Georgie woke up with the sun shining directly into her eyes. Her head hurt. So this was what a hangover felt like, she had forgotten. She sighed, rolling over to avoid the sun. As she did, she caught a glimpse of a figure lying beside her. Her eyes quickly opened and she sat up in the bed. Lucas.
"Oh my God," she whispered, putting her hand over her mouth.
She glanced around the room and spotted her clothes lying in a heap in the middle of the bedroom floor. What had happened last night? She had remembered leaving the bar. Coleman had called them a taxi. Lucas had insisted she stay at his place instead of going home. She was all tipsy and flirty, and she kissed him on the couch. What happened after that? Well, it was obvious what had happened, how could she have been so stupid?
She slowly slid out of the bed and walked to her clothes; grabbing them up in her arms, she darted into the bathroom and pulled them on. She caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared all over her face and little trails of mascara were dried down her cheeks. Moving as quickly and quietly as she could, she slipped out the bedroom door and ran out of Lucas' apartment. By the time she reached the bottom floor, she was sobbing. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let this happen? She had slept with Lucas, a man who didn't love her, a man she didn't love. She knew why she did it. It was because she didn't have to feel anything with him. She knew when she woke up there would be no ties, not emotions that would linger in her heart, nothing. She had never been able to hold her liquor and she had put a lot of punishment on her system last night at Jake's.
She rounded the corner and ran straight into a paper box. As she stepped back from it, her eyes caught sight of the headline. "Quartermaine Heir Dies In Tragic Plane Crash". She felt her breath catch in her throat and quickly rummaged through her purse to find fifty cents for a paper. Opening the paper as fast as she could she scanned the article. Further down the page was a picture of Ned Ashton. He had been riding in the ELQ Jet, returning from a business meeting in Aspen, there was terrible turbulence and the plane went down just outside of Port Charles around 12 AM that morning.
"Dillon," she whispered, another tear sliding down her cheek. Dillon's brother was dead.
* Flashback *
"What do you think?" Dillon raised an eyebrow, handing the ring over to his brother.
"Very nice," Ned smiled, twirling it between his fingers "I think Georgie will love it."
"I hope so," Dillon sighed, tucking it back into his pocket "Thanks for coming with me."
"No problem," Ned assured him as they walked out of the jewelry store "I'm actually glad you asked me to help you decide."
"Well, I value your opinion. I only want the best for Georgie."
"You know, I bet our mother never expected us to actually get along," Ned laughed "She probably thought we'd be at each other's throats like all the other Quartermaines."
"Yeah, how did that happen?" Dillon smirked, still holding onto the ring in his pocket.
"I don't know," Ned shook his head "but I'm glad that we proved her wrong. It's nice to have a relative you can stand to be around every once and a while, even if he is, what was it? A criminal hooligan?"
Dillon laughed and patted his brother on the back as they walked down the docks.
* End Flashback *
Dillon searched through a drawer trying to find the diamond cufflinks that Ned had given him for Christmas a few years earlier. He wanted to wear them to the funeral. The reality of the situation hadn't sank in yet, he was sure it would hit him at the service. His eyes finally fell upon a little blue velvet box and he opened it hoping to find them. Instead, he found Georgie's diamond and emerald engagement ring. He quickly shut the box and shoved it back inside the drawer. She had never seen it, she didn't even know that it existed. Any other person would have gotten rid of it, but he couldn't; If he kept it, it tricked his mind into believing that it was still a possibility, and it didn't hurt as much. Turning his back on the dresser, he crossed the room to pull one of his suits out of the closet. Attached to the sleeves, were the cufflinks.
He headed downstairs and checked to make sure everything was packed. He would have to stay for a while, there was the service, reading of the will and taking care of any loose ends for Ned that he could.
"Sir," the guard called from outside the door "You have a visitor."
He opened the door and in walked Faith dressed in her traditional black widow garb.
"Ready?"
"Excuse me?" Dillon raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I intend to pay my respects to Ned. After all, we did have a relationship once."
"Yeah, based solely on business deals," Dillon scoffed.
"I knew Ned very up close and personal," she smirked.
"I don't care. You are not setting foot near Port Charles. You're not going to sabotage Ned's funeral and only cause more pain to the family. Understand?"
"I thought you didn't care about the Quartermaines?"
"I care about my grandmother, and Emily, and Ned's children and they don't deserve having you trample all over that place like a lover in mourning!"
"Fine," Faith turned on her heals and headed toward the door "But Ned would have wanted me there."
"Leo!" Dillon called out to his door guard "Get her out of here and make sure she doesn't leave town!"
Georgie stepped into the shower and turned the water as hot as she could make it. She felt like she should stay in there for hours, try to get any trace of what happened between her and Lucas to go away. Maybe Lucas wouldn't remember, after all she didn't, and if he woke up alone maybe it would seem normal to him. The steam began to rise in the shower and she leaned against the wall as it filled the area. Reaching for her shampoo, she took her time washing her hair.
She would have to go to Ned's funeral. She owed it to Ned. He had always been so kind to her, even comforting her after Dillon left. Emily would appreciate her being there, as well as Lila. The truth was, she owed it to Dillon too. She wondered if he would even show, he loved Ned very much but having to be around the entire Quartermaine clan would be hard on him. All of their critical stares and uncomfortable body language, acting as if Dillon was a roach crawling across their shoe.
The telephone rang and she rushed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and answered it on the fifth ring.
"Hello?" she asked breathlessly.
