Beyond Recollection – A Sonny & Skye FanFiction

Chapter Fifteen – The Trigger

"Why don't you come back to bed?" Carly 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.

"No!" he bit out sharply, pulling his arm from her grasp. At her shocked expression he softened his tone, "I'm sorry. It's just that I have some business I need to finish before I come up."

"Alright," Carly said before she slithered her arms around his shoulders. "But don't take too long," she spoke against his neck as she ran her lips up to his ear.

"I'll try not to," he stated pulling her back and kissing her quickly on the forehead. He watched her disappear up the stairs before he turned and headed back to his desk. Removing Skye's engagement ring from his pocket, he sat and again let his thoughts travel back to the memory of her. Creating a mental tally, he listed the details of the scene.

"Stone fireplace, green and white quilt," Sonny mumbled quietly leaning his elbows in the desk. "Four-poster bed, rocking chair in the corner of the room, and – and – SHIT!" Slamming his fist on the surface of the desk, he pushed away from the desk with aggravation and slouched back into the leather chair. The details of the room were nowhere as clear as the images of Skye.

Holding her ring eye level, he willed for some kind of clue as how to remember. He just need to –

"Beep, beep, beep. If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again."

Sonny's eyes snapped open as the sound of the operator penetrated his concentration. With a growl of anger he quickly leaned forward and slammed the phone, which Carly had clearly not hung up properly, into its cradle.

It was at that moment that Sonny recalled the strange phone call that had driven him from his concentration earlier. He knew someone had been on the other end, aside from the strong feeling he had, the soft exhale had been proof alone. There was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on but needed to figure out.

Pulling the phone from the cradle, he dialed.

"Jeff," he spoke with anticipation. "I need you to trace the last incoming call to my house line."

"Yes, sir," Jeff replied before answering a moment later. "The call was long-distance, maybe upstate. I'll have a number in a few more seconds, but the address will take me longer."

"Was it a business?"

"No sir, a residence."

"Just give me the number. Do you have it yet?" he spoke with impatience.

"Yes sir, here it is," he paused. "3-1-2-5-5-5-0-6-9-0."

"Thank you," Sonny spoke before once again setting the phone in its cradle. Staring down at the number, its unfamiliarity bothered him greatly as he sat in concentration.

He'd been rolling Skye's ring back and forth between his fingers unknowingly, when the small object suddenly fell to the floor with a soft clink, causing Sonny's eyes to snap open. He quickly bent forward and pulled it into his grasp, before sitting up quickly. The back of his head hit the desk hard, sending objects falling to the ground and causing him to wince and hiss sharply in reply.

Rubbing the quickly forming bruise, he looked down at the mess at his feet. Bills, pens, and debris where scattered around the floor of the desk.

"Sir?" Max questioned, opening the door a crack. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Max," Sonny assured the reliable guard, moving forward to clean up the fallen items once Max had gone.

"I just need to be left alone for five fu—," his mumbled rants ceased as his eyes caught sight of an object at his feet.

The silver letter opener stood away from the remaining fallen objects. The reflected moon light shown in his eyes as he bent forward to pick it up. With a curious stare, he wondered why he had been drawn to the object. Suddenly, without a warning, his mind went dark and the beginnings of a new memory attacked him.

Though nighttime, the July heat pounded him with little concern, his heavy footsteps echoing against the pavement as he wandered through the deserted park. The park was still littered with traces of last weekends Fourth of July celebrations, as Sonny continued to walk the familiar paths. Thoughts and mind lost on his resent marital uncertainties and speculations; he walked deeper and deeper into the wooded trails.

The sky was unaccompanied that night, heavy clouds concealing any trace of moon or stars. The darkness was relaxing to him. With only the paved trail before him, he was undistracted by the noises a stroll on the streets of Port Charles would have brought about.

A sudden scream pulled him from his thoughts, forcing Sonny to look high and low for its owner. The rustling of bushes ahead of him caught his attention, as a figure quickly ran across the path and into the woods on his left. Prepared to follow the disappearing figure, assuming they had been the one to scream, he was surprised when a second scream came from behind him.

Approaching the direction the mystery person had fled from, Sonny quickly pushed through the heavy brush. Blood bumping and heart racing, he stumbled out of the bushes and discovered a second trail. Following it, his adrenaline peaked as the cry of a woman forced his feet and limbs to move quicker.

Thunder sounded above as the heavy clouds let lose, crashing a blinding rain on his shoulders as he pushed under a low branch and stumbled into a small courtyard.

"Hey!" he called as man quickly darted behind a stone bench and ran into the woods behind it. Sonny collapsed against the hard ledge of the stone fountain, gulping in breaths of air as he watched the man disappear.

"Asshole," he mumbled resting on the ledge, silently wondering why so many were fleeing the woods that evening.

Glancing down at the raindrop-clouded water of the fountain, he discovered it was darker than it should be and reaching into the cool water his eyes widened. Blood polluted the surface of the fountain pool, before the falling rain cleaned away all evidence it had even existed.

Fearful eyes suddenly scanned the depths of the fountain, before he found what had been the cause of the bloody water. Reaching into the fountain, Sonny's hand pulled out the discarded weapon. He held the knife in his palm, starring down at it with concern.

"Where is the victim?" he thought frantically as his eyes scanned the small courtyard. The two figures could not have been injured, their strides had been both been fast and even. Neither had stumbled or showed any signs of injury.

Pushing off of the ledge he stood, ears searching through the thunder and eyes peering through the curtain of rain. Quickly walking through the small courtyard, he stumbled and ultimately tripped over a raised tree root.

Sonny cursed loudly as he crawled to his knees. Eyes first searching for the lost knife, which had been dropped in his fall, before he looked over his shoulder to the offending tree root, finding it was not a tree root at all.

It was a body.
Sonny's eyes snapped open as the sudden memory ended abruptly as it had begun. Blinking rapidly, he looked around and discovered he had fallen to his knees during his black out. Sweat had formed on his brow and his eyes had grown heavy. Lifting his arm to wipe his dampened forehead, he noticed he still held the letter opener in his hand.

Hastily throwing the object to the ground and staggering away from it, realizing the resemblance to a knife had been the reason the letter opener had triggered his newest memory.

Moving quickly towards the stairs, not caring if he woke Carly or not, he climbed towards his bedroom and rushed through the door.

"Sonny? What are you doing?" Carly asked groggily from the bed as she watched him moved quickly to his bureau. "Sonny?" she asked louder, sitting up as she he sat on the end of the bed to put on his shoes. She rose quickly and followed his retreating form out the bedroom door.

"Sonny!" she called as she ran down the stairs to catch up with him.

"I have to go Carly," he spoke hastily as he reached for his coat.

"Go? Go where, Sonny? It's nearly one am!"

"I need to remember," he told her finally before he left.

"What the hell!" Carly shouted with a slam of her bare foot to the ground. "F-ck!" she shouted as her foot encountered a sharp object instead of the ground. Looking down, eyes widening once they spotted the diamond engagement ring.

"Little bitch," she growled.

TBC...
[A/N]: Ok, I'm trying to get out as many chapters as I can right now, if you hadn't already noticed – lol – because after this weekend I don't know when I'm going to be able to update. Grrrr!! Me sorry!!! But I'm graduating on Tuesday!!! I really can't wait, but I am going to cry my eyes out! I really loved High School and I'm sad that I have to leave. But hey, I'm going to be a teacher so I'll be back in a High School in a couple of years. Ok, done babbling! But don't loose faith in me! If I have to stay up to 4am some days, I will!! I am going to finish this one!!!