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Last Train Home Ch. 2

Courtney scanned her drawers carefully, trying to decide what to bring and what was unnecessary. She was trying to focus all her energy on packing so that she didn't have to think about what was waiting for her in Port Charles. The last few weeks had flown by and now it was too late to back out. Her plane was leaving at 9:10 a.m., which was exactly ten hours fifty-two minutes and thirty-four seconds away. She threw a few more shirts into her suitcase before deciding that she was done packing.

Now what to do? She thought to herself. Her eyes wandered around the perimeter of her bedroom, inspecting it to make sure everything was in it's correct place. The bed was made and the trinkets on the dresser were arranged perfectly.

Her gaze settled on the picture placed on the center of her dresser. It was their wedding picture and the only material reminder of Jason in her whole apartment. Picking up the picture she began to study it. They looked so happy and in love, what had happened? When had their life together become so complicated? Probably right around the time you knocked him out with a piece of wood to save his enemy, she thought to herself. Letting out a ragged breath, Courtney made her way towards her bed, picture still in hand. She carefully pulled the comforter and sheets back and slid in underneath them. Sleep was the best thing she could do right now, but unfortunately she doubted that any peace would come to her restless mind.

PH4

"Morning," Carly greeted as she made her way into the kitchen. She heard a few grunts in response and found that Sonny was not eating breakfast alone. Jason, Marco, and Max were all hunched over the table piling food into their mouths. "You going to be home this afternoon?"

"Probably not, why?" Sonny responded.

"You know Courtney's plane is coming in this afternoon," Carly answered annoyed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jason's posture stiffen at the mention of Courtney.

"So?" Sonny asked a look of resentment on his face.

"So, I have to pick her up at the airport and I need you here to watch the boys," Carly explained.

"Courtney's a big girl. I think she manage without you there," Sonny told her.

"Oh I'm sure she can, but I promised her I would be there. She's coming here as a favor to me and the least I can to do is make sure she gets into town." She pushed herself up on the corner of the table and waited for his reaction, when none came she continued. "I also promised her that everything was going to smoothly, which means if you don't have anything nice to say than don't say anything at all."

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child, Carly." His voice was tinged with anger. "I'm not going to start any trouble with Courtney, because I know how much she means to you." Carly's face lit up as she leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips. She had almost made her way out of the kitchen, when she heard him speak again. "But Carly, I would also like the same respect and courtesy in return. I also don't want you to talk about business in front of her and I don't want her around my men," Sonny threw a glance over his shoulder to Jason, who just shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't worry, dear. Everyone is going to be on their best behavior, including Courtney," Carly responded before leaving the room.