Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' II: Chapter 12
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I apologise for the delay… was busy with school. I must admit, I've been finding it kind of
hard to write this fic, for two reasons: 1.) The show is not exactly helpful in the Liason or Sexis
department…AT ALL and 2.) I miss the crazy reviews. So please do me a favour and drop me a
line, even if it's just to let me know you're still awake. Gracias! Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
New York City (2 days before the Gallery opening)
**Where the hell are those tickets?**
Elizabeth exhaled with a huff and backed out from under the dusty floor beneath her bed. She
was on a quest to find the envelope of tickets that Daniel had delivered to her four days ago. She
had waited until the absolute last minute to send the invitations, with the hope that they would not
reach Port Charles on time, although she knew that not even a stampede of bison, a category 5
hurricane and the world's biggest tornado would stop Alexis Davis from showing up at her
daughter's first gallery showing. But at least without the invites, she wouldn't drag the whole
gang, right?
She sure as hell hoped so.
But she also sure as hell knew that her mother would be very annoyed if she didn't at least try to
send off the invites. And nothing was more frustrating than an annoyed litigator with a supreme
grip of vocabulary. So, if she just found the frigging tickets and mailed them, Alexis could not
ream her out… much.
But there in lay the problem. She couldn't find the frigging tickets!
She had turned the apartment upside down – looked under the cushions, in the cupboards, even
in the freezer, which had been the last unexpected storage unit for her hair dryer. But to no avail.
She was convinced … the tickets were hiding from her!
"Get a grip, Corinthos!" she muttered out loud. "I had the tickets last Saturday. They couldn't have
just sprouted wings and flown away! Think! Think! If I were a ticket, where would I hide? Jesus! If
I was a ticket I wouldn't be hiding from anyone!"
She stalked from the bedroom into the open-plan living/dining-room cum studio and surveyed her
surroundings, her mind traveling back to the events of last Saturday when Daniel had shown up
at her door. After she had allowed him to come in, she had padded over to her canvases… Daniel
had come up behind her, they kissed and… Liz blushed. How pathetic was she that she blushed
at the thought of herself having sex with Daniel… actually in the very spot she was standing on.
"God!" she exclaimed. "Think tickets, Corinthos! Tickets!" It was very hard to think of paper-thin
pieces of cardboard, when olive skin and washboard abs were so much more fun.
After, Daniel had scooped her into his arms and carried her into her 'bedroom', where he'd gently
laid her on the bed and provided her with a repeat performance. Liz's brow furrowed… she'd
been so drowsy and lethargic, she couldn't remember much… only a soft fleeting kiss on her
forehead and Daniel… tucking something back into his coat pocket….
Liz's eyes widened. **That dirty little bastard!**
*~*~*~*~*~*
Port Charles (Davis and Lansing, Attorney's-at-Law)
"Did you check your mail?" Alexis asked, handing her partner a cup of coffee. "Your invitation to
the opening should have gotten here by now."
"I got it… very nice printing. I'm impressed."
"Only the best for the Cassidine princess."
Ric smirked. "I'm sure."
"So," drawled Alexis, perching at the edge of the desk.
Ric viewed her suspiciously.
"The invitation says Ricardo Lansing and *guest*…. Anyone in mind?" she asked pointedly.
"'Cause you know – "
"Nope! Stop right there! Don't even think about trying to set me up on a date!"
"But –"
Ric cut her off again. "No buts… unless you want to *butt* out of my love life."
Alexis frowned. "Ha, ha, Lansing," she replied sarcastically. "Very funny."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The Loft
The invitation arrived in the mail this morning. And for the twenty minutes after she had
discovered it amongst the usual drabble of bills and junk mail, she had stared at it as though it
was sure to carry the plague. She knew what it was the moment her eyes fell on it. Crisp
handmade paper, dark blue and turquoise piping… it was the invitation for Elizabeth's gallery
showing.
