Author's Note: Spixie story! Yay! Apparently I need to mention this, but since it's fanfic and hardly a place I consider real writing - I do this for fun - I will say that the title of the story came from a song I heard Scarlett Johansson sing in He's Just Not That Into You and the title of this chapter is a lyric from the Pussycat Dolls "I hate this part", I got neither from the 1990's muscian Jeff Buckley (so whoever wrote that review saying otherwise, this is where I got it). I do not own these characters or their original backstories, I thought that was basic knowledge in reading fanfic, but I guess not. You will find that many of the chapters have titles from instrumental works, I don't typically mention it in the AN because I just like to post and get it out there, not write pep talks. If I need to cite something I will and usually do if I find it important enough. If I fail to it's because it's FANFIC, meant to enjoy, read and have fun. Don't be so critical. If you have a problem with this, take it up in a message to me. Thank you.
Last Goodbye
Chapter 1
"I hate to feel the love between us die."
It was a warm summer night on this Fourth of July that neither of one of them would ever forget. Damian Spinelli and Maxie Jones who just last year seemed to be inseparable were now very much separated. A week would mark the yearly anniversary of the first night they had ever been together as in given each other their heart, body and soul. While she had called it a one-night stand, he had referred to it as a late afternoon of passion. Whatever that evening had meant to them or that evening that occurred almost six months later, would remain unanswered for the next six years of their lives. In six years they would cross paths again and be reminded of the words they never spoke now, in present time as they stared at each other in the park listening to the fireworks above them.
"Maxie?" Robin called her name at precisely the same time Winifred called his.
They quickly glanced away from each other successfully deceiving the people they turned to of the pain erupting in their hearts. Nothing had been the same since the hospital of 45 years came to an explosive end by a toxin that poisoned not only the people that breathed it, but them as well.
"Jackal," the pony tailed, but short girl sweetly called him with a huge smile as her hand molded in his, "You were right, Washington has officially confirmed it now. My boss was working with Equinox."
Robin playfully motioned one of her daughter's toys in front of Maxie before uttering to her cousin who broke from her trance, "Can you grab Emma's bottle from the bag?" The doctor pleasantly smiled for the first time in months, having obviously received treatment for her PPD.
It was a kiss, a hug and yet the saying "a kiss is just a kiss" or perhaps "a hug is just a hug" had no relevance to their story. Maxie had kissed another man and Spinelli had hugged another woman. Trivial emotions to many, but to them, were by far a joking matter. She couldn't explain her moment of weakness just like he couldn't explain why at the moment he rose from the rubble why Maxie wasn't the first to have his burnt arms around her. They were emotions that couldn't be forgiven or forgotten as each one came to spend more time with Johnny Zacchara and Winifred Leeds rather than one another. Barbeque chips and nectar of the gods were reserved for Winifred on Friday nights while a beer and a round of pool was reserved for Johnny. Before they knew it, the last year seemed to be something of years ago, memories that two former lovers of old age reminisced over. She worked at the magazine and he adjusted to a new line of work, the FBI. When they saw each other it was strictly business. He responded like a dispatcher to a broken computer or a package on it's wrong route and she, well, she could never help him with his work, but she always made a point in wising he be careful.
"Yeah," Maxie nodded motioning to the zipper of the bag and pulling out a bottle, "Here you go."
"Of course the jackal was right," he gave her that charming smile she adored, "It's about time the federal ones figured out they had a rat amongst them, but the Jackal can't take all the credit. The Priestess had her own convictions as well."
"Thanks," Robin took the bottle from Maxie and as she fed it to Emma she thoughtfully made it her job to point out a detail she knew Maxie was trying hard not to stare at, "Looks like Spinelli and Winifred are getting close."
Winifred playfully leaned against Spinelli as his arms wrapped around her waist, "I know Mr. Jackal, but I wouldn't have acted on my theories if it weren't for the Jackal's persistence."
"And your point Robin?" Maxie said after wandering her eyes away from the two geeks preparing to kiss each other.
