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A/N: Ok, Ladies, here it is—my future PC story, entitled Homecoming. I do hope you enjoy this, and it's not confusing. I'm going to have the flashbacks and flashforwards marked with the year and such. So off we go. Until next time—eek, will the writing ever stop? LOL—PCGirl.
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PC: 2010
Frank woke up with a shock and sat up in the bed. It had been the same dream as last night that woke him up—he dreamed about Karen's death again. He didn't know why—she had died years ago, and knew she had forgiven him for it. He looked at Sara lying next to him and gave a smile—thinking of their wedding. His thoughts were broken when he heard a noise out in the hall, "Neil?" he called out, but only received an echo of silence.
(prelude music to The Gift plays)
He slipped out of the bed and walked to the door—he took a look in Neil's room, empty—like it should be considering Neil had an apartment on the other side of town, but he still came by now and then to crash here. Frank began to return to bed when he heard the sound again—now coming from the living room, "Who's there?" he whispered, trying to keep from waking up Sara.
"Hello Frank," he heard the accented voice speak as he came towards him.
"How did you get into my house? And who are you?"
"You'll find out soon enough," said the man as he stabbed him with a needle and Frank seemed to get drowsy.
"That's my boy, Franklin," whispered the voice and as Frank's eyes went wide with the name that had just been spoken.
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PC: 2020
He pulled the car quickly into the spot and looked at the digital clock one more time before turning off the car. He was late—and being late on your first day as an Intern was not a good thing. He slammed the door shut, hitting the alarm button on the car twice as he ran towards the elevator, running hands through the curly brown mass on his head, "Hold the door please," he called with his slight Irish accent.
"I'm holding," smiled the petite brunette as she watched him running towards him. He seemed familiar, and the voice—well the only Irish accent she had heard was Ian's, but that had been years ago. "First day as an intern?" she smiled at him as he pushed the Sixth Floor button.
"Yeah, that is if they don't drop me from the program for being late," he smiled.
"I'm sure Dr. Ramsey will cut you some slack," grinned Livvie as she realized who he was.
"My Da told me about him before, said I needed to get on his good side in the beginning."
"I'm sure you'll do fine Daniel, or do you still go by Danny?" she smiled as she saw the look of shock on his face. "I'm Olivia Morley—but my friends called me Livvie," she said extending her hand as the door opened to the floor, "Good luck!" she said as she went towards her father's office.
"Well, if it isn't the habitually late Thornhart—runs in the family, does it?" grinned Chris as he stood next to Dr. Sara Fairfield. "Now that we are all here—why don't we begin orientation?" he said giving another final glance at Daniel before addressing the group as a hole. He'd talk to Daniel—Danny later, separately, but for now he had a job to do.
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Alison was in the middle of dealing with towels when she heard the door open, "Good morning," she said with her back to the door. "If you are here for the kickboxing class my husband will be down in just a few minutes if you want to go to the room and get ready I'll let him know people are coming in."
"I'm not here for kickboxing, but I did want to know if you still make the best blueberry muffins in Port Charles," said the husky voice.
"Why yes I do," she said smiling and turning around to see the smile back at her. "Oh my gosh! You're real—it's really you. Ian!" she screamed running up to him and throwing her arms around his neck so that he picked her up off the floor.
Rafe was closing the door to the apartment when he heard her voice and another male voice he couldn't make out. Unsure if she was in danger or not he came barreling down the steps and stopped when he saw Ian and a huge grin appeared on his face, "What are you doing here?"
"Is that anyway to greet your old friend? My son is an intern as of today at General Hospital," he said very proudly.
"That's great," smiled Alison. "Rafe—I was thinking—after your kickboxing class you don't have anything else until the afternoon right?" she said as she got a nod, "Why don't we head over to the Trinity then—it should be about the same time Chris finishes the orientation there also."
"Sounds like a plan," he said still smiling as he saw people for his kickboxing class come in.
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A/N: Yeah, I know it's a short chapter—but there's a reason to all of this. Let me know what ya'll think, please?
