Full of Grace

Author's Note: So, this is my first full GH fic. Despite what the beginning will seem like, this will be a Dillon/Lulu fic. I'm not sure how this will go, because of many reasons. One, GH is a soap opera that has new episodes every day, and it's not easy to update. Especially since this is current and not AU. So some things will be added in and go along with the show, some won't.

Basically, this is about love between the couple, the obstacles between them, and the thoughts they have on the present and the past. It is in their point of views, I hope that isn't confusing. I'm not sure if this will even be able to be completed, but I'm doing it anyways.

Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital, obviously, or this wonderful couple. Just this story.

Chapter One: Don't Forget Me

I shift in my seat a tad and rest my head onto my propped up fist. I hate to admit it, but the endless documents about business transactions and what not for ELQ are starting to bore me. I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to miss my days in film.

I look up from the lifeless paper to a beautiful girl standing in front of me. Georgie seems interested in a salt shaker that is currently sitting in front of her. I know what she's doing. Often, when she gets bored on a shift, she finds busy work for herself… including refilling the shakers.

"Hey," I say softly, a smile emerging on my face as I see her look up at me.

"You're still here," she says delicately as she looks towards me affectionately. I know that look. I used to live on that look. Used to being the operative words here.

"I am," I reply before shuffling some papers together in front of me.

You want me to point back and tell you when this happened? I can't. You want me to name a time when we started to drift apart? I can't. The truth is, I'm not sure, but it happened. Somewhere in the midst of Diego, Lulu and I, the abortion, and Laura, Georgie and I drifted apart. I began spending so much more time with Lulu's affairs, and not nearly enough time with Georgie's.

Would I admit this? Hell no. I may be an honest man, but I'm not stupid. Honestly, I have no idea if I have a future with either of these girls. Who knows, I could end up marrying some other random girl. It could be that girl sitting over there reading that odd looking book. What is that thing anyways?

But, it could be Georgie. Georgie could be the girl that I am meant to spend the rest of my life with, and that is why I'm still here.

I'm quickly interrupted from my thoughts as the door opens behind me. It's her. How do I know? I have no idea. I just feel it. Every time she nears me I feel it. The wave of sadness, the aura that she carries, the beauty that she gives off, the elegance that flows through my very skin to my bones. That's what I feel. I feel her.

I turn around instinctively to see Lulu Spencer standing a mere foot from me. Her face is graced with a smile that I know is genuine. She's wearing plain jeans, high heeled boots, and nice purple-colored top. With her hair in slight curls, and her lavender-vanilla scent, she draws me in.

What is it about her that amazes me? What is it about her that leaves me breathless and wanting more? I have a girlfriend. She was my wife for god's sake. I've spent the best years of my life with Georgie. We were so sure that we were meant to be together.

But if that was true… why did I feel this way about Lulu? It's so complicated, I don't even know what I feel about Lulu. I keep denying it up and down to Georgie, Maxie, even my own mother. I'm not actually denying it, since I don't know what it is.

All I know is that I keep offering to help her. I keep putting myself into her issues. When she went on that supposed 'ski trip', which I later found out was totally a cover, I was worried sick. I worry myself over her. During the days after her abortion, or with everything involving Laura, I spent countless hours with Lulu, or thinking about Lulu.

So I ask… what is wrong with me? Why don't I ever know exactly what I want?

"Hey Lu," I say very soft, almost inaudible, in hopes that Georgie won't hear my very personal nickname for Lulu. I slowly turn around to see if she has, and to my own surprise, she's gone.

Once again, I'm sure I've upset her. Am I supposed to detach myself from Lulu, and disregard her? I will not. We live together! We're practically related! Eww, that sounded gross. I take that back. But is it so wrong to talk to her?

I give a slight sigh before quickly turning back to Lulu.

"How are you?" I ask, quite sincerely if I do say so myself. I really want to help her. I wonder if she knows that. Lulu needs someone in this world that she can count on. Her father is completely unreliable. Her brother has way to much to deal with.

I need to be that person she can count on. You could say it's pity, but it's not. I don't know what it is.

"I'm good actually," she says with that wide smile on her face. I've been seeing that appear more frequently now. She's been through so much this year, and to see that smile means the world.

I really think that if she can clear her mother's name, and feel that justice that her mother can't, she may be able to be truly happy. As much as it pains me to say this, I think that last time I saw her happy, excluding when Laura was back, was when we were together.

When I think back now, I know how much she was carrying on her shoulders. She really cared for me, I think she may have loved me, and I didn't show her what she deserves. And then there's the fact that she was lying about Georgie and Diego, so I'm sure that was hard too.

But I don't hold that against her. When you really care for someone, you have to do everything in your power for your chance. Yes, she went about it in a completely wrong way, and I know that she regrets that, but she just wanted to be loved.

"Still no luck with the… uhh," she says and takes a glance around her before continuing, "thing," she whispers.

I chuckle a slight bit. She's so cute. I've told her countless times that she's not sneaky. How many adventures have we been on together? She's not sneaky. But it's cute how she tries.

"Don't worry, Lulu, we'll get it. I've got some uhh… some stuff to take care of right now. Let me um," I start as I get the papers together and close up my folder. "Let me get this back to the house, and then I'll help. Spinelli's back now, right?" I ask as I gather my things.

She nods to me with that same smile across her face. "Thanks, Dillon," she says to me as I stand up from my stool.

"I'll see you in a few," I say to her. I mean it. I'll see her in a few. I just keep coming back for more.

I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. Am I getting too involved? Have I been to involved?

I can't save Lulu from herself… I get it. Does that mean I can't try? Even if I don't save her, what if I just be there for her? What if I'm just a friend to her, and keep going on with Georgie as if things are okay… even though we both know they aren't?

I'm responsible for this abortion too. Even if it was based on a lie, I slept with Lulu just as much as she slept with me. And I don't regret that. I don't regret spending time with her. When I told Lulu that I had fun with her and that I would miss her, I meant it!

I don't pity her. She doesn't need to be pitied. She's strong, she's independent. I could justify all my actions and why I get so involved, but maybe it's simply because I want to.

She's important to me. Even if Georgie is the one that I will be with, Lulu is important to me and I hope that I'm important to her. It will always be that way.

I give her a smile before heading to the door. Realizing my mistake, I turn back and wave to Georgie who is standing behind the counter. She doesn't respond, but I won't push. I leave and I'm on my way to deliver the papers and get to helping Lulu. Even if I shouldn't, it wouldn't be me to not help her with this. I don't know, Lulu could be that girl for me. Is that why I'm so drawn to her?

I have no idea. All I know… is that I'm in for trouble.

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