Author's Note: We're so sorry for how long it's taken us to update but as it was, Asia and Nicole have been busy recovering from the monkey virus. And believe it or not, when we say we were quarantined, we really were. No walking around the hospital for us! Now, before we do this, we've got a few things to say.
First of all, Congratulations to Steve Burton and his wife, Sheree, on their new baby boy Jack! We're hoping, as we're sure you all are, that Steve's shirt came off during the creation of this little life.
And secondly? Emmy Committee? Whoever it was that cleared out their savings account to buy Kelly Monaco's nomination? Yeah, we've got a two-gun Jason Morgan Salute for you. We will find you.
On with the story!
Carly sat in NICU and cooed over the tiny little baby in the incubator. He was so … scary looking. But he was Courtney's baby and Courtney was, like, her BFF so it didn't matter.
"I miss your mom so much, Angel," the blonde turned brunette turned blonde said. "She's up in heaven staring at snow globes, I bet."
Jax walked in and gently shut the door behind him. "I'm back," he announced. "You can probably leave now."
Carly pulled at the yellow scrubs she was wearing and groaned. Damnit, those scrubs were killing her. And she was positive that yellow was so not mentioned in Vogue as being the new pink for spring.
"Jax, I am staying with this child," she said. "It's what Courtney would have wanted."
The man sighed and sat down and peered into the incubator. The baby was small and a bit slimy looking. He definitely belonged to Nikolas.
"I am going to be like a mother to this baby," Carly said softly.
"Where are Morgan and Michael?" Jax asked.
Carly shrugged. "Like, I keep tabs on them. Baby John is going to be so loved."
"Shouldn't you be worrying about your own children?"
"What do you mean?" Carly asked, turning to him. "You trying to say that I'm not a good mother?"
"No, I simply …"
"Cause I am! I am! I am! I love my boys!"
"I know you do but …"
"But what?" Carly yelled. "They're with their nanny right now! It's not like they're walking the streets or saw Sonny and Emily about to screw … oh, wait …"
"Okay, calm down," Jax said. He went to speak again but Liz walked in.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and stood there.
"Can we help you?" Carly asked, annoyed. As far as she was concerned, the nurse was as lame as the Soily romance. And that's pretty lame.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just here as a prop. Carry on," Liz answered.
"Then get to propping," Jax answered.
"Oh, sorry," Liz replied. She cleared her throat. "Jax, I think that you would make an excellent father. I really do. Courtney would be so proud. She was very lucky."
Carly glared at Liz. "Oops," the brunette said. "And, Carly, you were her absolute best friend. Courtney would have wanted this. It's definitely what's best for Lil John."
"WHAT?" someone yelled in the hallway. "YEAH! OKAY!"
All three exchanged looks. Why did someone always yell that whenever Lil John was mentioned?
Oh well. They shrugged before Liz turned to walk out. One scene. Crappy dialogue. You know, the norm.
Jax looked at his watch. "Doesn't Michael have Parent-Teacher night at his school?"
"Leticia is going. I am going to help you so much with this little fellow. He's going to be like a son to me."
With that being said, and feeling damn good about her maternal skills, Carly got up and walked out, leaving Jax to stare and stroke that weird little cleft in his chin.
Emily stared down at the big heavy textbook in front of her. Who knew studying to be a doctor could be so hard? Normally life was easy for the Pretty Princess, but there were those days when she remembered she was med student and she actually had to, you know, study and stuff like that.
Sighing, she looked down at her notes again and began writing furiously. Mrs. Emily Corinthos. Mrs. Sonny Corinthos. Emily hearts Sonny.
Yes, being in medical school truly was hard when you were a Quartermaine.
She drew a few more hearts around her words, and then tried to read a few more lines in the text book. She was startled out of her deep concentration by a knock at the door and jumped up to get it.
"Max!" She said when she saw the bodyguard standing there. "What is it? Does Sonny want to see me? I told him I needed to study today, I mean, I do have my own life, you know. I can't drop everything every time he needs me. Does he need me? Do I need to take care of the boys?"
"Sorry Emily." Max shook his head and handed her a box. "Mr. Corinthos just wanted me to drop this off to you. Have a nice day." He was gone before she could call out to him to tell Sonny she was available when needed.
Emily sat back down on the couch and eagerly undid the red ribbon and tore the shiny paper off of the box. Sonny was always sending her little things. What would this be? Jewelry? A new outfit because he was flying her to the Island later that day?
She lifted the lid and tossed the tissue paper away excitedly. Her excitement was quickly replaced by confusion as she looked at the contents.
"The Sonny Corinthos Girlfriend Survival Kit," she read to herself. She began pulling the items from the box, one by one. A Kevlar vest, a tube of clear MAC lip gloss, flip flops, a schedule of her days to babysit Michael and Morgan, a book entitled "101 Ways to Know if Your Lover is Crazy", and earplugs.
"Earplugs?" she repeated to herself. "Oh duh, for the gunfire. He's so thoughtful." She smiled and reached for her cell phone. Dialing his number by heart she counted rings as she waited for him to pick up. "Sonny hi!" she gushed. "It's Emily, thank you so much for the pre-"
"Emily?"
Oh crap. "Jason!" Emily said brightly. "Hi.. I thought I dialed Sonny, I wanted to know if.. Well I thought maybe Leticia wanted the day off and the boys needed someone to… I'm totally not calling him for a date or anything, you know we broke up, right?" She breathed a sigh of relief, content in knowing she was a fabulous liar and Jason wouldn't find anything at all suspicious in her story.
"Right um. Here's Sonny."
