Queen of the Elven City- Per your request, Damian is going to be in this segment and the next one. Okay, not because of your request, it just turned out to be that way… but hey, you got lucky, right? As for Dillon? Not so much. He's coming up. I'm going to write a part with him in it later today, and it should be posted before the end of the week. I think it will be good. I was very afraid when Dillon got into the accident, and then when he collapsed. I screamed at the television 'Precious Dillon, Do Not Die!' As loud as a could. Granted, it was more for the comedy, because if Scott was going to leave the show I would know… but it was still good.

Story-

Carly had been accustomed to having shocks in her life. It came with the territory of both living in Port Charles and being connected to the people who she was connected to. Most of the time it involved something about her husband or her best friend. They were going to be in some mob war, or Sonny was really hurt and he didn't have a good chance of living. He always beat those odds, and she believed that it was because he had so much to live for that he never wanted to die. Sonny didn't want to leave everyone with the mistakes that he had made, not until he had a chance to fix them. The only problem with that was nobody thought Sonny made such horrible mistakes, nor did he have to fix them. He was doing what he thought was right.

But, Sonny wasn't the reason why she was so shocked. Far from it. Carly's shock came from her own life, which wasn't that rare in the overall scheme of things, but certainly happened less than being shocked because of what was going on around her family. The man in front of her, the evil man who was looking to destroy her family… he was her father. John Durant was her father? Carly refused to believe it, refused to give in to the words that were coming out of his mouth. Instead, she could only sneer at him, "You're lying, you sick, twisted bastard. You're lying!" If she said it over and over again maybe it would make it true. Maybe it would make everything go away. Maybe… but probably not.

"Why would I lie about something like that?" John asked, hoping that it would have gone better. Did he love his daughter? Probably not, since he didn't even know her, but he knew that he wanted to start understanding her. He wanted to learn who Carly was as a person. He wanted to get a chance to know his daughter, that way he could say that he did love her. "I'm your father, Carly. You're my daughter. I didn't know about it until I got here and saw you. When I did see you I thought about how much you reminded me of someone, but it didn't hit me at first. Then I realized that you look so much like one of my aunts, you're a dead ringer for her, and then I knew… knew that you came from my bloodline."

"Stop it!" Carly screamed so loudly that Morgan began to cry in his grandmother's arms, the baby feeling the negative emotion that was seeping through the area and being scared beyond words at it. His mother quickly looked over to him and started to shush him, "It's all right, baby. Everything's going to be all right."

"Can I hold him?" John asked. "I've never had a grandchild before… and he is cute." Was it just John's sudden connection to Morgan that made him think the baby was cute? Probably.

"Stay the hell away from me, my children, and the rest of my family!" Carly ordered. "I don't believe you! I don't believe that you're my father, and I'm never going to believe it…"

"Ask your mother," John said simply. "After all, she may have been a whore in her time, but she always knew who was the one that gave her you. Didn't you, Bobbie? Didn't you always have an idea of who it was that had sex with you that time that created the young woman that is standing right beside us?"

"Momma…" Carly knew that Bobbie could solve everything. She could make him go away. She could tell him that he was full of it and that nothing was going to change. They weren't going to know who Carly's father was, and she was going to accept that. "Momma… please… don't lie to me right now. I need you to be completely honest. Can you do that for me?"

"Carly…" Bobbie looked at her daughter with pleading eyes. Trying to tell her not to press the issue any further, because the only thing that was going to happen was that Carly was going to get hurt.

"Don't do this to me, mom! Please… just tell me the truth. I want to know the truth."

"I'd like to hear the truth come out of your mother's mouth as well. She's never actually admitted to me that I'm your father, but she certainly hasn't made a very good case against it. Come on, Bobbie. There's no stand here, but this is still your moment of truth. What are you going to do? Lie about it, or tell the truth…" either way, she would lose… but how much she would lose was up to her.

Bobbie looked down at Morgan, who was still sniffling. It was because of her. It was all because of her. Because of everything that she had kept hidden from her daughter since the beginning. All the things that Carly should have known about her past, the things that Bobbie knew about but kept from her daughter. Why couldn't she have just been honest before it was too late? "I'm sorry, Carly…" she began with a light whispering tone, "but, he's telling the truth. John Durant is your father."

"Did you get some test done? Did you draw his blood and compare it to mine when he was at the hospital? That's what you did, right? You realized that he could have been the one, and you knew how much I wanted to know who my father was so you tried to do something that would make it all better… that's what you did… right?"

Bobbie shook her head, "I've always known that he was your father, Carly. Ever since you came out of my body I knew that you were his. You looked like him, you still do…"

"Stop it! I do not look like him…"

"Actually, if you give me a few minutes I can point out all the parts of you that look like me… if you want, that is."

"Leave me the hell alone!"

"But I just want to start building a connection with you."

