Journeylove- Thanks for the praise, it always makes me feel better. I just wish that more people reviewed… Shadows had so many more reviews, even part two, which has less than half the chapters of this story, had more. I miss excess amounts of reviews, it makes me feel special. Anyway, onto your questions… at this point in time I have no plans to let Sonny know about Kristina, he just found out he has an adult son, well, it's still fresh in his mind, so yeah. He might, and I stress might, find out what Carly did, but it certainly won't happen within Woe, it'll be during some other part, assuming I do more than three. The next story will, I hope, be faster paced than this one and more multi-dimensional instead of just focusing on Damian near-completely. Brook is up to her regular shenanigans, you'll see.

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Dillon didn't really want to go back to the penthouse, and, as much as he loved Georgie he was almost certain that she wanted a break just to sleep without having to worry about his mother pouncing on her from above and trying to suck out her blood. Tracy wasn't a vampire, of course, but she had more than a few habits that would make her out to be something of a bloodsucker. She certainly sucked most of the life from Dillon over the past few years. He wouldn't lie, he loved his mother. She was his mom, he wouldn't be able to turn his back on her completely, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that he could just walk away.

It was odd being away from her at first, but it was freeing now. Dillon still couldn't get rid of the feeling that maybe, just maybe, Tracy was following him. She could be just behind his shoulder in the bushes. Well, not in the bushes, Tracy would never allow herself to get dirty, she was too proud for that.

Dillon heard footsteps through the bushes at that moment. It was oddly timed. He felt the hair on his arms start to stand up as he thought about who it could be. Curious, as most teenage boys were, Dillon knew that he needed to find out who was making the sound and if it was her he would tell her to leave him alone.

Dillon walked around the corner and saw a sight that he never thought he would see. Someone was in the bushes, but it wasn't Tracy Quartermaine, it was Sonny Corinthos. Dillon stood there, stunned at the fact that the high and mighty crime lord was doing something so… normal… as looking through the bushes.

"Damned ball…"

"Sonny?"

Sonny stopped looking through the bushes to look up and see who was talking to him. "Dillon, what are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to take a walk… clear my head."

Sonny looked at Dillon, as if he was examining the boy. Dillon was his son's best friend, and Sonny had seen just how close they were. They would lean on each other in ways that Damian would never lean on him. Sonny respected that. It was good that he had a friend, and it was good that he had a friend that was as good a friend as Dillon. Normally Sonny wouldn't have been very welcome of a relationship being established with a Quartermaine, but Dillon was a lot like Jason, and Sonny couldn't find anything wrong with Jason. But there was one thing that always bugged Sonny about Dillon: the fact that he didn't know much about him. The boy seemed to avoid spending much time with Damian unless they were away from the penthouse. "Anything I can help with?"

Dillon didn't know how Sonny could help him with his problems. Actually, Dillon did know how Sonny could help him with his problems, but as big a problem as Tracy was in his life Dillon didn't want her dead. "No… but, is there a reason why you're looking through the bushes?" He silently added 'and can you tell me that reason?' Sonny was just like Jason, and Jason would always say that there were things that Dillon just didn't need to know.

"Michael lost his ball in the bushes. Or, rather, I didn't catch the ball when it came to me…"

"You were playing catch with Michael?"

"Is that odd?"

Dillon couldn't give Sonny the straight answer that was in his head. Yes, it was very odd that the man was playing catch with his child. It was odd that Sonny did anything that was so banal. "No… dad's play catch with their sons all the time… I think."

"I can't do it as often as I would like," Sonny's job didn't give him all the time in the world for his children. He would always make time for them, but he was never sure if it was enough. That was one of the only things that Sonny didn't like about his job, the sacrifices that he had to make when it came to spending time with his sons. "But whenever we get the chance…"

"You need some help?"

Sonny smiled, "Sure, another pair of eyes couldn't hurt."

Dillon realized that he was seeing a part of Sonny that he didn't even know existed. The part that made him a lot less frightening. Dillon questioned the safety of playing catch in the snow, with the ice making slipping quite probable, but Sonny would never put any of his children in danger, Dillon knew that. He pushed through the bushes to help Sonny just as he offered.

"Found it…"

"I guess you didn't need me then, did you?"

Sonny wiped the ball clean of the snow that had been stuck on it, as well as the leaves and branches. "It was nice of you to offer, Dillon. That's all we can ever ask of people. As long as they try and help that shows what type of person they are."

"I guess…"

"Daddy!" Michael came running up, "Did you find the ball?"

Sonny gave the ball a gentle toss, which Michael caught in his glove. "That answer your question, buddy?"

