Beyond Recollection A Sonny Skye FanFiction

Chapter Twenty The End of a Dream (Part II)

Six weeks later

"No visitors tonight Tony," Sonny spoke softly as he walked past the guard into his darkened penthouse.

"Yes sir," he replied, looking ruefully towards his boss before gently pulling the door shut, enveloping Sonny in complete darkness and isolation.

He stood silently for a moment he looked across the dark penthouse; the ache in his chest telling him what was missing. Who was missing. Then wordlessly he began his nightly ritual.

It never changed. He spent his days in the small cemetery behind his church standing beside two headstones. One belonging to the woman he never had the chance to marry, and the other belonging to the daughter he never got the chance to meet. Hours spent sometimes in silence, sometimes whispering to the snow covered ground, and sometimes he spent those hours crying softly.

Nights where spent alone in the silence of his lonely penthouse. The late hours spent sometimes in silence, others it violent rages, but most nights he continued where he left off and cried softly into the emptiness. However he spent these last hours, there was always a drink in his hand. Drinking had become Sonny's only companion since the night of the funerals.

It was the only thing that could never be taken from him.

He was drowning in this life.

If one could even call what he had left a life. No, it was now more of shadow. A shadow left to linger in darkness and the absence of his light. Of his love.

This night played forward in the same manor as the others had. Slowly moving away from his stance by the front door, Sonny approached his desk. Staring into the glass that hung behind it, he watched his own reflection as if the person he saw was a stranger.

He removed his scarf and coat, draping them aimlessly over the desk before brushing the few remaining snowflakes from his dark beard. Trailing his eyes from his own sullen gaze, he noticed the dark circles underneath his eyes. His face and body was much thinner due to his malnourishment, and his suit fell loosely from his shoulders.

Unbuttoning the top of his shirt, Sonny reached beneath the fabric and gently pulled out the chain he would never remove. Letting it fall to his chest he watched the cross and engagement ring settle against the dark fabric of his shirt.

A soft, sad smile lingered on his lips for just a second as he remembered her giving him the cross he watched in the reflection. As quickly as it came, the moment was over and Sonny quickly pulled himself away from the mirror and the lingering memory.

Standing in front of the bar now, he immediately pored until the dark liquid reached the rim of the glass and spilled over onto the marble surface. Unfazed by the mess Sonny pulled the glass to his lips and turned towards the leather sofa, desiring to black out before the hour was through. Before a step was taken though, he quickly turned back to the bar and took with him the large bottle he had poured his glass from.

Falling into the dark leather, Sonny immediately downed the contents of the glass in his left hand before refilling it with the bottle in his right. Letting his head crash against the back of the couch he sat and drank, until the blackness he has hoped for came and he passed out.

"Sonny?" Jason's voice pulled him from the darkness of his sleep.

"Jason," he grunted with hostility. "Just leave me alone." Squeezing his lids shut, he prayed to fall quickly back into the dream he had been having. It was of Skye and if he tried hard enough he wouldn't loose the images dancing across his mind.

"Sonny," Jason began. "You have to get up."

"Damn-it Jason!" Sonny yelled, flashing an angry gaze up towards his friend. Anger was quickly replaced with confusion as he took in Jason's formal appearance. "Why are you in a suit?" he questioned.

"Why aren't you?" Jason shot back, pulling Sonny to his feet. "We are already late, Sonny."

"Late?" Sonny stated looking towards Jason with even more confusion. "Late for what?"

"For Luke's opening," Jason replied.

"Opening of what?"

"His casino," Jason answered looking at Sonny with a confused expression of his own. "He's been telling us about it for weeks. Remember? The Haunted Star?"

"What?" Sonny questioned. "He opened that thing years ago, Jason."

"What are you talking about Sonny? The opening's tonight," he said.

"Jason, you know he opened that damn casino three years ago with Skye. Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what Sonny? I have no idea what you are talking about. Tonight is the opening of Luke and Skye's casino."

"Why are you doing this Jason?" Sonny asked as anger and grief overcame his emotions.

"What?"

"Skye's dead! You know this! And yet here you are playing like the last couple of years never even existed!" Sonny shouted angrily. "Was this Dr. Greene's idea? Did he think it would actually help?"

"Sonny!" Jason yelled back. "What the hell are you talking about? Who is Dr. Greene?"

"The therapists from the Hospital. The one I took Skye to."

