Beyond Recollection – A Sonny Skye FanFiction

Chapter Nineteen – From the Dark

AN: This chapter is for Jacinda, who got my butt out of my writer's block and rolling again!

"I vote we keep them up for another week," Courtney voiced as she emerged from the kitchen with two steaming cups of herbal tea.

"Fine with me," Skye declared, taking a cup from her friend and returning her gaze to the glowing Christmas tree. "Taking down Christmas decorations always makes me so depressed."

"Same here," the blonde quietly agreed, brushing her hand against a shimmering ornament. "I don't care that it's almost a week after New Years, a few more days won't hurt anything," she said with smile and a soft laugh.

"On the downside," Skye began as she lowered herself onto the fluffy couch. "There go our plans for tonight."

"Hmm," Courtney frowned, tapping her free hand to her chin in mock thought. After a playful moment she finally replied, "Well, I vote for a little Mel Gibson."

"I should have known," Skye groaned, rolling her eyes and throwing her hand in the air.

"Yes you should have," Courtney replied. "I'm the guest and you must humor me," she smiled wickedly walking towards the TV cabinet and unhinging the doors.

"Hey! Not for four nights in a row," Skye protested. "I'm all Mel Gibsoned out." Hiding her smile from Courtney's expression of shock in her mug, Skye leaned further into the soft warm cushions of the over stuffed couch. "How about we watch my favorite leading man tonight?"

"And he is not Mel? Skye, I'm offended," Courtney forged a hurt expression. "Just who is this man you are choosing over Mel?"

"Cary Grant," she announced proudly before pointing to the dvds below the television. "And I want to watch An Affair to Remember."

"You just like that movie because the leading lady is a red head," Courtney accused jokingly.

"No," Skye laughed warmly. "That's not the reason, only an added bonus."

"Fine," she admitted defeat. "It is your house," she stated before heading towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Skye asked, watching the blonde put on her heavy winter coat and gloves. "Oh, if you're going to be like we can watch Mel Gibson."

"I'm just getting more firewood," Courtney laughed with a smile. "The snow is coming down a little harder now and I better get it before we can't even get out the door."

"I'll make some popcorn while you're freezing your butt off then," she teased, rising slowly due to her rounded belly.

"Haha," Courtney stated sarcastically. "Just for that we are watching Lethal Weapon!"

"Jason," Sonny spoke as he turned to his friend with a soft smile of realization. "I remember everything."

"Every thing?" Jason asked with an expression of pure shock.

"Everything."

"Are you are Sonny?" he asked in a whisper of amazement. Eyes wide with hope Jason step closer to his friend, praying for confirmation.

"Jason," Sonny began with a wide smile as he stepped into the opening doors of the elevator. "How can I prove it to you? Here, ask me anything," he added as Jason followed him in to the elevator.

"Where did Courtney and I get married?"

"Ireland," Sonny replied without a second thought as the doors to the elevator slid shut. "It was sunset and raining, but it was a beautiful ceremony," Sonny spoke with a warm expression towards his friend. "And I'm so happy that you two found each other. I couldn't ask for a better husband for my baby sister," he paused. "I'm just so sorry for the way I treated yours."

Lowering his eyes, Sonny's gaze drifted over his hand and landed on his bare ring finger. "We should have been married by now," he whispered with torment.

"Sonny," Jason spoke with a firm and assertive voice. "You love my sister. I know this, Courtney knows this, all of Port Charles knows this, but especially Skye knows this. I know that you never wanted to hurt her. You let her go because you thought it was better for her. She has never stopped loving you and she never will. These past three months have been a nightmare for everyone, but you woke up. Its over now."

"But will she take me back Jason?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"You know she doesn't deserve me."

"Sonny, you're trustworthy, loyal, passionate, unforgiving, some times extremely stubborn, and you have a horrible temper..."

"This is really helping Jason," Sonny noted sarcastically.

"You didn't let me finish. No one is perfect, Sonny, and you have to except that. But you're my best friend and I couldn't ask for a better husband for my older sister."

"You're irreplaceable Jason," he said softly, showing his gratitude in his eyes and smile.

"And don't you forget it," he teased back as he reached for his ringing cell phone. "Yea," he answered, following Sonny into the parking garage of General Hospital.

"To the cabin Max," Sonny greeted his trusted guard as they reached the waiting black limousine.

Max's eyes lit up and a smile graced his lips before he replied, "Yes sir. With my driving we can be there in twenty. My mother always told me I had a lead foot."

"I wouldn't want you to get caught speeding," Sonny teased, his mood officially lighter. "I know how never brake the law."

"Never sir," Max shook his head, holding back a grin. Sonny laughed out loud and began to lower himself into the limousine, when Jason rushed over, cell phone still gripped in his hand.

"We have a big problem Sonny," he stated with a troubled expression.

"What? What is it?" he asked, stepping out of the limousine with a worried expression of his own.

"Its Carly."

"What about her?"

"She has your gun Sonny."

"What?" He shouted. "How did she find it and why does she need it Jason?"

"I don't know, but Sonny," he paused. "She has the directions to the cabin."

"What?" he gasped, panic flooding his features as his body went ridged with fear. "How Jason?"

"Apparently Jeff ran a trace for you, on some phone number," he paused trying to make sense of it all. "I don't know, but it was the cabin's address. When did Skye call you?"

"She didn't," he answered. "I asked for that race the night..."

"It was Skye?" Jason asked as he watched the emotions play across Sonny's face.

"I didn't know Jason," he gasped. "She never spoke and...and then Carly hung up the phone. I didn't know it was her!" He shouted with anger towards himself, slamming his fist into the car door. "Damn-it! Why didn't I know!"

"Its not you fault, Sonny." Jason assured directing Sonny back towards the limousine. "We have to get up there. I don't like this. I don't like this at all."

Crouching behind a snow covered bush; Carly cursed herself for not finding a better hiding spot. For the younger blonde would quickly spot her on her walk to the small stone shed that housed the dry firewood. The full moon was now brightly lit, exposing her awkward hidden form and ready to ruin any plans she had.

But with a hand of luck in her favor, Carly watched as Courtney turned back inside telling something to the cabin's other occupant. She took her chance without a second's delay, quickly rushing to the shrouded side of the stone shed.

Peering around the side of the tiny building, she frowned as Courtney laughed at something and finally turned towards the shed. Shutting the door behind her, Carly watched as Courtney slowly padded through the fresh inches of snow.

Holding her breath, she ducked out of view and relied on the crunching of Courtney's footsteps for her whereabouts. Slowly and silently her gloved hand reached into her pocket and pulled out the two weapons she was armed with. The gun of the man who ruined her life, and the knife of the man who had been her life.

She had big plans for Ric's knife and the detestable auburn waiting inside the cabin, but first she had to deal with the only object that stood in her way. Yes, Courtney had once been considered a friend in Carly's view. But a true friend would never have taken Sonny's side.

It's former friends like that, in which she had no use for.

In Carly's view Courtney was a very bad friend.

TBC