Chapter Four
A/N: Ring-a-ding-ding. Pop those corks cause baby General Hospital at 2.4 and falling! Nicole and Asia would like to extend their gratitude toward their loyal readers. Thanks for making their ratings higher that GH's. You know, it's sad that two bored fans can create better storylines while mocking than the exec's can when they're trying to be serious. Ah, oh well!
Sam walked up to the front door of Kelly's behind Michael with baby Morgan in one arm while pushing his stroller with the other. She looked at the door and read the flier:
HELP NEEDED!
WAITRESSES AND DISHWASHERS WANTED!
COMPETITIVE PAY!
APPLY WITHIN!
"Hm …" she thought to herself. "I wonder what that is for." Surely Kelly's wasn't asking people to work there. Get a job? Whoever heard of such a thing? The three walked in and Sam pointed to a table in the corner and motioned for Michael to sit down.
"There!" she said sighing heavily then sitting Morgan down, her cleavage heaving.
Michael looked at her. "Morgan's a baby … he can't sit in regular chairs. He needs a high chair."
Sam pulled her hair then pouted her extra glossed lips. "Well, where can Jason buy one of those?"
Michael leaned in. "Huh? I can't hear you. Can you speak up?"
"Well, where can Jason buy one of those?" she repeated this time yelling because, well, there was no in between whispering and yelling for her.
Michael jumped back, startled at her tone. "Uncle Jason doesn't have to buy one," he answered pointing to near the door. "They have them over there."
"Oh, okay" she said before getting up to retrieve one. She brought one over and Michael placed his brother in the chair. Sam looked on in awe. That Corinthos kid was one smart cookie.
She shifted in her seat, removing her extra-small jean jacket as Mike walked over.
He clasped his hands together loudly and smiled. "Boys, have you missed your Grandpa?"
Morgan then covered his face with his hands and let out a high-pitched screamed bursting into a fit of tears. Michael turned his face up. "Sorry, we're not allowed to talk to strangers."
"Boys, it's me! Grandpa Mike. Now how about a slice of warm apple pie, right outta the oven?" Mike said reaching towards Morgan.
"Hey, back off before I pull out my shot gun and have Jason tie you up like a PCPD cop!" Sam shouted bending over to shield Morgan. At that precise second, a button from her shirt popped off, hitting the toddler in his eye. He screamed. As Sam went to lift Morgan into her lap, she heard the door slam.
Jason made his way to the docks for the second time that day. Or was it the third? Was it still the same day? He was never really sure anymore, his days were all the same. Sam, stare, Sonny, work, Sam, nod, Michael, Sam again. Wait. He stopped suddenly, remembering he had never made it to see Michael after his phone call. He sighed, knowing that he was already with Sam and Dr. Thomas so he would call the little guy later.
It was getting cold, he realized as he walked further down the dock. Why Sonny insisted on meeting him at the docks when they had both been at Sonny's house in the first place was beyond his level of comprehension until he realized that it must be a work-related meeting and well, rule number one of the quote coffee-import unquote business was all meetings must take place on the docks.
There he was. Jason paused a moment to stand and stare at his "mentor". Sonny was standing with his back to Jason and he appeared to be deep in thought, though Jason couldn't imagine what it was he was thinking about. No, really, he couldn't. He didn't know how.
"Sonny."
Sonny jumped before turning around. "Don't sneak up on a person like that!" He scolded. "'Specially on the docks, I could have shot you."
"Sorry." He joined his boss and there they stood, looking at each other for a while. Finally, Jason cleared his throat and looked expectantly at Sonny. "So, you called?"
"Huh? Oh right." Sonny nodded. "I did. I don't mean to sound like a broken record Jason, but there's another new threat in town. One that could ruin me…us. Ruin us."
"Again?" Jason sighed. They had just dealt with the Sandoval Family not too long ago. "Who?"
Sonny shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet, but last night a shipment of uh diamond rings came in to the jeweler down on Lake Street and the rings were laced with cocaine."
"Where did the rings come from?" Jason asked in his longest sentence of the day.
Sonny shook his head. "The boxes came from a shipping company called Faithfully Yours, but that could be anybody really."
"Yeah," Jason agreed. "Faithfully Yours. I have no idea either." He rubbed his hand over his face and tried to think, but that whole not being able to imagine things made it pretty damn difficult to wonder who could be so cunning as to ship drugs mixed in with diamond rings.
"Get your hands off my child!" Carly yelled, running up to the table and snatching her son. "His eye's red and watering like a faucet. What the hell did you do to him? And don't lie to me; I've got a baseball bat in my trunk, a pool stick in the front seat and a set of matches in my purse."
Sam stood up and shoved one of hands in her back pockets and flailed the other rapidly. Carly ducked out of the way. One of those things could kill someone. "Some weirdo at the front counter came over here claiming that he was the boys' grandfather. I was trying to help them …"
"What weird guy?" Carly asked looking around. She spotted Mike at the counter scratching the wart on his face in frustration.
"Mike?" Carly said. "He's Sonny's father!"
"Yeah, and, my clothes fit," retorted Sam. "I would know if that man was their grandfather. I know everything." She shook her head.
Carly sat Morgan back down in his chair. "Where's Leticia?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "She had somewhere to be so she dropped the boys off at the penthouse, Carly."
"You really expect me to believe that Leticia has a life?" Carly screamed.
"Who is that woman?" a voice said to Michael. He turned around.
"Jodie!" Michael whispered. "That's my mom ... I think."
"How come I never see her?" the little blonde girl asked.
Michael shrugged and turned up his face. "She's never around. I think my real mom is Leticia. What are you doing here?"
Jodie shrugged. "I'm like Sam; I'm everywhere" she said, her voice squeaking.