"When did you take Skye to a therapist? What the hell is going on with you? Are you drunk? Did you hit your head?"

"I didn't hit my head. I just wish you would explain to me what is going on here and why you don't know what I'm talking about. Where's Courtney? She knows."

"I don't know where Courtney is Sonny. I don't keep tabs on her anymore, especially since the divorce was finalized."

"Divorce? When did you get divorced?" Sonny asked puzzled. "What the hell is going on?"

"I think I need to take you to General Hospital, Sonny."

"I don't need to go to the hospital!" Sonny replied angrily, pushing past Jason and walking towards the front door. "Tony," he called for the guard as he came to stand beside his desk.

"Boss?" Max questioned, opening the door and stepping inside.

"Max? W…what? How? You where…I saw it," Sonny rambled starring at his very much alive guard. "What the hell is going on," he thought out loud as he stumbled back into his desk, the motion sending a pile of papers to the ground.

"I'll get those boss," Max spoke before quickly bending down and cleaning up the mess. "Here sir, you might need this for tonight," he stated handing Sonny his invitation to the Haunted Star's opening. Starring down at it, Sonny read over the date that he had first attended the opening of the casino.

"A…and this is today's date?" he asked both men, pointing to the print on the invitation.

"Yea," Jason answered with a nod.

"And Carly never shot you?" he questioned Max.

"Uh, no."

"Then it was a dream?" Sonny asked himself. "It all was a dream."

"I guess," Jason answered before looking towards Max and exchanging looks of confusion.

"I guess it was a really vivid dream, sir," Max added.

"Then…it never…she's not dead! Skye's not dead?" he asked turning to Jason. "She's still alive?"

"Yes, and at the opening that we are extremely late for."

"Oh my g-d," Sonny exclaimed rushing through the door, a smile plastered to his lips.

"Luke!" Sonny shouted, pushing through a chatting couple and making his way across the crowded casino.

"Hey, there Corinthos! You came! Nice digs I got for myself, huh?" Luke laughed, pouring a drink and grinning widely. "Blaze sure knows how to throw a party, huh?"

"Is she here now? Have you seen her? Is she with someone? Where is she?" Sonny rushed out in one breath as Jason rushed through the crowd, catching up to him.

"Wow there partner! Who are you looking for?" he asked laughing at his friend's desperation. "Which lady has gotten you this worked up? Certainly this can't be over my spawn of a niece? I thought you two where on your way to divorce land…again."

"Skye! Where is she? I need to find her," he asked while his eyes continued to scan over the groups of people.

"Skye?" Luke questioned before his defense for the red head turned on. "Now wait a second, what do you want with Skye? And I've got to be honest Sonny, I know you two have your differences but I consider her a good friend now. I can't let you start fighting with her and ruining her big night. So, whatever you have to say to red, you'll have to say to me first."

"I'm not going to fight with her Luke! I love her!" Sonny declared.

"Well in that case," he through back his shot and grinned, pointing to the doors beside the bar. "She's out on the deck taking a breather."

Sonny ran pass him and before Luke turned to follow he spoke quickly to Jason, "Am I drunk or did he just say he loved Skye?"

"He did say it, but I think you are drunk Luke," Jason answered honestly.

"Well alright! Just so long as I'm clear on things."

Skye leaned against the cool railing, letting the final glow of the setting sun warm her bare arms and neck. The dark waters bouncing against the large ship soothed away the tension that had been crippling her the past weeks. She smiled at the success of the Haunted Stars' opening. Not even nightfall and the ship was already packed with eager gamblers and socialites.

"Skye!" Sonny's voiced echoed across the small deck as he stepped out of the casino.

"I knew this moment wouldn't last," she mumbled to herself, building the strength to face the mob boss. "What do you want, Sonny?" she asked with a hint of hostility in her voice as she finally turned to face him, the black dress she wore brushing his shoes as he appeared suddenly only inches away from her face.

"Are you insane?" she accused as one of his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her body against his own.

"I'm not insane Skye," Sonny spoke gently, his free hand brushing the strands of loose hair from her face. "I'm in love." His lips descended on her own before she was able to register what he had said. Her hands frantically pushed at his chest and shoulders, but Sonny's hold did not falter.

Against her own will, her protest began to subside as the effects of his kiss wrapped her in a daze. With what little protest she had left, she forced her lungs to try and voice her objection, but as she opened her mouth to scream and shout, Skye nearly fainted when his tongue moved against her own.

