Chapter 2- Ten years later
"Honey I'm home," Georgie called as she walks into the house. Home, such a nice place, Georgie looked around her. She loved her little yellow house with its 3 bedrooms and lots of sunshine through the windows. That was why she had bought the house, the windows. It encouraged happiness and she loved it with all her heart.
"I'm in the TV room sweetie," the male voice called out. Georgie smiled. The TV room, huh? So much for spending today working on his manuscript and not watching any TV. Ten bucks, she thought to herself, he started having writer's block just as Law and Order repeats came on. Well, if he wasn't working then maybe they could release his writer's block another way, she walked towards the TV room. Sure enough, upon entry she heard the familiar music of Law and Order while sitting on the couch, under a blanket eating, Georgie looked closer, nachos and salsa. Fred, her dog, sat at his feet eating nachos as well.
"What happened to I'm going to work all day and get at least 300 words typed, hmm," Georgie asked as she sat down on the edge of the couch.
"Aren't you suppose to be working, you know, helping sick people that sort of thing. I still have," he looked at this watch, "three hours until you are supposed to be home. Five o'clock remember?"
"Well, I didn't have any more patients and decided to come home. I missed you Simon." Georgie leaned over to give her boyfriend a kiss who smiled at her. The two had been together for over two years now, meeting while she finished up her residence at General Hospital. Simon had brought a friend in with food poisoning and they had hit it off. After being friends for several months, hanging out together, going to movies and just becoming best friends. The move to lovers just seemed natural for Georgie. She and Simon didn't have the same lighting as other relationships and at night by herself when no one was around, she admitted it wasn't what she and Dillon had shared but that didn't mean she couldn't be happy. Georgie had long ago accepted her actions and her life. There was no point in looking back. Nothing was going to change.
"C'mon, Simon, if you aren't going to work then I can think of better things to do then watch a Law and Order episode you've seen 10 times already." Getting up off the couch the couple walked up the stairs together and into their room.
God, he was tired of all this. Tired of running around trying to save the world, tired of never coming home, tired of being alone-really tired of that. The being alone part, Dillon thought as he walked into Frisco Jones office at the WSB office in Washington. Today was his last day after asking for a leave of absent last week due to being completely burnt out especially after the last case. It had been a 3 year case with him barely ever being able to come back to the States. He hadn't talked to Ned at all during that period of time or anyone else. Georgie, the name whispered across his mind before he abruptly put it down. He hadn't seen Georgie in 10 years and avoided thinking about her at all costs. For some reason today that wasn't working as he remembered what happened after the break up . . .
At first Dillon called Georgie almost daily or as often as he could after she had decided to dump him, which was how he thought of it anyway, but she wouldn't take his calls. He knew she screened her calls to avoid him. So he had sent her a letter, lots and lots of letters, telling her how he felt and why they had to be together. They had all been sent back to Frisco unopened, "return to sender." When Frisco had handed them to him, devastation had taken over Dillon. How could she not have read any of them but he had stopped asking that question years ago. After that he had shown up at their apartment but she wasn't there anymore. The landlord had said no one had lived there since the when he left over 3 months ago.
Dillon knew he could have easily tracked her down but didn't. He worked for a government spy body plus his boss, Frisco, was her father. But that would be pointless. They were over. She had made that very clear.
Afterwards Dillon had thrown himself into work, going on one assignment after another. Chasing one bad guy after another not thinking about the present not the past or the future, just the here and now. Georgie became an occasional thought which he buried as deep as possible; even to the point that all the women he dated afterwards were usually dark baring no likeness to her. With no commitment. He even forgotten what she looked like on purpose until he saw her once 5 years ago from a distance.
Dillon had been in Port Charles for just a day visiting Ned and in the process of leaving again when it happened. Standing in the ticket line waiting to get a flight out when she had walked behind him, he hadn't seen her at first but smelt the perfume. Same Body Shoppe vanilla from when they were together and before he could stop himself he was looking around. He saw Felicia standing not 10 feet away from him with Georgie standing beside her. He could only see the side of her, taking her in. She had been dressed in a jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt for the warm July weather in Port Charles. From the side she looked relatively the same but it was hard to tell from the side. He listened as she laughed that quiet Georgie laugh at something Felicia said and time stopped. For a minute it was like being transported back in time and the urge to go over and kiss her was overwhelming. Memories he hadn't acknowledged in years came flooding back. Like the kiss in Kelly's dinner, their first time, university together but he pushed them back. By then he was an expert at pushing any thought of her out of his mind.
