This is a kinda short chapter. I've been having writer's block. I know how I want it to end but the hard part is just getting to that point. =) Thanks so much for the reviews!
The little velvet box sat in the middle of Dillon's desk. His eyes drifted to it as he tried to focus on the papers Ryan had dropped off for him. After he got back, he had decided to dive into his work in order to avoid thinking about what had happened. As he had been unpacking his things earlier, he came across the box again and brought it downstairs. Just as he reached out to open it, Leo knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" he sighed, resting his face in his hands.
"Faith Roscoe to see you sir."
Before Dillon could tell him to send her away, she came rushing through the door with an unusual smile on her face. She walked around him and sat down in a chair directly in front of his desk.
"How was the funeral?" she smirked.
Dillon didn't answer, he turned his attention back to his paperwork.
"Take a look at this," she held up her left hand "Nice rock huh?"
On her ring finger was a large diamond surrounded by sapphire baguettes. She twirled her hand around with excitement. Dillon noted this was the first time he had ever seen her look excited, well except when she had just killed someone. That tended to give her a thrill.
"So all that work paid off," Dillon glanced up, then back down to his desk "And it only took you twelve years."
Faith scoffed and leaned back in her seat.
"Ric wants to be with me."
"Yeah, sure he does," Dillon laughed "Strange coincidence that this comes right after Elizabeth and Lucky's wedding."
"Ric doesn't want her," Faith insisted "I'm the only woman in his life."
"You're the only one that'll take him."
"Why are you being so hostile?" Faith studied his face for a few seconds "Oh...saw the good doctor, did we?"
"Leave Georgie out of this," Dillon signed the last document and shoved them in the top drawer of his desk "Did you come here for something?"
"No. I was going to gloat, but I see there's no need."
"Why in the hell do you keep coming here?" Dillon shook his head in disbelief "We're not friends, we're not business partners, I can't even stand the sight of you."
"She must have worked you over good," Faith smirked as she got up and walked out.
"Leo!" Dillon shouted.
"Sir?" Leo poked his head inside the door.
"Don't you ever let that woman in here again, understand?"
"Are you sure about this?" Maxie sighed as she stood in front of her sister at the airport. When Georgie called her and explained she was going to New York City to see Dillon, she had been shocked. All she could think about was how his leaving three years ago had affected her. Georgie had felt like it was her fault. That was when she had started drinking. She would go out with some friends at the college after classes and have a few beers. Then it progressed to drinking almost every night at Jake's. Coleman and Georgie got to know each other on a first name basis. Every time Maxie would come to pick her up at the bar, Georgie would be crying about Dillon. Thankfully, between Emily and Maxie they had convinced her to sober up and take control of her own life.
"I'm positive," Georgie nodded.
"Just be careful."
"I'll be fine, trust me."
The sisters hugged each other tightly and Georgie headed into the terminal. She took a deep breath as she handed the stewardess her ticket. This was it. There was no turning back now.
"Did you sign them all?" Ryan asked as Dillon passed over all of the papers he had dropped off for him.
"Yeah," Dillon nodded absentmindedly.
"How's your family doing?"
"They're ok. Ned's kids seem to be doing as well as expected."
"How about you?"
Dillon glanced up at his friend and shrugged. The truth was he had blocked Ned's death from his memory. In place of it was this nagging image of Georgie, standing in the hallway of her apartment building watching him as he walked away.
"You going back?" Ryan asked, as he poured himself a drink.
"What?" Dillon gave him a confused look. How did he know about Georgie?
"You know, to see your family, Ned's kids."
"Oh, oh I don't know," he shook his head "I might bring them here to visit."
Dillon picked the ring box off his desk and opened it. The light hit the stone and it glistened, attracting Ryan's attention.
"Who's that for?"
"Nobody," Dillon shook his head.
"Looks really nice to be for nobody."
Dillon quickly shut the box and tucked it into his pocket.
"Pour me one will you?"
