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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: Sorry it took so long to update. It might take a little longer to post chapter 10 because exams are coming up, but come summer, I'm hoping to have each chapter up fairly quickly. Hope you enjoy!
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"You should have seen his face," Robin laughed, as she told Elizabeth what had conspired that morning. "It was priceless."
Robin went back to checking Jesse's chart. The tests were definitive; he would probably never regain his memory. Unfortunately, she'd have to go tell Maxie later that day.
Robin had been so engrossed in Jesse's chart; she didn't notice Elizabeth looking at her intently.
Elizabeth could not believe she had not put two and two together before. She saw how Robin's eyes lit up every time someone mentioned Patrick's name.
"Robin," she said.
"Hmm," Robin replied, not breaking eye contact from the chart.
"You're falling in love with Patrick, aren't you?"
Robin quickly looked up-almost dropping Jesse's test results-and stared into space for a few seconds, before answering. "What? That's crazy. What gave you that kind of idea?" Robin said, as she felt her cheeks turning a hot shade of red.
"It's not that hard to figure out and now that I think about it, I should have figured it out weeks ago. It's quite funny actually; the way you two look at each other or the way you light up when his name is mentioned. You two even seem to put a huge effort into making the other jealous. I think, by now, I can recognize the signs when I see them. You're in love with Patrick Drake."
"Elizabeth, I am not, nor will I ever be, in love with Patrick Drake. I can't fall in love with him," Robin said, trying to deny it. "He's an egotistical jerk, who flirts with every woman unfortunate enough to come across his path. He would sleep with half the women in this hospital, hell, half the women in Port Charles if given the chance. Besides, he's a no commitment kind of guy. We're both in this whole relationship thing just for the sex and I'm okay with that."
"Robin, you can try and deny it all you want, but it's already happened," Elizabeth said, laughing, as she went to go check on Lucky.
Robin laughed silently and shook her head, as she reached for another chart.
"What's so funny?" she heard a familiar male voice behind her.
"Nothing," she said, as she looked into the eyes of Noah Drake. She quickly changed the subject. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, but how's Patrick?"
Robin paused. She knew Patrick hadn't been to see his father since their confrontation, where Noah had learned of what Patrick had done. "Uh, he's fine," she said hesitantly, as if unsure how much she should tell Noah. "He's at home resting right now, exactly where you should be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have patients to check on."
Robin went to push past Noah and head to Mrs. Hamilton's room-a woman who had been brought in with a sever head trauma about a week before Patrick's surgery and, thanks to his surgical brilliance, was still alive-but he stopped her by gently grabbing her arm.
"Robin, wait." He moved her around so she was now facing him. "I've had this feeling in the pit of my stomach for awhile now and I just want to clear it up with you." When he got the go ahead from Robin, he continued. "It's about you and Patrick. Do you love him?" he finished blatantly.
"What is with people today? First Elizabeth, now you? Well, I am going to tell you exactly what I told her; I am in no way, shape or form, in love with your son."
She was interrupted from her conversation with Noah by her ringing cell phone. She turned away from him and reached into one of the pockets on her lab coat. She pulled out her cell and pressed TALK
"Hello?" she said into the hand held device.
"Hey beautiful," Patrick replied.
Robin smiled. She loved the sound of his voice and just hearing it sent shivers down her spine. She could almost hear Patrick smiling on the other end.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Let's just say that if a certain doctor would let me, I'd be back at work today."
"Patrick, I remember you once telling me that life doesn't end at the doors of the hospital. You should take your own advice and enjoy this time. God knows when you'll next get time off."
"I'd enjoy it a lot more if you were here," Patrick said.
Robin laughed. "What would you do without me? Oh, by the way, I'm going to be home a little late tonight; I have an errand to run."
"Okay. I'll see you later then. Bye."
Robin hit the END button, but, unfortunately, she miscalculated where her pocket was, and her cell phone hit the floor. She bent down to pick it up, but she saw another hand on it instead.
"How many times have I told you to leave me alone?" Robin said, expecting it to be Dean. When she looked up; however, it wasn't Dean who stared back at her. "I'm so sorry," she said, taking her cell. "I though you were someone else. Thank you for my phone," Robin laughed as she put it away.
"It's okay." He went to walk away, but then he stopped and turned back to Robin. "Do you happen to know where Dr. Patrick Drake is?"
"He's not in today. Actually, he won't be in for the next few days. Why?"
"I just wanted to talk to him. I'm Dr. Bryce Scott. We were colleagues in Manhattan. Just have him call me when he gets in."
"Actually," Robin said quickly, before Bryce could walk away again, "he's staying at my house."
She rummaged in her pockets for a piece of paper and a pen. When she found both items, she wrote down her address. Bryce took the piece of paper, smiled, and headed to the elevator.
Robin turned her attention back to Jesse's chart-she had completely forgotten it was still in her hand-and was just on her way to tell Maxie the latest test results, when she saw the young woman come around the corner.
Maxie looked exhausted. Her eyes were faded-there was no light left in them-and her face was depleted of any colour.
"Maxie," Robin called to her young cousin.
Maxie looked at her and, for an instant, Robin saw a spark of hope in her eyes. Unfortunately, it didn't last long and Robin could, once again, register the pain and sorrow.
"How's Jesse? What did the test results show? Maxie was choking on the words. She needed something that Robin couldn't give her; a promise, a guarantee that everything would be alright.
"I'm sorry, but what we feared is true; the possibility of Jesse getting his memory back is next to impossible."
"No," Maxie shouted. "Don't say that. There must be some mistake. Robin, you have to go back and do more tests."
Robin shook her head. "I'm sorry Maxie."
Maxie's body went limp-she was no doubt having a hard time processing the information she had just been given-leaving Robin to catch her before she fell.