"Georgie, have you seen the paper?" Maxie blurted into the phone.
"Yeah, I saw it."
"Are you going to the funeral?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Oh my God," she whispered, putting her hand over her mouth.
She glanced around the room and spotted her clothes lying in a heap in the middle of the bedroom floor. What had happened last night? She had remembered leaving the bar. Coleman had called them a taxi. Lucas had insisted she stay at his place instead of going home. She was all tipsy and flirty, and she kissed him on the couch. What happened after that? Well, it was obvious what had happened, how could she have been so stupid?
She slowly slid out of the bed and walked to her clothes; grabbing them up in her arms, she darted into the bathroom and pulled them on. She caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smeared all over her face and little trails of mascara were dried down her cheeks. Moving as quickly and quietly as she could, she slipped out the bedroom door and ran out of Lucas' apartment. By the time she reached the bottom floor, she was sobbing. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let this happen? She had slept with Lucas, a man who didn't love her, a man she didn't love. She knew why she did it. It was because she didn't have to feel anything with him. She knew when she woke up there would be no ties, not emotions that would linger in her heart, nothing. She had never been able to hold her liquor and she had put a lot of punishment on her system last night at Jake's.
She rounded the corner and ran straight into a paper box. As she stepped back from it, her eyes caught sight of the headline. "Quartermaine Heir Dies In Tragic Plane Crash". She felt her breath catch in her throat and quickly rummaged through her purse to find fifty cents for a paper. Opening the paper as fast as she could she scanned the article. Further down the page was a picture of Ned Ashton. He had been riding in the ELQ Jet, returning from a business meeting in Aspen, there was terrible turbulence and the plane went down just outside of Port Charles around 12 AM that morning.
"Dillon," she whispered, another tear sliding down her cheek. Dillon's brother was dead.
* Flashback *
"What do you think?" Dillon raised an eyebrow, handing the ring over to his brother.
"Very nice," Ned smiled, twirling it between his fingers "I think Georgie will love it."
"I hope so," Dillon sighed, tucking it back into his pocket "Thanks for coming with me."
"No problem," Ned assured him as they walked out of the jewelry store "I'm actually glad you asked me to help you decide."
"Well, I value your opinion. I only want the best for Georgie."
"You know, I bet our mother never expected us to actually get along," Ned laughed "She probably thought we'd be at each other's throats like all the other Quartermaines."
"Yeah, how did that happen?" Dillon smirked, still holding onto the ring in his pocket.
"I don't know," Ned shook his head "but I'm glad that we proved her wrong. It's nice to have a relative you can stand to be around every once and a while, even if he is, what was it? A criminal hooligan?"
Dillon laughed and patted his brother on the back as they walked down the docks.
* End Flashback *
Dillon searched through a drawer trying to find the diamond cufflinks that Ned had given him for Christmas a few years earlier. He wanted to wear them to the funeral. The reality of the situation hadn't sank in yet, he was sure it would hit him at the service. His eyes finally fell upon a little blue velvet box and he opened it hoping to find them. Instead, he found Georgie's diamond and emerald engagement ring. He quickly shut the box and shoved it back inside the drawer. She had never seen it, she didn't even know that it existed. Any other person would have gotten rid of it, but he couldn't; If he kept it, it tricked his mind into believing that it was still a possibility, and it didn't hurt as much. Turning his back on the dresser, he crossed the room to pull one of his suits out of the closet. Attached to the sleeves, were the cufflinks.
He headed downstairs and checked to make sure everything was packed. He would have to stay for a while, there was the service, reading of the will and taking care of any loose ends for Ned that he could.
"Sir," the guard called from outside the door "You have a visitor."
He opened the door and in walked Faith dressed in her traditional black widow garb.
"Ready?"
"Excuse me?" Dillon raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I intend to pay my respects to Ned. After all, we did have a relationship once."
"Yeah, based solely on business deals," Dillon scoffed.
"I knew Ned very up close and personal," she smirked.
"I don't care. You are not setting foot near Port Charles. You're not going to sabotage Ned's funeral and only cause more pain to the family. Understand?"
"I thought you didn't care about the Quartermaines?"
"I care about my grandmother, and Emily, and Ned's children and they don't deserve having you trample all over that place like a lover in mourning!"
"Fine," Faith turned on her heals and headed toward the door "But Ned would have wanted me there."
"Leo!" Dillon called out to his door guard "Get her out of here and make sure she doesn't leave town!"
Georgie stepped into the shower and turned the water as hot as she could make it. She felt like she should stay in there for hours, try to get any trace of what happened between her and Lucas to go away. Maybe Lucas wouldn't remember, after all she didn't, and if he woke up alone maybe it would seem normal to him. The steam began to rise in the shower and she leaned against the wall as it filled the area. Reaching for her shampoo, she took her time washing her hair.
She would have to go to Ned's funeral. She owed it to Ned. He had always been so kind to her, even comforting her after Dillon left. Emily would appreciate her being there, as well as Lila. The truth was, she owed it to Dillon too. She wondered if he would even show, he loved Ned very much but having to be around the entire Quartermaine clan would be hard on him. All of their critical stares and uncomfortable body language, acting as if Dillon was a roach crawling across their shoe.
The telephone rang and she rushed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself and answered it on the fifth ring.
"Hello?" she asked breathlessly.
"Georgie, have you seen the paper?" Maxie blurted into the phone.
"Yeah, I saw it."
"Are you going to the funeral?"
"Do I have a choice?"