CH. 1 – Soul mates

"Can you not get mad at me for every little stupid thing . . ."

"Stupid? Oh, so now my thoughts and feelings are stupid? You know what – you can just take your slimy self and your sardonically-based comments and stay in this junk yard that you call a home," she grabs her coat and heads for the door.

"Fine! At least now I won't have to live with your life-sucking attitude," he shouts towards her.

"Fine!" she slams the door shut.

"Fine!" he screams out, hoping she heard him and realized that the last word had been his.

Dr. Patrick Drake had come to Port Charles to perform an impossible surgery. He had stayed in this small town for the one-night stands and the new stock of ladies that caught his eye everywhere he went. He hadn't expected to find an infuriating co-worker, and above all, he hadn't expected to fall in love with this woman who puzzled his mind and made him feel feelings that he had thought he was immune to – this woman who had just walked out of his apartment because they had one of their infamous quarrels. Her name, Dr. Robin Scorpio.

She had returned to town to save an ex-lover's life. She had stayed because she wanted to be around family again. When she had least expected it, life threw her way the most arrogant being she had ever met. He angered her in a way that no one had before. It wasn't pure hatred that she had felt for him; it was an elementary school sort of anger, the kind you would feel for the boy who playfully teased you in the classroom while the teacher wasn't looking. Without her knowledge, that anger mixed itself with attraction, and that's when she knew she was in trouble.

From the first instance that he had met Dr. Scorpio, he had been immediately intrigued. Well, actually, he was angry at first; she had interrupted him while he was taking care of business, to speak figuratively. She didn't fall prey to his charming ways, and this just elongated his fascination with her. He wanted to know her, not just her body. The night he found out about her HIV status, he finally understood the reason for her distant personality. Yet, he wasn't scared. On the contrary, it made no difference to him. He wasn't gonna treat her like a frail piece of object, and he wasn't gonna run from her as if she was some monster in a horror movie. Her being HIV positive just meant that he'd have to work harder to penetrate through her rough exterior.

She'd known about the famous Dr. Drake because of his mind-blowing surgeries, but she had not known about his infamous personality. She had already given him the title of being her last hope before she had even met the brilliant doctor. And in what a way she had met him, he was in a horizontal position taking care of his personal needs with the help of a fellow co-worker. She was disgusted with him on the spot and wasn't surprise when he started to flirt with her incessantly. But what had surprised her was when he continued to pursuit her after finding out that she was HIV+.

It took him a long while to get Robin to respond to his signals, but when she did, their relationship blossomed quickly and eventually, turned into love. Soon after, he asked her to move in with him.

She hadn't expected Patrick to move this fast, and naturally, she was a little thrown off at first, but she ecstatically agreed. She brought her things over and began to add her little touches to Patrick's bachelor pad. She took off all of his posters (that were mostly of half-dressed supermodels) ignoring his plea, and filled his refrigerator with groceries, instead of old boxes of takeout. They had spent that day in the backyard, having a picnic and enjoying the sunshine. Patrick had brought out some wine.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No. You're tipsy enough when you're sober," Patrick jokes.

"Hey!" she says and accidentally spills the red wine over his white shirt.

"Oops," she innocently states with an amused smile.

"Okay," he gets up, walks over to the plugged-in water hose, and grabs it, "Now, you're going to pay for that."

"Nooo … Patrick, don't you dare! You will be dead meat," she gets up and points the empty wine glass at him.

He laughs, "Am I suppose to be scared by that, Robin?" he presses the handle of the hose, cold water oozes out and completely soaks her even though she covers her head and runs away from the water.

She, finally, gives up, and throws her hands up in the air. Patrick stops the watery assault on her and drops the hose. She walks over to him and motions to kiss him, but as he leans down, she snatches the hose and slams water right in his face. He cowers over, walking backwards, but then, tackles her to the ground. She drops the hose, and both, her and Patrick end up laughing.

After their laugh-fest is over, Patrick lifts her up in his arms and carries her inside the house to warm up. As he's carrying her to the house, she pulls the collar of his shirt towards herself and kisses him passionately.

"What was that for?"

"For a wonderful afternoon."

"Well, then I should throw water at you more often."

"Don't you dare."

She had fallen even deeply in love with Patrick that evening, if that was possible. She was in love with him and her new life.

He sits in his empty apartment looking at frame with a picture of him and Robin (taken by a professional photographer) in the center and along the sides were pictures they had taken in a photo booth at a carnival. He had never had that much fun at a carnival before. Sure, she had thrown popcorn at his head, and smothered bits of cotton candy on his face, but all that had made her laugh. He loved it when she smiled; it made her eyes brighter and more beautiful.

Their fight had been about the other woman. No, there wasn't any other woman in his life. He had done the stupid mistake of bringing a fellow co-worker/ex-partner to their home. Robin had literally, kicked the woman out of the house and shut the door in her face.

"She was having a terrible day at work . . ."

"So, you're going to bring every woman who has problems into our home," she exclaims.

"Stop, twisting my intentions . . . ."

"Your intentions? And what were they?" she folds her arms.

"I brought her here to talk to you about de-. . . ."

"What? You expect me to buy that? Patrick . . ."

"Can you not get mad at me for every little stupid thing . . ."

Initially, she had the right to be mad at him, but if she had just listened to him, she would have understood. Now, he didn't give a dn about the woman he had been trying to help; he wanted his Robin back. That's all that matter. He knew she couldn't stay mad at him. She couldn't end it between them; after all, they were soul mates.