Fair Georgie and the Unworthy One

Georgie and Logan

December 2009

"Marrying a Jackal," he grumbled, jokingly, as they stood at the reception. "Who would have thunk it, girl?"

Those were the first words that Logan Hayes spoke to Georgie Jones in two full years- since she went off to Harvard to finish her college degree after her father begged her to leave Port Charles behind. She was attacked by the Text Message Killer, her own ex, and that made her so scared and upset about the mob and what it did to good people that she transferred schools and hid out for two years. Healing. Learning to live on her own. Dating occasionally. But never making love.

Now she smiled slightly as she looked at former bad boy Logan. She had heard he'd turned himself around . Worked as a paramedic. Rented a house out south of town with a couple horses in his barn. Drove a motorcycle on weekends but his usual truck during the week. Went wake boarding in the summer and line dancing with whoever was up for it whenever he got the chance. Since Lulu had firmly moved on to Johnny nearly right after Georgie left town, that left Logan to work his way through Sam and Rebecca. Maxie had just about given up on him getting it together and settling down like Cooper already had.

Cooper was happily married to Leyla Mir.

Georgie was glad for him. And she was glad for her sister ending up with Spinelli. It hurt a little but the sting was minimal compared to the happiness she felt for Maxie. She was glowing. Transformed. Georgie wished she could ever know what that feeling was up close and personal.

She had been in love once, with her ex-husband Dillon, but it was a sweet, simple, high school love that didn't last longer than the summer after graduation. It was not the kinda of soul mingling love that Maxie had with Spinelli.

Georgie wore a sad smile when she said "Hello, Logan."

"You put all the other bridesmaids to shame, just so you know."

"Isn't one of them your ex?"

Sam.

"Yeah, so? Don't mean you ain't prettier."

"You've gotten charming. Or else I'm drunk."

"Have you been drinking a lot? Cause I'd hate to think that compliment ain't real."

"Just a few glasses of champagne."

"You here alone?"

"Sadly, yes."

"Want to dance?"

"Are you here alone?"

"Sadly, no."

She chuckled. "Some things never change."

"My date is off hooking up with her ex in the bathroom so you might as well dance with me. I could use the shoulder to lean on."

"I really hope you're joking."

He slipped his hand into hers. It was warm and strong. She felt shivers dance down her spine. That was a switch. Logan....the guy who was so angry, mean, and destructive...giving her shivers. It must be his accent, his eyes, his gruff sense of humor....and the alcohol. When it doubt, blame it on the champagne.

Logan leaned close to Georgie and murmured "Make my life. Dance with me."

So she did. And it made her life. Because she finally found the second man she wanted to sleep with. And he wasn't mean anymore.....he was just lonely. Lucky for her that in just a few months she would be a Harvard graduate, able to move back home, and take away all his loneliness for good.

The summer would be amazing. No more spending it abroad hiding from home and the bad memories. She'd spend it in Port Charles, in Logan's bed.

As the sun rose, while they were sitting in an all night coffee shop, he said "I'm gonna have to thank that Spinelli. He managed to bag your sister as his wife and get you home for the first time in years. I never figured him to be the one to help me out."

"It was just a happy coincidence."

"No," he said, reaching out to take her hand. "It was no coincidence. This was meant to be, girl."

Meant to be. She loved it when he was charming.

THE END