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Alexis Davis. Sister, cousin, mother, friend.
Skye gazed at the picture of Alexis's grinning face with a wistful smile. Alexis looked so happy in the photograph, as if she didn't have a care in the world. She radiated confidence and composure. It saddened Skye to think that Alexis's last several months on earth were filled with such heartache; the loss of her sister, her murdering Alcazar, the custody battle for Baby Kristina....the contented woman smiling back at her in the picture was definitely not the Alexis with whom Skye last came in contact. Skye wiped a tear that was threatening to fall down her cheek; she wanted to stay strong for Ned and Nikolas. She looked again at the picture, and suddenly a feeling of warmth surfaced. She realized that where Alexis was now, she would definitely be happy again. Despite their many disagreements, Skye respected Alexis a great deal: she was incredibly intelligent, career-driven, family-oriented, and a very good friend to Jax. She was a good woman, and there was no doubt in Skye's mind that Alexis was now in a better place.
Skye made her way down the aisles to the pews where her family was sitting. "Hello, everyone," she said softly.
"Who said you were welcome here?" grumbled Edward. "Alexis couldn't stand the sight of you!"
"Grandfather, I just thought that-" Skye began, but Monica cut her off.
"No, maybe the old buzzard is right for once in his life. This day is hard enough as it is, we don't need you here causing trouble."
"Hey, back off her, all right?" AJ exclaimed. "Skye is part of the family, and she has every right to be here, just as much as any of you." He squeezed Skye's hand comfortingly, and as lovely as his words sounded to Skye, they broke her heart. Rae was to arrive in Port Charles that evening, and for all she knew, Rae would reveal to her that she was not a true Quartermaine.
"Oh, AJ, I wouldn't go spouting off about things you don't understand. It makes you look, well, how should I put this...stupid? No...clueless? Mm.....well, let's not mince words, like the foolish little pipsqueak that you are."
Everyone's attention whipped around to the woman standing in the aisle.
"Tracy? Oh good Lord, why are you here? No one invited you!" Edward shouted.
"You were supposed to be spending time getting Lila and Dillon acquainted back at the house," said Alan.
"Go spew your venom somewhere else," Skye added, her voice with a note of shakiness, "This is not the place."
"Well well well, is the little match girl trying to stand up to the big bad wolf? Well nice try, sweetheart, but you're completely out of your league."
"Skye has more class in her pinky finger than you have in your whole body, Aunt Tracy," AJ barked. "She's ten times the Quartermaine you are."
Tracy let out a pompous laugh. "Oh, AJ, you are just full of jokes today, aren't you? It's always a pleasure watching you make a fool out of yourself-"
"Why don't you just slither back to the mansion? You don't belong here!" Monica hissed.
"Are you going to make me, Miss Clairol?" Tracy shot back.
Alan shook his head. "Why don't you lay off-"
"Will you all just be quiet?!?!"
Everyone turned to look. Ned had been in the pew in front of them, kneeling down in prayer, but their loud argument had interrupted him.
"We are here to pay our respects to one of the best women I have ever known, and what are you making it out to be? A circus, some cheap talk show? This is the biggest disgrace I have ever seen-"
"Ned, I'm sorry-" Alan began.
"No, you listen to me. I will not have Alexis's funeral made a mockery. There's no room here for bitter, vindictive shrews who have nothing better to do than to spread their hate and self-pity."
"Ned, honey, I came here for you. Come on. Let's go talk somewhere quiet," Tracy said, her tone lowering.
"You know what?" Ned replied. "You are going to go somewhere else, but I'm staying here to say goodbye to Alexis."
"But-"
"You heard me, get the hell out of here! I don't want to see your face."
Tracy looked stricken for a moment, then regained her arrogant countenance. "Well. All right then." She turned to leave, muttering "Some people just don't know how to talk to their mothers" under her breath.
Edward turned to face Skye, who was now seated next to AJ. "Well, didn't you hear Ned? About bitter, vindictive shrews? Because that certainly applies to you."
"Hey, I-" Skye began, but then her voice lowered and she turned to Ned. "Well, Ned, if that's really what you want-"
"No, Skye, you can stay. I know you came here out of respect, and I really appreciate it."
"What? But this she-devil's only going to cause trouble," Edward sputtered.
"I said I don't want any arguing," Ned replied. "Skye's staying. Now drop it."
"Thanks Ned." Skye said softly. Ned gave her a weak smile.
