Roadside Realization

Wow so I haven't done a Spixie piece in forever it seems...well I hope you all enjoy. Standard disclaimers apply as I don't own GH and anything seen representing someone else work is unintentional.

It had been almost a month since that night where she almost lost him, when he dove in front of an oncoming car to save her. The night where he lost his spleen and she found her feelings for him come to light. Sure it wasn't the accident that did it, or the fact that he survived, no it was after that, the way he stood up for her even after her deepest darkest deeds came to the surface in the courtroom, he still loved her, trusted her.

This is why they were together now. No not as boyfriend and girlfriend though secretly both parties wished it so. No, they were best friends which was why he was accompanying her on a trip to the city while she did some business for Kate's magazine.

Standing in the parking garage of Harberview Towers Damian Spinelli rolled his eyes.

"What, I need to look my best," Maxie Jones said as she was placing her suitcases in the trunk of her car.

"The Jackal wasn't rolling his eyes about the Maximista's luggage amount," he said smiling as he placed his lone duffle bag in the trunk, "I was merely wondering why we were taking your car into the city."

"What's wrong with my car?"

"Well if I recall the Maximista was pretty harsh about her set of wheels as it were the night of my most unfortunate accident."

"Well it's true this car is a POS."

Spinelli though a genius sat for a moment before realizing that POS meant Piece of Shit before he nodded allowing her to continue.

"But it gets the job done."

"But wouldn't something like the mob mobile be more fitting."

Maxie smiled knowing the shiny black SUV was classier but was all too dangerous.

"For the first time I think I want to choose substance over style."

Not one to argue Spinelli simply nodded.

"Can I drive," he playfully said to her.

"No," she smiled teasingly back to him as they got into the car and pulled out of the garage and on their way to the city.

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With the sounds of Maroon 5 coming out of the speakers and the coolness of the air conditioner blowing at their bodies they drove into the night making random small talk but nothing too substantial.

"I kind of miss not waking up in that pink room of yours," Maxie said casually to him.

"Well you didn't have to leave."

"Yea I did, your stitches were removed and well it wasn't my place to intrude."

"Maximista you were doing anything but, anyway why are we heading into the city again?"

"Kate is so busy trying to salvage that wedding of hers that she needs me, her first assistant to talk to go to this fundraiser for her."

"Fundraiser, should the Jackal of brought something more suitable."

"I wasn't planning on taking you."

He gave her a discouraged look as she said how she merely wanted company on the drive and who better to ride with then her best friend.

Suddenly they heard a popping noise and they made their way to the breakdown lane.

"What was that," Maxie said as the car skidded to a stop.

"I think we blew a tire Maximista."

Maxie nodded hoping that was the case and they didn't hit some poor defenseless animal.

They both exited the vehicle and noticed that indeed they did blow a tire.

"Hold on," Maxie said, "let me call triple A I'm sure they can help."

"Are you sure they would come at such a late hour."

Maxie shrugged and pulled out her cell phone before making an annoyed face.

"What is the matter?"

"I have no bars Spinelli, what about you."

Spinelli pulled his phone out and shook his head.

"I wish that I could change a tire but that is yet another manly skill that the Jackal lacks."

"It's alright Spinelli I'm sure someone will come and help us...eventually."

He nodded following her back into the car.

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They turned off the engine to preserve gas; the only thing left on was the emergency blinkers. Finally after sitting in silence Maxie looked at Maxie and smiled.

"These past few weeks, months really Spinelli I have felt better then I have in a long time."

"You have."

"I have and it's all because of you."

"I the Jackal."

"Yes, you the Jackal. You have brotten out the best in me Spinelli and for that I am grateful however..."

"However..."

"I'm still afraid that I'll eventually slip up, I mean after all I did accept Claudia's offer last June to seduce Johnny and..."

"That's water under the bridge Maximista, and besides nobody's perfect I mean I was a pot smoking punk working for Evil Al when I first met Stone Cold."

Maxie smiled and let Spinelli talk about his past for a while before she spoke up.

"So then Spinelli what does this make us."

"Make us."

"Yes, are we still best friends or are we you know."

"I would think Maximista to be more of a relationship expert then the Jackal."

Maxie just let out a laugh as she ran her hands through his hair and looked into his eyes, really looked into them. They were a deep blueish green color she hadn't noticed that before. And the way they glistened in the moonlight was truly magnificent. Taking her hand now she gently stroked his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. It was probably one of the most passionate kissed they had ever shared, even more so then the time right before they made love that warm July evening on Jason's couch.

"I love you Spinelli," she whispered pulling back.

"I love you Maxie," he replied in a deeper more cool and collective voice before placing his hand on her cheek and pulling her in for a second kiss.

As they were lost in each other however there was suddenly a knock on the window.

"What seems to be the problem," a cop said looking into the car.

Maxie took a deep breath thankful they were out of the PCPD's jurisdiction because she didn't want Mac to find out she was now 'with' Spinelli from one of the members of the police force.

Maxie explained that they blew a tire and the cop helped them to change it.

"Drive safely," the cop said as they pulled away.

Maxie nodded as they headed back down the dark stretch of road.

"So what does this make us," Spinelli asked as they were driving.

A grin spread on Maxie's face as he instantly knew her response.

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A few days later she stood in the lobby of a lavish hotel in Manhattan dressed in a gorgeous black cocktail dress her blond hair in curls pined to the side with a sparkling silver pin as she watched the elevator open and a man step out. He wore a stylish designer suit and his dark hair was gelled back reveling the most beautiful eyes you'd ever seen. Approaching her he smiled a goofy yet alluring smile before linking his arm into hers and leading her to the ballroom.

"Miss Jones," an older man said coming toward her, "How's Kate."

"She's fine," Maxie said as he looked over to the man still attached to her arm, "and who is this."

"This is Damian Spinelli, my boyfriend," she said loving the way is simply rolled off her tongue and hoped to be able to say this for a long time to come.

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THE END