Written in 71 minutes. The ending was a little awkward, but it’s good enough for now 😛

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Tuesday, October 1, 2024

James M. Hanley Federal Building: Hallway

He couldn’t breathe, his fingers clutching and twisting violently at the tie around his neck, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Let me get it—” His aunt’s hands brushed his own aside, and Danny stood there, his hands falling to hang limply while she loosened the knot his father had tied several hours earlier, but even with it gone, he still couldn’t catch his breath.

“They’re going to put her back in jail,” Danny told Carly, and he twisted back towards the court room, Carly grabbing at him to hold him in place. “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault, and Jake’s going to hate me, and Dad’s going to—”

“Just take a deep breath. Danny,” Carly said sharply and he jolted, looked at her, his eyes wide and slightly glazed over. “Whatever happens inside that room has nothing to do with me, do you understand? You didn’t do this. You’re just the weapon those bastards are using. Your dad knows that. Jake will know that.”

“How did they know? How did they know?” Danny repeated, his voice climbing. “Dante said no one would know!”

“I have a few thoughts,” Carly muttered, and he blinked at her, the bottom dropping out of his world because he knew who would have told. He knew who didn’t give a damn about Elizabeth or Jake.

“My mother did this, didn’t she?” Danny asked, and Carly opened her mouth, but her response was cut off when the doors opened behind them and they both turned to see  the hearing had ended. Michael was the first to join them, followed by Laura and Kevin.

“They’re not holding her,” Michael said immediately and Carly released an exhale of relief. “You good, Danny?”

“She’s going home?” Danny wanted to know. He looked past the others as Jake and his brothers filed out of the courtroom, with Jason, Diane, Spinelli, and finally Elizabeth. “They’re not arresting you again?”

“No, they’re not,” Jason told him, coming to his son’s side, drawing him away slightly from Carly. “Are you okay?”

“Mom did this,” Danny told him and Jason grimaced, shook his head slightly. “No one else could have. Or would have. Mom—”

“We’ll talk about all of this later,” Diane declared, with her brows raised. Danny clamped his mouth shut, realizing that the federal attorneys were making their way out.

Elizabeth edged away, careful to keep her eyes from even meeting Gia’s, but Carly couldn’t quite manage it.

“Is this what you wanted?” Carly called, and Gia turned, seemingly startled. “Terrorizing an innocent teenage boy?”

Reynolds furrowed his brow, looked between Gia and the irate blonde before answering, “From what I read, he’s not much better than his father.” He smirked. “Or his mother. Never had a chance, did you, Danny?”

Jason wound his arm around Danny’s chest, holding him in place.

“What kind of adult uses women and children as weapons?” Diane said, angling herself in front of the group. “The judge wasn’t impressed by your presentation. Your little house of cards built on lies.” She sniffed. “Easily constructed, easily torn away.”

“We’ll see about that.”

General Hospital: Fletcher’s Office

Sam restlessly tapped her fingers against her thighs. “Don’t you have questions or something? How does this work?”

Fletcher leaned back in his chair, a notebook in his lap, looking relaxed and completely unbothered.

She already hated him.

“I’m glad you decided to come in today,” he replied. “I know you were nervous about participating.”

She smiled thinly. “I’m sure you’ve heard all about me, right? Between Jason and Danny, you know everything.”

“Well—” Fletcher tipped his head. “I’ve heard their experience. That’s not the same thing as hearing from you.”

She hesitated, unsure what to do with that response. She folded her arms. “Okay. So what do you want to hear?”

“How have the last few weeks been for you?”

“That’s a stupid question,” Sam retorted, and snorted. “How do you think they’ve been? What am I supposed to say? Oh, it was great except for losing  custody of my kids, my boyfriend moving out, and the entire world deciding I’m the problem. But hey, the rain’s supposed to stop this week, so there’s something to look forward to.”

Fletcher set aside the notebook and sat forward. “I understand that you feel defensive. But I promise you — asking a question like that is just to see where you’re at — what do you say first, the tone, the words — it gives me a place to begin. It’s not to attack you or make light of what’s happened.”