"Would you like to go up and say a quick goodbye before the service starts?"
"Ummm..." Skye hesitated. "Well, sure." She got up from her seat and made her way to the front of the room, where the casket was. She knelt on the kneeler and began to say a few words in her heart. After a few moments, her thoughts and prayers were interrupted:
"Excuse me."
Skye looked up and saw a man staring down at her. He was in his forties, with dark hair and eyes, and a mysterious, almost exotic expression. He wore glasses but behind them, Skye could see that his eyes were wet.
"Um, would you like me to move over so you can say a prayer?"
"Yes...I would really appreciate a few moments with my...." he paused to wipe a falling tear. He cleared his throat. "If you wouldn't mind."
"Yes, of course," Skye replied, scooting to the left to give the man room. She tried to continue on with her prayer but she couldn't help but watch the handsome stranger. He had taken Alexis's hand and was beginning to cry.
"Oh Alexis.....I can hardly believe you're gone....I so wish I could have been here for you, to shield you from all your pain....it was so selfish of me to leave you and Nikolas behind so that I could deal with my own issues. I should have...I should have been here for you......I love you, Alexis. I know I didn't show that to you nearly enough, but I love you so much. You are one of the few people who kept me sane in this asylum we call a world....I'll....I'll miss you so much..." He broke down and began sobbing loudly. Skye didn't know what to do. She didn't want to intrude, but she didn't feel right just walking away and leaving him here like this. She was so consumed by his grief that all she could do was sit there, staring, frozen. Finally after a minute, he looked up from the casket and saw Skye watching him.
"I, uh...I'm so sorry. I'll leave you alone." Skye said.
"No, um, that's all right," he said, wiping his sopping cheeks. He stopped to look at her for a moment, studied her face. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I recognize you. Have we met?"
"I don't believe so," Skye replied. "I'm Skye Chandler Quartermaine."
"Were you a friend of Alexis's?"
"Well, she was my attorney for a while. I wouldn't really describe us as close friends, but I really respected her greatly as both an attorney as a person. I guess I'm here more for my cousin Ned, and also for Jax, my ex-husband."
"Oh, I see. Well, thank you for coming today. It means a lot to know Alexis touched so many people."
"Well, she truly was a force to be reckoned with."
"She was a formidable woman....the most courageous person I have ever known." The man began to cry again as he gazed back at Alexis's lifeless body.
Skye fished through her purse. "Here you go," she said, handing him a fresh Kleenex. "This might come in handy."
He took it, and as he did their fingertips touched slightly, just for a mere second, but it sent a shiver up her spine. There was something about him...
" I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name," she went on.
"Oh, my apologies. I am-" but he was interrupted by the sound of organ music. The funeral was about to begin.
"I best be getting to my seat," he said quickly, then left to take his place on the pew.
Skye too returned to her spot next to AJ.
"Hey, Sis, what were you talking to him for?" he whispered.
"Why not? Who is the man of mystery anyway?"
"You mean you don't recognize him?"
"Why, should I?"
"Yeah, didn't you meet him at Nikolas and Gia's engagement party a couple years ago?"
"No, I don't think I've ever met that man before. I think I would remember someone like him."
"Oh, Skye, don't start getting all drooly over the exotic stranger like you did with Jax. We don't need another situation like that on our hands."
Skye hit him playfully on the shoulder. "AJ, I'm not exactly talking about any great romance here. I'm just asking for the man's name."
AJ jokingly rubbed his shoulder as if she had really hurt him. "You better watch that right hook. Just for that, I might not tell you."
"AJ!" Skye hissed. "Out with it!"
"Skye, the man you traded tissues with is Stefan Cassadine."
*******
Maxie and Georgie's house
That afternoon
Georgie carelessly flipped through the channels as she lay flopped out on the couch. Jerry Springer. Pokemon. Passions. Some black and white movie she didn't recognize. Frustrated, she snapped the TV off and tossed the remote on the coffee table. She got up and headed for the kitchen, intending to make herself a cappucino, but then she stopped herself. What was she doing? Dillon was probably waiting for her to call, wondering why he hadn't heard from her yet. Georgie stared at the phone. She realized she had been putting it off all day because she was actually a little nervous. She had no idea what to expect during their afternoon of movies....and at the Quartermaine mansion, no less! She had never been to the Q estate and was a little intimidated by it all. Add to that the fact that she didn't know what to think about Dillon, and she was a nervous wreck. After another minute or two of a staring contest with the phone, Georgie finally picked it up and dialed.
