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So......I.....have no excuses. Hey! It's not like it's been a WHOLE year or anything. I had two weeks left.


Chapter 16


"Jason is a moron," Gia sighed.

"This we know," Alexis agreed.

They sipped their drinks as they faced the courtyard, watching Wong lead Kristina around the small garden

"And Wong makes a damn fine martini." Gia took another sip, smiled and let her head fall back.

"This we didn't know until now. He's a keeper," Alexis winked at Gia.

"Yes, he is," Gia agreed. "Where did you find him?"

"Yellow pages, listed under God Send."

"Is that where you found Mr. Multiple Orgasm as well?"

Alexis sighed, "Gia.."

"I'm going to find out eventually."

That was true enough. Alexis had spent her time that morning on the phone trying to put off Kristina's next DNA test and she was out of options. Using every legal maneuver she could think of she'd managed to put it off one more day.

Tomorrow was the day. Tomorrow her time ran out and she had to take Kristina to GH for blood work. They would be met by a member of the PCPD and the blood test would then be carefully watched and scrutinized and guarded.

Pretty funny that Sonny's livelihood was dependent on the ineptitude of the PCPD. Yet, they were the ones he insisted safe guard the results of the new DNA test.

There would be no switching of the results this go round. She wasn't Houdini, it wasn't going to happen.

Alexis looked at Gia. She was nearly finished with her second martini. She was leaning back on the couch, relaxed, eyes closed, test anxiety forgotten.

"Sonny Corinthos is Kristina's biological father and Mr. Multiple Orgasm is better known as Lorenzo Alcazar. Not only am I sleeping with him, wait, scratch that, having incredible, mind blowing sex with him, but Wong works for him, he bought me this house and I'm pretty sure we're living together."

Gia didn't move an inch.

"Gia?"

She frowned for a moment. "Sex really is better with bad boys, isn't it?"

"Yes," Alexis answered.

Gia sat up suddenly, swallowed the last of her martini and slammed the glass down on the coffee table in front of her. "Damn it, Alexis! Why did you have to tell me that?"

"Like you said, you'd have found out eventually."

"Not that, the sex part! You know who the last bad boy was that I saw? Jason Morgan! Do you want me having fantasies about Jason Morgan?" Gia shuddered.

"He's pretty," Alexis offered.

"In a white bread kinda way, maybe."

"I didn't say the sex was good with all bad boys."

"You've slept with Sonny?"

Alexis nodded.

"And now Alcazar?"

"I prefer to call him Lorenzo."

"Yes, because we don't want to get him confused with the other Alcazar, the one you KILLED!" Gia flopped back on the couch.

"Exactly."

"And the sex was good with both of them?"

"Yes."

"On a scale of 1 to 10."

"Gia, did you catch the part about Sonny being Kristina's father?"

"Ya, I kind of figured."

Alexis was astonished, "You did?"

"You and Ned weren't even getting along. He was with Kristina and while you might occasionally push people off of balconies, dress up like a man or pretend you have a split personality you would never sleep with your sister's boyfriend. Even if he was your boyfriend first. You're crazy, but you're not that crazy."

"Thanks. I think. But how did you guess Sonny?"

"You also wouldn't go climbing into bed with some guy you didn't know and if it wasn't Ned then who else could it be besides Sonny? But the sex was good?"

"Gia, you really do have a one track mind."

"Normally I don't, but do you know how long it's been since Nikolas and I broke up? Do you know how tight Jason's jeans were today?"

Alexis stood up and opened the glass door to the courtyard. "Wong!"

"Yes, Ms. Alexis."

"We need another pitcher of martinis."

"Right away." Wong lifted Kristina into his arms and headed for the kitchen.

"And a psychiatrist because Gia has lost her mind."

Gia nodded in agreement. "He has nice hands, too." She fell face first into a pillow and screamed.

"All the better to KILL people with." Alexis shook her head.

It was around the time they reached the bottom of the second pitcher of martinis that Mr. Multiple Orgasm himself made an appearance.

