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Summary: When Jesse wakes up from his surgery, Maxie discovers something startling and Patrick and Robin finally confess how they feel for each other, but when tragedy befalls Robin, Patrick also discovers some shocking news. Will Jesse and Maxie and Robin and Patrick be able to hold on to the love that they have for each other?

Pairings: Maxie/Jesse and Robin/Patrick

A/N: Okay, so I'll keep it short and sweet. Thanks for all the reviews. This is chapter 2. I hope you like it as much as chapter 1. I'm hoping to have chapter 3 up after the holiday, maybe even before. I'll have to see how much time I have this weekend and how much I get written. Please Review more.

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Robin stood to the side as she watched the doctors perform surgery on Patrick.

As much as she hated to admit it, she actually admired him for doing this for his father, considering they weren't even on speaking terms a few months ago.

She watched as the lead surgeon-in the heat of the moment she couldn't quite remember his name-removed half of Patrick's liver and placed it into a tin pan. Then, Dr. Neil-that was his name!-went back to close Patrick Drake up. This was the easy part; she was so relieved to know that the hard part was over.

Dr. Neil had been at it for only a few minutes, when suddenly, the room was filled with an erratic beeping sound.

Oh God she thought. Don't do this Patrick. I need you here.

She was expecting the doctors to do something; take some measure in saving his life, even if it was futile, but instead, every doctor, except for her, vanished.

This could not be happening. Well, if no one was going to save him, then she would. To her dismay; however, when she went to move, her feet wouldn't budge. She kept fighting the force that was keeping her rooted to that spot; that kept her from saving the man she had grown to love. She needed Patrick in her life more than ever now and she'd be damned if she let him die, but her damn feet….that was the problem.

She glanced at her watch and realized that Patrick had been unresponsive for the last 45 minutes. She knew he was gone, but she gave one last attempt to break free of her prison and this time it worked. She ran to his side and reached for a clamp, but they had disappeared.

Hot, angry tears started pouring from Robin's eyes. Why was this happening?

Then, as if from out of nowhere, Robin heard a voice say: "Time of death….6:30 p.m."

"No," Robin screamed.

Robin woke with a start and gave a muffled scream. She looked over at Patrick and noticed he was still sleeping peacefully. Good, he needs his rest.

She got up and silently went into the bathroom. Once there, she shut the door and leaned against the wall, sliding down it once she made contact. Unable to hold it in any longer, she let the tears fall down her face and wrack her body uncontrollably.

She didn't know how she was going to face Patrick after this. Although they had only known each other for a few months, she knew damn well that he could detect when something was wrong. After that dream, though, Robin knew it wouldn't be difficult.

That dream….the dream she knew would be inevitable. The dream she knew would make her worry about Patrick even more. Maybe it had been playing on her fears and insecurities or maybe it was her subconscious way of telling her that she and Patrick were wrong for each other.

Robin would try like hell to prevent another one from occurring, but anyway you look at it, it didn't matter because it was just a matter of time before she dreamt of something like that again….only next time, it would be ten times worse.

"Robin?" she heard Patrick call from the outer room.

"I'll be out in a minute," she called, trying fiercely to wipe away the tears that still remained. She didn't move; however. She remained on the cold, hard floor trying to compose herself better. She couldn't let Patrick see her like this. She couldn't let him see her in her moment of weakness; a weakness she didn't even know she had until a few days ago.

Her thoughts were left unattended as she heard the door slowly creak open. When she let her eyes roam to the door, she saw Patrick standing there.

"Patrick," she scolded. "Are you crazy? You just got out of surgery. You should be in bed for another day or two at the least. You could do even more damage, or is that what you want?"

"Very funny, Dr. Scorpio," Patrick said in a tight whisper.

She could tell he was still in so much pain, but she should have known he would be too pig-headed to stay in bed, especially if she told him to.

He slowly walked the last few steps to where Robin was sitting and, while clutching his side, sat down beside her.

"Patrick, you really shouldn't…." Robin started, but Patrick cut her off, somewhat rudely.

"Shut up and listen to me. I'm not going back to bed and I'm sure as hell not going to let you suffer alone. I know this is hard on you Scorpio-why else would you be in here by yourself, crying your eyes out?-so I'm going to stay on this cold, hard floor for as long as you need me. Don't even try talking me out of it because I can tell you right now, it's not going to do any good," Patrick finished, as he put his arm around Robin's shoulders.

A few months ago if Patrick had tried this, Robin would have yelled at him and told him to go to hell because back then, he was just a conceited doctor, who cared about no one or anything, except his career as a doctor. Over the last few weeks; however,-even over the last few days-she had noticed a drastic change. He was no longer that egotistical doctor-or should she say he wasn't as egotistical-she had met five months ago. He still had a huge ego and he was still too damn proud, but was that really a bad thing?

Instead of resisting him, she laid her head on his shoulders and, not caring whether or not he saw any longer, she let the tears freely fall down her face.

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"Maybe we should take a break," Maxie suggested to Jesse.

"No," Jesse said, a little more sharply than he had intended.

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help," Maxie said, but Jesse knew how much he had hurt her by being abrupt.

