Along The Broken Road

by SBmelbelleGQ

Dr. Georgie Jones lives each day of her life as if tomorrow never comes. Her biggest flaw is pushing people away when they tend to get too close to her heart. She has her reasons living with an illness may be one of them. Dillon Quartermaine however, is

11. Chapter 21: Love and Fear

A/N: please scroll way down for the next chapters! smile And thanks for all of your sweet comments!

Chapter 12 - Morning After

The constant beeping of the annoying alarm clock buzzing next to his bed echoed in Dillon's ears while he deeply slept on his stomach. Spending much of his time with Georgie last night had him worn out. 6:15 in the morning came way too soon. The buzzing continued and Dillon finally awoke from his comatic deep sleep. He grunted angrily and hit the button on the digital clock. Officer Quartermaine sluggishly exited his bed, put on his comfortable pants over his boxers and found the bathroom.

Georgie yawned as she walked to the kitchen in her pajamas, heading towards the coffee machine. She was awake, but her eyelids seemed to have gained a few pounds and mistaken the ice tea mix container for the foldgers coffee. She dumped contents of the ice tea mix into the coffee filter by mistake and soon realised her mishap. She sighed frustrated.

"Great." she said, taking out the coffee filter. "Now I'll be having Lemon Gourmet."

Dillon cracked open an egg and let the insides fall onto the frying pan. He thought about calling her while his breakfast was cooking. There had to have been a reason why she gave him her number. If she didn't like him in return she wouldn't have had invited Dillon into her apartment for a night cap. Maybe Georgie was busy getting ready to go to the hospital and now might not be the best time. Dillon flipped the egg over to cook on its other side. Maybe during lunch when they're both on break would be better. Or so his mind wondered.

Dr. Jones poured herself a cup of French Vanilla coffee while the bread in the toaster was heating up. She lightly blew into the small mug to keep from burning her tongue. The phone didn't ring. It was too early for him to call. He's probably getting ready for work and it's just not the best time for him to call. Georgie thought to herself, after putting the coffee cup to her lips. Before she could think of any other scenarios of when Dillon would call her the toast popped up. Georgie set her hot drink down and rescued the burned bread out of the toaster.

Seven thirty in the morning met Port Charles, New York. Dillon ran out of coffee at his apartment and decided to meet up with Lucky at Kelly's before they both had to start their day at PCPD.

"Pass the ketchup man would ya?" Lucky asked his friend from across the table, while sticking his fork in scrammbled eggs.

Didn't you stuff your face enough at home?" Dillon joked, handing Officer Spencer the bottle of Heinz ketchup.

"No. My wife isn't exactly the best cook." Lucky answered, taking it from him.

"Pretending to like her food. One of the many secrets to a life long marriage." Officer Quartermaine theorized, ripping open a pack of sweet n' low sugar.

"Exactly." agreed Lucky, squirting the ketchup on the side of his eggs. "Remember that Spike when its your turn." he finished.

"Yeah, like I'm ever gonna be taking marriage advice from my best friend whose been married and divorced more than once." Dillon scoffed.

"Elizabeth and I, have a very unique relationship." Lucky defended before taking another bite.

"I know." said Dillon, putting his spoon down.

"So, what else happened with you and miss Dr. Jones last night besides playing tonssil hockey in the rain?" asked Lucky, dipping his food in the ketchup.

"Nothing really. We went back home and she uh," Dillon began. "she invited me into her place for awhile."

"Score." said Lucky, chewing his food.

"No no, bonus points." Dillon corrected. "I didn't sleep with her if that's what you're thinking."

"I wasn't." Lucky swore. "I know you're not the one night stand type of guy." he continued, reaching for his coffee. "You went to college a virgin remember." he stated. Dillon was silent, and soon continued to tell his friend about last night.

"Anyway," Dillon hostily continued while looking at Lucky. He had to bring up the virgin memory. Dillon then folded his arms on the table and spoke. "We had a few drinks and started talking about - everything. When I was with Georgie last night, man, I don't think I ever laughed so much or had a great time out in practically forever." he admitted.

"Wow. And this coming from the same guy who last told me a few days ago that this date will probably be just another lowsy hook up." said Lucky.

"Eat your eggs." Dillon hushed him. "We have to report to duty in ten minutes." he finished, picking up his coffee cup.

"You seeing her again?" Lucky asked, collecting more scrammbled eggs with his fork. Dillon took a sip of java, procrastinating. He definatly wanted to if Georgie agreed.

"Maybe." Dillon answered, setting his cup back down.

Maxie just about had it. She felt as if she was losing her mind. Today was going to be another long never ending one. She wasn't going to have time to do laundry because one of the twins will probably be fighting or asking her to play tea party before dinner and after she comes home from work. Jesse promised he won't be home too late this time tonight, so her shoulders became less heavy. Maxie poured milk in her daughter Erica's cereal while the coffee was being made, eggs were cooking and toast was burning. Jesse came to the bread's rescue and popped it up from the toaster. A knock at their front door caught four year old Grace's attention and she put down her spoon while some milk dripped from her small chin.

"I'll get it!" Grace yelled and slid off her chair, running out the kitchen and towards the front door of their blue house.

"Look through the mailslide first Gracie!" her father yelled back, buttering four pieces of golden brown toast.

"Two hands pumpkin." said Maxie, instructing her other four year old daughter while handing the child a bowl of cheerios. The woman at their front door bent down to eye level with Grace through the mailslot on the lower middle part of the storm door.

"Hi Gracie, it's Aunt Georgie." Dr. Jones told the toddler.

"Hi Aunt Georgie!" Grace excitedly said back. "You come in." she added, reaching her little hand up to the doornob and turned it. The child soon found Georgie's waist and hugged her tightly.

"Good morning." said Georgie, picking up her blond haired niece.

"G'mornin. You want some Cheerios?" Grace asked her, while playing with the ends of her aunt's darker hair.

"Umm.." Dr. Jones thought outloud. "Do you have Lucky Charms still?" she asked, as she carried her niece on her hip into the farther room.

"Yep. I'll get you some." Grace volunteered.

"Okay." said Georgie behind a smile. She kissed Grace's cheek and put her down on the tiled kitchen floor. Grace immediatly went to a lower cupboard.

"Good morning." Dr. Jones announced to her family. Jesse and Maxie replied the same comment.

"Aunt Georgieee!" Erica sang happily, running over to her only aunt.

"Hi sweetpea." Georgie smiled, and scooped her youngest niece up in her arms placing a kiss on the child's left cheek. Erica squeezed Georgie tightly with her small arms wrapped around behind her aunt's neck.

"You want to um," Erica swallowed, then breathed again. "You want to play tea party with me and Gracie and Mommy later?" she continued after they released from their hug.

"You know I'd love to honey, but I have to work late tonight. I'm sorry." Georgie regreted, holding Erica on her hip.

"Okay." Erica said disappointedly.

"I can have a tea party with you girls tomorrow though." Georgie promised, recognizing the sad look on her niece's face. "How's that sound?" she added.

"Good!" Erica happily said.

"K." Georgie smiled, and put her niece back down.

"So.." Maxie grinned at her baby sister from the couner while holding a plate of toast in her right hand. "How'd it go last night?" she finished.

"Ugh Maxie," Georgie rolled her eyes. "I just got here and already you're starting with that." she said, hanging her purse on the back of an empty chair.

"You knew she was going to ask you G the minute you stepped foot in this house." Jesse reminded, pouring two cups of coffee.

"True. Last night was," Georgie searched for words. "great." she said, then sat down in the empty chair next to Erica.

"Coffee?" Jesse asked his sister-in-law when he turned around.

"Just a little. Thanks." replied Georgie.

"Great?" Maxie repeated, setting the plate down in the middle of the kitchen table. "That's it?" she wondered.

"No." Georgie answered, her hand cupping the side of her face while her elbow rested on the table. "It was amazing." she smiled shyly, taking her hand back down on the surface.

"Good to hear. I told you it'd be worth it, giving Dillon a chance." said Maxie.

"What'd you do last night Aunt Georgie?" Erica looked up at her while chewing the cereal.

"I kissed a cute boy." Georgie answered, lowering her head at Erica's level and resting her forehead on the top of the child's.

"Ewww.." Erica and her twin sister said in unison, causing the adults in the room to crack another smile.

"Thats gross." announced Grace.

"Why? He was very cute." said Georgie to her nieces.

"So.." said Erica.

"I kiss Daddy." said Maxie, sitting down with them holding two cups of coffee in her hands. She knew how her sister made hers. French Vanilla creamer with two packets of Sweet N' Low sugar.

"Eww.." giggled Grace, looking up at her mother.

Time flew by in an instant. Jesse finished breakfast with his girls he liked to call them, and put his plate in the sink. He gave the twins each a kiss on the cheek and saved one for his wife of eight years.

"Bye." he kissed Maxie on her lips.

"Bye. Be careful." said Maxie when their kiss broke.

"I will Max. I'll be home after one." he promised.

"Okay." she said.

"Bye Georgie." Jesse said to Dr. Jones

"See ya later." she answered back.

"I'm not gonna have to pound Dillon's face in am I?" he asked her while putting on his uniform jacket.

"No, please dont." she giggled happily. "He was very sweet and I kinda like his face the way it is." she added.

"Alright I wont pick on him. Much." said Jesse, leaving the kitchen.

"Bye Daddy!" said the twins one after the other. Jesse yelled back a goodbye from the doorway.

Maxie helped Grace down off the chair, while Georgie helped Erica and the twin girls raced to the sink, putting their empty bowls where they were taught belonged. After the identical twins left the room to go upstairs and pick out clothes to wear at daycare, Maxie was ready to get the rest of the juice on her younger sister's date last night.

"Oh yeah." Maxie exhaled a slight laugh. "I'm sure you were both paying attention to the movie." she finished, with food tucked on the inside of her cheek.

"Some of it." Georgie grinned, holding her coffee cup. She'd need all of the caffene she can get today to help her stay awake and alert during the night shift. Not to mention her mind anticipating Dillon's call. Hoping he will. Georgie took another sip of her warm French Vanilla gourment drink before speaking again. "To tell you the truth Max, I never thought I'd have such a great time with him last night. Considering all of the other so called dates I've been on before." she said, taking a slice of toast left on the plate.

"Good. You're welcome." said Maxie, chewing her food. She then swallowed. "You probably wouldn't have went for Dillon if Jesse and I didn't give you a little push." she finished.

"Oh well pat yourself on the shoulder there." Georgie sarcasticly said, then smiled to let her big sister know she was only joking. Maxie patted herself on the shoulder and took a sip of coffee.

"Did he kiss you first?" Maxie woundered, as she put her cup back down on the tan kitchen table. Georgie was silent, remembering the cinematic moment of her lips touching Dillon's.

"Yeah." Georgie answered, another smile lighter than before crossed her face. She brought her brown eyes down to the coffee cup and slowly ran her thumb along the rim. "After he caught my fall when I tripped in the parking lot." she grinned.

"Oh jezz." said Maxie. "Cluts." she added.

"I know." Georgie agreed. "It was raining last night and I mean, pouring hard." she looked up at her sister. "I was shivering a little." she continued, taking the spoon out of her coffee cup. "Dillon definatly kept me warm."

"I bet." Maxie grinned, then wipped the toast crumbs off of her mouth and continued to listen to her sister's night with a police officer.

"We just starred at each other for awhile. Then he sorta, brushed the wet hair away from my face.. and I had my hand clentching his shirt." Georgie narrated, reliving it and glancing over at the time on the microwave. "He cupped my cheeks, and within seconds we kissed." She looked back at Maxie. "In the rain. Outside of the movie theater parking lot." Georgie finished, her face beaming with happiness already.

"So romantic." Maxie sighed with a soft smile, her arms folded on the end of the table. "I'm really glad you had a great time last night, you deserve it."

"Yeah. I just," Georgie paused. "I dont want to get my hopes up again. For another let down, or get too attached to Dillon that later we might - " she rambled, only to be interrupted by her sister.

"Don't do that." said Maxie. "Don't go doing what you always do.. whenever you even allow yourself to like a guy as great as Dillon. They don't come around to often." she said.

"I know. I just can't help it Max I'm - affraid of getting hurt again." said Georgie, then took a bit of toast.

"Tough crap sis. Deal with it. You think I never got hurt in past relationships before Jesse and I?" Maxie compared.

"No. But -" Georgie answered.