His smile froze as the 007 theme to Winifred's phone rang, "Aww…An unfortunate interruption by the federal ones," he said knowing enough about her now that the ring tone was set to her coworkers' in D.C.
In every awkward silence, bitter argument and lack of ability to understand each others actions, they drew further apart which drove Robin Scorpio, whom was like a sister to Maxie, and Jason Morgan, who was like a brother to Spinelli, to a broken heart at young love going unnoticed by two people who deserved happiness more than anyone.
"You should say hi to him Maxie," Robin looked up from Emma with an insistent nod, "Look Winifred is leaving, this is your chance."
But before she could even consider or gather the courage to do so, someone else had approached Spinelli.
"Stone Cold," Spinelli smiled at his mentor that he hadn't talked to in ages since he moved out of the apartment.
"Agent Jackal," Jason grinned knowing the hacker belonged in his current line of work more than he ever did with him.
"Stone Cold," Spinelli blushed finding Jason's words a little too modest for him.
Jason chuckled, "You're doing okay?"
"Oh ya," Spinelli assured, "The Jackal found a nice humble abode and is enjoying his new employment."
"That's good, but you know I wasn't asking about that per say."
"The Jackal does not know what his former master is talking about."
"Really?" Jason tipped his head to the direction the Scorpio girls were in.
"They're talking about us," Robin teasingly smiled.
"Whatever!" Maxie looked up at her playfully annoyed, "I don't know why you have that look on your face, I thought you and Jason were over a long time ago, does Patrick know you still get all excited inside when you see him?"
"Does Spinelli know that you do?" Robin threw back the innocent threat where Maxie's mouth seemed to shutdown all together.
"Spinelli," Jason leaned in looking at him in the eyes, "Talk to her."
"Talk to who?" Winifred asked walking up to them.
Jason silently sighed in annoyance, "Talk to Sam about taking that couch out of my living room."
"Couch?" Winifred looked at Spinelli with confusion, "Why would you want his couch?"
Spinelli smirked, "Oh, for no particular reason except it's the most comfortable piece of furniture that Jackal has ever…slept on."
"Even more than a bed?" Winifred asked like it didn't make sense.
"Even more than a bed," Spinelli insisted, "I'll call Sam about moving it into my apartment.
"Okay," Jason nodded before looking down at his watch, "Well I have to go pick up some Chinese food for Sam and I but I will tell her to expect your call."
Spinelli smiled at Jason and then looked away from him as he walked passed Robin, Emma and Maxie sitting on a blanket.
"So Priestess," Spinelli turned to her, "What do you say to joining the Jackal to a little one on one saga of Stone Cold?"
"Kismet," she softly smiled before wrapping her arm around him and leaving the grassy area in the opposite direction of Maxie.
Jason shrugged his shoulders mouthing 'I tried' to Robin and she nodded before looking back down at Maxie, "Are you going to tell him or are you going to let this childish act you two having been putting on for the past couple months be your last goodbye?"
Maxie gritted her teeth not wanting to hear this nonsense anymore, "Robin where's Patrick?"
"Maxie!" Robin laughed at her, "Don't change the subject!"
"Robin," Maxie playfully threw back, but had nothing more to say at her peppy glare.
"Maxie I'm just saying you should think about it because I have resources."
"What resources?" Maxi looked at her in amusement of hearing the words.
"Okay, just Mac," Robin giggled, "But he's told me that the FBI are finally clearing out of here which means Spinelli might be leaving with them."
"And leave the holier than saint Lulu Spencer behind? I doubt that," Maxie glanced down at Emma playing with the little baby's favorite toy.
"It's just a rumor I heard."
"Now it's a rumor? You made it sound like it was a spoiler like you heard the words coming out of Mac's mouth," Maxie amusingly looked at her.
"Okay," Robin annoyingly nodded, "It's a spumor."
"Which means we should just wait for it to happen."
"Yeah on our soap operas Maxie, but this is real life and if you don't tell him how you really feel then the two of you are always going to wonder what if."
"What if?"
"What if I had walked over to him and admitted I was only kissing and holding hands and pretending to be with Johnny Zacchara to make him jealous because that's how you feel every time you see him and Winnie together."
