heir lovemaking took on a surreal quality as the present and the future began to meld together. One moment Sonny was buried deep inside of Brenda making love to her and the next he found himself kneeling between her widespread thighs with his hands cupped beneath her passage. He wasn't sure if this was a peek into the future if he and Brenda finally managed to get together or just his most fondest wish being revealed to him. Brenda was laying back on the bed with her body arched in pain. Her belly was swollen with the child they had made together and her breasts were full with the milk she would nourish their child with once he was born.

Sonny could hear Brenda's voice speaking in his head as the contraction wracked her body. "This is the way it's supposed to be, Sonny." She whispered. "You think you're cursed, but you're not. The only problem is you trying to have a baby with women you know you have no right trying to have a baby with. You know deep in your heart it's wrong and the only woman you should be making a baby with is me."

Sonny watched in awe as he saw the top of the baby's head appeared between Brenda's spread thighs, and with an agonizing scream, she finally expelled their child from her body and right into Sonny's awaiting hands. "It's a boy." Sonny announced, as he looked up at her with love and joy in his eyes.

"Of course it is." Brenda wasn't surprised in the least. "How could it be anything else. There's no way any daughter of mine is going to be named Stone. So, of course, our first child has to be a son."

"You remember." He smiled, again. "You remember I wanted to name my first child after Stone." He mentally added to himself, not after Jason."

"I'm the only one who knows what's in your heart and soul." She caressed his face, lovingly. "Not pretenders like Alexis Davis and Carly Benson, who claim to know and understand you and understand nothing about what's in your heart and in your soul." She added. "Those theives will never have your child, only I will."

Then they were back making love together, climaxing together. "This is what we're fighting for, Sonny." She arched her back and moaned as his hot wet mouth fastened on to her breast. "And we can't stop fighting for this until we have it back." Afterwards, they clung to each other tightly as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through them. They wrapped their bodies tightly around each other and reveled in what they were feeling. They reveled in the feel of their hearts pounding against each other. The feeling of their bodies being joined together as only a man and woman's body can be joined. The sweat covering their bodies and making their hair damp and their bodies slick. The feel of every part of their body touch each other without any barriers to keep them apart. The smell of their sex that filled the air. The sound of their rasping breath filling the air. They reveled in everything that they had made themselves forget about what it was like for them to be together like this.

"Memory is funny, isn't it." Brenda rolled on top of him. "Sometimes you can remembers things as better than they were."

"And sometimes it doesn't do something justice." His mouth fastened on to hers and they rolled on their sides to face each other. "How could I have ever settled for what I had with Carly when I could have this."

She caressed the side of his face. "I ask myself the same thing about Jax and Alcazar." She slid her arms around him and ran her hands down his back. "The lies we tell ourselves and make ourselves believe are astounding."

"Well." He laughed. "I don't call you the Queen of the Nile for nothing." He added as he ran his hands down her back the same way she had him. "Pronounced De Nile."

"Very cute, Sonny." She molded her hands over his rock hard bottom. "Then I guess that makes us perfect for each other since I always call you the Great Pretender." She slid her index finger lightly up and down the crack in his butt. "In particular that phrase in the song that goes Yes, I'm the great pretender. Pretending that I'm doing well. My need is such. I pretend too much. That I happy and that I'm in love."

"Does that last sentence really go like that?" He asked, as he aped the caresses she was giving him.

"I don't know." She admitted. "I couldn't remember how the last sentence went exactly." She spread his butt cheeks apart and got a wicked look in her eyes. "Would you like me to finger fuck you?"

"Only if you want me to do it to you in return." He added, as he felt her slide her finger in and out of him. "I love it when you talk dirty to me." He sighed. "And what you're doing to me now isn't so bad, either."

"Well." She said with a hungry look in her eyes. "That aint nothing to what I'm going to do to you next, baby."

While they laid on the bed pleasuring each other in a different way, neither noticed the creeping mist creeping ever closer to their bed. It slowly surrounded the bed, then began to crawl up the side of the mattress.

Sonny rolled on his belly as his climax finally overtook him. Brenda dropped a kiss on top of one of his butt cheeks, then lovingly caressed it. "Roll on your side, baby."

"Why?" He voice was muffled by the mattress, where his face was still pressed into it, as he waited for his body to recover. "What do you intend to do to me next?"

She rolled him on his side, and spooned her front to his back. Then she slipped her hands around to his front and took his rapidly shrinking cock in her hand. "Show you what you've been missing by settling for anything but the real thing." Then she began to work him in a frenzy again.

"You're going to kill me." Sonny panted, as he felt his hunger building again.

"Hardly, baby." Brenda assured him. "You used to handle this and a lot more when we were together. You've just been settling for less for so long, you've forgotten just how deep your sexual reserves go." She leaned over and bit down on his earlobe. "But I'm going to remind you before this night is over."

The fickle fingers of fog had now reached the top of the bed and were quickly surrounding the writhing couple on the bed. When Sonny felt himself about to come, again, he rolled over and flattened her on her back, then he shoved himself inside of her. "Let's see how you like the shoe being on the other foot, Brenda." Then he began to touch and torment her the way she'd been doing to him.