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Robin smoothed out the wrinkles in her black dress as she approached the gate to Sonny's home. Why was she so nervous? Her and Sonny had known each other for years and they had been friends for just as long. However, she hadn't been to see him since she first got back to town.
She heard feet coming from around the brick wall and saw one of Sonny's guards. She didn't recognize him from her last visit, so she concluded he must be fairly new.
"Mr. Corinthos doesn't want to be disturbed tonight. You'll have to come back later," he said, roughly.
"Well, I'm Robin Scorpio. He'll make time too see me," she persisted. She needed to talk to Sonny about Stone. It had been nearly two years since they had last talked about him, but after pouring her heart out to Patrick last night, she needed someone who she could confide in and who understood what she was going through.
Luckily, the guard had had enough sense to realize that Robin wasn't leaving until she saw Sonny. He let her through the gate and by the time she reached the house, her nervousness had ceased and she was really looking forward to seeing her old friend again, even if it was on a painful matter.
She knocked on the door and waited in the serene surroundings, while she waited for someone to open it. It didn't take long until she was greeted by Sonny's long-time guard Max.
"Dr. Scorpio, it's nice to see you again."
"Hi Max and its Robin," she smiled. "Sorry to drop by unannounced, but I need to talk with Sonny. It's important."
Unlike the guard at the front, Max let her in without asking any questions. She followed him to the double doors, leading to the den, and waited patiently while Max said, "Mr. C., Robin Scorpio to see you."
She heard Sonny reply, "Let her in."
She walked past Max, giving him a smile, and, upon seeing Sonny, she went up to him and gave him a hug. "It's nice to see you again."
"You too," Sonny said, returning the hug.
"You know," Robin laughed as she pulled away, "it's funny how we can live in the same town and never really see each other." They sat down on the couch and Robin said, "I'm afraid this isn't going to be much of a pleasant visit. I came to talk to you about a subject that's painful for both of us…Stone."
She could tell by the look in Sonny's eyes, that he had not been expecting that.
"It's been a long time," Sonny replied with a small smile.
"I know, but I really need to talk to you. It's just…last night all these painful memories resurfaced. I actually felt bad for Patrick. He…"
"Patrick Drake? What are you doing hanging out with that arrogant jackass?" Sonny interrupted.
"He's not all that bad once you get to know him." Robin paused and wiped a tear that was rolling down her cheek. "I think I'm falling for him, Sonny."
Robin felt as though she could tell Sonny anything, so she proceeded to tell him how they had almost had sex. Of her having to pull away, and telling Patrick about Stone.
Sonny listened intently until Robin had finished telling him what had her so upset. When she had finished, Sonny pulled her into a tight embrace, letting her cry on his shoulder.
"Thank you Sonny…for being here when I needed you," Robin said, as they broke apart.
"No problem," Sonny replied. "Hey, tell you what. I just finished making Michael and Morgan's favorite; spaghetti and meatballs. You haven't seen Michael in a while and you haven't met Morgan. Why don't you stay?"
"I wish I could," Robin said, getting up to leave, "but I can't. Patrick's at home and he just had surgery, so he's supposed to be resting. I have to get back and make sure he's doing just that. Maybe another time?"
Sonny nodded, expressing regret that she couldn't stay for a longer visit.
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"I'm home," she called out, heading to the kitchen table and putting a bag of Chinese food. Instead of Patrick coming to greet her; however, she felt her Shetland Sheepdog, Kenya, at her feet.
"Hey, baby," she said, petting Kenya on the head. "Patrick," she called, but when she heard no response, she went to the living room, with Kenya on her heels.
She smiled as she saw Patrick lying on the couch, fast asleep. His land was leaning over the edge of the couch, with his fingers skimming the carpet, while his other hand was resting on his chest.
Robin picked up a blanket from the arm of a chair and placed it over Patrick's resting body. She leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
For the first time since she got home, she heard the low drone of the TV and she turned around to see what Patrick had been watching before he fell asleep. It was no surprise when she saw a Yankee's game playing.
She reached for the TV flipper on the coffee table and had just turned it off, when she felt Patrick's hands grab her waist, pulling her on top of him.
"When did you get home?" he asked.
"Just a few minutes ago. I brought home Chinese in case you're hungry."
Patrick put his mouth on hers and between kisses, he said, "Forget the Chinese."
Robin moved into his body, playing with what she was able to accomplish on the small couch.
Patrick moved his mouth from hers and began placing kisses across her jaw line and, finally, moving down her neck.
The fact that, about 24 hours ago, Robin had poured her heart out, seemed to be lost on Patrick at the moment. He was the kind of person who lived in the here and the now, not in the past or the future.
He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head and rested it on his strong chest. She stroked his chest and closed her eyes, while he rubbed her back.
"I have a question for you," Patrick said.
"Hmm," Robin replied into his chest.
"What have you always wanted to do?"
Robin lifted her head and looked into Patrick's eyes. "What?"
"Just humour me and answer the question," Patrick said, with a smirk on his face.
Robin laid her head back down and though about it for a minute. "Well, before Stone died, we talked about swimming with dolphins…in the Atlantic, you know, but other than that I've always wanted to go skydiving." Robin heard what very much sounded like a laugh coming from Patrick. "Don't laugh," she said, playfully punching him on the arm as best she could for one in her position.
"I'm not. It's just…I never though of you as the kind of girl to want to go sky diving."
"Well, I do. Oh, by the way," Robin said, quickly changing the subject, "I had an interesting conversation with your father today."
"Oh great. I can only imagine how well that went. What did you two talk about?"
"Nothing, really. He just asked me if I was in love with you. Of course I told him that I wasn't. After all, we are just in this relationship for the sex, right?"
"Right," Patrick said, silently disappointed.
