A/N: Hello all. I have good news and bad news. Good news first. I have completed this story! That's right, I have the rest of it all typed up on my computer, ready to go! Ready to be posted. Of course, I'm going to take my sweet time posting! But it's done! I start on the sequel soon. Maybe. 'Cause here's the bad news. I got back my first AP English Essay ever and I got a whopping B-/82. What a fantastic grade. Not. I'm used to getting much higher grades and I thought I was a half decent writer, and then it's like here, have a minus. So my writing self-esteem is shot to hell. My teacher said something like I had "awkward sentances". I'm sorry, but that's crap. Argg! Be honest, can I write for my life?
Oh, and I didn't actually get my 15 reviews (poo). But I updated anyway 'cause I was excited that I finished. Don't dissapoint me this time guys, or I may take a very loooooonnnnngggg time with the posting.
Seth Cohen's girlfriend- I loved your Sonny comment. I laughed out loud at that one. It was hysterical. Glad you like it!
luvthemorgans- Aww, I love you too. I think. I would just like to take a moment to personally thank you for your descriptive, endearing, witty, captivating, and long review. There, I recognized your ability to babble! Lol, j/k. But yes, I love the long reviews.
emmalee05- Thanks for the review! I'm glad you're liking it so much. I do love to torture Jason as I'm sure you know by now!
middiegurl08- I find that the reviews I leave get a little repetitive sometimes too! But I love to hear nice words, and you are always good at giving them!
anon14- I'm glad you think I'm doing a good job when it comes to the emotions. I try!
sexyt- I love when people quote my lines in the reviews! It makes me happy. Thanks for the long one.
ImJustKidding89- I love to write the evil, tortourous side of characters. That, and the characters that are being tortured. They are just so much more fun than boring, happy characters.
tydavislover- He doesn't have to be ok. Mwah-hah-hah! (That was supposed to be an evil laugh)
SuzieQ8487- Sonny will get his tushy up and start looking, I promise. I see that we're back to petnames, and the best thing I can think of is bananabread. It's not a real pet name, but it has the word banana in it. So that's always good for a cheap laugh.
Riker15- Welcome to my story! I hope the update's soon enough for you.
Nell- Glad you're back and ready to review! We missed you! (By we, I mean I, but we sounds much cooler).
Elvira- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to depress you. Here's a happy face to cheer you up : ) Oh, and an update!
LoLogirl28- I'm glad I'm one of your favorites! Or at least my story is!
ghgirl15- What, because it hasn't been good yet? Hmph. J/k, glad you like it.
Chapter 11- A Little Intervention
Carly didn't know what was wrong as she rolled over at 2 in the morning to find an empty and cold bed.
"Sonny?" she called out, her voice still thick with sleep. "Sonny?" she tried again.
Getting out of bed, she wrapped her blue silk robe around herself before trailing down the stairs, expecting him to be staring out the window or something. But he wasn't there. Trying to suppress the panic that was rising in her, she opened up the front door and saw the night guard on duty.
"Do you know where my husband is?" she asked.
"Mr. Corinthos had to work" said the guard with a smile.
"Work? At two in the morning?" she asked.
"That's what he said" said the guard as his smile began to falter.
"Alright, thanks" she said as she walked back inside.
Picking up the phone, Carly dialed the first five digits of Courtney's number before hanging up. Courtney was going through so much lately, and Carly didn't want to any pile more on her plate. Sinking into the couch, she picked up the TV remote and turned on the news, lowering the volume as to not wake her slumbering sons. She watched eager for some news of her husband, but finding none. Carly let out a sigh.
"Where are you Sonny?" she whispered into the night.
Sonny was pacing in the warehouse, walking back and forth across the small room. He finally stopped his incessant walking and sat down at the desk. He pulled the shiny silver gun out and unloaded the bullets. He rolled them back and forth on the desk before snapping them back into the gun. Sonny Corinthos was killing time as he eagerly waited for a shipment. But it wasn't a shipment of coffee.
Finally, the men arrived with the shipment. The poor man was gagged and bloodied, with his whole body tied tightly with thick ropes that were obviously cutting off his circulation. The men hung him from the hook hanging from the ceiling, and Sonny let out a sick a grin before he stood up to face the man.
"Where is he?" asked Sonny.
"Please, sir, I don't know anything" the man begged. "Please, I swear. I'm too low ranking to know anything of that importance" said the man.
"I don't buy it" said Sonny with a scowl. "I want to know where your boss is holding my man"
"I don't know sir, please" begged the poor man again.
Sonny let out a huge sigh. "Fine, you wanna do it this way, that's fine. The hard way is fine by me" he said as he motioned to the guards.
