Samsonlove- The ending hasn't even been written yet. I might be a bit ahead, but even I'm not that far ahead. I don't even know how I want the story to end just yet, I have some hankerings, but nothing that is so definite that I can decide it is 'the' ending. I think that Maxie becoming a cop would also make a good storyline, although I doubt that she will, let alone have Mac 'let' her do it.

Story-

Port Charles Police Department-

It was a slow night in Port Charles, but, make no mistake, people in Port Charles enjoyed the slow nights a lot more than they enjoyed the nights where things were going to hell. It usually meant one thing: Sonny Corinthos was in trouble again, and, ever since his son made his appearance in Port Charles all those months ago, which seemed like so much longer to certain people. One of those people was Mac Scorpio, and, now, whenever there was something that involved Sonny and trouble, Mac couldn't help but wonder if Damian was involved, and, in turn, if his daughter was in trouble as well. Each and every time that there was a call about something that happened that even remotely seemed like Sonny, Mac had to fight the urge to call Maxie and make sure that she was all right. Maxie had always been a handful, ever since she decided that she wanted to be more independent and go against the grain that Mac had tried so hard to maintain, but, now that she was busy shacking it up with Damian and his father, things just got a whole lot worse for Mac.

"Sitting on your ass isn't going to help solve the problems on this street, Commissioner Scorpio."

Mac turned around from his seat, putting the picture that he had of himself and his daughter's at Maxie's graduation back on the bookshelf that was behind him. Had it really only been seven months since his little girl became a woman, since she got out of high school and was well on her way to entering the real world? Mac was so proud of Maxie on that day, so happy for everything that was going to happen, but now, when he thought about it, he wished that she would have stayed in high school a little while longer. Damian certainly wouldn't have gone and dated a girl that was still a minor, Mac understood Damian's admittedly pretty decent moral values, and that wasn't one of them.

"I'm not, as you so bluntly put it, sitting on my ass, John," Mac replied, turning around in his chair. "The minute something happens on my streets I'm going to find a way to deal with it, but, until then, we have a night where there isn't anything happening, and I for one am going to take it as the blessing that it is."

"Who do you think you're fooling, Mac?" John asked. "You could be doing one of so many things right now to bring down that bastard Corinthos and his puppet, but instead all I see is a group of men and women in the main part of the police department busy drinking coffee and eating donuts!"

Lucky walked in, a half eaten donut in his hand. Mac gave him a dirty look that made Lucky think that he had done something wrong. However, he didn't think that he had. Curious, Lucky couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

John snickered, "I rest my case…"

Mac rolled his eyes, "Lucky, did you need something, or did you just come in to humiliate me in front of one of the most powerful lawmen in the country?"

"Someone needs to get over to the hospital…"

"The hospital?" Mac finally got up out of his chair, ready to spring into action in case he was needed. "Why, what's wrong?"

"There was an accident, a woman ended up swerving off the road. Someone saw it happened and called 9-1-1, but there was no indication of anything that had caused the accident to happen. We might have a DUI on our hands."

"How is she?" Mac asked.

"We don't know yet. I called my Aunt, she said that whenever she found out any information about the condition of the person she would give me a call so that I could tell you." Lucky's voice lowered itself as he readied to tell Mac the rest of the information. "Mac, there's more… the person… the person who got in the accident is Lois."

"Lois?"

"It's obvious what is going on here," Durant finally opened his mouth after moments of wonderful silence. "Sonny Corinthos decided that he wanted to take the woman out because she knew too much."

Lucky defended Sonny almost instantly, a rare thing, but Lucky knew that Sonny would never do something like that to Lois, and the young man was getting more than fed up with John and his inability to shut up. "Lois and Sonny are best friends, they've been best friends since they were children. Sonny might be a lot of things, but he has never once caused any sort of harm to any woman, he doesn't work like that."

"What about his first wife?" John remarked, "The one who got blown up in the car bomb that was intended for him? The one who died carrying Sonny's first child with her?"

