Beyond Recollection: A Sonny & Skye FanFiction

Chapter Twenty-two: Waking to Reality Part II

Sore was no where close to what Sonny was feeling. His head and neck throbbed painfully, the slightest movement causing him to wince. The only safe movement seemed to be blinking but even this action sent a sharp jolt to the pounding in his head.

"What happened to me?" he thought out loud.

"You were unconscious Sonny," Skye's soft voice answered. Snapping his eyes opened, Sonny sat up with a start, wincing at the pain it caused his neck.

"Take it easy," she coaxed, gently pushing him back against something soft.

"Where am I?" he asked not daring to open his eyes just yet.

"You're on my couch," Skye replied pressing something cold against his head. "Don't worry, your body guards here refused to leave your side."

"Sonny?" Jason's voice sounded beside him. "You ok?"

"Jason?" Sonny opened his eyes at the sound of his friend's voice. Looking around the unfamiliar room of Skye's lake house, Sonny was greeted with the familiar faces of his best friends.

"Sir, do you need a doctor?" Max asked, standing beside Jason, a worried expression on his face.

"No…no I'm ok," he replied looking up from where he sat between Skye and Jason. "My head and neck are just killing me." Sitting up slowly, he pulled the icepack Skye held from his head, expressing without words that he didn't need it.

Understanding, she wordlessly placed the melting pack on the coffee table in front of them. Watching her hand move to her own lap, Sonny pulled it back to his, lacing her fingers with his own. When she did not pull it away, Sonny couldn't help the small flash of dimples he showed her before turning to the two men at his left.

"How long have I been out?"

"About an hour and a half," Jason answered.

"Please tell me candy boy isn't that strong," he joked using his free hand to rub his aching neck.

"No," Jason replied with a short laugh. "You fell back against the blackjack table."

"Don't worry," Max smiled. "Candy boy has a bruise of his own." Slightly confused, Sonny watched Max gesture to the person to his right, Skye. "That's one hell of a right hook she's got."

"What?" Sonny asked with a grin as he turned back towards Skye. "You socked candy boy?"

"I merely expressed my anger and outrage towards his constant need to protect and defend me, when I am perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"You socked candy boy," he laughed.

"You're enjoying this too much," Skye grinned.

"And then you brought me here?" he questioned softly. "To your house."

"Well, considering it was my ex who attacked you, and that the Haunted Star had currently been sailing not to far from here…I thought this was…convenient," she finished awkwardly and with a slight blush.

Sonny smiled at her sudden shyness, and watched as she rose quickly. "I'm just going to put this in the kitchen…so it doesn't leak," Skye spoke quickly, reaching for the drooping icepack, before heading through the door Sonny now knew as her kitchen.

"You sure you're ok Sonny?" Jason asked.

"Yea, I'm fine," he reassured. "Just a little bump on the head." With another glance towards the direction Skye had left, Sonny turned back to the two men and continued, "You guys can head out. I'm fine, I swear," he assured quickly. "I'm going to stick around for a bit."

Emerging from the kitchen Skye was surprised to see her living room empty. At first she thought that her guest had left, but as she stepped fully into the room she spotted Sonny examining the photos on her mantle. Taking a deep breath Skye moved slowly towards Sonny, wondering if maybe she was the one who had suddenly gone crazy.

Jax and her family surly thought she was and had protested strongly against anything to do with Sonny as she had followed Jason and Max off the ship. Though Skye truly appreciated Jax as a friend, she hated her ex-husband's protectiveness and his "all knowing" attitude at times. Finally in control her herself and her drinking, Skye was not about to let anyone else control her life but herself.

When Jax had abruptly pulled Sonny from their kiss, Skye had been flooded with anger. Surprisingly to her, Sonny's kiss caused a deep flutter in her stomach and each kiss managed to leave her breathless. No one had ever chased after her like this, especially someone she had been on less than amiable terms with for the last four years. Walking closer to him, a chill brushed across her arms as she remembered his lips on her skin and she suddenly thought that maybe she wouldn't be that crazy if she didn't ask him to leave.

"I like this one," he spoke softly, once mindful of her body next to his. Her eyes followed his hand as it came to rest on the photograph of her and Emily smiling and laughing at each other in Lila's rose garden.

"That one is my favorite," Skye replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry that you had to leave your opening," he admitted turning to her. "But I'm glad you left." He ended with a smile and taking a step closer.

