Patrick/Spinelli

What should I do?

This cant be good.

What if he kills me?

Patrick paced back and forth in front of Jason's penthouse; he had no clue to tell Jason that he had known that Robin was sick all this time and didn't tell him.

He was scared to say the least. Patrick heard stories about how he has killed for less and how it would be easy for him to dump the body. For the thousandth time he wished that he had told someone where he was and what he was doing.

Instead he stood at the very door of the one person who will kill him and get away with it; that was Jason Morgan, Mob Enforcer, does; he kills people and leaves no trace of evidence behind for any one to catch him.

Patrick sighed; how was he going to muster up the courage to tell the raging bull the secret that he had known for about seven months? He looked at the door and took a deep breath; it was now or never.

He knocked.

There was no answer for a while and for a moment Patrick thought that maybe he wasn't home; but right when he was turning the door slid open and revealed Jason Morgan. Or what was left of him; he looked awful, he had bags under his eyes, lost weight, and his hair was a mess. He hadn't shaved in a few days and when he looked into his eyes Patrick saw that they were blood shot.

For a moment he wondered if he had the wrong guy; if maybe by chance he was at a different apartment, waiting on a different Jason. But it was him.

"What do you want?" Jason growled at him.

"I came here to talk to you about Robin," Patrick didn't meet his eye; he couldn't meet his eye, so he kept his head down and focused on his shoes.

"What about her?"

"Well, I would feel better if we," he looked around the hall then back to Jason's penetrating gaze, "We talked inside so that no one can hear us."

Jason studied him for a long moment, as if contemplating whether or not to talk to him or go back to whatever it was that he had been doing; after what seemed like a minute Jason moved aside and let him in.

The penthouse was trashed; junk was everywhere, there were no lights on, and it had a weird odder. He cleared his throat and wondered if Jason would day something about the mess, but as always he got nothing but a stare.

'No wonder why Spinelli calls him Stone Cold,' he thought to himself as he moved to stand a little farther away from the dangerous man that could snap his neck if he wanted to.

"Stop fidgeting and tell me what you have to say."

"It was about a month ago and I heard from Robin. She told me that she hadn't been feeling well, not in the HIV way and so," Patrick looked away from him and cleared his throat, "I, um, I ran some tests to see if there was a problem and-and." Patrick couldn't finish his sentence. His mind wandered:

Flashback

This couldn't be the lab results. They just couldn't be. Patrick looked up and sighed this was going to be difficult. He slowly began to walk towards the room that Robin was patently waiting in.

Before he opened the door he took a moment to look at her. She was beautiful; always had been and always will be. She always had this certain gleam in her eye that told you that no matter how her day was going she was happy. When she talked to her patents she gave them warm and inviting smiles; when she was in deep conversation with a friend or family member, it was hard to pull her away. She cared for everyone; she had so much love in her heart.

And that was what broke Patrick's heart: he was the one to go into that room and tell a dying woman that she was about to get the gift that she had longed for ever sense he had met her.

What was he to say?

How should he say it?

When should he say it?

With a sigh Patrick opened the door to the room and walked in. he closed the door behind him and looked right into the charcoal black eyes or Robin Scorpio, the best person he had ever met.

"I got the test results back." He started, feebly.

Robin nodded and smiled, "I think I can take it."

Patrick faked smiled at her and scratched the back of his head. "Um, the results say that," he could finish the sentence.

There was an awkward silence between them and when he didn't say anything else after that Robin got worried but tried to hide it, "What is it Doc? Am I about to die today?" Robin half laughed, but the fear in her eyes never left.

He shook his head at her and sat in the chair across from where she was sitting. He tried to focus; he was a doctor for crying out loud.

"Come on Patrick, your scaring me."

"Robin, the test results say that you're pregnant."

Robin sat there in silence for a few minutes staring at him like he had sprouted a second head. Then her eyes glistened with unshed tears and she placed her hand on her stomach as she repeated: "Pregnant?" A little smile lit her face and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Patrick didn't want to ruin the moment for her but she had to be serious right now, "Robin, you know how sick you are. And that can lead to a lot of complications with the baby: miscarriage the main thing to be worried about. And what if you do have the baby before you die? What then, you're just gonna dump him or her on Jason, the Stone Cold Killer. What about the other problem where the baby does survive and continues to grow inside you and you die, what then?"

"I know! Okay, I know all of this. But, all my life I have been told that there was no possible way that I could ever get pregnant, that if I did then the baby would be affected also. So I never thought that I would ever carry a baby. Then you come in and tell me that I am about to get the best gift that I could ever receive and you ruin it by pointing out all of the down falls." She stood before him with tears running down her cheeks, she looked broken hearted and Patrick had the feeling that it wouldn't go away anytime soon.

"Robin, I-"

"NO! This was MY moment and you ruined it," she jabbed her finger at him; "You really are a heartless weenie aren't you? I was happy for a brief second there and you just had to take that from me didn't you?" She made to walk away from him and out the door but he grabbed her arm ready to make her listen to him, but she pulled back and slapped him across the face. "You touch me again and I'll have someone kill you."

He watched as Robin walked away from him and towards the elevator that was down the hall. Many people noticed that she was upset and looked at him for answers but he just shrugged and rubbed his cheek. He knew that she meant it when she said that she would have someone kill him, he could see it in her eyes.

He had done it, he had taken the glimmer of happiness that was always there right out of her eyes and he felt like shit.

End Flashback

Spinelli sat at the top of the stairs and listened as Patrick talked about him latter finding out that Robin had had a miscarriage and that she had never forgiven Patrick for what he had said to her. And if Spinelli was being honest he wouldn't have either.

