Disclaimer: All characters are property of ABC/Disney, except for
Angel, Eddie, and Jesse-they are property of my own creativity.
A/N: As I was beginning to post this it hit me, in a week PC will be over. But hey, this is what fan fiction is all about-writing your own stories, going as far into the future as you want. Enjoy!
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She scratched her head. She had taken off that blasted wig, but her head still itched. She had on the baseball cap and sunglasses again. Ok, here goes nothing, she said ringing the doorbell.
Lucy opened the door, distracted by something else. "Hey Angel. I swear every time I see you, you are looking more like your mom."
"Thanks for the compliment," she said, smiling.
Lucy turned around quickly. It couldn't be. She had to be imagining things. "Alison?" she said looking at the angel in front of her.
"Hi Lucy."
Lucy ran up and gave her a huge hug. She then pulled her to the sofa, "Tell me everything. Or at least what you can tell me. Does Rafe know you are here yet?"
Alison laughed at how what Lucy just said had run on in one long sentence. Ed was right, she was going to enjoy this mission.
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Jesse sat down on the sofa. She was almost sure that Rafe was cheating on her, but who was she. She went to his pants pocket from the night before and found a piece of paper. 'Port Charles Hotel, Room 1384', is what it read. She dialed the phone number for the hotel.
"Port Charles Hotel," she heard on the other line.
"Hello. I was wondering if you could tell me who is staying in room 1384."
"Yes, ma'am. The lady's name is Rose Black. Would you like me to connect you to that room?"
"No, that won't be necessary," she said hanging up the phone. She then dialed quickly.
"Hello," she heard the voice on the other line.
"Livvie, it's me. I need your help," she said, starting to tear up again.
"What's wrong Jesse?"
"I think Rafe is cheating on me. He's been with a woman named Rose Black for the past two days. He says she's an old friend, do you know her?"
"Rose?" she said to herself. The name meant nothing to her.
"It might be a friend from before Port Charles," she said while thinking that wasn't possible-because all those people thought he had died in 1991.
"No, Jack and Jamal know her too. She's staying at the Port Charles Hotel, room 1384."
"I'll ask Caleb. It's going to be ok, Jesse. Don't worry," she said hanging up.
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Livvie walked up to the hotel room door. Caleb had no idea who the person was, and she was going to find out for her sisters sake, and for her curiosity. Who was in this room that had ties to Port Charles? Whoever it was, this person had been around when she came to town. She put her hand up and knocked.
Alison was looking over her notes when she heard the knock on the door. Looking through the eye hole she saw Livvie on the other side. Great, what in the world was she doing here. How was she going to keep her identity a secret any longer? She looked over and grabbed the wig. Throwing her blonde hair into a bun and the wig on she took one look in the mirror. Her eyes, she had to cover her eyes. Placing the sunglasses on, she went over and answered the door.
"Hello, can I help you?" she said, trying very badly to disguise her voice.
"I want to know who the hell you are, and why you are trying to steal my sister's husband," Livvie said storming into the room.
Alison had to laugh on the inside. Thirteen years hadn't changed Livvie one bit. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Rafe, Rafe Kovich. You spent all night with him last night, and then today at lunch. Now if you don't tell me right now you are going to regret it." Livvie stopped to look at the woman in front of her. She seemed familiar, there was something about the smile.
"I've been friends with Mr. Kovich for years. I haven't been in Port Charles to visit for thirteen years though, and am only going to be here for a few months. You have nothing to worry about, Livvie," Alison said, wincing at the last word that came out of her mouth.
"How did you know my name?" said Livvie. This meeting was getting stranger by the second, and she was starting to wish she hadn't come at all, at least not alone.
"You don't remember me, do you?" asked Alison, as she crossed her arms in front of her and started to give a grin.
"You look familiar. Who are you?" she said as she continued to stare at the person in front of her.
"Excuse me for just a second," Alison said walking into the bathroom. She took off the glasses, and the wig. She couldn't hide it anymore "Sorry, Ed," she said as she walked out. "Hi Livvie."
"Oh my-," Livvie said, her jaw having dropped. This must have been some type of joke. Who would have done such a cruel thing?
"I know what you're thinking, and this isn't a joke. It's really me."
"I can't believe you're here. So are you and Rafe sleeping together like Jesse thinks? Is that why you got a pass after so long, to ruin a perfect relationship?"
"Livvie, sit down, shut up, and let me explain. I was given a mission, and it brought me to Port Charles. Now you have two choices. You can go run to Jesse and tell her that I'm here, or you can tell her that you know me from your past and you feel Rafe and I aren't up to anything. It's up to you, and only you."
"You didn't answer my question, are you and Rafe--,"
"No, we're not. As much as I still love him, I want him to be happy. I feel he is happy with Jesse. If you do tell Jesse though there won't be anymore happiness."
Livvie had to take this in. She wanted her sister to be happy, and looking at Alison she believed her-after all, angels can't lie, can they? "Ok, I won't tell Jesse who you are. Tell me one thing before I leave. When I was at your grave the day of your funeral, did you hear me?"
"Yes, I did. I forgave you that day for everything. Maybe we can be friends again while I'm here," she said, and gave her a hug.
