Dr. Robin Scorpio has been gone for eight, long years, and decides to come back to Port Charles to work back in General Hospital with her old and new colleagues. Even though she didn't want to face Dr. Drake or Nurse Mir, she wasn't going to let the two rule her life. What happens when she comes back to Port Charles? What happens when people begin to realize that Robin is hiding something?

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-10-

"Thank you so much, Liz," Robin said with a bright smile on her face, wiping away the tear stains from her face, as she walked off the elevator.

"No problem, sweetie. Lucky and I will bring Robert over pretty soon to see Patrick. Just go ahead and see Patrick. Who knows… maybe he might remember something--- anything," Liz said, wanting to her friend to get some hope in her life right now.

"Bye," Robin whispered, as she hit the end button on her cell phone, and then placed it into her pockets of her jeans, trying to hold in the tears.

Robin had taken off a few personal days off to help jog Patrick's memory. She was still blaming her fault even though everyone was trying to tell her that it wasn't. What happened to Patrick was a complete accident and Robin was wishing that there was something she could do to bring back her boyfriend's memory. She had been at his side ever since the accident had happened three days ago.

A sigh left her lips because she knew she had to take care of herself. After all, she was pregnant with their second child. The thought of giving Patrick a little girl brought a smile over her face, as she walked down the hall of the hospital to Patrick's hospital room.

As she got to his room, she licked across her bottom lip, and she hated how she was really feeling right now because it just wasn't good for her and the baby. She had almost lost Robert the first trimester just when she'd found out that she was carrying Patrick's baby.

As she opened the door, her eyes followed to where Leyla was sitting beside Patrick in the chair, giving her man, and the father of her children a sponge bath.

"Nurse Mir, what the hell do you think you are doing?" Robin snapped, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I was just giving the patient a sponge bath," Leyla said with a smirk, looking over at Robin. "And since I am, you should leave. I will---"

"No, you will be the one to leave. I can finish up his sponge bath," Robin said, as she glared at her. "Next time you come here near Patrick, I swear I will kick your ass to the curb. Back off or have you forgot that Patrick can't stand you, Leyla!"

"Wait a minute… you said your name was Amanda," Patrick said with a raised eyebrow, glaring at the woman that was sitting next to him. "I think you better leave."

"Whatever Robin has told you, it was a bunch of crap," Leyla said, sliding the sponge over his chest.

Patrick grabbed her arm to stop her. "Get out or I will call security. Better yet… where the hell is Epiphany when you need her?"

Leyla's face whitened at the mention of the head nurse's name and she pulled away from him. "Okay, okay, I'm going."

As she watched Leyla leave, Robin shut the door. Letting out a shaky breath as she held the tears in, she hated much time Patrick had lost. She knew he was going crazy and all she wanted was to make things so much better for him but she couldn't.

Seeing that she hadn't turned around to face him, he sighed, as he looked over at her. Patrick had tried telling her that it wasn't her fault that he was injured. They would sometimes argue over the silliest, littlest things, which would bring a smile to his handsome face.

"Robin? Do you think you can finish giving me my sponge back?" Patrick asked with hope shining in his eyes, hoping that he could just have her close to him.

Robin turned around, as she saw the look on his face, and she shook her head when she saw that pout plaguing across his face. Even when he couldn't really remember her, he was still the flirt he had become since she had known him. She placed her hand on her belly, rubbing it, and she moved to the seat Leyla had left vacant.

"I'm sorry about her being in here," Patrick tells her, as he watches her dip her hand into the hot water, squeezing the water out. "She had told me she was a new nurse."

"It's okay. A lot of nurses will probably want to come in here to see the infamous Dr. Patrick Drake. I just do not want her anywhere near you," Robin admitted with a soft frown, sliding the sponge over the hard muscles along his chest. "She irks my nerves. Kelly said I need to keep my distance away from her because of the baby I am carrying."

Patrick was still in shock that this woman, Robin Scorpio, was the mother of his child. He never imagined that he would ever want to become a father. He had to admit that being a father was kind of exhilarating as well as scary at the same time.