Sonny walked out of the warehouse to collect himself. The only sounds he heard were the grunts and moans of the man as the guards hit him over and over again. Sonny finally returned to the room, his eyes trained on the man who was now considerably bloodier.
"You ready to talk?" Sonny asked, and the man let out a sob as he nodded his head yes.
The man had finally spilled everything on Fredricks. He had given them a list of safe houses, although he wasn't sure which one Jason was being held in. Sonny currently had men checking them out. He glanced at his watch and sighed. It was nearly sunrise already and Sonny hadn't even thought about going to bed. But he couldn't sleep knowing that his best friend was possibly dying and being held against his will and his sister was miserable because of that. Courtney and Jason made each other happy. They were one another's rock, and without one, the other fell apart. And Sonny would be dammed if he left that happen.
Courtney rolled out of bed as she saw the sun begin to rise through the bedroom window. Getting up, she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and walked down to the living room and out on to the balcony as she watched the bright colors begin to overtake the sky. She closed her eyes and she could almost imagine feeling the warmth begin to reach her face, although she knew that it would take some time before that began. There was a slight wind that morning and it blew her blonde hair around her face. She leaned against the glass doors of the balcony and slid down on to the floor. And she did what she really wanted to do at that moment. She cried.
The rest of the day has passed like any other day. Courtney and Meg spent the day with Carly and Sonny worked. But the three girls were somber as they sat in the Corinthos penthouse, none of them doing or saying much of anything. Courtney welcomed Meg's bedtime and she picked up her little girl and eagerly bathed her and put her to bed.
Sonny too was eagerly awaiting Meg's bedtime, but for different reasons than Courtney. As soon as the blonde left, he bent down and kissed his wife tenderly before telling her not to wait up. He had business to attend to. Important business.
Sonny's men had located the safe house that Jason was being held in. It was on a seaside cliff, about twenty-five miles outside of Port Charles. Sonny and a whole army of guards set out into the night, guns drawn and somber faces on. This was an important night. This would be a deadly and bloody night. But Sonny didn't care. Right now, all he cared about was getting his best friend back, alive and well. Or at least alive and healable.
Fredricks relaxed in his study of the safe house, drinking expensive brandy out of an expensive crystal tumbler. He propped his expensive Italian leather shoe on the table, and frowned when he saw that it had flicks of the heavy red liquid on it. Blood. Jason Morgan's blood. Sighing, he took a handkerchief and wiped it, making a mental note to wear older shoes whenever he visited his prisoner. Milo was getting tired of the games. He had long since decided that this was the night that he killed Jason Morgan. If Sonny wanted to hold on to his territory, he was going to do it without his best friend's help. Milo let out a smile as he put the glass down on the thick wood table. Standing up, he began to prepare the gun that would do the dirty deed.
Sonny led the men into the house, all keeping as silent as humanly possible. It hadn't been difficult at all to make it past the guards and Stan had taken care of the security system. The front door had easily been kicked in, and any offending guards had of course been taken care of. Now, it was a matter of finding Jason, and finding Milo Fredricks and making him pay.
Milo cleaned the gun and let his thoughts wander to the real reason he was doing this. He had been hesitant about going after the Corinthos property. But that man had made it seem so wonderful, so important, and so desirable. He would never have known about the inner workings of the Corinthos family if it wasn't for the man. The man who had pressed him to take Courtney and Meg. The one who had told him that the answers to all his problems was taking out Morgan. The man who had pay rolled his recent little adventure. Milo smiled. It always came back to money for him, and he was rolling in it. What was there left to complain about?
Sonny's army split up, invading the house from different directions. Some of the men headed upstairs while others took the lower levels of the house. They had strict orders. If they find Jason, they are to help him immediately. If they find Milo, they are to capture him. Sonny wanted to make him pay himself. Sonny wanted to make him beg for death.
Sonny himself went to the basement with his own brigade of guards. He had a hunch that Jason was being held there. His hunch was confirmed by the fleet of guards that stood in the cellar area. Sonny nodded to his guards, and they open fired, killing everyone they saw in their view. Bodies dropped and blood was spilled.
Jason heard the sound of gunshots from the tiny room he was being held in. He was suddenly filled with hope. Had Sonny found him? Jason tried to stay focused and conscious, but his head soon drooped and he found himself fading out again.
Sonny and his men bit back Fredricks' men, killing every last one. Motioning with his hand, the men took to trying the door to every room, using the keys they took from the guards on the locked ones. Finally, Sonny pushed open one of the doors and let out a gasp. There was Jason, lying face down on the floor. He was shirtless and in a pair of ripped and bloodied jeans. The bullet wound in his back was obvious, and he was littered with various cuts and bruises.
