Full of Grace

Author's Note: This is the third chapter, and is in Dillon's POV. If you aren't caught up on the show recently, a few things might be confusing, but you should be fine. Oh and also, I forgot to mention that all chapters(well usually) are song titles. Most come from Sarah McLachlan or Jimmy Eat World, cause um that's what I picked for this story. But if you ever want to know… well just ask.

Also, it's been a couple weeks since I've updated, and a lot has happened with Dillon and Lulu. As I've said, some things in this fic will go along with the show, and I will find a way to include them. Others, wont, and they wont be mentioned. So a few things from the show are put in here. Transcripts are from TV Mega Site.

Disclaimer: I don't own General Hospital, obviously, or this wonderful couple. Just this story.

Chapter Three: Beyond Repair

"I can kiss my ELQ internship goodbye. You know how hard it's going to be to get those credits without it?" I say with a slight resemblance of bitterness displayed on my face.

"Well then why did you do that?" she asks me, the curiosity clear on her features.

"Because I told you I would distract them while you looked for evidence. I came up with the most outrageous thing I could think of… and it worked," I tell her with complete honesty. Hey, I'm a man of my word!

"You did that for me?" she asks as she looks at me intently. She looks like it's so unbelievable that I would help her. I mean, god it's her mother we're talking about. Of course I'd do it for her.

I look up at her, the beautiful girl sitting across from me, and give her one great smile. I've noticed that she's been looking a lot more at my eyes lately; I wonder if it was the glasses.

"Lulu," I start, speaking very softly with what I do believe is a slight glow on my face.

She has to understand that I'm not letting her down. So yeah, I can't exactly go running off with her and throw my college life down the drain to prove her mom's innocence, but I'm going to help her in any way I can. Just like I've always done… she has to know that. Right?

"Of course," I say to her, leaving a smile firmly positioned on my face. I think she looks… comforted by my words. I think that's a good thing.

I feel a little weird in the situation. I mean, it's Lulu Spencer. She's the one person I don't have to hide myself from. I can be honest with her. It's never weird between the two of us. I think it was New Year's. Yeah… that has to be it.

Things still haven't settled between Georgie and I, and to be quite honest, I'm not sure they will. I'm not sure they've been settled for awhile now. Things are always in the way. Things are just never right between us. I wonder if that has anything to do with Lulu and I.

People keep asking me about her. The Jackal… I mean Spinelli, questioned me about her the other day. He told me something about my feelings for Lulu. I said he was crazy.

And then there's my mother, she's always on my case. I think that she thinks I'm going to get Lulu pregnant again or something. I'm not sure. But she's also been questioning my relationship with Lulu.

I don't feel the need to answer anymore. If they can't understand that Lulu is important to me, and that I will always care about her, then they don't deserve an answer. I hate to think it, but that goes for Georgie, too.

I know I can get a little jealous of things occasionally, but this has nothing to do with it. I hate that professor guy! The fact that she's still 'hanging out' with him angers me. But that's a whole other story. The fact is that I overhead Maxie saying that Georgie was out really late at his apartment.

Anyways that's not important. What is it important… is Lulu, and apparently whatever Georgie is working on with "Pete". So if she can't understand the situation(meaning that she gets angry about me and Lulu, but also gets angry with me when I ask her about the professor), then maybe we have more problems than I realized.

"Dillon," Lulu calls to me, seeming like she's getting a little frustrated or impatient. I look up at her somewhat expectantly, wondering how long I've been thinking.

"You still here?" she asks me and chuckles a slight bit. I can sense her tone of joking.

Every time I'm around her things for so light and comfortable. It's nice to be around someone, even someone who has caused a lot of my pain and drama this past year, where I don't have to deal with anything. I can just be me.

I nod to her reassuringly, letting her know that I'm listening. "Yeah," I say as I continue to nod my head. "What were you saying?" I ask her.

"I was saying," she starts, before pausing. Her fingers are trailing up and down the glass, and I realize that someone has already brought our drinks. She's quiet. It's a serious quiet… like she's contemplating what the words will be that come out of her mouth in a few seconds.

I notice her somewhat shrug to herself. I wish I could tell what she's thinking, because I'm really not sure these days.

"I was saying," she repeats, this time more sure of herself. "Thank you," she finishes and sends me a convincing smile. I'm not sure if I'm buying it or not. For some reason, I just get the feeling that she was going to say something different.

"I should get going," she tells me as she stands up from the table and wraps her jacket around herself. "You might want to talk to Georgie," she informs me as she points to my current girlfriend standing behind the counter who is eyeing us suspiciously. Oh yeah, I forgot to say… what gives her the right?!

"She looks really mad about something."

Lulu gives me a smile, and I can tell she's being appreciative. It's nice to see this look on her. It makes me feel like all this investigating is doing something other than giving Lulu false hope and causing problems in my relationship.

I return the smile, and watch as she walks out and into the cold. I stand up as I prepare myself for the drama that is about to ensue. I realize that Georgie had shown up sometime while I was with Lulu, and obviously trapped in my own thoughts. As if we don't have enough problems now, she probably thought I was ignoring her for Lulu.

The real problem is… what if I am?

I'm stuck in a dilemma. A few of them actually. I'm not quite sure what I'm doing. Time flies by too fast, or maybe people are just moving too fast. My mom keeps questioning me on Lulu, and on what we are doing together. Honestly, I don't have answers anymore.