Sam made a face. “I’m not defensive. Everything I just said is exactly what happened. The judge took away my kids, Dante can’t decide what he wants because he wants to make everyone happy, and the only person who’s on my side seems to be my sister who hasn’t exactly been the most mentally stable.” Her voice faltered slightly, and Sam looked away, blinking at tears. “I want to say the right thing so you’ll tell Danny he should stop being mad at me, and I don’t know what that is. And that’s—I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know to make Danny see things the way I want him to.”

“What’s stopping him?”

Sam opened her mouth, then closed it abruptly, nearly biting down on her tongue to stop herself from answering it impulsively. “I don’t know,” she forced herself to say. “I know—I know it’s not Elizabeth. But you ask me that question, and that’s all I can say. I don’t think she’s doing it on purpose. But it doesn’t change the fact that Danny sees her as this perfect angel who can do no wrong, and I’m the wicked witch.” Tears clung to her lashes. “Just like his father, you know? I lost Jason the second she came into our lives, and now I’m losing Danny.”

James M. Hanley Federal Building: Hallway

When Reynolds and Gia had disappeared around the corner, Diane turned back to the unhappy crowd. “I know we all have a lot of thoughts and opinions and complaints,” she added. “But we can’t discuss them in the hallway.”

“I think we should stick with our original plan,” Elizabeth suggested, touching Cameron’s shoulder. “Cam, you drive your brothers and Danny back home — pick up something to eat? Jason and I will follow later.”

“But—” Danny began, but Jake cut in.

“We’re going. You’ve done enough,” he told his brother when Danny looked like he might protest. “Stop thinking about yourself for five damn minutes.”

“Jake,” Jason said, and Jake just shook his head.

“Whatever. Let’s just go.” Without another word, he started walking towards the elevators. Aiden followed him after a beat, and Danny looked at his father miserably.

“He hates me. This is my fault—”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Jason told Danny. “But it’s not your fault. Go home.”

“All right.” Danny looked at Elizabeth. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, honey.” She straightened the lapels of his suit jacket. “We’ll see you in a few hours.”

“You’ll call me if you need anything?” Laura said, embracing her former daughter-in-law.

“I promise. Thank you for coming. Both of you.” Elizabeth flashed a grateful smile at Kevin.

“Of course.”

“We’re heading home, too,” Michael said, looking at his mother meaningfully. “But if I can do anything—”

“You’ll be the first call,” Jason said. “Thank you. For sitting with Danny,” he told Carly.

“Well, if anyone knows how to stop a train wreck in progress, it’s one in recovery,” Carly quipped, hugging him lightly. “We’ll find a way to fix all of this, Jase. Don’t you worry.”

When everyone had departed, leaving Jason and Elizabeth alone with Diane and Spinelli, the lawyer’s cool exterior slipped slightly. “How the hell did they find out about that police report?” Diane demanded on a low hiss.

“Another tip,” Spinelli said, grimacing. “I’m gonna find out why Chase didn’t know anything about this. His source in the federal office should have been able to warn us—” He plucked his phone from his bag.

“If Sam did this,” Jason began, but then he just stopped, unsure how to even finish the statement. The gravity of the accusation — the thought that Sam had been furious enough to throw her own son under the bus with the hopes of removing Elizabeth from the picture—

He wanted to say it was impossible. That she would never do it—

“Did anyone else know?” Elizabeth asked softly. “Could Dex or his partner have done it?”

“Maybe. But it looks bad on the cops the way this came out. I gotta think they’d have covered themselves better,” Jason said.

“Which doesn’t leave us with much of a suspect list,” Diane said. She took a deep breath. “All right. Spinelli and I will deal with this. Neither of you can talk to Sam. Do you hear me?” she said to Jason and Elizabeth.

“Understood,” Jason said. “What do we do next?”

“We aren’t doing anything,” Diane replied. “The two of you are going home and while you’re driving, think of absolutely everyone that could have known about the visit to the station that night.”

General Hospital: Fletcher’s Office

“I understand there’s a long history between you, Jason, and Jake’s mother,” Fletcher said. “But it’s important that we stay focused on you and Danny.”

