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Title: Just Between Friends
Author: speedy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Expecting her second child and caught up in a mafia war, Carly Corinthos has a secret that will change the lives of everyone she knows.
Disclaimer: I'm not the Rat, so obviously the characters aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
Notes: Just moving this over from my now defunct website. This veers off canon right before the panic room fiasco in 2003.
Chapter 1
"I know where they are!" Carly cheered, rushing up to Frisco in a hotel lobby, carrying a garment bag in her arms. She had dragged him around to wedding chapels all over Atlantic City for hours looking for Jason and Blondie without much luck. Needless to say, Frisco was at his wit's end with her.
"If you drag me to another one of these places for nothing, I swear to God I will shoot you," he growled.
"I just saw Blondie buying a dress! She was telling someone where they were getting married at!" she told him hurriedly.
"And you just happened to hear it?" he asked skeptically.
She rolled her eyes, knowing she was caught. "Okay, so I was eavesdropping, but that's not the point!"
"Of course not."
"Oh, shut up!"
"You first," he taunted her, sticking his tongue out.
"Can we go now?" she said, tapping her foot in annoyance. "I have a wedding to stop."
Frisco eyes her suspiciously. "Have you even given a thought to how exactly you intend to pull this off? Or are you just going to tell Jason who you are and expect him to actually believe you?"
She cupped his face, smiling broadly. "That's what I have you for!"
He roughly pulled her hands away. "Oh, no! I'm not your personal planner, Carly. Do it on your own, I'm not helping you."
"Do you really want me to do that? Seeing how you're so concerned about blowing our cover and all of my plans seem to backfire majorly..."
Frisco pulled her close, their faces only inches apart. "Blow our cover and I'll kill you, got it?" he warned. Smiling, he released her. "As for Jason, I don't really care if you get your way."
"Fine," Carly sighed, pouting. "I'll do it myself."
Carly straightened and smoothed out her ankle length white slip dress. "This is it," she told Frisco as they entered the chapel. She glanced at him for support, but his expression didn't exactly inspire confidence. Looking around, she sighed, yet again wanting maim him severely. She immediately spotted Jason and Blondie- sitting with Sonny and Charlotte. A look of shock and recognition flashed across Charlotte's face as she spotted the pair. Then Blondie saw them as well. For the first time, Carly began to doubt herself. This wasn't going to work.
"Oh my god, hi!" Courtney said, waving gleefully to Carly. She turned to Jason, Charlotte and Sonny. "She was at the store when I got my dress. She helped me pick it out."
Frisco glanced at Carly, raising an intrigued eyebrow. She flushed, knowing he was definitely going to bring this up later.
"Oh, she did?" Charlotte replied, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Are you getting married here, too?" Blondie asked excitedly.
"Uh... yes! Yes, we are," Carly said, attempting the bad New York accent she had used earlier. She had planned on getting Jason alone, but she hadn't planned on Blondie seeing her first. No way she was going to be able to do that now. She turned to Frisco, smiling sweetly. She squeezed his arm, urging him to play along. "Aren't we, Andy sweetie?"
She saw the rage flash in his eyes before he smiled just as sweetly. "Of course, Robin darling."
Oh god, Carly wanted to kill him. He did not just call her Robin. Of all the names on earth, not Robin...
"That's great!" Blondie squealed. "Oh, my name's Courtney, by the way. This is my fiancé Jason, my brother Sonny and his wife Carly."
"Nice to meet you," Carly said to them. Sonny and Jason seemed to accept her, but Charlotte stared at her guardedly. Frisco's arm went around her, his hand gripping her side painfully. She was so going to die for this when he got her alone.
"You're not by yourselves, are you?" Courtney asked glumly.
"Yeah, it's just me and him," Carly answered, wrapping her arms around Frisco and hugging him tightly, staring into his eyes. She hated to admit it, but he did have beautiful eyes. Even if he was a jerk most of the time.
"Hey, why don't you two go before us?" Courtney suggested happily. "We can be your witnesses, since no one else is with you. We're still waiting on some of my friends to show up anyway."
Two minutes and Pollyanna was already grating on Carly's nerves. "That would be, um, nice. Thank you, Courtney," she lied, not knowing what else to say and wishing she could get a hold of Frisco's gun.
She and Frisco went to the counter and showed their ID's to the gum-chomping, pink streak-haired cashier. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he whispered as she filled out a marriage license and he paid, barely hiding his anger.
"Would you prefer I told them who we are?" she whispered back.
"Yes, actually I would," he spat. "Then all this would be over and I would finally be rid of you."
"At least I didn't use the name of you the person you hate the most. I only used you real name." She pushed the license to him. "Sign."
