Note: Welcome to Chapter 20, and the 100 page mark! Break out the balloons and other celebratory knickknacks. I'd like to thank the people who are still reading this for sticking around and all that good jazz.

Journeylove- Brook's love life will take a bit of center stage eventually, but not in the way that you're requesting, no mini-mobsters with the yearning desire for a siren. It should still be somewhat interesting, I hope. I'm looking forward to writing it when I can get the chance, although that isn't for a little while. Yes, I miss Lois too, she was woefully underused and then just cast aside. Truly a horrible thing to do, but GH has no shame, so they do it anyway.

Story-

"John?" Bobbie glared up at the man who was Michael's grandfather. "What are you doing here? Haven't you caused me enough pain for the day?"

"Never enough, Bobbie," Durant replied, not trying to hold back the fact that, while he and Barbara Jean had once had a very intimate relationship, any connection that they once had was long since eradicated, and now, all that remained was the animosity.

"Who are you?" Michael asked, ever curious to find out who every single person that ever came across his face was. Nobody could fault him for his childlike curiosity. "And why are you being so mean to my…"

"Michael, we need to go," Damian quickly cut in before Michael could say any more. It wasn't like Damian to cut his little brother off mid-thought, but he had reasons for doing it. John wasn't supposed to find out that Bobbie had a child, and, if Michael called her grandma then it would imply that a child had indeed been born to Bobbie. Lucas was much too young to have a child that was Michael's age, which would make that excuse impossible to believe.

"I thought you said that we could stay…"

Durant got on his knees so that he could see eye to eye with Michael, "If you know what's good for you, buddy, you might want to stay away from someone like him, he's not a very good person."

"My big brother is a good person!" Michael quickly countered, "And don't call me buddy!" Michael hated it when anyone called him 'buddy' that he didn't know or care about, and Durant managed to make it on that list.

"Big brother?" Durant glanced over to Damian, who looked incredibly worried. "Well, this is unexpected…"

"Leave us alone!" Michael yelled at Durant, resisting the urge to kick the man in the knee, or maybe just a little higher. "Go away, leave us all alone!"

"Michael!" Damian grabbed his brother's hand, "Come on, we need to go…"

"I'm sure we'll run into each other again," Durant called out to Michael, "it might take a few years, but I'm sure there will be a time when I see your face on a most wanted poster…"

Bobbie, no longer able to take John's words, especially the way that he insulted the people that she cared about, brought her hand back and slapped the unsuspecting man with all of her might, it sent him reeling, toppling backwards onto his back. Bobbie was very pleased with the results.

"You know, I could put you in jail for assaulting me…"

"And then I would get a lawyer, one that is more than capable enough to deal with you, and what would happen, John? We would go to court, and you would have to admit that you had a connection with me once upon a time, that you had an affair with a whore…"

"I'm sure you wouldn't admit that."

"I've already told you, I have nothing that I need to hide. These people in Port Charles know who I am, know what I've done in my life. I have nothing that I need to keep from them, or from anyone else that comes into contact with me. Can you say the same thing?" Bobbie may have been intimidated by John, and she was, but she wasn't going to let him bully her into doing something, just because he thought that she could. There was a time when Bobbie believed that she had no voice, but Bobbie wasn't that person anymore, she knew better, much better.

John pulled himself up to his feet, the snicker and the grin never leaving his face, even as he checked his mouth, seeing the smallest droplet of blood appear on his finger. He looked at Bobbie and knew that Bobbie had a point, he couldn't take the risk of something putting a black mark on his career, not while he was busy trying to set up his seat of power in a new place. "I suppose you have a good reason for smacking me."

"I've got plenty," Bobbie replied bluntly, "but the reason that I slapped you, the main was, was because of the way that you spoke about those two fine young men."

"Please… how blind are you? Damian Corinthos is Sonny Corinthos's son, Bobbie. That means that he is a killer in training."

"Damian is an intern at General Hospital!" Bobbie yelled, hoping to smack some sense into John and his horrible way of placing stigmas on people who didn't deserve them. He had done that ever since she met him when he was younger, when he had hair. "He is going to be a wonderful doctor, he is going to help hundreds, thousands of people…"

"You want to believe that, don't you?" John wondered. "Bobbie, I've seen people like him, I've seem them time and time again. They try and get away from the life that they were born into, but they can't, because it's a part of who they are."

"Stop it, John, just stop it…" Bobbie said softly. "You don't understand anything, you never have. You want to think that you know everything, but you don't know anything. You think that you can just say that people are going to be one way, when they're not. You should know better than anyone else that things don't always turn out the way that they looked five or ten years ago. Did you think that I would be the top nurse of General Hospital when you took me to bed, paying for my services?"

"Are you going to hold that over my head forever?"