"Okay." said Maxie. "So just -"

"You were never cheated on or nearly beaten to death by any of your ex boyfriends either." Georgie interrupted her from speaking further.

"No I havent. And I wish you never did either. Believe me, I wanted to kill Brody with my own two hands for hitting you." said Maxie, emphasizing strongly. There was a pause. Georgie tried to block out the memory of her abusive exboyfriend. Maxie noticed. She regreted ever bringing his name up again. She then continued adivice to her baby sister. "Georgie just be happy, and let yourself be that way with Dillon. From what you've told me and how he obviously makes you feel, enjoy it. No matter what you think might happen between you two in the future." she finished, picking up her coffee cup. Georgie was quiet, knowing Maxie was completely right. She sipped more French Vanilla.

"You do like him right?" Maxie asked, then tasted her caffine. Dr. Jones chewed her food. She thought about her sister's question and was able to give an honest answer. She definatly had some kind of feeling towards Officer Quartermaine. The same guy she dispised for never allowing her to sleep after she came home from work, while he was making acessive noise unintendedly in his apartment above her. The exact same 'jerk' who gave her a speeding ticket. Although she knew she deserved it. She got to know this jerk. Especially last night. Something was there between them. When they talked at dinner and laughing at some joke one of them would make. The way Dillon held her close to him when she became cold in the movie theater. Opening doors for her. Pulling out her chair at the restuarant. The kiss they shared in the pouring rain which made her whole body tingle. Whatever it was, Georgie knew she saw the real Dillon Quartermaine that night. Not just the jerk who was doing his job when they first met.

"He's okay." Georgie answered her sister behind a soft stretch of her lips, taking another bite of toast

Chapter 13 - The Friends Episode

Just a few more hours left of his long day and Dillon was happy he'd have a good reason to look forward of returning home. For the past few weeks he found himself feeling this way. All because of some girl he met under the most simple situation. Throughout each day he spent his time with Georgie when neither of them were working, Dillon realised to himself just how much he easily began to like Dr. Jones. It was the little things Georgie did or said and even her features that he grew to adore. The way she chewed her food when he took her out to eat or they'd share a meal at one of their apartments. The laugh she produces when something amuses her that makes her small nose slightly scrunch. How the contour of her petite body fit perfectly in his arms while sitting on the couch and watching a movie marathon. The sweet scent of her perfume and her Dove shampooed hair. Her dimples embedded on both sides of her cheeks when she smiles. Most of all how comfortable she makes him feel in the presence when their together. Thinking about her from time to time when they're not. Dillon did not doubt for a second he was obviously already falling in love with her too. It was just too soon for him to be completely sure, and he didn't want to wreck anything between them if Georgie found out his deep feelings just yet.

Dillon hated nights like this. Stuck at his desk and taking statements from eyewitnesses when he wanted to be out on the town with Lucky, where all of the bad guys come out to play. He figured he was currently on Mac's unofficial non fan list since Dillon has been seeing his daughter and crime fighting was no longer his duty tonight. However, that would be unfair and cruel of Comissioner Scorpio to deny Dillon of hunting down criminals just because he's involved with Georgie. She's an adult and has been for four years now. Dillon did get his adventure of capturing criminals with Lucky after all all night. Only at this hour, he wasn't needed outside of the station.

"Why don't you stop waisting our time and save your ass by telling us the truth." said Jesse, warning Ric Lansing who sat in the interigation room across the table from Mac.

"I did! And I already told you I'm innocent." Ric swore, handcuffed while raising his voice at the law inforcers.

"According to evidence Mr. Lansing and your unjustifiable alibi," Mac began, with strong emphasis in his words. "you could be facing a guilty charge." he finished.

"This is ridiculous," Ric shook his head and readjusted himself in the chair. "I'm not responsible for my brother's murder attempt."

"Oh c'mon Lansing, you even pulled the classic sting from a mob film." Dillon pointed out. "Hiring someone to do it so the blood isn't on your hands. But you slipped up and got sloppy, and now your caught." he leaned his back off the wall and walked with his arms folded.

"We have your phone records you made calls to every person who you spoke to the night before Sonny was almost killed." implied Jesse.

"And what do you know?" Dillon joked, standing in his last step. He put his hands down on the table and faced Ric. "Two of those calls were from your pal Trevor."

The two characters inside her television set were panicing and chasing a bus to rescue their friend's baby son still on board. Georgie had just come home an hour ago from her late night shift at the hospital, took her meds, and sat on the couch in her living room catching up on marathon episodes of Friends. She caught herself thinking about Dillon during commercial breaks and plenty of times at work. All the time at work to be exact. She knew it would happen the more they got to know each other and spend moments together. The feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Liking everything about him and the effect of happiness he had on her. Loving his imperfections. She hadn't felt this happy with anyone in a long time either. Georgie began to realise she'd find herself even missing him from time to time when they weren't flirting or teasing each other like two kids at a playground. Hearing his voice on the phone during every call seemed to help make those feelings of loneliness disappear. Snoopy rested her small furry head on her owner's lap while Chandler and Joey found Ben at Human Services. Another baby on the show in an adjacent crib looked similar to Ben.

"Please tell me you know which one is our baby." Chandler said to one of his best friends.

"Well that one has ducks on his tshirt and this one has clowns. And Ben was definatly wearing ducks." Joey answered."Okay." Chandler said, relieved.

"Or clowns." Joey added. "Wait ! This one is definatly Ben," he pointed to the infant. "remember he had that cute little mole by his mouth?"

"Hey Ben remember us? Okay the mole came off. What are we gonna do? What the hell are we gonna do?" Chandler asked his friend now."Uh, uh..we'll flip for it." Joey suggested quickly. "Ducks or clowns."

"Oh we're gonna flip for the baby?!" Chandler hostily asked.

"You got a better idea?!" Joey asked back in the same way.

"Alright call it in the air." Chandler said, taking a quarter out of his pocket.

"Heads." gambled Joey, as the coin was tossed in the air. Chandler caught it and flipped the quarter on his hand.

"Heads it is." revealed Chandler.

"Yesss!" Joey said in truimph, making two fists. "Phew." he exhaled loudly.

"We have to assign 'heads' to something!" Chandler reminded his not so bright friend.

"Oh right. Alright uh.." Joey thought outloud. "Ducks is heads because ducks, have heads." he concluded. There was a small pause and Chandler looked at him.

"What kind of scary ass clowns came to YOUR birthday?" Chandler strongly asked, causing the audience to laugh and Georgie doing the same. There were three rings until she found the black cordless phone hidden in the same living room.

"Hello." Georgie answered.

"Hello Ledfoot," a husky male voice replied. "What's your favorite scary movie?" he finished.

"You know you gave yourself away mister pranker with that opening line." said Georgie, recognizing who he really was.

"Damn. Well I only had fifteen seconds to think." Dillon said on the other end of the reciever, tossing a pen back inside a cup on his desk.

"Whatta you doing goofball?" Georgie lightly smiled while sitting next to Snoopy on the couch, her legs lounged down to almost the other end of the couch and her back resting against a pillow.

"Nothing." Dillon answered, leaning back on his chair. "Waiting to go home and leave this boring place." he finished.

"No crime fighting action tonight?" she asked, glimpsing the next scene of her favorite show.

"Nope." he replied, his hand behind his head.

"Poor you." she teased, crossing her ankles on the couch coushins.

"How was GH?" Dillon asked while he lounged in his chair with wheels.

"Long but okay I guess. I had my first major surgery today." Georgie told him proudly.

"Nice..Did the patient live?" he teased back.

"Yes. And if it weren't for my help Quartermaine you'd still have a bullet trapped inside your body." Georgie reminded him, playing with the ends of her hair as it wrapped around her finger.

"By the way thanks for that." said Dillon.

"Yeah." she smiled.

"What are you up to tonight?" he asked her.

"Nothing. Just sitting in my lovely loney apartment with hardly any food because of you," she answered. "and watching Friends." she finished.

"You and that damn show." Dillon joked.

"I know." Georgie agreed, petting Snoopy by her right side. The phone lines became quiet on each end. "So what are your plans after work tonight?" she asked him.

"Well I was hoping to spend the rest of the night with my girlfriend." said Dillon, taking his hand out from behind his head and still leaned back in the leather chair.

"Your girlfriend huh?" Georgie smirked, tracing the wrinkle in the couch with her fingertip. They never defined their relationship of over three weeks, until now.

"Yeah. I'm sure you know her. She's beautiful. And a pretty funny doctor. Smart but can't make a decent meal." said Dillon.

"Very true." Georgie acknowledged.

"I kind of miss her." Dillon confided. Both phone lines were silent again.

"I miss you too." Georgie told him.

"So I'll see you in about an hour, your place?" Dillon asked.

"It's a date." she confirmed. "And bring some food you owe me." she added.

"No problem. Bye." he smiled happily.

"Bye." Georgie replied back the same way and hung up the phone.

Two and a half hours swooped by, and Georgie welcomed her current boyfriend into her apartment. Normally they'd go out to the movies or have a few drinks at some club. Tonight was just one of those nights when all they wanted to do was stay home and relax together. The coffee table was covered in empty plates of Italian food, and two glasses of white wine stood next to napkins and the television remote control. Three DVD cases layed near Dillon's crossed feet covered in white cotton socks on the same table. Georgie found a comfortable place next to him with her head on his broad shoulder and her arm lazily drapped over his tight abdomen. He held her protectivly as they watched a classic film rented on DVD. Something was bothering Georgie. Dillon had a huntch something was on her mind and it caused her to be not herself. She'd usually talk about how great that scene was or lack there of. Discuss the best parts of the film so far and Dillon would tell her to be quiet or agree with what she said. Tonight she was just different. He needed to find out what was bothering her. Dillon felt Georgie's hand move up to his chest and stop in place to settle. He slowly ran his fingertips up and down her bare arm that was opposite his chest.

"You okay?" Dillon quietly asked while looking down at her. "You've been kinda quiet all night." he finished. Georgie kept her eyes on the TV screen, not paying any attention to the storyline. She then spoke.

"No." Georgie replied, barely audible. "I'm not. I'm not okay Dillon." she confided.

"What's wrong?" he asked her, looking at her brown hair while still gently dancing his fingers along her soft skin arm. Georgie slowly closed her eyes and fought the tensness in her throat. "C'mon G you can tell me anything." he said when she was silent. Georgie opened her deep brown eyes and made tiny circles on Dillon's chest with her fingertips.

"I'm sick." she tranquily said, her glossy brown eyes starring down at her boyfriend's chest as she softly made more tiny circles. There was a slight pause.

"You're sick." Dillon repeated, comprehending. "Okay. Do you need any like, Pepto Bismal or some -"

"No." she interrupted him. "No it's nothing like that." she raised her head off of his shoulder and looked up into his chocolate brown eyes. He saw her deep browns becoming tearful. And it wasn't from the movie this time.

"It's serious isn't it." Dillon stated, as she removed herself from laying next to his body and sat up. She nodded, looking down at her hands.

"Yeah." Georgie answered. "It's serious." she repeated him, playing with the hairtie on her left wrist.

"I'm listening." Dillon reminded her, his right hand on her lower back. Georgie's bottom lip quivered and she tucked it in. She inhaled air and released her bottom lip.

"I have breast cancer." she uttered, almost to a whisper. Dillon was now the silent one. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He then swallowed hard and spoke.

"H-How," he studdard. "How long have you known?" he asked, sitting up on the couch with his hand still resting on her lower back.

"Seven months." Georgie answered, then turned her head to meet Dillon. He softly brushed the hair away from her tearfilled eyes, signaling to her his support and comfort. "I was getting ready," she swallowed in her tense throat. "to go out with Maxie and Robin and my friend Amye from med school, to celebrate my victory at starting an internship at General Hospital." she looked down at their now joined hands. "After I got out of the shower I dried off and - felt this," she wipped her right cheek with her other hand. "this quarter sized lump in my left breast." her voice broke. Dillon was at a lose of words. He did not like to see her this way. Especially crying. He gently rubbed his thumb along the surface of her hand.

"Have you been taking any treatment for it? I know that usually slows down the cancer cells right?" he asked her. She nodded.

"Chemotherapy." she looked up at him. "I've been doing every single treatment possible."

"That's good. Thats good. You'll beat it, Georgie." said Dillon, still sweeping his thumb along her skin. "Lots of women do." he finished. She lowered her head slightly and allowed the tears to meet her cheekbones. She didn't have the energy to hold back anymore. Georgie brought her deep brown eyes back up at her boyfriend.

