Okay,
here's another re-write of history! (Hey if Guza and Pratt can do
it, so can I) It's a stand alone. This takes place after Sonny and
Alexis came back from the bluff after Capelli had shown Sonny Carly's
shoe. When they just stood in the hall and stared at one another
before Alexis handed him his suit coat and shut the door.
The
elevator doors opened and silently the two stepped out. Alexis first,
and then Sonny. He followed her to her door and waited the customary
couple of seconds while she fiddled with the lock, finally giving
up in a frustrated sigh. Wordlessly she handed the key to him and
let him open the door for her. The door swung open and she stepped
inside, turning around to face him. They stared at one another for
what seemed an eternity. So much was wrong and it was frustrating
both of them because it was getting in the way of what they both
knew in the back of their minds was right. Both of them, back in
the far recesses of their minds, wanted to tell the other something
that would alter the course of their relationship forever. Something
that would alter their lives even more than the night they had chosen
one another...the night that had started all this madness.
Alexis had come running when the police called her, unable to locate
Sonny, to tell him that they had found Carly's shoe in the lake
and needed him to identify it. She had gone to the bluff, but Sonny
was already there. He had waxed on about the guilt he was feeling
and how it must have felt for Carly as she had gone through the
guardrail and plummeted to her untimely demise. Alexis had done
her best not to feel hurt and angry that Sonny was blaming Carly's
accident on them and what they had done and what Carly had seen.
She tried to get him to see that Carly had simply been somewhere
she was not supposed to be and saw something she shouldn't have.
Then Capelli had shown up with the evidence bag containing Carly's
shoe and Sonny had lost it. She lost it. Images of Sonny's face
and Michael without his mother would never leave her mind. Then
he had removed his jacket and thrown it around her shoulders. He
had taken her hand in his and led her to his limo to drive her home
and he did not let go of her hand the entire ride back to the penthouse.
Once or twice in the disturbing silence of the car ride home his
thumb had absently stroked the top of her hand and for a brief few
seconds Alexis felt comforted.
Now they stood in the hallway and neither knew what to say or how
to act. Alexis fought the urge to ask him in, to throw her arms
around him and tell him everything would be okay, that he would
get through this and that she would be there for him every step
of the way. But she knew in her heart that therein lied the problem.
She could tell Sonny wanted comfort from her. He was standing there,
his eyes pleading with her to say something, but guilt wouldn't
let either of them speak a word. Alexis knew that any hint of a
show of feeling towards the other would lead to more feelings of
guilt that Carly lay dead somewhere in the cold lake waters because
they were weak and got caught up in a moment that they couldn't
control. So now they stood and they stared. Finally Alexis could
take it no more and she silently slipped his coat from around her
shoulders and held it out to him. A flicker of disappointment flashed
through his weary eyes and he reached for the garment, his hand
stopping, resting on top of her own. Soon the coat slumped to the
floor with an audible thud as their hands held on to each other
for a few more minutes. Alexis tore her gaze from his and extracted
her hand from his. With one final look of pain and regret from both
of their faces, she slowly shut the door and went inside.
She had resigned herself to the fact that Sonny would never forgive
himself this time. That he would attribute another death of a loved
one to himself...and quite possibly her. She sat on the couch unwilling
to move, just staring straight ahead, thankful for the moment that
her sister was elsewhere. She needed to be alone and she needed
not to talk. She needed her best friend and it killed her that she
couldn't just go over and knock on his door. It pained her even
more that she might never be able to walk over and seek his advice
or just be comforted when she needed it because the sight of her
would always be a reminder of what they did and how it caused a
tragedy. She closed her eyes and jumped as the phone rang out a
shrill tone, jarring her from her solemn reflection. She moved slowly
fearing more bad news and picked up the phone. "Alexis Davis,"
she said, her voice raw and raspy.
"I
need you," came the voice she had come to know so well.
"I'll
be right there."
Seconds
later she was at his door and it stood open, waiting for her to
enter. He was standing at the bar, a drink being poured and he held
up the bottle offering one to her as well. She nodded yes and stepped
forward closing the door behind her. He set a glass next to his
own on the bar and filled it with the amber liquid that Alexis guessed
was his favorite drink of choice, scotch. She loathed the taste
of the stuff but right now anything that could dull her senses was
all right with her. She moved forward and reached past him, her
hand cupping the crystal glass. She didn't even flinch when his
hand came down and covered hers, stilling her movements. She brought
her eyes to his and there was no mistaking what he needed her to
do. She understood, and as much as she didn't want it to be like
this, she needed it too. She needed to get lost and he was the only
person she could get lost in. She took his hand and followed him
to his bedroom and she comforted him the best way she knew how at
the moment and he comforted her back. Neither of them thought about
the guilt. Neither of them thought about the pain that they were
feeling or the fact that they were giving in once again to the very
thing they thought responsible for the misery that abounded right
now. No, right now they were seeking solace in one another and that
was the only thing that mattered.
