When Kristina walked into her sister's room she found Alexis sitting on the bed looking over a bunch of papers. She couldn't help but smile. Alexis was cute with her glasses perched on her nose and the slight crease in her forehead. Whatever she was looking at either had her sister confused or irritated because she was tapping her nails on the thick blue backing paper. Walking over to the bed, Kristina pushed some things aside so she could sit on the bed as well. "You're still looking this stuff over? What is it?"

"A whole fortune separate from that of the Cassadine fortune." Alexis replied as she shook her head. "He has the royalty rights to all of Mama's favorite operas, all her favorite pieces of music. There's ownership or part ownership of opera companies and opera houses all over Europe and Asia. Stocks, bonds, investments, properties all in the Bergman name."

"Well," Kristina said as she looked over something she had no clue about. "He had to have an income. It's not like he could use any of the Cassadine money, right?"

Alexis nodded. "He hasn't, at least not that I can find, none of this has any ties what so ever to the Cassadines."

"If it had, he would have been found." Kristina said easily.

"Yes." Alexis agreed. "But some of this goes back to before I was born. I don't understand. I thought everything Mama had, all the properties he'd bought for her, all her jewelry, all the money made from her career, had been cannibalized into the Cassadine holdings."

Kristina could see the mix of emotions in her sister's eyes. She reached out and took Alexis' hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. "He wanted to make sure her children were taken care of. I know he's done a lot of seriously bad stuff, Alexis, but you can't deny that he loved our mother."

Alexis sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose after taking her glasses off. "I know he did." She sighed again softly. "He's making arrangements for it all to be transferred over to me. There are trusts set up for you, Sam, the baby, and any future babies either of us have. I haven't even looked at everything yet. I wish I knew why he was doing all of this now. Why he made himself known to us now, not sooner, not later."

"I'm sorry this is such a struggle for you." Kristina said as she reached up and brushed at her sister's hair. Alexis had started to look tired and Kristina could tell she wasn't feeling well. She was becoming concerned about her sister's health and that of the baby she was carrying.

"There's a part of me who wants to let him in. The part that remembers the man Natasha knew." Alexis admitted to her sister as she picked up the papers and folders and started neatly putting it all away. "But there's a bigger part of me who remembers the man he became and the things he did and didn't do." She paused as she moved everything over to the desk in her room. With her back to her sister she said, "I look at him and I see him smiling down at me while I play on the floor of his study and then an instant later I see him with this blank expression on his face as Helena back hands me for some made up offence. I see the man who would wake me up in the middle of the night so we could sneak into the kitchen and eat ice cream and chocolate cake, and then I see the man who woke me up in the middle of night to whisk me away to a clinic where he'd take my child from me."

Kristina walked over to her sister and put her arms around her and her chin on Alexis' shoulder.

"Two different men, Natasha's papa and Alexandra's uncle, and yet they're both him." Alexis said softly.

Kristina thought about it for a moment and then said, "So why not leave Natasha's Papa and Alexandra's Uncle in the past and figure out who Mikkos is to Alexis?"

"I'm not sure if he can be anything to me, Kristina." Alexis admitted and then flinched a little.

"Are you alright?" Kristina asked in concern as she guided her sister towards the bed.

Alexis gave a weak smile. "I'm fine, just tired and the baby is squirming a bit, she does that when I get upset."

"So lay down and relax a little." Kristina said as she helped Alexis onto the bed. "Do you want me to get Nassir?"

"No." Alexis replied with a gentle shake of her head. "I'm fine, Kristina. I'm going to take a nap. Will you keep an eye on Sam and Nikolas?"

Kristina nodded. "Of course I will."

"Everything appears to be in order." Stefan said as he and his father sat at a table in the sitting room of their Greek home.

Mikkos nodded. "Of course it is."

"Then why bring this to my attention?" Stefan asked the man as he looked up at him. It still felt so surreal to be looking at his father after so long. Unlike his sister Stefan had the memory of Mikkos' funeral and it felt weird to be speaking with the man he thought to be ashes in an urn all these years.