She hadn't even wanted to read it, but she had… maybe it was because of that 'secret'
masochistic side of her psyche… the one that seemed to crave pain. The words were cordial and
direct:
Elizabeth Corinthos, respectfully requests the presence of Ms. Courtney Matthews and Mr. Jason
Morgan at the first unveiling of her creative talents in the Schmidt Gallery, New York City on
Friday evening of the 14th of June, 2005 at 6:00 p.m.
Courtney couldn't help but smirk sarcastically at the word 'respectfully' glaring back at her in navy
blue calligraphy. **Yeah right!**
But Courtney was torn. Although they had not been on the best of terms for a while, Elizabeth
was still her niece, and although she wanted to strangle her more times than not, she loved her,
and was proud of her. Not like she would ever tell the spiteful bitch to her face! She wanted to
go… yet she didn't. But she was not thinking along the lines of how Liz probably didn't really want
her there, but more along the lines of the fact that the invitation had also named Jason…
meaning, Liz wanted to see Jason.
**Of course she wants to see him! She always wants to see him.**
More importantly, her mind pointed out while she tried to swallow the huge lump of emotion that
had suddenly become stuck in her throat, he still wanted to see her.
Just then, she could hear the jungle of keys in the locks. **Jason! Shit!** she tried stuffing the
invitation back into the envelope before he could see it, but just as she had succeeded in stuffing
it in, the door swung open and Jason trudged in.
Courtney smiled at him, hoping to God she didn't look guilty.
Jason's brow furrowed. "What d'you got there?" he asked, pointing out the envelope balled in her
hand as he hung his jacket up.
She was tempted to say "Bill," the statement guaranteed to make him leave the subject alone, but
she had a feeling he already knew what it was.
"It's the invitation to Elizabeth's gallery opening," she replied, holding it out to him.
He took it from her, his eyes widening as he read the words. Obviously he hadn't been expecting
Liz to invite both him and Courtney. Jason looked up to find her watching him intently. "Are you
gonna go?"
"Yes." **Shit!** Courtney could kick herself. The answer was automatic. "Are you?" **Double
shit!**
Jason looked away, his countenance thoughtful. He seemed to be weighing his answer… testing
his response in his head. He looked up. "Yeah."
**Ouch!** Courtney nodded even as she turned away from him.
Yup, she was such a masochist.
*~*~*~*~*~*
New York City
"Toreno."
"You little bastard!"
"Excuse me?"
Elizabeth let loose with a string of Spanish curse words, so loud and caustic that Daniel had to
hold the receiver away from his ear.
"Are you done yet?" he asked mildly, when Elizabeth had paused to breathe.
"Don't get cocky with me! What the hell did you do?"
"Elizabeth, calm down. What in God's name are you talking about?"
"Don't patronize me, bato! What the hell did you do with my tickets?"
"I mailed them."
"You what?!"
"I mailed them," he repeated.
"Why the hell would you do that for?"
"Why does it matter? I sent the invitations out so that they would get to Port Charles on time.
Obviously they weren't that important to you since you only realized they were missing today,
*two* days before the opening."
Liz's mouth clicked audibly shut.
"By the way… what is up with that? I was expecting this tirade at least two days ago…."
"Nothing is up with that –"
"Don't gimme that bull, Liz. We both know perfectly well you weren't gonna send them early
because you were hoping that they would get there too late for anyone to make it into the city."
Liz's silence provided him with his answer.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. That most certainly won't be the case. Cause guess what?"
"What?" she asked hesitantly.
"I sent extras." Daniel set the receiver on the cradle before Liz could unleash her temper anew.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Liz chanted. **I'm gonna kill that little prick!**
**No, you're not** the other half of her conscience shot back.
Inwardly, she smiled. Her family was gonna be coming to New York. Nikolas and Emily, Stefan,
Ric, Kristina, Alexis… **Shit!** Sonny, Courtney **Fucking hell!** Jason….
TBC…
A/N: I hope you've enjoyed the preview to the Liason chapter… though I'm not sure just how that
aspect will play out, so please don't expect any fluffy romance, 'cause it's very doubtful it would
happen. Read and review though, folks. Ciao!
P.S: next chapter might take a while… want to make it good for you guys.
