Journeylove- Two reviews for me. I feel special and loved. Yes, on the show Lois has essentially gone the way of the dodo. They didn't have any direction for her, and, coupled with Lesli Kay's real life pregnancy, apparently the powers that be and GH decided to go and get rid of her barely a few months after she had been placed on contract. In my story, however, Lois will have no such problem. While she is not front and center, Lois plays an instrumental part in at least two plot points that will unravel before the stories end, one of them has already been written, which you shall see eventually. You're right, the show is horribly boring, really, really boring.

The idea that you propose does have promise, although the idea of someone who is at least eight years older than Brook having claims on her is a little bit creepy. An interesting idea indeed, but, sadly, not necessarily one that will fit within the context of what I'm doing here, although an old enemy of Sonny's shall show up eventually, but that person certainly wouldn't have interests on Brook in a sexual way.

Story-

Kelly's-

If there was ever a place where Damian thought he could find his grandfather, it was Kelly's. Despite that, it was also the last place that he checked, because it was the most obvious. Why wouldn't his father have checked the place where Mike always was? Even if Sonny was going through one of his erratic fits, which were entirely understandable at times and at other times not so much, Sonny surely should have had enough common sense to know that the best place to look would be the restaurant. It was only after Damian had combed the other places of Port Charles where Michael could have been with his grandfather that he turned to the restaurant. The park came up empty, so did the docks, and Mike's house was locked. Although the boy wasn't nearly as worried about the situation as his father, Damian was not going to say that there wasn't cause for alarm. Things could happen, a fact that he knew all too well. They tried to keep the fact that there were people and events that would hurt Michael from the child, but that didn't mean that they didn't happen.

"Aunt Elizabeth…" he was out of breath from his marathon walk/jog through the town, but, luckily, a friendly face was there to greet him. "Has Michael been here with Grandpa today?"

Elizabeth could see that he was panting, could see that he was tired, it was clearly displayed in his eyes. She quickly poured him a glass of water and handed it over. "Mike's… Mike's been here for almost half an hour, Damian. Michael came with him, but, when I went into the back and came back out, Michael was gone."

"What do you mean, gone?" He really didn't like that word, 'gone.' It meant so much, and none of it was really very good.

Mike came out from the kitchen, hearing Damian's voice, and then hearing the way that it sounded, which Mike worried about. "Is everything all right?"

"Where's Michael?" Damian asked immediately.

"He's upstairs. He was tired after everything that we did today, I told him that he could go into the room that you still have up there and take a nap. I don't think you would mind…" Mike saw the look in his face. "Did… did something happen? Sonny? My God… is Sonny all right?" Despite the differences that they had as father and son, Mike loved Sonny with all his heart, and he would hate to see his boy dead.

Damian shook his head, finally catching his breath, an act that was helped immensely because he didn't have to worry about scouring Port Charles some more. "Dad… dad called me at the hospital, and he told me that Michael wasn't home yet, and that he tried to call you, but you didn't answer your phone. I told him that he was worrying too much, but he begged me to look for Michael. I've been looking everywhere, but… nothing."

"I'm sorry, Damian," Mike said softly, "I didn't know that it was going to be something that would make Sonny freak out so much."

"I just… I need to see him." Damian put the half-finished glass of water on the counter and made his way up the stairs. He may have had a room above Kelly's, but it was nothing more than that, a room. It was once the place where he stayed, the place that he thought he would stay at while he was in Port Charles, but it wasn't. He had a home now. A home that he enjoyed living in, a home that in some ways felt more like a home than his grandparents' house in Los Angeles, because he was more welcome there than anywhere else. His grandparents loved him, the other members of his family on the west coast merely tolerated him because he was blood.

He pulled out the key to the room, keeping it on his person at all times. There was never any telling when he would use the room again. It could happen at any time, because there could always be some thing that Sonny did that Damian just couldn't accept, that would push him away again. He didn't like to admit that it was a possibility, but it was, and that was not something that he could deny. The door opened as quietly as possible, just in case Michael was asleep, Damian didn't want to wake him up. He saw Michael's face through the soft rays of light that came from the hallway that pierced through the dark room, illuminating his childish and cherub-like face. Knowing that Michael was all right made Damian feel greatly alleviated of any stress.

Pulling away, Damian stood in the hallway and picked up the phone, pressing the button that would automatically send the signal to the house. The phone rang and Sonny picked it up on the second ring, obviously, he was still worried. "Dad, it's me… Michael's at Kelly's, in the room that I used to stay in, he's asleep right now."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but Michael's safe. Like I said, he's asleep."

"Bring him home."

"Dad…"

"Damian, just do it. Please." Sonny didn't want either of his children to be running around Port Charles, not until he knew that everything was going to be all right. "Wake him up and tell him that I need him to be here, I need both of you to be here."

"What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you when you get here…"

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"Just listen to me, please," he hated to beg, but if that was what it was going to take in order for his kid to actually bring Michael back, then so be it. "This isn't something that I can talk about over the phone, it's something that we should discuss together."

"Fine…" Damian loathed the way that Sonny still kept things from him. From Michael it was understandable, Damian kept things from Michael all the time, and would do so for Morgan when he was old enough. It wasn't because of any malicious reason, it was because they wanted to preserve the innocence that Michael and Morgan had, innocence that could be lost within a few seconds, if it went about unprotected. "I'll be home as soon as I can, and I'll bring Michael."

