This is a first attempt… I have no idea of how to effectively do dialogue. So you could be in for a lot of self-reflection as I try and learn how to write…

Another day. Another day of the same old same old. Being able to save people was definitely rewarding, but somehow now, it didn't feel, well quite as romantic. Not romantic in the sense of endless, all-consuming love, but romantic in the sense of the noble doctor sacrificing to make a difference in peoples' lives. Before she had thought there was something terribly tragic and romantic about being a physician, someone dedicated to saving other people, while she herself was doomed to a certain fate. She acknowledged it fit a bizarre self martyrdom complex that she occasionally exhibited, but she honestly did have the best of intentions in becoming a doctor. Now though, she just felt bad. As much as she loved her job, or rather knew she loved her job, she was bored. Flat out bored. Bored with her job, bored with her life, and bored with herself. It was ironic that she, the daughter of two super-sleuths, and possibly the most colorful individuals to ever reside in Port Charles, wasn't living a life, merely existing.

She could feel the hair on the back of her neck rising, and an uncomfortable, I'm gonna be sick tightening in her stomach. So much for butterflies, she thought. Breathing deeply, she took a long sip of her latte. Though she hated to admit it, Starbucks was sheer bliss! But her moment in heaven was short-lived, as she heard the voice of General Hospital's very own Doctor Hottie behind her. "Is it really possible to love someone and hate them at the same time," she wondered. Her parents had a rather complex relationship, to put it mildly, and she wondered how much of the passion was based on love and how much on madness and aggravation. Trying to get a handle on her self-control, she continued to focus on her charts, but Liz and Patrick's voices kept breaking through her shield of disinterest. She wasn't sure what they were talking about, but she was certain that Lucky wouldn't be pleased to find out how much time they were spending together.

Knowing she wouldn't get anything done in her current frame of mind, Robin put down the patients file and reflected. She had been back in Port Charles for months. "It was weird then, and," she thought to herself, "it is still weird!" When she left for Paris, she thought she had lived an incredible life. She had found love, not once, but twice, dealt with crazy parents, death, violence, and a life threatening disease. But now back, she felt boring and old. And despite knowing she was old, she somehow felt young at the same time. Young, in that she, she, of all people felt naïve and inexperienced. Looking at Liz, years younger than her, who had already been married and pregnant, god only knows how many times. Or Emily, Jason's baby sister. If the rumors were true, she was with Sonny. Sonny the mobster. She couldn't help but compare herself. It was ridiculous. "Still, I am lucky," she told herself. Repeating it over and over in her head. "With one small exception, my life is perfect. I have a great job, supportive friends, and a family, dysfunctional, sure, but a family nonetheless…what more do I need." But she could hear that little voice in the back of her head… "Oh, shut up!"

"Robin," she heard a surprised Liz say, "are you okay?" Robin sighed inwardly, pasted a smile on her face, and turned around. It would, she suppose, be too much to hope that she hadn't been talking out loud, wouldn't it, especially with the way her luck was going these days. "You look remarkably in control for a girl who was hammering shots last night. I barely managed to drag myself out of the apartment this morning, and I am certain my hair still smells like ash." Robin laughed. "You know it may not seem like it, but I've been drinking a lot longer than you have. And though it was a long and painful process, I think I may have finally found a way to chase away a hangover." Robin knowingly avoided looking at Patrick, she knew he was there, a dark shadow watching and listening. But honestly, she didn't know what to say to him or what to do. She had been drunk last night, but despite her own words, not drunk enough to forget what had happened. And she wasn't about to let him throw her moment of weakness back at her.

Liz's beeper went off, looking down, she sighed, it was Lucky. She loved him, but he had been asking a lot of questions lately. She knew something was bothering him, but she wasn't sure what it was. And nothing she did seemed to make him happy. He was anxious and picking fights with everyone except Nicholas and Lulu. They were the only ones who could get him to even relax a little. Steeling herself to visit her husband, Liz looked up. The tension between Robin and Patrick was palpable. Robin hadn't left Jake's with them last night, and though Liz refused to gossip, she would have been liar, if she didn't admit to wanting to know what happened. Everyone knew there was something going on. The way they bickered – it was positively grade school. And according to Emily, at the Charity Auction, Patrick spent the whole time either talking about or looking at Robin. "I better check on Lucky you guys. Thanks for the coffee Dr. Drake."

Robin watched Liz walk down the hallway. She tried to prevent it, but she could feel her body stiffen and her defenses build. She didn't like who she became when Patrick was around, but she couldn't help it…