"Robin," she groaned, "I…I…" She stuttered until her eyes noticed the grey clouds hanging over the area, "I think it's going to rain" and on cue the thundering sounded and a few raindrops came falling down.
"Crappers!" Robin annoyingly looked over at Emma, "Guess we better going before it down pours." She looked up at Maxie who was already putting away Emma's things, "Someone's in a rush."
"No!" Maxie innocently looked at her, "I just don't want to have to wash my hair again."
Robin amusingly looked away from her to the carrier where she strapped Emma in and then slowly kneed up from the blanket.
"I've got it," Maxie said setting her purse near the basket and Emma's bag.
Robin bent down to the ground anyway and picked up the blanket, "I've got it too."
"I didn't mean like you couldn't get it."
"I know, but you can take a helping hand once in a while," Robin folded the blanket over to her and she took control of it.
"Robin," she honestly looked at her to just drop it.
"Alright," Robin softly uttered, "Come on let's get out of here."
They deserted their perfect picnic spot and walked to the car hoping they could leave before it started to really rain.
"Hey Maxie!" Robin looked up at her as she put Emma into her car seat, "Can you call the hospital and have Epiphany tell Patrick when he gets out of surgery not to meet us at the park?"
"Yeah!" Maxie closed the trunk and then ran around to the passenger door where as she opened it she realized that something was missing.
"Shoot," Robin heard her utter, "What?" She asked as she got into the car putting her seat belt on.
"I left my purse."
"Are you sure?" Robin looked in the back seat knowing Maxie had at first dropped the bag of Emma's things in the back seat.
"Well yeah," Maxie said leaning out of the passenger seat and opening the sidecar door. She climbed into the seat next to Emma and looked into the baby bag and then over to the picnic basket in the back.
"Yeah I have." She annoyingly uttered leaning away from the back, "It's okay," she looked up at Robin who motioned to the glove compartment, "You want to take an umbrella?"
"No it's okay," she climbed out of the seat.
"Are you sure?"
"Robin I'll be back before it starts raining cats and dogs and mash potatoes," she stubbornly interjected. Robin amusingly looked at her, "Mash potatoes?"
"It was in one of Emma's books, don't look at me like that! I'll be back in five," Maxie took off closing the door.
Robin glanced down at Emma, "Mash potatoes."
Emma giggled before slowly whining into a cry "I know it doesn't sound right to me either," Robin playfully pouted. "Just like Maxie's refusal to tell uncle Spinelli she loves him." Robin saw Emma's face scrunch up into a whimper, "Yeah it makes me want to cry to."
Maxie ran back into the deserted area to see no purse in the patch of green grass they had occupied for the past couple of hours. She cursed agitatedly at her favorite Prada bag, a bag that meant more to her for reasons that Robin, Mac or Lulu or even Kate couldn't understand.
"Looking for this?" He walked dark and handsomely from behind her.
A smile pierced her lips at the sound of his voice. Her eyes closed for a brief second as she felt him stop just inches from behind her. She hadn't been this close to him in what felt like forever.
"Yeah," she opened her eyes and turned to him, "Thanks." She said where as she took it from him his fingers brushed up against hers sending waves of electricity down her back.
"Your welcome Maximista," he slowly said to her with a frown of a smile touching his face.
The icicles frozen solid around her heart melted at the mention of her name, oh how she missed that, how she missed him.
They began to talk at the same time where they both nervously looked down at the ground giggling at the awkwardness that never used to occur with them.
"How's Robin?" Spinelli asked sliding his hands into his pockets.
For a moment she was speechless, but not because he didn't ask how she was doing, but because of the shirt he was wearing, the same blue shirt she had unbuttoned before they had sex in her apartment.
"She's doing okay," Maxie glanced up at him, "She's taking it one day at a time."
"That's good," he nodded like a man nods when the beauty in front of him mesmerizes him.
"Yeah," Maxie crossed her arms before sliding her hand into her back pocket, "Patrick is really relieved."
