My take on Rebecca's truth.

When: The story starts at Helena's most recent comeback, on the episode of 4 13 09.

What: Emily was in fact murdered by Diego, but Nikolas still believes that he is guilty; he does not remember exactly due to his blackouts. Rebecca never came to town with the purpose to con the Quartermaines, and she is in no way affiliated with Ethan. Nikolas is not only a Prince but an architect, the one who had the new GH designed and built.

Who: Nikolas and Emily/Rebecca primarily, with some JaSam, LnL2, CarJax, Lunacy, possibly some SEm/RebSon and more as the story develops. All characters are involved. This story is not mob centric.

Rated M for future adult themes and language. I do not own General Hospital or any of its characters!

Port Charles General Hospital's ninth floor basked in absolute darkness. The new, modernized digital clock upon the wall indicated a few minutes past midnight; ironically, the witching hour.

The spotless floor had yet to be walked upon, glistening in the faint traces of moonlight that crept in by a few windows of the building. The smell of the fresh, white paint had finally totally made itself imperceptible. A few, brand new stretchers laid about the nearby halls, as a couple food trays on wheels were neatly placed along the bare walls. The undoubtedly latest computers had been programmed and connected to the hospital's system. A wide, red ribbon was wrapped around the nurses' station, waiting to be cut in half the following morning.

After the explosion and raging fire that had destroyed a good part of the building a month earlier, General Hospital was finally opening its doors to reveal new quarters, a refreshed look and design, updated equipment, and of course, many new employees and staff.

One could have heard the buzz of a fly at such a late hour. The subtle lighting of the digits above one of the elevators' doors was immediately followed by a soft chime, and the heavy doors slid open, allowing a yellow glow to spread across the floor.

The weightless, but grave sound of a heel was heard, and shiny, violet stilettos made their entrance. The woman engaged herself into the deserted room, her willowy figure drawing eerie shadows upon the dull flooring and walls. Her platinum hair glistened in dim light, as did the many jewels she was sporting. Slowly, she made her way towards the nurses' station, and with the greatest ease of her skeleton like fingers, tore the ribbon in two to finally step inside the large booth.

Standing in front of one of the computer screens, the old woman let her hand lightly caress over the latter. Switching on the machine, she typed down a few keys, a twisted smirk painted upon her hollow face. Her dark eyes slowly looked up and the woman took in her surroundings. She had missed this place. She had missed it oh so much. And she loved its new look, as a matter of fact.

And now she was finally back to wreck havoc. Helena Cassadine let out a laugh that foreshadowed nothing but pure evil.