"I still cannot believe that we have a son together and another one on the way," Patrick said in a soft voice, as he watched her move the sponge over his sore muscles.

"I want you to take it easy," Robin said, taking a seat next to him on the bed, as she missed the closeness of his body next to hers. "I don't want you to overwork yourself, Patrick. The last thing we need is for your head to hurt, sweetie."

"I will try my best to remember things but I don't remember much," Patrick admitted, as he allowed her to wash him. "I just wish I could remember the love we had from everyone has been telling me about."

Robin blushed, as she put the sponge back in the bucket of water. "We really were, but just like now, you were the most stubborn man I ever knew. That's one quality that will never change."

Not being able to help himself, he flashed her a grin, and he nodded his head. "Yeah, personalities just don't change like that. If you don't mind the question, when do I get to meet Robert?"

Before Robin could say anything, Robert ran into the room and quickly hid behind the chair in which his Mother had sat earlier. He was so scared seeing his father in bed like this, especially with the bandage wrapped around his head. His mother had told him about Daddy's accident as best as she could, so he'd be able to understand.

"Mommy?" Robert asked, looking up at his mother with his big, brown eyes.

Robin smiled down at her son, sliding off of the bed, and then sat down in the chair. As she felt Robert slide into her lap, she noticed Patrick was watching, and she gave him a small smile.

Robert turned his head to his father, pouting. "Daddy okay?"

Patrick saw this little boy and he was the spitting image of him when he was about his age. This just gave him proof that this woman, Robin Scorpio, was not a stalker or lying, and he just looked at Robert, to Robin, and then back to Robert. He still couldn't believe his eyes, as he wandered, and then knew he had to say something. He knew he needed to give his 'son' some sort of hope.

"Yes… Daddy's okay," Patrick said, giving Robert a faint smile on his handsome face, and he looked up at Robin, who had her arms around her son.

Robin was thankful that he gave Robert hope in his life. Poor Robert had cried himself to sleep from what Liz and Lucky had told her. She had also found out that the two were going to try to work out their marriage together. Robin couldn't help but to hope that she would be able to get Patrick to remember their life as a couple, colleagues, and friends.

'God, I hate that he cannot even remember anything,' Robin thought, as she noticed that Robert had fallen asleep in her arms, and she smiled softly.

Robin lifted her head from Robert's and that's when she noticed that Patrick had fallen asleep. The smile on her face wouldn't be leaving her anytime soon, especially being this close to Patrick and having Robert in her arms.

---

It had been a couple of days since Patrick saw his son for the first time. He had begun remembering things but he hadn't told Robin because he wasn't sure how to tell her and he didn't want her to get her hopes up. There was one memory he couldn't get rid of.

"What are you staring at?" Robin asked, as she began to light the candles around the room.

"Don't expect me to apologize. You're beautiful," Patrick told her, not being able to hide the dimpled grin on his handsome face.

Patrick was starting to think that was the first time where they made love. It had been raining and Robin had picked the lock when he had grabbed a big rock. He chuckled at the memory, smiling to himself.

"What are you laughing about?" Elizabeth asked with a warm smile on her face, as she walked into the room in a pair of dark purple scrubs. "Are you beginning to remember anything of your past the last, couple of years?"

"Kind of," Patrick admitted with a sheepish grin on his face.

"There was this cabin, it was raining, and---"

"Say no more," Elizabeth said, as she took a seat in the empty chair next to his bed. "Emily, Lainey, Kelly, and I all know about your first night of mind-bending sex."

"How'd you know? Did Robin tell you?" Patrick asked, as he leaned back against the semi-flat pillow, groaning a little bit, as he sighed. "Can't I get a fluffier pillow? This one's too flat?"

"That's the fluffiest one we've got. You just got it fifteen minutes ago," Elizabeth laughed, shaking her head, as she looked over at him, thinking that he was doing a lot better. "Anyway, does Robin know about these memories that you're having?"

Patrick looked down at his lap and he let out a sigh. "No, I haven't had the courage to do it. I am afraid I won't be able to remember anything else, Elizabeth... and I really don't want to give her false hope, either. That's the last thing I want to do to her."

