Author's Note: I LOVE Guiding Light and started to watch with my Grandmother in 1992, when I was 12. Blake and Ross were just starting out their story together and I fell in love with BLOSS. I've often thought about what could or would happen to these two back when I was sitting in my Algebra class and supposed to be taking notes!

This fic takes off in an alternate reality in 1992 after the "Victims of the Blackout" Benefit Ball (the night before Blake and Ross were caught by Holly). This will be a Ross and Blake love story, taking a different turn from what actually happened during Ross's Senate Campaign. Some Ed, Maureen, Michelle, Lillian, Roger, and Holly thrown in for good measure. And maybe a few special appearances by some old characters from the past (1970's).

***Late July, 1992***

Chapter 1

The screaming sirens from the ambulance pulling up to the doors of the ER at Cedars Hospital tore through the calming silence of a typical midnight shift at Springfield's only hospital. Lillian Raines dashed to the door to help the paramedics transport their patient to a curtained area just off the main waiting room.

"25 year old female, car accident, laceration on the face, but no other signs of trauma. She may have hit her head on the dash. Victim was may have been unconscious for a short period of time at the scene, but was coherent on the ride over." The paramedic spoke dispassionately as he wheeled the patient into the ER. He doubted this patient had a true need for medical attention, but as the passenger in a minor car accident involving the state's Senator, he wasn't taking any chances by releasing at the scene without ER treatment.

"Second victim, the driver, is on his way in an ambo behind me. No apparent trauma, but the good folks at Springfield PD want him checked out…just to be sure."

"Blake!" exclaimed Lillian, as she looked down to her patient after taking her pulse. "What happened?"

Blake Thorpe turned her head to the bubbly middle age nurse that her stepfather seemed so fond of. "Car accident. Not so bad, we just hit a car that stopped short in front of us. It just happened so suddenly, bashed my face on the dashboard. Leo should hire a car service. I don't think he's used to driving himself, spending all that time in DC. Or maybe it was the champagne at the fundraiser ball," Blake gave a throaty laugh, rolled her eye up and smirked. "What are you doing here? I thought I saw you at Towers earlier this evening?"

Lillian made a mental note to run some blood work on Leo Flynn, when he came in, then answered, "I had a midnight shift, covering for one of the nurses who went to the fundraiser with her new boyfriend. I left the ball a couple of hours ago."

"Oh," Blake responded. "Yeah, the crowd was thinning out a bit by the time we left."

"How are you feeling? We'll get the plastic surgeon down to stich up the cut on your face, so it doesn't scar. Are you in any pain?"

Blake was sure that Lillian's agreeable attitude towards her was a testament to her nurses training and not because she was actually cared one whit about Blake. As the person who kept secret information concerning Lillian's not so dead daughter's return, Blake was sure Lillian downright despised her.

"I'm fine, just a little headache." Blake gestured to her temple, where the barely noticeable cut was bandaged.

"OK. Let's get your vitals taken and I'll just draw some blood for the lab."

"Bloodwork? Why?" Blake asked.

"Just standard procedure when you come into the ER. Nothing to worry about." Lillian proceeded to take Blake's temperature, blood pressure, and drew two vials of blood. "Okay dear, all done. You just lay back and get some rest. Dr. Young will be down in a moment to get you stitched up and you can be on your way home. Did you want me to call Holly to come get you?"

"Um, yeah, if you could. Though I'm not sure she'll be all that excited to come get me. I was kind of a bitch to her at Towers tonight." Blake bit her lip and tried to give Lillian a small smile to take the edge off the awkwardness of her last statement.

Lillian nodded and closed the curtain around Blake's bed. She looked up and saw the second ambulance bringing in Senator Leo Flynn through the doors. Leo was not Lillian's favorite person in the world, given that he tried to railroad her son-in-law Phillip for the murder of Neil Everest.

She'd be more than happy to take Leo's blood work and make sure that they tested his blood alcohol level. Somehow, she thought Blake's offhand mention of the champagne tonight at the ball was not just for conversation.

Even knowing Blake's tendency for scheming, she gladly give in to the girl's manipulation, this time, if it meant a scandal for Leo Flynn's senate campaign. Lillian did pause to wonder why Blake would want Leo to be taken down, given her father's endorsement of the man and hatred for Leo's competitor, Ross Marler.

Shrugging, she proceeded to bring Leo into a private exam room and began taking his vitals.

To Be Continued...