"My mom didn't." she murmured. "And I'm really, really scared that I'm going to end up just like her." Georgie broke down in tears.

"Hey, hey." Dillon moved closer to Georgie and delicatly touched the side of her wet face. "Stop. You're not going to Ledfoot. Alright?" he cupped her other cheek in his palm. "Look at me." he said when she turned away. She then obliged and returned her eyes at him. "You'll beat this thing." Dillon encouraged her. "And I'll be with you the rest of the way. We'll beat it together." he promised, holding both of Georgie's cheeks in his hands. She smiled lightly and closed her eyes behind a soft weep when he gently pressed his lips against her forehead. Dillon then placed a kiss on the tip of her nose and soon found her lips. Georgie sniffled, kissing him back.

Chapter 14 - The List

No matter how many times she watched this movie with Dillon or even alone, she always managed to shed a tear at this particular scene in Titanic. Dillon found it to be sad and romantic as well, but at this point he couldn't feel remorse again for the two lovers after watching Rose promise Jack she'll never let go for the one hundred billionth time. He wasn't insesitive. Just able to play this entire movie in his head. Thanks to Georgie. He didn't mind watching this or any other chick flick she'd pick out during thier many movie dates. Just as long as he has his turn too.

"Jezz ledfoot you're like a bottomless pit." Dillon said, taking what was left of the popcorn inside the bag.

"Shh." Georgie silenced him while giving the JiffyPuff to Dillon. "I wanna hear this part. The medication makes me hungry." she whispered.

"You already know what they say to each other." Dillon whispered back, then welcomed the food in his mouth.

"I dont care. Sh." she nudged his arm with hers as they both sat closely together on the sofa. Before the next scene began with Rose now being rescued by a boat, the TV went out with the lamp. Georgie gasped.

"What the hell?" Dillon asked, chewing the rest of the popcorn.

"Are you sitting on the remote?" Georgie questioned her boyfriend, looking for it.

"No it's on the table." he answered her while putting a small throw pillow back down against the arm of the couch. Dr. Jones realised what might be the cause of loss of power and sighed angrily, finding her seat in the dark next to Dillon. "What's today?" she asked him.

"Uh.." he thought outloud. "Thursday. The twenty second. Why?" Dillon finished.

"I was supposed to pay my electric bill yesturday." Georgie remembered, her head falling back onto the top of the sofa as it was hugged by the softness of coushin.

"Oh. Sucks to be you." Dillon joked, reaching for his drink on the coffee table. Georgie picked her head up and looked at him.

"Its your fault Quartermaine." she told him. Dillon scoffed and swallowed the beverage.

"My fault?" he repeated, setting his glass back down. On a coster to avoid him facing a penalty from his neat freak girlfriend.

"Yes." she answered. "If you hadn't distracted me yesturday at work by visiting me during my lunch break, I would have remembered to write out that check."

"Thats typical. Blame the man." Dillon defended, flirting back.

"C'mon man and help me find some candles." Georgie said, getting up.

"Alright." said Dillon, taking his legs off of the middle table. "Where'd you stash them?" he added, following Georgie into the next room.

"Where I keep all of my drugs and wacky weed." she answered, walking down the small hall of white walls. Dillon smirked at her joke, walking behind her then wipped it off of his face.

"You don't really have any marijuanna in here do you Miss Jones?" Dillon asked sternly, while they searched for a flashlight in the closet. "Because I could arrest you for drug posession." he finished with his hands inside his front jean pockets, standing behind Georgie. She turned her head and gave him a serious look, however knowing he was only joking. Again.

"No you wont. Catch." Georgie said, tossing him a flashlight.

"How do you know that for sure?" Dillon caught it and turned it on.

"I just do." she answered, while he walked towards her and joined Dr. Jones in the dark closet.

"Mhm." Dillon believed her, agreeing in his throat.

"Besides, if you did arrest me I might enjoy it a little too much being handcuffed." Georgie confessed her kinky sin, snaking her arms around behind his neck.

"Really?" Dillon wondered outloud, his eyebrow raised slightly and his hands finding her perfectous hips while he still held the flashlight in the other.

"Really." She answered quietly, then teased his lips with hers. Georgie soon opened her mouth further and invited her boyfriend's tongue inside the cave to massage it with hers. Soft pecking noises were able to be heard by dust bunnies in the dark closet as the couple continued to frenchly kiss up against the closet wall. Dillon released her lips and tickled her jawline with his lips. Her heart raced for him as well as his bet faster for her. Georgie silently exhaled.

"Number three." She whispered behind a smirk.

"What?" Dillon whispered back against her skin, and then looked at the siloheutte of Georgie's face. She knew he had to have been confused as to why she would whisper out a number and not his name this time.

"I was just thinking about this list I made up months ago. All the things I want to do before I die. And us, here, like this is my number three." She quickly kissed Dillon before speaking again. "To do something spontaneous during a blackout." Georgie finished.

"Interesting." said Dillon. She smiled. "What about number one and two and .. however many more -" he added.

"Five." she said, answering his question. Dillon nodded.

"You know I dont like to hear you talking about dying Ledfoot." said Dillon, holding her waist and then bringing his eyes back at her face.

"I know. But it's just my to-do list." Georgie crossed her left wrist over her right, with her arms hidden behind Dillon's neck. "Ride in a hotair balloon..kiss in the rain..maybe get a tatoo, get married in my mother's white wedding gown, and buy the ugliest," she said so strongly. "oldest house in Port Charles and fix it up so I can raise a family in it with my husband oneday." Georgie finished.

"Wow. Alot to do Dr. Jones. Well, there is one thing on that list of yours we already accomplished." Dillon reminded her. It wasn't pitch black in the closet considering the door was open, and he could see the smile on her face as she remembered the moment in the rain on their first real date.

"I guess I'll have to scratch that one off now." Georgie suggested, her hands slidding down to his tight chest underneath his deep red graphic teeshirt.

"Guess so." Dillon agreed, taking her hands in his and walking backwards out of the closet as she followed him. Neither one of them thought to go over to Dillon's apartment upstairs instead where they'd have electricity. There was something about the atmosphere of the candlelit living room and kitchen that both of them much rathered. Being in each other's presence was a hell of alot better than watching any movie.

Chapter 15 - Barefoot In The Park

Injecting needles into patients, taking blood pressure, reading an x-ray on a broken bone, was nothing compared to an operation. They were tricky and sever. Georgie had the patience and intellegence to handle it. She only mastered four in her career. With her mother's genes and Robin's guidance, Georgie was definatly on her way to becoming one of the best surgeons. She already had the skills of a great young doctor.

"Suction please." Dr. Jones ordered behind her white mask, helping a woman on the operating table from dying of ovarian lympos by removing the female's ovaries. Nurse Amye Lea suctioned out the access blood for Georgie with a special tube. Robin Drake stood next to Dr. Jones and was the one assisting her this time. Thirty four minutes later, success. Georgie was now ready to close up the incision. Nurse Emily Quartermaine handed Dr. Jones the bandages when the stitches were complete.

"Okay." Dr. Jones said to herself after glancing at the patient's vital monitor. "Get Mrs. Roberts to recovery room 4 and a dose of EP. I'll be there to check on her after she wakes up." Georgie added, putting the scissors back down on the pan.

"You got it Doc." said Nurse Emily, covering the patient with a soft white blanket as Nurse Amye helped her on the other side. Dr. Jones, Dr. Robin and Patrick Drake, and Dr. Monica Quartermaine were scrubbing up after surgery.

"That was really intense Dr. Jones." said Patrick, soaking his hands in water and antibacterial soap. "I'm impressed. You did good." he finished.

"Thanks. I learned from the best." replied Georgie, lathering her hands with the soap. Patrick smirked and his wife noticed.

"She meant ME, Dr. Drake." said Robin, reaching for a few paper towels on the right side of her husband. "Stop flurting with my cousin, she's taken." Robin finished hostily, as she coldly looked at Patrick.

"Wh- I wasn't flirting with her. I simply complimented an intern doctor." Patrick defended, rinsing his hands off. Georgie finished disinfecting hers and shut off the long faucet.

"No, complimenting her would be 'great job' and then end it! You were hiting on my cousin." Robin implied angrily, then tossed the paper towel in a nearby trashbin before walking away. Patrick watched her leave and shook his head in the negative. He dried off his hands using white Cottenelle paper.

"Is she okay?" asked Georgie, drying off her hands.

"She's fine. Her hormones just happen to cause her to be a jealous maniac." Patrick answered, removing the moisture from his fingers.

"She can't help it though. One of the joys of being pregnant." said Dr. Jones, as she threw the used paper towel away and exited the operating room.

"Tracy, sweetheart sit down the curtains are fine, its a lovely day outside. The room is fine." said Lila Quartermaine, while her eldest daughter was tampering with the white fabric covering the long window.

"I just wish you'd let me take you back home, where a nurse can take care of you there instead of this place." Tracy told her mother, turning around.

"I'm comfortable here dear. But thank you. I'll be home soon." Lila smiled, laying in the bed. "You can pamper me all you want after I get out of here." she lightly laughed. Tracy stretched the corner of her mouth and walked over to Lila's hospital bed.

"You can count on that." Tracy sat down beside her aged mother. "From now on Im going to try to be a better daughter to you. And less tempermental." she said.

"No. This was not your fault or Alan's. No one else's either. I did not have a heart attack because of your arguement, with your brother." Lila assured her daughter. "This ticker just isn't what it used to be." she added.

"I'm - I'm really sorry mother." Tracy chocked on a tear, then sniffled back. She was too tough of a woman to cry.

"For what my dear? I told you already, this wasn't your fault." Lila reminded her.

"I know." Tracy cleared her throat. "I mean for everything. Not being here for you when Daddy passed away last year. I've been gone for too long and I missed out on so much. My sons are angry with me. I wouldn't be suprised if you were ashamed of me too." she finished, looking back up at Lila.

"Never." Lila spoke. She put her wrinkled palm on top of Tracy's. "You're my child Tracy. When you get to be my age, and when your time comes, you'll still be my child. I've loved you from the moment you were placed in my arms. Nothing you do - will ever waver my love for you dear. Always know that. Your children," Lila paused to breathe. "your boys.. they love you regardless." she finished.

"Guess they have no choice." said Tracy, causing her mother to laugh in agreement. Their conversation continued, while a presence opened the door after knocking.

"Dillon," Lila smiled. Officer Quartermaine walked over to his grandmother's bedside.

"Hi grandma." he kissed her cheek, leaning down.

"Hi darling. Oh my grandson is even more handsom in that uniform." said Lila, looking from Dillon to Tracy and then back up at Dillon. He put the flowers on the nightstand beside her.

"How are you feeling today?" Dillon asked her.

"Alright sweetheart. I feel much better." Lila answered him. "Did you see," she thought. "Dr. Jones yet? She is such a beautiful young lady Dillon, you should ask her to come to dinner with you." she finished.

"She is beautiful isnt she? I brought Georgie with me over to your house for dinner before grandma remember? We had that uh, Cook made a big chicken feast for Monica and Alan's anniversary." said Dillon.

"Yes and Skye was there with her murdering boyfriend." said Tracy. Dillon looked over at his mother.

"Oh. Oh yes darling I remember." said Lila, sitting up. "Oh she looked so lovely. Georgie is such a wonderful girl for you Dillon." she finished, looking at him.

"I know." said Dillon behind a light smile. "I uh," he cleared his throat and searched for a seat beside his grandmother. "I'm really, really happy grandma." Dillon sat down. "Happier than I ever thought I could be after Melissa died. Georgie's," he stumbled to find the right word, playing with his thumb ring. "Georgie is amazing." he finished.

"Thats wonderful darling." said Lila. Tracy looked at her son. "If you two care about each other as much as I loved your grandfather, don't ever give up on the gift you both have been given." she advised.

"I wont." said Dillon, and held Lila's wrinkled hand. "And I do grandma," he continued. "I do love Georgie. Very much." he admitted outloud.

"Oh please." said Tracy, moving her head. "You cannot be serious Dillon." she added. He looked over at his mother when she said his name.

"I am serious. Georgie is the best thing that's ever happened to me in a long time. I love her." Dillon repeated.

"You're nieve!" Tracy said loudly. "You've only known that dishrag for a few months and you THINK you -" she continued, only to be cut off.

"Tracy!" Lila hushed her. "That's enough." she added.

