Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with General Hospital.
A/N: I was so disgusted with the scene between Dillon and Georgie today that I had to write this. That was horrible. This takes place right after that pathetic scene. I don't know whether I'm going to continue it or not, depends on how bad the writing is. For now, there will be two chapters. I hate Dillon and Georgie together. Please writers, just end the relationship before I suffer an aneurysm.
Finding Our Way Back
Chapter 1
I watched Georgie dismiss him again. I watched his movements as he flung himself down on the chair beside me. "What do you need?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted something…" I started, but he dismissed it.
Spinelli explained the situation and Dillon agreed to help me steal Alan's PDA. Of course it meant attending the fundraiser. I knew I shouldn't get all excited about it. Dillon and I were only friends after all, but for some reason a part of me still wanted to dress to impress him.
"Well, if we're going, I have to get ready. I can't exactly show up in this," I said, as I stood up.
"I'll give you a ride back to the house," Dillon offered.
"We'll meet up with you later," I said to Spinelli with a wave. He waved back and I followed Dillon out to his car.
"I'm sorry about Georgie," I said gently.
"Don't be. Maybe she's right," he muttered, as he climbed into the driver's seat.
"Dillon, if you would rather be with her tonight…"
"I'm helping you. Georgie wants to spend the night with Marquez, who am I to stop her?"
I watched him and could see the anger he was trying to suppress. "I don't understand how she can be around him. He's such a freak," I said.
"He makes her feel validated, I guess," he muttered.
"Yeah, but I'm sure there is a reason behind it…"
"Tell that to Georgie," he said bitterly.
I felt bad for him. I knew that he cared about her, but at the same time, maybe their time was over.
Dillon pulled into the driveway and followed me inside. I went upstairs and began to decide what I was wearing for the evening. I picked out a dress, dragged it into the bathroom with me and jumped into the shower.
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I emerged from the shower and grabbed my bath robe, so that I could do my nails before I put on my dress. Someone knocked on my bedroom door, so I ran across my room to answer it.
"Dillon?" I said, slightly surprised. "Come in." He slid past me and stood in the room awkwardly. "Something wrong?" I asked with concern.
"We need a plan for the night…" I said, as I dropped onto the chair by the desk and started to paint my toenails.
"Okay… Any suggestions?"
"How are we going to get Alan's PDA?" he said, as he glided across the room nervously.
"It's going to be hot in there. There are a lot of people going. As soon as he takes off his jacket, you distract him and I'll take it," I offered.
"That could work," Dillon agreed, as he dropped onto my bed and started going over it in his mind.
"We'll get it," I assured him. "Can you do me a favour?" I asked gently.
"Maybe… What do you need?"
"I have a lot of trouble painting the nails on my right hand. Can you…"
"You want me to paint your nails?"
"Well Emily isn't here anymore. I don't want to get it all over my hand. Please?"
"Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"Of course," I said softly.
He kneeled down on the floor and lifted the brush. "I've never done this before," he warned me.
"You'll do fine, just aim for the nails."
I watched him work meticulously on my right hand. When he was finished I inspected my hand. "I'm impressed, Quartermaine. I didn't expect you to do that good a job."
He smiled at me and handed me back the brush.
"I better get ready," he said.
I nodded and watched him leave. Then I finished my nails, waited for them to dry and went back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.
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I emerged from my room and descended down the circular stair case. Dillon was waiting in the living room. "Wow… you look… Wow…" he said speechlessly.
That was the reaction I was going for. I smiled at him. "Ready to go?"
"Yes," he said, extending his arm for me to take it.
I accepted and let him lead me outside. He opened the passenger's side door for me and then went around and climbed into the driver's seat. He talked about the mystery the whole way to the Metro Court.
He pulled up and a valet opened the door for me and helped me out. "Thank you," I said, as Dillon handed the other valet his keys and came around to my side. He extended his arm again and led me inside.
