Chapter Eight

"Large coffee, please," Lorenzo said to the girl behind the counter at Kelly's with a tired smile.

"Boy, someone needs a caffine boost," said Skye as she joined Lorenzo at the counter. She had not seen Lorenzo much since their talk at the Haunted Star a month ago. And, if she had to admit it to herself, she was a little disappointed he had not come back and found herself looking for him either at the Haunted Star or around town. Running into him at Kelly's seemed to be pure luck on her part.

"Long day," he said, looking over at her with a smile. Although the night on the Haunted Star was fuzzy at best, he remembered the way her eyes lit up in the candle light and how the flame seemed to set her hair ablaze.

Skye smiled and nodded her head. "So, how's Jessica? I've seen her around town and she looks good," Skye said conversationally, not wanting him to rush off right away.

"She's doing okay, considering," Lorenzo answered, sipping his coffee, the hot liquid sliding down his throat.

"I take it your still not thrilled about her and Jason," Skye said and then rolled her eyes. "Dumb, I know."

"No, it wasn't and don't think for an instant you're dumb Skye. You're nowhere near it." Without hesitating, Lorenzo reached out and tucked a strand of that fiery hair behind her ear.

Skye swallowed at his touch and then smiled at him. “So, umm . . . something very interesting happened at the Quartermaines this morning,” she said, trying to distract herself from the feel of his fingers.

“Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he took another sip of his coffee. “Did Monica finally kick everyone out?”

“Not exactly, Jason came over to . . . warn . . . the family about Jessica,” she said with a small smile as she remembered the events of that morning.


Jason walked into the Quartermaine Mansion, following the sounds of voices coming from the sitting room. He sighed as he walked into the room, seeing that most of the family was there, engaged in what he believed was the family’s most treasured pastime: arguing.

Monica noticed Jason first as he walked into the room and stood in front of the fire place. She quickly quieted everyone down.

“Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” said Tracy in a bored voice.

“Shut up, Tracy,” said Monica as she turned back to her son.

Jason glared at Tracy before turning his attention to the rest of the family. “I am here to tell you all to leave Jessica Alcazar alone,” he said simply.

“Now why would we concern ourselves with her?” Tracy asked disdainfully. “And since when do you care about anyone with the name Alcazar? I mean, isn’t he supposed to be your enemy or something?”

“Shut up Tracy!” Monica said again, louder this time.

Skye sighed and shook her head. It was apparent that most of the family was unaware of the extent of Jason’s involvement with Jessica.

“Jessica is pregnant with my child and I am telling you now, stay away from them both,” Jason said, his voice cold, hard, and threatening as he looked each person in the eye.

After getting over the initial shock of the news, Tracy went and opened her big mouth. “And you’re sure the child is yours? I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time you claimed a child as yours when it wasn’t.”

Skye watched as Jason took a menacing step toward Tracy. “I’m sure Jason is telling the truth Tracy,” Skye said quickly.

Jason stopped and looked over at Monica, knowing she would understand and be able to somewhat control the rest of the vultures. “Jessica has enough stress to deal with at the moment,” he began, but was cut off by Tracey’s snort.

“I’m sure Daddy Alcazar is none too happy about his little girl carrying the child of an enemy.”

Choosing to ignore Tracy – for now – Jason turned back to Monica. “Her blood pressure is up and I would rather none of you add to her stress.” He then looked at Edward. “My child will not be considered a Quartermaine in any way.” Then he turned and left without another word.

~End Flashback~

“I would have liked to have been a fly on that wall after Morgan left,” said Lorenzo with a smile.

“Yeah, well, believe me, it was not pretty,” said Skye as she rolled her eyes. “Edward started spouting out dreams of a new Quartermaine heir while Tracy shot him dirty looks. Monica and Alan started arguing over Monica’s agreeing with Jason. But I am sure that between you and Jason, the message will get across.”

Lorenzo nodded. “Jessica is also pretty tough herself. She’s not one to let someone else tell her how to run her life,” he said, hearing the slight bitterness in his own voice.

“I take it that’s not a quality you are terribly fond of.”

“No, don’t get me wrong, I am glad my daughter can take care of herself.”

“But not when it comes to what you think is best for her?”

“Exactly,” he said as he finished the rest of his coffee. He pulled out some money to pay for his beverage. “I should get going.”

Skye stood with Lorenzo. “Thanks for the information on the Quartermaines,” he added.

“No problem,” Skye said with a smile as she watched him leave the diner.


“Home Sweet Home,” the blonde woman sighed as she watched the familiar harbor town slide by the dark windows of her limo. She couldn’t exactly say she was glad to be back in Port Charles, NY, but she did have some unfinished business to deal with.

As the limo pulled up in front of her building, the blonde woman climbed out of the car and instructed her driver to have her bags brought up to her penthouse.

She walked into the main room, her stiletto heels tapping on the floor as she shed her long black leather jacket and tossed it over the black leather arm chair. She couldn’t wait to get started.


Diego was on his way home later that night when he ran into his father in the park. “Hi,” he said, still uncomfortable with the man and unable to hide it.

“Diego,” said Lorenzo with a nod as he looked at his son. Lorenzo regretted not knowing his son sooner, but he was determined to get to know the young man now, at Diego’s pace of course. “How are you?”

“Good,” said Diego as he slid his hands into his jean pockets.

Lorenzo nodded again. “And your sister, how are her and the baby doing?”

“Their good,” said Diego. “Umm . . . look, I know you worry about Jessica and all, but I am not going to spy on her for you or anything.”

Lorenzo sighed. “I wouldn’t ask you to do something like that Diego,” he said sincerely, hoping the younger man believed him. “And yes, I do worry about her, but Jessica is a very determined and independent young woman, and I am starting to understand some of the boundaries she is putting in place.”

“Good, because I know she hates fighting with you.”


She watched from the shadows as the object of her reason for returning to Port Charles stood in the middle of the docks talking to some kid. Her research told her that he now had a seventeen-year-old son who he had just learned about recently. He is defiantly a younger version of his father in the looks department, she thought to herself. Maybe a little rough around the edges, but he did have potential. She also knew of his daughter, who conveniently was involved with Jason Morgan and currently carrying his child. This all made for some very interesting plans that were swimming around in her head. All she had to do now was fine tune them and put them into place.

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