Title: Love Lost
Summary: How will Jason's actions in the divorce proceedings affect Robin and the potential of a future reconciliation? This is an AU story.
Rating: Definitely an M rating
Disclaimer: I wish that I do, but unfortunately I don't own these characters.
AN:This is an AU fic that has been floating around my head for a while. It obviously doesn't follow the canon of the show but I hope you all still enjoy.
Part 1
She threw the manila folder to him across the long conference room desk and sighed heavily. "It's done," she said and took a seat across form him.
"What's done?" he asked pulling the folder closer and looked inside. He should have been happy by what was inside but when he saw her signature at the bottom of the page he realized with a heavy heart that it really was over between them. Her name Robin Scorpio-Quartermaine was scribbled at the bottom of the Marital Settlement Agreement.
"Well congratulations Jason, you got what you wanted!" Alexis said with irritation in her voice. "I hope you're proud of yourself. Never in my fifteen years of practicing law did I see a man go to such extremes to screw over his wife."
"You know nothing about it Alexis," he snapped at her. "Besides you're supposed to be on my side not hers. You're my lawyer, not hers and my millions are paying your tab, not hers."
She shook her head in disappointment "Thank God for that because if you read that document a little closer you would have seen that Robin doesn't have any millions, in fact Robin has nothing at all. You saw to that."
"Fuck you!" he said. "She doesn't deserve anything, after what she did."
"Really? So Robin deserves nothing for being married to your selfish, disrespecting, manipulating ass…not a single house your two owned, not a car, not any money or investments…nothing?" she asked in disbelief.
"No. Nothing!" he said getting up and grabbing the paperwork.
She stood and followed him to the door. "You have to sign those and get them back to me so I can file them," she said then added, "and Jason when this is over, I encourage you to find another lawyer."
A humorless laugh escaped his lips, "Why Alexis? Did poor Robin sitting in court break your heart?"
"No. Poor Robin signing these papers this morning while sobbing broke my heart. Poor Robin deciding to let you keep all you two have acquired over the years rather then fight you any longer, broke my heart." She said sadly, "You are a shit you know that? I don't understand how that girl ever loved you."
Jason gave her an icy glare and walked out slamming the door behind him.
He had been sitting at Jake's for the last hour nursing a drink, nursing several drinks in fact and thinking of the things that transpired today in Alexis' office. He still couldn't believe that Robin signed the papers. They have been in and out of court for the last five months. She had been so adamant about not letting him win. He should have been happy. His many millions were safe. His grandfather would be happy about that and so would the ELQ board members.
No one could accuse him of letting his cheating wife get the money he earned. While he was running a multi million dollar company, killing himself to set up a future for them she was whoring herself with that loser Drake she worked with. Sure she claimed that nothing was going on with them, even though he walked in on them in the hospital one night. She claimed he was comforting her because she was upset but to him it looked like the comfort Drake provided to her was of a carnal nature and nothing else.
"Hey give me another one!" he shouted to the bartender. He hadn't drunk this much in a long time. Actually the last time he remembered he drank was that night when he caught Robin with Drake.
"Jason please talk to me," she pleaded with him while he poured himself another drink. She was circling him trying to get him to look at her but the more she tried the less success she was having. "Jason, nothing happened. I promise nothing happened." She said with tears in her eyes.
"Sure thing Robin. What I saw was nothing. Him holding you, caressing your back, you nuzzling your face in his neck…that's nothing." He said with such anger in his voice she had to take a step back.
She had seen Jason angry before. At ELQ he was a ruthless son of a bitch nobody wanted to mess with but never in the time they have been together had he ever been that angry with her. "Can you please just listen to me? Let me explain."
"I don't need any explanations from you. You were with Drake in a supply closet Robin. Why would you be in a supply closet with another man unless he did a little more then just comfort you?" he stepped closer and bent down to her face. "Maybe he provided another kind of comfort? You know the one you haven't been giving me lately? Maybe that's the reason. Why get it from me when he is giving it to you?" he said, his voice full of anger and hate.
She swallowed back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Yeah Jason…that's it…that's exactly it." She said with hurt in her eyes. Her shoulders slumped forward with defeat "I wish you knew how much I love you. I wish you believed in me as much as I believe in you because then you would know that I would never do that to you," she said slowly making her way towards the stairs. Giving him one last look she started her walk up. "I'll just get my things," she said sadly.
