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So It Begins: Chapter 1
A/N: I posted the prologue for this a while ago. You can read it HERE. I think this fic will be best categorized as an ensemble fic. There will be Liason, but there will be at least one other couple as well. Also, some of the dialogue is taken directly from or paraphrased from GH transcripts.
Anyway, thank you for your previous comments, and please feel free to respond to this chapter if you want to. Enjoy.  Any questions, let me know.
Chapter 1
“Sonny -- Sonny, I'm -- I’m losing you. If you can still hear me, I need you to come home right away. Sonny, I love you.”
Sonny cursed under his breath as the line went dead. Something was wrong; he’d heard it in Carly’s voice in spite of the static on the line. He had to get home. Fast.
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“Where’s Carly? She told me to come straight home from the airport. Michael said she was away--”
“Yeah, it's ok, Sonny. You should go see the boys. Carly... She'll be back any minute,” said Courtney. She smiled weakly, unconvincingly. Then she rubbed her forehead. Sonny hadn’t known his sister for very long, but he recognized the telltale habit for what it was—a dead giveaway that something was wrong..
He slipped his hands into his pockets and turned to his best friend and enforcer; he could count on getting the truth from him. “Jason? Where's my wife?” he demanded.
Sonny saw him hesitate for a split-second, and the vice in his gut tightened painfully. “She’s…She’s with Alcazar.”
The sonofabitch had taken her. He was going to kill him. “What do you mean? He took her?” Sonny asked.
Jason scratched the back of his neck. “No, she went to him. He's… He's got a place near the lake -- 243 Skycliff Road,” he replied.
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Sonny left, and the door slammed shut behind him. The sound echoed ominously through the penthouse.
“Do you know what you just did?” Courtney asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, I do,” Jason replied quietly.
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She knew she didn’t have much time. Carly squared her shoulders and turned to the dark haired, blue-eyed man who’d touched her life in too many ways to count. It was too confusing to think about at the moment, so she simply shoved it out of her mind. She loved Sonny and the family they’d built together. He was her husband, her life. “Sonny is on his way home.”
“And why are you here?” His voice slithered over her like cool silk, and she briefly regretted the fact that they had never made love. Would the touch of his hands on her body turn her liquid and hot, as it did in her visions? She would never know.
“I just wanted to thank you for letting go; for allowing me and my family to finally be free.”
His lips quirked in a small smile. But the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. “Can you ever truly be free with Sonny?”
“I love him, Lorenzo, and I know what my life is like with him and I’m not going to give that up, not ever.” She crossed her arms and lifted her chin. Her next words came out stronger, firmer. “Which means that I’m never going to be able to see you again. And the truth is I just…I wanted to tell you that I don't hate you, and I hope that you find someone that you can share your life with, and who's going to be able to return the love that you have to give. Bye, Lorenzo.”
“Carly, you’re not the only one who needs to know that it’s over.” The words slipped out on a whisper, but she heard them. And then he was reaching for her, his lips descending on hers in a bittersweet kiss filled with the ghosts of a future she knew they would never share.
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He was kissing her. His wife. And she wasn’t pushing him away. A roaring filled his ears and he stepped forward, alerting them to his presence. Carly turned toward him, and he saw her lips move. But whatever she said didn’t matter. It couldn’t penetrate the rush of sound in his head. This had to end. Today. Now. No one would destroy his family while he was still alive.
Sonny pulled the Glock from the waistband of his pants and trained it on the man in front of him. “Turn around, Alcazar.” When he didn’t obey, Sonny, stepped forward and forced him to turn around, then shoved him to his knees.
Carly rushed him then, clinging to his arm. He spared her a brief glance. Silvery tears slipped down her cheeks and clung to her eyelashes. She was so beautiful. She was saying something. He couldn’t hear it.
He flung her away from him and turned his attention back to Alcazar, who was kneeling motionless on the floor. Sonny shoved the Glock against the back of his head and pulled the trigger.
Sound came back suddenly, as if earplugs had just been pulled from his ears. Someone was screaming. Sonny turned and saw Carly crumpled on the floor. Why was she screaming like that? He glanced at his hand and saw the gun...and the crimson splatters. The gun fell from his nerveless fingers when his gaze shifted to the bloody mess in front of him. What had he done?
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What had she done? Thirty years? If only she hadn't gone back to say goodbye to Lorenzo. The thought pounded through her skull, a bitter refrain. A bailiff handcuffed Sonny and moved to lead him from the courtroom. She rushed to intercept them. “Sonny, wait! This isn’t over. We’ll file an appeal. Baby, just hold on.”
He glanced at her, and the look in his eyes made the hairs on her neck stand up. She felt the walls closing in. “Goodbye, Carly,” he said. The finality in his voice scared her.
For a minute, she couldn’t speak. When the words finally came to her, he’d already been pulled out of the courtroom. She looked around silently, at a loss until Elizabeth stepped forward and took her arm. “Jason…” she said, searching the crowded courtroom.
“He’s with Courtney. Come on,” she continued, squeezing Carly’s arm reassuringly.
Carly silently let Elizabeth guide her out of the courtroom to where Jason and Courtney were waiting in the hallway. The five of them walked out together.
The sun was blinding in its brightness as they left the courthouse. Shouldn’t it be dark and rainy on a day like this? A mob of reporters descended on them, shouting questions at her.
“Mrs. Corinthos, are you surprised by your husband’s conviction?”
“Mrs. Corinthos, who will be taking over your husband’s organization?”
“What will you tell your sons?”
The last question cut through her. She raised a hand to cover her mouth. God, what would she tell her sons about their father? Morgan was too young to understand, but Michael, Michael would know. She shook her head. This was only temporary. They would get Sonny out. They always did.
Jason stepped toward the squat, brown-haired reporter who’d shouted the last question at her, but Carly pulled him back, aware of the dangerous tightness in his face. He looked at her and his face softened. “It’s not worth it, Jason.”
They moved down the steps of the courthouse and toward the black sedan waiting for them. Carly slid inside and breathed a sigh of relief as Jason shut the door behind her. She watched through the tinted glass as Jason stepped back from the car and toward Elizabeth. They both stood in profile, so she couldn’t read their lips. Jason bowed his head for a moment, and his shoulders slumped. Elizabeth put her hand on his arm then, and he looked up, his shoulders straightening.
He sat up front with the driver, and Carly found herself alone in the back with Courtney. Courtney’s eyes were red, and her face was drawn and tired. Trying to comfort her sister-in-law, Carly reached across the leather seat and took her hand, squeezing it gently. She forced herself to smile, though it hurt to do so. “Hey, it’s going to be ok,” she said softly.
It had to be.
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