Elizabeth grinned when she heard the words leave his mouth. "You still love her, don't you, Patrick? The old Patrick wouldn't be talking about Robin this way. The current one would risk his life for the mother of his child, as well, as the love of your life."

"I don't really know her but I get these feelings," Patrick admitted with a deep sigh leaving his lips, as he stared at his hands. "I'm not even sure if she still cares about me…"

Just then, door to his hospital room opened and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. Robin walked into the room with a duffel bag, a small bag of food, and two pillows under each arm. One was his racecar pillow and the other was a big, fluffy one.

"Yes," Patrick said getting excited, throwing the hospital pillow to the floor, motioning for Robin to come closer to him. "I need some comfort, as these pillows are simply horrid here! Robin Scorpio, you are the best. Thank you for saving me to have some comfort."

Robin walked closer into Patrick's room, laughing slightly, as she looked at them. "Oh wow, how long has he been acting like this, Liz?"

"I'm not sure, but since I came here fifteen minutes ago, he's been whining," Elizabeth scoffed, as she hit Patrick with the pillow, and then exited the hospital room leaving Robin and Patrick alone.

"Don't worry about her," Robin said with a smile, setting the duffel bag in the empty chair, and placing the small bag of food on top of it. "She is always like that but she means well. How are you feeling, anyway?"

As Robin put the pillow behind his head, he sighed in relief, and he knew he should tell her the truth about him being able to remember some parts of his life that he had actually forgotten.

"Well, I've kind of remembered some parts of my life," Patrick admitted, sliding his back right against the soft, fluffy pillow. "Thank you for my pillow, Robin. I really do appreciate it very much."

When Robin heard that he was remembering things, she looked down at him when she took her spot on the empty spot on his bed beside him.

"What kind of things do you remember?"

"Well, I am getting all sorts of images, but there was one memory that I just cannot stop thinking about. Did we ever go to some cabin? It was raining and you had to pick the---"

"Lock," Robin finished for him, as she looked down at her lap, and then looked back over to him. "It was the day...Our first time together...The first time we ever made love..."

"Oh," Patrick said, as he pushed her chin up, so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "I am just so glad that I told you. Maybe I will begin to remember more than that memory. I really, really want to know everything of my life these last, several of years."

"I hope so," Robin said, rubbing her stomach, and then grabbed the bag of food from Kelly's. "I know how much you have always hated hospital food, so I went to Kelly's."

"Robin, you really didn't need to go out of your way, and---"

"You're my boyfriend, Patrick, and I would do about anything for you," Robin admitted with a blush on her face. "Besides, I was hungry, and I decided to get some food for me too. This bag just isn't just for you."

"Aw and here I thought you were spoiling me," Patrick whispered into her ear, placing a kiss against her neck.

Feeling him kiss her, she shivered, as she hadn't felt her lips on her in a while.

"No Patrick, you're just special in your own, little way."

"Gee… thanks," Patrick said, flashing her one of his pouts.

"And you say you don't pout," Robin said with a shake of her head, looking over at him. "How's the pillow?"

"Much, much better," Patrick said, looking at the bag of food in her lap. "So, what did you get me, Robin? I am so sick of this hospital food that I might be developing a bad case of anemia..."

Shaking her head, she laughed, and fished out two bacon burgers and two sets of fries. As she watched him grab his fries and burger, quickly unwrap it, and then take a huge bite.

"Whoa, hungry, aren't you?" Robin asked with a laugh leaving her lips, slowly beginning to unwrap her burger. "You look like you haven't eaten in the longest time."

"Mmm, it's so good, and the hospital food is just nasty, and I am getting sick of eating Jell-O all day long and then all that "mystery" meat they are insist on feeding me," He said with a pout on his face.

"I am starting to wonder if that accident just messed with your head only," Robin said, as she took a small bite of her bacon, cheeseburger.

"That's just wrong, so very wrong," Patrick pouted, taking a bite of one of his fries.

