Author's Note: Thanks for all the feedback. You are all so wonderful and it makes me all pink and fuzzy inside to know that you are enjoying my writing and story.

I however need to go on a mini rant. It's not directed at any of you, but I just need to. I get that everyone is entitled to write fics, and I applaud everyone who does, it's a tough thing to do. To write and then post it on the net is a scary thing, to be afraid of what people are going to say or how they are going to criticize your writing. I get that it takes a lot to post a story, but I also understand how much thought goes into coming up wit ha good story idea. I get that there are probably plenty of teen story's that came before my Journey one. Many of which I have never read before, but still there is a point where you can tell someone took you're ideas (again not simply directed at my fic). It takes a lot to come up with a good story and I just need to say, that it sucks when you come on the net and start reading a fic only to realize that though it may not be the exact story you are writing it is so similar, that had one not read your story they could read this other one and get about the same effect had they read yours. I have had some of my ideas ripped off. I get that no one can really claim a storyline or anything, and that I probably took someone else's, but I would never copy word for word what some one has written, even changing a few words here or there is annoying. People put a lot of hard work, so as a reader, and a writer, I am asking that you respect those on this site and not copy a story. If you want to use an idea, ask. Then once you have asked make sure you credit the story you used it from. It's just a common courtesy.

Okay that got a bit longer than I thought it would be, but stuff like that pisses me off. Okay back to the reason why I am here, to UPDATE! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and that my rant hasn't scared any of my readers off.

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Chapter 30

Emma sat scrunched in a corner on the floor of the stalled elevator as she cried. She hadn't meant to run off, but she didn't want to stay. She wasn't sure what else to say to Sonny, or Jason for that matter. She didn't think she could stand to hear them say more to her either. So she left.

She didn't get it. Why did it matter what they thought? She was always so sure she didn't care about them, what they had to say, or what they did. Then why was she hurting so badly?

Emma remained crying in the elevator, lost in her thought, as it started to move continuing it's decent downward.

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Cassie slowly stirred in her bed at the hotel. She was at a loss as to where she was, this wasn't her big fluffy bed, and there was no sun streaming through the windows to blind her. Then she remembered, she wasn't in sunny California, she was in Port Charles NY, and all her problems, and the events of the night came rushing back.

She sat up and looked around the room, her eyes fell on the window. It was cloudy, the middle of summer and it looked like it would rain any minute. Cassie's eyes continued to look around the room. The clock said it was close to nine thirty in the morning. She was up early. Her eyes fell on a chair just through the door of where the bed rested, hadn't she been sitting in that chair last night before she fell asleep? Oh well, she didn't particularly care as she continued looking around the room.

Finally her eyes stopped at the other side of the bed, opposite the window. She knew how she got into the bed now, her Dad. He was sleeping in the chair, head tipped back as it attempted to rest on the back of the chair, his arms were crossed over his chest as his legs were straight out in front of him.

Despite the fact that she wasn't in the best mood, Cassie couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. Her dad would kick himself later for falling asleep like that.

Max had been sitting in the chair all night, he wasn't sure what time he fell asleep, but he knew when he woke up. It was when he heard his daughter giggle. It was like music to his ears, it made him feel better about the state he found her in last night.

Cassie looked at her father as she crawled out from under the covers. She crawled on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed and stared at her father with a questioning look. She wasn't sure if he was awake or not, she thought he might be as she reached her hand out to poke him.

Max felt Cassie's finger poke his leg. She continued to poke him until suddenly Max jumped out of his chair and towards Cassie, shocking the girl back onto the bed. As Cassie fell onto the bed Max began to tickle her. Cassie's laughs filled the room as Max's face broke into a grin.

"Stop," Cassie screamed through her hysterical laughing. She was even more ticklish than Emma, which was saying something, because Emma was as ticklish as her Mother.

"What if I don't want to," Max said as he sat up on the bed and looked at Cassie.

"Then I will just have to get Emma and have a little fun. You know that Emma and I aren't the only ticklish." Cassie replied with a giggle.

"Yeah, but I'm not sure Courtney would appreciate you tickling her to death." Max replied knowing that Cassie wasn't talking about her Aunt.

"Mmmhhhhmmmm, So you think that I'm talking about Auntie C. Well I didn't realize that I got my extreme sensitivity to tickling from her. I always thought it was from you," Cassie said as she reached out to tickle her father a bit.

"Don't," Max said warningly, yet light heartedly.

"Don't what," Cassie said innocently, "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Don't even think about it," Max repeated.

"Well I am," Cassie said as she began to inch towards her father.

Within seconds Cassie had lunged at her father and began to tickle him. Max couldn't really say he was shocked at the action. Cassie and Emma had always had an obsession with tickling him, after Patty had let it slip that he was terribly ticklish one day. Even Courtney had been obsessed with attempting to get the grown man, ex-mob guard, to laugh hysterically.

Max soon had the situation turned around, as Cassie was once again flat on her back laughing.

