Authors Note: Instead of putting it at the bottom, I'll stick it up here. This is a total rewrite of my previous GH story. And yes, I'm still going to be pairing Leora Hayward with Morgan Corinthos. I just have so much more to work with now, in terms of plot and stuff because Anna looking for Heinrich would be the perfect way for Anna to stumble across the fact that David's known Leora was alive and kept it from her. Maybe when she was digging for one child, the WSB database got confused and gave her documents pertaining to the other? Kind of something like that, anyway.. Yeah. Plot for Leora and Morgan is kinda taken from several different romantic movies and yeah.. Planning to do a massive revamp/slight improvement to Morgan's character and the dreadful direction they were heading with it. Maybe wanting to revisit the time period when he was a good kid and besties with Molly? But first.. Amnesia. Just for shits and giggles. This way, he's truly a blank slate.

I really, really, really hope you all enjoy this as I personally loved writing this story, old version and honestly, with this version, I'm sort of proud at how this first chapter came together. If you have questions, given how weird this plot is and who my ofc is, feel free to ask in a personal message to my account.

She swore when she left Pine Valley she'd never come back. But if there was any truth to what she'd dug up on her former husband David Hayward, she had to know. The fact that Leora could have been taken from them and then reunited with him at a later point in life and he'd be as selfish as to not tell her about it.. Anna Devane had been angry before.

Never this angry.

She'd raised her hand to knock on the door, David's new wife Krystal opened it and stared at her a few seconds with a puzzled look and then, she shut the door in her face and called out to David to come to the door.

She peeked out again in a few seconds to politely tell Anna, "He's on his way downstairs." as Anna merely nodded, tapped her feet impatiently against the decking on the front porch of the house.

What would have been their home if Leora hadn't died and everything hadn't gone to hell all around them both. Anna sighed bitterly and shook her head. Even that thought didn't do anything to sort of quell her anger and remind her that David had suffered too until their child came back into his life as a teenager.

The door opened and David gaped at his former wife standing there, completely and totally shocked.

"Anna.. What are you doing here?"

"I have to ask you something, David. And you'd better tell me the truth because I know you too well and I'll know if you're lying to me."

"What you mean is you already have an answer, you've been digging." David's stomach churned as he had a split second panic. He had a feeling he knew exactly where this particular conversation of theirs was heading.

And he was not going to enjoy it. A lot of old pain was about to come up. And the truth, when it came out, that might just be the thing that cost him a fragile reconciliation with his wife Krystal. Because she didn't even know the extent of David Hayward's deepest secret.

She'd only met Leora a hand full of times. David managed to keep Leora hidden from anyone and everyone who might pry, leaving town for a while to raise her elsewhere.. Putting her in exclusive and good boarding schools during the school year. When she did come home for holidays, she tended to keep to herself or stick close to family and whenever anyone asked, he explained that her mother died when she'd been born and that she'd been a fling and he'd been Leora's only living relative. It helped that officially, on all the documents David had for their daughter, Leora's given name was Ruby.

But apparently, his luck was running out because Anna was here now and she was angry and pacing and ranting at him about what he'd done and all he could do was stand there and let everything come crashing down.

In a way, having the truth be out was freeing.

In other ways, David felt like an actual piece of fucking scum. And in hindsight, his entire reasoning for keeping Anna from their daughter made no actual sense.

It was happening and David didn't try to stop it. Maybe it was time Anna got to be close to their daughter.

He should have done it years ago. He should have gone to her as soon as he knew for sure that Leora was who she claimed to be and she was alive and well. He should have tried to fix things instead of being so centered on revenge and anger, hatred for the hasty decision that Anna made without consulting him.

"She's living in Benson Hurst." David's words stopped Anna mid sentence and she just stared at him, stunned, as her face drained of all color and before she could say anything, she reached out and she slapped him in the face hard enough to turn his face to one side on impact.

"You bloody bastard."

"Anna.."

"Nothing you can say will ever fix this, David! Know that."

Without another word, she turned to walk out the door but David stopped her and shoved years and years of photo albums in her arms. And what he said when he finally opened his mouth again really shocked her because it was not something she expected David to say.

"She calls at least twice a week to check in.. When I talk to her this time, I'll make her come home for a weekend.. And I'll tell her everything.. I swear I will… Just.. Let me have that, please?"

"Not on your miserable life, David Hayward." Anna's eyes were cold, so much colder than he'd ever seen them and she turned stiffly on her heels and walked down to a waiting car.

Once Anna was inside her rental car, she completely broke down.

She must have sat in the diner in town for at least an hour, poring through the albums, living years she'd been denied with her daughter through pictures and letters that their daughter wrote home to David while she was away at boarding schools all over the world.

It sickened her that David could even begin to think his doing this was ever going to be forgiven or forgotten.

She sighed quietly and she took out her phone, texting Griffin and then, she called Robin.

"Mom?"

"We need to talk."