"What?" Sonny barked into the phone.
"Sonny, it's me!" she giggled girlishly. "I just wanted to thank you for the gift. You shouldn't have done that!"
"Uh-huh."
"So, I've been really busy studying all day long and could use a break," Emily pressed on. "Is there anyway you could meet me sometime soon?"
"Yeah."
"Great!" she said brightly. "So, are you going to come to the guesthouse, or should I go up to the main house?"
"Meet me at the docks." Sonny swore under his breath, forgetting for a moment that this wasn't a business call. "I mean, I'll send a car for you. Be ready in 30 minutes."
"I'll be waiting," she chirped, as Sonny muttered a "goodbye" into the phone before hanging up. She wrote once more over her biology notes that Sonny did indeed heart her.
"He's so not as dangerous as everyone says," she said cheerfully to herself as she went into the bedroom to start getting ready.
Nikolas peeked into the windows of Kelly's and looked around. The coast was clear.
He walked in and sat down, placing an urn filled with Courtney's ashes across from him. The dark prince and his lady love were about to get their grub on.
Penny walked over and placed a menu in front of him. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"Water," he answered. When she nodded and turned to walk away, he grabbed her arm. "I'm not the only one sitting at this table." He pointed in front of him.
"What would you like, Court? Sprite? Oh, I'm sorry. Diet Coke."
Ever the peppy waitress, Penny jotted down the order and headed back to the kitchen not only terrified, but still trying to figure out if the Cassadines were Russian or Greek.
Nikolas sighed and turned back to, um, Courtney. "People act as if you don't exist. Of course you do. You loved the ocean and always wondered what was on the other side. Well, I was on the other side. Oh? You already knew that? You know me so well. You're the love of my life. I realized that in two hours and slipping my hand up your shirt on the docks. Oh, you remember that? Yeah, that was a great day."
He reminisced about that afternoon. The way the wind whipped Courtney's over-processed platinum strands back and forth … the way she dodged cell phone calls from her husband … the way her wedding ring sparkled.
Their love was so right and so incredibly justified.
He paused. Oh, crap. The snot was starting to fall. "We could have had it all, Court. If only you had just held on a little longer."
As he went to give the urn a soft caress, Taggert and Scotty (surprise!) busted in.
"When the hell did you come back?" Nikolas screamed.
"The day you tried to bring back to mullet," Scotty responded. "Now shut up."
Taggert held up his badge. "Nikolas Cassadine. You're under arrest for …" He looked at Scotty for help. When Baldwin shrugged, he continued. "For … stealing ashes that … don't, um, ashes that aren't … you're under arrest for theft!"
Nikolas stood up and snatched, uh, Courtney up. "You're not taking her! She's mine! Courtney belongs to me!"
"Give it up, Cassadine!" Scotty barked. "Toss her over!"
But Nik refused, instead running out the door screaming, "I'm gonna run, run as fast as I can! You can't catch me; I'm a Cassadine, man!"
Liz hefted the lone bag of groceries on her hip as she struggled to unlock the door to the Crap Shack -err- to the apartment. Finally the door swung open and she stumbled into the living room, flicking at the light switch as she did so. The apartment stayed dark.
"Oh not again," she complained. She flipped the switch up and down a few more times and still, nothing. "Lucky!" she called through the darkened apartment. "Lucky, are you here?"
"Boo!" Lucky jumped out of the darkness at her with a flashlight under his chin. Liz screamed and dropped the bag of groceries.
"Don't do that!" she scolded. "What if I had been holding Cameron and dropped him instead of the groceries?"
"Please, when was the last time you held Cameron?" Lucky asked. He had a point. Liz shrugged and bent down to pick up the spilled contents of the bag.
"I thought we paid the electric bill," she said as she made her way into the kitchen, careful not to trip over anything in the Pier One decorated living room.
"Nah, we paid the water instead," Lucky said. "You sure bought a lot of groceries there, honey. Are you sure we can afford all of this?"
"Relax," Liz said sweetly as she opened up the fridge that miraculously still worked despite the electricity being turned off. She shrugged, having learned long ago not to question things like this. "Everything I bought was half off because of coupons or because it's a day after the expiration date. I know we're poor Lucky, I know we can't afford anything extravagant." She moved the Evian bottled water to one side of the fridge and finished putting away the groceries. They headed back into the living room and began to light the fifty candles that filled the room. You would think that after nearly burning the place down with candles once before, they wouldn't be so quick to light them, but not these two. If they were going to be poor, they were going to be romantically poor, damnit.
"Maybe we could ask Nikolas for a loan?" Liz suggested. She sat down on the couch and reached for her Clinique lotion. "Or even Luke?"
"We're not going to be beggars," Lucky said firmly. "We're above that." He saw his black mask on the table and kicked it out of Liz's sight. "We'll be fine Liz, I promise, I'll always provide for you."
"I know," Liz said reluctantly. She smiled and curled up next to her husband, "Things will get better, we won't always be so poor."
"No, we won't," Lucky said, calculating his next place to rob. Maybe he would try the Metro-Court. Or at the very least, he could always hit up Kelly's again.
"And this is kind of fun," Liz decided as she looked around the darkened apartment. It wasn't fun at all, she would be foolish to believe that, but what else could she say? She had an idea though. "You know what would make it even more fun?" she asked.
"What's that babe?"
"You should take off your shirt." She smiled as he did take his shirt off because as we all know, not even being poor is that bad when Lucky is shirtless.
Courtney voiceover: "Stay tuned for scenes from the next Port Charles: The Real General Hospital…. What? I'm still in the credits, I can too say this!"
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