Spinelli smiled showing his happiness for her family, "He was pretty worried about her when everything went down at the hospital."
"Ye-ah."
Spinelli looked at her as if he was in a daze thinking back to the crisis that was the night from hell, "We had to keep telling him that our focus had to be the people in that hospital, saving them, that he wasn't the only person worried for his family."
Maxie read the underlining meaning of his words, Patrick was worried for his family, Spinelli was worried for his measuring to her and once again the guilt of that kiss came crashing down on her. She looked away from him, ashamed.
He didn't know if the reason she looked away from him was because she thought Winifred was his supposed family. He still didn't understand how a woman he only knew for a few days, a few weeks at the most, had torn her apart. He had to tell her.
"If we could keep it together so could he because we all had people outside that we were thinking about," he hoped in what was left of their little friendship that she would be able to see that she was the one who wouldn't leave his thoughts. She was the girl outside. She was the girl tormenting the insides of his heart that he needed to live for.
"Was I one those people?" She said glancing up at him knowing if he said yes they could get back what they lost, "Did you think about me?" She thought, which some how formed into a question out of her mouth. How she worked the courage to ask him, she didn't know, but all she knew was this fact. Winnie had been inside; inside for most of the crisis and she, Maxie had been outside the entire time.
His gaze turned into that of somber and confusion. There was disbelief that he couldn't verbally communicate through his dry lips of his slightly opened mouth. He wanted to tell her 'yes', but at the same time he wanted to question how she could possibly think he would concern himself with anyone else. The way she looked at him hanging onto his every emotion made him wonder what their relationship had perished to. How they stood in front of each other now strangers of who each other was and what they were feeling and where their lives had taken each other since their downfall.
The look in his eyes communicated on some level that he hated this. This part right here, this part of not knowing anything about her life and acting like their paths hadn't crossed one cold month in December when the death of Georgie brought their opposite souls together.
"Spinelli," she looked at him to stop staring at her in this teasing silence and answer her question.
"What!" He painfully shouted jerking his head to her where he wanted to ask her the one of many questions running through his mind, but the sudden rain that poured on them stormed him speechless.
She still didn't want that umbrella and her hair seemed like such a mute point as she lost herself in the bitter anger of his eyes.
"Why won't you answer my question!"
"Because I shouldn't have to!" He yelled over loud thunder strike of Zeus's wrath.
"What?" She nodded pretending she hadn't heard him, but she heard him loud and clear.
"I said because I shouldn't have to!" He said where she still looked puzzled and so he frustratingly grabbed her hand and ran under the gazebo.
They were soaked, soaked in the rain of their sorrow for what they knew was either the imminent end of their relationship or the beginning of the more that they always lingered to know if it existed between them.
"I'm leaving!" She shouted where he backed away from, "Fine! Leave if that's what you really want!" He motioned her to walk off the steps, but she walked forward shouting, "No I'm leaving!" They breathed deeply from their jog, from the cool breeze set forth by the water drops.
"Leaving?" He looked at her wondering if the underlining meaning of those words were true, "Like…" He couldn't even mouth if she was leaving Port Charles.
She stopped in front of him explaining what he seemed to already be catching onto, "Kate's leaving Port Charles. She's taking Crimson with her to New York City and offered me a job."
He intensely stared at her with no emotion for what was he supposed to say? "Are you gonna take it?"
"She's offered me everything I've ever wanted Spinelli," she smiled like it was a dream come true and it was. She had run the magazine so well while Kate was recovering from the bio toxin that when Kate returned she promoted her to junior editor. She promised to hook her up with a nice apartment in New York, introduce her to all the right people, take her under her wing.
"Then you should do it," he felt his heart ripping in two.
"What?" She looked at him wondering how he could tell her to go.
"What do you mean 'what'? This is your dream Maxie, everything you've worked for, you have to do this."
"I don't," she touched his arm before gazing up at him, "I can stay."
"No," he negatively nodded, "The jackal…" He paused looking down at the wet wood before looking back up at her, "I didn't come in the middle of the night to fix your computer or re-route your packages or hack into Couture, I didn't do it because I had nothing else to do. I did it for you because I believe in you. You deserve this more than anyone I know. You have to go."