"You're a sick individual, you know that," Lucky didn't need to know much about John to know that he didn't like him. Ignoring the man as best he could, Lucky turned his attentions back to his boss, "Mac, if you want me to do this, I can. I know that you and Lois are friends. I know her, too, but it isn't like the relationship between the two of us is strong…"

"I think that would be best, Lucky, thank you."

"I'll come, too," John announced.

"Have fun walking," Lucky replied. "I can't stop you from following me, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let you take a ride to the hospital with me. You're not employed here, I don't have to coddle you in any way."

"I'll remember that when I take over Lansing's job as the DA of Port Charles, Lucky."

Showing no fear in his face, Lucky responded, "I'll take my chances."

Mac leaned against the desk when Lucky and Durant were gone. He turned his head up high and hoped that Lois would be all right. Like Lucky, Mac was almost certain that Sonny did not play a direct part in what had happened to Lois, but, unlike Lucky, Mac was not able to let him off the hook so easily. Maybe Sonny didn't have anything to do with it, but that didn't mean that it did not happen because of him. What if someone was striking at Lois because of her connection? That was what Mac feared when it came to his own daughter. What would happen if someone decided to use Maxie as a target again?

General Hospital-

Dillon paced around the waiting area of the hospital, because he was waiting for something. He was waiting for news on Lois, he was waiting for his brother to finally call him back, he was waiting for his best friend to come and help him deal with his niece. Everything was happening so quickly, Dillon just wanted to find some way to stop time so that he could take a breather. Was that so wrong?

The doors to the elevator finally opened and Damian walked through them. He looked for Maxie first, since the nurses' station was closest, but she wasn't there. It either meant that she was doing something, or that she was right around the corner comforting Dillon. For what it was worth, Damian hoped that it was the second option, because Dillon probably needed someone, and he couldn't be there right away. Maybe Georgie was there, although if she was Dillon probably wouldn't have called Damian with such a frantic tone of voice.

Damian turned the corner just in time to see Dillon sink into one of the couches and dip his head into his hands. Instantly, Damian was reminded of that night when Dillon found out about Lila's passing. It was probably worse now, because he wasn't sure if Lois was gone or if she wasn't, and the waiting was almost assuredly driving him crazy. "Dillon…"

Dillon wasn't going to cry, but there was a chance that his eyes could have gotten misty eyed. Before he showed his face to his friend, who he knew would not mock him for showing emotion, he quickly used his fingers to wipe away any residue of tears that had hoped to form. But that was all that he was going to do, he wasn't going to try and act strong, he wasn't going to try and look like he wasn't worried, because he was. "Thanks for coming…"

"You wanted me to come to the hospital, what else were you expecting me to do, say that I was too busy?" Damian smiled, hoping that a joke would help ease his friend's torment, it probably wasn't going to work, but nobody could fault Damian for wanting to find a way to help ease Dillon's pain. "Besides, you stuck around the hospital when I was here… figure I owe you a few hospital hours."

"Don't…" Dillon shook his head, "don't remind me of that time, all right?" He understood what Damian was trying to do it, and maybe after everything was taken care of, once he realized what was wrong, if things were going to be all right or if he would have to go through life without yet another person who he was connected to, he would thank Damian for the effort, but, at that moment, there wasn't going to be any thanking.

"Look, I know this is going to sound like it's a stupid question, but I need to ask it. How are you holding up?"

"I'm scared…"

"I know you're scared," Damian looked around for another person who was almost assuredly going to be there. Why wouldn't she be with her mother when she woke up? If… she woke up. "Hey, where's Brook?"

"That's why I called you," Dillon said, "I know that she cares about you, you know, in that way. I hate to ask you to use that right now, but I need someone to do it. I need someone who can break through to her. I tried to help her deal with her grief, but she didn't want me to do it. I can't get in touch with Ned, and she doesn't really have any friends at school, and since her mom is in the hospital she's also out of the question…"

"You want me to see how she's doing?"

