Chapter 1-So done, man

Warning: subtle, non-graphic references of sexual nature.

I do not own the shows Sentinel or General Hospital, or this would have happened.

The story takes place a while after Spinelli came to live at PH. Sam is living there too. I haven't watched Sentinel yet, but I get the premise. Blair is alive and he and Jim are in Port Charles on business. AU and Jim isn't quite right at first either.

Spinelli whimpered and lay back onto the cushion of his arm, silent tears forcing their ways past his eyes. Affairs were tense in the penthouse. With Sam and Jason arguing constantly in between yelling at him and people bursting in at all states at all hours, it was hard to get any peace. He was grateful to have a place to stay, even if the room was pink, but not in a house so tumultuous that the pink made him think of blood. Not to mention they all shared the same bathroom. Sam obsessed about her appearance constantly and covered the vanity and shower in products, as even tough ladies will do. Jason probably never looked in the mirror, but he always had to make a big deal about tidying up and sniffing dubiously at products, sometimes even throwing them away. As for Spinelli, he just wanted to take care of his business, which always seemed hard to do with the other two's absorbing peculiarities. The Jackal wanted some privacy, and fast.

He sighed. Brooding all day would not help the matter. PH felt stuffy and as long as he wanted to get work done in a desk not by a highway, he was going to have to leave. Thinking that maybe he could go to a coffee shop-not Sonny's, mind you- and get an orange soda, he smiled and donned his shoulder bag and cap(Whatever did happen to it later?) and snuck out the door.

What he heard stopped him clear in his tracks.

"Darn it Sam, just get out. I've had enough of you, both of you. Git!"

That struck the wrong chord. Spinelli had been embarrassed hiding behind Lulu to get some digs, and now that he accepted Stonecold as a mentor and Sam as a friend is was hard not to feel wanted.

There was a wail and Sam brushed past him in the hall, running for their room. Spinelli stood frozen, hurt and unsure what to do. Should he retreat to his room and lay low, lamenting the lack of a lock on the door and hoping it would all pass over and be okay? Or should he risk the chance of running into a fuming Jason on his way out, or the locks being changed while he was gone? Maybe he should pack his bags and crawl out of the window. He stood there for a long moment, then nodded his head and slipped back into his room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Calmly, or as much as he could be, with his mind spinning and his hands shaking, he tossed his meager possessions in the trunk from beneath the bed. It didn't quite all fit. The baggage, good and bad, from being here wouldn't go in the suitcase that he'd come with. Struggling with his emotions, he separated out everything Jason had given him from the menagerie on the bed. It wasn't his to take and he refused. Maybe he'd taken just a little from a dysfunctional family, but he felt more sure that he'd taken the family, the couple, and made them that way. He was the splinter driving between Jason and Sam and Jason and Sonny. In the clear light of day, he saw their loath and their anger. Now they could be free of his burden, and if he wasn't a burden, then why did they treat him as one? I love you too guys, he thought, feeling sick and zipping up the bag.

Blair had gotten home from a long afternoon of studying at the library after their morning stakeout to find Jim wasted on the bed with an oddly coherent and sober maiden of beauty. Nice catch, Jim, he thought wryly, taking off his shoes and carrying them towards his room off the main bedroom of the hotel room. Before he reached there, she drew her somewhat nude body off Jim's belly, and lying provocatively acroos the man, cast her violet eyes upon Blair.

"Want a turn, sweetheart?" She whispered.

Blair felt his upper lip go up in disgust and horror. She was lying on top of another man, his friend, his best friend, asking him if-Gosh, couldn't Jim just find one nicer girl, to stay, instead a new one every night? Blair had told him a thousand times, all while nursing him back to health from the latest drinking binge and begging pardons from Simon. He was sick of dealing with this. He walked into his room and turned the top light on, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He lay down on the bed, spread out and gazed at the ceiling. He felt distant and tired, and knew that he might fall asleep right on top of the covers in his clothes but he didn't really care. Nestling his head on his arm, he began to drift off…

There was a soft knock on the door and a quiet, husky voice called

"Ready Honey?"

OMG. He was glad he'd locked the door, but still scared. What if she stayed there long? What if Jim woke up and got the wrong idea? He felt himself panicking, not able to rest with her outside the door. Last time he'd checked, sweetheart was something his mom called him and honey was a sweetener for tea. He sat down in chair and all but whimpered. Maybe he could call someone, like Simon, to come rescue him. What could he say though, help, I'm cornered by a girl and I can't handle it. They already thought he was a wuss, and he'd never live this one down. Of course that had never stopped him before. He was seriously considering it when he realized that the landline was in the main room and his phone was dead. It wasn't like he could borrow hers. Besides, he was a long ways from home.

Blair waited the girl out until she dressed (he hoped) and left, shutting the hotel door behind her. Shoving on his shoes, he left his room and stopped, looking at the prone figure on the couch.

"I am so done with this man. So done," he said, slipping out sadly without looking back.