Welcome to my newest fan fiction! This story begins in present time and will continue in the future of General Hospital. For those who may have ready my other story GH: Second Generation, please know that this is completely unrelated and a new realm of General Hospital. I hope that you enjoy and please know that reviews are like candy: not overly healthy but so sweet and wonderful!

October 2009-

"I heard that you'd gotten out of the hospital."

Lulu paused in lifting the beer to her lips. She knew without turning around who the voice belonged to. It wasn't a voice she'd soon forget.

"Yes, I was deemed 'healthy,'" she said dully, taking a sip.

He moved closer, took a seat next to her at the bar. "Uh that's good. I was going to stop by but you always seemed to have visitors."

Lulu smirked, took another sip. "Yeah, tons of company. My family was deathly afraid that I was going to be smothered in the night or something."

"But your okay?"

Lulu was prepared to throw out another snarky comment but his words deflected her. She closed her eyes, set her beer down with a thump. She turned to face him, saw him watching her face. "What do you want, Johnny?"

He frowned, motioned to Coleman for whatever Lulu was drinking. He held his hands up in a peaceful motion. "I was just worried about you. After all it was my house that you fell through. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, see if there was anything I could do for you."

She frowned, swallowed a jeer. "Well don't. I'm fine—obviously," she ran a hand down her arm. "I have all my fingers and toes. I didn't die of hypothermia. I'm good. You can stop playing the white knight. Go back to Olivia. We're through, remember?" She slapped a ten down on the table, flicked a hand at Coleman and strode outside.

Johnny dropped a twenty on Lulu's ten-fold and strode after her. "Lulu! Wait!"

She stopped just outside the door, hugging her arms around her body to ward off the cold. Why the hell couldn't she ever remember to bring a jacket?

"What?"

He stopped in front of her, swearing when he saw her shaking from the cold. "Where's your coat?" He tugged his own overcoat off and despite her protests, laid it over her shoulders.

"I'm fine. What do you need Johnny?" She shifted, moving to step around him. But he stopped her, placing his hands against the wall to block her.

He leaned in closer, until her hair brushed at his cheek. "I need you."

Her eyes widened any words she could have said stuck in her throat. She managed to push him away, but he held strong. "Johnny, what—I mean, what the hell are you talking about? We're over; we are supposed to be over. You're with Olivia and I—I'm alone. But that's okay. We are over."

He shook his head, his eyes having gone dark. She'd seen that look before, the first time he'd made love to her on the Haunted Star. "You know that we aren't. You know it. We have something, Lulu. Something strong. Nothing and no one can change that." He leaned closer, capturing her lips with his, cutting off anything she could have said.

She tried to fight it, knew that she needed to stop it. But there was some part of her that wanted it, that wanted him. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to sink into the kiss, even though she knew that it was wrong.

He broke the kiss, leaned his forehead against hers. "We are not over. That proves that we aren't over."

Lulu closed her eyes, not sure what to say. "It has to be," she whispered. "We can't have anything."

"Come home with me, Lulu. Just tonight. Only tonight," Johnny whispered, lowering his head to look at her face.

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She allowed herself to be led down the street toward Johnny's apartment.

"Only tonight," she echoed. And told herself that she would not think about tomorrow or anything else. Tonight was for her and Johnny.

* * * * *

They made it to the apartment in minutes. Taking her hand, he led her into the elevator. When the door closed, he locked her against the wall, capturing her mouth again.

Then the door opened, he pulled her down the hall. They were pulling at each other's clothes even before he'd finished opening the door. He yanked her against him, feeding off her. She fell against the door as it closed.

Lulu fought with his shirt, throwing a shower of buttons on the floor as she pulled it off. She willingly let him slip her shirt over her head. Passion surrounded them as finally, they were skin on skin.

Johnny brushed her hair away, brushing kisses down her neck. Then he moved lower, capturing her breast in his mouth.

She moaned, thinking briefly how so very wrong this was, but she knew that she couldn't stop the inevitable. "Johnny…" she breathed, unable to say anymore. She fumbled with his belt, yanking it and his jeans off quickly, even as he pulled her pants down her slim body.

Then he pushed her against the door, holding her with his body. Lifting his head to stare in her eyes, he saw the passion clouding them, knowing that she wouldn't trust him again easily.

Lulu blinked, knowing that no matter what happened between them in the moment, they had no real future. But then she remembered what she'd said earlier.

"Only tonight," she breathed, even as he plunged inside her. She closed her eyes, as they teetered toward that proverbial cliff. Then together, as one, they fell until there was nothing more.

Remember to review, please. Let me know if you want me to continue. I think that Lulu will be fun to write about especially I didn't actually include much about her in my other story. Thanks for reading!