"Lulu," Emily called from her table. Dillon followed me over. "You look beautiful," Emily said, when I got there.
"So do you," I offered.
She motioned for Dillon and I to sit down. I acquiesced and dropped onto the chair next to her. "I'm surprised you were able to drag Nikolas away from Spencer…"
"He's on the phone with the nanny now," she said.
"I'm just glad Spencer's home now," I admitted.
"Me too, it was so hard on Nikolas. My heart broke for him every day. Losing Spencer was horrible, but he's back now and I want to just be thankful for that. There is no reason to dwell on what happened," she explained.
"No need to dwell on what?" Nikolas asked, as he sat down.
"The past," Emily said gently.
"Lulu you look nice," Nikolas said.
"Thank you," I said genuinely.
"Look who is here?" Nikolas exclaimed as Elizabeth and Lucky came inside.
"You look beautiful," Emily said to Elizabeth softly.
"Oh thank you. Cameron was a little upset that he couldn't come. He wanted to hang out with Lucky really bad," Elizabeth explained.
"Aww, that's so cute," Emily said gently. I watched the two women make eye contact and saw an exchange between them I couldn't quite decode.
"Lulu," Dillon said softly, pulling my attention from my family.
"Yes?"
"Do you want something to drink?"
I nodded and he jumped up to get me something.
As the night wore on and people mingled with one another, we finally got a chance to do what we'd come to do. Dillon started talking to his uncle Alan about his switch back to film and not appeasing his grandfather. I took that opportunity to steal Alan's PDA. Surprisingly, no one saw me do it.
Once I had it in my hand, I made my back to Dillon. "Can I talk to you?" I asked delicately. He nodded and followed me outside, where I handed him the little electronic device.
"That was fast," he said, quite impressed with my ability to steal people's property in only a few seconds.
I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and hit speed dial 4. Spinelli picked up instantly.
"You've reached the Jackal," he exclaimed.
"Hey Jackal, we have something for you."
"Blonde one… Where shall we meet up?"
"Can you get to the Metro Court?"
"I can," he assured me, adding a bunch of babble I could not decipher and decided to not even try.
Dillon took his jacket off and handed it to me as we waited. Spinelli arrived and Dillon handed him the PDA. We watched him work. "I'm in," he exclaimed, only moments later. He handed Dillon back the PDA and commenced typing on his laptop.
"What are you guys doing out here?" I heard Elizabeth ask gently.
"Getting some air," I lied. "It was getting hot in there."
"Yes it is," Elizabeth agreed. Spinelli whispered goodbye to Dillon and disappeared.
"So where is Georgie tonight?" Elizabeth asked Dillon softly.
"She had other plans," he said sadly.
"I'm sorry, you guys are still together, right?"
"I think so," Dillon muttered. "I don't know," he sighed.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Elizabeth assured him.
"It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong," he reassured her. "Are you ready to go back in?" he asked me gently. I noticed he was shivering since I'd taken his jacket. I slid it off my shoulders and handed it to him.
"We'll catch up with you later," I said to Elizabeth before following Dillon back inside.
We entered the room to find people had started dancing. Dillon slipped from my side, to put his uncle's PDA back. Somehow he managed to do it unnoticed.
He came back to my side. "You want to dance?" he asked me delicately.
"It doesn't matter. I don't have to dance."
"Oh come on, it will be fun," he said, as he pulled on my arm and swung me into his. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we made our way into the group of people on the dance floor.
We moved in rhythm with the soft beat of the music. Song after song, he held me in his arms. Slowly my memories returned from the summer. The feeling of being his arms reminded me of the nights we spent together. I remembered his lips on mine, his weight on top of me as he moved inside of me. I couldn't do it anymore; it was beginning to hurt too much. I pulled away and ran from him. I returned to where I had been before. Elizabeth was still there and I noticed that she was crying.
"What's going on?" I asked her gently. "Where's Lucky?
"Nothing, I'm just emotional with the baby and all. Lucky got called into work," she said, I figured she was lying, but my own emotions were too screwed up to ask any more questions.