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Slowly she walked the few steps to him. She paused right in front of him, as he looked at her no emotion showing as she looked him in the eyes. Getting on her tiptoes she leaned to his ear and spoke three words that would change their lives, all of their lives, forever.

"She's your Daughter," Courtney spoke softly into his ear loud enough for only him to hear.

She came down off of her toes and slowly backed away, never turning her back on him. She kept her eyes locked on his, not really caring if she hurt him. Not now anyways, she was too mad at him, them, Sonny was included in this.

It had pissed her off to no end hearing Sonny, and Sam talk the way they did about her baby. Emma was still Sonny's niece, no matter her who her father was, and for him to talk about Emma as if she didn't matter, or wasn't standing right there infuriated her.

Jason was a whole other story. He just stood there looking at it like this sort of thing happened everyday. He didn't tell Sonny to stop, or Sam for that matter. He just stood their anger in his eyes the entire time, glaring at her as if it was her fault for Sonny's anger.

Jason heard the words, they were ringing in his head, 'She's your Daughter… She's your Daughter'. They just kept repeating over and over again in his head, like it was a dream, he had a daughter, a little girl, an angel, his baby girl. Then it hit him, she wasn't little any more, she wasn't a baby, she was a young woman, a sixteen-year-old teenage girl.

At this thought his anger rose, and his blood began to boil. How could she do this to him? How could she not tell him about another child of his? He was furious that Courtney had kept him from knowing about a child of his, but was she even his. He wasn't sure. Sam had just said that Emma was Jax's kid; Courtney said she was his, but he wasn't sure.

Carly had watched Emma run off, the words she spoke, the looks that passed throughout the hall way, Courtney approach Jason, everything. She saw it all, and wasn't sure what to say. She was as mad as the next at what Sonny had said, mad that Jason did nothing, Angry at Sam, and the mouth that woman had. More than anything she was worried. She was worried about Emma. She was worried that this would be one more mark on that ever-long list of emotional scars. Would Emma ever be ok, would Courtney?

Sonny watched as Emma ran out, he froze as Courtney walked up to Jason, and was at a loss at the look in his best friends eyes. He wasn't sure what Courtney had said but it got to Jase, and it got to her. She looked different, more determined. She looked like Carly when she was protecting either of her boys. Courtney was defending her daughter, protecting her, from them, and Sonny had made that necessary.

Sam had stood still as she watched Emma walk out. She was so afraid the girl would talk. The second that Emma opened her mouth she would be so hated, she had to do something. She could tell by the look in Jason's eyes that Courtney had told him. Sam had to do something to keep herself alive, and so she would, but not yet, not here, she needed to take her time and make it look good, like she was innocent in all of it.

Michael had walked off the elevator and into a storm. He had seen Emma about to burst, his Mother fuming, His Aunt ready to kill, his Dad ever so confused, Sam worried, and his Uncle just as fuming as Courtney. He could only think of one thing that could get this reaction out of everyone. Emma, Courtney must have told or something, but then why was Emma crying.

His answer came sooner than expected, as Jason spoke.

"She's my what," Jason asked nervously as a lump rose in his dry throat.

The hall way was completely silent as all turned to look at Courtney.

"You heard me," Courtney said firmly not even bothering to hide her anger, "Emma, Emily Caroline is your Daughter,"

"My Daughter," Jason said barley audible.

"You are such a bitch," Sam screamed, not able to wait a second longer, "You expect us to believe that Emma is Jason's Daughter."

"Sam, She has my eyes, she called me Dad, I thought…I thought I was dreaming," Jason said barley a whisper

No one said a word.

Sonny felt both his anger and regret rise. He had said horrible things to Court, and Emma, his niece, Jason's daughter. He felt bad, then events began to set in, Emma was sixteen, Courtney had kept this from them for years, his niece and Jason's daughter. His anger over powered his regret as his blood boiled and features tensed up.

Carly watched both men, as each hurt equally for what the never knew existed. Carly wanted to comfort Sonny, but as fast as the pain was there, it was gone, and replaced with more anger.

Jason's anger had turned to shock, hurt, confusion, and so much more. All emotion was visible on his face, as he just looked Courtney in the eyes.

Courtney watched as Jason broke down. She had been angry, but she regretted her forwardness. This wasn't how she wanted him to find out.

"You think you can just stroll in here and drop this bomb on everyone and expect us to all be fine with it," Sam screamed.

"I never said that Sam," Courtney replied.

"Well then what? What huh? You want us to take that little brat you call a daughter into our home," Sam says while pointing to Sonny, "I don't think so. That pain in the ass…"

"Don't even go their Sam," Michael said in a tone of warning, "You have no right to judge anyone and if you continue on this path Emma and Aunt C won't be the only ones taking a swing at you. I don't care how much of a woman you say you are."

Sam's mouth dropped open as everyone turned to look at Michael. No one expected what Michael had said, but it only really surprised Sonny, Jase and Sam. Carly and Court wouldn't expect any less from Michael, he was like a big brother to Emma, and as such he would stand up for the girl that he considered a little sister.

"You knew,"