This popped into my head while I was in the shower. A little bit of alternate history. This goes back to right after Morgan was born – I’m pretty sure I’ll be changing his name. You’ll see why. Suggestions for possible replacements would be great. Carly is still in a coma.

Let me know if I should continue.

Jen

A/N – Characters are not. If they were GH would sure as hell not be the way it is now. Ha ha

Past Revisited

Prologue

“For years I stood by while you tore my family….”

“They’re not…..” Protesting arrogantly, Sonny licked his bloody lips.

“They are my fucking family. I gave them to you. I trusted you to take care of them. And what do you do? You cheat on her, repeatedly. You let your brother live after he let her think he’d raped her and then he chained, he fucking chained her Sonny, to a wall and told her he was going to kill her and take her baby.” Jason sneered at him as he cocked the gun and held it to self-important mobster’s forehead. He had once been his mentor. His best friend. The man who gave him the choice to be who he wanted. But now all he could see was the man that was standing in the way of his family’s happiness. Their future. All he could see was the man who had taunted the woman he loved into his bed and then treated her like a whore afterwards. “And then, and then………” Jason pulled in a shaky breath at the thought of Carly’s comatose body lying silently in that hospital bed. “You fucking shot her, in the head.”

“I thought……”

“Shut up.” Jason slapped him upside the head with his gun. “I don’t care what you thought. You were the reason she was there in the first place.”

Sonny closed his eyes, his head ringing from the force of the slap. He pulled reflexively against the bands that had him tied with his hands behind his back to the chair. Never had he imagined that Jason would do this. That he could do this. He’d made him. Taught him. How could he fucking dare?

Jason leaned down close to his ear, a smug grin in place. “Your precious new son. The baby she fought so hard to have. He’s mine, Sonny.” He nodded confirmation and continued, grinning at the murderous look of disbelief in the former godfather’s eyes. “The problem was never Carly, Sonny. It was you. And when Carly came to me begging for my help. Asking me what she should do, I spent the most amazing night of my life getting your wife pregnant.”

Jason stood abruptly and watched with satisfaction as the son of a bitch’s head snapped back from the force of the bullet entering his head. Time to go home to his family.