He started to turn away when Felicia had turned her head and their eyes met across the airport. The shock of seeing him was clearly written on her face. Just as she was about to say his name he shook his head and turned back to the line. Turning his back on Georgie. Not looking back again until he heard them moving away then he turned to watch. Watch Georgie walk away from him again, not even knowing he was there. The sick feeling in his stomach returned just like last time.
"God, I need a beer." Dillon said, shaking his head out of the fog of the past. Pushing the door further open, he nodded his head at Frisco before sitting down in the chair in front of the desk. He and Frisco had become friends in the ten years Dillon had worked for the WSB. Frisco had been there when Georgie ended it and kept an eye on him while he spiraled and avoided dealing. Frisco had been the one to call him on it and tell him to shape up or get out. Frisco had said he wasn't getting an agent killed just because Dillon had a death wish, so until he figured things out he was on leave. That had been a wake up call for Dillon, the WSB had been the only thing he had left.
Now, 10 years later of nothing but work, Dillon needed a break. He needed to figure things out. He still loved the life but he needed something more in his life. The one good thing of doing nothing but work for 10 years is that Dillon hadn't spent any money and had a nice little nest egg plus his trust fund which he had never touched. Dillon wanted to get a house, maybe try writing a screenplay or just travel places with the time to actually see them. He had been to the Caribbean several times but never had time to see it from a boat just drifting around. He and Frisco had talked about it last week with Frisco agreeing to him taking a 6 month leave then going from there.
"So, Dillon, what are you doing this week?" Frisco asked as he leaned back on his chair, lighting a cigar before motioning for him to take him.
"Umm, well, since I start my leave on Monday and today is Friday I thought I would start making plans. Look into plane tickets, hang out. Why?" He watched Frisco pick up an envelope and wave it around.
"It would seem that my beautiful daughter is getting married next weekend and we are invited." Dillon stared at Frisco unable to speak. Married? Georgie was getting married? "Yes, Maxie is getting married on next Saturday and we are invited. Both you and me."
Maxie, Maxie was getting married. Not Georgie.
"Umm, well, I haven't been to Port Charles in over five years and hadn't really planned-" Frisco interrupted him.
"All the more reasons you should accept. You can visit your crazy family, start your vacation, hang out, mellow. It'll be fun. Plus knowing Felicia the wedding will be a great time. She always knows how to have fun."
"I don't know, I don't think I want to spend a whole week with my family. Nobody wants to spend a whole week with my family. You've met them, you know what the Quartermaine's are like." Port Charles for a week, to go to Maxie Jones's wedding. No way was he going. Frisco could not make him.
"Who's she marrying?"
"Zander, I told you they were dating and apparently it is more serious. Why nobody told me about the wedding until now is a piss off seeing as the two have been engaged for over 6 months. I can't imagine how much money Mac has spent on this, seeing as he's the one walking her down the aisle not me." Frisco started to sound bitter. "Anyway, I think you should come with me. Be good for you."
"Well, thanks for the offer but I thing I'm going to spend the next week on a beach somewhere. Not in the Port Charles." Dillon got up from the chair. "Tell Maxie I said congratulations."
"I don't think so," Frisco smiled at him in that "your screwed, buddy" why. "Really, you should be out in the field. Your one of my best agents and we cold really use you. Maybe I better talk to my superiors about it first."
"You are your superior."
"Well, maybe I need to talk about it with the voices in my head. See what they think."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." Dillon glared at Frisco. He totally would and without a second thought. Dillon was going to Port Charles.
"Fine, I'll go but just to let you know blackmail is wrong. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
"Nope." Frisco smiled at him. "So we'll leave tomorrow. We'll take the WSB's plane so met me at the airport around 1pm." Dillon started to walk out of the office when Frisco called out "Don't forget your suit for the wedding." Dillon slammed the door behind him.
He was going to Port Charles. For Maxie Jones's wedding. There would be no way to avoid Georgie. Now he really needed a beer or several of them. At least.
