Authors Note: Just some needed information before you read the first chapter of this story. Johnny and Georgie are best friends. They have been since he came to town.
Dillon and Georgie were married, did split up, and he was a jackass and cheated on her with Lulu.
Johnny was never with Lulu because—well I hate JoLu. So enough said :]
Also, Felicia and Frisco AKA Deadbeat parental unit of the millenium have gone missing. Mac went to find them, he's now missing. So it explains his disappearance.
Also, just a warning if your waiting for some saptastic GQ lovefest? Don't hold your breath. Yes, it's starting out GQ and there probably will be a lot of them talking. But I'm really aiming more towards this being a Johnny/Georgie story.
Yes, the title came from the Secondhand Serenade song. I just heard the song on a playlist of mine and knew it fit perfectly.
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Georgie had left a few weeks ago to go to California and find her then-ex, Dillon. She had needed to make things right between them. She had and now she was coming home for a few days to pack her things to permanently move. She hadn't told Johnny that she was moving to California to be with Dillon. She hadn't really known how to. They'd been friends for so long and always lived nearby, now they'd be in different states.
Georgie had decided to take an early flight. It wasn't a bad flight. Once she landed, she picked up her car from the long-term parking lot and started towards Port Charles. She'd hit traffic and a few accidents along the way so she hadn't made it back to Port Charles till the evening.
Georgie was literally three or four blocks from her apartment when she spotted headlights coming down the wrong side of the road--her side of the road. She attempted to maneuver her car out of the way of the madman who was driving down the wrong side of the road, but he was all over the place and nothing she did seemed to make much difference.
The SUV rammed into her Red Volkswagen Beetle and sent it off the road, it flipped once, twice, three times before hitting a telephone pole and coming to a halt. Georgie slowly started to come to--and could smell gasoline. She knew she was hurt. But she had to get out of the car.
She couldn't see--and she figured it had more to do with the fact that it was pitch black dark than anything. She dragged herself out of the driver's side window being that the car was upside down and then away from the car. Far enough away she thought that it'd be okay. She coughed a few times--not realizing it was blood because she wasn't able to see at the moment.
As she was about to attempt to feel around for her phone the fire reached her gas tank and the entire car exploded into a ball of flames sending glass and other debris raining down on her. During the chaos Georgie was knocked unconscious. It was a good five minutes before anyone happened by the scene and dialed 911. The paramedics arrived not long after and took her to the nearest hospital.
The doctors worked on her for hours and she had numerous surgeries to repair internal bleeding. But the internal bleeding was fixable compared to the rest of what was wrong with her. When Georgie came to the doctor explained that glass had gotten into her eyes and it had blinded her. They'd removed the glass, but they weren't sure if the blindness would be temporary or not.
It was going to be a thing of waiting to see. As if that wasn't bad enough her face had been cut by the same glass that had rained down and blinded her--leaving her with a beautiful mess of a face. Soon as the doctor said Plastic Surgery she'd heard enough and ordered him to leave. She was blind and her face was probably hideous. She knew no one knew she had even been in an accident most likely. She had no next of kin listed on her medical charts and her phone had been destroyed in the wreck as she'd found out earlier.
Part of her wanted to call Dillon and tell him to come. Just hop the next plane and come to NY to be with her so that she wouldn't feel so utterly alone and like it was hopeless. Part of her wanted him there to tell her that he loved her and that even if she ended up permanently blind and with a messed up face that he'd still want to be with her--still love her. But a larger part was against calling him, She was blind and useless and probably horrible to look at.
But she had to call someone because when she didn't call Dillon, he'd get antsy and then he'd start poking around. She'd need someone to handle Dillon for her--and anything else. She could only think of one person to call--Johnny. But he had enough of his own problems what with his sister butting into his love life, working for Sonny, and "seeing" Olivia, that he probably didn't need his best friend calling him at the moment. Especially not to ask for a life-altering favor. She pushed those thoughts from her head. She had to call regardless of how terrible she felt about doing it. She reached over with her right hand and grabbed the phone because her left one was broken from the accident, along with her right leg.
She set the phone down on the bed and picked up the receiver off the top and put it to her ear juggling it on her shoulder so she could use her good hand to dial the phone. She dialed the number and waited as it rang. It rang once, twice--and on the third ring she thought she heard someone pick up, well of course someone picked up the phone--it wasn't ringing anymore. She took a breath before saying anything.
"Johnny, It's Georgie..Listen..I.." She trailed off. How the hell was she supposed to explain this one. "I got into an accident and I'm in the hospital. It's pretty bad, I mean I'm not going to die or anything. Although in the state I'm in--I think I'd prefer to be dead. Can you please come here? I know you have a lot going on....but I don't have anyone else to call..well I mean I have Maxie..but she's Maxie and she's completely wrapped up in Spinelli at the moment, and Mac's been missing ever since we got word about my mother and father going missing..and I can't call Dillon" She sighed heavily.
"I actually need you to help me with that..l'll explain more when you get here. Just..keep in mind It's not pretty..or so I hear..considering I'm blind at the moment..I got to go--more tests" She said before hanging up the phone. She knew she sounded like death. She knew she had to look it--She just hoped she wouldn't scare the crap out of her best friend whenever he got there.