"So you would know it has nothing to do with the Cassadine holdings." Mikkos answered. "I didn't want you jumping to any conclusions especially given Alexis' mishaps in the past."

"You refer too her attempt at setting up Katherine Bell." Stefan said with a gentle snort.

Mikkos raised a brow in question at Stefan's response.

"It was a good attempt for a first time out on her own." Stefan said as he got up to pour himself some tea. "Even if it did fail miserably."

"The set up perhaps." Mikkos agreed. "You're sister is a brilliant woman but hardly a devious person. She did however get you to see the error of your choices."

Stefan glared at his father. "You didn't know Katherine."

"I know she had traits that reminded me far to much of your mother." Mikkos said bluntly.

Somehow Stefan managed to hold in the shutter he felt at the idea. So many had said he was trying to turn Katherine into Laura, and here was his father saying she was like his mother. Even to Stefan that sounded sick. "How long have you been watching us?"

"Since my revival." Mikkos answered honestly. He rose from his seat and began to gather his things. "I also felt you needed to be aware because of your mother. They will need your continued protection from her."

"If she were to find out you had this all step up on their behalf it will make them even greater targets." Stefan said with a knowing nod. "She has already made an attempt on Samantha."

Mikkos nodded. "I am aware."

"Do you know where she is?" Stefan asked. "I haven't been able to locate her since her attempt at kidnapping Samantha."

Mikkos smirked. "No, I am not the one who has immobilized her, but we both know that she will eventually resurface."

Stefan turned to look at his father with a look of disgust on his face. "You still refuse to do what you should have done years ago."

"And why, my son, have you not killed the viper yourself?" Mikkos asked. "There is no love lost between you. No bond that would prevent you from killing her." Mikkos paused, he turned to his son and said, "There was a time that I loved Helena, a time when we were both two very different people. The memory of that girl keeps me from killing the woman."

While his father spoke Stefan watched him carefully. "Is that also why you stood by and allowed that woman to mistreat, even abuse your daughter and pit your sons against each other?"

"I was not the father I should have been. For a short time, I was able to be a father to Natasha." Mikkos said as he and his son locked eyes. "But, I was never that for you. That was an error on my part."

Though he showed no outward signs of emotion inside Stefan was in shock. In his own way Mikkos had just apologized for failing him as a father. Stefan didn't know what to think let alone what to say.

"You have done well with Nikolas, but from time to time you should take your sisters' advice a little more. Keep the family as your main priority but not your only one, Stefan." Mikkos said as he picked up his briefcase. "I must get back to your sisters. You will remain here under guard until I have finished my visit with them. Then and only then will you all be returned to Port Charles." He looked up at his son and for several long moments they just looked into each other's eyes. "Perhaps you are more my son than hers after all."

Stefan stood there and watched his father leave, stunned.

Sam couldn't sleep. When she was alone in her room and with her thought all she thought about was going home. She missed her Dad, she missed Carly; she missed Artemis and the lakehouse and her friends. She wondered what they were all doing and if they were missing her too. Hearing her Dad's voice on the phone, even for a second, had made it all worse. After tossing and turning for a while the twelve year old decided to get up and raid the kitchen. She really wanted some popcorn but the out of date kitchen didn't have a microwave. Sam was grumbling about this oversight and looking through the fridge when a voice behind her made her yelp.

"For what do you require a microwave?" Mikkos asked his granddaughter.

Sam glared at the old man who'd startled her. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to sneak up on people?"

Mikkos raised a brow as he watched the girl. "I didn't mean to frighten you, Samantha, I apologize."

"Whatever." The girl replied as she went back to looking through the fridge. She had no intention, no desire to interact with this man. He had hurt her mother and for that there was no forgiveness.

"You didn't answer my question, Samantha." Mikkos said. He knew he had a battle on his hands when it came to his granddaughter, and he couldn't blame her for her resistance to him. Nor could he blame her mother for her resentment and anger. "What do you need a microwave for?"

"My name is Sam, and I need it for popcorn." Sam answered as she came away from the fridge with a glass of milk. "What are you even doing here? I thought you were gone."

