Ch 4
"Maxie," Georgie complained as her older sister dragged her into the Port Charles Police Department, "what's going on?" Before Maxie could answer, Lucky came over to them. "Hey Maxie," he said, "Hey Georgie, what's going on?" "Ummm...we need to see our dad," Maxie told him. Lucky nodded and walked away. "Hey Commissioner," he said, sticking his head into Mac's office, "Maxie and Georgie are here." "Maxie, what's this about?" Georgie asked as Mac came over. "That's what I'd like to know," he said, his face concerned as he looked at his daughters. "Why aren't you two at the hospital? Are you okay? What's this about?" Maxie looked from Mac to Georgie, back to Mac, and back to Georgie. "Dillon," she informed them. Georgie scowled. Mac raised his eyebrows. "Dillon?" he repeated. "Maxie, why are you here talking about Dillon?" He peered at Georgie. "And what's that look that Georgie has?" Maxie ignored Mac for a minute, grabbing Georgie by the shoulders. "Georgie," she said, "Dillon didn't cheat on you." At the sound of this, Mac's eyes flashed with anger. Georgie looked miserable. "Yes, he did, Maxie," she insisted. Her jaw trembled and she looked like she would be sick. "I walked in on them." "What the hell is going on?" Mac demanded. His overprotective dad instincts were kicking in. Maxie held Georgie's hand as she turned to Mac. "Georgie saw Sage and Dillon having sex last night," she began. "What?" shouted Mac. He didn't like Dillon and didn't want his daughter in the guy's bed, but Dillon sure as hell better not cheat on Georgie. "Wait a sec," Maxie held up a hand. She gestured her family closer. "Dillon was brought into the hospital today-" "-Yeah, I know, Maxie," Georgie said miserably. "Let me finish!" Maxie snapped. At Georgie's hurt look, she rubbed her sister's hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she soothed. "Look, I overheard Ned talking with Dr. Quartermaine, okay? The reason Dillon was so sick is because he was reacting to rohyphol." "The date rape drug," Mac stated. Georgie's eyes flew open. "Oh my god, what?" she cried. "Dillon was raped?" "Shhh..." Maxie said quietly. "I went to see Dillon. He told me that the only thing that he'd had to drink that day that hadn't been in a can had been a screwdriver Sage gave him." Georgie fumed. "I knew it," she grumbled. "I knew she was bigger trouble than Dillon could handle." "Maxie, wait," Mac said sternly. "Is there more?" Maxie nodded. "I saw Sage in the hospital," she said, "I confronted her and she denied it at first, but then I pushed and she said that Tracy Quartermaine gave her the drugs to give to Dillon." Georgie leaned against Maxie, feeling exhausted. The Quartermaines were filled with liars, schemers and manipulators, and Tracy was the worst of all. There was no telling what she and Sage had up their sleeves. Mac sighed. He felt a headache coming on. "Officer Spencer," he called. Lucky came over. "Yeah Commissioner?"
"Hey," Ned said quietly, sticking his head into the room. "How are you feeling?" Dillon smirked with irony. "Mentally or physically?" Ned nodded, smiling sympathetically. "Let's start with physically." He pulled a chair over to the side of the bed, sitting down. "Well," Dillon began, "I finally got rid of that feeling like I'm about to hurl every five minutes." He paused, shaking his head. "Except when I think about what I did to Georgie," he corrected himself quietly. "So I pretty much still feel like I'm about to hurl every give minutes. But I'm pretty sure it's not from the drugs." He closed his eyes. How the hell had he gotten there? Ned watched his younger brother, wondering the same thing. How had Dillon come into a position where this could happen to him? What had gone wrong? How, Ned wondered, could he have failed his younger brother? "Dillon," he said softly. Dillon opened his eyes. "Alan wants you to talk to someone from psych," Ned informed him. "A..um.." "A rape counselor," said Dillon dully. Ned nodded. "Yes." "Look, Ned, man," Dillon protested, pushing himself to a sitting position, "I don't need to talk to any counselor. It's not like when some guy grabs a girl in an alley and holds her at knifepoint. It's not the same with guys." Ned nodded. "Maybe not exactly the same," he conceded, "but it still happens. Men are still vitimized. And in this case, that's you." He