"Hi Dillon, it's Georgie....pretty good, how are you?....That's good. Yeah, sorry I took so long getting you called, I um....I had a really busy morning.....yeah. Did you, uh, did you still want to get together to watch that movie?....Okay, great, sounds good....yeah, actually, I do need a ride. Mac's working again this morning and Maxie is God knows where....okay, see you in ten. Bye Dillon."
Georgie hung up the phone, surprised to feel her cheeks growing hot. What's going on here? Dillon's just a friend....it's Lucas that I'm in love with, right?....Dillon's just a cool guy....and cute....ummm.....heh, wow, I guess I never realized that before....but Lucas.... Her thoughts flitted back and forth in confusion for a while as she walked through her house, until she saw her reflection while passing by the mirror. She did a double take and ran back to take a second look. She glanced back at herself; her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing her comfy old pajama pants and a PC High sweatshirt. Oh God. This wouldn't do; this wouldn't do at all!
She raced up to her bedroom and started flipping through her closet. Beige cords? No, they had a hole in the knee....black skirt? Well, she was going to a fancy mansion...but no, then it would look like she was trying too hard....khaki shorts? No, then it would look like she wasn't trying hard enough....agghh....finally, she selected her best pair of dark blue jeans. Maxie always looked at her with a shade of jealousy when she wore them; maybe that was a good sign. She then rifled through her shirts and picked a tank top of several shades of pink. She slid these on and then added her pink sandals, a white shell necklace, and some watermelon lip gloss. She turned to head back downstairs, but stopped herself. She hurried into Maxie's room, took her mascara out of her makeup back and gave a quick sweep across her lashes. There. Done.
She ran down to the front hallway, taking the stairs two at a time. She checked her appearance once again in the mirror. Definitely an improvement from before, but...My God, why am I going to all this trouble? This is nuts! We're just friends....
She shook her head as if to rid herself of all her confusion, and her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Taking a huge deep breath, she opened the door.
"Hi Georgie."
"Hi Dillon. Good to see you." She gave a smile that she hoped wasn't too flirtatious, but not too run-of-the-mill, either.
"You too. I hope I didn't rush you too much," he replied.
Georgie felt her cheeks getting red again. "Uh, no. Not at all."
Dillon grinned. "Okay, good. I'm glad. You, uh...you look really pretty today, Georgie."
Georgie's blush intensified. "Uh, thanks Dillon. So do you." Then her eyes got wide. "I mean, well, not pretty, but....you know what I mean." Oh God, I am making such a fool of myself!
To her relief, Dillon didn't look mad or disgusted; instead, he just smiled. "It's okay. I'll take being pretty as a compliment. It's all good. You ready to go?"
Georgie returned his smile. He was so nice! "Yeah, sure. Let's go." She locked up the house and the two went to the car.
******
"Wow, so this is the Quartermaine mansion," Georgie said, eyes wide as Dillon led her up the driveway ten minutes later.
"Yep. I guess I lived here when I was really little, but I don't remember it. But it's been pretty cool living here the past couple weeks, if you don't mind Grandpa Edward screaming at those crazy servants all day long."
Georgie giggled. "It must be awesome having servants, eh?"
Dillon shrugged. "It's all right. But I don't know....I like doing things for myself, you know? I don't mind being independent."
"Yeah, I definitely know what you mean."
"But then again, not having to make my own bed is pretty all right."
They both started laughing as Dillon unlocked the door, and they made their way into the front hall.
Georgie's jaw dropped. "Wow." That was all she could think to say. Gee, Georgie, such intelligent conversation! she thought, giving herself a mental smack on the forehead. "Um, so who's all here?"
"The family's all at the funeral...well, except my mom. She came storming back from it a little while ago, and she's sulking upstairs. She muttered something about going shopping in a while. She'll probably take Edward's credit cards. You know, the usual."
"Sounds like fun," Georgie said with a smile. "So, do you have the movie?"
"Oh, I just gotta go grab it from my room. I'll be right back." Dillon opened the doors to the living room and he motioned for her to go in. "Just make yourself at home, and I'll be there in a minute." He started up the stairs, and Georgie went into the room, cautious not to bump into any of the ridiculously expensive things that were at every corner. She tried to figure out the proper way to sit on the couch that probably cost more than everything in her whole house. She sat up straight, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded in her lap. That was okay, right?
