|
March 26, 2002
Skye: Let me out! This isn't funny, damn you! I know you're still there. Open this door right now or you're going to be very sorry! Do you know who I am? I'm a Quartermaine. My family practically owns this town. And I'm very good friends with Jasper Jacks. He owns the rest practically, so you're going to be in more trouble than you ever bargained for, whoever you are. Oh, my God, unless it's Sonny. That's it, it's him. I know who sent you. You can tell that overdressed thug, Corinthos, that he's not going to mess with me this time. Oh no, I am taking him down. Did you hear me? Huh? Or did Sonny send one of the dumb ones? Then again, how could he tell the difference with the bunch of you?
[Skye picks up the note]
"If you don't get Courtney back, your brother is finished and so are you!"
Wonderful! I'm being held hostage for information I don't even have. Hey, you morons! I don't know where AJ took Courtney! Do you hear me? Yeah, right, like they'd even believe me. They're probably not even there. They're just gone, mission accomplished and all.
Oh AJ, this is all your fault! I told you that going after Courtney was going to get you into nothing but trouble, but did you listen to me? No! I even tried locking you in a closet, and did that work? Oh, no. You still come rushing in hellbent for leather, and now there's a price on your head and I'm stuck in here in this godforsaken shed.
Ooh, God, I would strangle you with my bare hands right now if I could. I mean, how am I supposed to get out of here? Who's going to come looking for me, let alone set up a search party? AJ would, that's who. Oh, but are you here? No. Where are you? You're probably on some beach somewhere drinking some fruity concoction while I'm here freezing my tush off in this disgusting shed!
Oh, oh, God. Skye wait, don't go there, ok? You're going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine. I mean, someone's going to come looking for me, right? My father, he loves me. At least he did until my last raging defense of, whoa, you got it, AJ! He probably wants to wash his hands of the both of us. There's Jax, oh that man is a born rescuer and he is incredibly good at it. Oh, Jax, please. Jax, please come find me.
Please come find me. Get real. After everything that I put him through, I'm sure I am the last thing on his mind. Oh, congratulations, Skye. Good job all around. I've got no one to blame but myself. I mean, why should Jax care whether I live or die, huh? I lied to him over and over, and still he didn't give up on me.
Even after I shamelessly manipulated him, even after he saw the real me in all my damaged glory, he still hung in there, still trying to get through to me, trying to keep me real. Even after AJ bolted with Courtney, he was worried about me. And what do I do? Do I give him a clue as to how thankful I am for his belief, his faith? Of course not. Oh, how brilliantly self-destructive, Skye. How absolutely you. I was so afraid Jax would hurt me. I hurt him instead. Maybe if I hadn't, he'd be looking for me right now. But I did, and he's not.
----------------------------------------
Carly: Ugh, I finally shut Skye's mouth, that smug little witch. I swear I... Hey, partner, what's going on?
Jax: Hey. Well, not too much. We got some business to discuss.
Carly: Oh. Yeah, yeah, we do.
Bobbie: Well, I'll leave you two alone.
Jax: Ok, let's have it, Carly. What did you do to Skye?
Carly: What makes you think I did something to Skye?
Jax: I just heard you admit it to Bobbie.
Carly: I don't recall actually saying I did something to her. I gave her a piece of my mind, which shut her up for a minute, but we all know that's just temporary relief. I swear that woman has the biggest mouth of anyone I have ever met, and trust me, I know big mouths.
Jax: A piece of your mind, huh? You sure that's all you gave her?
Carly: As opposed to what, Jax? A broken nose? A fat lip? No, you can relax. I did not hurt the tramp, although I wish somebody would, they should. You know, you've watched those wrestling programs on TV? You know, the ones where everybody's slamming everyone around? That is what I would love to do to Skye. I would pick her up and put her over my head and spin around a few times, get her dizzy as hell, and then I would just, I would just slam her right on the mat, and then I'd climb up on the ropes and I would just, I would jump on her with...
Jax: All right, ok. Carly!!
Carly: What?
Jax: Ok, that's enough, all right? I get the picture.
Carly: Oh, sorry.
Jax: You know, I've told you before, I've told Sonny before. What do you want me to do, take an ad out in the paper? I don't want Skye to come to any physical harm.
Carly: Not even in someone's admittedly overactive imagination? I thought that you and Skye were business partners, former ones at that. Did I miss something?
Jax: Don't be absurd.
Carly: You've fallen for Skye?
Jax: You know, I'm the first to admit that you're a multitalented woman. I mean, you have a flair for commercial design, you have developed an acute business sense, but none of the above qualify you as some kind of psychic heart reader, ok?
Carly: Oh, I am right, aren't I? You got your heart involved with Skye.
Jax: I didn't say that.
Carly: Oh yes, you did, maybe not in so many words, but... Ok, you know what? I'm going to give you a scenario here, a few of them, and maybe, maybe something will ring a bell. You tell me, ok?
Jax: Ok, shoot.
Carly: All right, thank you. So you are concentrating at work or whatever, and Skye creeps into your thoughts and she won't go away. True or false?
Jax: Ok, you know what, Carly? I'm not doing this. Just give me the ad space, and...
Carly: Ok, that would be true! All right, scenario number two, there is a knock at the door and your heart, it does a little stammer step. So you go to the door and you open it, but, oh, it's not Skye. It's a messenger. Your heart sinks.
Jax: Oh.
Carly: True or false? Ok, that'd also be a true. So scenario number three, despite the fact that Skye deserves every nasty, rotten thing that anyone ever says about her, you have to keep yourself from taking a swing at that person. Oh, God, don't, you know what? Don't even answer that one because it's all over your face.
Carly: Jax, I consider you my friend. I don't know how that happened, but I really do. So please, take my advice, in the spirit that it's meant, and run, do not walk, to the nearest exit because Skye Chandler Quartermaine is sure to bring you nothing but trouble.
Jax: You know what, Carly? I recall giving you exactly the same advice about Sonny. Did you listen?
Carly: Ok, my case is too advanced, but you still have a fighting chance.
Jax: Carly, you know what? What, you just, you know what? Mind your own business, ok? Mind our business. Do whatever it is that you do here and you know what? You're the last person that should be giving advice on this subject.
----------------------------------------
[Footsteps]
Skye: Oh, my God!
Oh, oh, they're watching me. And even if I did get out of here, I wouldn't be able to get very far. Sonny grabbed me because he wants answers.
It only makes sense he's going to send someone and ask me questions, someone who won't believe me when I say I don't know where AJ is. Someone who could drown me in that lake and make it look like an accident. Oh, God. I got to get out of here. Oh. Oh, God, thank you, God. A trap door.
Ugh. Ok, I'm going to go through the floor, out into the lake. Then what? Swim past the goons? Like I'm any good at swimming. It's my only option. Ooh! Ooh!
----------------------------------------
[Knocking]
Jax: Skye?
|