A/N: Ok, Ladies, here it is—my future PC story, entitled Homecoming. I do hope you enjoy this, and it's not confusing. I'm going to have the flashbacks and flashforwards marked with the year and such. So off we go. Until next time—eek, will the writing ever stop? LOL—PCGirl.
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PC: 2010
Frank woke up with a shock and sat up in the bed. It had been the same dream as last night that woke him up—he dreamed about Karen's death again. He didn't know why—she had died years ago, and knew she had forgiven him for it. He looked at Sara lying next to him and gave a smile—thinking of their wedding. His thoughts were broken when he heard a noise out in the hall, "Neil?" he called out, but only received an echo of silence.
(prelude music to The Gift plays)
He slipped out of the bed and walked to the door—he took a look in Neil's room, empty—like it should be considering Neil had an apartment on the other side of town, but he still came by now and then to crash here. Frank began to return to bed when he heard the sound again—now coming from the living room, "Who's there?" he whispered, trying to keep from waking up Sara.
"Hello Frank," he heard the accented voice speak as he came towards him.
"How did you get into my house? And who are you?"
"You'll find out soon enough," said the man as he stabbed him with a needle and Frank seemed to get drowsy.
"That's my boy, Franklin," whispered the voice and as Frank's eyes went wide with the name that had just been spoken.
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PC: 2020
He pulled the car quickly into the spot and looked at the digital clock one more time before turning off the car. He was late—and being late on your first day as an Intern was not a good thing. He slammed the door shut, hitting the alarm button on the car twice as he ran towards the elevator, running hands through the curly brown mass on his head, "Hold the door please," he called with his slight Irish accent.
"I'm holding," smiled the petite brunette as she watched him running towards him. He seemed familiar, and the voice—well the only Irish accent she had heard was Ian's, but that had been years ago. "First day as an intern?" she smiled at him as he pushed the Sixth Floor button.
"Yeah, that is if they don't drop me from the program for being late," he smiled.
"I'm sure Dr. Ramsey will cut you some slack," grinned Livvie as she realized who he was.
"My Da told me about him before, said I needed to get on his good side in the beginning."
"I'm sure you'll do fine Daniel, or do you still go by Danny?" she smiled as she saw the look of shock on his face. "I'm Olivia Morley—but my friends called me Livvie," she said extending her hand as the door opened to the floor, "Good luck!" she said as she went towards her father's office.
"Well, if it isn't the habitually late Thornhart—runs in the family, does it?" grinned Chris as he stood next to Dr. Sara Fairfield. "Now that we are all here—why don't we begin orientation?" he said giving another final glance at Daniel before addressing the group as a hole. He'd talk to Daniel—Danny later, separately, but for now he had a job to do.
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Alison was in the middle of dealing with towels when she heard the door open, "Good morning," she said with her back to the door. "If you are here for the kickboxing class my husband will be down in just a few minutes if you want to go to the room and get ready I'll let him know people are coming in."
"I'm not here for kickboxing, but I did want to know if you still make the best blueberry muffins in Port Charles," said the husky voice.
"Why yes I do," she said smiling and turning around to see the smile back at her. "Oh my gosh! You're real—it's really you. Ian!" she screamed running up to him and throwing her arms around his neck so that he picked her up off the floor.
Rafe was closing the door to the apartment when he heard her voice and another male voice he couldn't make out. Unsure if she was in danger or not he came barreling down the steps and stopped when he saw Ian and a huge grin appeared on his face, "What are you doing here?"
"Is that anyway to greet your old friend? My son is an intern as of today at General Hospital," he said very proudly.
"That's great," smiled Alison. "Rafe—I was thinking—after your kickboxing class you don't have anything else until the afternoon right?" she said as she got a nod, "Why don't we head over to the Trinity then—it should be about the same time Chris finishes the orientation there also."
"Sounds like a plan," he said still smiling as he saw people for his kickboxing class come in.
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A/N: Yeah, I know it's a short chapter—but there's a reason to all of this. Let me know what ya'll think, please?