Note- if you know me, you probably guessed this fic was coming. It might just be a one shot, but I needed to write it.

This is what I think should have happened. Glo.

Breathe For Me

He hadn't planned to go to the diner that night.

If Logan Hayes had it his way he would have been across town in the arms of his girlfriend, snuggled up in bed underneath the Christmas tree they had just bought together. But now he had no tree, no naked adoring girlfriend...no girlfriend at all in fact because he had just spotted her kissing another guy.

Screw her, he thought as he stomped through the snow. Screw this stupid effing holiday. Screw this whole damn town.

Packing up his stuff and moving back to Texas sounded like a pretty good idea right now. He didn't know what there was keeping him in Port Charles anymore. Scott said he wanted to bond with him but he hadn't even introduced him to his sisters or grandparents. It wasn't like Logan was really a part of the Baldwin family, at least it didn't feel like it.

He needed someone to talk to and there was only one person who might give a damn- Cooper. Just don't bring up Maxie and we should be okay. I really need to stop messing with blondes... they cause nothing but trouble for me every time, he told himself.

Since it was after midnight, Logan expected to have to pick the lock at Kelly's but when he yanked on the handle the door opened.

He heard her, before he saw her, a desperate whimpering that made his heart speed up in fear. He started to run towards her before he even took in the scene and realized just what he was looking at.

A man dressed in all black, with a mask over his face, was trying to strangle the very life out of Georgie Jones.

Logan tried to speak and found his words stuck in his throat. All of the things he ever saw in this dangerous, sinful town, all the death and destruction, he never thought it would touch Georgie. No, not her. She had to be the sweetest girl he ever met. No one, certainly no man, should ever lay a hand on her in anger, ever try to take her life away. He immediately felt guilty, like he shouldn't have been chasing Lulu around town when Maxie and Georgie needed protecting, but he knew that wasn't logical. Neither Maxie nor Georgie ever said they wanted to be protected by the likes of him.

She was trying to fight off her attacker but losing when Logan ran over to them. The attacker let go of his phone cord, tossing it to the ground, and pushed Georgie toward Logan, to create a barrier between himself and Logan, then turned and ran towards the back exit of Kelly's. Georgie landed in Logan's arms, and all he could think to do was pull her close, holding her limp body up.

"Hey, you're okay now...you're..." He brushed back her hair and saw that her eyes were closed. "Georgie! Georgie, wake up. Please, you gotta do this for me...wake up."

When there was no response but her beautiful face staring back at him, pale and still, Logan cursed "Damn it!"

He gently laid her on the ground. "HELP! I need some help down here! SOMEBODY!"

He felt her neck and found a very weak pulse. Logan bent down and started breathing into her mouth. She stirred and moaned softly. Her eyes fluttered open. Immediately her hand shot up to her neck. "He...oh...he tried to kill me."

Logan had never seen anything in his life that looked better than her dark eyes staring back at him. He let out a few ragged breaths. Sitting down on the floor, so that his knees were bent, he let his head fall back. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Where is he?" she asked shakily, as she slowly sat up. "Is he gone?"

Logan reached out to touch her arm. An apologetic look shot onto his face as he realized he should have assured her of that already. "Yeah, he's gone. You're safe. We should call someone...the cops, an ambulance..."

He knew he didn't have his cell on him, having left it in his car, so he started to stand up to use the phone behind the counter. But then he spotted her cell laying on the ground a few feet away. Logan picked it up and saw that the message on it read : U R DEAD.

He swallowed hard as a red hot rage shot through his veins with an intensity he hadn't felt since Cooper got shot in Iraq. The unfairness of it all had struck him then, like it did now. After that day, he protected Cooper in every firefight they were in.

Logan's eyes darted over to Georgie, who was sitting on the ground, her hand still rubbing her neck, her shoulders shaking in fear. He hurried back to her side, took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, then called 911. When he hung up, he said, "I'm going to pick you up now. Is that okay?"

"I'm strong enough to stand," she whispered, though her eyes immediately filled with tears.

"I got you," Logan said, as he lifted her up. He sat down in a chair, with her on his lap. " I know you think I am pretty useless..."

"No," she protested, weakly, completely out of politeness.

"Yeah, you do. But one thing I am good at is wielding a gun." He patted his ankle holster. "If that guy is stupid enough to come back here before the cops show up...I'll keep him from hurting you again, that's a promise, okay?"

She nodded. Her lips were trembling. Logan rubbed her back. She started to cry softly.

Apologizing for her weeping, Georgie whispered, as she swiped at her tears. "Sorry."

"You don't have a damn thing to apologize for."

"You probably didn't think you'd have to save my life tonight and then dry my tears."

"You probably didn't think a loser like me could do either of those things without messing it up," he joked.

She smiled, just a tiny bit, through her tears. Just then Lucky rushed through the door. "What happened? The Text Message Killer went after you?"

He had his gun out and his eyes were scanning the room.

Georgie stood up, pulling Logan's coat tighter around herself. "He's gone now. Logan chased him off."

Lucky holstered his gun. "Are you okay?"

Georgie whispered "I think so."

"All right," Lucky said. "An ambulance is on the way. I happened to be driving home from my shift when I heard the call of the radio so I beat them here. Once the paramedics check you out, I'll need a statement from you both. Did you see the guy?"

Logan said "He wore a mask."

"He's getting smarter and bolder. Any of the borders here could have came downstairs and caught him." Lucky said. "That's not a good sign. We got to catch this guy and quick."

The paramedics rushed in and sat Georgie down, examining her. She said, over and over, "I'm okay...I think I'm okay...really..." as if she was convincing herself of it as much as them.

Logan crouched down next to her and told them "She was unconscious for about two minutes."

"You'll need to go to General Hospital and get checked out."

Georgie nodded. Her only sign of fear at the idea of being taken across town in a car with strangers was her eyes widening slightly, but Logan caught it. He touched her knee. She turned and looked at him. "Thanks...that doesn't seem like enough to say but thank you, Logan."

"I didn't do anything. Anyone would have done the same thing."

"That's not true. Some people would have ran the other way."

"If I was the one being attacked, sure, but not you." He didn't think anyone could turn away and let Georgie be hurt. He knew he never could.

The paramedic said "We should go."

Logan asked, "Got room in that ambulance for one more?"

"Oh, you don't have to go to the hospital with me," she insisted but her eyes said that she would feel much better if he did. At this point, any familiar face that she knew was not a killer would be comforting, even if it belonged to the guy who ticked her off on a regular basis.

"Well, I'm gonna go to the hospital, either way. I just was asking if I could ride with you. Gas prices are kinda outrageous these days."

She couldn't believe he was making her smile, after what had happened it felt odd to even be able to. "You can ride with me."