"Why don't I believe you?" She placed her hand on his chest, "Why?" She cupped his cheek.
He thought hard about what he was about to do. He could see it in her eyes that perhaps there was something going on between them, something that they could never really explain, but was there. He couldn't let her give up her dream, but he didn't want to let her go either.
"Maxie," he took her hands off him, "I'm leaving with Winnie for Washington."
BJ's heart was beating irregularly now. Maxie's lungs closed. Robin was right.
"Look at me," he squeezed her hands while trying to look her in the eyes, but she refused to look at him. He caught her broken hearted glare caving in on her and he realized he had hurt her, hurt her more than he ever wanted to. He thought by sharing the news with her that she would be able to see that their lives were going in different directions. That perhaps they both needed to end what never really started and just wish each other well.
He let go of her hands and turned to the steps where he could hear her soft whimpers. He looked over his shoulder where his eyes burned at seeing her figure hunched over leaning on the wooden railings. His lips trembled. He knew he should embrace her. Try to discover why she seemed to be falling apart at a sentence that didn't mean anything but it's literal translation. He was leaving with Winnie on the same plane to the same place at the same time. Why couldn't she see it as that? Why couldn't she question what he and Winnie were? Why couldn't she just act like she gave a damn about who kept his bed warm, not like he and Winnie were exactly sleeping together, but the point was that she could put an end to this and she refused to do that so he decided to walk away with this being their last goodbye.
He stepped onto the last step with his back to her and said what he wanted to tell her minutes ago, "You'll do great in New York City. You show them the beautiful brilliant Maximista that I have come to…." He tried to think of an adjective to describe his affection for her. Adore. Love. Admire. But he couldn't compel himself to say either one of those words.
She slowly turned to him, to his back becoming drawn to the fact that he couldn't finish the sentence.
"I'm happy for you," he uttered before stepping into the rain where he stood there silent for minutes. His heart beat rapidly for a response that he timed in his mind of 180 seconds, one Mississippi, two Mississippi and so on and so forth. He never heard a peep and that's when he knew it was indeed over.
"I did think about you," he somberly turned to her where her fragile face almost made it impossible for him to tell her just how much he thought of her, "Every second of every minute of every hour that I was in there."
He approached the first step of the gazebo, "When I was caught in that explosion," he stood on the second step, " Your face was the last thing the jackal saw," he stepped onto that last step, "And the first thing the jackal saw when he woke up in the rubble."
He walked towards her, "You kept me sane and most importantly…" He stopped in front of her looking into her blue watery eyes, "You kept me alive." He wiped his hand over her wet cheek stroking his hand into her blonde hair, "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
She hated herself in this very moment. She had told herself she wanted this. She wanted him to search her eyes, to lick his dry lips moist, to lean in and initiate a kiss. The reunion she had thought of in her dreams couldn't have been anymore perfect. It was too bad his words gave her cold feet.
He searched her eyes. He licked his dry lips moist. He leaned in. She leaned away. He flushed with embarrassment. She tried to explain. He turned away from her. She grabbed his hand. He spoke.
"Goodbye Maximista."
He memorized her face so he'd never forget what happened here, why this was their last goodbye. He pulled her hand from his. Backed down from the gazebo. Looked at her. Ignored the tears. Mixed her sounds into the rain and buried their love there, in the green pastures of Port Charles.
It was April 1st, 2015. Six years had passed and the twenty-seven year old Maxie Jones resided in New York City as the Editor in Chief of Real Girls Magazine. For a second year in a row it had been voted the number one best magazine for teenagers. She lived in one of the best apartments New York City had to offer and had enough money to retire tomorrow if she wanted to. Life was good.
"Ms. Jones?" Her first assistant's voice echoed in her office.
"Yes Elle?" Maxie looked down at the layouts for the next month's magazine.
"Um there's a Lulu Spencer on line two for you," she uttered with caution, "I know you told me to never put her through or give her the time of day, but she says it's urgent."