Mikkos walked further into the room as he said, "I arrived home not even an hour ago." He walked over to the fireplace and stoked the fire before going over to a cabinet.

Sam watched the old man as he moved around the kitchen. She watched with interest as he got a stoneware pot of some kind and then some weird looking cast iron basket on a stick thing. "What are you doing?"

"Making popcorn." Mikkos answered.

"How?" Sam asked as she slipped off her chair and moved so she could see him and yet not go near him. "There's no microwave."

Mikkos laughed while he put popcorn from the stoneware pot into the cast iron shaker. "You don't need one to make popcorn."

Sam watched as Mikkos used the weird looking device over the fire in the fireplace to make popcorn. It didn't smell like popcorn, or at least it didn't smell like microwaveable popcorn, it kind of smelled better. "So why didn't you want me in your family?"

"That isn't why I did what I did, Samantha." Mikkos replied.

"Sam." The girl repeated.

Mikkos gave in. The look she was giving him was just too cute. "Sam."

The girl nodded and then continued the conversation about how she felt. "Sure it is. Wealthy, powerful family like yours, a knocked up unwed teenage daughter, or niece, or whatever, would have been embarrassing."

"Yes." Mikkos admitted. "It would have been."

"Which is why I was a dirty little secret." Sam said. "And now here I am and people know that dirty little secret. Guess you put my mother through all the pain for nothing."

"I never meant to hurt her, Sam." Mikkos said as he looked over his shoulder at her.

Sam snorted. "Please, just because I look like I don't get a lot, doesn't mean I don't get a lot. You had to give up Kristina, so you knew how it would feel, but you made her do it anyway. You were such a hypocrite."

Mikkos raised an eyebrow again. "How so?"

"You kept my Mom for your own selfish reasons instead of sending her away like you did Kristina." Sam answered. "You wouldn't let her keep me, telling her I would be safer, better off with someone else, but if you really believed that you would have sent her away rather then turn her over to the dragon lady. Your wife is bat shit crazy by the way. Way to pick 'em Gramps."

Mikkos couldn't help but laugh at the child.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked with a bit of annoyance. She wasn't trying to be funny she was being sarcastic and honest.

"You remind me of Sophia." Mikkos answered as he carried the now popped popcorn over to a large bowl and poured it in. "She had a way of stating the truth in a very blunt manner. If she had been born male she would have been the unstoppable Cassadine."

"She was your sister." Sam said as she carefully took a handful of the popcorn he was offering her. She popped a couple of the kernels into her mouth and smiled. Oh that was good! That was really really good! Better than microwaved! Not that she'd give him the satisfaction of knowing she thought so.

Mikkos looked please, both because Sam appeared to know about her family and because it was clear she liked the popcorn, despite her attempts at covering. "You know of Sophia?"

Sam nodded. "She was your younger sister, and hated Helena, and I'm sure the feeling was mutual because Helena hates everyone, which is why she stayed away from the island. She and her husband lived in St. Petersburg until they were killed in a car accident. Because they stayed away from the family at all costs it made it easy to pass my Mom off as their daughter when you brought her to the island after your wife killed my Grandmother. Mom grew up thinking she was Alexandra Davidovitch, which she changed to Alexis Davis when she decided to stay in the states, which is why my last name is Davis and not Cassadine, thank god."

Mikkos was impressed. "You know you're history."

Sam shrugged. "I know some. I know the important bits."

"And what are the important bits?" Mikkos asked.

They didn't talk about anything more then the family's history but at least they were talking. Once the popcorn was finished and Sam had finished her milk she bid her grandfather goodnight and went back upstairs. Rather then crawling back into her own bed she crawled into bed with her mother. Talking to Mikkos had left Sam feeling the need to be as close to Alexis as she could get. Sam snuggled close and Alexis instinctively wrapped her arms around her. Safe in her mother's arms Sam sighed and closed her eyes.

"Mmmm." Alexis said in her sleep. "Sammie, you smell like Papa's popcorn."

Sam giggled, snuggled in a little more and fell fast asleep.