Instead of protesting, Brenda was loving every moment of it. "That's right, baby." She urged him on. "Give me everything you've got." The mist began to rise to the ceiling and finally enveloped them completely. When it was too late, Brenda finally noticed the mist.

"Sonny, the mist is back." Brenda's voice was filled with panic. The last time the mist had been with them, it had taken Sonny away from her.

Sonny could feel the clammy fingers of the mist creeping all over his naked flesh. "This was what I was afraid of." He told Brenda. "I was afraid if we did this, there's be a price to pay." Then he noticed he could no longer feel Brenda. He began to frantically pat the bed with his hands to try and find her, but he was the only one sitting on the bed. "Brenda!" He screamed out in panic. "Where are you!"

He listened carefully for her reply, but there was none. He jumped off the bed and ran through the thick mist calling her name, but there was no answering reply. He was all alone in this strange world. Brenda had been taken from him again. He sank to his knees in the thick fog, letting out a primal scream. "Brenda!"

Sonny knew this would happen if they made love. They weren't supposed to connect with each other in this existence, let alone have sex with each other. Now because they had, they might never be able to connect with each other again, and would truly be lost to each other forever.

Sonny awoke with a jerk in his bed in the Jerrold mansion with his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't remember what he had been dreaming, but it must have been pretty bad for his body to be reacting this way. It wasn't just his body. He felt like he was devastated emotionally. Like he'd suffered some incredible loss that he couldn't put a name to.

Knowing it was useless to try and go back to sleep, Sonny threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. He poured some water into the bowl sitting on his nightstand and began to cleanse himself, then he went over to his closet to pick out his clothes for the day. The minute he opened the closet door, his eyes fell on the clothes he had been wearing when he'd woken up in the stable. He quickly grabbed something to wear out of the closet and slammed it back shut, like he was afraid his old clothes would attack him or something if he gave them have a chance to get him. Once he was dressed, he headed down to the stables to do some manual labor to try and put all these troubling throughts from his mind.

As he walked toward the stables, he tried to ignore all the little aches and pains he was feeling as he walked. It was the kind of soreness he'd expect to feel after a strenuous night of lovemaking. Only he and Belinda hadn't made love, last night. And the brief tryst between him and Belinda in her carriage couldn't account for the tenderness he was feeling in certain areas, since those were areas Belinda hadn't even touched.

Once again, Sonny was feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. Like he was a stranger in his own body. And deep down he knew he had to stop running away from the truth about himself and face it head-on. It was the only way he was ever going to know any kind of peace of mind, again.

Angus greeted him as he entered the stable. "Well, if it isn't Lord Fancypants." Angus jeered at him. "What are you doing slumming with us peasants. Shouldn't you be in her ladyship's bed servicing her needs?"

"She gave me the day off." Sonny retorted. He went over to a stall and starting brushing down one of the horses. "You know, Old Man, I would think you'd be a little grateful to me. If I wasn't fucking her ladyship, your lot in life wouldn't have improved the way it has."

"What you say is true." Angus admitted reluctantly. "But what happens when his lordship realizes your his wife's in-house fuck." He paused. "I'll tell you what. He'll be eating your balls for breakfast and things will go back here the way they were before you began providing stud service for the lady."

Sonny suddenly looked at Angus. For some strange reason he trusted the old man and in his own way the man had tried to look out for him. Maybe the time had come to get the answers he needed. "Tell me, Angus." SOnny began. "How long have you known me." "What is this?" Angus eyed him suspiciously. "Some trick question?" He added. "You know how long I've know ye, so why are ye asking me such a foolish question."

"I don't know." Sonny told him. "The first memory I have is of you waking me up in my old room and calling me Marco Consuelos." He added. "Are you sure that's who I really am?"

"What game are ye playin' at now me fine lad?" Angus wanted to know. "Are plannin' ta pretend ta be daft in case the master figures out yer screwin' his bride?"

"I'm telling you the truth." Sonny insisted. "I have no memory of who I am." He added. "Well, that's not exactly true. I remembered something yesterday and what I remembered is my name is Sonny not Marco and I'm no more an indentured servant than your master is." He added. "So I ask you again how long have you known me?"

"Not long, laddie." Angus replied. "If ye be tellin' me the truth, then I know you a day longer than you can remember." Then he told Sonny how they met. "You were brought into the stable and introduced as Marco Consuelos, the lastest fool to sign away his freedom to the master for passage to America, and I could tell you were already regrettin' it, you were." He added. "The voyage hadn't been kind to you and the minute I showed you to your room, you collapsed on your bed and were out cold until I woke you the next morning."

"Did I say anything to you?" Sonny asked desperately. "Did I tell you my name wasn't Marco Consuelos and I was kidnapped or something?"

You said not a word to me, lad." Angus answered. "You just collapsed on your bunk, but you didn't act like someone who was here against his will." He added. "I guess that doesn't help you much."

"It's another piece of the puzzle." Sonny replied. "Maybe when I finally have them all, I can figure out who I am and what I'm doing here."

arly finally managed to track down Jax. She found him at Club 101, her former club. She couldn't help thinking there was something appropriate in that. She was literally busting with the news to tell Jax his beloved Brenda was once again warming Sonny's bed. "Hello, Jax." She sidled up to him with a catlike smirk on her face.