"Lulu what's wrong?" Dillon asked, as he came towards me.
"Nothing, I just needed some air."
"You ran off without one word to get some air? I find that hard to believe. What's really going on?"
"I'll leave you two alone," Elizabeth offered, I watched her walk away and felt like screaming at her to come back. I didn't want to be alone with him. I was afraid to be alone with him.
"I'm fine," I lied.
"No you're not. Tell me what's wrong?"
"It's just a little harder for me to forget the summer than it is for you," I muttered bitterly.
"What?" he exclaimed.
"I don't want to do this," I said gently. "I don't want to fight with you. You came here for me tonight and that was really sweet. Don't worry about me."
"Lulu, I didn't forget about this summer. I'm with Georgie though and…" he stopped talking and I turned to look at him.
"Just forget I said anything," I begged. I turned my gaze to him, but as soon as I did, tears began to pour from my eyes. I turned quickly but I wasn't fast enough.
"Hey," Dillon said gently, as he put his hand on my chin and turned my gaze back to his. "I'm sorry. I really am. I know you got hurt this summer…"
"At the expense of my own lies. It's not like I didn't deserve it."
"I'm sorry it turned out this way," he said gently.
"You're with Georgie. I understand that," I said, trying to keep the words from catching in my throat.
"It's just that, Georgie and I… We have this connection…"
"Dillon you don't have to explain it. You love Georgie. I understand that. I seriously do. It's just hard sometimes."
I saw the concern in Dillon's eyes. I watched him struggle with what I'd just said. "I care about you," he said suddenly. "I really do."
"Dillon you don't have to do this…" I said before I pulled past him and ran inside. I ran into the women's washroom and sobbed.
"Lulu, what is the matter?" Carly asked gently. She had been washing her hands when I'd run into the stall.
"It's nothing."
"Why are you crying then?"
"I'm just accepting what I can't have," I said sullenly.
"Dillon again?"
"You guessed it."
"What happened?"
"He came with me tonight because Georgie ditched him and we were dancing... and... well that just brought back everything I felt from the summer. So I ran from him."
"I'm sorry," Carly said gently, as she sighed. "I really am."
"It's okay. I know I can't have him. I just have to accept it," I cried.
"Open the door," Carly suddenly insisted. I did as I was told. "Come with me."
"I don't want to go out like this."
"There is a guy here that will make you feel better."
"I don't want some other guy. I want Dillon."
"Milo really likes you."
"I would chew him up and spit him out. I would break his spirit."
"That's a positive thing to say about yourself," she said as she dragged me out of the washroom.
"Lulu," Dillon said as we emerged.
"No more of your mind games," Carly spat at him. "There are other guys that won't hurt her. Lulu is going to spend some time with Milo."
"Lulu wait… please let me talk to you for one minute?"
"Dillon you had a chance to talk to her. Why should she listen to you break her heart again?" Carly demanded.
"Lulu please?" I met his gaze and saw something I didn't recognize.
"Just give us a moment," I said to Carly.
"Should I tell Milo you're coming?"
"Just give me a minute."
Carly nodded and backed away. "What Dillon?"
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry that I couldn't see how I was hurting you. I don't want to hurt you. I feel so confused. I think I'm clinging onto Georgie because she makes me feel safe. She's what I've always known…"
"Do you still love her?"
"Of course…"
"Then make it work," I said. "I've got to go."
I walked away from him. I went out into the room and found Milo with Carly. "Hi Lulu…" Milo sputtered.
"Hi Milo," I said gently. "Do you want to dance?" I asked sweetly.
I watched the colour drain from his face. It took him a few moments to recover. "Yeah… Yeah sure…"
He held his out for me and I accepted. I saw Dillon out of the corner of my eye. I ignored him and continued to dance with Milo. Dillon stalked out of the room. Good, I thought to myself. We can't keep doing this to each other.