"It's not your fault Sonny," Skye said before awkwardly stepping away from his close proximity. "We need to really talk about 'this' anyway," she added, motioning to the two of them.

"This meaning us?" he smiled, taking another step closer.

"Yes…wait, no. There is no us, that's what need to talk about," she spoke nervously, her earlier hesitations overwhelming her again.

"What are you scared of?" he asked. "I promise you that I'm not trying to trick or hurt you. And I promise I'm telling you the truth when I say that I love you."

"That's what's scaring me Sonny," she admitted. "Yesterday we weren't even friends, but today you wake from a dream and you love me?"

"It was a very long dream if that helps," he added playfully. "And very realistic," he added with a glance of her body hugged tightly in her dress. He smiled as a blush crept across her cheeks and her eyes went wide.

"We…we had…in your dream we…"

"Had sex?" he smiled at her nervous attempt to say the words. "Yes, we had sex."

"Oh my," Skye exclaimed crossing her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling shy, before taking a shaky seat on the end of the couch.

"Don't worry," he assured. "We where living together."

"Living together?" She exclaimed with shock.

"I don't want to scare you away Skye," Sonny stated honestly as he sat down beside her, leaving a comfortable space between them, only for her sake. "We don't have to talk about the dream anymore. It doesn't even matter now, because you're really here and this is all real."

"But it does matter," she admitted, looking at him. "It was that dream caused you're feelings for me. Now you're here feeling all those same feelings, feelings that I know nothing about, and I feel…I feel pressured."

"I don't want you to feel pressured Skye," Sonny spoke softly. "And I'm sorry that I've been coming on so strong. I should have never even kissed you until you were comfortable. I'm sorry if I've scared you."

"What's scaring me now…is that I am comfortable with you Sonny." Looking down, unable to look at him, she chose to keep her eyes shut as she continued. "I can't deny that I never felt anything when you kissed me tonight, because I did. It just scares me how quickly I am getting comfortable with you. Everything is moving so fast, and I feel like I am the one who is dreaming."

"You're not dreaming, Skye," he said slowing moving his hand to hers, causing her eyes to drift to his gaze. "And I never wanted to rush you in anyway. I won't move this any further until you say you're ready." Releasing her hand from his own, he ending all physical contact. "And if you're never ready I'll understand and I will leave you alone."

A soft silence entered the room and Sonny found himself holding his breath as he waiting for her reply. Hoping that she would give him a chance, he lowered his gaze with worry of rejection. When her lips made sudden contact with his own, Sonny could not help it when his eyes widened with shock and relief.

Sonny let her control the pace, simply enjoying the way her lips felt against his own, warm…soft…exquisite. As the kiss progressed Sonny realized Skye had leaned in closer to him and that her palm was resting against his chest for support. Letting his own hands move from their anchored place at his side, he rested one on the hand at his chest and the other to tangle through her hair. Inwardlycelebrating, Sonny finally broke the kiss with a large smile.

Brushing his hand through her hair before resting it against her cheek, the smile he gave her expressed every feeling he had tried to convey with words that night. When she smiled back at him, cheeks warm and blushed, Sonny knew his dreams had finally come true.

As the night grew late Sonny and Skye grew closer. Not leaving the couch once, they talked for hours straight. Learning each others life, fears, experiences, and thoughts as if they were their own. Throughout the conversations they stay huddled together on that couch, fingers laced and resting in their laps.

When a soft yawn whispered past Skye's lips, Sonny turned to the windows and discovered the night had quickly faded to morning. The sun was rising and it was a new day.

"I can't believe its morning?" Skye spoke with awe as Sonny turned his gaze from the painted sky, smiling towards her. "I liked this," she admitted softly. "I liked this a lot."

"Me too," Sonny replied, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss to her lips. "Especially kissing you. Much tastier than the dream you," he grinned at her laughter and kissed her again.

"What was your favorite part of it?" Skye asked, ducking under his arm and settling against his chest. "Your favorite memory I guess?"

"Aside from kissing you?" he grinned.

"Yes," she laughed. "Aside from kissing me."

"Then," he paused, looking down as the memory resurfaced. "Then, it was when you gave me my mother's cross." He looked at her with a warm expression and she was surprised as a sole tear fell against his cheek. Looking down at his bare chest, a sad smile decorated his features. "I didn't even think about that memory as just being part of a dream till right now. I'm still expecting it to be right here," he stated somberly, patting his chest. "My mother's cross was lost a long time ago, a was still a child, and in all my happiest memories of her I can see her wearing that cross. I guess it symbolized the better days, before my stepfather came into the picture...before my father left us."