"What did Sonny say?" Mike asked, having walked up the stairs, still wondering what was going on. He waited until the conversation between father and son had finished.

"He wants me and Michael back home as soon as possible. I need to wake my brother up… but first, you need to tell me what happened? Where did you go, why didn't you have your phone on?"

"Michael wanted to go see the dinosaur exhibit at a museum a few towns over. You know him, when he wants to do something he won't relent until we finally agree to do it… but they have a rule that cell phones need to be turned off, because kids could be trying to learn and everything. I turned the phone off, and we were having such a good time just talking the way back that I forgot to turn it on…"

"I see…"

"Sonny's probably upset at me."

"I think it's something a little bit worse than that, Grandpa," Damian said lightly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I just have this feeling… dad should know that there is nothing that would keep you from making sure that Michael was as safe as he could be. I know that deep down he realized it, but he kept on doing something, saying something that would make him feel like Michael was being threatened. I don't know my father that well, I openly admit that fact, but I can tell when he's worried about something, because he acts irrationally, he loses the cool demeanor that he usually has… it's like the mask that he wears cracks, and he gets scared."

"Maybe I should go with you…"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but if he is mad at you for keeping your phone off like you did, then it would probably be in your best interest to stay away from him until he cools down. I'll talk to him, tell him that you were just adhering to the rules that you had to follow while you were with Michael, and that you forgot to turn the phone off when you left the place… it's happened before, to him, probably. But… I need to get him. I'll call you when everything settles down."

"Are you okay?" Mike asked, trying to decipher what was going on inside of Damian's head. Usually he was open and honest, but there were times when even he decided to take a page out of his father's book and be a little secretive.

"I'll be a lot better once I find out what's bugging my father so much. Don't worry, I'm not upset at you or anything." And he wasn't, Mike did nothing wrong, other than make a small mistake that people made from time to time. The boy walked into the bedroom and gently nudged the boy, "Hey, buddy… you need to wake up."

Michael slowly opened his eyes, squinting as the light hit his face, a hand placed in front of his face to help with the glare, but he recognized the voice. "Damian? What are you doing here?"

"I came to come get you. Dad wants us home…"

"Why?"

"I don't know, Michael," Damian sat on the edge of the bed, trying to sound as unworried as he possibly could, an act that he had learned to perfect shortly after becoming Michael's big brother. He couldn't act like he was worried, Michael would pick up on it, he wasn't oblivious to the things that the adults around him tried to keep from him. "But the sooner we leave, the sooner we find out."

"Where's Grandpa Mike?"

"Right here, kiddo," Mike had stayed around, just in case something had happened. He poked his head through the doorway. "Thanks for spending all that time with me, I had more fun than I've had in a long time. We'll have to do it again some time."

Michael smiled, the glare finally adjusting enough to the point that he could see. "I think so, too. I had a lot of fun." Michael slipped on his shoes quickly and ran over to hug his grandfather. "Bye, Grandpa."

"Bye, Michael," Mike gave a shallow wave and gently touched Damian's shoulder, a knowing glance received between the two of them before his eldest grandson walked behind Michael and down the stairs. Mike leaned his head against the wall, "Oh, Michael," he said Sonny's real name, something that he rarely did, "what happened now?"

The Docks-

The shortest way to the Harbor View Towers from Kelly's was through the docks. Damian was walking with Michael by his side as quickly as he could. Each passing moment was just another moment in which Sonny could get more upset about the fact that they weren't there. He had hoped that the two of them would not run into anyone, but, in Port Charles, such a thing was just not possible.

She sat on the bench, looking at the sea. She had called in to work, didn't want to deal with anyone, not at that moment. But, when she heard her name being called, she smiled and turned around. Michael ran towards his grandmother and hugged her. Bobbie looked down at him, "Hi, sweetie!"

"I didn't know that you were going to be here," Michael said happily, as if he was being blessed with everything that he wanted. Rare was it when he got to see his grandparents on the same day, they were both busy, and now that Damian wasn't around as much Michael found himself no longer surrounded by people that he loved, although he knew the love was always going to be there.

"I just felt like watching the ocean for a little while," Bobbie replied. "Sometimes I like to listen to the sounds that it makes… what are you two doing?"

"We're on our way home," Damian walked down the stairs, wondering how Bobbie was holding up with everything that had happened. It just seemed like, for him, there was one more problem stacked upon another and another each time he turned around. Sometimes he wondered why he stayed in Port Charles after the first week, everything just seemed like it threatened to consume him, and at times, it almost had. "Dad wants me and Michael home as soon as possible… so we'd better…"

"Can't we stay for just a little while?" Michael asked in his begging voice, "I just want to talk with Grandma for a few minutes. I'll tell daddy what happened, I'll tell him that I made you stay with me and grandma, he won't get mad at you…"

"Honey, you know you can see me whenever you want… you just have to ask, and I'll always be there for you."

Damian shrugged, "I'm sure dad won't mind. He knows how important you are to Michael, and he won't be happy unless he spends a few moments with you…"

"Thanks," Michael looked over to his brother, who always seemed to know the right thing to do or say.

"Don't mention it, but, remember, if dad gets upset, you have to tell him that this was your idea, not mine."

"I don't want either of you to get in trouble…"

Durant walked down the few steps that kept him above the family gathering, a family that he was unknowingly a part of, "Expecting someone like him not to get in trouble is like expecting for it to rain gold, Barbara Jean… just isn't going to happen." He smiled his devilish smile as he looked at both Bobbie and Damian.