The One We Choose

Summary:Darcy Edwards is volunteering in Port Charles as a candy striper in General Hospital. Damian Spinelli is in the hospital after an accident. What happens when these two meet? Can their broken hearts mend? Meanwhile,Maxie Jones isn't going to let Spinelli go without a fight. In the end who can a man choose? The woman who made his heart whole again or the one who broke it? Darcy/Spinelli/Maxie,Spixie,Spinarcy.

Prologue

Darcy Edwards sighed and pushed the cart down the long hallway. She stopped outside a door and opened it. A young man---Whom Darcy guessed to be in his early twenties,rested against plump pillows in the bed. His face was pale and his bright green eyes stood out. She smiled as she walked farther into the room. "Hello!" She said cheerfully as she fixed his pillow.

He gave her a grin,revealing his even,white teeth. "Hello. "Tis a pleasure to the Jackal to see such an angelic face when he awakens." He said to the girl groggily,pushing his messy brown bangs off his forehead. Then,he studied her carefully. "Who are you? I do not think I have seen you before."

She blushed at the strange speaking man's compliment,ducking her head as she handed him a magazine and some juice. "I'm Darcy. Darcy Edwards." She told him softly as she took a seat by the bed. "I moved here to start volunteering. What's your name? I mean...I'm sure that it's not,"The Jackal"." She stated with air quotes.

"Damian Spinelli. The Jackal is just something I go by. It's my identity in cyberspace." Spinelli gave her a boyish grin as he sipped the juice.

"So why are you a patient here?" Darcy asked him as she raised a delicate brow. "I mean...here it says that it was a stab wound but..."

Spinelli looked down in embarrassment as he twisted the rough sheets around his fingers. "The Jackal is afraid it was another failed shot at being manly."

She looked at him with wide brown eyes. "Being....manly?" She asked him in confusion. What in the world did knives have to do with being a man?

He nodded. "The Jackal was well informed that the ladies like men who can use guns---men of action if you will. I am a PI with Fair Samantha and I jumped in the way when a suspect tried to stab her. I was going to shoot him---but the Jackal is ashamed to admit that he could not." He said sadly.

"Knowing how to use a gun doesn't make anyone a man! In fact,it makes them so much less. It's good that you didn't kill the guy. It means your pure." Her voice was harsh at first but it became softer as she spoke her last word.

He turned his alarmingly green eyes on her and she was struck at once by how deep and soulful they were. She turned her head away nervously. "I...I should be going." She stuttered as she stood to her feet,brushing off her uniform. She gifted him with one last smile before she left the room.

Spinelli sighed and leaned his head against the pillows again,lips curving up. Somehow her words had given him some comfort.

Darcy leaned her head back against the door,eyes closing as she took in some deep,fluttering breaths. For the first time since her rape,she'd felt alive. It was as if she and Damian were meant to meet. She smiled as she breathed his name,listening to how it sounded coming from her lips.

To be continued....

Next Chapter:Darcy comes into Spinelli's room at just the wrong time and has the displeasure of meeting Maxie. Spinelli and Maxie fight about Darcy.