Just then, Reginald, the butler, came busting through the door.
"Hide me, quick!" he yelped, a look of utter panic on his face. Georgie just sat there with incredulous eyes.
"I gotta...behind the couch? Oh man...where should I hide?" he asked, giving her a pleading look.
"Uh...um...be-behind the curtains?" she suggested.
"Ahh, good one! Thanks!"
But before he could dive behind the gold-coloured curtains, Big Alice, the maid came trucking in.
"There you are Reggie! You can't hide from me, my little teddy bear! Come here and let me show you what a real woman is made of!"
"Not now Alice, please! I'm not ready for a woman of your...of your, um, incredible magnitude!"
"You know you want me, Shorty, now come and get me!"
Before Georgie knew what to think or say, Reginald was booting it out the patio doors and Alice was chasing him, arms stretched out in front of her. Alice slammed the door and continued after her reluctant beau. Georgie rubbed her eyes. Did she really just see that?
Hearing someone coming, Georgie returned to what she figured was the appropriate sitting position for a mansion of this elegance.
"Hey Georgie, sorry I took so long. The movie was buried under a bunch of stuff in my closet." Dillon popped the movie into the DVD player and flopped on the couch, legs propped up on the table.
"Anything crazy happen while I was gone?" he asked, glancing at Georgie who immediately changed positions, bringing her legs up on the couch and crossing them under her, Indian style. Maybe she didn't have to be so "rich-classy" after all.
"Oh, uh, nothing. I just...I just met some of your servants. That's all."
Dillon chuckled. "I can only imagine. Well, the movie's starting. I'm gonna go dim the lights. Gives you a better theatre effect."
He turned the knob to make the lights dim to a dark glow, and then he slid back on to the couch. Georgie couldn't help but notice that he was only a few inches away from her. She felt her heart start to pound a little faster, and that surprised her. She was crazy for Lucas, she only liked Dillon as a friend. Right?
They sat together and watched The Big Chill, which Georgie had to admit was really good. They laughed, they cried...well, Georgie sniffed a little, anyway....and they just really enjoyed themselves. And to her surprise, they kept inching closer and closer together throughout the film. As the end credits began to roll, they were right next to each other, shoulders leaning. Georgie couldn't understand why she felt so nervous. They were friends, and she had kissed him before....but that was just as a ploy to get Lucas and Maxie's attention...it wasn't like it was a real kiss or anything.....and if they were just friends, why did she have such an urge to turn and kiss him again?
Her thoughts were interrupted when Dillon turned to face her and whispered, "Did you like it?"
"Huh?" Georgie replied, then realizing what he had said, continued, "Oh, yeah! That was great!"
"You really liked it?"
"Yeah! That was really cool. I definitely enjoyed it."
Dillon grinned. "Good. I'm really glad."
Georgie didn't hear a word he had said. She was too busy noticing his perfect white teeth, and the way his eyes crinkled so cutely when he smiled. He had little dimples too, just like Ned, she realized.
"So what do you want to do now?" he asked.
"Hmm? Um, it doesn't matter. Whatever you want. It's your house."
"No, you choose. You're my guest."
Georgie couldn't help but notice that their faces were getting closer and closer as they spoke. What do I do, what do I do? Oh man, is he gonna...am I gonna....
"Georgie?" Dillon asked softly.
"Yeah?" she whispered back.
"Would it...I mean....I don't want to, you know, be too forward or anything, but.....I...."
"Just say it. It's okay."
"Would it...would it be okay if I kissed you?" he said in faint whisper.
Georgie's lips began to turn up slightly in a giddy smile. "Um...y-yes, I think that would definitely be okay."
Her heart fluttered as Dillon put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her. Her hands shook around, she realized she didn't know what to do with them! Finally, she just put them on his shoulders and kissed him back.
"Dillon, I'm going out, hon. What? What's going on here?!"
They pulled away in surprise as Tracy turned on the lights.
"What do you think you're doing, missy?" she asked Georgie with angry eyes. "Get away from my son!"
"I, umm, I am so sorry, I was just....uhh..."
"Yeah, I know what you were just doing. Dillon, who is this hussy?"
"She's no hussy, mom," Dillon said angrily, crossing his arms. "This is my friend, Georgie Jones."