"Listen to me, and listen to me good… you could be my father, you could be the man who helped create me, but that's it. That's all you're ever going to be to me, John… just the sperm donor to my mother's egg that ended up forming what I would become. You want to destroy my entire livelihood, don't you? You still want to destroy my husband and my best friend…"

"I just want to make sure that dangerous people are taken off the street. Now, I want to protect you and my grandchildren from that same amount of pain. The little boy… Michael, was it? I saw him at school once. He looked so happy playing around his friends at the kickball court. But I know that he's never that happy when he's not at school, because he's always going to be worried about what could happen, who could come and attack him…"

"You've been stalking my child?"

"Of course not, I just wanted to see him one more time before I came out and told you. I want him to consider me a grandfather to him."

"He has a grandfather! Mike is the only grandfather that Michael will ever need!"

"But he's not even related by blood…"

"Do you actually think that matters to any of us?" Carly wondered. "Family isn't made by blood, John. It's made by the love that people feel for one another, the way that they feel around each other. You could be my father, and you probably are… as much as it hurts me to admit it, but you're not family."

"If you give me time…"

"I don't want to give you time. Just stay the hell away from me! And I swear, if you take down my family, my real family, you'll be beyond dead to me. You won't even register on my meter anymore."

Bobbie was still in her own state of shock. It was so hard to think about everything that was going on. Her world was spinning around and around, like that song. It was only because of the fact that she was holding Morgan that she didn't topple over. But, she felt the baby yanked from her arms. "Carly…"

"Don't talk to me right now, mother," Carly said with her trademark amount of scorn and attitude. "Right now I don't even know how I feel about you. You lied to me…"

"I did it to protect you!"

"How did it protect me, mom? How did finding out like this protect me? I would have listened, I would have understood, but you didn't even bother to give me that chance, did you? I'll see you later. And please, neither of you follow me. I just need to sort this out by myself."

Bobbie wanted to say something, but what could she say? Anything that came out of her mouth would just seem like an excuse, something that she said because she wanted to make it seem like everything she did wasn't bad, that she had a reason for doing the things that she did, even when she didn't have a legit reason. Instead of making an excuse, Bobbie could only watch her daughter leave, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

"That was fun."

She turned around and shot daggers at John with her eyes. "You've ruined everything that I had with my daughter, John! I hope you're happy!"

John snickered, "It's like Christmas came all over again."

Inside Kelly's, Carly was still fuming. She wanted to look back at them but knew that she couldn't, because it would make the pain all that much more difficult to handle. Instead, she walked into the back. Mike was there, cooking, "Mike! I need you!"

"What's wrong?"

"Please… take Morgan for a little while."

"Carly, I'm working."

"Mike, please!" Carly hated to beg for anything, but when the circumstances were as such that she needed to do it she certainly wasn't above the action. "I just… I can't have him around me right now, because I don't want to scare him and my life is just… it's a mess…"

"What happened, maybe I can help…"

"You can help by taking Morgan. I know how this sounds, I know that it must put you out, but I wouldn't ask you to do this if it wasn't extremely important to me. Please, Mike… please…"

Mike looked into her eyes. He'd never seen her like that, never seen her so torn up by something that she looked like she was going to break. It was because of the sight that was in front of him that he knew he couldn't deny Carly her request. "All right, I'll just put the carrier on the counter, Elizabeth can help me watch him, and maybe he'll bring in a few customers…"

"Thanks so much, Mike."

"Carly… please…"

Carly moved her finger over his lips, effectively silencing him. "I can't talk to you about it. Not right now."

General Hospital-

He hadn't had another patient ever since he turned away the previous one, and he was all right with that. Damian didn't really want another patient, because it meant that he would have to worry about someone depending upon him, and, at that moment, he didn't feel like he could be depended upon by anyone.

Was he proud of himself for turning her away? Of course not. It was not something that a doctor should have done, even one who was busy training. He could scrub in during surgeries, but couldn't do anything. What he could do was treat people for simple problems, and he couldn't even do that. Not with his world the way that it was. Did he want to be that kind of doctor? The kind who couldn't put his personal problems aside long enough to help someone who actually needed help? Of course he didn't, but did he think that he would be able to avoid it? Not so much.

"Damian… can I ask you something?"

"Not if it involves what I'm going to have for lunch." He was in the cafeteria when he saw Monica. "I don't trust the mystery meat."

"Nobody does." In all her years, she'd never found out what was in the mystery meat. "But that's not what I need to talk with you about. Please, can we?"

"Of course…"

Monica sat down at a table across from him, "Did you turn away a patient today? The one you were going to see before I saw you?"

"Yes…"

"Damian… you should never do something like that… not without a good reason."

Damian thought about his reasons, and he knew that they were good, at least for him, but were they good for Monica and for the other people? Maybe not. "I thought my reasons were good…"

"It was a simple procedure, Damian," Monica replied. "You just had to look and see what was wrong with her, I know you've got the skills to do that. Now please, tell me what's going on…"