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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: This is chapter 3. I hope y'all enjoy it. I just want to clarify something, though. There is one part in this chapter where Patrick is thinking about Robin and it says that he knew she had been in love with Jason. I refrained from mentioning Stone because in this he doesn't know about Stone yet.
I wanted to mention something I had forgotten to mention in the A/N in the first chapter. I plan on making this fan fiction into a trilogy, so this one is kind of going to end without resolving anything. You guys will kind have to read all of them to find out what happens, but it should be good. Please Read and Review Chapter 3.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Robin asked, as she pushed Patrick's wheelchair toward Noah's room.
Quite honestly, Patrick wasn't at all sure if he was ready to go through with it. He; however, needed Noah to know why he did it and if Noah yelled at him in the process, then so be it. At least he'd be alive to do so.
"Not really, but I have to," Patrick told Robin.
Robin opened the door to Noah's room and pushed Patrick through. She then proceeded to pull Patrick along side his father's bed.
Noah was fully conscious now and he didn't look too happy to see his son.
Robin didn't want to get caught in another father and son battle, so she gave Patrick a quick kiss on the cheek, and said, "I'll just wait outside. Call me when you're ready to go."
Robin quickly left before Noah and Patrick could start at each others' throats and she would be forced to restrain one of them, specifically Patrick, although Noah could be just as pig-headed and stubborn.
Robin had barely left the room, when Noah said, "Bobbie told me that you donated some of your liver. You did it after I specifically told you I wouldn't accept you as a living donor. I can't…."
"Shut up," Patrick said quietly, cutting him off. "Listen to me, you self-righteous bastard. I donated half of my liver to save your sorry ass because I….I love you, alright? If you weren't going to do anything, then I sure as hell wasn't going to stand by and watch you throw your life away-although you've done a damn good job of doing that since mom died," Patrick finished angrily.
"I don't care. You still had no right to do it," Noah said.
"I'm your son," Patrick yelled, but before Noah could say anything else, Patrick started again. "I should have known this was a bad idea. I've had enough."
Patrick turned his wheelchair around and moved to the door. Luckily, he was able to open it without too much difficulty and he was relieved to see Robin there, waiting for him, just as she said she would.
"Hey," Robin said. "Um, I don't have to ask how it went. You two were pretty loud."
Patrick didn't answer, he just smiled. It had been a long day and Patrick just wanted to go back to his room and go to sleep, but instead, Robin pushed him in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?" Patrick asked, wearily.
"You'll see," Robin said with a laugh.
She wheeled Patrick to the elevator and when they got there, she pushed the down button.
"You know, Dr. Scorpio. I am pretty exhausted. This had better be good," Patrick said, teasingly.
"I know and I'm sorry, but I think you really need this."
When the ding of the elevator sounded, she pushed Patrick in and pushed the first floor button.
They waited for the elevator to come to a stop in silence; however, Patrick's thoughts were anything but.
He was so happy that Robin had come into his life. She brought out the best in him and she saw what other people didn't see; a man who went beyond sex and a man who could be decent and kind.
His feelings for her had grown over the last few months and, quite honestly, he didn't know what to do with them. He had never been in love, but he knew Robin had….with Jason Morgan. He knew Jason had hurt Robin so deeply that on some level she was still reeling. Patrick didn't want to do that to Robin. He wanted to be there for her and love her the way she deserved to be loved, but if she didn't allow him to get close to her; if she didn't remove the brick wall that was blocking her heart, then he'd have to work a hell of a lot harder to show Robin how much he loved her.
"Good, we're here," Robin said, bringing Patrick out of his reverie. "Just a little bit further."
She pushed him down the hall and, finally, opened the cafeteria doors.
"The cafeteria? You brought me to the cafeteria? This was your big surprise?" Patrick asked.
"Well, I wanted to take you outside, but I decided against it. I though the cafeteria was the next best thing," Robin replied.
She wheeled him to a vacant table, moved a chair out of the way, and once she got Patrick settled, she sat in a chair opposite him.
She inconspicuously placed her hand on the table, hoping Patrick would take it in his own and she was ecstatic when he did; however, she kept her joy in tact.
For the next few minutes, they just sat there like love-struck teenagers, staring into each others eyes.
"Robin, I…." Patrick finally said, breaking the silence.
He was unable to finish his sentence; however, as Robin quickly leaned forward and kissed him.
He closed his eyes and allowed Robin to caress her tongue against his, while he did the same. Their hands remained connected, but their grasp grew stronger and in that moment, they were oblivious to any pre-existing sounds.
Robin ended the kiss when she heard a soft chuckle coming from behind her.
"Hey guys," Elizabeth Spencer said to the two doctors. "It looks like you've grown a lot closer. Do you mind if I have a seat?" Elizabeth asked, before receiving a reply to her previous statement.
When she received a nod from Robin and Patrick, she pulled a chair in between the couple and sat down.