Ryan handed Dillon a glass of brandy and he swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. Ryan watched him with interest. He sensed the burden Dillon was carrying with him, although he wasn't sure what it was, he knew it had to do with that infamous past he often referred to. After giving it a lot of thought, he was sure he had unraveled the mystery.
"So did you see her?"
"Who?"
"The woman that haunts Port Charles."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dillon shook his head as he poured another drink.
"Only a woman could make a man avoid an entire town like the plague," he continued "So, did you see her?"
"Don't worry about that," Dillon insisted, growing agitated with his questions "Just worry about my money."
"So you *did* see her."
Georgie leaned against the side of the elevator as it made it's way to the penthouse floor. A million thoughts were racing through her mind. She wasn't sure what she was going to say but she knew she was running out of time. Ruthless, that's what she needed to be. Ruthless like it was some business deal. She couldn't back down, she couldn't give in, no matter what he said to her. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out.
Standing in the hallway, just outside the door was a man she recognized. She had gotten to know Leo very well in the last years she had spent with Dillon in Port Charles. He had grown a beard, she noticed, but aside from that, he looked the same. She slowly walked up to him.
"Leo," she smiled.
She immediately caught the surprised, more like stunned, look in his eyes and she laughed.
"Bet you never expected to see me."
"Georgie," the man smiled at last "How are you?"
"I'm fine....I need to see Dillon."
"Does he know you're coming?" Leo furrowed his brow "Because, he didn't mention it to me."
"No, no he doesn't."
Leo looked a little wary but knocked on the door. He picked up Georgie's luggage that she had dropped onto the floor to carry it inside.
"What is it now?" Dillon jerked the door open.
His eyes grew wide and he took a step back. He looked over at Leo who shrugged and made his way past him inside to put down the suitcases.
"What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
"Yeah," he moved to allow her entrance into the room "Um, Ryan this is Georgie, Georgie this is my accountant Ryan."
Ryan studied them for a minute and smirked.
"So, *you're* the past," he extended his hand "I've heard so much about you."
The little velvet box sat in the middle of Dillon's desk. His eyes drifted to it as he tried to focus on the papers Ryan had dropped off for him. After he got back, he had decided to dive into his work in order to avoid thinking about what had happened. As he had been unpacking his things earlier, he came across the box again and brought it downstairs. Just as he reached out to open it, Leo knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" he sighed, resting his face in his hands.
"Faith Roscoe to see you sir."
Before Dillon could tell him to send her away, she came rushing through the door with an unusual smile on her face. She walked around him and sat down in a chair directly in front of his desk.
"How was the funeral?" she smirked.
Dillon didn't answer, he turned his attention back to his paperwork.
"Take a look at this," she held up her left hand "Nice rock huh?"
On her ring finger was a large diamond surrounded by sapphire baguettes. She twirled her hand around with excitement. Dillon noted this was the first time he had ever seen her look excited, well except when she had just killed someone. That tended to give her a thrill.
"So all that work paid off," Dillon glanced up, then back down to his desk "And it only took you twelve years."
Faith scoffed and leaned back in her seat.
"Ric wants to be with me."
"Yeah, sure he does," Dillon laughed "Strange coincidence that this comes right after Elizabeth and Lucky's wedding."
"Ric doesn't want her," Faith insisted "I'm the only woman in his life."
"You're the only one that'll take him."
"Why are you being so hostile?" Faith studied his face for a few seconds "Oh...saw the good doctor, did we?"
"Leave Georgie out of this," Dillon signed the last document and shoved them in the top drawer of his desk "Did you come here for something?"
"No. I was going to gloat, but I see there's no need."
"Why in the hell do you keep coming here?" Dillon shook his head in disbelief "We're not friends, we're not business partners, I can't even stand the sight of you."
"She must have worked you over good," Faith smirked as she got up and walked out.
"Leo!" Dillon shouted.
"Sir?" Leo poked his head inside the door.
