Beyond Recollection A Sonny Skye FanFiction
Chapter Twenty The End of a Dream (Part I)
AN: I started a Sonny and Skye C2 community...tell me if I missed any stories. I hope I didn't! And unfortunately we can't put fics with an 'R' rating in C2 communities, so if you have a 'R' fic and you want it in the community my suggestion would be to lower the rating and simply post the 'R' chapters in the 'R' section. I know it sucks right. Ok, now on to the story…
"Owe!" Skye exclaimed, pulling the steaming bag of popcorn from the microwave and turning to run her hand under the faucet. "This is why mommy doesn't come in this room little one," she spoke to her belly with a sad laugh. "Nothing ever comes out right."
With an aggravated sigh, she pored the snack into a large glass bowl, growling at all the burnt pieces of popcorn. "Maybe if we're lucky aunt Courtney will have pity on mommy and make a new bag," Skye laughed, picking up the glass bowl and heading towards the living room at the sound of the front door closing shut.
"Well its about time," Skye called into the next room, pausing to switch off the kitchen light before entering the living room. "I could have got the firewood faster than that!" she teased looking up from her culinary debacle.
The glass bowl she held fell to the floor with a crash of shattering glass, spilling shards of the bowl and snack across the floor. A terrified gasp rushed from her lips as she clutched to the afghan draped around her shoulders.
"Courtney," she whimpered with wide eyes, fear for her friend swelling her chest.
"What? No 'hello'?" Carly asked wickedly. "And here I thought you had some manors. Tsk, tsk Skye," she taunted, waving the gun she held on Courtney as she shook her head in jesting discontent. "Courtney here had the same problem," Carly stated shoving the blonde to the ground roughly. "She tried to fight back!"
"Can you blame me you deranged bitc—
"Now, now Courtney," Carly growled with an unstable expression. "I thought you learned your lesson?" she asked, gesturing to the bleeding mark on Courtney's temple with the tip of Sonny's gun. "Guess I'll just have to incapacitate you," Carly stated with a grin as she reached into the pocket of her trousers. "Wouldn't want you pulling any of that kick boxing shit on me." Turning towards Skye she barked, "Front and center Skye!"
Dangling the pair of police handcuffs she had just retrieved from her pocket, she smiled. "Aren't these great," she stated playfully. "Found them going through Ric's things. Unfortunately for you Courtney, I didn't bring the key. Oops!" Tossing them to the cautiously approaching red head she continued, "Cuff her to the banister."
"Why are you doing this, Carly?" Skye questioned, catching the metal cuffs awkwardly, but managing to keep the afghan around her, hiding the evidence of her pregnancy.
"First things first Skye," Carly stated, waving her gun for emphasis. "Cuff – her – to – the – banister!"
Approaching Courtney Skye looked at her with a worried expression as she locked her friend's wrists around the stair banister. "Are you ok?" Skye whispered, looking at the blood trickling down Courtney's pale skin.
"Yea, I'm fine," she replied quietly, tugging her wrists against their binds. "She hit me with her gun as I was getting the firewood. Skye don't let her—
"Secrets, secrets are no fun," Carly voiced, cutting Courtney's statement off. "Stand over there Skye," she ordered gesturing to a space a good distance away from the stairs. "Can't have you to conspiring against me."
"What do you want Carly?" Skye asked.
"What I want is to ruin your life," she shouted, "But most importantly, Sonny's!"
"Why? You got what you wanted," Skye pleaded. "He's yours. I'm out of the picture."
"That's not what I wanted Skye," Carly expressed with annoyance. "That was just all part of my plan."
"Plan? Plan for what? Did you hurt Sonny?" she accused, panic thudding in her chest.
"Now you see Skye," Carly began. "That's where you come in." At Skye's fearful expression, Carly howled with deranged laughter. "I want to take from Sonny what was taken from me. I loved Ric. Sonny loves you—
"But Sonny can't even remember loving her!" Courtney interjected, scared for Skye's safety.
"That's what makes it so brilliant, don't you see?" Carly questioned with a gleam of mania. "He is going to remember, and with each memory that comes back to him Skye's death will hit him even harder! What more could I ask for? Sonny's pain will never end."
"You can't—
"But I can," Carly replied reaching into her coat pocket. "And I will. With this," she finished pulling Ric's knife into their view. "Remember this Skye? Remember what he did to you with this?" she asked slowly, dragging the blade down the valley of her breast.
"You're sick!" Courtney shouted as she looked on, struggling against the handcuffs.
"You do remember," Carly grinned, watching Skye pale and tremble as her widening eyes locked with the blade of the knife. "Open your shirt," she ordered taking a step closer. "I want to see the scars you hide on your filthy body."
"No," Skye moaned, clutching the afghan closer.
"Now!" Carly shouted, ending the distance between the Skye in three quick strides. Ripping the afghan from her arms, she threw it to the ground. "I said now! Or I'll fu…oh my g-d!" she grinned sadistically, looking down at Skye's visible belly. "He got you pregnant," she laughed.
"Stop," Skye whimpered protectively covering her stomach.
"And he doesn't even know," Carly laughed even harder. "Poor Sonny," she teased. "Another child lost. How ever will he get through this?"
"No!" Skye shouted, pushing Carly away. "You will not hurt my baby!"
Pushing the end of the gun into Skye's chin, Carly leaned in and growled to the shaking woman before her, "It would do you good to remember that I am the one with Sonny's gun pointed to your head…and Ric's knife inches away from your unborn baby."