He turned around pretending that the words she just spoke didn't rip a hole in his heart. He did love her. He always did and he always will but he would be no ones doormat not even Robins.
"So tell…what made you sign?" Maxie asked her friend and cousin when she saw her pulling a double shift the next night.
"What makes you think I signed?"
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe the fact that I know you and that you wouldn't be pulling a double shift unless you needed money."
Robin looked at her for a long moment and then said, "You know what kills me? That I spent all that money on a lawyer, which I'm going to be paying of for the next year by the way, and at the end I caved and signed the papers."
"So why did you?"
She looked up from the patient files she was filling out, "I saw how much he hated me and I couldn't do it any more. I couldn't fight him any longer. I was done. There is nothing left of Jason and Robin. Nothing!" she said dejectedly, walking away.
"Robin…" Maxie called out to her. "No matter what happened now, don't let the present ruin what you had with him in the past. I know he is a prick, who deserved to have his balls ripped out and shoved down his throat but he used to be the love of your life. Don't forget that," she said tenderly, feeling sorry for the situation her cousin was going through.
Robin nodded sadly and walked slowly down the hall.
Walking into her almost barren apartment that night was the breaking point for Robin. She sat down in on the sofa, which was the only piece of furniture she bought aside from the bed, and started to cry. She cried for the life she had and the life she lost. Jason was her whole world. She loved him still even after the painful encounter she had with him a few weeks ago.
She took a deep breath before she extended her shaking hand to ring the doorbell. It was ironic that she had to ask permission to enter her own house because her husband changed the locks on her. Not that she would have used her key anyway. It's enough the looks she receives from him when he happened to run into her on the street. Walking into his house uninvited would have sent him over the edge.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice when the door opened up. "Robin. What do you want?" he asked icily.
She cleared her throat willing the nervous feeling to go away. "Hi Jason." She said softly. "I just came because I was hoping that I can get some things out of the attic."
To her surprise he moved aside and let her enter into the foyer. She felt his eyes moving up and down her body and she knew he was looking at her too thin body. The stress of fighting with Jason was exhausting. Her appetite was almost non-existent and she knew how she must have looked to him.
"What do you need?" he asked without any indication that he cared about the answer.
She turned around and faced him. "I had some things of my parents up there in a box that I wanted to have."
He nodded tersely, "Good luck finding them." He said walking away and leaving her standing in the foyer alone.
She didn't understand what he meant by that until she walked into the attic and noticed what was there, or better yet what was not there. The attic was nearly empty except for a few boxes of old clothes that he refused to throw out. She sat down on the dusty floor and put her hands over her mouth to smother in her sobs. He threw out all her things. He hated her so much that he actually threw out the only things she had left of her parents, her pictures.
After a long cry she slowly got up wiping the tears from her face, when she saw him standing in the door way. "Did you find what you were looking for?" he asked, as if he didn't know any better.
She shook her head too afraid to use her voice. She looked up into his face expecting to find the stranger that she had encountered since the divorce proceedings started but the man who stood in front of her was Jason, her Jason. He almost looked concerned about her.
Stepping into the room he put his hands into his pocket and looked down to the floor almost embarrassed. "I had some things thrown out. What is it you were looking for?"
"My parents pictures," she whispered as tears pooled in her eyes again.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He whispered slowly extending his hand and touching her tear stained cheek.
"It was the only thing I had left of them," she whispered brokenly.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into his chest. "I'm sorry." He whispered kissing the top of her head. He wasn't a cold and unfeeling man. Seeing her so unhappy still pulled at his heartstrings.
She hesitantly wrapped her arms around him and buried her face deeper into his chest. Realizing how much she missed being in his arms only intensified her sobs. He smelled like fresh laundry detergent and cologne. She inhaled him deeply wondering to herself if this would be the last time that she would ever get to hold him in her arms.
"Shh…" he whispered as he bent down and tenderly placed kisses on her face and neck. "Don't cry." He lifted her in his arms and took her over to the old musty Victorian couch that sat in the corner of the room. He sat down, placed her in his lap and slowly rubbed circle on her back until she calmed down. It felt like old times. He was so tender and sweet with her, touching her and caressing her that a person could almost forget that the two of them were in the middle of a messy divorce.