"I wish I could make that real for you Sonny," Skye spoke gently, giving a comforting squeeze to their interlocked hand.

"All that matters to me now is that right now is real…that your real and I am not still dreaming."

"You're not dreaming," Skye smiled as she raised her head, pressing a kiss against his throat. "I don't think you'd let Jax get the better of you in your own dream," she teased, causing him to laugh deeply.

"Hey," Sonny exclaimed in defense. "I hit my head!"

"You're just upset because you didn't get to see my sock it to him," she laughed.

"Yeah, well from now on I'll make sure Max has a camera on him at all times, and you just sock him when ever you feel the need to."

"You'd like that wouldn't you," Skye stated, laughing at his wide grin.

"Definitely."

"What am I going to do with you?" She teased sitting up a bit, stretching out her back, which was sore now from being in one position for so long. "Oh my g-d!"

"What?" Sonny sat up, worried about her sudden outburst.

"Wait here!" Skye ordered, scampering from the couch, running towards her bedroom.

"Skye?" he called after her. "What is it?"

"Stay in there!" her voice echoed into the living room.

"What are you up to?" he questioned as she emerged holding a small jewelry box in front of her. She sat beside him and placed the box on the table, rapidly searching through its contents.

"I can't give you your mothers cross, but I want you to have one that was always special to me," she answered warmly.

"Skye," he began, awed by her tenderness. "You don't have to give me your cross."

"No!" she exclaimed, pausing her search to turn towards him. "I want you to have it."

"You said it was special to you. I don't want to take that from you."

"But it will be even more special if I can give it to you," she smiled, brushing his cheek before turning to continue her hunt. "Besides, I haven't worn it in years. My Uncle Stewart bought it from an antique shop because my initials where engraved on the back."

"S.C.," Sonny stated, finding it funny that she once shared his initials.

"Actually, no," she began. "It's tangled, hold on just a second," she mumbled.

"What do you mean though?" Sonny asked confused by her statement.

"Skye is actually my middle name. I took it after I left Pine Valley. I was starting over, new town, new job, new everything, so I guess a new name was fitting. My real name is Antoinette."

"Antoinette huh?" Sonny grinned. "I like it."

"Well don't you start calling me that," she demanded playfully. "I hated it. Oh! Got it!" Turning towards Sonny, she clasped the cross and chain against her chest. "Now stick out your hand and close your eyes," she commanded with a glow in her eyes.

"But I already know what it is," Sonny grinned, but complied as she raised an eyebrow. Sticking out his left hand, warm tingles passed through his arm as Skye pressed the cool chain and cross into his hand and closed his fingers around it.

Something was familiar—very familiar about what he suddenly held.

"Ok, open your eyes, Sonny."

A choked sob filled his throat as Sonny looked down at the object he held. Skye watched as Sonny stared motionless at the cross, feeling content as she watched the sudden play of emotions across his features. As tears began to form and cascade down his face, Skye began to worry that she had made a mistake.

"I'm sorry Sonny," she whispered, upset with herself for not being more compassionate to the situation. "I just wanted to make your memory real. I'm sorry. I know it's not your mothers but—."

"Skye," he cut her off, slowly raising his tearful eyes to look into her sadden ones. "It is."

"What?" she questioned with amazement.

"This is my mother's cross," he spoke with a dream like tone. "It's hers."

"But…but…oh my g-d," she paused unable to find the words. "Are you sure?"

"A.C. is engraved on the back. My mother's name was Adella Corinthos…AC," he smiled with wonder. "My stepfather sold it years ago…"

"And my uncle…"

"And your uncle bought it." Sonny shook his head with astonishment, unable believe what had happened. "I can't believe this," he exclaimed before pulling Skye into a tight embrace. "You're amazing." As his tears streamed into her hair, he became aware of her own against his shoulder. "You're amazing and I love you. You may not feel that yet, but I am driven to spend the rest of our lives convincing you. You literally made my dream come true Skye, and I love you so much."

As Skye slowly lifted her head from his shoulder, Sonny saw in her eyes exactly what he hoped to see…acceptance.

She belonged with him.

Whether it was in their dreams or present life, they were meant to be together.

Together, always and forever.

The End