The trio remained in an awkward silence for the next few minutes, before Elizabeth turned to Patrick and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Surprisingly good actually. I'm exhausted, but that's to be expected. How are you, though? I heard about Lucky." Patrick said.
"I'm fine. I'm just really worried about him. He's in excruciating pain, but the doctors say he's going to be fine," Elizabeth said. "That reminds me. I want to go see how he's doing, so I'll catch you guys later."
She got up, pushed her chair in, and left, leaving the two doctors alone again.
They sat in silence, once again. Patrick felt as though it was the best way to drink in the beauty of her eyes; to succumb to her radiance.
It felt like the hundredth time to Patrick that he was looking into Robin's beautiful, hazel eyes.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul ad he wholeheartedly believed, in Robin's case, it was true. He saw in those eyes what he had neglected to see in many of the women he had slept with; feelings, actual feelings for him. He could tell that she wanted to be with him and not just for the sex, but as something more.
Just thinking about how much Robin might want to be with, made him inwardly salivate and he wondered what it would be like to make love to this incredible woman.
It was in that moment that he realized for the first time in his life, he was in love. It didn't matter to him that he was in love with the one woman he had vowed-on their first date-never to fall in love with, but to be honest, he had been fighting this attraction from the moment he laid eyes on her when she saw him naked with another woman. However; then it was only of a sexual nature. He would have loved to have gotten a beautiful woman like Dr. Robin Scorpio into his bed; he had no intention of falling in love with the woman.
Time passes, though, and the more time he spent with Robin-who couldn't stand to be in the same room as him until just recently-the more he realized he wanted more than just sex from her. He wanted love.
"Well, Dr Drake. What say we get you back to your room, shall we?" Robin said, who, in the commotion of Patrick's thoughts, had gone around back and was now placing her right hand on his shoulder.
Patrick didn't argue with Robin, which must have surprised her because she said, "No complaints?"
He let out a sharp laugh, which turned out to be more of bark. "I'm not all about making your life hell, you know and besides, if you want to take me back to my room so that we can engage in extra-curricular activities, then I'm not going to stop you," Patrick said, laughing as he saw the look on Robin's face.
She playfully punched his arm, but refrained from making any comebacks. Instead, they spent the rest of the way to Patrick's room talking about innocuous subjects such as the weather of the latest medical journal. They even got around to conversing about Noah and the transplant. They seemed to talk about everything except about their feelings for each other or where their budding relationship was headed.
A few minutes later, when Patrick was settled back in bed, Robin sat on the edge of the bed, and grasped his hand in her own.
She leaned in to give Patrick a quick kiss before going to rest her own weary body, but before she could get close enough, Patrick's lips crashed into her own.
Robin didn't think that she could ever tire of Patrick, his kisses, or what he meant to her.
She loved being this close in proximity to him. She loved being wanted for the first time in almost a decade and she loved not having to worry about her HIV.
Robin just wanted to be with Patrick. She wanted to hold him and be held by him. If she was criticized for falling in love with a man everyone knew was a heartbreaker, then so be it; she didn't much care at this point.
She could feel Patrick's hand begin its course of decent down her neck and it kept moving downward until, through her scrubs, she felt him cup the small of her breast and gently squeeze. Under the pressure she groaned slightly and moaned his name. He then began tugging at her lab coat, which she shrugged off effortlessly and it fell to the ground with a soft thump. Patrick proceeded to pull the top of her scrubs over her head, all the while still deliver fierce kiss after fierce kiss. He had pulled her top above her bra when pulled away, allowing it to slide into its original position.
"We can't do this here. We're in a hospital and you're still recovering from major surgery. Besides, don't you think it would be better if we were alone, where we can't be disturbed?"
"Okay, okay. Dr. Scorpio, here, does have a point," Patrick said, after a moments hesitation and a look from Robin that told him they weren't going to do anything of a sexual nature in the hospital, no matter how much he begged and pleaded. "In the meantime; however, why don't you get into bed with me."
Robin was shocked when he suggested it, but she was really happy that he did.
Patrick slid back the covers and moved to the edge of the bed, so there would be room for Robin's slight figure.
Robin hesitated for a moment. Although she would love nothing more than to crawl into bed with Patrick Drake, she wasn't sure it was a good idea. It was true that she no longer gave a damn of what people thought of her and Patrick, but there were bound to be consequences for sleeping with a patient. However, she went against everything that her gut was telling her and climbed into the bed.
She put her head on his chest and he gently wrapped both arms around her slender neck.
Robin moved her right hand slightly to the left side of her head and placed it on his chest as well.
For the next few minutes, she just lay there, savouring the warmth of Patrick's body beneath her.
She could feel his heart beating and his breath on her hair.
As her breathing slowed-after the initial adrenaline of her being in bed with Patrick had passed-she closed her eyes and pretty soon she had fallen asleep in Patrick's arms.