I hate that Morgan isn't going to be on GH anymore because Bryan Craig is leaving. It makes me sad, tbh. And I'd gotten attached to his character/saw a lot of unused potential for Morgan, so this is me, giving Morgan an alternate ending of sorts. Yeah, I know, I went the sort of cliche route, but... I wanted to do this. I hope it's at least a little bit worth reading. I'm gonna try and keep it going but this is all I have at the moment. If you want to see more, let me know, otherwise, I'm gonna go back to the drawing table with it.

FYI: yes, Vivienne is a stripper. If that bothers you, sorry. She's also probably going to wind up being the daughter of one of the characters, not sure which ones yet. More about all that as I figure it all out. If her being a stripper bugs you, sorry. That's how the story came to me. She wanted to make fast and easy money while attending college and working an internship at a hospital in a neighboring town.

ONE

Vivienne normally just crashed when she got home from working Vaughn's. For whatever reason, she couldn't get to sleep that morning and at about 4 am, the little cottage shook as if someone dropped a bomb right outside her window; it was so loud that she could even hear the panes of glass rattling in her bedroom windows as she lie there in bed.

The sirens came next; lots of them from the sounds of it. Her curiosity piqued, she slid out of bed and slid on a white t shirt, making her way down the stairs of her sleeping loft and into the living area below. The lights from the cop cars lining the ditch of the road at least a mile away danced on her living room walls, painting them an almost omnious shade of blue and red as the sirens blared on. Fixing herself a roast beef and cheddar sandwich quickly, she grabbed a light beer and she peered through the curtains in her living room's big bay window. One look up at the bridge she lived close to told the tale…

"When will they learn to slow down? Everybody who's an actual Port Charles resident knows that there's one hell of a curve coming onto that bridge.. I pray to God that whoever is in that car makes it out safely." Vivienne mumbled quietly as she popped the top on the can of beer and took a sip to chase down the bite she'd just taken from the sandwich in her hands. " Because it looks really, really bad."

And then, it happened.. and when it did, Vivienne's jaw literally dropped as her stomach churned and she thought she'd race back upstairs to the bathroom and vomit. Apparently, the 'explosion' she heard before was the car going off the bridge. The actual explosion happened faster and it was horrifying to see.

Vivienne turned away from the window, sick to her stomach, praying that the emergency medical personnel dispatched to the scene might have gotten the driver and the car's occupants out. She eyed her cell phone sitting on the hallway table and picked it up.

She'd promised Morgan Corinthos when he came into Vaughn's earlier in the night after scaring off her asshole ex in the parking lot that she'd call him after she'd gotten in and let him know she'd made it home safely and for whatever reason, everything in her gut was telling her to call right that minute. She'd been tempted to do it earlier, but her phone died on the way home from work.

"C'mon, man… You don't just manage to scare away a girl's bastard ex and leave her a 1k tip when you didn't even get a dance just on the word that she's only working at a classless venue like Vaughn's to pay for college and expect her not to at least be decent enough to call ya when she makes it home like you asked." Vivienne mumbled as she bit the tip of her index finger, pacing her kitchen.

At first, the phone went to voicemail.

"He's probably at home… With his actual wife or girlfriend." Vivienne thought to herself, though the thought made her heart sink a little because yes, he'd been sweet and gentle and he'd been sexy as hell and she'd hoped that maybe… Her mind laughed at the thought she had, 'You hoped what, Vivienne? That he was riding in in his shiny sports car to fix your self inflicted fucked up life? Riiiight. Because rich guys actually give a fuck about girls like you.. Once trash, always trash, right? And if he remembered you from school he'd know.. You were and you still are trash.' and she was about to quit trying when the phone rang in her hand.

"Hello?"

"I-I… I need help." Morgan's voice was weak, he knew that he'd lost a lot of blood and he knew that people were probably at the site of the accident by now.. Or he hoped at least.. Did he have any family? Did he have anyone?

When his phone rang while he'd been trying to stumble almost blindly through the darkened forest, using the North Star as a guide just like his uncle Jason taught both himself and Michael as kids, his phone rang and the photo of the girl popped up.

Who was she?

The contact name was simply V.

What was V to him?

His head was killing him, he could taste blood as it dripped from his forehead and into his mouth and he knew that right now, everything was fuzzy… he couldn't even remember what he'd been doing an hour ago, before he crashed the car he'd come to trapped inside of, just a breath away from a watery death and even closer to a fiery one.

He remembered hearing a man shouting a name from the top of the ravine too.. 'What was it? My name maybe?' and then running. Meanwhile, he'd gotten himself out, gotten himself the hell away from the vehicle and when he'd gotten halfway into the forest, that man's shouts fading into the quiet of the night, the car exploded.

Now, his phone was ringing and a girl named V was calling him.. And he couldn't even remember what she might be to him or his own first and last name..