"I knew you could find it!"

"Don't throw it so hard next time," Sonny replied. "I'm not all that young anymore, I can't move like I could when I was your brother's age."

"Dillon?" Michael realized that the boy was there. "Why are you here?"

"Just passing through." Although they were cousins by blood, Dillon knew that Michael would be little more than a distant acquaintance to him. He didn't mind. Michael was in his own little world, just like most children his age.

"You know what, buddy… I think you should get back to the house. Your mom didn't want you outside that long… you're going back to school soon and we would hate for you to get sick." Carly had become someone who was very germophobic since Morgan's sickness, and Sonny couldn't blame her. "Have Max walk you home, okay?"

"But I want to play outside some more!"

"Michael…"

Michael lowered his head, saddened by the fact that his fun was going to end so soon. "Oh, all right."

Dillon watched Michael walk away. "I don't think he realizes that it hurts you probably more than it hurts him…"

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't want to stop doing this, Sonny. No kid does. No kid wants to stop spending time with their father, but it happens. I think you realize it better than Michael does, though… realize that every time you send him back is a time that you'll never get back to yourself."

"I do realize that."

"See? He won't ever know how much it hurts you deep down."

"As much as I want to see him grow up into a strong and confident man I really just want him to stay a little boy… he's so innocent, so needy. Eventually he'll find out that there are things that he needs to solve on his own, but I'm afraid that he won't know how to handle it."

"You'll still be there for him…"

Sonny shook his head, "I can never be too sure of that. I mean, nobody knows for certain if they're going to be there in the morning, but me…"

"Even if you're gone, Sonny, you'll still be a part of his life. At least he knows that you love him." Dillon wasn't sure if Paul loved him. The man had made no efforts to do anything related to even contacting him. A part of Dillon hated his father, the same part of Dillon that could never hate his mother. At least she was there… sometimes.

"It hurts when I do these things with Michael, and when I'll do them with Morgan, because I know that I should have done them before…"

"With Damian?"

"Yeah."

"He wouldn't play catch anyway," Dillon said, trying to make Sonny feel better. "He hates sports."

"I got that."

"It's different with you and Damian, though, Sonny, believe me. He knows that you didn't know about him. He doesn't hold it against you."

"He's told me that, but it doesn't mean that I don't hold it against myself. I didn't see my son for the first twenty-one years of his life, Dillon. I didn't have a moment with him, ever."

"You're making up for it."

"Am I? Or am I just trying to make it seem like I am?"

"He cares about you."

"He cares about a lot of people, like you and Bobbie."

"What I mean is that he'll never think about what you didn't do, what you couldn't control. He's not the kind of person who will come up to you one day and start yelling about how you failed him when he was growing up. He's not like me…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that…" Dillon shook his head. "You know, when I think about what I want to do when I meet my father most of the time I think about just hugging him and trying to get a good relationship going with him, much like you did with Damian, but there are other times when I see myself screaming at him and trying to make him feel incredibly guilty for what happened, for leaving me with my mother, for never being there for me when I really needed him. I don't want to be that kind of person, but I really can't help it. I have so much rage built up inside of me…"

"You have a right to be angry."

"I know I do."

"But that doesn't mean that you should let it consume you. Trust me, I know what could happen. My father and I won't ever have a good relationship because of what I thought about him. There's nothing that I can do to fix that, and I really don't want to because deep down I know that it would just be a lie. Your father… I don't know what kind of person he is, but I'm sure that he would be honored to be your father."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because he can see just how strong and independent you are. He spent enough time with Tracy to conceive you, Dillon. That alone has to be enough time to realize just how much of a witch she is… no offense."

"You didn't use more colorful language, you're showing restraint, I like that."

"So, if your father ever does meet you, and I'm almost positive that there will be a time when it does happen because no man can actually think about having a child and never once wanting to see them, even if the child doesn't know, I'm sure that he'll look at you, see how good of a kid you are, and he'll be proud."

"You really think so, you're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"Damian thinks that you're one of the best people that he's ever met, he's told me so. I trust my son's judgment, he's a good judge of people."

"Yeah… he is…"

"I should get back to the house myself. Carly doesn't want me getting sick either." Sonny started to walk away, but stopped and turned around, "So tell me, am I less scary now?"

Dillon's eyes went wide… "Sonny…"

"Don't worry, I don't hold it against you for thinking that of me. Everyone has their opinions."

Dillon knew that those opinions were wrong. Sonny was a good man. He had just seen it with his own two eyes, he knew now that it was a fact.