"Alexis?"

"Back here," Alexis called out.

Lorenzo found them, and the mess they'd made, in the den.

One empty bag of potato chips, one empty container of chocolate chip ice cream, one empty bowl of..."What was that?" he asked.

"Spinach and Artichoke dip, a Wong specialty," Alexis announced.

"It was delicious." Gia smiled at him.

Alexis stood up. "Lorenzo, this is..."

"Someone entirely too drunk to meet." Gia tried to stand as well but wobbled and fell back onto the couch.

"...Gia Campbell," Alexis finished and looked back to Lorenzo. "I have to take her home. She's too drunk to drive." She patted his arm.

"So are you."

Alexis looked at him unconvinced. "No, I think she dwank, dank, drrrr.. she consumed most of the martinis by herself."

"But you drank a few." Lorenzo tried to lead her back to the couch because he was convinced she shouldn't be standing, much less driving.

"A couple..then a couple more.. I think, but I'm a Cassadine, been drinking since I was 6, no 8, no 10, no 4."

"Which is it?" he asked her.

"I don't know, the story keeps changing." She pondered that as he led her back to the couch and he eased her down next to Gia.

"I'll have Wong take Ms. Campbell home."

"Oh thank God!" Gia exclaimed.

"You didn't think we would let you drive yourself?" Lorenzo asked.

"No, but I thought you'd offer and I didn't want to be alone with you."

"Oh, Gia. He's a good criminal. He wouldn't kill you for getting us drunk, I promise."

"It's not that." Gia looked up at Lorenzo and then leaned into Alexis and cupped her ear like a little girl telling a secret. "Have I mentioned how long it's been since Nikolas and I broke up and how tight Jason's jeans were and how blue Mr. M.O.'s eyes are?"

"Who's M.O.?" Lorenzo asked since he could every single word.

"Never mind." Alexis waved at him to back off and give them some room. "Gia, you wouldn't do that to me."

"I might be that crazy right now." Gia hiccupped.

Alexis looked at her very seriously, "Promise me, swear to me, as my friend put up your right hand..."

Gia held up her hand.

"Repeat after me."

Gia nodded.

"I, Gia Campbell."

"I, Gia Campbell."

"Swear NOT to throw myself at Wong and steal him away from Alexis using my feminine wiles."

Gia let her hand drop. "I'm not swearing. It's not fair. You get the great house and the cute kid and the incredible sex and I can't even have the martini guy?"

"Gia, he's more than just a martini guy. Did you taste that dip?"

"It's not the alcohol you should worry about, I think I'm too depressed to drive."

"Well you have to go because I want to have more incredible sex and I can't do it with you in the house because I'll feel too guilty."

"Bitch."

"Just think though, there is an obsessively controlling mobster with a Napoleonic complex about to try to steal my daughter, so my life is not perfect."

"I thought Napoleonic was when they picked fights with people taller than they are."

"I am taller, in heels anyway."

"Will Sonny go after Lorenzo for helping you?" Gia asked as she searched the room for her other shoe.

"Of course."

"You don't sound too worried."

"They're always trying to kill each other anyway so what's the difference?"

"Good point."

Lorenzo stood in the doorway watching the two of them, hearing their conversation but only understanding about half of it. "Ms. Campbell, what exactly are you looking for?"

Gia looked up and tried to focus. "My other shoe!"

Lorenzo frowned, "Which one?"

Gia rolled her eyes, "The right one, duh."

"You're wearing it."

Gia waved her arms in the air, "Well then the other one."

"You're wearing it as well," Lorenzo pointed out.

Gia looked down at her feet, "Well what do you know. These are really comfortable shoes! At least one of them is anyway, I didn't even know I was wearing it. I have to get some more of these."

She looked up, smiled and promptly passed out, falling back on the couch.

"Wong!" Lorenzo called.

"Yes?" The man was standing directly behind him.

"Make up the guest room."

Wong nodded and headed down the hall to change the linens in the guest suite.