"No, grandma its okay." Dillon said to Lila. "You know what, Mom you're right about one thing. I've only known Georgie for six months but that doesnt matter. Somehow along the time we've spent getting to know each other, I fell in love with her. Its the kind of person Georgie is and the way she makes me feel when I'm with her or even thinking about her when I'm not. Wanting to be with her just to hear her laugh and and," he studdard. "the sound of her voice." He let go of Lila's hand. "You were in and out of my life for twenty four years. You still have no idea who I am. Georgie hated my guts the minute we met, and oddly enough she was still willing to get to know me. And Im not, NOT gonna sit here and let you bad mouth that amazing woman who became someone I love more than my own life!" he raised his voice louder than Tracy's. "I keep trying to figure out how to be close with you again Mom but it's not worth it anymore! I'm done. I'm finished." Dillon said, leaving his grandmother and birth mother in silence. He kissed Lila on the cheek, wished her well and soon found the door. Tracy exhaled.

"Tracy," Lila began. Tracy removed her glossy eyes from the door and over to her mother. "If there was any advice I ever gave you that you didn't take, please listen to me know."

"I am." said Tracy.

"Don't push your son away. As much as your both angry with each other for whatever reason, fix this now before it's too late." Lila advised her daughter once more.

Dr. Jones finished checking on her patients, including Mrs. Roberts and met Amye and Epiphany at the nurses station near the lobby.

"Mr. Lopez Fitzgerald needs a spongebath. Room 112. He will be flirtatious, so be professional. Do not be tempted by his good looks or charm and makeout with him." Epiphany said to Nurse Amye, looking at Dr. Jones as she spoke the last statement. Georgie heared her and lightly smiled as she realised what her boss was referring too. Amye took the folder from Epiphany.

"No problem." she said. Amye exited from behind the couner and tended to the patient. Georgie signed a release form and casually looked up from the paper.

"Hey." she smiled at a familar face.

"Hi." he smiled back, approaching her.

"What brings you to this neck of the hospital?" she joked, putting a pen in her pocket.

"I'm off duty for about an hour. Wanted to come by and visit my two favorite women." said Dillon.

"And how is your grandmother? I was hopping Amye took care of her for me the other day." Georgie asked.

"Better. Monica said she'd probably get to go home tomorrow." Dillon answered, placing his arms on the black counertop as he rested them there.

"That's good." Dr. Jones replied.

"So are you working late again tonight?" he asked.

"Nope. I'm filling in for Elizabeth actually, and I'll get off by 4 this time." Georgie answered him, resting her own arms on the surface and meeting his face.

"What a coincidence. I'll be done early today too." said Dillon. Georgie raised her eyebrows in delight. "Wanna do something later?" he asked.

"I would love to, but I promised Maxie I'd watch the twins for her tonight while her and Jesse go out to dinner." Georgie declined. "It's their five year anniversary." she finished.

"Oh." Dillon exhaled.

"Im sure she wont mind if.. the babysitter had a boy over." Dr. Jones noted, slipping her fingers inside Dillon's hand.

"Yeah? What time should the boy sneek in?" Dillon asked, referring to hisself and holding her danty fingers with his. Georgie leaned closer to him.

"Five thirty. After the parents leave." Georgie told him.

"I'll be there." said Dillon, wanting to kiss her. He moved in position, only failed when Georgie moved away to answer Epiphany.

"After your done smootching with your boyfriend, your wanted in the OR." said Epiphany.

"Okay." Georgie agreed. "Sorry Stud Bucket," she turned her head back at Officer Quartermaine. "gotta go." she finished.

"Damn." said Dillon, causing his girlfriend of seven months to smile.

"See you at five thirty?" Dr. Jones reminded him, her arms still folded on the couner while Dillon held her fingers.

"You bet." Dillon said, moving in for lip landing. Georgie softly returned his kiss and then pulled away teasing Dillon when he yearned for one more.

Maxie and Jesse kissed their daughters goodbye and warned them to behave for Georgie. The twins promised they will and hugged their parents back. Erica and Grace weren't too much trouble for other babysitters. They just liked it more when Aunt Georgie stayed home with them instead. She was their godmother and favorite person in the entire world. Cinderella was nothing compared to their aunt Georgie. They loved her even more when she brought Dillon to visit as well. It didn't take long for the fraternal twins to grow attached to their aunt's boyfriend after she introduced him the very first time. Each visit, Dillon became more comfortable and as if he were their uncle. He was the only one of Georgie's boyfriends the girls actually liked and approved of. Georgie grew jealous when she was no longer the best at hide and seek with them. She still had points for the best brownies. Once everyone's food was digested it was back to playtime again outside in the backyard.

"Okay little Ben Roethlisberger you ready?" Dillon asked Erica before he threw her the football. Erica stood behind her aunt, waiting for the pass.

"Ready!" four year old Erica replied. There was a countdown and Dillon lightly threw his young friend the football. Erica kept her blue eyes focused and soon caught the ball. Gracie on the opposite team ran towards her older twin sister.

"Good catch go!" said Dillon from the other end of the backyard. Erica ran as fast as her small legs could take her to their fieldgoal while Grace ran faster than Georgie.

"Get her Graceland!" Georgie shouted from behind a smile. Erica ran passed the invisible line, scoring major points in the game.

"Touchdown...Steelers!" Dillon triumphed, his muscle arms reached in the air. Erica jumped up and down in victory.

"Thats not fair.. she cheated.." Grace pouted. Georgie and Dillon met up with the rest of the little football players.

"No I didn't Gracie you too slow." said Erica.

"No I'm not!" Grace defended, pushing her twin sister.

"Hey hey! Stop it Gracie its just a game." said Georgie, putting her arms in between the fighting sisters.

"Yeah, take a chill pill munchkin we're just trying to have some fun." said Dillon.

"C'mon Gracie it's our turn to get the ball." Georgie told her youngest niece. "make sure you tackle Dillon this time." she added.

"Okay." the child excitedly smiled. The Steelers and the Little Giants got back into play. Erica yelled, "ready, set, go!" and threw the ball to her teammate Dillon. Georgie blocked Erica and the child giggled when her aunt began to tickle her intensly. Gracie ran quickly to Dillon and was determined to tackle him.

"Get him Gracie!" Georgie yelled to her blonde haired niece while witnessing.

"Run faster Uncle Dillon!" Erica giggled, as Georgie tickled her small sides and held the toddler in her lap. That was the first time one of them called Dillon uncle. There was too much fun being invovled for Georgie or Dillon to realise what Erica had said. They both still heared it. Grace latched onto Dillon's pants pockets and he fell down to the ground. Grace tripped over a rock hidden in the green grass and her knee landed hard onto Dillon's manhood, causing him to suirm.

"Yay!" Georgie cheered when she saw her niece tackle Dillon.

"Gotch you Uncle Dillon!" Gracie joyfully said, her small hand on his broad shoulder.

"G- good job honey." Dillon breathed through the sharp pain while he dropped the ball. Erica and Georgie joined them.

"Looks like you just lost to girls Quartermaine." Georgie gloated to her boyfriend, looking down at him.

"Are you okay?" Gracie asked him, now kneeling on the ground.

"Yeah.. Uncle Dillon just cant, get up." he answered her, trying to sit up. The twins helped him.

"What hurts tough guy?" asked Georgie while squating down. Dillon looked at her and exhaled slowly after the pain passed.

"My happy place." he said.

"Oh.." Georgie replied. "Aww honey.." she laughed. "I'm sure you can still use it." she finished, her hand behind his spikey haired head.

Playtime seemed so short when it was all fun and games. Bedtime was never fun. Not for anyone under the age of six. Gracie and Erica put on their pajamas after they washed their faces and brushed their teeth, and crawled into the bottom bunk bed to listen to the fairytale of Cinderella. Dillon had to narrate the story this time while Georgie layed down with the twins. The toddlers giggled whenever Dillon made silly voices of the characters in the book. All the while he read the Disney story to the girls, Georgie just gazed at him. She began to realise just how much she cares about him. Possibly even love him the way her father felt about her mother. And it terrified Georgie when she came to terms with the fact she had fallen in love with Dillon. More than she thought possible. Damn this breast cancer. It was truely the only thing holding her back from wanting to fall deeper.

Chapter 16 - Scratch It Off

There is always a time when a wish would be for the day to just end. Nothing seemed to go the way one would hope or want. Today was just that. For Georgie anyway. The night shift dragged on so badly she couldn't wait to leave. Thirteen whole hours on a Thursday was long enough. Her date with Dillon this afternoon was something she was looking forward to. She had no clue where they were going this time and the suspence was aching her. Georgie hated surprises. Sometimes. She closed her locker and picked up her purse from the bench and walked out of the womans' locker room with her friends.

"So what are you and Mr. Wonderful doing today?" Amye asked her best friend, while Dr. Jones, Dr. Robin Drake, Epiphany, and Nurse Elizabeth all entered the elevator.

"I have no idea," Georgie answered while pushing the button to take them all to the first floor. "Dillon won't tell me. He just said to be at his apartment after work." she finished.

"Exciting." Amye said. "I wish Chris would do something romantic for me besides light a few candles whenever we have sex." she finished.

"Lucky still has a few romantic tricks up his sleeve every now and - well, then. On ocassions when it's our anniversary." said Elizabeth, thinking outloud.

"Patrick too." Robin chinned in, holding a coat in her arms over her bulging pregnant belly.

"Enjoy this side of Dillon while you can honey," said Epiphany. The elevator stopped at it's destination. "because if your lucky, one day it'll all change once you're married." she advised Georgie.

"I don't think so." Dr. Jones disagreed, following Amye out next after the doors opened.

Dillon hung up the phone with someone that was going to be steering him and Georgie in the air, and answered a knock at his door.

"Hey." he smiled at her.

"Hi." she returned the expression and met his soft lips. Dillon left the door wide open and admired Dr. Jones in her pale blue jeans he liked on her and the white sleevless lace top she had on with it.

"You ready?" he asked her, entering his living room to fetch his car keys laying on the table.

"Yeah. Whoa wait we're leaving now? I thought you said the movie and my surprise wasn't going to be for another hour." said Georgie, standing in the door way.

"I only said that," Dillon lifted up a few papers on the end table that held his keys. "so you wouldn't take TWO hours to get ready." he told her.

"Fine. Next time I'll only wear sweatpants or just my bra and underwear whenever we go out." Georgie teased.

"Ou baby. Is that a promise?" Dillon asked on their way out of his apartment.

Officer Quartermaine pulled up to the orange cone and parked his car in the grass when White Sulpher Springs welcomed them.

"Don't peek Jones or you'll ruin this one time thing." said Dillon as he opened his door.

"I wont I swear. Hurry up! I can't keep them shut any longer." said Georgie, looking at her eyelids while still in the passenger's seat.

"Alright alright." Dillon chuckled at her excitement. "Gimmie your hand." he said, after opening her door. Georgie obliged and exited the blue car. Dillon waved his free hand up at the man on the hill to notify him they were there. He waved back and started up the hot air balloon. Dillon guided Dr. Jones further up the grass while her eyes were still closed and he paused when the spot was perfect.

"Can I open them now?" Georgie asked her boyfriend. He looked at her and smiled.

"Open them." Dillon answered. She stretched her lips excitedly and opened her brown eyes. Georgie inhaled in awe at the huge red and white hot air balloon a few feet away from them. She couldn't believe what she saw. Her pupils dialated as she starred at the giant ball above her.

"Oh my gosh.." Georgie exhaled and soon looked over at the guy who made this possible. He remembered. She talked in her head. "How'd you -" she tripped on words. "Dillon." Dr. Jones grinned happily at him.

"Wanna go for a ride Ledfoot?" He smiled back, his hand still holding hers.

"Y-Yeah. Yes!" Georgie studdard behind the same smile that produced dimples he loved so much. Dillon kept hold of Georgie's hand as she climbed first inside the basket of the balloon, while another man inside helped her as well. Georgie then helped her boyfriend meet her in the basket. Ropes were being untied once the couple was on board. The red and white hot air balloon soon lifted off of the ground. Georgie immediatly grabbed onto Dillon and hugged above his waist when the basket tilted from lift off. He held her protectively against him as they drifted further off land. Soon Port Charles appeared as a small painting and the people below became ants as the balloon carried the couple in the summer sky. Georgie eventually removed her eyes from glancing at the world below and looked up at Dillon. Her dark thin hair blew in the breeze and tickled Officer Quartermaine's stubbled chin.

"Thank you." she told him beneath another smile. "This is amazing Dillon. You, you're amazing." Georgie added, pressed against his body.