"Don't you ever let that woman in here again, understand?"
"Are you sure about this?" Maxie sighed as she stood in front of her sister at the airport. When Georgie called her and explained she was going to New York City to see Dillon, she had been shocked. All she could think about was how his leaving three years ago had affected her. Georgie had felt like it was her fault. That was when she had started drinking. She would go out with some friends at the college after classes and have a few beers. Then it progressed to drinking almost every night at Jake's. Coleman and Georgie got to know each other on a first name basis. Every time Maxie would come to pick her up at the bar, Georgie would be crying about Dillon. Thankfully, between Emily and Maxie they had convinced her to sober up and take control of her own life.
"I'm positive," Georgie nodded.
"Just be careful."
"I'll be fine, trust me."
The sisters hugged each other tightly and Georgie headed into the terminal. She took a deep breath as she handed the stewardess her ticket. This was it. There was no turning back now.
"Did you sign them all?" Ryan asked as Dillon passed over all of the papers he had dropped off for him.
"Yeah," Dillon nodded absentmindedly.
"How's your family doing?"
"They're ok. Ned's kids seem to be doing as well as expected."
"How about you?"
Dillon glanced up at his friend and shrugged. The truth was he had blocked Ned's death from his memory. In place of it was this nagging image of Georgie, standing in the hallway of her apartment building watching him as he walked away.
"You going back?" Ryan asked, as he poured himself a drink.
"What?" Dillon gave him a confused look. How did he know about Georgie?
"You know, to see your family, Ned's kids."
"Oh, oh I don't know," he shook his head "I might bring them here to visit."
Dillon picked the ring box off his desk and opened it. The light hit the stone and it glistened, attracting Ryan's attention.
"Who's that for?"
"Nobody," Dillon shook his head.
"Looks really nice to be for nobody."
Dillon quickly shut the box and tucked it into his pocket.
"Pour me one will you?"
Ryan handed Dillon a glass of brandy and he swallowed the whole thing in one gulp. Ryan watched him with interest. He sensed the burden Dillon was carrying with him, although he wasn't sure what it was, he knew it had to do with that infamous past he often referred to. After giving it a lot of thought, he was sure he had unraveled the mystery.
"So did you see her?"
"Who?"
"The woman that haunts Port Charles."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Dillon shook his head as he poured another drink.
"Only a woman could make a man avoid an entire town like the plague," he continued "So, did you see her?"
"Don't worry about that," Dillon insisted, growing agitated with his questions "Just worry about my money."
"So you *did* see her."
Georgie leaned against the side of the elevator as it made it's way to the penthouse floor. A million thoughts were racing through her mind. She wasn't sure what she was going to say but she knew she was running out of time. Ruthless, that's what she needed to be. Ruthless like it was some business deal. She couldn't back down, she couldn't give in, no matter what he said to her. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out.
Standing in the hallway, just outside the door was a man she recognized. She had gotten to know Leo very well in the last years she had spent with Dillon in Port Charles. He had grown a beard, she noticed, but aside from that, he looked the same. She slowly walked up to him.
"Leo," she smiled.
She immediately caught the surprised, more like stunned, look in his eyes and she laughed.
"Bet you never expected to see me."
"Georgie," the man smiled at last "How are you?"
"I'm fine....I need to see Dillon."
"Does he know you're coming?" Leo furrowed his brow "Because, he didn't mention it to me."
"No, no he doesn't."
Leo looked a little wary but knocked on the door. He picked up Georgie's luggage that she had dropped onto the floor to carry it inside.
"What is it now?" Dillon jerked the door open.
His eyes grew wide and he took a step back. He looked over at Leo who shrugged and made his way past him inside to put down the suitcases.
"What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"
"Yeah," he moved to allow her entrance into the room "Um, Ryan this is Georgie, Georgie this is my accountant Ryan."
Ryan studied them for a minute and smirked.
"So, *you're* the past," he extended his hand "I've heard so much about you."