Alexis lifted her friend's arm as a sort of test to see just how unconscious she was. She let it go and the arm quickly fell to Gia's side.

"This is terrible," Alexis said.

"She'll sleep it off," Lorenzo shrugged.

"Yes, but she'll sleep it off HERE!"

"We have a guest room."

Even drunk Alexis noted how it was now their guest room instead of her guest room but she would have to deal with that later, there were more important matters to discuss. "But I wanted to have sex."

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "Nothing that says we can't."

Alexis shook her head, "No, not the kind of sex I wanted to have."

Now he was intrigued. "Tell me more."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because Gia's here."

"She's unconscious Alexis, she can't hear you."

"The kind of sex I wanted to have would wake the dead."

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and began moving across the room, towards her, with plans of skipping dinner and taking her straight to bed.

Alexis stuck out her arm and held her palm out flat to him like a crossing guard calling for a halt. "No! Not with Gia here, it's not fair to her. It's been a really long time since she's had sex and Jason wears very tight jeans."

Lorenzo did stop, "So let me get this straight, we can't have sex because Gia can't and because Morgan's a tight ass? What does this have to do with him anyway?"

"I don't know anymore but all of the sudden, I don't want sex."

"I have a feeling Morgan makes a lot of people feel that way. Alexis, are you okay? You look a little green."

"I think maybe it's the dip. Or it could be the ice cream. Or the sauce we put on the ice cream. Maybe the burritos?"

"There were burritos?" Lorenzo sighed.

"And nachos. We had a Mexican theme going before we started on the ice cream and caviar."

It was at that point, Lorenzo knew there would be no sex and that Alexis would be put on a one pitcher maximum from now on and perhaps monitored when the Campbell woman came to visit.

Alexis grimaced a little. "Maybe some popcorn would settle my stomach."

"Wong!" Lorenzo called.

"Yes?"

Again the man was standing directly behind him and Lorenzo wondered how he managed to make a bed so quickly. "Let's move Ms. Campbell to the guest suite and then you can assist me with Alexis."

"I can walk," Alexis asserted.

"Give it 5 minutes." Lorenzo turned to Wong and glared at him. "Why didn't you keep an eye on her?"

"I was watching the child. By the time I smelled the burritos, it was too late. I'm sorry. If I'd known about the burritos, I never would have left them alone."

"Don't let it happen again," Lorenzo growled.

"I'm sorry sir. It's unforgivable. Between the alcohol, the junk food and Ms. Campbell's recent sex drought, it was a recipe for disaster, all the signs were there and I just missed it. It's been a very long time since I took care of women. With you I'm always looking out for bombs, bullets and paid assassins."

"I realize this will take a little getting used to but I expect more from you Wong."

Gia giggled as Wong reached under her arms and Lorenzo grabbed her feet. "Is someone feeling frisky?" she asked in a sing song voice but her eyes remained closed.

Wong looked from Gia to Lorenzo, "And just so you know, I expect a raise."

Lorenzo only nodded. It wasn't like he could really argue against it. This wasn't in Wong's job description. He wasn't expected to clean up after drunks and while Lorenzo expected this was pretty rare for Alexis, it never happened in his family. The Alcazars knew how to hold their liquor and never over indulged.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She'd thrown up for 20 minutes and finally passed out. AJ left Juliet there on the floor not out of fear of what she'd do to him if he'd moved her or laziness, but because experience had taught him that nothing felt better at this point than a smooth, hard, cold tile floor.

Cold tile pressed up against her hot cheek. A solid, hard floor to keep her world from spinning off its axis.

Now if he only had the recipe to keep away the bad dreams that set in.

She didn't know how long she'd been asleep. She couldn't even remember falling asleep. She looked around the small bathroom. How had she ended up there? Her head ached.

Someone had warned her. Before the party. That was it. She was at a party. Isa made her go. She didn't want to go but Isa made her.