Robin missed times like these that things could be so innocent between them. The good thing was he was able to go home tonight because he was doing a little bit better, but he still needed care. This was the reason why Robin had told Dr. Ford that she'd nurse him back to health. Even though Dr. Ford said it wasn't such a good idea, she had explained that she was going to anything in her heart to make the neurosurgeon remember her, his friends, family, and their little boy, Robert Noah Drake.

"So, um, have you had any other memories of us?" Robin asked, as she looked over at him, not being able to help herself. "Or even… any of your friends, family, or even your colleagues here at General Hospital, Patrick? I just want you to be able to remember everything. I just--- wish you could remember our life together. We were really happy but you can't remember anything."

"I know, Robin, and I hope I can remember everything," Patrick said, as he looked over at her, noticing the tears beginning to well in her eyes. "I don't want you to be sad anymore like you have been these last, several of days, as that's the last thing I would want to do."

Robin would do anything to have Patrick remember everything: from the precious moment when they'd said I love you to one another, to the time when he found out Robert was his son... The joyous time when they'd told their friends and family the happy news about being pregnant with their second child.

Robin put her trash in the bag and let a sigh leave her lips. "I just wish this hadn't happened, Patrick. It's not fair at all. I want us to get everything we both deserve to have.

"Robert, our little one, and Dash---"

"Who is Dash?" Patrick asked, as curiosity struck when he heard that name.

"He's Robert's puppy. You bought him not too long ago, and just like our son...Dash, misses you, too" Robin said with a small smile on her face. "But I miss you most of all."

He could see the pain in her eyes and he wanted to do so much to make her remember everything for the two of them. All Patrick Drake was to remember the love that Robin Scorpio and him had shared, especially when he knew they had such a smart and handsome little boy or the fact that she was carrying their second baby.

"I really do wish I could remember the love we once shared with each other."

---

"Wow," Patrick said, as he looked around Robin's house again, and he saw Robin in the empty bedroom. "Is this where our baby is going to sleep?"

Robin simply nodded, as she looked around the nursery. "Yes, I know I want to do a neutral color, which will be good for a boy or a girl. I am thinking of waiting until our child is born to find out what we're having."

"Really? Usually… women want to find out right away," Patrick said with a chuckle when he stepped into the room, and he was now sitting right beside her. "But I think that will be a good idea."

Robin loved how he wasn't running, especially when they were talking about children. It was like the Patrick she came back to was still alive and she hoped she could get him to remember every, little thing. She looked around the room and smiled to herself. Robert was asleep in his bed with Dash sleeping beside him.

"Yeah, I agree. I want to be surprised," Robin said with a bright smile, as she looked out the window, and she placed her hands on her flat stomach where their baby boy or baby girl was lying.

"Well then," Patrick said, looking down at her, and giving her a small smile. "I think that the both of us will be surprised because I am not sure I will be able to keep the sex of our baby away from you."

Robin grabbed his hand and led him back to the fireplace where they had been sitting before he wanted to look around the house once more. When he sat down and pulled her into his lap, Robin sighed, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"You could never keep a secret," Robin whispered into his ear, sliding her hand onto his right shoulder, while her other hand slid up and down his chest.

"I resent that," Patrick laughed, pulling her close, hearing the wood crackling in the fireplace. "You might be right but I do want you to be comfortable around me."

"I want you to be too," Robin said, as she pulled her head away from his shoulder, feeling his hand slide upon her belly, rubbing it gently.

It was like he was back to being Patrick Drake before the drunk driver had hit him, causing him to have amnesia. All she wanted was for him to realize he could do and say anything to her. She wanted Patrick to confront her whenever he had a problem.

"I just want to remember this past year when you came back to Port Charles. Sure, I want to remember the others as well... and I want to be there for our son...for both our children," Patrick admitted with a sigh, stroking her cheek, and then looking down into her eyes.

"I know, Patrick, I know," Robin whispered into his ear and then laid her head down on his shoulder. "I just want you to be able to take each step at a time, okay?"

"I can do that," Patrick said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, knowing with Robin at his side, as well as their son and unborn child, everything would be okay."