"When is it not," Maxie annoyingly uttered.
"I'm sorry Ms. Jones I missed what you said," her assistant only caught mumblings through the phone.
Maxie rolled her eyes, "Take a message."
"Okay," she signed off.
"Lulu, Lulu, Lulu," Maxie annoyingly nodded as she rearranged photos and articles, "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" She questioned for the last time she saw the young Spencer girl it was two years ago in Port Charles around Christmas when her bad boy at the time, Dominic Pirelli was brought to hospital for a shoulder bullet wound.
The phone rang again, "Yes Elle…"
"Um Robin Scorpio is hear to see you? She says she knows she doesn't have an appointment, but said it won't take long."
"It's okay, send her in," Maxie looked down at the layouts and brought them over to her drafting table.
"Maxie?" Robin poked the door open.
"Robin!" Maxie joyfully walked over to greet her, "What are you doing in New York?"
"Well," Robin leaned out of the hug, "Patrick wanted to take some time off to take Emma and Ben to the Lion King."
"The Lion King?" Maxie smiled in amazement, "Isn't Ben a little young for that? Can you take four year olds to that?"
"Patrick is looking into it, but if not, I'll take Emma and Patrick will take him to the zoo."
"Well I could watch Ben, if you and Patrick want to experience the Lion King with Emma, I'd love to spend some time with my nephew."
"Okay," Robin awkwardly giggled, "I'll let you know, but don't you have some big party or hot date this week."
Maxie rolled her eyes while walking to close her office doors, "Dates not really, parties usually, but it's not every day that my favorite cousin…"
"Your only cousin," Robin playful eyed her.
"Only cousin comes to visit me," Maxie smiled before the two burst out laughing.
"Take a seat," Maxie motioned to the chair where she walked around her desk, "You want something to drink?" She pushed a button on her phone to address the attention of her assistants, "Elle? Tiffany?"
"It's okay Maxie, I'm not going to be here long," Robin looked at her not to bother.
"Are you sure?" Maxie looked at her where Robin insisted.
"Okay," she looked back down at her answering machine, "Tiffany I seem to remember not having my Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks this morning, I wonder why I can't seem to remember, oh ya because someone forgot to bring me one this morning."
"I'm so sorry Ms. Jones," Tiffany shrieked, "I'll go get it now."
"Thank you," she looked up at Robin while motioning to take her seat, "What?"
Maxie giggled, "Nothing…"
"No what is it?" Maxie honestly looked at her.
"Well it's just that I remember all those years ago you saying you would never treat people the way Kate treated you," Robin tried to keep a straight face at her hypocrisy.
"Hey I learned under the best and look what I have?" Maxie looked around her office, "They'll understand."
Robin amusingly smiled, "Yeah you have it all."
"Hey I do," Maxie playfully teased back at her, "I really do, I couldn't be any happier."
"Well let's see how true that is when I tell you that I need a dress for a wedding in July," Robin grinned at her hoping she wouldn't exactly ask who was getting married.
"Who's getting married? Anyone I know?" Maxie excitedly smiled as she grabbed a notepad to write down some information on.
Robin chuckled, "Um yeah you know them."
Maxie curiously looked at Robin, "Is it Lulu?"
"Have you talked to Lulu?" Robin cautiously eyed her, tip toeing around the issue even more carefully.
"Oh heavens no, you know Lulu and I don't get along," Maxie giggled before looking down at the notepad writing down the little information Robin gave her. "I only mentioned Lulu because she just called my office here a few minutes ago and with you mentioning wedding, I assumed that maybe she and Dominic were getting married."
"Like Johnny Zacchara would ever let her marry Sonny's son," Robin mentioned where Maxie looked up at her wondering what she meant.
"Hold up," Maxie looked at her, "Did you just say Sonny's son?" Maxie looked at her like this was the greatest gossip she had heard in months.
"Yup and he's not Dominic either, it's Dante."
"Dante?" Maxie questioned, "Wow. Luke and Sonny must love the fact that their children are dating."
"I guess so, I don't really talk to Luke and Sonny is well, Sonny, married to Claudia."
