside him, as Carly shifted in her sleep, pulled the memory of the nights activity into his thoughts. Hoping it would push him closer to sleep, he continued to picture himself and Carly. Scenes of rolling bodies and roaming hands surfaced, along side of the sounds of their heavy panting and hoarse moans. When the vision of Carly throwing her head back suddenly appeared, something began to change.
As his memory continued to play, the sheets around him changed from their normal and familiar black satin, to an unfamiliar green and white quilt. The scene in his mind had somehow changed and he was no longer in his penthouse bedroom. The dark and dismal walls he knew transformed into wood and stone. A glow from a stone fireplace settled over him and his companion, its warm light dancing on their skin.
He did not recognize this place and as he squeezed his lids tighter he suddenly saw why. The woman in his arms had also changed. Carly's lanky and bony body was no longer the one he held. Her skin was now porcelain colored and soft under his fingertips as he fell further into the foreign memory.
His fervent and hurried movements were now gentle and slow, building a sensation stronger than any he could ever remember feeling or experiencing with Carly.
"Sonny," her soft voice spoke causing him to trail his eyes higher to meet her own. As he stared into the depths of her hazel gaze, he was lost. The strong emotion held there began to lure him into a feeling of content as she started to lean forward.
Their lips met with a charge of heat and desire. Dizzy and dazed, Sonny's eyes drifted close as he allowed the pure bliss of her lips to overwhelm him. With her hands softly cradling his face she broke the kiss, softly whispering his name. As the sound of her voice flooded over him, his eyes slowly opened and he was greeted with her angelic smile, framed by her auburn locks.
"Skye," he spoke out loud as her image slipped away. His eyes fluttered open to the dark and dismal master bedroom of his penthouse. Turning his head towards the warm body at his left, a wave of disappointment crossed his features as he saw blonde instead of auburn.
"What did you expect?" he thought to himself as he rolled away from Carly's idle form. "It was just a memory." In the next moment, Sonny bolted into a sitting position, eyes wide and filled with realization.
"A memory," he repeated to himself. "I remembered."
Quickly, but gently, he removed himself from the tangled black satin and quietly moved across the darkened room. Without a second glance to the woman asleep in his bed, Sonny moved with determination down the stairs.
His silhouette crossed the living room, the falling snow illuminating his form in the dark as he moved to sit at his desk. Silently pulling the top drawer open, he reached into the desk, fingers searching for the velvet box hidden there. With success, he pulled the small box from its home and softly pulled the lid open.
Skye's diamond engagement ring stared back at him from the interior of the tiny box. Wordlessly he pulled the small ring from the folds of velvet, discarding the box into the drawer before he moved away from the desk.
The first snowfall of the New Year continued to coat Port Charles in a blanket of white as Sonny pressed his back to the cool glass of the window. Cradling the small ring in his fingers, he looked down at it with longing. If what he had just witnessed in his thoughts was in fact a memory and not the beginnings of a dream, then did that mean he would be able to recover his entire memory? Was he willing to appease his longing to be with Skye on the mere hope that all of his memory would return. What if it did not?
What if all he was left with was this new memory of their lovemaking?
They had slept together before, knowing that they had slept together before his accident wouldn't help him to recover any lost feelings and emotions. He still couldn't remember when his feelings for Skye first changed, he couldn't remember telling her about his mother, and he still couldn't remember how she had obtained the scars she never spoke of.
Replaying the scene of her over in his mind, he tried hard to identify the location it had taken place at. The rustic design and warm colors were unrecognizable, and yet he knew he should be able to recognize the room. There was something there; just beyond his reach like it had been the day he discovered Skye's first scar. He could sense it below the surface as he tried in vain to reach through the murky waters of his memory, in hopes of rescueing it.
The loud ringing of the telephone brought him away from his task. Letting out a small shout of irritation, he hurried to the phone.
"Hello," he answered softly after taking a deep breath. His eyes stayed focussed to the stairs, willing Carly not to appear.
"Hello?" he repeated into the silent line. "Is anyone there?"
A soft exhale was his only reply.
"Who's there?" he asked with persistence.
"Sonny?" Carly's voice echoed from the stairs. "Who is on the phone this late? It's almost twelve."
Looking towards the disheveled blonde as she stalked towards him, he discreetly placed Skye's ring into his pocket.
"Why don't you come back to bed?" she suggested as she pulled the phone from his hand, prepared to hang it up.
"Don't do that! Someone's there," he bit out in frustration.
"No one's there Sonny. The line is dead now," she assured as she placed the receiver into its cradle and began to pull him towards the stairs.
Skye could not sleep. Through the darkness of the night she glanced beside her, to the empty space in bed, and buried her reoccurring loneliness as she clenched her eyes shut. Quickly turning her head away from his empty side of the bed, she glanced at the clock on her night table.
