The Missing Link
A/N:In this story Spinelli has an apartment of his own. Pairings are Michael/OC and Spinelli/Kristina(friendship)
Prologue:Who's That Girl
The air was cool on this July night as the seventeen year old girl entered the club with her fake ID. She smiled as she saw the flashing lights and the bodies dancing around. She moved torwards the bar and fell gracefully into a seat. She smiled up at the bartender softly. "Strawberry Daquri." She breathed,fluttering her lashes at him as the drink was placed infront of her. She swirled in her seat and leaned back against the counter of the bar,watching the people around her. She heard a sigh from beside her and she turned her head torwards the sound. A young man who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen sat there beside her. She raised her eyes to meet his only to find him staring down at her with dark blue orbs.
Michael Corinthos III wasn't oblivious when a pretty girl was in his prescence and the girl infront of him was most certainly,very pretty. "So what are you doing here?" He asked of her,meeting her sparkling green irisis.
She let out a laugh and shook out her long,auburn tresses. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked as she sipped her beverage. Then,she stuck out a small,pale hand. "My name's Andrea."
"Michael." He answered coolly,taking her hand in his firm grasp. "Michael Corinthos."
Andrea smiled again and sat her drink down. "You wanna dance?" She asked of him.
Michael smiled and stood to his feet,taking her hand in his and leading her to the dance floor. As they danced to the beat,grinding their bodies against eachother he asked,"So do you have a last name?" He asked of her.
She looked up at him and brought her mouth to his ear,hot breath carressing the shell of it. "Later. I'll tell you my last name when tonight ends." She breathed.
That was a lie.
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The next morning,Michael awakened in a large bed in a hotel room,completely nude with a sheet and blankets tangled around his legs. He blinked blearily in confusion. What was he doing here? Then he recalled the night before with that mysterious girl named Andrea. They'd left the club after sharing several dances. He could recall hopping into a cab with Andrea and the cab taking them to a small hotel just outside of Port Charles. They'd gotten this room for the night---he could remember that. He could recall her hands pulling at his shirt,her hands and lips on his bare chest and shoulders. He remembered it all. Oh god! He'd slept with some girl he'd known for less than a day! This was bad! Especially considering she wasn't here and he never did learn her last name.
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Across town back in Port Charles,Andrea was knocking impatiently on the door to an apartment.
The door swung open and a young man stood in the doorway. His eyes landed on Andrea and widened in shock as soon as he saw her. "Andrea??" He asked. He hadn't seen her in years. Not since she was five and he was ten.
She smiled weakly. "Hey big brother." She said. "Can I get a hug?"
Damian Spinelli took a step forward and enveloped the baby sister he hadn't seen in so long,but had never forgotten in his arms.
Next Chapter:Painful memories,Michael ask for Kristina's advice. Andrea and Michael meet again. Krissy and Spinelli discuss what their siblings did.