"Eew," Maxie looked down at the notepad, "Johnny must really hate that they're still married."
"Not as much as Kate I'm sure," Robin accidentally said where Maxie looked up at her, "Actually I think she's really happy with Jax."
"Oh well forget I mentioned it," Robin giggled.
"Okay so back to the wedding, wait," Maxie glanced up at her, "Is it Nicholas and Nadine? Are they tying the knot?"
"Um they aren't even together anymore, Nadine actually is dating Matt," Robin knew that would have Maxie completely shocked.
"Wow, I can't believe someone gave that egotistical jerk the time of day," Maxie giggled remembering how annoying he was all those years ago.
"Hey, I seem to remember you giving that egotistical jerk the time of day."
Maxie rolled her eyes, "Yeah because I was having a really hard time transitioning from Port Charles to here."
"Are you sure that was it?" Robin playfully looked at her.
"Don't you dare say it," Maxie jokingly pointed at her.
"Well I unfortunately have to bring him up," Robin sighed hoping her cousin would be able to take this.
"Why?" Maxie smiled, "What is he like the best man? Is it Elizabeth and Jason getting married? Because I tell ya, Lucky and Sam must be tired of getting jerked around." Maxie looked down at the notepad jotting down names of designers she had connections to.
"Maxie," Robin gently touched her hand, "He's not the best man."
Maxie stared at her, "He's become a priest hasn't he?" She told herself in a joking manner, "Is he marrying Max and Diane?"
"No Maxie," Robin looked at her serious, "He's the groom this time."
"July is a horrible month to have a wedding," Maxie scoffed at the news, looking down at the paper.
"Maxie if this is too close," she looked at knowing she had other options.
"No," Maxie quickly looked up at her, "It was six years ago Robin. I mean no one wants to hear that someone they once cared for is getting married especially when you yourself are single."
"Are you sure?" She looked at Maxie, "I mean the wedding is probably going to be really small and showing up in some awesomely designed dressed…"
"Would be a great way to stand up the bride," Maxie sinisterly giggled.
Robin nervously looked at her, "You know what this was a mistake." She got up from her chair where Maxie quickly looked at her, "No I was just joking, okay sort of."
"Maxie it's obvious this is gong to bother you, why don't you forget that I came here and continue on with your day."
"Robin," Maxie raised her voice seriously while walking around her desk, "It's okay. Look I'll call some people and see if I can get them to design a somewhat elegant dress that looks like you can purchase it at Macy's."
"Alright and I'll let you know about babysitting Ben this week," Robin nervously looked at her hoping she hadn't just doomed Damian Spinelli's wedding.
"Okay," Maxie smiled walking her out of the office and to the elevator, "Robin stop looking at me like that. I'm happy for him, good for him. Like seriously I'm thinking about what type of wedding present to get him."
"Behave yourself," Robin seriously looked at her, "It's always hard to see a man you once loved move on with someone else."
"Oh please," Maxie crossed her arms, "I haven't talked to him in years, I probably wouldn't like him anymore and he probably wouldn't like me."
The elevator doors opened and Robin turned to her cousin, "Okay well I'll see in a few days perhaps?"
"You bet," she smiled before hugging her and then impatiently waiting for the doors to closed in which as soon as they did she turned to her assistant.
"Do you still have Lulu Spencer on the line?"
"Yes, she said that she knew you'd want to talk to her after I told her you were talking with your cousin," Elle hoped that it was okay she had given that personal detail out.
"Great and when Tiffany gets back I have a project for you to work on," Maxie looked away from Elle and walked back into her office where she closed the door behind her and calmly told herself, "You don't care. You don't even know him anymore."
She leaned off the door and walked to her desk where she collected herself and calmly sat in the chair.
"Line two Ms. Jones," Elle told her once more.
"Thank you," Maxie took a deep breath and then picked up the phone and pushed the line 2 button.
"Who is she?" Maxie asked knowing only Lulu would get right to the point.
"Are you sitting down?" Lulu asked as she looked out her New York City Hotel room.
