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This is what's called a relapse. I haven't watched in YEARS so I have little clue what's going on. A friend at FCW told me they cast Kristin and Molly and I tried to look them up on line and no one cares enough about GH anymore to even put up info about them.

I saw that Alexis bought Viola a Prius. That's about all I had to go on, but it was enough for a quickie.

World Domination

Molly sat down on Kristina’s bed, “So I found this book,” she said.

Kristina sat at her vanity and continued to comb her hair, “I told you not to come in here,” she announced airily.

“Actually, I think it’s a diary,” Molly said.

“Did you take my lip gloss?” Kristina asked.

“Ya, right after I stole your glass slipper. Do I look like a “lip gloss” kinda girl to you?” Molly sat on the bed dressed in solid black, her face bare of make up, her aura….bleak, but determined.

Kristina looked regally over her shoulder and sniffed, “You look 10.”

“I am 10. You forgot my birthday.”

Kristina shrugged, “Sorry.”

“Don’t mention it, Mom got me a gift from you, it was more RAM for my laptop. Thanks, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.” Kristina was more absorbed than ever in her own reflection.

“I haven’t, my birthday was months ago.”

“Whatever.”

“I totally agree, so anyway, I found this book that I think is a diary…”

“So why are you telling me?” Kristina whined, “Why don’t you go blog about it on line to your two geeky friends.”

“I have four geeky friends on Facebook, thank you very much, but that’s for my real/fake identity as Molly Lansing Davis, my real on line profile is up over a thousand.”

Kristina stopped swiping mascara over her eyes and turned around to look at her sister, “YOU have thousands of friends on Facebook?”

“Well, depends on what you mean by “me”. If by “me” you mean 10 year old Molly Davis Lansing living in Port Charles, New York then no, I have 4 friends……….and you’re one of them. But if you mean Princess Melina Alana Davidovich aka Cassadine……I’ve got thousands.”

Kristina rolled her eyes, “You are so weird.”

“Thanks. So about this book….”

“Go away.” Kristina told her and checked her phone, it had been nearly five minutes since she’d received a text message and she wondered if something was wrong with it.

“No, I’ve got to tell you this.”

“Why? So you found some stupid book! Who cares? Get out.”

“I can’t.”

Kristina swung around, “I’m still bigger than you, want me to make you?” Kristina squinted at her evilly.

“I’ll leave just as soon as I tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“That I’m going after Luke Spencer.”

“You’re what?” Kristina looked at her like she was crazy, kind of like she always did.

“I’m going after Luke Spencer.”

“What?”

“Are you deaf?”

“Are you stupid? No wait, don’t answer that. You’re crazy.”

“I’m not crazy. I think this diary belonged to our grandfather and I think he was trying to save the world only Luke Spencer stopped him.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m taking him down, bitch.”

“You better not let Viola hear you using that language or Luke Spencer will be free to roam the streets until you’re off restriction. Oooohhhh, I’ll bet he’s scarrrrrred.”

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“Shut up and listen cause this may be the last thing I ever tell you.”

Kristina burst out laughing.

“When I’m gone, it all falls to you. You hold the title. You have to handle everything going forward…”

“What the Hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the Cassadine Empire.”

Kristina snorted.

“I’m telling you Kristina, it’s out there, it’s real…”

“It belongs to Nikolas.”

“Nikolas doesn’t deserve it. He lets Luke Spencer live!” Molly snapped dramatically.

“You’re bat **** crazy. No, you’re as crazy as Mom’s family. You inherited the bat **** crazy Cassadine gene. You’re doomed! You’re gonna be poisoned or stabbed or take a long walk off a short parapet!”

“What’s a parapet?”

Kristina shook her head, “You can’t take on Luke Spencer if you don’t know what a parapet is.”

“I have spell check, I’ll look it up. I’m 10, I don’t know everything but what I don’t know, I’ll learn. I’ll study. I’ll work hard. I’ll read stuff like history and philosophy and The Art of War and Gossip Girl.”

“I told you, you can’t have my copies of Gossip Girl until you’re 14.”

“Bitch.”

“Ya, so? Seriously, what is up with you?”

“Seriously? I’ll tell you what is up with me. I’m finally learning who I really am! I might look like some 10 year old suburb living, nanny raised, Prius riding, suburbanite, but inside I’m a princess!”

“Inside you’re 4. Only 4 year old girls really believe they are princesses.”

“But we are!” Molly protested.

