Samsonlove- There are no plans for Damian to care for Lois. I never even thought about that, although it would have made a decent little subplot. However, since the conclusion to the story has basically been written, I can't do much about it. That's not to say that he won't, at some time in the story, take care of another character that he is connected with. I love Lois as well, and, apparently, Lesli just got cast for the bold and the beautiful. Don't know about her role, since I don't watch the show, but yeah, she's got a new role. Good for her. The people at GH treated her so poorly. In the last story, Dillon told Damian that Brook was infatuated with him. I believe that Damian truly thinks that it is nothing more than just a crush and not a full blown enamoring, but he is well aware of the fact that Brook likes him. And, since he cares about Brook as a friend, and since it's Damian, he doesn't want to push her away and hurt her. I suppose Maxie is thinking like Mac, but, after all the years they've spent together… it was only a matter of time.

Story-

Port Charles-

"I still say that you could have made a better dinner than that…"

"The house doesn't have the same kind of ambiance, Carly, you know that."

"Who said I wanted ambiance?" Carly asked coyly.

"I'm sure we wouldn't have had nearly as much fun dancing if we had to move all of the toys that the boys left scattered around the house while we were doing it." Sonny could imagine what it would be like, dancing with his beautiful wife while he tripped over one of Morgan's many stuffed animals. Yeah, they had someone who could clean the house, but, for, whatever reason the children that Sonny and Carly had seemed to be able to make more messes than anyone could hope to clean up. Even Superman would have difficulty doing it, and not the Jason Morgan variety.

"We would have been reminded of the reasons why we're so happy together, though."

"We know why we're happy together," Sonny said as he laced his hand through his wife's, leading her out of the building and towards the waiting limo. "We always feel the children in our hearts, Carly. No matter where we are, no matter how we're feeling, we never forget the reasons why we're alive, why we fight so hard to keep everything together." It was more of a reminder for Sonny, but that was all right with him. If he needed to be reminded of the children, of why he fought tooth and nail against anyone and everyone who dared to threaten the sanctity of his family then what was wrong with that?

"At least we can be happy together… unlike some people…"

Sonny didn't need to even think about what Carly was trying to say, he knew very well that she was speaking about Lois and Ned. Ned had left the restaurant shortly after Lois had stormed out, Sonny giving him a very dirty look as he passed by. Sonny loved Lois like a sister, and he hated seeing her get hurt. He knew that it was Ned who had hurt her, it was almost always Ned who hurt her. "I wish I knew what was going on between them…"

"I could give you a list, but I probably don't have the time."

"Carly…"

"What?" She shrugged nonchalantly. "Look, just because you think the world of Lois doesn't mean that I'm not going to say what I think about her, and what I think is that she has a lot of emotional baggage that she needs to deal with, but is never able to."

"Funny… she said the same thing about you."

"Which of us is right?"

"Both of you…"

"Sonny!" Carly playfully batted at his shoulder with her hand. "I don't have half the emotional angst that Lois has!"

"You're right, you have double the emotional angst that Lois has…"

"If you weren't so handsome, and the father of my children, and the love of my life, that statement you just made would be more than enough of a reason to leave you."

"You forgot the money…"

"There are plenty of people here in Port Charles with enough money to keep me happy."

"Then you forgot the dimples."

Carly snapped her fingers, "I always forget your damned dimples. Show them to me, Sonny. Come on, just for me."

Sonny smiled, showing the dimples that were often the defeat of many a person, but, as soon as he did smile, his phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the number. "It's the house…" knowing that it could have been something that was imperative, Sonny opened up the clamshell top and placed it next to his ear. "Yeah?"

"Sonny, it's me…"

"Courtney? Why are you at the house, is something wrong with the children?"

"No, Sonny, nothing is wrong with the children. Michael's in his room playing a video game and Morgan's asleep. Leticia is watching him just in case something happens."

"Then why do you sound like you're hiding something from me? Why do you sound so sad?"

Courtney knew that he would pick up on the sound of her voice. Her brother had a way of finding out things about people, even when they tried their hardest to hide them from Sonny. It rarely ever worked. "Are you on your way home, or are you still at the restaurant?"

"I don't see why that matters…"

Carly was no longer calm. She knew that the boys were all right, because if they weren't Sonny would have been acting a lot more erratic than he was, but he kept on asking questions and wondering about why Courtney sounded sad. Did something happen? "Sonny, what's going on?" Her question was met with only a physical response from Sonny, who placed his hand up to silence her.

"Because you might need to head over to the hospital…"

"The hospital? Courtney, just tell me what's going on. Stop beating around the bush, please. You're making me nervous."