How could he do that?

What kind of person did that?

What in his right mind was he thinking?

Then it slowly sunk it to him: Robin had been pregnant. She had had a baby inside her that was her own. She would have been a mother. Spinelli smiled at that; she would have been a great mother, nothing would have mattered more to her then that baby. He hoped she would have had a girl; there were too many boys in this town.

Spinelli was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a sudden crashing noise; not waiting to hear what it was he ran down the stair to see Stone Cold chocking the life out of Patrick.

He was stunned still for a second before he moved and grabbed Jason's shoulder, "Stone Cold, he's not worth it. Let him go!" The grip on the young doctor grew more firm and Patrick lost consciousness. "If you don't let him go he will die, and what if the young doctor told someone that he came over here to speak to you and he goes missing, what then? You will go to prison, you want that Jason?"

He could feel the tension in his shoulders ease a little and Spinelli kept talking to him. Finally after about two more minutes Jason had let go of Patrick and stood up.

"So much for the coffee table," Spinelli laughed at that, the first joke that Jason had told in a long time. But he could sense that there was something deeper in that statement and put his hand on Jason's shoulder.

"She never liked it anyways, said that it clashed with the furniture. She-she always said that the one in storage would look better her anyways. Perhaps this would be as good a time as any to make that wish come true?"

Jason nodded his head slowly after a moment, "Yeah, you're right. She did always like the one in storage better."

"Stone Cold, would you like to get out of here?" Spinelli asked after there was a long moment of silence.

Jason looked at him and nodded again as he gabbed his coat that was on the couch and walked towards the door. Spinelli followed after a moment of looking back of the doctor that was sprawled out on the floor completely passed out. He shook his head, what an idiot.

How did he expect Jason to react to the news, like it was fine and dandy? Yeah right. This was Jason the most temper mental person in all of Port Charles. To come here and deliver that kind of news took guts he gave the doctor that and he understood that Jason had a right to know, but did he have to pick such a bad timing? He couldn't have waited a month or so?

Spinelli walked towards that car and saw Jason already seated in the passenger seat, this had become a routine for them; whenever Jason was upset they would get in the car and go down to the docs.

Spinelli had once caught him on a bridge one time with Sonny. They both looked like they were thinking about jumping so he had run to them, yelling that life was too precious to kill themselves and that Robin wouldn't have wanted that to have happened, but they said that they weren't not going to jump. Instead it was just the opposite, they had come there to remember Robin and feel closer to her some how. They had told him stories of their time there with Robin and described the bear that she always had. It had come from Stone, a man that they both assumed that she was with now.

They drove mostly in silence and when they parked by the docs they went to the bench that they always sat on and just sat there.

Spinelli couldn't help but let his mind wander again to why she didn't tell anyone. Robin was one of his closest friends and he told her everything and she couldn't have told him that she herself was dying. It brought tears to his eyes to think about how he would never see her again; never watch cheesy black and white films with her; never get her to read a book that she could barley understand, but she would read it none the less; never get to see her smile as she walks out of the bathroom telling him that they were out of hot water; never see her light up the room; see her and Stone Cold have their little moments.

He missed her so much, he felt like a part of him was missing along with her, but he couldn't let him get pulled into the grief like Jason and Maxie. He had to be strong for them like they had been for him so many times. He knew that Robin would have wanted it.

But it still didn't stop the pain of the absence that he feels with out her presence in the penthouse. Everyone was moving on with their lives except of Maxie, Sonny, and Brenda.

Poor Brenda, she had ran away right after the funeral, not saying goodbye to anyone just leaving a note that said that she needed time to heal, that with out Robin she didn't feel whole anymore; so she left trying to figure out what she should do and when or if she was every going to be coming back to PC.

The one person that was taking it the hardest of all was Jason. He could barely pull himself out of bed and seeing Jason like this was the saddest and most heart wrenching thing that he had ever seen.

"Spinelli," The sound of Jason's voice brought him out of his thoughts. He looked over and saw that Jason was still looking at the water. "I was about to be a father and I didn't even know; she didn't even tell me she was dying and I should be mad at her, I should be furious that she had never told me either of those things, but maybe she was just trying to spare my pain, trying to make it less by not telling me of all the things that we could have had. And I have been thinking that if we did have a baby, Robin and I, if we did have one I would have wanted you to be there Godfather. And the reason I'm telling you thins is because I just wanted you to know that without you, I probably wouldn't have been able to have pulled myself together." Spinelli smiled thinking that that was the only thing that Jason would say but he was surprised when he continued to speak:

"Robin was always right about you, she said that you would be a loyal friend and you were she said that whenever I needed you that you would be there to help me. She used to say that she had never met someone with a heart as big as yours. But then she couldn't meet herself so, you come a very close second." Spinelli and Jason both smiled at that, knowing that it was a compliment no matter how it was delivered, "You're my best friend, Spinelli. Always had my back and did whatever I asked of you even if I yelled or said it in a mean fashion. You were always there; even thru the dark, lonely, long months you were here."

They were silent again for a moment when he saw Jason look at him from the corner of his eye. He turned and looked at the man with a confused look and that was when Jason said: "thank you, Spinelli, for everything."

Spinelli didn't know what to say, that was the best thing that Jason ever said to him and to here the compliments that Robin used to say about him also what just the icing on the cake. He smiled big at Jason and gave him a quick hug. When he pulled back he looked right in to Jason's eyes and said "There is no thanks needed Stone Cold; that's what friends are for. And you would have done the same for me."

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I might elaborate on how Jason felt in the next chapter, but first you have to let me know what you thought.