"I'd like that. Bye Ali," she said, smiling and then walking out the door.
A/N: As I was beginning to post this it hit me, in a week PC will be over. But hey, this is what fan fiction is all about-writing your own stories, going as far into the future as you want. Enjoy!
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She scratched her head. She had taken off that blasted wig, but her head still itched. She had on the baseball cap and sunglasses again. Ok, here goes nothing, she said ringing the doorbell.
Lucy opened the door, distracted by something else. "Hey Angel. I swear every time I see you, you are looking more like your mom."
"Thanks for the compliment," she said, smiling.
Lucy turned around quickly. It couldn't be. She had to be imagining things. "Alison?" she said looking at the angel in front of her.
"Hi Lucy."
Lucy ran up and gave her a huge hug. She then pulled her to the sofa, "Tell me everything. Or at least what you can tell me. Does Rafe know you are here yet?"
Alison laughed at how what Lucy just said had run on in one long sentence. Ed was right, she was going to enjoy this mission.
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Jesse sat down on the sofa. She was almost sure that Rafe was cheating on her, but who was she. She went to his pants pocket from the night before and found a piece of paper. 'Port Charles Hotel, Room 1384', is what it read. She dialed the phone number for the hotel.
"Port Charles Hotel," she heard on the other line.
"Hello. I was wondering if you could tell me who is staying in room 1384."
"Yes, ma'am. The lady's name is Rose Black. Would you like me to connect you to that room?"
"No, that won't be necessary," she said hanging up the phone. She then dialed quickly.
"Hello," she heard the voice on the other line.
"Livvie, it's me. I need your help," she said, starting to tear up again.
"What's wrong Jesse?"
"I think Rafe is cheating on me. He's been with a woman named Rose Black for the past two days. He says she's an old friend, do you know her?"
"Rose?" she said to herself. The name meant nothing to her.
"It might be a friend from before Port Charles," she said while thinking that wasn't possible-because all those people thought he had died in 1991.
"No, Jack and Jamal know her too. She's staying at the Port Charles Hotel, room 1384."
"I'll ask Caleb. It's going to be ok, Jesse. Don't worry," she said hanging up.
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Livvie walked up to the hotel room door. Caleb had no idea who the person was, and she was going to find out for her sisters sake, and for her curiosity. Who was in this room that had ties to Port Charles? Whoever it was, this person had been around when she came to town. She put her hand up and knocked.
Alison was looking over her notes when she heard the knock on the door. Looking through the eye hole she saw Livvie on the other side. Great, what in the world was she doing here. How was she going to keep her identity a secret any longer? She looked over and grabbed the wig. Throwing her blonde hair into a bun and the wig on she took one look in the mirror. Her eyes, she had to cover her eyes. Placing the sunglasses on, she went over and answered the door.
"Hello, can I help you?" she said, trying very badly to disguise her voice.
"I want to know who the hell you are, and why you are trying to steal my sister's husband," Livvie said storming into the room.
Alison had to laugh on the inside. Thirteen years hadn't changed Livvie one bit. "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Rafe, Rafe Kovich. You spent all night with him last night, and then today at lunch. Now if you don't tell me right now you are going to regret it." Livvie stopped to look at the woman in front of her. She seemed familiar, there was something about the smile.
"I've been friends with Mr. Kovich for years. I haven't been in Port Charles to visit for thirteen years though, and am only going to be here for a few months. You have nothing to worry about, Livvie," Alison said, wincing at the last word that came out of her mouth.
"How did you know my name?" said Livvie. This meeting was getting stranger by the second, and she was starting to wish she hadn't come at all, at least not alone.
"You don't remember me, do you?" asked Alison, as she crossed her arms in front of her and started to give a grin.
"You look familiar. Who are you?" she said as she continued to stare at the person in front of her.
"Excuse me for just a second," Alison said walking into the bathroom. She took off the glasses, and the wig. She couldn't hide it anymore "Sorry, Ed," she said as she walked out. "Hi Livvie."
"Oh my-," Livvie said, her jaw having dropped. This must have been some type of joke. Who would have done such a cruel thing?
"I know what you're thinking, and this isn't a joke. It's really me."
"I can't believe you're here. So are you and Rafe sleeping together like Jesse thinks? Is that why you got a pass after so long, to ruin a perfect relationship?"
"Livvie, sit down, shut up, and let me explain. I was given a mission, and it brought me to Port Charles. Now you have two choices. You can go run to Jesse and tell her that I'm here, or you can tell her that you know me from your past and you feel Rafe and I aren't up to anything. It's up to you, and only you."
"You didn't answer my question, are you and Rafe--,"
"No, we're not. As much as I still love him, I want him to be happy. I feel he is happy with Jesse. If you do tell Jesse though there won't be anymore happiness."
Livvie had to take this in. She wanted her sister to be happy, and looking at Alison she believed her-after all, angels can't lie, can they? "Ok, I won't tell Jesse who you are. Tell me one thing before I leave. When I was at your grave the day of your funeral, did you hear me?"
"Yes, I did. I forgave you that day for everything. Maybe we can be friends again while I'm here," she said, and gave her a hug.
"I'd like that. Bye Ali," she said, smiling and then walking out the door.