“But we’re not. We’re nothing. We’re nobody. We’re as common as the cold.”

Molly sat up straighter on the bed, “I don’t choose to believe that.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Well, you’re………small minded and mean and kinda stupid sometimes……but still my sister.”

“Why are you still here?”

“Because I need someone to know, in case I die, what happened to me and why.”

Kristina rolled her eyes, “Fine, anything to get you out of here. If you’re dead what do I tell Mom?”

“That I went after Luke Spencer because I recognize him for the monster he truly is and while the rest of them are willing to live with it and watch this planet die, I will not!”

“So Luke Spencer is destroying planet earth now? What is he….some kind of alien? Sent here to kill us all?”

“He’s no Casey…”

“Who?”

“Never mind, different diary. He just destroyed the only hope this planet probably ever had of surviving.”

“What are we talking here, death rays, meteors, reality television?”

“Our grandfather, who was a genius by the way, created a machine, a weather machine, actually capable of lowering the earth’s temperature.”

Kristina stopped, then bent completely forward and literally roared with laughter.

“I knew you wouldn’t get it, but it’s true! I looked it up. It really happened.”

“I’m so telling Mom you need therapy.”

“I’m already in therapy, my father disappeared with no explanation, of course I’m in therapy.”

“They need to step it up.”

“It happened, back in ancient times. Back in the 80s. Mikkos Cassadine froze Port Charles. You can look it up on the weather channels web site. Middle of summer, below zero temperatures. FACT!”

“So they have one record breaking day and you decide to “take down Luke Spencer” for a cold day in summer a billion years ago? It was called the ice age! Look it up!” Kristina mocked, “it killed the dinosaurs, just because Luke Spencer happened to be one of the ones to survive it doesn’t mean you need to take him down.”

“You’re….you’re stupid! We are princesses! Our family is made up of wicked, freaky geniuses!”

“You got the freaky part right.”

“We should be ruling Russia right now! We should totally be running that place.”

“Oh god, you so totally need to be medicated.”

“You wait and see, I’m going to take down Luke Spencer, stage a revolt on Cassadine Island, seize power of Cassadine Enterprises……..denounce the current government of our home land, reinstate the monarchy and bring our people back to glory once again!”

“You know, Mom still has a nanny guard on your lap top, you can’t drive or leave the country to stage a revolution without parental consent and your curfew is 7:00.”

“Every great leader has met with obstacles. It’s the future of our planet, it’s worth the risk.”

“Of breaking curfew, or dying?”

“Both, but while we are on the subject, what is a parapet?”

“Get out!”

Molly inched toward the door, “I’m going, I’m going, just tell Mom I loved her.”

“What about Sam?”

“What about her?”

“Maybe you should tell her. She’s your sister, too, you know.”

“Why tell Sam? It’s not about Jason so she won’t care?”

“So tell her you will make Jason Minister of Hotness or whatever and then she’ll care.”

Molly paused in her sister’s doorway, “You’re totally right! She actually does have the ability to help me, unlike you, and she’s just as easily manipulated!”

“Hey!”

“Plus she has the boob thing going on so she can like help me sneak past guards and stuff to get to Luke.”

“I have boobs!”

“I know, but you don’t know how to use them yet as well as Sam does.”

“Do to!”

“Come on, seriously? Sam is way old and has been using the boobs like, since before we were born. Yours just came in and mine don’t exist yet.” Molly looked down at her flat chest, “They will……. will come in won’t they? I mean……”

Kristina frowned, “Don’t know, hard to tell. I mean, your 1o, some of your friends have them already and we are part Greek so you would think by now……”

Molly’s heart pounded hard in her flat chest, her mouth went dry, screw the world, there was a chance she might never get boobs?

Kristina watched the color drain from her baby sisters face, it was one thing to tease her about world domination, “Relax, I bloomed late, you probably will too. It’s probably part of Mom’s little schedule to make our lives more difficult.”

“Mom wouldn’t do that, Mom loves us.”

“Whatever.”

“The 90s called, they want their “whatever” back”?”

“Really? Well, Winona Rider called and wants her Beetlejuice wardrobe back!”

“Bitch!”

“Freak!”

“I hate you! Mom would so want us to have boobs. We have like, all different Dads. Mom got busy in the day.”

“That’s so gross!” Kristina made a gagging sound.

“Ya, I agree.” Molly sighed. “If I sneak out to kill Luke Spencer will you cover for me?”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know? For however long it takes!”