"You're welcome baby." Dillon replied, moving a piece of her hair out of Georgie's deep brown eyes. They quickly became lost in each other and Dillon leaned down to meet her smooth lips. The man steering them all in the air smiled at the young couple and brought his attention back at his job. Dillon popped the cork and poured them two glasses of champagne.

"What's the ocassion?" Georgie smirked as Dillon handed her a full glass.

"Why would there have to be?" Dillon returned a question, setting the bottle back down and in the picinic basket while still holding his glass in the other hand.

"Well we usually drink wine together. Just thought I was missing something." Dr. Jones clearified, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her pierced ears when the wind blew it in her eyes.

"Oh." said Dillon. "Well, the ocassion is.." he pondered quickly. "us."

"Us?" Georgie repeated.

"Mhm." Dillon chimned in his throat.

"Okay." Georgie grinned behind a small laugh.

"No no hear me out." said Officer Quartermaine.

"K." Dr. Jones listened.

"Come 'er." Dillon asked, taking Georgie's hand and she sank it in his palm as he gently pulled her into him, turning her petite body around so Georgie's back was resting against his built chest.

"See that street," Dillon pointed with his glass. "down there next to the open feild with bundles of hay?" he began. Georgie looked down and followed his direction.

"Yeah." she said, observing.

"That's where it happend." Dillon said. "Where we happened." he finished. Georgie turned her head and looked up at Dillon happily, then back down at the street they met on.

"Where I hated your guts." Georgie reminded him. Dillon smiled again at her joke. One of the reasons why he loves her so much.

"Exactly." Dillon remembered. There was a moment of silence - besides the birds chirping as the feathered animals soared by them - and Officer Quartermaine layed his hand on Georgie's hip hugging her slim waist, with his chin resting on her left shoulder. "That's when I found happiness again. Because of you." Dillon murmured in her ear solumly. The side of Georgie's lip stretched lightly and she closed her eyes when Dillon softly kissed her cheek. He loved her. Georgie knew it just by the way he held her in his arms as they continued to float above Port Charles in the hot air balloon. She loved him too. Neither one of them ever admitted it yet to the other. Only one of them allowed theirselfs to indulge in the feeling of being captivated. Georgie then opened her glossy eyes and placed her palm on top of Dillon's hand that held her flat stomach.

"So am I." she told him.

CHAPTER 17 - Broken

The water was hot enough to warm her body and soothe her tight muscles, but not too hot to burn her soft ivory skin. She hadn't been feeling well since yesturday or during the visit with Dr. Caparo at General Hospital. She had to take today off from the night shift. Epiphany insisted and Dillon practically ordered her to before she worked so much she'd make herself feel worse. The chemotherapy really hit Georgie now. Her appetite changed from eating more than she should and still can keep her fit figure, to hardly being able to eat at all when she should. Dillon worried about Georgie and went to visit his girlfriend everyday after work and every morning before his duty as Officer Quartermaine. Georgie felt spoiled by him and Dillon told her he enjoys to.

The chicken soup cooked in the hot water on the stove while Dillon searched in the cupboard for some salt. He left the PCPD station early tonight to take care of his girl, as Dillon liked to call her. Besides the unique nickname he gave her before they even started dating. Mac gave him no trouble. Dillon would have left anyway regardless of permission from anybody on the police force. He had something else more important to do than catch criminals. She became more important to him. And Dillon realised this the harder he fell for Dr. Jones. Georgie turned off the shower faucet and reached for a towel hanging on the white wall on a hook beside the clear seashell shower curtain. She dried off her dark thin hair and nude wet slim body, then stepped her feet out of the bathtub, wrapping the baby blue cotton towel around her clean self. She found some downy fresh scented clothes and put them on.

Dillon noticed the noodles were fully cooked in the pot and he turned off the temperature on the stove.

"You're going to love this chicken noodle soup Ledfoot!" Dillon yelled from the kitchen after he realised Georgie was finished with her shower. "Grandma Lila's recepie. With my own ingredients added!" he continued.

"I'll take your word for it!" Georgie loudly answered back, peeking her head out of her bedroom door while dressed in Dillon's favorite tshirt and her drawstring pajama pants, as her voice echoed in the hallway for Dillon to hear.

"K. Bowls..bowls..are in the dishwasher." Dillon said to himself quietly, as he turned around in Georgie's kitchen and walked over to the cleaned plates, bowls, cups, and silverware hidden in the whirlpool dishwasher.

Dr. Jones finished drying her hair off with the towel and threw it in her bathroom hamper. She picked up her black conair brush and brought it to her scalp. The dark hair on her head had intensly thinned over the past few days. Georgie could feel it as she brushed the bristtles through her strands. She paused and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman starring back at her tilted her head down and gazed at the clumps of locks in the sink. She knew it would be only a matter of time before she found more again. Tonight was that nightmare. The brush met the belly of the sink and Georgie returned her tearfilled eyes back at her reflection in the mirror. Her body shook lightly as she broke down in soft but deep sobs.

Dillon poured the broth of chicken noodle soup into the white hand painted bowl and put the empty pot back on the stove. He brought the two bowls of steaming soup over to the table and set each of them down.

"Hey. How was your shower?" he asked Georgie when she entered the kitchen dressed in his red tshirt and her pajama pants. She wipped under both of her eyes when he wasn't looking.

"Good." Dr. Jones answered, her voice stiff from crying. Dillon put a spoon in her bowl and walked over to her standing by the fridge.

"Feeling any better yet baby?" he consoled, and met her cheek with his lips while Dillon's right hand held her hip.

"Just a little." Georgie lied. Hoping Dillon wouldn't notice she was crying a few minutes ago in the bathroom.

"Well worry no more Ledfoot because," Dillon wrapped his arms around her waist. "chicken noodle soup - is the best medicine." he finished. She stretched the corner of her mouth softly at him and Dillon looked back in her brown tearfilled eyes.

"What's wrong, you okay?" he lovingly asked her, while holding Dr. Jones in his masculine arms. Georgie quivered her chin and looked down, playing with the ends of Dillon's tshirt he had on. Georgie nodded.

"Yeah." she replied. Her voice tranquil.

"Really? You're a terrible liar Jones." Dillon said while still holding her petite body against him. She should have known by now she can't keep anything from him. Georgie sniffled and returned her eyes back up at her boyfriend. Dillon sensed by the tone of her voice and the gloss in her eyes that she had been crying earlier.

"I'm not really hungry anymore." she told him.

"Too bad. You're still eating Dr. Jones if I have to feed you this soup myself." Dillon scolded her. He then kissed her lips softly several times, and pulled out her chair. Georgie gazed at him sadly and walked over to the kitchen table meeting him there. She put her hand on the top of the chair.

"I can't." Dr. Jones just about whispered, looking at him. Dillon was more than sure now something made Georgie upset. He needed no guesses of just what that something was.

"Georgie you have to eat. I know you feel like crap from the chemo but you need to eat something baby so you don't get -" Officer Quartermaine began, only to be interrupted.

"I can't Dillon." Georgie loudly refused, meeting his eyes behind her tearfilled ones.

"I know. Just try though okay? It will help I promise." said Dillon. Georgie felt more tears emerging from her eyes and she was too frustrated to fight them from falling onto her face. She dolefully starred at Dillon and then spoke, regreting her upcoming words.

"I think you should go." Georgie's voice cracked.

"Why?" Dillon asked.

"Dillon please just - just go." she broke down in tears. "I don't want to eat and I don't want you here anymore." she continued while the tears ran down her cheeks.

"You're lying again. Tell me what happened in the bathroom." said Dillon, still standing a foot in front of her.

"Nothing happened Dillon just go! Please!" Georgie said louder as she deeply cried, trying to catch her breath.

"No I'm not leaving until you tell me why you want me to go all of a sudden." Dillon calmly said.

"I don't want you here Dillon so please.. just leave!" she cried as she began to walk away from him.

"No, no." he said, grabbing her wrist and causing Georgie to turn her body back towards him. "Don't do this. Stop it." he added.

"Dillon let go of me!" Georgie cried. "Get out!" she continued to weep, not having the strength to fight out of his hands that held her wrists.

"Georgie tell me! Tell me what happened baby." said Officer Quartermaine as he held Dr. Jones and looked into her sadden eyes that released painful tears. Not because of his strength holding Georgie from trying to escape his grasp either. She continued to cry while looking at him. He waited, hoping she would confess.

"I lost more of my hair. It's in globs - in the sink." Georgie deeply cried. "I'm so ugly and I - I can't do this anymore! I can't take it anymore! I'm scared Dillon.. I'm - I'm so scared.."Georgie cried harder. Dillon put his hand on the side of her wet face and gently brushed his palm down her moistened cheek. He folded his lips, hating to see her like this. He brought her body to his tight chest and Georgie collapsed in his arms as she hysterically wept.

"I know baby." Dillon gently said, his chin resting on the top of Georgie's head as he softly brushed the back of her hair with his other hand. "I know. It's okay." he whispered, then kissed her temple. "I'm here. We're gonna get through this baby." Dillon soothed as Georgie continued to cry in his chest. He felt his own eyes swell up at the very thought of losing her and Dillon held Georgie tighter as they both stood in the kitchen.

Dr. Jones settled her sobs and released herself from her boyfriend's chest. She looked up at him with drentched brown eyes.

"Dillon please -" Georgie chocked on another tear. "please just go." she begged.

"No." Dillon refused, looking back at her with the same eyes.

"Dillon! Please just leave!" Georgie shouted behind her weepy voice.

"No, I'm not! I'm not leaving Georgie!" Dillon shouted back. "I love you. God damnit Georgie why can't you see that!" he strongly confessed. She continued to weep as he grabbed her shoulders once more. "I love you." Dillon repeated, looking into her deep brown eyes. Georgie wanted to just scream back 'I love you too' and kiss him as if they were Audrey and Humphrey in one of their favorite black and white films. This wasn't a movie. The reality was Georgie has breast cancer and she was scared to death of not only dying, but leaving him. What she was about to do made no sense to anyone who witnessed them falling for each other and every sense to Georgie.

"If you care about me as much as you just said then please Dillon," she breathed in between weeps. "please just leave me alone." she begged him once more. Dillon starred at her angrily and soon let go of her shoulders.

"Fine." he said. "If you change your mind you know where I'll be." Dillon finished. He then walked away from her and found Dr. Jones' front door to her apartment. Georgie jumped when the door slammed shut. She broke down in tears and slid down the bottom cupboard in the kitchen when she realised what she had done.

Chapter 18 - Go To Her

The coffee was strong. Two packets of sweet n low would not be able to help this java from tasting any better. Georgie dumped her cup out in the sink and turned off the coffee machine. She didn't even bother with the eggs already fried in the pan so she turned off her stove too. She was exhausted and did not know how she was going to survive eight hours at work today. Dillon and Mac would have a fit if they knew she was actually going to General Hospital this morning. She had to. Georgie needed to do something to keep Dillon off of her mind. She was lucky to even achieve four hours of sleep last night after he left. She hated herself for kicking him out of her apartment. Georgie wished she hadn't after seeing his leather jacket he left on the back of one of her kitchen chairs and almost bursting into tears again. She sniffled and returned to her bedroom to change out of Dillon's t-shirt. Snoopy yawned and followed her owner, hoping to get fed soon.

Detective Jesse Baudry put his phone down and wandered over to Officer Quartermaine's desk.

"I need you to ask Kenny Parker some questions." said Jesse. Dillon just sat there looking down at a file of Manny Ruez, pretending to be investigating further while he kept thinking about his girl. Wondering how Georgie is and hoping she'd return his phone call messeges. "Hey, Quartermaine." Jesse repeated. Dillon soon returned from his reverie and looked up at his boss.

"Yeah?" Dillon asked. Lucky found his desk a few feet away and witnessed his best friend being interigated himself.

"I need you to take Kenny into interigation for questioning about the Stalker case." Jesse explained, holding a handcuffed teenager by the arm.

"Do it yourself man I'm busy." said Dillon, and looked back down at the papers.

"Excuse me?" asked Jesse. "I'm not asking a favor here Quartermaine I gave you an order." he added. Dillon looked back up.

"Yeah well last time I checked I didn't enroll in the united states army. There are eight other officers here to interigate Kenny, three who actually do their job and one who shouldn't be sitting here playing Big Boy Jesse's secretary or rookie slave!" Dillon loudly refused. "I'm busy sir." he finished, and returned his deep brown eyes to where they were before. Lucky waited for his boss's reaction.