"Jason! Jason, come on wake up man" he urged his friend as he kneeled down beside him.
Jason moaned. He was able to partially hear Sonny, but he sounded far off and distant. Everything seemed kind of fuzzy and Jason wasn't sure where his dream world ended and reality set in.
"Come on Jason, hang on. Hang on for Courtney" he urged.
Jason heard that one. He knew that Sonny was right. He needed to hold on to life for Courtney. She may be dead, but it was what she would have wanted.
"Dead" he managed to mumble.
"No, you're not dead" said Sonny, mistaking what his friend said for concern for himself and not Courtney.
A few guards helped pick up Jason, being very careful not to jiggle him too much and possibly aggravate his wound. Sonny barked the orders at them to bring him to the car and call for the mob doctor to meet them back at Jason's penthouse. He needed to take care of Milo Fredricks. He needed to make the man pay.
Milo heard the commotion and automatically knew what was wrong. Seeing that he was being outnumbered and outmaneuvered, he made a run for it. He climbed out his fourth story window, carefully climbing on the ledge, looking down into a tumultuous ocean, tossing and churning with grandiose waves.
Sonny ran up the stairs and threw Fredricks' study door open, revealing the empty room. Seeing the open window, he ran over to it and popped his head out.
"You sick son of a bitch" he called at the man who was attempting to flee. "Don't run. Come face me down like a man" he growled.
Fredricks reached into his coat and pulled out a gun, aiming and firing at Sonny. But Sonny was quicker. He shot him twice in the chest and watched as the powerful mobster gasped for breath before Milo Fredricks fell from the wall and plummeted into the sea below.
And the last words he ever heard were yelled after him.
"That's for hurting my family you asshole"
Courtney paced back and forth in her living room. Sonny had told Carly he had business to take care of. She knew that right now business was directly related to Jason. Did Sonny find Jason? Was he still alive? Courtney's thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. Max poked his head in, giving Courtney a sympathetic smile.
"Mr. Corinthos requests that you and Meg go across the hall and spend some time with Mrs. C" he said, kicking her out of her own home as politely as he could.
"Max, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "I want to know what's going on and I want to know now"
"I'm sorry Mrs. M, that's all I was told" he said.
"Fine" she said tersely as she stormed upstairs to get Meg.
The little girl wasn't happy that she was being woken up and her bloodcurdling screams reinforce red her point.
"Oh I hope Sonny is happy" she said crossly as she stalked across the hall.
Once Sonny knew that Courtney was safely shielded from seeing her husband in the state that he was in, he had Jason brought upstairs along with the doctor. He immediately began working on Jason, inspecting the bullet wound and the other abrasions and injuries that the man was covered in.
Jason woke up soon after being brought inside, just as the doctor was poking at him.
"Sonny?" he questioned as he saw his best friend peering back at him.
"Jase! You're awake. That's great. How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I hurt. What happened?"
"A little intervention. Basically, Fredricks won't be a problem anymore"
"He's the kidnapper?" asked Jason as he took labored breaths.
"Yeah"
Suddenly, Jason's heart hurt as it all came back to him. Closing his eyes to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall, he opened them again to stare at Sonny.
"Did you have the funeral yet?" he asked in a pained voice.
"Of course not" said Sonny as he exchanged a look with the still laboring doctor. "We never thought you were dead."
"I mean…Courtney and Meg's" he said with a sad look.
"Jason, neither Courtney nor Meg are dead."
"WHAT? Buthe said, and I assumed, and oh my god, they're alive. They're alive."
Jason felt alive again himself. He had thought for sure that he had lost his family. But they were ok. They were all ok.
Courtney decided that she didn't care about Sonny anymore. It didn't matter what she wanted. Meg was fussy beyond belief and just wanted her own bed and own room. Pushing past Max, Courtney walked back into her penthouse and walked up the stairs. She was about to put Meg to bed when she heard voices coming from her bedroom and she noticed the light was on as well. Knowing full well that she shouldn't go in there and instead get a guard, she adjusted the baby in her arms and walked right in. She nearly passed out at the sight that she saw.
"Jason?" she asked, her voice thick with tears as she clamped one hand over her mouth as she stared at him.
"Courtney" he said, a big smile stretched across his face.
A/N: Ta-da! They are being reunited. Now you know the deal, 15 reviews! Remember, I need nice words. I just got back that terrible grade. So go easy on me, but be honest if my writing sucks. I know, I just contradicted myself. Is that an "awkward sentance". Ugg.
And go read Tangled Secrets too and review that one. I wrote the same, I've been royally screwed over by my English teacher rant. So I need happy thoughts there as well.