"Honey I'm home," Georgie called as she walks into the house. Home, such a nice place, Georgie looked around her. She loved her little yellow house with its 3 bedrooms and lots of sunshine through the windows. That was why she had bought the house, the windows. It encouraged happiness and she loved it with all her heart.
"I'm in the TV room sweetie," the male voice called out. Georgie smiled. The TV room, huh? So much for spending today working on his manuscript and not watching any TV. Ten bucks, she thought to herself, he started having writer's block just as Law and Order repeats came on. Well, if he wasn't working then maybe they could release his writer's block another way, she walked towards the TV room. Sure enough, upon entry she heard the familiar music of Law and Order while sitting on the couch, under a blanket eating, Georgie looked closer, nachos and salsa. Fred, her dog, sat at his feet eating nachos as well.
"What happened to I'm going to work all day and get at least 300 words typed, hmm," Georgie asked as she sat down on the edge of the couch.
"Aren't you suppose to be working, you know, helping sick people that sort of thing. I still have," he looked at this watch, "three hours until you are supposed to be home. Five o'clock remember?"
"Well, I didn't have any more patients and decided to come home. I missed you Simon." Georgie leaned over to give her boyfriend a kiss who smiled at her. The two had been together for over two years now, meeting while she finished up her residence at General Hospital. Simon had brought a friend in with food poisoning and they had hit it off. After being friends for several months, hanging out together, going to movies and just becoming best friends. The move to lovers just seemed natural for Georgie. She and Simon didn't have the same lighting as other relationships and at night by herself when no one was around, she admitted it wasn't what she and Dillon had shared but that didn't mean she couldn't be happy. Georgie had long ago accepted her actions and her life. There was no point in looking back. Nothing was going to change.
"C'mon, Simon, if you aren't going to work then I can think of better things to do then watch a Law and Order episode you've seen 10 times already." Getting up off the couch the couple walked up the stairs together and into their room.
God, he was tired of all this. Tired of running around trying to save the world, tired of never coming home, tired of being alone-really tired of that. The being alone part, Dillon thought as he walked into Frisco Jones office at the WSB office in Washington. Today was his last day after asking for a leave of absent last week due to being completely burnt out especially after the last case. It had been a 3 year case with him barely ever being able to come back to the States. He hadn't talked to Ned at all during that period of time or anyone else. Georgie, the name whispered across his mind before he abruptly put it down. He hadn't seen Georgie in 10 years and avoided thinking about her at all costs. For some reason today that wasn't working as he remembered what happened after the break up . . .
At first Dillon called Georgie almost daily or as often as he could after she had decided to dump him, which was how he thought of it anyway, but she wouldn't take his calls. He knew she screened her calls to avoid him. So he had sent her a letter, lots and lots of letters, telling her how he felt and why they had to be together. They had all been sent back to Frisco unopened, "return to sender." When Frisco had handed them to him, devastation had taken over Dillon. How could she not have read any of them but he had stopped asking that question years ago. After that he had shown up at their apartment but she wasn't there anymore. The landlord had said no one had lived there since the when he left over 3 months ago.
Dillon knew he could have easily tracked her down but didn't. He worked for a government spy body plus his boss, Frisco, was her father. But that would be pointless. They were over. She had made that very clear.
Afterwards Dillon had thrown himself into work, going on one assignment after another. Chasing one bad guy after another not thinking about the present not the past or the future, just the here and now. Georgie became an occasional thought which he buried as deep as possible; even to the point that all the women he dated afterwards were usually dark baring no likeness to her. With no commitment. He even forgotten what she looked like on purpose until he saw her once 5 years ago from a distance.
Dillon had been in Port Charles for just a day visiting Ned and in the process of leaving again when it happened. Standing in the ticket line waiting to get a flight out when she had walked behind him, he hadn't seen her at first but smelt the perfume. Same Body Shoppe vanilla from when they were together and before he could stop himself he was looking around. He saw Felicia standing not 10 feet away from him with Georgie standing beside her. He could only see the side of her, taking her in. She had been dressed in a jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt for the warm July weather in Port Charles. From the side she looked relatively the same but it was hard to tell from the side. He listened as she laughed that quiet Georgie laugh at something Felicia said and time stopped. For a minute it was like being transported back in time and the urge to go over and kiss her was overwhelming. Memories he hadn't acknowledged in years came flooding back. Like the kiss in Kelly's dinner, their first time, university together but he pushed them back. By then he was an expert at pushing any thought of her out of his mind.
