Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been having a major case of writer's block. But last night as I was laying in bed getting ready to fall asleep, I was given some major inspiration for this story, as well as my other story, I Will Remember You. It turns out the Army didn't move us. However, they may still move us this summer. I do think I'll have both stories finished before then though. That way I don't have to leave y'all hanging. Thanks for all the feedback you've given me. And now, on with the story.


That night Emily tossed and turned in her sleep. Telling Sonny about the rape had caused her to see Connor in her dreams. She was in Sonny's house, but everywhere she turned, Connor was there, laughing at her like he had that night.

"By the time I'm done with you Emily, Nikolas will never want to be with you again. No man will ever want to be with you."

Somewhere in her dreams she must have screamed because all of a sudden Sonny was there calling out her name.

"Are you okay Emily? Emily, wake up, it's only a dream."

Emily sat straight up in bed, a little confused until she realized where she was. When she saw Sonny sitting at the edge of the bed looking worried, she started to cry.

"He was here Sonny. Everytime I turned a corner, there he was, laughing at me and taunting me. He said no man will ever want to be with me. Is that true Sonny? Am I damaged goods now?" She started sobbing.

Trying to remain calm as she told him about her dream, Sonny grew more and more angry at Connor for having done something so evil to someone as pure as Emily. In some ways she reminded him of his mother, and how she felt after Deke had beaten her. When Emily asked him if she was damaged goods, it was like a stab to his heart. "Emily you are not damaged goods, do you hear me?" Emily nodded ever so slightly. "What that son of a bitch did to you is not something that you should ever be punished for, or feel guilty about. First thing tomorrow I'm going to go out with my men and supervise getting rid of any and all evidence of the cottage. The next person who goes out there will think that somebody had dug up the site to build a house, but nothing had ever been built. I promise you that you'll never have to worry about this ever again."

"You've been so kind to me Sonny. I know now why Jason loves and protects you so much. Being here with you and the boys is slowly giving me back my life. I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough. Do you think you could sit with me until I can get back to sleep?"

"You bet I will. There's nothing I won't do for you. You're Jason's little sister and he'd hurt me if I didn't take care of you." Emily giggled and closed her eyes. "I'm so lucky to have such good men in my life." She reached out and held Sonny's hand in hers. He patted the back of it with his free hand. A few minutes later she was peacefully asleep, the look of worry and doubt was gone from her face.

The next morning Sonny left with some of his men to go out to the site of the burnt down cabin. When he arrived, he was stunned by what he saw. There before him was a huge pile of ash, most of which had settled in what he could imagine had been the basement. He imagined that the cabin had been a decent size before Emily burned it to the ground.

"I hate what that animal did to you Emily. I will make this right for you. I'm not sure how, but I'm going to make this right for you."

"Okay men, get to work. I want this to look like an empty site before the end of the day. I don't want one single molecule of ash left, and I don't want any evidence that any house ever stood on this site."

Immediately his men got to work. By noon they had removed all of the ash and torn down what had been left of the framework. When they took a break all that had to be done was dig out the remains of the basement. Just before the men were ready to get back to work, his phone rang.

"What's going on Max? Is everything okay with Emily?"

"She's fine Mr. Corinthos. She went to go spend some time with Elizabeth, and Johnny went with her."

"So why are you calling me then Max?"

"A Mrs. Helena Cassadine is here to see you. She isn't happy that you weren't here. She asked me to call you and tell you that you needed to drop whatever you were doing and get here right away. She won't tell me what it's about, but she does seem rather agitated."

"Alright Max, tell her it's going to take me at least an hour to get back. Ask her if she wants to wait that long, or if I can meet with her later this evening."

Sonny waited as Max relayed the message. He could hear Helena's annoyed voice, but couldn't make out what she was saying. It did appear that after she said what she wanted, she had left.

"She is quite annoyed at having to wait to meet with you, but said that she would be back at 7pm this evening. She asked that you be here at that time since she has a very pressing matter to discuss with you."

"Alright Max, thanks. When Emily comes back, tell her that I'm going to be taking care of some business at that time, and if she could make herself scarce with the boys, I'd really appreciate it."

"You got it Mr. Corinthos."

Sonny hung up the phone and started to pace a bit. He really didn't have to guess what she wanted to discuss with him. "Okay men, we've got a bit of a problem. The one woman who could make this really messy for me could very well be on her way out here to this site. I want this finished in the next 45 minutes! We need to get everything cleared out of here before she has time to get out here."

Amazingly enough, the men had gotten rid of the remains of the basement and all that was left was a hole in the ground where a burned cabin had stood. There was absolutely no proof that any building had ever been built there.

"You guys did an amazing job. Your efforts have just earned you triple pay for your time today. Since I don't want Mrs. Cassadine to see any of us passing her on her way out here, we're going to go the opposite direction, and take the highway back to Port Charles. Once there, I'll head back home. I want you guys to take the remains to the factory and have it all incinerated."

As Sonny rode back to Port Charles in the back of the limosine, he sat basking in the accomplishment of the day. Not even Queen Cassadine would be able to find one shred of proof that the cabin had been burned down with Connor inside it.

"You're home free Emily. Nobody will ever trace you to Connor's death."