Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. If I did, boy would I be doing better things with them.

Title: Heroes in Bad Boy Clothing

Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations

Genre: Romance, Drama

Verse: General Hospital

Category: Jason/Robin/Sonny Triangle

Summary: This takes place after Sonny throws Claudia her surprise birthday. Robin shows up at his house and they find themselves in a compromising position. How will Patrick, Jason, and the rest of Port Charles deal with it?

Thanks to: Juliette, she inspired me to write this and may be writing a similar fic to this plot, please please. Juliette helped me make this fic to the best it could be, she was with me through the entire process and made it so much fun. We would be on the phone through late hours of the night talking about how it should play out and what was necessary and realistic, and I owe a lot of this story to her. Thank you so much! *blows kisses* You're the best, you know that!

Warning: Please read before judging. I know some of you view Sonny as a "brother" figure, but I tried to write this as realistically as possible, and I think I remained true to the characters. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you so much.

Chapter 1

Robin felt the guilt creep up on her. The words Patrick had said to her a few days ago stung her as she undressed, hearing Patrick baby-talk Emma in the next room. She changed into more comfortable clothing, rethinking her relationship with Sonny. Had he burned any bridges with her as Patrick had suggested?

She thought about how scared and alone he must be feeling right now. She was so tired of the violence that had surrounded her life and yet a part of her hadn't felt any real fear when Claudia had pulled out the gun and taken Carly into the elevator. She was used to it, accustomed to it. Maybe…she was good at it.

She wondered how Sonny was, how he was doing. She wasn't a teenager anymore needing his protection. She was a woman, a doctor, a scientist who could take care of herself. Her husband was apparently more capable than she was and as disgusted as she felt with Sonny's life and the constant inability to change his ways, Patrick's words had made her re-evaluate what she had said and her own harsh judgment of her lifelong friend. She hadn't quite meant her words in the way they had come out.

Her daddy issues and his choices to abandon her for the dangerous thrills in his life had tainted her views on the darker side of adventure.

She stepped out of the bedroom after changing her clothes and combing her hair.

"Patrick?" she called out softly.

"Shhh! I just got her to sleep!"

"I'll be back later, I need a walk."

"I don't want you walking alone in the dark," he said coming out of Emma's room.

She stepped over to him, reaching up on her tip-toes and kissing him on the lips.

"I'll be safe, I promise. I have my cell. I love you."

She headed for the door and she could feel his eyes burning a hole through the back of her skull.

"Careful," he warned after her.

She walked. She walked the dark streets wondering about the choices she'd made as she made her way unconsciously to the house of the man she'd missed so much. She'd seen him many times since she'd come back to Port Charles four years ago. But she ached to feel him inside her heart the way he used to be, the way he used to comfort her. After Stone died, when Jason was the love of her life, through all of that, he was there.

"Robin?"

He could still take her breath away.

"Jason," she whispered.

He stepped off the opposite side of the street, not bothering to look for oncoming traffic, and walked up to her.

His blue eyes radiated with concern. "Are you okay? You look like you have a lot on your mind."

She wanted to confide in him, more than anyone else. She smiled up at him and felt her strength being re-established piece by piece.

"I've just been thinking about my life. What I've lost and what I have now. It's hard to know what I should and shouldn't miss. You know?"

He nodded. He actually did understand. He remembered when he first met her, when he had a clean slate and she'd told him that ten years from then things would be different and at that point he couldn't conceive of ten years. Now the years had slipped away from him and he'd lost her. He couldn't allow himself to think about the past very much, when love was pure and strong…with her.

"Yeah, I do. But I try not to regret what I had even if I don't have it anymore."

She seemed to be looking for wisdom so he continued.

"I don't know if I believe in luck but I sure feel lucky sometimes when I think about the past."

"Do you feel like you had to make sacrifices?"

He nodded. "Yes, all the time. Every day I do. But usually it's worth it. Usually. Why, do you regret the sacrifices you've made for Patrick?"

Robin smiled and shook her head. "No, never. I guess I'm just a little nostalgic tonight. And running into you, I can definitely get a little nostalgic."

He smiled a little and looked to his right. "Yeah, too bad they tore down the bridge."