"I just might," Bobbie realized then and there that she had something that she could use as ammunition against John. "I swear, if you don't leave them alone, I'm going to find someone who listen to my story, John, and I'm going to tell them everything that I can about you, about the person that you used to be, about how you would always come looking for me when you wanted a good time. I know how important the public image is to someone like you… and I can destroy it like that." She snapped her finger for added impact.

John walked up to her face and stared, his hot breath running down her body, "You'd like to think that things are that easy, wouldn't you? But, like so many things in life, you don't realize just how complicated they can be. You do what you feel is necessary, Bobbie, but if you open a can of worms, don't be surprised by what happens at the end."

"Just leave me alone…"

"You can't get rid of me that easily, you know. I will be back."

"I'll know by the overwhelming urge to stab my eyes out with something sharp and pointy…"

"Goodbye, Bobbie. For now." John took a step to the side and then continued on his way, still entertained by the altercation that he had with Bobbie and Damian, just two of the people that he hoped to bring down before he left town. However, John couldn't help but wonder just what had happened between Bobbie and Damian, and the other little boy. Who was he?

Bobbie sighed heavily and sat back down on the bench, sinking her head into her hands and trying to keep her emotions in check. Thankfully, Damian had managed to find a way to get Michael out of the way before things became too much for the boy to handle. Bobbie never wanted Michael to know that the man that he had just met moments before was his paternal grandfather. In fact, she never wanted Michael to meet John at all, but everything seemed to be getting more and more difficult to cover up. What was she going to do in case her plans fell apart?

Outside the Corinthos Household-

Michael had found himself almost being dragged by the hand as he and Damian made their way home. Michael didn't want to say anything, but he could see it in Damian's face, something that he didn't think that he would ever see: worry. Whoever that man was… something about him spooked Michael's elder brother.

"Come on, Michael, dad wants us inside the house…"

"No."

Damian turned and looked at the boy, "Michael, please, I'm not kidding around. We need to go inside."

"I want to know who that man is…" Michael replied. "I want to know what's going on, you don't look like you're very happy right now…"

"I'm just tired, I spent a long time looking for you, running around Port Charles because dad was worried about you." So it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth. He had recovered from the fatigue that came to him after running around looking for Michael.

"You're lying!" Michael yelled, the anger not being hidden in his voice. "I thought that you would never lie to me!"

"Michael…"

"Don't," Michael shook his head, "I came back because you wanted me to, because daddy wanted me to, I'm done now…"

Jason opened the door of his penthouse to see a visibly upset Michael. Immediately, the part of Jason that would always be Michael's father took over, as he walked over and tried to touch Michael, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"Just leave me alone!" Michael didn't want to talk with anyone. Too upset to stay around people who he had foolishly believed were being honest with him, Michael opened the door and ran inside the house.

Jason turned his azure eyes onto Damian. While Jason cared about Damian, Jason loved Michael, dearly, and if Damian did anything that had hurt Michael, Jason would make sure that it never happened again. "What's wrong with Michael, Damian?"

"He's mad…"

"I can see that."

"He's mad at me because I won't tell him why I pulled him away from Bobbie when we saw her while we were on the way home…"

"Why did you? Bobbie's his grandmother…"

Damian wanted to tell Jason the truth, that he had encountered his paternal grandfather, but Jason had no clue that John Durant was Carly's father, and, while it pained the boy to keep such a secret from everyone, he had given Bobbie his word, and he would not betray that word. "Someone else was there…"

"Who?"

Sonny had been waiting for Michael and Damian to come back to the house, but when he saw his young son dash into the house and up to his room, without a single word, Sonny realized that things weren't as peachy as he wanted to believe they were. In the middle of Jason and Damian's conversation, he walked out of the house, looking for the other boy. "What's wrong with Michael?"

"That's what I want to find out," Jason replied, keeping his cold glare on Damian. "Michael's upset because Damian didn't want to let him spend time with Bobbie…"

"Bobbie? I thought he was with Mike…"

"He was," Damian said, wishing that everything would be over soon, his head was starting to throb, and he hated it when his head was in pain. "I looked for Michael like you wanted me to, dad… I found him with Grandpa, and I told Michael that we needed to get back to the house because you wanted us here… but he saw Bobbie while we were walking through the docks… and then…"

"And then what?"

"I had to take him away from Bobbie…"

"I wanted you to come back as soon as you could, I'm sure Bobbie understands." Sonny thought that his son did the right thing. After all, Bobbie did know everything that could go on in Sonny's life, and she didn't accept it, but she understood that Sonny would do anything to make sure that her grandsons never got hurt, everything that was within his power.

Jason wasn't willing to let the explanation go without more information. After all, Damian had mentioned that someone else was there. "Damian, who was at the docks when you saw Bobbie?"

"Someone else was at the docks?"

Damian rested his head against the wall, why couldn't Jason forget? Why did he have to have such a damned good memory? "It was John Durant… all right? John Durant is in Port Charles… and he's here because the two of you are here and he wants to bring the two of you down…"