"A Jones? As in Felicia Jones? As in the middle class? Good Lord, Dillon, I thought you had more sense than this! There are so many girls at your school that have what it takes to date a Quartermaine, but this Jones person clearly does not!"
"Mom, you're not being fair! Georgie is a perfectly good, classy girl, not like you would know what class is if it came up and bit you on the-"
"Do NOT raise your voice to me, young man! You go upstairs to your room-"
"Mom, I'm not a little kid. You can't just order me upstairs anymore."
"-and you, missy, you get out of this mansion and don't ever let me catch you here again. You do not belong here."
"I- I'm so sorry, Mrs. Quartermaine. I...I won't bother you again." She got up and ran for the door.
"Georgie, Georgie wait!" Dillon called. But it was too late. The door closed, and Georgie was gone. Dillon headed for the door too, but Tracy grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Don't you chase after that trash, Dillon!"
"She's not trash, Mom, and I have to! I drove her here, she has no way home!"
"Well, let her take the bus then. That's what those people are accustomed to, anyway."
Dillon shook his head. "You know, Mom, you never cease to amaze me. Just when I think you can't get anymore wrong about the world, you go and top even yourself. You make me sick." He opened the front door and slammed it as loud as he could. He hopped in his car. Hopefully he could find Georgie and tell her that his mom was so wrong, and that he didn't agree with a word she said.
******
After three hours of driving around, Dillon returned to the Q mansion. He couldn't find Georgie anywhere; not at her house, not at Kelly's, the library, or the mall. Being so new to town, he didn't know where else to look. And he realized he didn't even have her number, she only had his. He trudged up to his room and slammed the door.
Downstairs, Skye was pacing back and forth, waiting for Rae to come. Finally, the bell rang. She opened it, and there stood her mother.
"Hi, honey! I'm so glad you asked me to come visit you! This really means a lot, and-"
Skye turned her back and walked toward the staircase. She took a seat on the bottom step and crossed her arms. Puzzled, Rae just walked on in and closed the door.
"This is not exactly a mother daughter bonding visit, Mom."
Rae's stomach did a flip flop. Uh oh. She and Skye had made such inroads during their last visit, but now it seemed as if Skye had changed her mind.
Rae went and sat down next to Skye. "Is something the matter? Well, obviously something's the matter, or-"
"Ding ding ding, someone give Mommy Therapist a prize for being so perceptive. Oh wait, that's right, you're not really a therapist, something I had to learn in the gossip section of the paper, by the way."
"Oh, Skye, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, but I was such a mess when that whole thing blew up on me...I just wanted to forget it. Is that what this is about?"
"Actually, Mother, no, this is about another lie you told. A lie that is much more enormous than that. But I guess since you tell so many, it's hard to keep them straight, isn't it?"
Rae put her hand on Skye's shoulder, but she shrugged it off. Rae took a deep breath. "Honey, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm sorry-"
"Yeah, you should be sorry. You should be really, really sorry, Mother, for turning my life upside down not once, but twice." Skye started to cry. "How could you do this to me?"
"Skye, honey, oh, don't cry. I'm- I'm so sorry you're hurt, but I honestly have no idea what you think I lied to you about. Please, Skye, talk to me."
"Tracy told me everything. Everything."
"Tracy? Tracy's back in town? Oh God. I hate that woman, that loathsome, manipulative little harpie."
"Oh, you're right about that. She's probably the biggest witch I've ever seen," Skye muttered, wiping her tears. "But at least she has enough guts to tell me the truth."
Rae felt her pulse begin to double. She couldn't be talking about...no, there was no way...."S-skye, what exactly did she say?"
"She told me that-"
"Oh, for the love of God, what are YOU doing here?" Monica bellowed, seeing Rae as she made her way down the stairs.
"Who, who's here?" Edward asked, coming in from the living room. "Oh, Lord, not YOU!"
"Nice to see you as always, Monica, Edward." Rae muttered.
"If you're here to make a pass at MY husband again, Rae, you'd be better off just packing your things and heading back to Llanview, because it's NOT going to happen."
"Just when I thought this day couldn't get any more difficult," Ned said, rubbing his eyes as he leaned in the doorway. "Let the games begin."
"Everyone, just leave me alone, I'm here to see Skye, all right? I'm not here to bother any of you."
"Well, your mere presence gives me a migraine, so I'd suggest you go somewhere else," Monica sneered.
"I think that's a great idea," Skye mumbled, heading for the door. "I have to get out of this hellhole." Rae trotted after her and slammed the door.