“I am—” Sam huffed. “You don’t understand. No one ever does—”

“I understand that you’re linking Danny’s rejection of you to a similar rejection you suffered from his father two decades ago,” Fletcher interrupted, and she felt her cheeks heat. Was that really what it sounded like? “Danny told me that for a long time, you and Elizabeth were able to stay civil, even friendly for the sake of Danny and his brother. Why do you think that’s changed?”

“I don’t—” Sam pressed her lips together, tried to consider the question honestly. “I don’t know. It was easier when they were younger. When Danny didn’t push back at me all the time. I—When I didn’t feel like every word I said to him was wrong. Every choice, every interaction — I could feel him moving away from me. And it just got worse when Jason came home. Because now Danny could spin a fantasy in his head about how it would be better if he lived with his dad. It just made me so mad because I’m the one who’s been there. I’ve been with Danny every second of his life, and Jason just hasn’t. I’m not wrong to resent Jason for that. And I hate Elizabeth for making Danny think it’s okay that his father just comes and goes and it’s all fine and happy. He watched Jake and Jason do that for Jake’s whole life, and Danny thinks that’s fine. Because Elizabeth let it happen. She wasn’t even angry at him, do you know that? She always settled for his crumbs, and she’s making it okay for Danny to do the same—” Sam pushed herself up out of her chair, paced over to the window. “Elizabeth raised her sons to expect less from their fathers, and now she’s teaching Danny the same lesson—”

“Is that why you were angry with her that day in the lobby? When you had your confrontation?”

Sam stopped, looked at him with confusion. “What?”

“Can you walk me through what was happening for you the day of the confrontation with Elizabeth?”

“You already know that story, okay? We don’t need to go over it. I’m sure you got everything you needed from Danny and Jason.” She looked back out over the city skyline, towards the lake in the horizon. “It’s not a happy memory, and I’d just as soon not revisit it.”

“It’s not happy for you or for Danny?”

Tears choked her throat. “He told you, why do you need to hear it from me?”

“Because you need to say it, don’t you?”

“I scared him. He’s terrified of me, is that what you want to hear?”

Franklin Street: Federal Parking Lot

 Cameron and Jake trailed behind Aiden and Danny as they approached the line of cars where they’d parked. “I know you’re pissed at him—”

“Pissed isn’t the right word,” Jake muttered, tugging at his tie. “Just when I think he’s not going to turn into his bitch mother—”

“Jake—”

“Mom’s sitting there, we’re all terrified for her life and freedom, and what does everyone have to do now? We have to take care of him,” Jake spat. “Because he got himself in trouble—” He stopped on the street, balling his fists in his pockets. “He got drunk and high, he dragged Aiden into trouble, and now Mom might go to jail because that bitch wants to pay Mom back for whatever bullshit went on a lifetime ago—and you want me to play nice?”

“Jake—” Cam let out a breath, looked back at the younger boys, neither of him seemed to realize they weren’t following anymore. “Yeah, I’m pissed that he lost it in front of the judge, too, and that maybe it could have made things worse. But it didn’t. Mom’s coming home—”

“For now. But they might have another hearing, and this time they might take her away again, and—” Jake looked towards the sky, took another deep breath, tried to find the calm. “And they don’t know who’s doing this, do they? Diane and Spinelli don’t know anymore than they did a goddamn month ago.”

“I don’t know.”

“At least with Mom at home, we could pretend it wasn’t happening, okay? But we’re back in court, and we’ll probably be here again in a week, and what if they take her this time? What if it doesn’t work? What if Diane doesn’t win, Cam? What if—”

“What if an asteroid hits the planet—” Cam put his hands on Jake’s shoulders. “It’s not easy being the older brother, you know. You and Aiden kept me on my toes—”

“Did not—”

“How many times did you get kidnapped and hit by cars?” Cam wanted to know, and Jake rolled his eyes. “Having a moron for a younger brother is something I know all about. You can’t just punch them when they’re being stupid.”

“No, sometimes you gotta slap them,” Jake muttered. He shook his head. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“That makes two of us,” Cam admitted. He slung an arm around Jake’s shoulder. “But we’ll figure it out.”