"Yes, but it shouldn't even matter right? Because it was six years ago and he and I went our separate ways and…"
"You know her," Lulu sighed knowing this wasn't going to go well. She could barely stomach the news as well.
"Well almost all the women that I knew he was interested in either died, are in a coma or dating someone else,"
"Maxie it's her," Lulu glanced down at an article with their wedding announcement in it.
"Lulu why do you continue to speak to me in general terms, have you not learned over the past eight years that I don't play twenty questions."
"Okay fine, I'll tell you who it is, but I hope you are sitting down because when I tell you who he's marrying you will flip."
"Lulu I probably won't, I haven't talked to him in…in a very long time and anyway I just want to make sure she's not some gold digging whore…"
"No that would be you."
"Very funny, need I bring up all the men you've screwed over."
"I'm serious Maxie, you will want to break up the wedding when I tell you who it is."
"Lulu, I don't want to break up the wedding, I just want to make sure he'll be happy."
"It's Winnie."
"I'm guessing it's not Winnie the Pooh Bear."
"Uh no." Lulu stupidly nodded her head; "He's marrying Winifred Leeds on July 2nd."
"Unless we do something about it," Maxie swerved her chair looking out the window overlooking New York City.
"I think I can get Nadine in on the game."
"What about Sam?"
"I don't know, Sam is very loyal to Spinelli's happiness."
"Spinelli doesn't know what makes him happy."
"And you do?"
"I want him to be happy, shoot I'd rather him marry you than the bitch who put him away, who I lost him to in the first place."
"So it's for his own good then?" Lulu said to her trying to keep her ethics straight.
"Yes, but do you have to make it sound so dirty. I mean it's not like we're robbing a bank."
"No just robbing him of his happiness."
"Which I doubt he's really happy with her, remember you are his first love, I was his second, if he can have either of us, he'll drop her in a heartbeat."
"Well I have a boyfriend."
Maxie rolled her eyes, "Don't worry Lulu you're not going to have to give up Dominic or Dante whatever his name is, god forbid Lulu on pedestal makes a sacrifice."
"Well you're the one who really loved him back, if you hadn't been afraid to tell him that then he might be married to you now…"
"Would that have gotten under your skin?"
"Maxie."
"Joking, look are you in town?"
"Yeah I'm staying at Embassy Suites here, 8th floor room 825."
"Great, I'll be there at seven," she said goodbye, waited for Lulu to hung up and then slowly let go of the phone.
"You'll thank me someday Spinelli, I want you to be happy, but not with her, you deserve better."
A knocking came on the door, "Ms. Jones your coffee."
"Come in," she yelled swerving her chair around, "Both of you enter at once."
Tiffany walked forward setting her coffee on the desk and then backed away to standing right beside Elle.
"Elle I want you to cancel all my meetings for today, Tiffany I want you to Diane Miller and Kate Howard on the line and then I want the both of you to find everything you can Damian Spinelli."
"Oooh an ex boyfriend?" Tiffany winked.
"Tiff!" Elle eyed her to never bring up personal business.
"Sorry," Tiff frowned.
"It's okay, look the sooner you get me everything on his wedding to Winifred Leeds in Port Charles, the sooner you two can have the rest of the day off."
The two perked up and left her office where she got up from her desk and walked to her liquor cabinet. As much as she wanted to believe that she and Lulu and whoever joined in could stop the wedding from happening she still believe her chances were slim. The Jackal and the Priestess were two inseparable nerds that last time she saw them and nerd love is never flattering, in fact, she told herself, it was flat out boring. However she was the Maximista, the blonde one, the fashionista. They were the beauty and geek, which was way hotter than any other duo.
"To six years," she raised her shot glass, "To hoping that I'm not six years too late." She drank it back having no idea what she was getting herself into.
So this was just something that popped in my head. I heard this song "The last goodbye" sung by Scarlett Johansson and it kind of inspired me to write something. It probably won't be very long, not as detailed and day to day as my other fanfics are. I don't know. I just had this random idea I wanted to write. Read and review thanks! Next chapter: A little Sex and the City.
