A/N: Thanks to Sara for inspiring the title with her review of a Patrick drabble I wrote…and thanks to Gina for inspiring my Maltrick loving heart.

Stuff you need to know:

Scrubs are married, Robin was diagnosed with PPD but got over it. Spoilerish: She did go out with Brad and kiss him. Patrick saw but she doesn't know that.

Matt and Liz started dating February 2009 after the bio-toxin storyline.

Looking back it was hard to pinpoint exactly when things changed that summer but often times the journey led him back to the sandy porch of the beach house. That weekend may have not been some cataclysmic aligning of the stars but it set in motion feelings that couldn't just be taken back.

June 2009

"Alright I already talked to Robin, and Mac is going to watch Emma" Matt said as he approached the nurse's station.

Looking at him Patrick furrowed his brow, "What are you talking about?" he asked feigning confusion.

Sighing Matt rolled his eyes, "The beach house…Fire Island…this weekend. Don't tell me you forgot" he said annoyed.

Smirking Patrick looked at him, "Don't you get your panties in a bunch Matthew"

"Don't toy with me, okay? Elizabeth actually agreed to it, Lucky is taking the boys, and I get to watch her walk around in this teeny white bikini" he said looking across the room where Elizabeth stood talking to Lainey.

Patrick's eyes looked across the room and he couldn't help the image of Elizabeth half naked that danced through his head. Sure he was a happily married family man now but Elizabeth was Elizabeth and he still had a couple fantasies left over from his bachelor days.

"Patrick, yoo-hoo, are you listening to me?" Matt asked.

Turning to him he smiled, "Yeah, Fire Island, Beach house, Friday" he said before shooting one last look in the petite brunette's direction, "Now, finish my rounds so I can go pack" he said handing him the clipboard.

"Asshole" Matt muttered as he walked off.

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"I'm really excited about this weekend" Robin says smiling that grin he fell in love with.

The road back to normal after PPD hasn't been easy on either of them…and he wants to feel the same way as the day she became his wife but the wounds are still healing and sometimes he can't help to remember the way it felt to see her lips upon some strangers.

Nodding he forces a smile, "Me too" is all he can before focusing on the little eyes in front of him, "Oh there's Daddy's girl thinks she's all grown up because she can walk" he coos to Emma.

Robin is smiling at them and he tries to believe that everything is going to work out for them after all.

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"I need a favor" Matt asks as soon as he opens up the door.

"No" he answers grabbing a bag to load in the car.

Groaning he stops him, "Patrick, seriously, I need you to go down there with Liz and Robin and I'll meet you guy tomorrow morning. Jacobs is out sick, Williams broke his ankle and somehow low totem resident got an extra shift, bastards" he mutters the last part.

Turning Patrick arches an eyebrow, "Well, two ladies are always better then one" he says grinning.

Matt just scowls and Robin interrupts, "Actually…I got called in on a consult today" she said biting her lip.

Looking into her eyes he hates that he is looking for signs of lying. There are no flags, and those deep brown eyes don't seem to shift the way they did months ago.

Shrugging, "I guess I'll go pick Emma up from Mac's"

"NO!" Matt interrupts.

"What?" he asks.

The younger man looks at him, "The bikini…this big" he says holding his fingers inches apart.

Robin laughs, "I am going to pretend I didn't hear that" she tells him dryly.

Shaking his head Patrick looks at him, "What do you want me to do Matthew?"

"Stop calling me that first..and second, you and Liz drive down there today…Robin and I will leave after work and get there around midnight, you won't hardy miss us…and that way there is no possible way Liz can take another shift at the hospital or anything else. Please big brother…you got dad, give me this one weekend with that white bikini"

"I think it's a good idea" Robin says wrapping her arm around him.

Looking at them he nods, "Alright"

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"What are we listening to?" she asks as soon as they pull on the highway and he turns the radio on.

Smiling he looks at her, "This is Nightwish"

Her face contorts, "It sounds like they're yelling" she complained.

"Do you have a better suggestion?" he questions looking at her.

A smile grin comes to her face as she rifles through her back and then pulls out a CD, "In fact…I do" she says taking out his and putting hers in. Seconds later there is a sweet melody with some guys twang pouring from his stereo.

Pushing the button he shakes his head, "Uh-uh, there is a strict no country music in this car rule" he tells her.

As they struggle over control of the stereo he feels the familiar prickles on his skin whenever she is around. There is an ease with her; when feeling happy doesn't feel like a chore because it comes so effortlessly.

Grabbing his hand she holds it from the radio, "You do know if I don't have aesthetically pleasing music on I get car sick" he said a small grin tugging at her lips.

She peaks up at him under the fan of lashes. There has always been something about her eyes, the way he could stare into them for hours counting the swirls of blues…instead he looks away and shakes his head, "Does Matthew know that Nurse Webber has a bit of a forked tongue" he asked teasingly.

All she did was smile, "Matthew knows all about my tongue" she said before covering her mouth and realizing how it sounded, "I mean" she stuttered blushing.

There was something about watching her squirm that made her look even cuter...but it also made his mind wander. Sure he was the one who encouraged Matt to go after Elizabeth. It had been painfully obvious that his little brother harbored a deep crush for the pretty nurse…but Patrick didn't quite believe she would go for him. It stung a little in a way, even if he would never admit it out loud. When he first came to town he tried six ways to Sunday to get in her pants…but Matt, Matt actually was the one taking her out to dinner, and kissing her on her doorstep at night…and the thought alone irked him a little.

Relenting he hit the play button on the stereo and let a dimple cave in, "Just for you Nurse Webber"

"Thank you Dr. Drake" she said before laying her head back and closing her eyes.

Smiling he drove down the highway. Sooner then he imagined they were pulling off the road and heading to their destination. The six hour trip seemed to take no time at all, and when they caught a glimpse of the cottage he could see her smile from the corner of his eye.

"It's so cute, I wish I brought my sketch pad" she said happily.

Hearing her so excited made him smile wide, "Looks like little brother did good" he admitted.

As the car stopped she swatted his arm, "Stop calling him that" she warned.

"Yes mother"

Unbuckling her seatbelt she placed her hand on the car door before turning to him, "I get to pick my room first" she said throwing open the door and running towards the house.

Slowly he followed grinning, "I have the keys Nurse Webber" he said holding them up above her.

Looking sheepish she hung her head before grabbing them out of his hands swiftly, "And now I have them Dr. Drake" she said running towards the door.

Taking off after her he grabbed her and she tried to jiggle the key into the door, "And I got you" he said.

The warmth of her skin scalded his hands as he held her arms tightly, her lithe body wriggled against him, for a second he was lost in the scent of her hair tickling at his nose until she pushed open the door and he tripped letting her go.

Before he could really get his bearings she was yelling from upstairs, "So are you going to tell little brother you got beat by or girl, or am I" she asked finally coming back in view smiling.

Shaking his head he bit his lip…this was going to be an interesting weekend.