"I had the misfortune of being named after my second most hated person," he grumbled. "At least you can forget yours."
"What does that mean?"
"It's long story that I'm not telling you."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Fine."
The minister, an older woman probably in her 60s at least, walked up to them. "Are you ready to be married?" she asked them.
Carly and Frisco shared an anxious glance. "Yes," they answered together, trying to sound happy.
"Wonderful!" she said, smiling broadly and clasped her hands together. "What are your names?"
"Robin and Andrew," Frisco replied reluctantly.
"Do you have a witness?"
"Me," Courtney said cheerily, bounding over to them.
Carly smiled insincerely at her, then glanced again at her unhappy partner. She could see her own irritation mirrored in his eyes, only amplified immensely. She was definitely a dead woman. In her mind, she heard "Dead Woman Walking" instead of "Here Comes The Bride".
"I just need you to sign here," the minister told Courtney. She signed the license and handed the pen to the minister, who then signed her own name. "Okay, let's begin," she said, leading the group into the small chapel.
Everyone sat in the few chairs, Charlotte included, while Carly and Frisco approached the alter where the minister was standing.
"We are here today to unite this man and this woman in holy matrimony..."
"Oh fuck," Frisco groaned softly.
"What?" Carly asked, looking at him in confusion. They were still at the chapel. Courtney had practically begged them to stay for her and Jason's "wedding" and Frisco was way beyond annoyed. She guessed he was bordering on homicidal at the moment.
"You signed your real name!"
"I had to!" she reminded him defensively. "I had to show my driver's license, remember?"
"She wouldn't have known the difference! She didn't even look at what we put on there. The minister didn't even notice I gave her another name."
"So?"
"This means we really are married, dummy."
Carly closed her eyes. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, Frisco."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you talk me into going back to Port Charles. Did you have any sort of plan at all when we walked in here?"
"I told you all my plans backfire!" she argued. "We'll just get it annulled and nobody will ever have to know."
"We're not staying in Port Charles," he told her. "I had a nice spot staked out on the beach before we left the Caribbean. I'd like to return to it."
"I'm not going back there just so you can perv over bimbos in dental floss bikinis," she sneered, scowling.
"What about you and the jocks in Speedos?" he shot back.
Carly shot him a dirty look. "Oh shut up."
Frisco just glared back. "You first."
Chapter 3
Author: speedy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Expecting her second child and caught up in a mafia war, Carly Corinthos has a secret that will change the lives of everyone she knows.
Disclaimer: I'm not the Rat, so obviously the characters aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them for awhile.
Notes: Just moving this over from my now defunct website. This veers off canon right before the panic room fiasco in 2003.
Chapter 1
"I know where they are!" Carly cheered, rushing up to Frisco in a hotel lobby, carrying a garment bag in her arms. She had dragged him around to wedding chapels all over Atlantic City for hours looking for Jason and Blondie without much luck. Needless to say, Frisco was at his wit's end with her.
"If you drag me to another one of these places for nothing, I swear to God I will shoot you," he growled.
"I just saw Blondie buying a dress! She was telling someone where they were getting married at!" she told him hurriedly.
"And you just happened to hear it?" he asked skeptically.
She rolled her eyes, knowing she was caught. "Okay, so I was eavesdropping, but that's not the point!"
"Of course not."
"Oh, shut up!"
"You first," he taunted her, sticking his tongue out.
"Can we go now?" she said, tapping her foot in annoyance. "I have a wedding to stop."
Frisco eyes her suspiciously. "Have you even given a thought to how exactly you intend to pull this off? Or are you just going to tell Jason who you are and expect him to actually believe you?"
She cupped his face, smiling broadly. "That's what I have you for!"
He roughly pulled her hands away. "Oh, no! I'm not your personal planner, Carly. Do it on your own, I'm not helping you."
"Do you really want me to do that? Seeing how you're so concerned about blowing our cover and all of my plans seem to backfire majorly..."
Frisco pulled her close, their faces only inches apart. "Blow our cover and I'll kill you, got it?" he warned. Smiling, he released her. "As for Jason, I don't really care if you get your way."
"Fine," Carly sighed, pouting. "I'll do it myself."
Carly straightened and smoothed out her ankle length white slip dress. "This is it," she told Frisco as they entered the chapel. She glanced at him for support, but his expression didn't exactly inspire confidence. Looking around, she sighed, yet again wanting maim him severely. She immediately spotted Jason and Blondie- sitting with Sonny and Charlotte. A look of shock and recognition flashed across Charlotte's face as she spotted the pair. Then Blondie saw them as well. For the first time, Carly began to doubt herself. This wasn't going to work.