He started to turn away when Felicia had turned her head and their eyes met across the airport. The shock of seeing him was clearly written on her face. Just as she was about to say his name he shook his head and turned back to the line. Turning his back on Georgie. Not looking back again until he heard them moving away then he turned to watch. Watch Georgie walk away from him again, not even knowing he was there. The sick feeling in his stomach returned just like last time.
"God, I need a beer." Dillon said, shaking his head out of the fog of the past. Pushing the door further open, he nodded his head at Frisco before sitting down in the chair in front of the desk. He and Frisco had become friends in the ten years Dillon had worked for the WSB. Frisco had been there when Georgie ended it and kept an eye on him while he spiraled and avoided dealing. Frisco had been the one to call him on it and tell him to shape up or get out. Frisco had said he wasn't getting an agent killed just because Dillon had a death wish, so until he figured things out he was on leave. That had been a wake up call for Dillon, the WSB had been the only thing he had left.
Now, 10 years later of nothing but work, Dillon needed a break. He needed to figure things out. He still loved the life but he needed something more in his life. The one good thing of doing nothing but work for 10 years is that Dillon hadn't spent any money and had a nice little nest egg plus his trust fund which he had never touched. Dillon wanted to get a house, maybe try writing a screenplay or just travel places with the time to actually see them. He had been to the Caribbean several times but never had time to see it from a boat just drifting around. He and Frisco had talked about it last week with Frisco agreeing to him taking a 6 month leave then going from there.
"So, Dillon, what are you doing this week?" Frisco asked as he leaned back on his chair, lighting a cigar before motioning for him to take him.
"Umm, well, since I start my leave on Monday and today is Friday I thought I would start making plans. Look into plane tickets, hang out. Why?" He watched Frisco pick up an envelope and wave it around.
"It would seem that my beautiful daughter is getting married next weekend and we are invited." Dillon stared at Frisco unable to speak. Married? Georgie was getting married? "Yes, Maxie is getting married on next Saturday and we are invited. Both you and me."
Maxie, Maxie was getting married. Not Georgie.
"Umm, well, I haven't been to Port Charles in over five years and hadn't really planned-" Frisco interrupted him.
"All the more reasons you should accept. You can visit your crazy family, start your vacation, hang out, mellow. It'll be fun. Plus knowing Felicia the wedding will be a great time. She always knows how to have fun."
"I don't know, I don't think I want to spend a whole week with my family. Nobody wants to spend a whole week with my family. You've met them, you know what the Quartermaine's are like." Port Charles for a week, to go to Maxie Jones's wedding. No way was he going. Frisco could not make him.
"Who's she marrying?"
"Zander, I told you they were dating and apparently it is more serious. Why nobody told me about the wedding until now is a piss off seeing as the two have been engaged for over 6 months. I can't imagine how much money Mac has spent on this, seeing as he's the one walking her down the aisle not me." Frisco started to sound bitter. "Anyway, I think you should come with me. Be good for you."
"Well, thanks for the offer but I thing I'm going to spend the next week on a beach somewhere. Not in the Port Charles." Dillon got up from the chair. "Tell Maxie I said congratulations."
"I don't think so," Frisco smiled at him in that "your screwed, buddy" why. "Really, you should be out in the field. Your one of my best agents and we cold really use you. Maybe I better talk to my superiors about it first."
"You are your superior."
"Well, maybe I need to talk about it with the voices in my head. See what they think."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." Dillon glared at Frisco. He totally would and without a second thought. Dillon was going to Port Charles.
"Fine, I'll go but just to let you know blackmail is wrong. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
"Nope." Frisco smiled at him. "So we'll leave tomorrow. We'll take the WSB's plane so met me at the airport around 1pm." Dillon started to walk out of the office when Frisco called out "Don't forget your suit for the wedding." Dillon slammed the door behind him.
He was going to Port Charles. For Maxie Jones's wedding. There would be no way to avoid Georgie. Now he really needed a beer or several of them. At least.
