What I've Done
General Hospital fanfic
Chapter Two
"You okay?" Cam asked Emma, squeezing her dainty wrist, gently. His brows furrowed and brown eyes soft and filled with concern.
Emma shook her head, blinking back tears and taking in a deep breath. Her hand reached out to cling to the one he had on her wrist and she met his eyes. "Do you think that you could get off work and take me home? Daddy and Sabrina are out. Amelia is staying at a friends house, and I just…I don't want to be alone."
"I think I can manage that. I'll just go and talk to Tiffani about covering for me for the rest of the afternoon." He left her for a few moments, heading over to the counter to talk to the redhead.
"Emma's parents aren't home?" Tiffani questioned, crossing her arms under her chest, damp rag hanging from the tips of her fingers.
"No. And she really doesn't want to be alone. Listen, I know that you don't really want to, but could you cover for me? At least until Devon gets in here?" He asked of her. "I'll cover for you the next time you need or want off early."
She sighed. "Fine. Tell Emma that I hope she feels better, okay?"
Cam beamed at her. "Thank you." He hurried back over to Emma, putting his hand out of her back and leading her out of the diner and to his car in a comfortable silence.
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Two hours later, Cam and Emma sat on the couch in Emma's home, dressed up in their pajamas, a light blanket covering their legs and a bowl of popcorn between them. The horror movie that they'd rented flashed on the screen. They had yet to talk about what had happened at Kelly's earlier. Instead, Emma had talked him into staying the night and had gotten him to grab some clothes from his house. He didn't know when Emma would be ready to talk but he wasn't going to rush her. If he did, he knew that Emma would close herself off and it would be hard as hell to try to get her to open up, again.
"It hurt to see her again, you know? Dad and I moved on. I love Sabrina and I love Amelia. She never even really called us or anything. How can she expect me to be okay? It's been Sabrina who's helped me through everything. Robin just gave birth to me. She doesn't deserve the title of mom or mother. She hasn't been one." Emma finally spoke, pausing the television.
Cam looked at her, listening intently before finally speaking. "I know. I saw what you went through. I mean, we might've been young, but still. She never should've left you, but do you think that you'll eventually give her a chance to explain herself? If she's moving back to Port Charles, it's going to be hard not to run into her."
She shrugged, flipping back her hair, twisting the lone red strand around her small pinkie. "I know. Eventually, I will talk to her, but I'm not ready yet. I don't know if I'll ever be."
With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his comforting embrace.
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"I can't believe Emma got so mad at me." Robin said, taking a seat on the sofa as Elizabeth handed her a hot cup of tea. She took a sip and curled her legs under her. "She grew up so much and she looks so beautiful. I just want to be a part of her life, again."
Liz quirked an eyebrow. "Listen, I'm the last person who should be judging you, but can you really blame her for being angry. I mean, you left when she was eight years old, and you haven't really contacted her. I still don't get why you'd stay away for so long after already being gone for two years."
The other woman's gaze turned to stare down at her hands, guiltily. "I know. But I really did have a good reason for being gone. And I guess that I can finally tell you now that I'm back for good."
Liz raised her eyebrow at that. "Well, what can your explanation be? I thought you were in Africa?"
Robin shook her head. "Victor Cassadine came to me with information that Jason was still alive. He wanted me to come with him to help bring him back. I was told that I couldn't tell anyone what was going on."
"Okay, no offense, but the Cassadine's aren't exactly known for their honesty. Besides, why would Victor care about Jason?" Liz asked. "And how was he still alive in the first place?"
"Oh, at first I didn't believe him. But he brought a video and a picture. That's what convinced me it was real. And you're right. He didn't care about Jason. He needed someone to bring back Helena Cassadine and Stavros. He knew that I wouldn't help him without incentive. He had to give me a reason to come with him." The brunette answered.
The door to the Drake home opened and a giggling Sabrina and Patrick stepped inside, Sabrina's hand resting on her rounded belly. "Oh. They look so cute." Sabrina whispered, grinning as she took in the sight of her stepdaughter and Cam asleep on the couch.
Patrick smiled and shook his head. "I should probably wake him up. His mother is probably wondering where he is." He stepped forward, gently shaking the boy's shoulder.
Cam blinked up at him wearily, unwrapping his arms from Emma. "Wait, what are you guys doing home? Emma said you two were out tonight."
Sabrina snickered. "That's because it's nine in the morning. We're supposed to pick up Amelia soon. What time is your mother expecting you home?"
The boy shrugged. "I dunno." He said sheepishly. "I didn't really tell her that I was going to be staying over, except on her voicemail. I wanted to cheer up Emma, because she was upset."
At that, the smile dropped from Patrick's lips and his protective instincts took over. "Why was my daughter upset?" He asked worriedly.
Cam's eyes widened, mouth falling open in shock. "You mean that you don't know?"
Patrick and Sabrina shook their heads.
"Robin is back. She came to Kelly's and I called Emma. Emma came and kind of blew up at her." Cam answered.
to be continued