"Take fifeteen at noon Dillon. You're one of our good cops and I'd like to keep it that way." said Jesse. "Lets go Parker." he added to Kenny, leading him by the arm to the room behind them. Dillon closed the folder and angrily tossed it aside then exhaled deeply, easing tension on the back of his neck with his big left hand.

"Dude what is with you today?" asked Lucky. "You've been acting like you - have PMS or something." he finished. Dillon looked over at his friend and coldly eyed Lucky at his comment.

"None of your business, alright man? It's - I had a rough night last night and I'm just a little pissed." said Dillon.

"Just a little? Its more than that. The hell happened?" asked Lucky, dropping his pen down on his desk. Dillon rested his other arm on top of his memo and brought his attention back over at his friend.

"Georgie and I had a fight last night." Dillon told Lucky. "She kicked me out of her apartment." he finished.

"What? Why?" Lucky asked, his eyebrows arched in disbelieve.

"I dont know Dude to be honest with you." Dillon put his hand down on his lap and off his neck. "Georgie's petrofied of dying and I dont blame her. For some, insane reason she keeps pushing me away when things hit rock bottom. I don't want her to feel like she can't open up to me and even allow herself to be with me." he finished.

"Do you love her?" Lucky asked his childhood friend. Dillon did not need to think twice about his feelings for Dr. Jones. He was certain for a long time.

"More than anything or anyone else in this entire world, yes. She knows I do I've told her." Dillon answered.

"Keep telling her. If you love Georgie that much Spike, keep showing her. Don't let her think for one second your backing down too." Lucky pointed strongly with his finger, speaking from his own experience with Elizabeth Webber. "Forget this shithole," Lucky picked up his mug. "forget - Jesse and Mac. Find Georgie and tell her how you feel about her. Again." he stood up. "I'm serious bro, chicks melt when we show our Casanova side. Lizzy can't keep her hands off me if I light a few candles when were alone." Lucky finished, leaving his desk. Dillon thought about Lucky's advice and knew he couldn't let Georgie think she was getting out of this relationship so easy. Cancer or no cancer, he loved her and still wanted to be with her. He just needed to figure out a way for Georgie to realise it too. Dillon had a huntch she was on her way to work right about now. She was stubborn and never liked to listen much when she neeed to. He sat for a minute, pondering. Then opened a drawer at his desk and picked up his keys to the police car, hoping this plan would work.

Chapter 19 - Call Him

Her fingertips slowly swurved along the rim of the black mug while her mind was lost elsewhere, as she stared at the handle on the drawer filled with spoons, knives, and forks, sitting in her older sister's kitchen. She hated feeling this way. So empty and lonely since Dillon left her apartment last night. It was her own fault. Georgie hated herself even more for not telling him before Dillon stormed out that she does love him too. Regreting what she did, Georgie wipped under her eyes and walked over to the sink. The coffee she tried to drink again was cold from sitting so long and she dumped it down the drain.

"Ugh." Maxie exhaled, entering the kitchen. "Now I have the itchies." she said, heading towards the sink.

"Are they still scratching?" Georgie asked, setting the mug down.

"No. I told them to try not to and the calamine lotion will take the itchiness away." Maxie answered, washing her hands.

"My poor twiners." said Georgie, leaning her waist on the side of the couner. "Chicken Pox suck." she added while folding her arms.

"I'll second that." said Maxie, turning off the faucet and reaching for a dishtowel on the nob of a cupboard. "Hey remember when you had them and Mom put me in the bathtub with you so I'd get them too?" she added, while drying off her hands and looking at Georgie.

"No." Georgie answered seconds later.

"Hm." Maxie said in her throat, remembering her sister was just two years old at the time. "Well I did get them the next day. Gosh they're so itchy."

"Make sure the girls keep on long sleeves and pants at night. It will help dry out the pox." said Georgie.

"I know Dr. Jones." said Maxie, putting the towel back. "Are you this protective over Dillon too?" she smirked. "Being so dominering." she finished. Georgie deeply sighed.

"I was." She answered. "Dillon liked having his own personal nurse." she formed a smile. Maxie slowly shook her head in the negative.

"What?" asked Dr. Jones. Maxie turned the faucet back on and grabbed a wash cloth.

"I don't get you sometimes Georgie. You," she paused and squirted dishsoap into the washcloth. "You're so complicated. Especially when it comes to relationships." she finished.

"Oh and you're the expert?" Georgie defended.

"No but I don't bail just because things aren't going the way I want them to." Maxie washed a dish. "Honey you finaly find this great guy and, you're totally throwing everything away just because you're scared." she continued.

"And if you were in my shoes Maxie you would have done the exact same thing." said Georgie, watching her sister remove the yolk from egg off of the plate.

"No I wouldn't of." Maxie disagreed. "Georgie if I had cancer I would continue to count my blessings that I still have my husband and kids to fight for. Yeah I would be scared. That's normal." Maxie looked up at her sister. "Pushing Jesse and my girls away because I'm terrified would be cowardly, and that I'm giving up. I'm not that person. Neither are you." she finished. Georgie looked back at her sister, listening to her words. Maxie then returned her head down at the dishes and continued to wash them. Georgie eyed the bubbles.

"I love Dillon." Georgie confessed, looking at the suds.

"Does he know?" Maxie asked, rinsing off the plate.

"No." Georgie answered, doleful.

"You need to tell him." said Maxie, picking up the next dish. Georgie removed her eyes from the sink and spoke up again.

"I've wanted to so many times. Whenever I had the chance, I'd stop myself." Georgie said, her arms still folded.

"Georgie," Maxie paused and rinsed the plate. "call Dillon and tell him you love him. Stop holding back for no reason." she finished. Georgie unfolded her arms.

"I need to get to work." she said, leaving the couner. "Tell the twins I love them and I'll try to come by later when they're feeling better." she continued, grabbing her coat off the back of the kitchen chair.

"I will. Remember what I said about Dillon." said Maxie, putting the plate on the other side of the sink. Georgie buttoned her dark brown coat.

"Bye Maxie." she said, fastening the next one while leaving the kitchen.

One whole hour passed since she stepped foot in General Hospital. Something was bothering Dr. Jones. Her fellow doctors saw it, the nurses, and even the patients could see the deep sadness in Georgie's eyes. Wether she wanted to admit it to anyone or herself, she missed Dillon. One night apart and she felt empty. Having cancer did not hurt as much as this. Missing someone hurt like hell.

"Okay.." said Dr. Jones, wrapping the young girl's leg back up with bandages. "Looks like it's healing nicely." she finished.

"Good. I better be able to play soccer soon before the season is over." said ten year old Megan.

"You'll be back out on that field by mid October." Dr. Jones implied, covering the child with a blanket. "Stay off your leg for the next six weeks and we'll see what happens." she finished.

"Is there any more chocolate pudding?" asked Megan, looking up at the doctor who was writing information down on a clipboard for the nurses.

"I dont know. I'll check it out for you. If not, I'll sneek you some homeade chocolate creme pie." Georgie answered, her eyes enlarging and causing Megan to giggle.

"Okay." the child smiled. Dr. Jones soon left Pediatrics and headed for the next floor. She stood in the elevator and starred into nothing. Her thoughts were tangled in Officer Quartermaine once again. Wondering what he's doing and hoping he's not risking his life to play hero. The last thing she wanted to do was have to operate on him to save his life. The elevator stopped and automaticaly opened its doors as Dr. Jones sluggishly exited out.

"Where have you been?" Epiphany strongly asked when she saw Georgie approaching her way over to the front desk.

"Taking care of the sick and wounded.." Georgie answered sarcasticly, putting the folder she carried down on the surface.

"Don't get smart. I've been paging you for the past twenty minutes." said Epiphany, signing her name on a sheet of paper for documentation.

"Oh wow. Whose are these?" Dr. Jones asked, admirring a large boque of red roses in a fancy white vase.

"Yours." Epiphany said, a small smile forming on her dark face.

"Epiphany.. you shouldn't have." Georgie joked. She leaned to meet the petals with her nose and breathed in the sweet aroma of the blood red flowers.

"Aww those are so pretty. Who are they for?" asked Amye, coming up behind Robin and Epiphany.

"Georgie." Robin answered, putting her pen back inside her pocket. "And I bet they're from a certain someone." she added. Dr. Jones played with a rose petal and saw her name on an envelope. She knew who could have possibly sent them and the corner of her lip stretched slightly. Georgie picked up the envelope and opened it, pulling out a note. Recognizing his handwriting, she read it to herself silently.

Georgie,

Remember that inevitable feeling? THIS is it. We can't hide from it wether we want to or not. You're my guilty pleasure Ledfoot. I love you. Nothing else matters.

Always,

Dillon

Georgie immediatly smiled and then put the note back inside the envelope. Her friends witnessed the change of a positive expression on her face.

"Georgie," Epiphany began. "get the hell out of here and go get your man." she advised.

"Yes. Now." said Robin, agreeing with the head nurse. Georgie looked at them and was silent. She tucked a piece of her thin hair behind her ear and moistened her lips.

"I dunno." Dr. Jones said. "I was really harsh with Dillon last night and -" she continued.

"What do you mean you dont know?" Amye interrupted her friend from making an excuse. "Forget this stupid fight and tell Dillon you love him. He's obviously in love with you too Georgie." she finished.

"Don't let this one get away." Robin chimmed in. Georgie looked over at the three dozen red roses and knew she couldn't be away from Dillon any longer. She wanted to be with him. She loves him and she could not deny her feelings anymore. There was just no point. She didn't need to be scared. Dillon proved to her last night she had no reason to be. Georgie took off the stethascope that was around behind her neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow." she said to her co-workers and put the stethascope on the couner.

"You're leaving already huh?" Robin grinned.

"You bet." Georgie answered. "I think it's time I - indulge myself with my boyfriend." she smiled, walking away and heading towards the elevator.

Chapter 19 - Indulgence (NC 17)

Georgie just about broke nearly three laws as she drove slightly over the speed limit. She then slowed her car down when she found the Port Charles Police Department and parked her vehicle in the nearest open spot in front of the building. They were definatly busy today. She walked passed the clerck and searched for Dillon with her eyes among the twenty other officers and criminals that were being brought in. She walked further and by Lucky's desk, her eyes scanning over to the right where her boyfriend would be. Georgie heared a man whistle seductivly at her.

"Sit down Hayes!" Lucky loudly said to the green eyed fugitive making the noise, pushing him to fall on the seat of the chair.

"Dad!" Georgie shouted over the ringing of phones and combution in the police station. She scurried over to her step-father. "Have you seen Dillon? I really need to talk to him." she asked.

"Georgie what are you doing here? You should be home resting sweetheart." said Mac.

"No, Dad I'm fine! I'm fine." Georgie defended. "Where's Dillon?" she repeated. Twenty four years old and she still defies him.

Mac sighed in fury.

"I sent him home. He hasn't been himself and he's no use for me here today." he answered.

"K." said Georgie, walking away from her father.

"Georgie wait, Georgie!" Mac shouted. She turned around. "Get some rest please." he advised.

"I will." Georgie promised, then quickly went to the door.

A cold beer would feel really good right now. A beer and some black and white film with no romance involved sounded great. Dillon went to his kitchen and opened the nearly empty refrigerator for a bottle of Samuel Adams alcohol. The shelves inside the cold box were bare. Nothing but beer and soda on the top shelf, and some lunch meat in the bottom drawer. Georgie usually reminded him he can't live off of frozen pizza, yogurt, beer and cheetos and to go grocery shopping once or twice every two weeks. She would fill his kitchen with food not on the very bottom of the food group pyramid. Like him, the cupboards seemed empty. He hoped Georgie recieved the flowers and note he wrote and come to her sences. Behind her beautiful brown eyes and dimple in her cheeks when she smiled was a smart, funny, caring, strong woman he easily fell in love with and it was only a matter of time before she realises just how much he truely loves her. Dillon knew she loved him too. Just by the way she'd return his kisses and the comfort he felt whenever she played with the small hairs on the back of his neck. He just needed to hear Georgie say it.

Officer Quartermaine turned on the TV with his free hand and sat down on the couch. He opened the beer bottle and took a long sip. He then burped and picked up the television remote, flickering through channels. A few loud knocks on his front door synced together with a slamming car door in the black and white movie. Dillon put his beer down - on a coaster - and walked to the front of his two bedroom apartment. He opened the door and there she stood. Their eyes met. Both heartbroken and full of desire at the same time.