Her eyes glowed in the night, so thrilled that he said that, and almost without her control, her hand reached up to touch his face. He caught it and enveloped it within his much larger hand.

"Your hand is cold," he said, but she didn't feel cold at all. "You need me to walk you home?"

"No, thank you," she said softly. "I'm going to walk just a little more. I'm fine."

"I know," he replied.

He let her hand go slowly and they parted without being sure what had just transcended between them.

XxX

Robin's thoughts were slightly blurry as she continued walking towards the path of Sonny's house. She wasn't sure what she was hoping to achieve but she needed to check on him, to see if he was okay and prove what Patrick had said wrong. She stepped up, knocking on the front door. Max let her in, guiding her into the great room.

She saw him sitting on the couch, his face in his hands. She slowly walked over, carefully approaching him. She reached out and touched his hand, realizing immediately that it was a mistake when he grabbed it, stood up and yanked her forward.

"Sonny, it's me!" she cried out seeing the wild, angry eyes that he had when he wanted to threaten someone.

He paused, afraid, angry, and vengeful.

"It's just me," she said again, a little slower this time, coming towards him. She wanted to try something she used to do, so she embraced him gently. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

He loosened his grip on her hand and waited before putting his arm around her back.

"S'okay sweetheart," he said back. "Didn't mean to frighten you."

"You don't," she assured him. "How are you?"

"Terrible," he said, walking past her to the scotch. "Claudia's dead, Carly had her daughter, and my own daughter's scared of me because she saw me at the party."

He held up the scotch.

"Want some?"

She thought about it for a minute, realizing that he hadn't ever asked that of her before.

"Sure," she said, realizing she could use something to relax her nerves.

"That's a first," he said, and she could swear that he sounded a little lighter.

She grinned a little.

"Did you think I'd stay seventeen forever?"

"No no," he replied. "You're a mother. And a doctor. You're stunning, sweetheart. I'm proud of you. I mean Stone, Lily, Lila, everyone, everyone's happy if you're happy."

He handed her a glass.

"I want you to be happy," she said. "And Jason."

"Happy, I don't know. I didn't choose a life of happiness. I chose a life of power."

"I don't believe that," she replied. "My parents were happy and they chose a dangerous life. You could be happy too."

She took a sip of her drink and sat down.

"You seem lost, Sonny. And I don't know if I can help, but I'm here for you. I'm not Jason, but I'm here."

He came over, sitting down beside her.

"You think you're anything less? You're…you're like sunshine."

"Maybe I was a long time ago. And honestly, for a minute I felt you went too far with Claudia and I judged you. I don't know, maybe I still do, but I will never not be on your side."

"I judge me too, it's okay."

"I've taken bullets for you, Sonny, and I still would, but when you inflict cruelty, it reminds me of the pain I've endured myself and that's when my own judgment kicks in. And it's still wrong. But sometimes I can't see past my own pain."

He leaned in, propping his elbow up and resting his chin in his hand.

"I lost my son for a year and you lost your parents for practically the rest of your life. It's understandable you'd be judgmental, but I feel no remorse for the party. She shot him. Imagine if someone shot your daughter."

She realized that if anyone touched her daughter, she'd want them dead too, but she hated thinking of herself that way.

"I know," she whispered.

"You used to support me," he noted. "I never said I was a good man. But I will always protect you. I don't care what you need, you or your daughter or Patrick."

"Thank you, I know. And I do support you, I just don't want to lose us, lose what we meant to each other. I want you to have your soul, your self-worth."

"I have nothing right now," he said, downing his scotch.

"What am I?" she snapped.

He looked back at her, his throat hot from the alcohol. He looked at the frustrated woman on his couch. She looked different than the young woman he knew fifteen years ago and he knew he shouldn't be thinking the emerging thoughts crawling out of the forbidden places in his mind.

"Robin," he said, pouring another glass and looking away.

"Do you have any idea what it's like for me to be here and have you say that? I lost Stone and Jason and as Patrick pointed out, I could've almost ruined what I have with you. Let me in, Sonny. Let me help you. Let me be a piece of the salvation like I used to be."

He bit down hard as the scotch burned his mouth.