"It's Lois, Sonny. Brook Lynn called the house a little while ago and she talked to Dillon because he was in the hallway and… we don't know that much, but we know that there was an accident, and she's in the hospital right now. Dillon hasn't called, I don't even know if he's with Brook yet. But… she's your best friend, and… I just thought that you should know that something had happened to her."

Sonny felt a cold chill run through his entire body the moment that he heard that there could be something wrong with Lois. Lois? His Lois? The one who always seemed to be completely unbreakable? The one who could help him find something to smile and laugh about regardless of how bad things were going in his life? The one who he would joke about marrying when he was a little boy, because she was his best friend, and his only girl friend? "I'm on my way…" barely able to feel anything, Sonny ended the call and looked over at Carly, "Have the driver take you back to the penthouse…"

"Why? What's wrong? What about the hospital? Did something happen to Jason?"

"Lois was in an accident, Carly. I'm going to be over there, to be there when my friend wakes up…"

"I'm coming with you."

Sonny stared at her, "You and Lois can't be in the same room for thirty seconds without trying to attack one another, and I don't mean that in the verbal sense, you break out your claws. Right now Lois could be… Lois could be in a lot of trouble, she could need someone who cares about her to be there. She needs me…"

"And you need me, Sonny," Carly grabbed on to his arm tightly. "Look, I'm not going to pretend like I care about Lois, because I really don't, but I've never wanted her to get into an accident, I've never wanted her to get hurt, and, since this has happened, there's a chance…"

"Don't say it."

"Fine, I won't say it, but that doesn't mean that the odds still aren't there. I want to believe that it won't happen, Sonny. But, in case it does, I don't want you to feel like you can't have someone there to be with you when it does. Besides… I… just want to make sure she's all right, too…"

"You mean it?"

"Yeah, Sonny, I mean it."

He looked at her, reading her face, her emotions as best he could. Sonny was sometimes a poor judge of character, but when it came to Carly he was hardly that, nobody knew Carly as well as Sonny did, not even Carly herself, and, in that moment, he didn't see anything on her face, he didn't feel anything but an overwhelming aura of sincerity. "Come on, let's go."

General Hospital-

"What if she's… what if…"

"Brook, don't think like that," Dillon had been caring for his niece completely since the moment that he found her in a crumpled heap at the docks. She was barely able to stand up, but they made it to the hospital together. The whole time that they were walking Dillon had to listen to Brook tell him about each and every mistake that she had ever made when it came to her mother, as if she was trying to confess all of her sins before it was too late, and somehow, Dillon became the priest that she would use to converse with God. God tended to dislike people with his hairstyle, but, if it managed to make Brook feel better then Dillon was more than happy to do it.

"Mom…" Brook called out into the void, trying to feel her mother. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry for doing everything that I did to you, for making your life so unhappy…"

"Listen to me," Dillon said, pulling her away from his shoulder so that he could look at her directly, "you never made your mother unhappy, Brook. I've talked to Lois a few times and every time she ever mentioned you her face lit up, even when she was upset at you for something that you did or something that you said it never for one moment took away from the feelings of love that she had for you, and it never will."

"I need to go…"

"Where are you going?"

"I just… I need to…"

Dillon stood up and followed her, "I'll go with…"

"No," Brook shook her head, her eyes still stained with the many tears that had fallen from her face. "Dillon, I need to do this alone, please. I just… I need to do something all by myself…"

Dillon watched as she turned the corner, fading away into the distance. He wanted to follow her, he truly did, but he thought that it would be better for both of them if he did indeed listen to his niece and keep his distance. He didn't know Brook very well, who was he to try and act like he knew what she needed, or what she wanted? Dillon picked up his cell phone once more and dialed his brother's number. There was still no answer. "Ned, this is like the fifth message that I've left for you in an hour, I need you to call me as soon as you can, it's really important." He would have called the house, but there was a chance that his mother could have answered, rare though it was when Tracy answered the phone herself. Still, the possibility existed and if he heard his mother, who had always treated Lois so badly, he would probably just blow up at her. He didn't need something like that.

Dillon paced around the waiting area, looking for something to do, thinking about all the possibilities that he had, about the things that he could do to make Brook's suffering a little easier to deal with. Try as he might, Dillon's brain just wasn't functioning in a way that he wanted it to. What could he do? Then, another name popped into his head. Dillon pulled out his phone once more and dialed another speed dial. "Please answer your phone… please…"

"What's up, Dillon?"

"Thank God you picked up the phone…"

"I'm not screening my calls…"

"Where are you?"

"On my way home… why?"

"I need you to come to the hospital. Please."

"The hospital, why?"

"Just come… all right?"

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." Damian placed the phone back in his pocket, wondering just why it was so imperative that he make it back to the hospital. What was going on? And, whatever it was, was it something that he wanted to actually know about?