Vivienne bit her lip on the other end of the line. "Morgan? Are you okay? You didn't drink even more after you left Vaughn's tonight, did you?"

"I- I need help.. Lost in woods.. Out by bridge… Bleeding."

Vivienne's stomach started to churn. The accident she'd seen just now came back to her and she asked quietly, "What's around you?"

"Trees."

"Anything else?"

"River.. I think.." Morgan paused, wincing at the pain as it hit in fresh waves and then he replied, "A cabin or something.. I-It's.. Small."

The line went dead just as Vivienne saw the staggering figure step through the woods and into her backyard, right in the sight line of her kitchen window.

Without thinking, she ran out to help him.

By now, the crash site had gone quiet. They'd gotten the car, the 'remains' they assumed most likely, were still inside.

"Fucking hell.." Vivienne muttered to herself as her instincts and nursing training came into play and she snapped into action, reaching Morgan, getting him to stop where he was.

"We gotta get you inside." she told him, and weakly, he told her, "I- I must have been trying to c-come home."

Vivienne raised her brow, the fact that he'd crashed a mile from her house was an honest accident. She knew then that something was really wrong, but rather than upset him, she said nothing. Keeping him calm right now was the key to keeping him stable until she could get him to County.

"Of all the times to close down our hospital in town, one of the best ones in the state.. They do it now." Vivienne grumbled to herself as she and Morgan made their way clumsily across her yard and into her house. She gently helped him sit down at her kitchen table and she grabbed the first aid kit she'd gotten just a few seconds before bolting outside to him. "How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked him quietly, watching his eyes for any sign of shock or trauma or confusion. If he had double vision, he could have a severe head injury.

"3."

"2. But you were close. Can you remember your name? Or what you were doing?" Vivienne asked him things as she worked on carefully and gently wiping the blood away from his face and off of him. Morgan shook his head on the first one, then he went back to watching her, trying to remember anything about her he could.. Nothing came easily, but weirdly enough, these random memories of himself and a girl with her dark hair and bright brown eyes came.. Yeah, he had to be involved with her somehow, he reasoned, he'd known her that long.. She didn't feel like a stranger?

"So you don't remember your name?" Vivienne felt her stomach churning. She could tell he'd bashed his head during the wreck… She could clean him up, get the blood to stop pouring out of him and then she needed to take him to County.

"No."

"Do you know why you were out this way?" Vivienne asked when she realized that again, he was close to blacking out. She really needed to hurry cleaning his wounds, her heart was racing, her hands and legs shook and she felt like she'd throw up every bit of the sandwich she'd eaten.

"No." Morgan managed to mumble as he told her quietly, "I think I was.." and Vivienne stirred in his lap a little, looking at him in concern as she asked quietly, "What?"

"Coming home."

'Well fuck.. He now thinks that we're involved.. because I did give him my number earlier and he did take that picture or two of us at Vaughn's.. To save as a contact photo..' Vivienne almost wanted to laugh bitterly.

In high school? That would have been everything she wanted.. Mrs. Morgan Stone Corinthos. She'd been crazy and head over heels in love with him but to her knowledge, outside of the time or two she tutored him in Spanish and Bio, he hadn't even really known her well.

Now though, that was dangerous for him.. If he did have amnesia, then telling him the truth could do one of two things.. And neither of them were good for him.

Instead of answering, she kept silent. Morgan assumed that he'd at least gotten that one right. She continued to clean him up, stitching the wounds she could and he sat there, focusing on the golden brown of her eyes or the scent of her perfume, the way her petite and curvy body felt warm and soft nearly pressed against him like she was having to be to patch him up. He slid his arms around her, wincing in pain and removing one when it hurt like hell to even dream about straightening it. Vivienne wanted to flinch out of his grasp, simply because feeding into anything he might 'think' he knew right now was not a good idea, but.. It felt so good.. His rough hand resting tentatively on her lower back.

"You're all cleaned up now. I need to get some pants on and get you into County. Can't have you going out on me or dying.. Especially not dying." Vivienne's brown eyes fixed on his green eyes as her voice dropped to this soft whisper almost and he nodded, that uninjured hand moving from her back to move hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

He couldn't figure out why the fuck he'd have even left home in the first place knowing that she was here waiting.. That and a ton of other things were bugging him.

He remembered a little piece of something then.. An argument with a female.. But he couldn't remember enough to know if it were V or not.

So just to be safe, he muttered softly, "Sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." Vivienne answered quietly. She slid off his lap and she went upstairs and into her room, wiggling into a pair of jeans and the stilettos she'd discarded when she came in from work just a little over three hours before. She came back down and helped him to her car, shutting the door behind him.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, Vivienne played the music loudly so that she wouldn't fall asleep and so that he wouldn't either. When she felt his hand reaching for her hand, she almost moved her hand back to the wheel, but she remembered that if he got upset, it could be bad for him at the moment.

So she let him hold her hand.