One of the girls at school told her the parties were great as long as you didn't drink anything. Be careful not to drink. Girls had been drugged. They slipped drugs into your drink.

Juliette warned her sister, too. But Isa just laughed and called her paranoid.

They'd been separated. Juliette made Isa promise over and over and over on their way to the party that she wouldn't leave her.

Isa promised.

Isa lied.

Everyone was older, Juliette didn't know anyone. She couldn't find Isa. Five minutes after they got there and Isa was lost in the crowd.

The music was loud, pounding, didn't really sound like music, just some endless, repetitive beat like someone beating on a computer. Then scratching sounds like a record player had malfunctioned and then English, not lyrics it sounded different.

Someone called it American rap. Juliette didn't like it. Isa loved it.

There was a boy, he kept trying to talk to her but they couldn't hear each other over the music. She asked about Isa, he kept handing her a drink, she took a sip without thinking, she was trying to be polite. He seemed so nice.

She thought she saw her sister. She moved away from him and got lost again.

She felt sick, she found the bathroom and locked herself in.

And must have passed out.

How long?

Panic set in. Was it morning? Would Carlos find them gone? Or would Isa have left without her?

She didn't know. For one bitter moment she didn't know if Isa would leave here there. She would NEVER do that to Isa. Never!

So she convinced herself that Isa wouldn't do it either. They were sisters, twins, they stuck together.

But deep down she knew better. Isa couldn't help it though, that's just who she was. Maybe she would go home because she thought Juliette had left her!

She stood up and her head hurt even more. She wanted to cry but she had to find Isa and she didn't want anyone to see her crying.

She opened the bathroom door and stumbled out into the hallway. The music was softer but not because they had turned it down, it was because it was far away. The speakers were all outside. Most of the kids were outside dancing. The house was a wreck, abandoned, had no electricity. The walls were covered in neon graffiti. A hundred years ago it had been a beautiful old French estate but it had been neglected and abandoned and now the parties made it look like the slums of any major city.

It smelled terrible. There was no reason to be in the house unless you wanted to get high or have sex.

Or lock yourself in a bathroom and pass out.

Juliette slid along the wall trying to slip past a man passed out in the hallway. She prayed he wouldn't wake up. There was a needle still in his hand.

Maybe he was dead.

She was going to start crying. More out of anger than fear. She always cried when she got mad and she was mad at Isa. She was furious. How could she do this to her? Why had she made her come?

Times like these she hated her sister. Despised her more than anyone else in the world. More than their mother, more than even Carlos!

And Juliette was suddenly terrified that she couldn't find Isa because something terrible had happened. She'd been drugged too, raped, beaten, dead.

Would she feel if Isa was dead?

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and she screamed.

The hand spun her around. "Where's Isa?!"

It took her a minute to focus. "Luis?"

He shook her so hard her teeth nearly rattled. "Where is she?!?!"

"Stop it! You're scaring her." Lorenzo was there. Lorenzo pushed Luis away.

"Juliette?" Lorenzo held her face in his hands, gently, sweetly. "Where's Isabella?"

Who cares? She wanted to say. Take me home! Leave her here, she deserves it. But she just started crying like a baby.

"She's been drugged." Lorenzo said it calmly.

Luis put his fist through a wall.

Lorenzo grabbed her hand. They followed Luis. Luis went from room to room. Screaming, cursing, threatening. He kicked in doors, hit walls, hit people.

Lorenzo couldn't stop him. He was scared to let go of Juliette. She was 14. She was 14 and they'd drugged her, he didn't know what else yet but they couldn't find Isabella and he couldn't let go of Juliette for a second. Not a second. She'd seen too much already.

The sounds, the smells, Lorenzo's sweaty palm, there was blood on the front of Luis's shirt.

And then a closed door at the end of the hall. Luis knocked it open.

She knew from the look on her brother's face, she knew he'd found her before she looked into the room herself. She'd never forget the look on Luis's face. She felt her hair stand on end.

She wished she'd stayed on the bathroom floor. Wished she was still there.