"What do you want, Carly?" Jax didn't have time for her. He was too busy trying to find someone who would keep Jocelyn Jerrold prisoner once the switch was made and extract from him the things that would be needed so he could return to the present after he went to the past and took care of Sonny once and for all. Unfortunately, when he explained the situation to his potential employees, they looked at him like he was nuts and couldn't get away from him fast enough.

"Are you aware your darling Brenda is back in town." Carly chirped. "And who she's spending time with." She waited for him to jump on that little tidbit, but when he didn't she continued on. "Her ex-lover and my present husband, Sonny Corinthos. Or I guess I should say her present lover and my soon-to-be-ex-husband." She was disappointed when that didn't get the expect rise out of him. "Didn't you hear what I just said? Sonny and Brenda are back together boinking their brains out together. What do you think of that? What are you going to do about it?"

"That's not Sonny." He told her. "Now will you go away and stop bothering me. I have more important matters to deal with than whatever scheme you're cooking up at present."

"What do you mean that isn't Sonny?" She demanded to know. "Don't you think I'd know my own husband or not?"

"Would you?" He threw back at her. "Tell me, Carly. Has the Sonny running around Port Charles the same Sonny you know? Or is he radically different?"

She thought about that and Sonny threatening both her and Jason. "No, he's different." She admitted. "But if that's not Sonny, then where is he?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Jax told her.

"You'd better tell me what you know." Carly threatened. "Or I'll go to Jason and told him you've done something to Sonny." Then it came to her. "You replaced Sonny with some look-a-like clone, didn't you?" She suddenly lunged at Jax and grabbed him by the shirt. "You'd better tell me where Sonny is and tell me now."

That was actually pretty close to the truth. "He's nowhere you can find him." He retorted, shoving her away from him.

"My god!" She gasped. "You killed him." She completely forgot that was exactly what she'd been planning to try and provoke Jax into doing and that's why she came to see him. All of a sudden she became the shocked and horrified wife.

"I didn't kill him." Jax rolled his eyes in disgust over her hysterics. "I sent him back to the past."

"You what?" Carly couldn't believe what she just heard him say. "Oh, I get it. Being unable to fight that big powerful lust that exists between Sonny and Brenda has finally made you crack."

"I'm perfectly sane." He snapped, having had it with people questioning his mental faculties. "And what I say is true. I found a woman that was able to perform some sort of incantation that sent Sonny back to a previous life he lead, and the person he was in that time came here to replace him."

"Sure you did." Carly talked to him the way you talk to people you know aren't entirely mentally stable. "And just how far into the past did you send Sonny?"

"Over two hundred years." Jax said deadly seriously.

"Well." Carly smiled weakly at him. "I knew you wanted Sonny gone, but that was a little extreme, even for you, don't you think? And why the heck did you bring this jerk back to take his place."

"I had no choice." Jax spat. "It was the only way to finally be rid of Corinthos. Unfortunately, I never dreamed Brenda would take Sonny any way she could get him and settle for the imposter."

"So." Carly replied, trying to see if there was still some way she could use Jax's insanity to her own benefit. "What are you going to do about Brenda and the imposter?"

"I'll deal with him." Jax declared. "As soon as I finish taking care of Sonny."

"But you said you sent Sonny back to the past." She reminded him.

"I'm going back to the pst to finish off Sonny." He told her. "Then when I return, I'll do the same with the imposter."

"If you've truly sent Sonny back to the past." it was difficult, but Carly managed not to snicker. "Then why do you need to go back to the past to finish him off? Haven't you already done Sonny in by what you've done to him?"

"No." He spat. "Corinthos has still won. He's found himself another Brenda where he is and I won't be happy when Sonny has no Brenda in his life." He added. "Only then will I have finally defeated him."

"Then you intend to come back here and do what?" Carly played along with him. "Kill the imposter and make Brenda your own?" A brilliant idea came into Carly's head on how to use this nutjob to her own advantage. "That's not going to happen, Jax. Brenda knows what you did to Sonny, from what you said, so she'll never let you come anywhere near her." She added. "But the Brenda in the past doesn't."

"Just what are you suggesting?" Jax wanted to know.

"You're plan is to go to the past and kill Sonny." Carly reminded him. "Then return to the present and kill the imposter. But if you kill the imposter first, then go to the past to kill Sonny, you can have the Brenda that's in the past all for yourself."

"What makes you think I even want Brenda after all she's done to me?" He demanded to know.

"Come on, Jax." She smiled slyly at him. "Isn't that what this is all about. Making sure Sonny can't have Brenda so you can have her for yourself?" She added. "But with your current plan you'll never have Brenda. But if you kill the imposter first, then you can have her."

Jax thought about that for a moment. Maybe that was the answer. He couldn't find anyone to rely on to help insure he could be brought back to the present once he was sent back to the past. But if he killed Marco Consulos and then went back to the past and killed Sonny, then he wouldn't need to return to the present. Maybe that was exactly what he should do.