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos' II: Chapter 12
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I apologise for the delay… was busy with school. I must admit, I've been finding it kind of
hard to write this fic, for two reasons: 1.) The show is not exactly helpful in the Liason or Sexis
department…AT ALL and 2.) I miss the crazy reviews. So please do me a favour and drop me a
line, even if it's just to let me know you're still awake. Gracias! Enjoy!
*~*~*~*~*~*
New York City (2 days before the Gallery opening)
**Where the hell are those tickets?**
Elizabeth exhaled with a huff and backed out from under the dusty floor beneath her bed. She
was on a quest to find the envelope of tickets that Daniel had delivered to her four days ago. She
had waited until the absolute last minute to send the invitations, with the hope that they would not
reach Port Charles on time, although she knew that not even a stampede of bison, a category 5
hurricane and the world's biggest tornado would stop Alexis Davis from showing up at her
daughter's first gallery showing. But at least without the invites, she wouldn't drag the whole
gang, right?
She sure as hell hoped so.
But she also sure as hell knew that her mother would be very annoyed if she didn't at least try to
send off the invites. And nothing was more frustrating than an annoyed litigator with a supreme
grip of vocabulary. So, if she just found the frigging tickets and mailed them, Alexis could not
ream her out… much.
But there in lay the problem. She couldn't find the frigging tickets!
She had turned the apartment upside down – looked under the cushions, in the cupboards, even
in the freezer, which had been the last unexpected storage unit for her hair dryer. But to no avail.
She was convinced … the tickets were hiding from her!
"Get a grip, Corinthos!" she muttered out loud. "I had the tickets last Saturday. They couldn't have
just sprouted wings and flown away! Think! Think! If I were a ticket, where would I hide? Jesus! If
I was a ticket I wouldn't be hiding from anyone!"
She stalked from the bedroom into the open-plan living/dining-room cum studio and surveyed her
surroundings, her mind traveling back to the events of last Saturday when Daniel had shown up
at her door. After she had allowed him to come in, she had padded over to her canvases… Daniel
had come up behind her, they kissed and… Liz blushed. How pathetic was she that she blushed
at the thought of herself having sex with Daniel… actually in the very spot she was standing on.
"God!" she exclaimed. "Think tickets, Corinthos! Tickets!" It was very hard to think of paper-thin
pieces of cardboard, when olive skin and washboard abs were so much more fun.
After, Daniel had scooped her into his arms and carried her into her 'bedroom', where he'd gently
laid her on the bed and provided her with a repeat performance. Liz's brow furrowed… she'd
been so drowsy and lethargic, she couldn't remember much… only a soft fleeting kiss on her
forehead and Daniel… tucking something back into his coat pocket….
Liz's eyes widened. **That dirty little bastard!**
*~*~*~*~*~*
Port Charles (Davis and Lansing, Attorney's-at-Law)
"Did you check your mail?" Alexis asked, handing her partner a cup of coffee. "Your invitation to
the opening should have gotten here by now."
"I got it… very nice printing. I'm impressed."
"Only the best for the Cassidine princess."
Ric smirked. "I'm sure."
"So," drawled Alexis, perching at the edge of the desk.
Ric viewed her suspiciously.
"The invitation says Ricardo Lansing and *guest*…. Anyone in mind?" she asked pointedly.
"'Cause you know – "
"Nope! Stop right there! Don't even think about trying to set me up on a date!"
"But –"
Ric cut her off again. "No buts… unless you want to *butt* out of my love life."
Alexis frowned. "Ha, ha, Lansing," she replied sarcastically. "Very funny."
*~*~*~*~*~*
The Loft
The invitation arrived in the mail this morning. And for the twenty minutes after she had
discovered it amongst the usual drabble of bills and junk mail, she had stared at it as though it
was sure to carry the plague. She knew what it was the moment her eyes fell on it. Crisp
handmade paper, dark blue and turquoise piping… it was the invitation for Elizabeth's gallery
showing.
