Loaded Questions
by
Evil!Mermaidman and Evil!Barnacleboy
(aka Evil!Jen and Evil!kel)
There is an audible click and I find myself staring at the door in disbelief.
"Son of a bitch."
"What?"
"He...he locked us in."
"He wouldn't"
"He did."
"Why would he do that?"
"Because...oh I'm going to kill him later."
"You couldn't have killed him before he locked us up in here? You couldn't have killed him before he kissed you?"
My head whips around and my glare transfers to him.
"Excuse me? Is that what you're doing here? Trying to find the bad commissioner who kissed your lawyer? "
I emphasize the word "lawyer" more than necessary.
Sonny leans back against the wall and loosens his tie. Damn that man is distracting.
"I was concerned"
"Concerned."
"Concerned. You haven't been yourself lately, now you're kissing cops."
"You know...I like Johnny. You're lucky."
He tries to cover his shocked face.
"Don't look so shocked, Sonny. I do notice things. You've been having me tailed for awhile now."
"It's for your protection."
"My protection? Do you honestly forget who I am?"
"You're my lawyer and my friend Alexis. I don't forget that."
"I am a Cassadine. Before I was your lawyer I was a Cassadine. That means something Sonny, I'll ask you to not forget it."
I can't read the emotion that flashes across his face. It may be anger or concern but he is now closer to me.
"I don't forget you're a Cassadine."
"Whatever."
I return to glaring at the door, attempting to avoid his gaze and proximity.
"So why did Mac lock us in?"
"Temporary insanity"
"He must have had some reason."
"Mac is trying to involve himself in something that is none of his business."
I sink into one of the chairs at the table. I cannot believe this situation.
Mac is a dead man.
"Alexis...."
"What the hell are you doing here? What did you hope to accomplish?"
"I...don'tknow."
I can wait Mac out, even with Sonny in here. I can do that.
"Did you accomplish what you came for?"
"What's wrong with you?
"What's wrong with ME?"
"Johnny said you were at the hospital. . . before."
My breath catches for an instant.
Damn.
"Yes, I was."
"You okay?"
That's a loaded question.
"I'm fine."
"Then why were you at GH?"
Why does the PCPD keep it so warm in these rooms?
He moves so he's leaning against the table, perched above me almost.
"Checkup. You know...that flu that I thought I had."
"So do you?"
"What?"
"Have the flu?"
"I...uh...no. No flu."
"So you were so relieved you didn't have the flu you kissed Mac in the park?"
"Let it go."
"I don't think I will."
"I think you SHOULD."
"Sonny, It's none..."
But I can't say it's none of his business. It is.
I don't know what to say. Part of me wants to scream and bang on the door until Mac lets us out.
But that would seem suspicious
"Alexis? Alexis...talk to me. We've always been able to talk to each other..."
"Where's Carly tonight?"
"Stop that."
"You have some nerve telling me to stop."
"Stop with the...Carly stuff."
"Why?"
"Does it always have to be about Carly."
"Well, that wasn't my choice, Sonny, it was yours."
"Alexis, we agreed. . . ."
"Yes. We did. Which is why I don't understand this at all."
"I told you, I am concerned."
"I'm fine."
It is half lie, half-truth.
"God dammit Alexis."
"God dammit Sonny."
He laughs
"Don't laugh."
"It's been a weird day. I come to the police commissioner for advice. He locks us in an interrogation room. Now you won't be honest with me."
Part of me wants to tell him.
Knock his socks off.
Rock his world.
Again.
The rest of me just wants out of this room.
Screw it.
"I'll tell you."
He sits back on the table and stares at me those damn Cuban eyes. One thing is for sure. I cannot tell him when he is this close to me. This room doesn't seem nearly big enough but right now Port Charles doesn't seem big enough. I move past him and flatten myself against the locked door.
I can do this.
Then Mac will let us out.
Then I can disappear.
"I'm waiting...."
"I'm pregnant."
*finis*
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