"So you're saying he just woke up all crazy and suddenly, POOF! I'm in love with Skye," Luke questioned Jason as they approached the deck.

"Strange, right?"

"I'll say," Luke spoke before both men froze, mouths gapping at the pair before them. "Well I'll be damned, looks like he got through to her."

"Apparently not," Jason stated after Skye's knee abruptly collided between Sonny's legs.

"You pig!" She yelled. Sonny grunted and fell against the rail of the deck, his head slumping forward onto Skye's shoulder.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because you attacked me!" She squealed pushing his head off her shoulder while prying his arm from her waist. "Will you get off me?" she fully shouted before she broke free. Though before she could get far, Sonny quickly recovered and caught her hand in his own.

"Don't leave, Skye," he spoke to the memories from his dream.

"What is wrong with you? What game are you playing?" she accused as he moved towards her, not letting go of the hand he held in his own.

"I'm not playing any games Skye," he stated looking her in the eyes, trying to will her to believe him.

"You've always hated me and…and now…now you're kissing me!" Skye shouted with confusion. "Are you drunk? Have you been hit over the head?…Repeatedly?" With Luke's sudden outburst of laughter she turned to the two standing in the doorframe. "This isn't funny, Luke! Get this criminal off of me!"

"Darling, I'd loved to help you out, but I haven't laughed this hard since Natasha was caught cross dressing," he spoke wiping tears away from his eyes.

"Well, I'm glad this is so amusing to you Luke! And you!" she shouted towards Jason. "You're supposed to hate me just as much as Sonny does! Why are you letting him act like this?"

"Sonny, what are you doing?" Jason asked stepping forward. "You can't just suddenly be in love with Skye?"

"Jason, you can't understand this. Just let me talk with her," he pleaded to his friend.

"No! Don't you leave me!

"Jason, please."

"Hey!" she called to his retreating back after Jason nodded an agonizing but loyal 'yes' to Sonny and backed into the casino, unable to understand his friends sudden emotions.

"You two play nice," Luke teased as he quickly closed the door once he entered the ship, swaying more than the boat itself.

"Luke!" Skye called after him. "I can't believe they left me here with you!" she shouted, once again trying to pull her hand free.

"Please just listen to me, Skye," Sonny pleaded pulling both of her hands to his chest. "I can't loose you again."

"You never had me to loose, Sonny Corinthos," she spoke firmly, trying to force some sense into him.

"But I did, Skye," he spoke as his head fell with the weight of the sudden visions of her lifeless and pregnant body.

"What is going on, Sonny?" she whispered when a tear fell to her chest as he pulled her close and lowered his forehead to her shoulder. Overcome with the image of her dead in his arms, he painfully grasped to the woman in his arms.

"I can't explain it or even why I dreamed it," he began as he ran his hands down her bare arms, against her cheeks, anywhere he could touch her amiably. "But you were mine, you might not remember it, it might not have been real, but it felt real for me…It still does. I fell in love with you in a dream," he paused, framing her face in his palms. "And I lost you in that same dream. I don't want to feel that emptiness in my chest, Skye. I want you to love me, I want the love I dreamed to be real as we this is right now."

"Sonny," Skye began, not sure of how to continue. "It wasn't real. It was a dream. You that yourself. You don't love me, not the real me."

"Skye," he begged. "Please give me a chance."

"Sonny –

"Just give me a chance, please."

"I can't."

"Why? Why can't you try?" Sonny asked nuzzling his face to her neck. "Please try," he whispered kissing a trail of warmth from her neck to her shoulder. With no protest to his sudden invasion of her personal space, he boldly moved his fingers along the curves of her waist and side. His fingertips brushed softly, almost unnoticeable, against her breast in their journey to her bare back. As his fingers roamed the soft skin there, his lips made their way to her mouth, where he quickly consumed her.

Voices suddenly echoed from the deck above them, ending her sudden lapse in judgement.

"No, no, no," Skye pushed away from him. "I can't Sonny."

"Why, Skye? Why won't you even give this a chance?"

"Because I only know how to hate you," she voiced sternly, momentarily feeling a pang of guilt at his hurt expression. "I don't understand what you're feeling, and I can't try to. I'm sorry," she spoke before backing away from him. "Please don't follow me," she raised her hand with his step towards her. "I'm sorry, Sonny. I just can't."

TBC