"Oh my god, hi!" Courtney said, waving gleefully to Carly. She turned to Jason, Charlotte and Sonny. "She was at the store when I got my dress. She helped me pick it out."
Frisco glanced at Carly, raising an intrigued eyebrow. She flushed, knowing he was definitely going to bring this up later.
"Oh, she did?" Charlotte replied, eyeing them suspiciously.
"Are you getting married here, too?" Blondie asked excitedly.
"Uh... yes! Yes, we are," Carly said, attempting the bad New York accent she had used earlier. She had planned on getting Jason alone, but she hadn't planned on Blondie seeing her first. No way she was going to be able to do that now. She turned to Frisco, smiling sweetly. She squeezed his arm, urging him to play along. "Aren't we, Andy sweetie?"
She saw the rage flash in his eyes before he smiled just as sweetly. "Of course, Robin darling."
Oh god, Carly wanted to kill him. He did not just call her Robin. Of all the names on earth, not Robin...
"That's great!" Blondie squealed. "Oh, my name's Courtney, by the way. This is my fiancé Jason, my brother Sonny and his wife Carly."
"Nice to meet you," Carly said to them. Sonny and Jason seemed to accept her, but Charlotte stared at her guardedly. Frisco's arm went around her, his hand gripping her side painfully. She was so going to die for this when he got her alone.
"You're not by yourselves, are you?" Courtney asked glumly.
"Yeah, it's just me and him," Carly answered, wrapping her arms around Frisco and hugging him tightly, staring into his eyes. She hated to admit it, but he did have beautiful eyes. Even if he was a jerk most of the time.
"Hey, why don't you two go before us?" Courtney suggested happily. "We can be your witnesses, since no one else is with you. We're still waiting on some of my friends to show up anyway."
Two minutes and Pollyanna was already grating on Carly's nerves. "That would be, um, nice. Thank you, Courtney," she lied, not knowing what else to say and wishing she could get a hold of Frisco's gun.
She and Frisco went to the counter and showed their ID's to the gum-chomping, pink streak-haired cashier. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he whispered as she filled out a marriage license and he paid, barely hiding his anger.
"Would you prefer I told them who we are?" she whispered back.
"Yes, actually I would," he spat. "Then all this would be over and I would finally be rid of you."
"At least I didn't use the name of you the person you hate the most. I only used you real name." She pushed the license to him. "Sign."
"I had the misfortune of being named after my second most hated person," he grumbled. "At least you can forget yours."
"What does that mean?"
"It's long story that I'm not telling you."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"Fine."
The minister, an older woman probably in her 60s at least, walked up to them. "Are you ready to be married?" she asked them.
Carly and Frisco shared an anxious glance. "Yes," they answered together, trying to sound happy.
"Wonderful!" she said, smiling broadly and clasped her hands together. "What are your names?"
"Robin and Andrew," Frisco replied reluctantly.
"Do you have a witness?"
"Me," Courtney said cheerily, bounding over to them.
Carly smiled insincerely at her, then glanced again at her unhappy partner. She could see her own irritation mirrored in his eyes, only amplified immensely. She was definitely a dead woman. In her mind, she heard "Dead Woman Walking" instead of "Here Comes The Bride".
"I just need you to sign here," the minister told Courtney. She signed the license and handed the pen to the minister, who then signed her own name. "Okay, let's begin," she said, leading the group into the small chapel.
Everyone sat in the few chairs, Charlotte included, while Carly and Frisco approached the alter where the minister was standing.
"We are here today to unite this man and this woman in holy matrimony..."
"Oh fuck," Frisco groaned softly.
"What?" Carly asked, looking at him in confusion. They were still at the chapel. Courtney had practically begged them to stay for her and Jason's "wedding" and Frisco was way beyond annoyed. She guessed he was bordering on homicidal at the moment.
"You signed your real name!"
"I had to!" she reminded him defensively. "I had to show my driver's license, remember?"
"She wouldn't have known the difference! She didn't even look at what we put on there. The minister didn't even notice I gave her another name."
"So?"
"This means we really are married, dummy."
Carly closed her eyes. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, Frisco."
"I knew I shouldn't have let you talk me into going back to Port Charles. Did you have any sort of plan at all when we walked in here?"
"I told you all my plans backfire!" she argued. "We'll just get it annulled and nobody will ever have to know."
"We're not staying in Port Charles," he told her. "I had a nice spot staked out on the beach before we left the Caribbean. I'd like to return to it."
"I'm not going back there just so you can perv over bimbos in dental floss bikinis," she sneered, scowling.
"What about you and the jocks in Speedos?" he shot back.
Carly shot him a dirty look. "Oh shut up."
Frisco just glared back. "You first."
Chapter 3
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