"Lu, I'm here. I'm helping, okay?" I tell her, wondering why she is getting so jumpy. I'm dealing with a lot these days, and I know she is too, but come on.

"Well, it's too late, Dillon. I've been up here for, like, an hour looking through floorboards and drawers and boxes, and all I found were a bunch of spider webs and two really attractive dead rats, and nothing that proves that anybody but my mom killed Rick Webber," she explains to me, still in a very not-so-nice tone. I don't like it.

"Oh, okay. So, you know, you hit a dead end. Big deal, it happens. It wouldn't be called a mystery if it were easy to solve," I explain, and realize that it came out just a little condescending. Oops. I hope she didn't pick up on that.

"Well, I wonder how you would feel if your mom went crazy over something that she didn't do," she tells me.

I feel a small something inside of me snap. I just can't take anymore. It's not Lulu, she really hasn't done anything wrong. It's everything. It's Lulu and this mystery, it's my grandfather and ELQ, and it's Georgie.

I really can't explain how upset I am with Georgie. She just keeps finding ways to pin any blame on me that she can. She points out any fault in me that she can find. She's not being supportive. If she knew what we were doing, well actually I don't know how she would react. I don't really know her at all anymore.

I'm tired of getting into these arguments with her. I'm just tired of it.

"Wow. Okay. Uh… not that it matters, but my mom's a little busy right now driving me crazy. You know my grandfather hired Sam McCall, Jason's girlfriend, to be his, like, assistant?" I ask her.

"I know who Sam McCall is, Dillon," she quickly says to me, seeming very frustrated. Now it's my turn.

"Okay. Well, maybe you didn't know, then, that my grandfather's practically paying Sam to have Jason's baby, and my mom's freaking out because if Jason and Sam have said baby, the rest of the Quartermaines, including myself, may as well not exist," I say quickly and take a deep breathe to continue before she cuts me off. I really need to get this out!

"And my mom spent god knows how long giving me a lecture on how she's going to save my inheritance, and I ditched her… I came here to help you. And not that I would, you know, expect someone like you to appreciate that or thank me, but it'd be nice if you didn't bite my head off," I tell her, my voice escalating with every word I speak.

"Okay, Dillon. Dillon, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I am just… I'm really frustrated right now, okay? I thought we were getting somewhere, and I stupidly left that datebook in my backpack-" she starts to say, before I intentionally interrupt her. It's starting to become a habit with us.

"Lulu, you're not stupid," I tell her reassuringly, and damn well mean it. I'm so sick of her thinking that she is less than she is! She needs to keep it together if we want to prove her mom's innocence.

"I just… I'm not … I'm not mad at you. I am mad at me because this is really important. It's the only thing that my mom has ever asked me to do, and I'm completely blowing it," she explains, and I really start to realize why she is upset. I'm pretty sure I would feel the same way.

I watch as she gives a deep sigh, and to me, it looks like she's starting to give up. That's just not acceptable to me… after all I am a Quartermaine.

"Okay, so you hit a setback. It's okay. Great screenplays are full of them. Now, as our protagonist, you have two choices. You can either walk away, or you can move on. Now, I vote for moving on."

I look towards her with a very sincere, and serious, smile on my face. I mean it. We can do this! I feel like I need to tap into some old Confucian powers, and give her one powerful quote.

"Me, too," she states quietly, and I realize I have won. It's very hard to win a battle with Lulu Spencer, and I just did. If I can do that, I know we can find Rick Webber's real killer.

I sigh as I fall into the chair in front of me. It's been a very long day. I kept my family in close quarters so Lulu could go snooping, once again. It was fun, actually. And that's where the long part came in. I told Lulu the truth. And I think, finally, I told myself the truth. My life isn't ELQ and business, my life is film and adventure.

She was so understanding. She was happy for me, I could see it. It's when I look towards her and saw that smile on her face, that I realized that I'm in trouble.

I realized what Spinelli told me the other day. While I'm being honest with myself, I must admit, I was jealous. When Milo showed up at Jason's, and Lulu was flirting with him, I was jealous. I sent him off quickly, and pulled out some excuse from my ass, that I can't even remember now. Back before this whole thing began, when she was hanging around her professor, I was jealous!

I didn't tell this to Georgie. How could I? It's not exactly something you say to your girlfriend. 'Oh hey Georgie. I love you, but I'm jealous of Lulu with other guys and I think I might still have feelings for her. Want to grab a bite to eat?'

Yeah. I see that going real well.

I did tell her, however, about my recent enlightenment. She's wanted me to go back to film and the real me for awhile now. I finally understand what she was saying. She seemed so happy and thankful. Almost like it fixed everything.

How could it? There's so much to fix right now. I want her to stop spending time with the professor, and she wants me to stop spending time with Lulu. Which I won't. Lulu and I are still trying to solve this, and Georgie is dealing with a lot of Maxie issues.

I tell you, right when I think this girl couldn't get any crazier… she tells everyone that she lied about being pregnant and faked a miscarriage. I have to say, that's just a little psychotic.

The point is, too much is going on right now for things between Georgie and I to just be fixed with the snap of a finger. And some days… I think we might just be beyond repair.