With much encouragement from a certain British friend of mine, I decided that because the current storyline for Scrubs seems so unbearable that I might as well attempt writing it myself. In a way where it can be played out as I personally would like it too and Im sure many fans could agree with.

So here it goes, Where Only Angels Tread, a Robin and Patrick FF based on the HIV storyline going on as of late 2011. (Picking up after Robin and Patrick have their big talk - January 2012.)

Chapter 1: "Holding onto her heart like it's a little secret."

Robin laid awake in her bed for what felt like hours. This was ridiculous. It's not like she had anymore tears to cry; she just wanted some sleep. One would think that after the way Patrick had taken her news that she'd be doing better. But she wasn't. "No more secrets." Patrick had said and she agreed. This had to stop. He needed to know absolutely everything. There were still two topics that needed to be addressed and this needed to be done quickly. One was scary but she knew it was logical and that he would be more than willing to do his part in easing her mind. But the other…the other was much more complicated; much bigger than either of them could have seen coming.

Robin rolled over to face her husband. Patrick was sound asleep but he didn't look peaceful like he normally did. There was stress in the scrunches of his forehead and a worried curl to his lips. She knew exactly why and she felt guilt and pain strike her right in the heart. She reached her hand up and rubbed the creases of his forehead gently. "I'm so sorry." She whimpered quietly. Then she moved in to kiss his sleeping lips. As she pulled away she saw his eye twitch slightly and she knew she'd disturbed his rest. Moving slowly she curled up as close as she could to his warm body and closed her eyes. That's when she felt his head move as he placed a kiss on top of her brown locks.

"Im sorry I woke you." She spoke into his chest.

"Don't apologize." He said in a groggy voice. "Everything okay?" he questioned followed by a yawn.

"Uh," she exhaled deeply, "yeah, I'm okay." She said with a sniffle.

"Honestly?" Patrick shifted his body so that he could see her. Her face was stained with hot tears and her eyes were swollen and red. "Robin…" he didn't know what to say. He could imagine why she was upset. They both had good reason to be in a constant worry but he thought they'd moved forward tonight. He thought that they had established some hope.

"I'm over thinking everything. This protocol is going to work. It has too." She repeated the words he'd spoken a few hours prior. "I just wish I could stay here forever; in your arms. This is where I feel safe."

"You are safe." He reassured her. "I won't let anything or anyone hurt you ever again. We're gonna get through this." Patrick said the words as much for her as he did for himself. He had to be strong for her but that didn't mean that he wasn't terrified of what could happen.

"I trust you." She said relaxing into his hold. "I'm just scared." She added before having yet another breakdown.

"I know." He knew because he felt the same way. "You can be scared and when you are I'm here. I promise. Everything is out in the open now so just lean on me when you're feeling scared or weak. I'll get you through this. Every step of the way." Patrick's arms were wrapped around her and he was using his left hand to rub her back soothingly.

"Not everything…" she said through her tears.

"What?" Patrick asked in confusion. He stopped his strokes on her back and again moved his body so that he was now seated on the bed with Robin beside him.

When he moved she followed his lead and also brought herself to a sitting position. She wiped her falling tears as she looked him in the eyes and spoke, "there are still a few more things we need to talk about."