After a few minutes she looked up into his face intending to thank him but before she could utter a word he leaned forward and placed his lips over her. She gasped surprised by the kiss. He ran his tongue over her lips willing her to open up to him. She parted her lips slowly as he deepened the tender kiss, which was suddenly becoming more and more demanding. She felt intoxicated by him. Missing him for so long and suddenly getting to touch and taste him again was almost more then she could handle.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his soft blond hair. "Oh Jason." She moaned as he slowly shifted her so that she was now straddling him. He pulled her closer, crushing her to him.
He knew what he was doing was wrong. After all, they were getting divorced but he just couldn't help himself. She was so beautiful. Seeing her cry broke his heart. He remembered all the times he was there to comfort her when she needed him as well as the times he took comfort in her when he needed it. He needed her comfort now.
As his hand slid up the outside of her thigh, working its way under her skirt and cupping her behind, she involuntarily moved forward against him. He groaned into her mouth when he felt her respond to his touch.
She slid her hands down over the front of his shirt, feeling his muscles underneath. Reaching the hem of his shirt, she placed them underneath, momentarily touching his abdomen before she pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor behind her.
Jason in turn followed with the same motion leaving Robin sitting astride him in only a bra, her skirt bunched up around her waste and her hair a mess around her. She looked amazing. He smiled at her heavy breathing then reached around her and unhooked her bra. She made an involuntary sound as if afraid of letting him see her. He took a moment to admire her. She was thinner then before but still equally beautiful. Slowly he bent over and placed his wet lips over her pert nipple.
She inhaled sharply when she felt his tongue circling her nipple. He suckled her breast slowly, tracing her areola with his tongue. She arched toward him in reckless abandon. This was her Jason who was making love to her with his mouth. She could almost forget all the horrible things he had put her through when he touched her like he did right at that moment.
Jason moved his hand lower over her abdomen and slowly under her skirt. He felt her wetness through her panties. Robin's response was immediate. Blinded by her intense need she thrust forward onto his hand all the while grabbing for his belt to free him from the confines of his jeans.
Jason let out a groan when she wrapped her small hand around his erection and started stroking him. She ran her fingertips over the top and rubbed the pre-cum, which had escaped his hard member. He wrapped his hand around hers to still her sensual strokes. "What?" she breathed out. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," he mumbled as he buried his face in her neck, biting her gently. She purred like a cat and at that moment he knew he had to have her. "I wanna be inside of you," he whispered as he slipped his fingers into her panties, touching her wet center.
"Oh Jason…" she moaned. Quickly standing up she pulled down her panties and mounted him again. He traced her with his throbbing erection before he slipped inside of her with ease. Her muscles involuntarily twitched puling him deeper into her heat.
He roughly grabbed her buttocks and pulled her down to him, moving deeper inside her with every thrust. "Oh baby," he whispered. "You are amazing." He knew she was approaching climax as she dug her nails into his shoulders. She bit his bottom lip and moaned in pleasure as he moved his hand to the front and touched her engorged nub.
He rubbed her furiously until she burst with pleasure. She screamed out his name and arched backwards away from his torso. Her spasms milked him until he himself reached orgasm. He grunted one last time and pulled her down onto him so he could empty himself in her.
Their heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the musty attic. She picked up her head off his shoulder and looked at him sweetly. He wanted to speak his words of love to her. Wanting to hear her say them back to him but he couldn't. He tried to convince himself that this was just sex, plain and simple but he knew better.
She saw his demeanor change. His soft and relaxed features suddenly become hard and unforgiving. She slowly stood up off of him and reached for her shirt that lay in a heap on the dusty floor. After she was dressed she looked at him still sitting on the sofa looking at her. "I know what you're thinking…but it wasn't."
"Wasn't what?" He managed to choke out.
"It wasn't just sex. It could never be just sex with you Jason," she said. "I wish we could fix this." She said quietly swallowing back the pain of losing him.
"But we can't." he said coldly.
She nodded and said nothing else. She didn't trust herself enough not to start weeping again. Getting her purse off the door handle where she hung it when she walked in, she walked out of the attic, leaving Jason behind.
This will be a three part story. Next part coming up soon.
Love to see what you guys think. Reviews are welcome...