"Please… she's my niece… I have to make sure that she's all right, or at least do something to help make her feel better. If you don't want to do it… if you can't do it because of the way that she feels about you I'll understand, but I'm asking you, as a friend…"

"Don't bother playing the friend card, Dillon," Damian interrupted him, "save it for when you want me to watch some incredibly boring movie, or help you write some essay for one of your classes. Brook's my friend, and I care about her, if she's going through some sort of pain, I want to be there to help her if I can. Where is she?"

"I don't know," Dillon shrugged, "she said that she needed to take care of something and then she stormed off. I wanted to follow her, but I thought that if I did and she caught me it would end up making everything worse. Right now she's just in so much pain, Damian. If I added to it, she might not ever forgive me. I might not ever forgive myself."

"I think I have an idea where she went… just stay here, and keep trying to get in touch with Ned, all right? He needs to know that Lois is in trouble."

Chapel-

Brook had been sitting on one of the pews and bawling her eyes out ever since she left her Uncle Dillon alone. Thankfully, the small chapel that was a part of the church was empty the entire time. Nobody else was having a single problem in the world but her, did that make it easier for God to listen? Hopefully, because, if there was ever a time when Brook needed God to hear her prayers, it was at that moment. She didn't want to lose her mother. Brook may have been driven insane by Lois on a regular basis, but that didn't mean that she still didn't love her mother. Her mother was the only person who understood Brook, at least at times.

Finally, after what seemed to be forever, Brook stood up from her pew and walked over to the candles, picking one up and lighting it off the wick of the candle that was right below the cross, the candle that burned eternally. She didn't really go to church that often, but that didn't mean that she didn't believe. God wouldn't care, right? It wouldn't make her less of a person worth listening to, because she didn't go to church on a regular basis, because she wasn't as devout as some people? Brook had so many questions, all she wanted was some answers, all she wanted was some help.

It didn't take long for him to reach the chapel. It was the most logical place for someone to turn to when they needed some help. He ran there when he was waiting for the test results to prove that he was Sonny's child, he ran to a church when he was dealing with the grief of losing his mother on her anniversary. Despite long ago abandoning his extreme devotion to God and to the house of God, Damian couldn't deny that there was something comforting about turning to the house when anyone needed a helping hand.

He saw her standing by the cross and quietly walked inside, letting the door close silently behind him. When he was close enough, he gently touched her shoulder. The shock caused her to gasp, but when she looked over and saw him looking at her, a sorrowful smile on his face, she broke down and leaned against him, sobbing and shaking with all the pent up feelings that she had tried to keep from everyone. Damian quickly placed a hand around Brook, patting her on the back, "It's going to be okay…"

Brook pulled away from his body to look up at him with her bloodstained eyes, "How do you know that? How can you stand there and tell me that everything is going to be all right? My mother was in an accident, Damian… do you know what that feels like? Do you know what it feels like to think that there might be a chance that you'll never see her again?"

"Yeah, I do, and I know how it feels to know that there is never a chance that you'll ever see her again," he didn't fault Brook for acknowledging the fact that he had lost his mother. When people were in pain it tended to slip their mind. "But I also know that until the doctors here tell you one way or the other about your mom that there's a good chance she'll make it out all right. You need to keep on believing that, Brook. General Hospital is one of the best hospitals around. Believe me, I work here…"

"Dillon sent you here, didn't he?"

"No, Dillon asked me to come and see how you were doing, but he didn't need to ask me, because once I found out that your mom was in an accident I would have come looking for you anyway. Nobody needs to tell me to care about you, Brook, because you're my friend and you matter to me. I just wanted to make sure that you're all right…"

"I will be, if you stay with me…"

Maxie passed by the chapel on her way back to the nurses' station. She didn't know what caused her to look inside the chapel, usually she didn't bother, but there was something that pulled her in and made her look. When she did look, and when she saw Brook with her arms around her boyfriend, Maxie assumed the worst. He had lied to her… crushed, she turned and walked away.