Disclaimer: All characters are property of PC/ABC Disney—except for one, and that one is a brainchild of my own creativity. :)
A/N: CAGirl: as you wish :)
Alright, so you're probably sitting here thinking "Katie, what are you up to? I thought you were done with PC stories." Well, I'm actually not—I never was really. I've had this little "brainchild" in my head for an extremely long time—this is my fix on what I did at the end of Out of Sight.
I'm not ashamed of how I ended my story—sometimes you have to start from scratch, and that's what I'm doing. So here it is—my little secret that I think I kept from everyone except one little Awian—she's a smart one, but then I've never really fooled her with any of my twists or turns. Hehehehe. Until next time—PCGirl.
She took a long sip of the coffee in her hand and tightened her coat around her. A smile appeared on her face as she walked down the sidewalk slowly, remembering her life in Port Charles before. It was heaven to be back here—to finally be able to say she was home again. There were questions she had—questions she wanted answered for awhile now, and somehow she knew they would be answered soon.
She closed her eyes and pushed her soft brown hair behind her ear, remembering the words she had told Livvie, "I'll fix this Livvie—I promise with everything I have I will fix this." It seemed like centuries ago that she had said that, and yet in a way it wasn't that long ago either.
Jasmine took the last sip of the coffee before tossing the cup in the trash can and walking on—enjoying the fact that whatever her journey was, it was both almost over and just beginning.
Alison pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door to her bakery that she had aptly named Just Heavenly. She smiled and began humming as she started her day with putting out the labels in the case as to what everything was going to be and then slipped on an apron before turning the coffee pots on and going to start baking her daily scones, muffins, and whatever other sweets came to mind.
She was in the back when she heard the bells on the front door ring, letting her know a customer had arrived, "Just a minute."
She didn't hear a response from the customer so went out to check, "Hi," she smiled brightly but the man said nothing. "Can I get you something? A cup of coffee?"
"Give me your money—all of it," he said as he pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.
Her mind started running quickly but she forced herself to stay calm and cleaned out the register—he backed up and she saw someone else about to come in—a business man, dressed in a dark suit. He backed away from the door and as the gunman began to run Alison saw him chase him down the street.
Livvie was in her own world as she took one of the files Eve had set aside for her to do the preliminary workup on. She was in her second year of school at PCU and had been given a job at the hospital during the time between semesters.
She didn't even see the sandy blonde police officer walk off the elevator or into her way until she walked into him and ended up sitting on the floor, the file spread around her.
"I'm sorry-are you hurt?" he asked as he kneeled down and grabbed the papers.
"I'm fine-really," she said as she took the papers from him and he helped her up. "Can I help you with something?"
"I'm looking for Dr. Ian Thornhart."
She looked back at the nurses station and saw him arguing with Eve about something-smiling at the thought that she knew what they were arguing about. "That's him right there."
"Thank you-sorry again," he smiled.
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Ian as he slammed his hand down on the file his wife had just taken from a stack.
"Let's see Thornhart-I'm a doctor and I'm in a hospital-you do the math," she said as she attempted to pull the file out from under his hand but with wasted effort. "Come on-one extra patient isn't going to wipe me out."
"You don't know that," he said, a grin slowly appearing on his face.
"I'm going to talk to Chris-see if I can make him see things my way," she said as she began to march off.
"It's a waste of time and you know it," he yelled back with a laugh. He turned back to the case he was working on and then noticed the Policeman standing in front of him. "Can I help you?"
He held out his hand to shake, "I'm Officer Rafe Kovich-Mac Scorpio sent me down here today to talk to you about a case you treated a few days ago."
"Ahh-yes, Mac said he'd be sending someone about that," smiled Ian as he shook his hand, closed the file, and went to find an empty room for them to talk about what happened.
Alison was hanging up the phone with the 911 operator when Lucy came running in, "Alison? Are you ok? I saw two men running down the street out of your business."
"I'm fine," she said as she finally caught her breath and came around the counter to sit at the small table. "The man—he came in and robbed me. I gave him my money and then the other man—the one in the suit, he just went chasing him."
"Do you want me to call Jamal?"
"No, he's got a busy day today—I'm fine, Lucy."
"Alison," she warned at what she was doing. "He'd want to know if you were in trouble."
"But I'm not—I am worried about the guy that went chasing after the robber," she said as she walked to the door and saw him coming back—the bag of money in his hand, but without the robber.