"11:37," she groaned. "I'm never going to fall asleep."
Rising slowly, she pulled herself from the large four poster bed and padded across the dark room. Pulling her discarded robe from the rocking chair in the corner, she quickly put it on and tied it loosely above her protruding belly.
Close to entering her second trimester, Skye's belly was visible in most things she wore. No longer having to worry about impressing investors or high-ups, she had long since overlooked her tailored suits and slimming dresses for extremely more comfortable garments. Since her belly had only just began to really show, she had been wearing sweaters and a few of Jason's shirts Courtney had rustled up for her. Though, in the weeks and months to come, her current maternity wardrobe would need to be expanded, a point Courtney had stated that morning before suggesting they drive into the city for the day tomorrow.
A day in New York would be a fun change in scenery for Skye. For the past two months she's seen only the cabin and it's surrounding woods. Though a small town was located twenty minutes down the road; Skye didn't travel there often. She really had no need to, especially with Jason and Courtney's regular visits with any supplies she would need.
She owed them so much.
Tiptoeing down the wooden stairs of the cabin, in an effort not to wake her visitor, she frowned slightly as she looked down at Courtney asleep on the couch. Skye had told her to come up and share her bed once she had grown tired tired, she should have known Courtney would had stayed on the couch for her benefit.
Skye approached the couch slowly, stepping over the scattered pieces of the puzzle they had attempted that afternoon once the snow had taken out the television. She untangled the blanket at Courtney's feet and pulled it to her shoulders before moving towards the fireplace and adding a small log to keep the downstairs from freezing.
The cabin was old and though it did have conventional heating, the main sources of heat were the two large stone fireplaces, one located in the living room and the other in the master bedroom up stairs. Her bedroom and bath were really all that the upstairs consisted of, and though large, it could be considered a loft with the balcony over looking the large downstairs.
Downstairs there was a small cozy kitchen in the corner of the house, the main room of the cabin, a second bathroom, and the spare bedroom. Courtney had spent the better part of her week's stay in the spare room, painting the walls a soft yellow in preparations of making the room a nursery. The main room, which the upstairs balcony over looked, was one large living room. Adorned with bookshelves, overstuffed furniture, and large rugs, the room's warm and inviting atmosphere created a space Skye never wished to leave at times.
Walking to the large French doors beside the dinning table, Skye looked out at the snow-covered world. The moonlight created a soft glow of blue across the fresh blanket of powder and she remembered last Christmas with Sonny, when she had thought the same thing standing with his arms wrapped tightly around her.
A small sad smile formed on her features as Sonny once again entered her thoughts. From Jason she knew that Carly had moved back into the penthouse and was currently trying to convince Sonny to let her redecorate. Skye supposed this was to rid them of all evidence that she had ever lived there. The evidence was everywhere too, as it should have been. Skye had spent more than a year of her life in that penthouse and with Sonny.
Without him, the past two months had been painful for Skye. So used to his care and love, she learned the hard way how much she had really relied on him each day.
She now hated the nighttime because it meant facing the room and bed they once shared. Lying beside his cold and empty space each night, she only wished to hear his voice just one last time. The voice that had whispered I love you's, confessed hidden secrets and wishes, and most of all comforted her when she had cried in his arms.
In the next moment Skye hastily made her way back upstairs, silently crossing the room and climbing the stairs. Then, without thinking, she picked up the phone that sat beside her bed.
The clock next to it on her night table now read 11:49pm as she dialed the number she had longed to call for two months.
"Ringing, it's ringing," she nervously thought, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for whatever would happen next.
"Hello," came his warm voice from the other end.
Skye couldn't speak. It had been two months since she had heard his voice and she was trying her hardest not burst into tears.
"Hello?" he repeated due to her lack of reply. "Is anyone there?"
G-d! What could she say? How would he react to hearing from her? Did he even want to hear from her? Letting out a soft exhale, Skye began to build the courage to speak.
"Who's there?"
What would she say first? That she misses him and that she still is very much in love with him? That she is three months pregnant with his child and wished that he wanted a child as much as she did? Had his memory returned? Did he love her?
Deciding on simply beginning with asking how he was, Skye took one final deep breath before opening her mouth to speak to him. Before the words could even pass her lips, the silence of the line was broken.
"Sonny?" Carly's voice echoed through the receiver. "Who is on the phone this late? It's almost twelve."
The words were forgotten as her eyes closed and her head fell.
"Why don't you come back to bed?"
A tear fell onto her raised belly as she hung up the phone. His name crossed her lips in a whisper before she climbed fully into bed. Lying down on the green and white quilt, she silently cried herself to sleep.
TBC...