******
Luke's Club
"Can I get you ladies anything?" Luke asked, wiping some glasses behind the bar.
"Yes, please," Skye replied. "I'll have a-"
"Skye, don't! You worked so hard for your sobriety!"
Skye turned to look at Luke, ignoring Rae. "I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that I'll have a club soda, please." She smiled at Luke. Rae breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll have the same."
"Comin right up, darlins," Luke said, heading to the pop fountain.
"I'm so glad you're not drinking, you have no idea," Rae sighed.
"Yeah, well that just goes to show you that you know nothing about me. But I already realized that when I found out what you did. You lied to me, destroyed my life!"
"Skye, I don't know what you're talking about! Does it have to do with Tracy, with something she said?"
"I know you know, Mom, don't play stupid! I can tell by the look in your eyes! You know damn well what Tracy told me about....about Alan, and you and....." her voice trailed off as she began to sob again.
"Here you go, ladies," Luke said, placing the two club sodas in front of them. "Ooh, sorry to interrupt," he added, noticing their heated expressions. He went back to wiping off the wine glasses, glancing at them curiously every now and then.
Rae rubbed her eyes nervously. "Tracy...Tracy told you that Alan isn't your father, didn't she?"
"Then it's true?" Skye asked in a soft tone, almost that of a little girl. "I'm not a Quartermaine?"
"Oh Skye...."
"It's true, isn't it? You lied to me, Alan lied to me, God, who else? I guess Adam Chandler lied too, and Edward....my whole life is one big damn lie."
"No! Skye, no! Alan and the Quartermaines, they had no idea...."
"I don't understand. If you didn't sleep with Alan, then I think he would know I'm not his. I mean I didn't exactly get an A+ in biology but even I know that." She let out a sardonic laugh before taking a long sip of her club soda.
"No, Skye, I did sleep with Alan...I dated him for a year and we were definitely intimate."
"Then you cheated on him? Hmm, why am I not surprised? Like mother like daughter, right? I guess we're both the sluts they say we are."
"Oh Skye....I....I only cheated on Alan once. Just once! I......oh God, I don't know how to say this. I'm so ashamed..."
"Just spit it out. I don't think there's anything else you could say that would make me hate you any more than I do right now."
These words hit Rae like a ton of bricks. Any good thing she had formed with Skye was now completely ruined. What did she have to lose? "I...I needed money for some cough medicine, but I didn't have any, and I was too embarrassed to tell Alan...I was at the docks one day and this guy was coming on to me, and....he thought I was a hooker, and he propositioned me, and....oh God...I said yes, but just because I need the money so badly, and I....well, you know what happened...."
"So I'm the product of an act of prostitution? Well, that does seem fitting, doesn't it."
"Oh, Skye, I wanted you to be Alan's so badly! I thought since it was just one time, it couldn't be this guy at the docks'! I never even saw him again! But I had to know the truth, so I took a paternity test. And you definitely weren't Alan's. Skye, I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you-"
"And why didn't you? Why did you let me believe for two years that Alan Quartermaine was my father when you knew very well that he wasn't? Why did you put me in that madhouse for two years when they weren't even my real damn family? Why did you do this to me?"
Rae was crying just as much as Skye now. "Skye, like I said, it was a one time thing, and I never even saw the guy again! I didn't know where he lived, or what he did for a job, or even if he was from Port Charles! I had no way of tracking him down ever again, so I thought instead of giving you a big question mark, I'd give you a life that I thought would be best for you. A good life. One that you deserved."
"But I guess I didn't deserve to know the truth, huh? The truth doesn't matter, is that it? I thought that was my motto, but I guess I had to get it from someone. Looks like all my less than desirable traits came from you, Mother."
"Skye, you are a beautiful, intelligent, savvy woman. And Alan loves you, I know he does. That will never change."
"Except he isn't my father."
"He is in the way that counts!"
"Not to me! Not to me. My God, my father is some sleazy stranger who pays people for sex! I'm dirty...I'm trash. Tracy was right."
"No, Skye, don't ever say that-"
"My God, do you even know your john's name? Or were you in too much of a hurry to get your grubby hands on the money that you didn't have time to ask?"
Rae took a breath. "I...I don't actually know if this was the truth, but he told me his name was Rex Mitchell."
Luke looked up from his glasses with fire in his eyes. "What the hell do you know about Rex Mitchell?"
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