Prologue: Birth

Disclaimer: I do not own General Hospital or the characters I'm just simply borrowing them to breathe some life back into them.

Helena dipped the washcloth into the basin of water and then twisted it in her elegant hands. "I know it hurts, dear, but you only have a little more to go."

Skye laid against the headboard of the antique bed exhausted. Her painful screams flooded the room as her entire body thrashed against the bed. "It hurts!" she screamed. "It hurts!"

"You're almost fully dilated." she told her, dabbing Skye's forehead with the wet washcloth. "Soon it will all be over."

"I can't do this." she sobbed.

Helena moved to the end of the bed and carefully lifted the sheet up. "Looks like it's time to start pushing." she informed her. "I can see the head."

"I can't, Helena, I can't!" Skye cried out.

She focused her attention on the crowning baby between Skye's legs. "It's almost over. Just a little more to go." she told her. "You've done so well, Skye, you've beat all the odds." she coaxed. "The doctors said that you'd never be able to have this baby and now you're so close to holding your child in your arms. You can't give up, now push!" Helena commanded. "Push!"

"I'm so tired." she rasped.

"Fight!" Helena yelled. "Fight for your child! Just a few more pushes and the baby will be out."

"I want Luke!" Skye screamed. "Where's Luke?"

"Luke is the least of your worries my dear, you have to concentrate on delivering this baby."

Skye pushed and pushed and each time she screamed a little louder as the pain became unbearable and then suddenly it was all over. Helena cut the umbilical cord and cleared the baby's mouth. "There we go." she mumbled as the baby's cries now filled the room. "Antoinette, you've had a very healthy baby boy." Helena told her as she held the baby up for her to see.

When Skye's eyes landed on her son she knew that every bit of pain was worth it. He was the most beautiful, most perfect baby she had ever seen. Then suddenly she felt light head, she could barely keep her eyes open. "Helena." she breathed.

"What's wrong dear?" she asked.

"I don't feel so g..." she trailed off, her body shutting down as she slipped into darkness.

Helena looked down at the blood staining the bed and then up at an unconscious Skye. "It'll be better this way." she whispered. "You'll slowly bleed to death in your sleep and by the time an autopsy is performed and the learn you had a baby it'll be too late. Mikkos II and I will be long gone."

She took the baby over to the basin and began washing him off. After he was clean, dressed and wrapped in a blanket she placed the infant in a carrier and returned to Skye. Helena placed the delivered placenta in a bag and covered Skye up. With the baby carrier and the bag in hand she disappeared out of the bedroom.

TBC...

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