Lorenzo kept moving forward and Juliette could see into the room as well. She wished she'd closed her eyes and then, like he could read her mind, Lorenzo covered them, but it was too late.

She saw it all in just a fraction of a second. There was a mattress on the bare floor and Isa with no clothes on and there were two men and..

Lorenzos hand covered her eyes. He pushed her out into the hallway. He pushed her hard, not gentle anymore. He shoved her so hard she stumbled into the wall and then he slammed the door and left her alone in the hallway.

She heard a scuffle, then the door opened in less than 30 seconds and Lorenzo had Isa wrapped in a blanket. He walked passed Juliette and she knew to follow him. She knew to follow him and not look back because Luis wasn't behind him. Luis wasn't coming, yet.

And that was when Juliette knew. She knew that if anything ever happened to Lorenzo, she would feel it. Isa was her twin but Lorenzo was the one she knew.

The top was down on the convertible. Lorenzo set Isa in the back, Juliette sat in the front, next to her brother, Lorenzo started the car and pulled it up to the front door of the house.

They sat for a minute with the engine running. Lorenzo reached across, opened the glove compartment and pulled out a gun.

No one said anything. Juliette couldn't bring herself to turn around and even check on Isa. They just sat in silence and waited for Luis.

It felt like hours. Days. It was probably only a few minutes. It was the longest period of time in Juliette's young life. She stared at the moon but could never remember what stage it was in later. She heard the music, could never remember the song. She would remember what Lorenzo asked her, though.

"Do you need a doctor?"

She looked at him. He was always so calm. Luis was the emotional one but that night Lorenzo looked distraught.

"No," she replied.

He looked back at the door, anxious for Luis to appear.

"What about Isa?" she asked him.

He didn't say anything for several seconds then he threw the car in gear as Luis came running out the front door.

"Isa doesn't need a doctor."

Juliette didn't understand.

Lorenzo looked at her, seemed to be debating what to tell her, for some reason he settled on the truth. "Isa wasn't drugged, Isa wasn't even drunk."

Juliette spun around in her seat and looked back at her sister. She'd been afraid before. Afraid of what she'd see. Her sister passed out, beaten perhaps..

Isa was fully conscious. She sat up, wrapped in her blanket, staring straight ahead with a murderous look in her eyes.

They hadn't saved her. They'd ruined her fun.

Luis jumped into the back seat. "Go!"

Lorenzo took off.

The top was down, the wind was cool and Juliette was thankful because it kept her from throwing up.

Isa screamed something at Luis. Luis screamed back. Lorenzo popped in a cassette and turned the volume all the way up. It hurt Juliette's ears but she didn't care. She didn't want to hear them fighting. She didn't want to know. She never wanted to know.

Van Halen all the way to the gate. Then Lorenzo turned it off. They took the dirt road to the back of the estate and cut the engine and let the car coast the last few feet to the back of the barn.

Lorenzo put the top up. He opened the passenger side door and tried to help Juliette out but she didn't need any help, she was better, she was fine, it was over and she could damn well walk back to the house on her own.

She glanced back and like before, like back at the party, she wished she hadn't seen. Luis curled up in the fetal position, his head in Isa's lap. He was shaking, crying. There was blood on his face, snot, tears. He looked like he would die. Juliette wondered how badly he was hurt.

Isa rubbed his back, talked to him softly, soothed him, whispered to him. She was calm and oddly appeared to have complete control of the situation.

Juliette turned and started walking back to the house as fast as she could.

"You should try to eat something and drink as much water as you can before you go to sleep," Lorenzo offered.

"I'm not drunk."

"I know, but someone slipped you something and you're probably going to feel it in the morning."

Juliette stopped turned around and looked at her brother. "She left me. She just...left me."

"You were probably better off."

She sat up so fast AJ jumped.

She looked around the bathroom, trying to figure out where she was and how she got there.

"You had too much to drink," he reminded her.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked.

AJ shrugged. "I didn't want to leave you."