"Hi." Georgie broke the silence between them, her voice suttle.

"Hi." Dillon replied the same way, his hand on the side of the opened door.

"Can I come in?" she asked nervously, while playing with her purse strap held at her midwaist. Dillon looked down at the floor for a mere five seconds.

"You're not gonna yell at me again are you?" he asked, moving the toe part of his shoes over a mark on the hall floor.

"No." Georgie smiled lightly. "I promise." she finished. He looked up at her.

"C'mon in." Dillon gently said with a motion of his head, signaling Dr. Jones to enter the apartment.

"How uh," Officer Quartermaine cleared his throat as he closed the door behind them. "How are you feeling? Any better today?" he asked, helping Georgie take off her coat.

"Thanks." she said, pulling her arms out. "Um. Yeah, yeah I'm okay." Georgie replied, moving a piece of hair away from her face. "Just exhausted." she turned all the way around to face Dillon. He put her coat on the back of the couch.

"You went to work I take it." said Dillon, sliding his hands inside his jean pockets.

"I had to. I got your surprise." she smiled. "Thank you. The flowers were beautiful."

"So are you." said Dillon. He scratched the back of his head nervously. "I miss you G." he said.

"I miss you too." Georgie replied. "I really," she paused and looked at him. "I really didn't know what to do with myself after you left last light." she said, then lightly chortled as if she were going to laugh but wouldn't when she looked down at her hands, twisting a ring on her middle finger. "I was stupid to go to work and actually think it'd help keep me from thinking about you." she continued. Georgie brought her deep brown saucers back up at her boyfriend. "I was stupid to make you leave last night." she finished.

"I only left 'cause you wanted me to." Dillon said. Georgie walked closer until she was nose and nose with him.

"I lied Dillon." she told him. "I never wanted you to leave. That was the old, scared, messed up Georgie. She's gone." Georgie looked down and took his hand. Dillon returned her light squeeze and she looked up at him again. "I love you." Georgie finaly confessed. "I love you so much that its made me terrified. You're my guilty pleasure." she smirked, causing Dillon to do the same.

"It's about time Ledfoot." Dillon teased. Georgie chuckled. They stood in the living room behind the couch, still searching each other's faces with the same deep brown eyes and hesitating to get closer. Georgie let go of his hand and placed both of hers on the side of Dillon's shaven cheeks, meeting his soft lips. Their kiss was short but sensual and they gazed at one another once more, smiling. Dillon leaned into her this time and placed his lips on hers, kissing her gently.

The motion immediatly grew more passionate and their kiss lingered deeply as Officer Quartermaine's hands cupped Dr. Jones' soft cheeks inside his palms. Somehow Georgie managed to break free from his inviting lips and she slowly raised her thin arms up in the air. Dillon looked at her and read her face like a book. He knew what she wanted him to do. He stretched the corner of his mouth and smiled back at the dimples embedded in Dr. Jones's cheeks. Dillon found the bottom of Georgie's baby blue blouse and began to pull the shirt over her head, allowing the garmet to fall onto the carpet. They kissed again and Dillon then raised his muscles in the air for Georgie to remove his white tshirt. It was soon discarded and joined Georgie's on the floor.

Passion and desire ignited as the couple continued to devour each other in a mouthful of captivating kisses. Georgie wrapped her arms around behind Dillon's neck, playing with the small hairs with her fingers as she deeply told his lips just how much she loves and missed him. Dillon held her petite back with one arm while the other swam under her legs and lifted Georgie off the floor. He continued to ravish her smooth lips tenderly as he carried Georgie down the hall and to his bedroom. Dillon gently placed Georgie on the matress and massaged her tongue with his in the dark cave of their mouths. He soon found her neck and tasted her soft skin while he layed on top of her. Georgie's heart began to race as she felt Dillon's lips dance down her neck and to her chest. He kissed her collarbone and dragged his mouth further, stopping at Georgie's bra. Dillon put his hand on the side of her ribs and dropped his lips on the curve of her large right breast, kissing it softly then favoring her left. Georgie moved and Dillon eased his weight off of her thin body. She smiled at him and was soon the one on top. Georgie had her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed Dillon to lay down as she sat on his lap with her legs straddled, one on each side of his body. He layed on the matress and looked up at Georgie.

"You're beautiful." Dillon reminded her. "You know that?" he added, his hand on her left thigh.

"I do now." Georgie answered, sitting on Dillon's lap in just her bra and jean pants. Dillon returned a smile and sat up to kiss Georgie's lips. They broke free and she began to unhook her black lacey bra. In a matter of seconds it was tossed onto the floor and Georgie leaned down to kiss her boyfriend. They took turns undressing each other while a collection of clothes made a pile on the bedroom floor. What they were about to experience together was not their first time in their relationship.

The last time they even went all the way was on their fifth date. Only tonight, right now, was different from before. Being in love made it better and oddly more meaningful. His heartbeat increased with hers. His breath unsteady. His body temperature changing and he began to sweat, while entering Georgie further.

"Dillon.." she exhaled his name eroticly and with sheer delight as Dillon devoured her neck using his lips while their naked bodies collided underneath the sheets. Enjoying the feeling of him inside her, Georgie took control and was now looking down at Dillon. Their brown eyes met and both of them smiled. Georgie leaned forward and deeply kissed Dillon before sitting back up on top of him. She arched her back and began to breath unsteadily while glidding her hips back and forth. Dillon helped her, holding Georgie's thin waist with both of his hands. Soft moans of pure delight occured as they continued to syncronize this way. Her heart rate increased. Her breathing escaped and Dillon noticed his girlfriend slowing down. He kept hold of her waist and gently pulled Georgie down on top of his body. She obliged and layed her head on the pillow while looking up at her boyfriend above her. Dillon leaned forward and found her lips. She kissed him back while he began to re-enter her lower body.

Their fingers laced together as they continued to share their souls. Dillon went from her neck and kissed her chin while Georgie softly moaned, arching her back again as he generated gentle thrusts in and out of her. Georgie slithered her hands out of Dillon's and found his shoulder blades.

"Am I - hurting you baby?" Dillon asked in a heavy whisper. His manhood deeply ryhming inside her.

"N-no." Georgie let out the same tone. "I'm - I'm fine." she whispered back.

"K." he said, barely audioable and continued his duty. Soon they both felt an amazing sensation of pure happiness and exploded together in a flood of ecstacy. Dillon grunted and eventually collapsed while Georgie held him on top of her, both trying to catch their breaths.

The night progressed on and the two layed closely together in Dillon's bed. Georgie rested her head on Dillon's built chest and he held her securely against him and safe in his arms. Georgie's eyelids became heavy and she fought so hard to keep them open. Dillon's were already shut as he softly ran his fingers through her thin hair.

"I love you Quartermaine." Georgie lazily whispered, her eyes now closed and her right arm drapped over Dillon's abdomen.

"I love you too." Dillon replied back . His eyes closed and he leaned down, leaving a kiss on Georgie's forehead.

Chapter 21 - Love and Fear

If it hant been for the unique yet tasteful scent coming from down the hall, he probably would never be able to get himself up at this hour in the morning. Two rounds of indulgence in bed last night for an extremely long length of time would be enough to wear anybody out. Dillon just could not say no and neither one of them were completely satisfied unless they accomplished a second helping of each other. Dillon stretched his arms and legs and glanced over to his right, but discovered he was alone in the bed. After escaping from the light sheets and covering his nude lower body with cotton drawstring pants, Dillon left his bedroom and followed the scent. He smiled to himself when he saw her dressed in his tshirt which still barely covered her light pink panties. Dillon quietly carried his feet over to the stove and slithered his arms behind Georgie around her waist. She grinned, knowing who it was that made her petite body jolt from surprise.

"Good morning." Dillon lightly said in Georgie's hair while he held her waist.

"Good morning blanket hog." Georgie replied, frying their eggs properly as she layed her other palm on top of Dillon's hand which rested on her flat stomach.

"What are you trying to make?" he teased, his chin nestled on her shoulder.

"Eggs. The least I can do for all the times you've cooked for me." Georgie answered.

"Well thank you my beautiful nympho. But you don't need to do me any favors Ledfoot." Dillon removed his chin from her. "I love taking care of you." he kissed her soft cheek, leaving his lips on her skin for awhile. She revealed her small dimple.

"I know." said Georgie, flipping the eggs over so they'd cook on the other side. "I want to." she finished. Dillon held her tighter.

"I can really get used to you wearing my clothes." He whispered in her ear, causing Georgie to smirk behind a slight laugh Dillon grew to adore. He then poured them both some coffee when it was ready, making Dr. Jones' just the way she liked to drink it.

"Did you take your medicine yet?" he asked her, stirring the sweet n low with the Foldgers coffee.

"Yes doctor. Right after I woke up." Georgie answered, holding the spatula in her left hand as she kept her eyes on the food while it cooked.

"Good. Otherwise Id shove the pill down your throat." said Dillon, putting the spoon down on the couner.

"No you wouldn't." said Georgie, making sure the eggs weren't burning on the bottom in the pan.

"No. Id just break it down into your gross coffee." Dillon said truthfully.

"How is my coffee gross?" Georgie asked, turning the temperature down on the stove. "It has taste. Not black and bland like yours." she finished. Dillon looked over at her.

"Just make my eggs woman." He teased, bringing the coffee cups to the table. Georgie estimated the eggs were finished and she put both of them on two plates, setting Dillon's down in front of him.

"Smells good. Thank you baby." he said, joining his girlfriend at the breakfast table.

"Mhm." Georgie said in her throat. "Pepper?" she asked. Dillon handed it to her.

"Thanks. Let me know how they taste." she added, watching Dillon pick up a piece of egg with his fork.

"I will." he promised.

"This is my specialty." Georgie told him, dashing pepper over her food.

"Anybody can make eggs Ledfoot." said Dillon, chewing them.

"Really?" she replied, cutting off a piece with the side of her fork.

"Yeah." Dillon swallowed. "Yours," he sipped some coffee. "aren't too bad." he finished.

"Liar." Georgie welcomed the food in her mouth. "You know," she paused to chew. "You never did answer my question last night."

"When? The first or second time after you demanded your way with me?" Dillon asked sarcasticly. She smiled.

"Second." Georgie answered.

"What question would that be again?" Officer Quartermaine wondered, taking more food in his mouth.

"What's your number one thing on your list of things to do?" Georgie asked her boyfriend, then put the fork to her mouth. Dillon swallowed and looked at her.

"I dont have a list." he answered. Georgie chewed her food and returned his eyes.

"You don't?" she asked again.

"Nope." Dillon put his fork down on the plate to grab more eggs.

"There's not one thing you want to do before you die? Something you always wanted to do but never did." Georgie repeated. Dillon chewed his food in thought, then brought his deep brown eyes over to Dr. Jones.

"There is actually. But you're gonna like, call me a pervert or something and make fun of me." he said.

"No I won't. I swear." she promised, taking a sip of her french vanilla coffee.

"Okay." Dillon put his fork down and wipped his mouth off with a napkin. "It's more of - an um," he paused. "a spontaneous.. combution." Dillon confessed. Georgie rolled her eyes and smirked at him.

"Is that all you ever think about?" she asked.

"No. It's not - Georgie, it's not all I think about. It's not even in the top five - three. More like number two." Dillon answered.

"Tell me." said Georgie, setting her coffee back down.

"K. Well it involves an elevator. Before my days in the dust, I want to be.. spontaneous with a very attractive female, preferably a sexy brunette doctor, in an elevator." Dillon confessed. Georgie looked at him blantly. He nodded.

"That's it?" she asked.

"Yeah." he answered.

"Okay." Georgie said, cutting her food.

"What?" Dillon asked, seeing the odd expression on her face.

"Nothing." she answered, before feeding herself another bite of the eggs.

They were both going to be late for work in a half hour if neither one of them were dressed yet. Bathing together saved them plenty of time. A twentyeight minute shower would definatly put them in jepardy of being late and neither one of them seemed to care. Dillon stood in front of his bathroom mirror dressed in his uniform pants and wrinkled blue shirt Georgie had on earlier, while quickly styling his spikey hair.

"You should wear a different long sleeve shirt Quartermaine," Dr. Jones said to him while she put on her jeans. She didn't need her scrubs until she'd change in the womans locker room at the hospital. "that one has wrinkles in it." she finished, zipping up her levis.

"It's fine. My other ones are dirty." said Dillon, placing the cap back on the hairspray can.

