I haven't wrote a lot to this story. I wanna see if people are willing to actually give it a chance before I put all my time and effort into it.
No One Else Comes Close
Prologue.
"I told you, Mac. Sonny Corinthos is definatly up to something. Why would he need a coffee shipment to be delivered at one o'clock in the morning? I want armed officers on that dock, ready to bust him." John Durant clicked his cell phone shut and stuffed it back in his pocket.
"You never stop, do you?" Mike asked, as he pushed a cup of coffee towards Durant.
"No. I don't. Cause, your son is a criminal. Whether he likes to admit it or not."
"One of these days, Durant...you're gonna get what's coming to you."
"Are you threatening me?" He raised an eyebrow.
Mike simply raised his hands and walked away. "Not at all. All I'm gonna say is this: Karma's a bitch."
"Don't you have a pancake to flip?" Durant snapped. "I don't wanna hear a thing that you have to say."
"Of course you don't." Mike simply shook his head and walked back towards the kitchen of Kelly's.
Durant growled inwardly, rolling his eyes at the way Mike would stop at nothing to defend Sonny. He grabbed his coat and turned towards the door to leave, he gasped as he saw her familiar face, causing him to drop his coffee cup at his feet.
After catching his breath, he grabbed some napkins off the nearby table and tried to wipe some of the black coffee off of his clean white shirt. "What are you doing here?" He asked, trying his best to even look at her.
"Well, I can guarantee that I'm not here to see you." She stepped around him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm the District Attorney."
"Oh god. Who the hell would of appointed you?"
"Funny. What are you doing here?"
"Do you really think that it's any of your business? You're the last person that I would make friendly conversation with. It's none of your business what I'm doing here."
"I guessed that much." He said, bending down to pick up the paper cup.
"Good. Cause, I still hate you." She smiled, as Mike approached the counter. "Good morning."
"Hi there." Mike grinned. "What can I get you?"
"How about..." She glanced at the menu on the table. "A spiced tea, to go?"
"Coming right up."
"Thanks."
Durant took note of the changes that he missed. The hair that was once shoulder length blonde locks, was now long blonde curls. She'd gotten thinner. He took note of her crossed legs, which were adorned with black heels. He could tell that she'd become a career woman, if only he'd paid more attention, he would of known what she had become.
"Is there a reason that you're staring at me?"
He shook his head and looked at her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"I really don't care." She cut him off. "I don't give a damn about what you have to say. Just go on about your pathetic little existence." She snapped, as Mike handed the cup of tea to her. She pulled money from her pocket and handed it to him.
Durant simply growled and turned towards the door. "Have it your way, Rebecca." He snapped, before walking out.
"So, you're blessed with knowing John Durant too, huh?" Mike asked.
She stood up and grabbed her purse. "I wish it ended there." She sighed. "Unfortunatly, that bastard's my father."
Mike's eyes simply widened. "Wow."
"Thanks for the tea, hun." She smiled, and turned to leave.
"So, you heard anything about this new doctor?" Elizabeth Spencer turned to her friend Emily, as they stood inside the nurse's station at General Hospital.
"Just that she's currently the leading gynocologist and obstetrician in the country." Emily replied, entering something into the computer.
"Wow." Elizabeth scribbled something into a file and looked back up at Emily. "Her last name is Durant. I hope that doesn't mean she's related to John Durant."
"She is." Emily and Elizabeth turned to the tall blonde, behind them. "He's her father actually. But, luckily she dispises him and refuses to have any kind of actual conversation with him."
"And...you would know this how?" Emily broke her and Elizabeth's silence.
The woman extended her hand and smiled. "Rebecca Durant. Nice to meet you."
"Oh my..." Elizabeth blushed, as she shook her hand. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?"
"For gossiping." Emily replied, with a gently giggle.
"Oh god. No." She laughed. "I didn't think that at all. Trust me, John's reputation far exceeds him. People who've never spoken to him know what a pig he can be. His reputation ruins mine. It's no big deal. I'm used to it."
"We truly are sorry.." Elizabeth remarked.
"Seriously...don't worry about it." She smiled.
"You're replacing Dr. Meadows, right?" Emily asked.
"Unfortunatly, I am. I can't believe she's retiring." Becca replied shaking her head in sorrow. "She's such a great doctor. It's gonna be hard to fill her shoes."
"You've worked with her before, haven't you?"
"Yeah. I did an internship at a hospital in Manhattan, she was the leading doctor." She remarked. "She taught me pretty much everything I know."
"That must of been such an honor." Emily replied, as she reached down for her beeper. "They've got a gunshot victim on the way up here. It was wonderful to meet you, Rebecca." She looked to Elizabeth with a smile. "And, I'll see you tonight at dinner."
Becca pulled her hair back into a clip as Emily turned on her heel and left. "I gotta get to work too. Take care hun." She turned to Elizabeth with a smile.