She hadn't even wanted to read it, but she had… maybe it was because of that 'secret'
masochistic side of her psyche… the one that seemed to crave pain. The words were cordial and
direct:
Elizabeth Corinthos, respectfully requests the presence of Ms. Courtney Matthews and Mr. Jason
Morgan at the first unveiling of her creative talents in the Schmidt Gallery, New York City on
Friday evening of the 14th of June, 2005 at 6:00 p.m.
Courtney couldn't help but smirk sarcastically at the word 'respectfully' glaring back at her in navy
blue calligraphy. **Yeah right!**
But Courtney was torn. Although they had not been on the best of terms for a while, Elizabeth
was still her niece, and although she wanted to strangle her more times than not, she loved her,
and was proud of her. Not like she would ever tell the spiteful bitch to her face! She wanted to
go… yet she didn't. But she was not thinking along the lines of how Liz probably didn't really want
her there, but more along the lines of the fact that the invitation had also named Jason…
meaning, Liz wanted to see Jason.
**Of course she wants to see him! She always wants to see him.**
More importantly, her mind pointed out while she tried to swallow the huge lump of emotion that
had suddenly become stuck in her throat, he still wanted to see her.
Just then, she could hear the jungle of keys in the locks. **Jason! Shit!** she tried stuffing the
invitation back into the envelope before he could see it, but just as she had succeeded in stuffing
it in, the door swung open and Jason trudged in.
Courtney smiled at him, hoping to God she didn't look guilty.
Jason's brow furrowed. "What d'you got there?" he asked, pointing out the envelope balled in her
hand as he hung his jacket up.
She was tempted to say "Bill," the statement guaranteed to make him leave the subject alone, but
she had a feeling he already knew what it was.
"It's the invitation to Elizabeth's gallery opening," she replied, holding it out to him.
He took it from her, his eyes widening as he read the words. Obviously he hadn't been expecting
Liz to invite both him and Courtney. Jason looked up to find her watching him intently. "Are you
gonna go?"
"Yes." **Shit!** Courtney could kick herself. The answer was automatic. "Are you?" **Double
shit!**
Jason looked away, his countenance thoughtful. He seemed to be weighing his answer… testing
his response in his head. He looked up. "Yeah."
**Ouch!** Courtney nodded even as she turned away from him.
Yup, she was such a masochist.
*~*~*~*~*~*
New York City
"Toreno."
"You little bastard!"
"Excuse me?"
Elizabeth let loose with a string of Spanish curse words, so loud and caustic that Daniel had to
hold the receiver away from his ear.
"Are you done yet?" he asked mildly, when Elizabeth had paused to breathe.
"Don't get cocky with me! What the hell did you do?"
"Elizabeth, calm down. What in God's name are you talking about?"
"Don't patronize me, bato! What the hell did you do with my tickets?"
"I mailed them."
"You what?!"
"I mailed them," he repeated.
"Why the hell would you do that for?"
"Why does it matter? I sent the invitations out so that they would get to Port Charles on time.
Obviously they weren't that important to you since you only realized they were missing today,
*two* days before the opening."
Liz's mouth clicked audibly shut.
"By the way… what is up with that? I was expecting this tirade at least two days ago…."
"Nothing is up with that –"
"Don't gimme that bull, Liz. We both know perfectly well you weren't gonna send them early
because you were hoping that they would get there too late for anyone to make it into the city."
Liz's silence provided him with his answer.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. That most certainly won't be the case. Cause guess what?"
"What?" she asked hesitantly.
"I sent extras." Daniel set the receiver on the cradle before Liz could unleash her temper anew.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Liz chanted. **I'm gonna kill that little prick!**
**No, you're not** the other half of her conscience shot back.
Inwardly, she smiled. Her family was gonna be coming to New York. Nikolas and Emily, Stefan,
Ric, Kristina, Alexis… **Shit!** Sonny, Courtney **Fucking hell!** Jason….
TBC…
A/N: I hope you've enjoyed the preview to the Liason chapter… though I'm not sure just how that
aspect will play out, so please don't expect any fluffy romance, 'cause it's very doubtful it would
happen. Read and review though, folks. Ciao!
P.S: next chapter might take a while… want to make it good for you guys.