"No, I'm sorry. I know how patient you've been with me and maybe I was a little too quick to get into this whole remembering thing, but that's not an excuse for how I just treated you."

Maxie smiled. "It's okay. Robin Scorpio told me that you'd probably get frustrated with this. I'm not leaving Jesse; no matter how much you yell. I do want to try something, though."

When she had Jesse's consent, she put her hands on his face and slowly moved closer, until their lips connected. She could tell by how Jesse reacted, he didn't know what to do with it, but it didn't deter her. She wanted, more than anything, for him to remember, so they could go to Chicago and just be together again.

He was getting into it now; looking for answers to his past.

Maxie brushed her hands through Jesse's thick, brown hair. Jesse, on the other hand, had other things on his mind and he broke their connection, looking away from the young beauty instantaneously.

How could she have been so selfish? How could she have mistaken this Jesse for the old Jesse and force that kiss on him? Maxie was hurt, she wouldn't deny that, but she knew he would eventually remember her and the life they shared.

Instead of leaving, as Jesse had thought she would, she leaned back in the chair and just watched him.

"What are you doing?" Jesse asked, releasing an exasperated sigh, all the while, still not meeting her gaze.

"I told you I wasn't leaving and I meant it. I love you, Jesse, and that's not going to change. I just wish you could understand that. We'll get into remembering your family-from what you told me-later, but you haven't had much support, so I'm going to give you some."

Jesse was grateful for that; she didn't have to stay with him, but here she was, sitting by his bedside every time he woke up and every time he closed his eyes.

Although Jesse still didn't remember or feel the love he had had for this woman, he was beginning to understand why he had those feelings for her; she was kind and compassionate, even though he knew that deep down he was disappointing her.

"Jesse," Maxie said again. "Look at you. You're exhausted. Why don't you get some rest?"

Jesse didn't argue with her; he didn't have the energy.

Jesse felt Maxie enclose his hand within hers and the last thing he saw before he drifted off to sleep was her face; her beautiful face smiling down at him.

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Robin sloshed water on her face and let the drops trickle down, not bothering to wipe them away.

The past day had been hard and right now, all she wanted to do was go home, have a hot, soothing bubble bath, and have a nice glass of wine. However, as much as she wanted to go home and bask in the pleasure of her own company, she wasn't going to leave Patrick, especially after he had stayed with her during the encephalitis outbreak.

She looked past her own reflection in the bathroom mirror, as she heard pained grunts coming from where she knew Patrick sat, only a few feet away.

She quickly spun around and let the water-that was still dripping from her face-spray in every direction.

"Thanks for the shower, Dr. Scorpio. I really needed that," Patrick said sarcastically, through his pain.

"Patrick Drake," Robin said fiercely, ignoring his remark. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I just needed to stretch my legs," Patrick said, who was now leaning half way up the wall.

Robin rushed over and gently grabbed Patrick's side.

"Here, let me help you," Robin said, as she started leading him back to the hospital bed.

"Maybe I should have surgery more often, Dr. Scorpio. I could really get used to you taking care of me."

Robin didn't answer right away, as, by this time, they had reached the bed and she was helping Patrick into it.

He slowly lifted his right leg on to the bed, followed by his left and once he had accomplished that task, he sighed heavily.

Robin could see the exhaustion all over his face; he looked as tired as she felt.

"What, no snide remark? You're losing your touch, Doctor," Patrick said with a small laugh.

"Actually, I was going to suggest you come stay with me when you get out of here. That way you can get the rest you need without having too worry about anything and I'll get to see more of you-not that I don't on a regular basis-for teasing purposes."

"Well, in that case, I suppose I'll have to accept your invitation. I've never backed away from a challenge and I'm not about to start now, especially one issued by you," Patrick said.

They leaned closer until their lips were on top of the others'.

The sensation Robin felt in that moment was phenomenal. In the years since Stone and Jason, especially Stone, she had never once experienced a kiss as breathtaking as the one Patrick delivered.

She reached her tongue for his and was relieved when he was there, waiting to accept her, not as a conquest, but as a lover, and, above all, a friend.

She leaned closer, careful not to put too much pressure on his side. She didn't want him to go back into surgery to replace the sutures because of her, so she took it fairly easy; however, she left room for her to still feel the passion of the kiss.

Robin felt the moisture of his mouth on hers, which sent shivers down her spine.

They had come so far since she had caught Patrick having sex in an Operating Room in a Manhattan hospital. She couldn't imagine him performing an act of that nature now. Maybe it was her weakness to see the best in people that cause her to realize that Patrick had changed, but she didn't believe that. She believed that Patrick had changed in her eyes because of how deeply she cared for the man.

They broke apart as they heard the door slowly creak open.

As she turned around she licked her lips to savor the moment when she felt Patrick's breath on her and his mouth on hers. She saw Epiphany standing there.

"I just thought I'd warn you that Noah's waking up," the nurse told the couple.

"Okay, thanks. What are you going to say to him," Robin said, as Epiphany left and she turned her attention back to Patrick.

"I don't know, but I'll think of something."