June 2002
Alan and Monica have argued nonstop about Rick Webber and Rae Cummings since leaving the gathering of Mercy and GH doctors at Luke's. As usual, tensions are heated as they yell in their bedroom while getting ready for bed.
"You shameless hussy! So when you are going to meet up with my rival and cheat on me again?" Alan yelled as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"I'm not going to cheat on you, you stubborn buffoon! You're just projecting all your guilt from Rae onto me. I'm surprised you didn't call her last night at Luke's and meet up with her at the Port Charles Hotel. Is that why you called Skye to the party? As a decoy?" Monica yelled by the bathroom, wearing only a slip.
"Don't change the subject, Lady!" Alan fought to quash his increasing need to take his wife into his arms, rip every thread of her slip off, and make love to her on the bedroom floor. "You locked onto your old lover, IN PUBLIC, like a heat seeking missile. I'm surprised you didn't take him right there!"
"You are being childish and a self righteous asshole! It's okay for you to gush over your old lover and throw her in my face but I talk to one, god forbid have a laugh with him in your presence, I'm cheating!" Monica was also feeling stirrings of passion, but her anger was overriding her lust.
"Not just any old lover! Rick Webber! He was sniffing around you like a tomcat and you were encouraging it, you slut!"
Monica's temper boiled while she was removing her slip. She continued to yell at Alan standing naked. "You son of a bitch! Hasn't it occurred to you that if I wanted Rick Webber, I could have had him years ago instead of staying married to you?" She grabbed her robe. "I'm taking a shower. I'm sick of the hot air!"
Alan stormed over to the door as Monica entered the bathroom. He got to it as she slammed the door. "DON'T YOU DARE SLAM THIS DOOR IN MY FACE!" He moved to open it and discovered it locked. "MONICA, UNLOCK THIS DOOR!"
"GO TO HELL, ALAN!" Suddenly, Monica's beeper went off. After a moment, Monica opened the door. She pushed Alan out of the way and checked the number.
"Rick Webber calling for a tryst?" Alan said in a snarky tone
"No, you jackass, it's the hospital" Monica replied in an equally snarky voice as she dialed the hospital. "Hello, this is Dr. Quartermaine…..uh huh…..all right, I'll be right there"
She hung up the phone and headed for her closet and hurriedly changed back into the clothes she was wearing earlier. "That was the hospital. One of my patients came in with a possible ventricular aneurysm. I need to operate"
"Yeah, right. I bet you're going to meet up with Webber at some point. Is he going to spring for the Port Charles Hotel? Or is he the same cheap bastard who goes for the waterfront?"
Monica closed her eyes to calm herself down. "Alan, I don't need your insane jealousy right now. My patient is more important than your ego. Why don't you call Rae and whine about big, bad me while crying on her shoulder and any other parts of her sagging body she offers you!" she retorted before she walked out and slammed the door.
Alan walked over to the mantle. He stood by holding his arms outwardly while bending his head down. His anger was too much as he slid all the contents of the mantle onto the floor in a loud crash. No one was home to be woken up by the disturbance.
A few minutes later, after he calmed down, Alan walked over to the bed. He climbed in, got under the blankets, turned off the lights and laid there in the dark, prayed for the sleep he feared wouldn't come that night.