The two weirdoes –err, kids, turned their attention back to the women.
Sam had her hand to her heart. "Carly, I care about those boys. If I didn't don't you know that I wouldn't be able to mooch off Jason anymore?"
Carly placed both hands on her hips and walked slowly towards. "Listen to me, Sammy Spammy. You're just like Hannah Banana and Reese's Pieces. You're nothing but a free ride for Sonny and-"
"Sonny? Carly, I'm with Jason now …"
Carly paused for a minute and thought. Damn. The woman was right. "Look, I don't care. Jason is my best friend and, um, all that other stuff. Anyways, stay away from my children!"
She grabbed the two boys and walked out. Sam rolled her eyes up to the ceiling then pirouetted over to Mike.
"I'm really sorry about earlier," she said.
The man leaned in closer. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you have to speak up," he replied.
"I said 'I'm really sorry about earlier!'" Sam yelled. She rolled her eyes. What was with the people in this town? "Well, I gotta go. I'm sure Jason needs me on the docks. He always does."
Mike looked surprised. "That's weird. Jason never allowed Courtney to help out with his work."
Sam shrugged. "Well, she probably shouldn't have asked. You sort of just have to follow him everywhere, shoot guns at his enemies, yell, flail your arms and force your way into his business then claim you don't butt into his life when someone accuses you of it. And then when he gets quiet you just have to bring up wanting to have his baby over and over and over again." She looked down at the watch she had just, well, the watch Jason had just bought her and looked back up at Mike. "I'm gonna be late. I'll see you around."
"Do you think its Alcazar?" Jason asked, going for their always-numberone suspect.
"Could be," Sonny said. "Yeah, let's go with that." He grinned, happy that they had figured it out to the best of their ability as mobsters for the moment. "Okay well, uh, Max is supposed to be here today to wait for the new shipment to make sure it's clean but he called in on a personal day."
"What?" Jason was surprised. Max had a personal life?
"I know, I was confused too," Sonny agreed. "Apparently he does more than work for me." He shook his head, clearly baffled. "But uh, anyways, I need you to stay here and wait for it."
"You can't?" Jason asked.
Sonny laughed. "That's funny. I can't. I've got more important things to do today."
Jason nodded in understanding. "Spending time with Michael?"
Sonny blinked. "Uh, no. I'm being fitted for a new suit." He looked at his watch. "I've got some time though, so let's start planning on how we should go after Alcazar now. Do you think Carly will wear a wire?" He nodded at Jason's face. "Yeah, best not to involve her, you're right." He paused as a bee flew in front of his face and he batted at it in irritation. "Damn things have been flying around the dock all day," he muttered.
"Yeah one almost stung Sam earlier," Jason remembered. He shook his head, thinking back to how he would have been the one that would have been stung if Sam hadn't thrown herself in front of him.
"Weird," Sonny mused. "Anyways, back to Alcazar. Maybe our best bet is to just take him out once and for all? You know, like we did with Faith? Because now that Faith's dead our business isn't in as much danger so if we eliminated Alcazar just like Faith, we'd be totally in the uh, clear."
"Yeah," Jason said robotically. "Things are easier without Faith around."
They were interrupted just then as Alan wheeled his way down the docks. He paused a few feet away from them and Sonny rolled his eyes.
"So really, does this look like a gray hair or not?" Sonny asked loudly, bending his head for Jason to inspect. He'd be damned if he let Alan overhear any of their plan, he'd be the first one to run, well wheel, to the PCPD and have them arrested and frankly, Sonny didn't have the time. Not when there were new suits to be fitted for.
Jason stared at him strangely but then shrugged and leaned forward to inspect Sonny's black hair. "No, no gray I don't think," he decided.
Before Sonny could reply, Alan rolled over and stopped his chair in front of Jason. "You're dead to me!" he screamed. "You killed your brother, my dear son, AJ, and because of that, I have no sons!" He wheeled back towards town, muttering the whole way.
"So uh, yeah." Sonny looked at his watch. "I gotta get going, let me know if anything unusual comes in this shipment. Actually, let Max know, whenever he gets back, I think I'm done with work for the day." He grinned at Jason and started walking back down the dock.
Jason stared after him and then sat down on the dock, his legs swinging over the edge. He knew the shipment wasn't expected in for another three hours, but Sonny said stay, so stay he would. His phone rang and he answered it without looking at the caller id. He knew who it was.
"Sam," he said in greeting. "What? Say that again, louder." He held the phone away from his ear as she shouted. "I'm working," he stated. "The docks. Yeah. Okay." He sighed and snapped the phone shut. He hadn't told Sam which dock he was specifically on, but he knew somehow, someway, she'd be able to find him.
Courtney voiceover: "Heehee. Stay tuned for, heehee, scenes from the next Port Charles: The Real General Hospital. Heehee."
GH Promo Guy ... in that sexy voice of his:
"A DISASTER hits this week on Port Charles: The Real General Hospital! Lives will be forever ripped apart!
Alexis (to Ric): "Now, I can't find Kristina because YOU let her run off with Sonny!"
Unexpected friendships with form!
Sam: "Your skin is, like, perfect."
Liz: "I didn't really hear what you said but it sounded like a compliment so thanks."
And the reunion you'd never thought you'd see!
Courtney (giggling): "Jason! We're stuck!"
Jason: "Courtney! Now is not the time to be giggling!"
ABC daytime! You just can't get enough! Well … actually, you can."
Alan: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just watch you losers."
Skye (opening an envelope): "Hm … an invitation. 'You've been cordially invited to a fabulous carnival-themed soiree'."
Tracy (looks around after awakening from being chloroformed): "What the? Oh no! Ric's panic room! No!"