“Well how do you plan to do it?”

“I don’t know? Dynamite? Gavel to the head, anvil?”

“He’s Luke Spencer, not the roadrunner!”

“Fine!” Molly threw her hands up in the air, “I’ll go look up what a parapet is and get back to you.”

“At least have a plan.” Kristina rolled her eyes. “I mean, you’re talking world domination. I’m assuming thats a multi-step process and you’re telling me you don’t even know step one?”

“What’s belladonna?”

“An herb.”

“What’s it look like? Do you think it grows here in New York?”

“No idea and probably not.”

“I’ve been researching Luke and he’s kind of a douche who screwed around on his wife a lot while he wasn’t busy killing all our relatives. He drinks. Why do you think he never killed Mom?”

“He was probably doing her.”

“Gross.”

“Yep.”

“You are so sick. You need therapy more than I do.”

Kristina snorted, “Hello, I’ve had the session right after yours since you were like, 7!”

“Ya, that was the year you didn’t speak.”

“I remember.”

“That was so cool.”

“Shut up!” Kristina snapped.

“No YOU shut up, no wait…….that might mean two sessions a week.”

“Bitch!” Kristina threw a hairbrush at her but missed.

“You throw like a girl!” Molly teased.

“Well, you’re as flat chested as a boy.”

“I hate you!” Molly hissed.

“I hate you!”

“You are so not Minister of Defense or whatever when I become Queen of Russia!”

“Ya, well, since I don’t know what that is I don’t care! And when you don’t show up for dinner because you’re blowing up Luke Spencer I’m so telling Viola!”

The room was very quiet. “That didn’t sound right,” Kristina whispered.

“Grosssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” both girls squealed in unison.

“Oh my god we are so not ready to take over the world.” Kristina realized.

“We?” Molly asked.

“Pfft, like I’m going to let YOU take the crown. Um, I’m older.”

“So?”

“So you’re………10! And………..short!”

“So was Napoleon!”

“So was Hitler!”

“What?” Molly looked confused, “Was he?”

“Well, he looks short in pictures anyway and they were tyrants and you haven’t even started junior high………or read Gossip Girl.”

“That you know.” Molly smiled.

Kristina’s eyes widened, “You stole my copies and…..”

Molly held up her hand, “Um, I have a computer.”

“That has nanny guard!”

“I’m plotting the death of my arch-nemeses and world domination. You think I can’t hack my way around a nanny guard?”

“So what did you learn behind nanny guard’s back?” Kristina asked.

“That Blair and Chuck do it a lot and Sex and the City was way cooler on HBO.”

“That’s all?”

“Oh, and porn is gross and Zach Ephron has never done porn.”

“You’re a twisted 10 year old.”

“I’m a Cassadine.”

“Real Cassadine’s probably have plans. Plans that get them killed, but still, I’m sure they plan.”

“Oh I have plans, alright.” Molly arched her right eyebrow in a way that even Kristina found impressive.

“Let’s hear it.”

“Death to Luke Spencer, a little island vacation, a surprising meeting for a certain cousin of ours and his board of directors, revolution, a ball, a coronation, marriage to Zach Ephron…..”

“Can I have Justin Timberlake?”

“Of course. You’re my sister and you covered for me that one time I snuck out to kill Luke Spencer!”

“What do you want me to tell Viola?”

“That I’m at the library. But eventually, we can tell her together that someday, the world will be made right. That global warming will come to an end and she won’t have to cram herself into a tiny Prius, but can go back to the good old days when people in America drove gas guzzling, massively huge SUV’s and felt no guilt or remorse because the Republicans told us it was okay so long as we blew up Iraq.”

“You go girl.”

Molly grinned, “Would like a lot of aspirin kill a guy?”

“Aspirin? Seriously? That’s all you got? A lot of aspirin aren’t going to kill a man like Luke Spencer. They might help him with his hang over, but they aren’t going to kill him.”

“Damn it!”

“Come back to me when you’ve got a plan.” Kristina pointed to the hallway, “Now get out!”

“Do you realize this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had where you didn’t hit me or ignore me?” Molly smiled.

“I threw a brush at you?”

“But you missed.” Molly cried triumphantly.

“Find a way to get rid of Jessica Biel and we’ll be BFFs.” Kristina arched her left eyebrow, proving the ability was genetic indeed.

Molly nodded her head and headed back to her own room. Luke Spencer, then Jessica Biel. World domination was now a mere double homicide away!