"Salvation?" he laughed as he looked at her.

She sat up and put her hand over his on the glass.

"Stop," she said. "I mean it. Claudia's gone, it's all over. You can repair your relationship with Kristina and start your life over. You have Jason, you have me, you have Michael. It's going to be alright."

He pushed a lock of hair behind her shoulders, brushing his hand along her soft cheek.

"Leave, Robin."

"Sonny, did it ever occur to you that I need your help too?"

"Do you know what kind of help I offer?" he shouted, grabbing her face and drawing her mouth to his.

She could've fought it. She could've pushed him off of her and yelled at him, telling him that their relationship had never been like this. She could've told him that she'd always loved the two men that had been like brothers to him and that he was beyond inappropriate…but she didn't. At first she was frozen with her hands loose in the air, but then they landed on his shoulders, and they pushed his jacket off, massaging his shoulders.

He was the one to pull back first.

"No," he said, refusing. "You're married. I can't take what's another man's."

"Of course you can," she said, shocking the hell out of herself. "You've done it before."

Did she actually just say that? She must've, because it worked. He paused briefly and then swept his hands beneath her thighs, pulling her over him, making her straddle his waist. She felt drunk. It had never taken that much to affect her. She laughed lightly, looking down at him as her mouth descended over his.

She was the seductress, infecting him with her desire. She no longer needed to be rescued, but instead found something to hold onto, something to keep herself from thinking. As his hands pushed her clothes from her body, the reasons she wanted to keep from thinking faded from her mind. He flipped her over so she was beneath him and he pushed her head back, raining kisses upon her neck.

"Lower," she pleaded, urging his head lower with her hands as he pulled the cup of her bra down and took her nipple into his mouth.

Her knees rose unintentionally, guiding him between her legs, warm and safe there as the thick desire began to surge between them both.

She pulled at the buttons of his shirt, curling her fingers and tracing red marks along his torso while gliding her tongue along his throat. Too quickly to even be fidgeting, pants were removed and she was left in a stretched out bra. Sonny captured her mouth, stroking his tongue against her own.

He reached down and touched her, feeling her damp beneath her panties. She lifted her leg up around his waist.

"Are you sure?" he asked her, pulling back.

She looked at him, realizing it'd been awhile since she'd been in this position, and even with that in mind, she still didn't have a great deal of experience with it anyhow.

"I think that's a question you have to ask yourself. You have to ask yourself if this is worth the risk."

Sonny nodded and reached down between the couch and the table for his pants, pulling out a condom. Robin nearly rolled her eyes as she waited for him to get it out. Why did guys always have one on hand? It almost ruined the mood. It was a good thing he did, but it was like she could've been anyone. 'Course she was on birth control, maybe she shouldn't complain.

"I was married, Robin," he said, as if answering her thoughts.

"That supposed to make me feel better?" she whispered, leaning up to kiss him as the rest of their clothes were shed and discarded.

"Tell me what would."

"Shut up."

He slipped inside her easily, harder than she was used to and it felt good. She gasped into his mouth, adjusting easily, raking her nails lightly against his back. His mouth swept against her cheek, down her neck and along her chest. It was rough, raw, but he held her the whole time, never letting go. He released himself inside her long before he came, using her to let go of his pain, his emotions.

He must've done this all the time and she wondered if she was any different than the rest.

When she turned her face away in ecstasy he turned it back, kissing her passionately and she understood the women who became addicted to this passion. She felt her own insides needing the release, needing his need, and she felt his pain diminishing in the act.

She wanted more, she needed him to know she was his Robin, his best friend, so much more than just another whore to him on the side.

"S-Sonny," she whispered as he plunged deep inside her.

He kissed her and she felt him. It was so intense to her, it was hard to concentrate.

"I need to know you see me," she cried out.

He cupped her face, straining to pause though this was really not the place to do that. She struggled with what to say in this moment.

"Robin, seeing you is easy. No one will ever hurt you."

"We'll be okay, right?" she asked with slight fear in her voice.

He understood, but he knew he would take care of her. She would always be his to take care of.

"Always."

She caressed his face with one hand and lifted her body up to meet his, finishing and crying out when it was over.

~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~