"What's going on? Did you find who you were looking for?"

"I found one of them yes.. Robin, it's about your sister Leora.. She's not.. Dead. David lied and he kept her from us after she sought him out as a teenager."

"Mom? What are you saying right now?"

"I'm saying that Leora is alive. And according to that snake in the grass who donated sperm, she's living in Benson Hurst. And she's working at the hospital there as an intern."

"Mom.. If what you're saying is true.."

"She doesn't go by Leora. That witch who kidnapped her in the first place liked the middle name we gave her, so she made your sister's middle name her first name on all the documents she had forged when she illegally adopted her."

"Does Leora know?"

"David's been lying to her so what do you think?"

"Are you going to meet her?"

"You bet your ass I will. I'm going to make sure she knows the truth. And then I have to continue my search for your half brother.. Everything Robert and I have found is leading us back to Port Charles it seems, so we'll talk about everything in a few hours when I'm back home again.."

"Hey stud.. I'm back." Leora spoke softly to the comatose man lying in bed as she pushed the door open and started to adjust the lighting so that she could see his charts and any new notes that the nurse from the previous shift might have made. She was just glancing at the chart when she could have sworn she heard this quiet.. Groan.

She put it out of her head. This hospital was old and practically falling apart for the most part. It made noises all the time. She'd just changed out his drips and she turned her back to reach something when she heard it again.

But like the last time, when she turned and looked at John Doe, the unknown coma patient lying in the hospital bed, not a sign he'd been the one to make the noise. But it was noted on his chart that the previous nurse thought she heard the same thing.

Rather than do her thing and get out like she usually did, Leora felt compelled to sit down. Sometimes she did this. It didn't sit right with her that this guy was going through this alone.. No one ever came to visit him.

So now and then, she'd sit with him for a few hours.

"They're takin you off the machines Friday, John.. And I hope like hell everything's okay.. and you wake up. Your family has to miss you, I mean.. It's been two years."

She paused because she could have sworn that she heard it again, the quiet groan.. Almost like a whisper.. And she blinked because she could've sworn that when she leaned in to brush hair out of his face like she did on occasion when she sat with him like this, she saw him make this movement.. With his foot.

"Ya know, John.. I bet the girls fall all over you when you're outta here. We really, really love a man with good scars.. and stubble." she completed the movement she'd been about to make, brushing jet black hair out of his face and sort of just.. Lingering over him for a few seconds.

"I'm going to miss these little visits. I've been able to tell you things that I've never told anyone and.. this is going to sound horribly pathetic, John but seeing you during my afternoon rounds has been a highlight of so many days.. I just always feel more comfortable in here.. With you.. I know it'd be different if you weren't in a coma.. I'm not.. nearly as brave as you might think.." she shook her head and laughed at herself, muttered quietly, "What the fuck even am I doing.. he probably cannot hear a thing I'm saying." before a brief pause to brush her bangs back away from her eyes. She sighed quietly and then she continued, "Anyway, I just wanted to say that.. In case things go good for you and you're finally on your way to recovery when the machines come out.. My name is Leora."

She stood, smoothed the cover back down on the bed and she made her way out of the room, turning off the light overhead as she went.

And lying there, in the darkness, Morgan's eyes fluttered open and he groaned out loud when he went to sit and every part of his body felt so fucking stiff..

Sometime around midnight the third shift nurse walked into the room to check on him and change his drip for the hour and she almost fainted when she caught sight of him, trying to get out of bed .

By the time the doctors and nurses all got done poking and prodding at him, all he wanted was the quiet back. When it finally returned, he lie there, trying to remember who he was and how he'd gotten here in the first place but nothing was coming.

When that got to be a pain in the ass, he found himself trying to picture the way that one nurse Leora actually looked in person.. Because she had this soft and soothing voice. And when she'd said everything she had earlier, he'd actually been starting to awaken.. And he tried so hard to give her some kind of indication that he was, but she hadn't seemed to notice.

Everything she'd ever told him was stored in his mind though..Now he just desperately wanted a face to go with her voice and her name… It'd be nice if he could remember his own name too.. But according to the doctor, with his case, he was lucky to even be alive right now without any serious damage.. The amnesia would hopefully correct itself in time.

In the meantime, now that he was finally awake, there was one thing he fully intended to do.. He was going to meet Leora, face to face.. Because you don't just hear the same soft and soothing voice over and over for two years and not feel some kind of connection to that voice.. In some ways, given that she'd been the only nurse who really talked to him at all, her voice was what kept him tethered to reality and kept him from just.. Slipping out quietly.

There was just something about it.

He got this feeling that if they'd met while he was awake and copacetic, he definitely could have enjoyed getting to know her.

… and now, I'll have that chance… I'll just have to ask the nurse in the morning what her full name is and stuff.. Morgan thought to himself as he settled back into the uncomfortable hospital bed and flipped through shitty late night / early morning infomercials.