Skye's gaze immediately fell lower, her tears falling with the sight of the knife so close to her stomach.
"How deep do you think I need to cut," Carly began as she inched the knife closer, tracing its tip in circles around Skye's bellybutton. "Before I get the little bastard?"
"Put the gun down Carly!" Jason's sudden voice boomed from behind them.
Without a seconds hesitation Carly quickly positioned herself behind Skye and her back to the kitchen. Ducking behind the red head, she moved the knife to Skye's throat and pointed the gun towards the two men standing in the front doorway.
"No Jason," she growled pressing the knife harder against Skye's throat, making a small cut, "You put your gun down. You two Sonny!" Her orders echoed out into the darkness behind them as she took a step away from the two, pulling Skye with her. "Kick them over here and shut the door!"
"Sonny…"
"Skye," he replied with a shaky breath. "It's going to be ok, I promise."
"Very touching Sonny, but unfortunately you have no say in the matter!" Carly bellowed, clutching Skye closer.
"Let her go Carly," Jason ordered firmly.
"What if I don't want to Jase? Are you going to beg?"
"It's me you want!" Sonny shouted, emotion flooding his gaze. "Leave her out of this!"
"No," she smiled calmly. "And don't you dare raise your voice at me again, or I'll take from you what you don't even realize you have."
"What?" Sonny voiced, becoming angrier as Carly began to laugh.
"Notice anything different about your lady love?" she asked as she trailed Ric's knife from Skye's neck to her belly, a small line of crimson following the blade. His eyes followed the moving blade lower and as Carly began to circle Skye's belly he understood what she had meant.
A shuddered breath passed his lips as a tear fell to his chest. "Skye?" he questioned looking into her tearful gaze.
"I'm so sorry," was all Skye could manage as she cried helplessly in Carly's arms.
"Hear that Sonny? She's sorry," Carly stated bringing the knife back to Skye's bleeding neck. "Under normal circumstances I know you could never forgive her for such deception, but in this case you should at least give her that," a pause. "Considering she won't be living much longer."
"No!" Sonny pleaded and took a step forward. "Please don't kill her. Don't take them from me."
"Its only fare Sonny," Carly growled. "You took everything from me!"
Courtney watched the scene feet away from her without taking a breath. Her mind raced with the outcomes that could and would possibly follow this disastrous exchange. Sharing a fearful look with her husband from her position next to the banister, she brought her gaze back to scene to her left just in time to see Max slowly sneak in from the kitchen.
All was silent and still, and time slowed as the fearless guard quickly latched onto Carly's arms, pushing them up and away from Skye. Falling to her knees with surprise and fear, Skye looked on with the others as Carly screamed and kicked at the struggling guard.
Watching Skye crawl a safe distance away from the two, Courtney let out her nervous breath, realizing it was almost over.
But Carly was fighting back.
Freeing the hand that grasped onto Ric's knife; Max was unable to stop her as she stabbed it into his chest. Stumbling back he lost his grip on the gun and watched her fire it once, the bullet's impact sending him crashing to the ground of shattered glass and blackened popcorn.
Twisting to face the others, Carly shot aimlessly as Jason quickly shoved her to the ground. Her head colliding with the ground, knocking her into unconsciousness.
With a disgusted expression he kicked the gun from her limp hand as he slowly rose.
"It's over," he started to say as he turned to face the others, but the words died in his chest as his eyes filled with confusion. Courtney was sobbing hysterically, rocking back and forth with her head bent. He looked to her with worry and thinking that she might be hurt, he raced forward.
As he rounded the large beige sofa, Jason found the cause of his wives hysteric cries.
Kneeled on the ground Sonny rocked, clutching Skye's limp form between his legs. Stepping closer, Jason lowered himself beside the two and uttered a silent cry at the sight of the two bullet wounds carved into his sister's back. Reaching forward he pressed his fingers to Skye's throat and exchanged a tearful look with his best friend when he was unable to find her pulse.
"No," Sonny whimpered, watching Jason begin to cry softly. "No, no, no, no. NO!" He shouted pulling Skye's blood stained and lifeless body into his lap. "She's not gone! She's not gone Jason!"
"Sonny…
"NO!" he pushed Jason away as he tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She's not gone!" he voiced through tears before lowering his gaze to Skye. "Skye," he whispered to her silent form, brushing her cheek with his hand. "Baby, show them you're not gone. Wake up for me. Wake up for me, Skye." Sonny begged as his tears began to litter her paled cheeks and closed lids.
Roughly brushing away his tears, Sonny pulled Skye closer and spoke more powerfully, "Skye. Open your eyes," he begged, listening as his sister's cries became louder. "Please Skye. Please don't leave me."
Sobbing now, he wrapped his shaking arms around Skye, moving so he cradled her back to his chest. Looking down at the blood staining his shirt and pants, Sonny moaned and trailed his hands over Skye's rounded belly. "Our baby," he whispered before turning his head and placing a soft kiss on her temple.
"I remember Skye," Sonny whispered next to her ear. "I remembered…and I never got the chance to tell you," he spoke, rocking her softly. "I didn't get to tell you how much I love you, Skye. Or how much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you," he paused to brush a strand of auburn from her cheek. "I don't want to do this without you. Please don't leave me."
Looking up towards the ceiling, Sonny's shouts echoed through the silent cabin, "Don't take them from me! Haven't you taken enough? Don't take them!"
A quiet sorrow fell over the small cabin as heartbroken and mournful tears continued to silently fall. The large mantle clock above the fireplace chimed twelve as the night ended and a new dawn was born.