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The Quintessential Q
Chapter Sixty Nine
'Morning, Sunshine
A knock on the door wakes Johnny. Gently he moves away from Emily who sleeps still. Grabbing a robe to cover his nude body he belts it tight then goes to open the door. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath, he looks back at the couch where the blankets were still there and looked as if he just gotten up from them. He exhales and then unlocks the door. "Mrs Quartermaine."
"Where is she?" Monica asks impatiently pushing past Johnny and then turning around taking her own deep breath. "Sorry. It's just that I was called into surgery before Em was found and then it was too late to come over last night when I got out and talked to Alan..."
"Stop. Take another breath." Johnny teases. "Em is fine; she's still asleep."
"Fine?! After what those bastards did? My poor baby." Monica is close to tears. She'd been fighting them since she'd gotten word that Emily was released and lost it when Alan had told her what had happened.
"It could have been worse." Johnny says flatly.
Monica recoils. "I know that, I guess." She takes a long look at Johnny. "Thank you for finding her."
"I had a vested interest. My sister was with her."
"Rita. How is she?" Monica asks but doesn't really care about the answer except in a casual way. What she really wanted was to see her daughter.
"Rita's home with Ma and the Judge. They both put up a fight and look like it." Johnny warns.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I'm sure Dr Alan told you about the broken ankle." Johnny stops there not knowing what else Alan told Monica.
"And that they were giving her drugs." Monica shakes her head. "If I ever get my hands on that bitch..."
"Take a number and stand in line." Johnny says grimly. "Em and Rita had a plan where Rita would make a run for it to get help. Unfortunately, Rita was caught. She took a beating."
"They didn't bring her into the hospital. I would have been notified even if I was in the middle of surgery." Monica says both flatly and confidently. If her daughter or Rita had been brought in and she hadn't been told heads were going to roll.
"Alan checked her out, them both out at the clinic. Rita looks like she did a few rounds with Tyson but there was nothing broken luckily. I'm more worried about their state of minds. I'm no shrink. I don't know if babying them is the answer or trying to be matter of fact. The only thing Em was sure on was she didn't want to deal with the press or a bunch of people staring at her. Which is why we didn't go to GH." Johnny walks over to the bedroom door opening it slightly to reveal the sleeping Emily; the covers up around her face. Monica stands in the doorway. Monica brushes away a tear that got away from her. Em looked so darn normal.
"Oh baby." Monica murmurs.
"Why don't you have a seat at the table. We can wait for Em to wake up. Have you eatten?"
Monica laugh/snorts. "You are your mother's son."
"Some might not consider that a good thing. But I'll take it as a compliment-- Thanks." Johnny closes the bedroom door firmly and walks to the kitchen. Monica trails in his wake. Johnny starts the coffee, grinding the beans and using bottled water. He sets out the coffee cups and accompaniments. "I'm going to grab a quick shower and some clothes. I'll be right back." Johnny makes sure Monica is watching the coffee drip before walking back into the bedroom. He grabs a change of clothes and then bends over to kiss Emily awake. "Em...."
"Johnny," Emily murmurs. She sleepily opens her eyes. "Where the hell am I?"
"My place." Johnny fills in the blanks knowing it is just disorientation from waking in a strange place. "Your mother is in my kitchen watching the coffee perk and pacing a path in the tile."
Emily blinks. "My mother. ohmygosh, My Mother!" She sits up straight in the bed.
"She'll only know what you tell her." Johnny says reassuringly. "Breakfast in thirty. Got any preferences?"
"My mother not being here right now would be one." Emily looks around and sees a pen sitting on the bedside table. "Could have been worse, oh gees it could have been Grandfather with his shotgun of buckshot." She winds her hair up on the top of her head and anchors it with the pen. Johnny watches in fascination. "You didn't tell her that Carly had already been here last night, did you?"
"I'm not an idiot." Johnny hands Emily the bottoms to her pj's and helps her get them on over her cast, and then hands her crutches.
"I know you're not an idiot-- it's just that Monica and Carly..." Emily shakes her head. "Monica would totally blow off the kidnapping or even that we ..." Emily blushes. She grabs the top of her pj's and tosses it over the tank leaving it unbuttoned.
"Then it's something to hold in reserve in case she gets out of hand." Johnny mutters. "French toast?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Get your mother out of my kitchen by the time it takes me to get out of the shower and I'll fix breakfast for all of us. If I have to remove her than all bets are off."
"If I have to make my own breakfast it won't be a pretty sight." Emily teases.
"Okay, you win in the threats department."