"So do your laundry." Georgie reminded him, slipping her feet into a pair of white socks.

"That's what I have you for." Officer Quartermaine teased, exiting the bathroom after turning off the light. "What's the matter?" he added.

"I had a bra.." Georgie stood near the foot of the bed, looking around the floor for her brazzaire.

"Try under the bed." Dillon replied, standing in the bathroom doorway. Georgie took his suggestion and bent down to search under the matress. Dillon sneeked a peek of her rear before heading to his closet.

"Are you uh, you working the night shift tonight?" he asked, opening his closet door.

"Yeah until a little after midnight." Georgie answered, hooking her bra from the back. "Monica warned me not to work passed three anymore." she finished, finding her blouse.

"Wow, you're actually taking advice from a doctor." Dillon said, sitting down on the bed to tie his shoes.

"I AM a doctor, and I know why she told me. I can't overdo anything until I have stronger medication." Georgie said, fixing her shirt and standing in front of Dillon who was still sitting. He sighed after tying his right shoelace.

"I guess we can't do anymore sexual activities like last night then." Dillon looked up at her.

"Guess not." Georgie agreed, looking down at him. Dillon tucked in his lips and grabbed both cheeks of Georgie's bum with his palms on the back of her jeans, causing her to smirk behind a laugh as he pulled Georgie down on the bed. Their kiss was deep and sensual until one of them broke it, remembering where they soon had to be.

"Mm." Georgie sadly moaned, kissing Dillon who was above her on the made matress.

"I know." Dillon whispered against her lips, knowing she didnt want to stop either.

"We better," Georgie paused to kiss him once more. "leave now or my dad will be very," Dillon interrupted to kiss her. "very suspicous and send out detectives to look for YOU." she finished, looking up at Dillon.

"Alright...C'mon nympho," Dillon said, getting up.

The elevator was empty, just holding a doctor and police officer inside and taking them down to the very first floor of the apartment building. Georgie heared Dillon say something to her about going to Manhattan for a classic movie playing late after their shifts and she stood next to him, planning something of her own. Dillon made her to do list shorter and Georgie thought of nothing better than to thank him by granting him his wish.

"I mean only if you want to later on tonight we'll go." Dillon said. Georgie took a few steps forward, eyeing the emergency stop button.

"Yeah sure, a movie sounds good." she agreed, then pushed the red button with her two thin fingers. Dillon witnessed her sneaky actions and was puzzled.

"You do realise that's NOT what you push for the doors to open, right?" Dillon asked, looking at his girlfriend.

"Mhm." Georgie replied, unbuttoning her jacket while slowly walking back over to her boyfriend.

"Something was in those eggs Ledfoot." Dillon said. Georgie shook her head in the negative, coming towards Dillon like a lioness, ready to pounce on her prey.

"Nope." she promised, slidding her hands up Officer Quartermaine's chest. "Think again.." Georgie sang, while heading to Dillon's left ear and softly kissing below it on the side of his neck.

"Ohh okay, okay." Dillon smirked when he realised what she was up to and he placed his hands on her petite back, as her soft lips tickled his skin. "You're definatly," Dillon paused to enjoy the touch of Georgie's mouth on his neck. "going to make us both late." he finished.

"Dillon," Georgie kissed his shaven jawline.

"Hm?" he answered in his throat.

"Shutup." She hushed him, glidding kisses along his skin.

"M 'kay." Dillon obliged, allowing Georgie to slid her hands further down to his abdomen and he returned her heavy kiss as they fooled around in the elevator. Making their record of - three times that day.

Dr. Robin Drake adjusted her maternity flared top underneath her white coat and wrote down the condition her patient was in while standing near Dr. Jones at the nurses station. Her stomach was buldging more each month as the female fetus inside her womb grew each day. Suddenly since her miracle pregnancy, Robin's belly became property to anyone wh approached her and found it necessary to feel for any movement from the baby. Robin didn't mind. Just as long as people told her she wasn't as big as a house and she was glowing, and they were either family or friends of hers. Or her husband.

"Dr. Jones can I borrow your pen for a second?" Robin asked her cousin who was glancing at a patient's blood test results, while thoughts of an Officer danced in Georgie's head. "Mine is dead." she finished. "Dr. Jones?" Robin asked again, proud to call Georgie by her now professional name. "Georgie." Robin said louder, hoping to be heared this time.

"Huh?" Georgie looked up at Dr. Drake. "I'm sorry Robin, what'd you need?" she added, putting the paper all the way down on the couner.

"Can I borrow your pen for a second?" Robin repeated.

"Oh," Georgie went to her white jacket pocket. "sure." she finished, giving Dr. Drake a writing utencil.

"Thanks." Robin took it. "Jezz." she laughed. "Don't you ever change the Dillon Channel off up there?" she added, writing today's date down on the next line. Georgie revealed her dimples and then brought her deep brown eyes back down at the patient's records.

"No." Dr. Jones answered behind another soft smile, embarrased at her constant habit. "I'm sorry." she laughed. "I guess I can't help it." she said. "I'm just, very happy." she finished. Robin glanced over at her cousin.

"Good. You should be. From what I've seen, Dillon is one of the great ones." said Robin. Dr. Jones returned her eyes at Robin and agreed.

"He is. Dillon is," she searched for words. "amazing. And I feel so safe with him. Comfortable. More than I ever was with anyone else. You know?" Georgie added. Robin smiled back.

"Yep. Yes I do." Dr. Drake answered, and finished signing the document.

He had a knot in the pit of his stomach all afternoon and it wasn't from the eggs Georgie made him this morning. It was something else. A different feeling than sickness. No, this was worse. Almost as if it were a warning sign or alarm, trying to tell Dillon someone was in danger. He remembered he had that same sickness feeling in the pit of his stomach years ago, during the night he lost his first love. And that feeling grew stronger when him and Lucky reached General Hospital. Manny Ruez was there in disguise trying to hide from the police. Lucky thought about his wife Elizabeth being on the same floor with him, unaware of Manny and his evil ways. The lump in Lucky's throat grew larger as him and Dillon crept the stairway in the hospital, while other officers followed behind them. Georgie was there. Dillon thought about his girlfriend being trapped in the same building with Manny and Dillon cringed at the other thought of what that criminal could possibly do to her if Manny snapped. The knot in the pit of Dillon's stomach increased as they entered the fourth floor. Doctors walked by to head towards the rooms of sick patients. Nurses followed while some pushed a gurny down the hall to the emergency room. Lucky hoped to himself that Liz wasn't on this same floor. A janitor mopping the tiles fit the Peurtoricean's description underneath the gray hat and suit, including the black facial hair. A few tattoos on his neck and hands were visiable. Dillon silently prayed to whoever would hear him that his Georgie was on a different floor, operating on a patient. Lucky yelled out freeze to Manny, causing him to look up from mopping the floor.

"Don't you friging move." Lucky angrily finished, pointing his gun at the wanted fugitive. Heads were turned at the scene of a doomed soul.

"You got, lucky." Manny spoke behind a grin. "this time Officer Spencer. I was living the high life thanks to you brainless cops." he finished.

"You're days of glory are over pal." Lucky said, while Dillon looked at Manny and then Lucky, having his back with his own gun. "Game over. You lose." he added.

"Stay right there Ruez, and keep your hands where we can see 'em." Dillon warned, pointing his gun at the serial killer.

"Cuff him Lucky." Jesse ordered, in the same position as the other men with guns. Lucky stood there in anger, silent while starring back coldly at the man who took his younger sister Lulu's life. His grip on the weapon became tighter and began to pull the trigger with his thumb.

"Lucky, cuff him!" Jesse repeated. Manny and Lucky drew dark eyes at each other.

"Lucky!" Dillon shouted at his best friend. Manny Ruez felt threatened and beaten and ran away as fast as he could in the opposite direction when nothing was being done. The officers chased after him seconds later.

"God damnit Lucky!" Dillon howled at his friend as they all ran to catch the murder. Manny knew they were on his tail and he needed to do something to end this. He found the nurses station and had a plan to harm anyone who was key to his escape. Dillon could feel his heart in his throat and the knot in his stomach tightened when he saw his worst fear happening right in front of him. A horror movie he couldn't turn off this time. Manny Ruez had grabbed Georgie and tightly held her hostage in his arms. There were screams. Heavy, unsteady breathing amongst all fear.

"Let her go Manny!" Dillon loudly panicked while pointing his gun at Manny.

"It's over Ruez, drop your weapon now and let Georgie go!" Lucky yelped, also aiming his gun at the same target. Georgie and Dillon exchanged looks. He could see the terror in her eyes and she saw the fear in his.

"Such a pretty thing." Manny remarked about Dr. Jones and kissed her cheek. Georgie moved her head, disgusted and trying to avoid his lips from touching her face. "You don't want me to kill your beautiful girlfriend here Officer Quartermaine huh? Back off, or I will." he promised.

"Put the gun down asshole." Dillon coldly ordered in his deep voice. Manny pressed harder on Georgie's side and she could feel the head of the gun digging into her ribcage.

"No." Georgie pleaded behind the pain, as Manny held her tightly.

"You have exactly five seconds psychopath to let Georgie go, or I'm going to blow your fucking head off!" Dillon angrily warned, holding the gun tighter in his sweaty palms while aiming at Manny. Dillon could hear Georgie's soft cry behind a plea begging Ruez not to do this. Dillon's heartrate increased faster when he looked into Georgie's fearful eyes. He can't lose her. Not this way. He was happy again and she was the reason Dillon woke up every single morning wanting more days just to spend them with Georgie. She was the reason he felt whole again. He had a second chance at true happiness and damn anyone who got in his way of it. He had another chance to save this woman who he loves with all of his heart and soul. He had to save her. There was still one more thing he had to make come true on her list. He wanted that house with Georgie. Those kids. That family he never thought of having before until after falling in love with Dr. Jones. He couldnt lose her like this. Georgie mouthed, 'I love you' to Dillon behind tearfilled eyes, horrorified this would be the last time with him she always feared would come sooner. Dillon's vision weakend when tears filled his own eyes looking back at her.

An elevator door opened with Dr. Patrick Drake inside. Manny takes this opporitunity and forcefully pulls Georgie with him inside the elevator. She struggles to fight him and he grips her body harder. Dillon shoots at him from behind, causing Manny to grunt in pain and Georgie to scream in fright leaving Dr. Jones to fall to the floor, out of Manny's grasp. Manny Ruez collapses against the wall of the elevator as blood escapes from his body. Lucky and Dillon quickly stop the elevator doors from closing. Dillon put his gun back in place and immediatly goes to Georgie whose laying on the floor. Lucky and Jesse handcuff Manny and pull him up from the ground. Georgie regains consciecousness and opens her eyes at Dillon yelling her name. He helps her sit up.

"Dillon!" Georgie said, happy to be able to see him again as she latches onto him with her arms wrapping around behind his neck. She needed him to hold her. To feel safe again in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay it's over." Dillon comfortly murmured in her ear with his eyes closing while he hears her soft weep in their tight embrace. "It's over baby." he soothed, then kissed her hair. "I got you. I got you baby." he continued. Georgie hugged him tighter.

"Let me look at you, are you okay?" Dillon worried, breaking their hug. "you okay?" he repeated, holding Georgie's cheeks inside his palms, examinging her and brushing the lose hair away from her beautiful face he loved, looking at her petite body for any traces of Georgie's own blood.

"I'm fine." Georgie assured him behind a weepy voice. "I'm not hurt." she added. Dillon then kissed her lips when he knew for sure she was alright. Georgie kissed him back longer. He then kissed her nose and forehead, soon back to her lips kissing her mouth several times at once. Dillon sniffled back his own tears.

"Just hold me." Georgie requested, looking back at him. "Please just hold me Dillon." she begged underneath a soft whimmper. Dillon obliged, and wrapped his arms back around her body. That's all he wanted to do for the next ten minutes or so was to just hold Georgie in his arms.

Author's Note: MORE TO COME ASAP!! I will be putting the REST of the story chapters all in this section from now on since I only have 2 more documents left of my account. I need to save those two document files for the sequel of Lost Without Each Other. Please send me a messege asking to let you know when I have updated this story if you dont have me saved as a favorite author or something and I will definatly let you know when I have updated Along The Broken Road. Thanks for reading! And your comments! Please feel free to check out my very own fanfiction site Heart and Soul where I host all of my work first and then I post spoilers for each story. The link is in my profile at the very bottom.