sighed. "Look, no one is forcing you, okay? But you're going to have to deal with this trauma, and maybe it would help to talk to someone." Dillon shook his head. "The only trauma I have," he said, "is about betraying Georgie." He pressed his fingers to his temples. "Damn it!" he cried. He looked at his brother. "Ned, Georgie and I promised ourselves to each other. We swore. We swore we would have our first time together, and I just - I completely blew that." His eyes burned. "She's never going to forgive me." "Dillon," Ned said firmly. "You were drugged." Dillon shook his head violently. "Doesn't matter," he insisted, "I should have - I should have stopped it." He was fierce. "My love for Georgie should have been stronger than the drugs. I should never have had the drink or, or -" "Dillon," Ned cut him off. "I know how awful you feel about this whole thing but-" Suddenly, Ned's cell phone rang. "One sec," he said, picking up the phone. "Ned Ashton." He nodded. "Yes. Yes it is." Ned's eyes popped wide. "What? Well are they sure?" He nodded again. "Okay, thank you." He hung up the phone, breathing heavily. "What?" Dillon asked, starting to panic. "What is it?" He looked wide-eyed at Ned. Ned sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. He looked at Dillon. "There's been an arrest made in your case." "Who, Sage?" Dillon asked, though it seemed obvious to him. "No." Georgie stood in the doorway. "Your mother."
"Maxie," Georgie complained as her older sister dragged her into the Port Charles Police Department, "what's going on?" Before Maxie could answer, Lucky came over to them. "Hey Maxie," he said, "Hey Georgie, what's going on?" "Ummm...we need to see our dad," Maxie told him. Lucky nodded and walked away. "Hey Commissioner," he said, sticking his head into Mac's office, "Maxie and Georgie are here." "Maxie, what's this about?" Georgie asked as Mac came over. "That's what I'd like to know," he said, his face concerned as he looked at his daughters. "Why aren't you two at the hospital? Are you okay? What's this about?" Maxie looked from Mac to Georgie, back to Mac, and back to Georgie. "Dillon," she informed them. Georgie scowled. Mac raised his eyebrows. "Dillon?" he repeated. "Maxie, why are you here talking about Dillon?" He peered at Georgie. "And what's that look that Georgie has?" Maxie ignored Mac for a minute, grabbing Georgie by the shoulders. "Georgie," she said, "Dillon didn't cheat on you." At the sound of this, Mac's eyes flashed with anger. Georgie looked miserable. "Yes, he did, Maxie," she insisted. Her jaw trembled and she looked like she would be sick. "I walked in on them." "What the hell is going on?" Mac demanded. His overprotective dad instincts were kicking in. Maxie held Georgie's hand as she turned to Mac. "Georgie saw Sage and Dillon having sex last night," she began. "What?" shouted Mac. He didn't like Dillon and didn't want his daughter in the guy's bed, but Dillon sure as hell better not cheat on Georgie. "Wait a sec," Maxie held up a hand. She gestured her family closer. "Dillon was brought into the hospital today-" "-Yeah, I know, Maxie," Georgie said miserably. "Let me finish!" Maxie snapped. At Georgie's hurt look, she rubbed her sister's hand. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she soothed. "Look, I overheard Ned talking with Dr. Quartermaine, okay? The reason Dillon was so sick is because he was reacting to rohyphol." "The date rape drug," Mac stated. Georgie's eyes flew open. "Oh my god, what?" she cried. "Dillon was raped?" "Shhh..." Maxie said quietly. "I went to see Dillon. He told me that the only thing that he'd had to drink that day that hadn't been in a can had been a screwdriver Sage gave him." Georgie fumed. "I knew it," she grumbled. "I knew she was bigger trouble than Dillon could handle." "Maxie, wait," Mac said sternly. "Is there more?" Maxie nodded. "I saw Sage in the hospital," she said, "I confronted her and she denied it at first, but then I pushed and she said that Tracy Quartermaine gave her the drugs to give to Dillon." Georgie leaned against Maxie, feeling exhausted. The Quartermaines were filled with liars, schemers and manipulators, and Tracy was the worst of all. There was no telling what she and Sage had up their sleeves. Mac sighed. He felt a headache coming on. "Officer Spencer," he called. Lucky came over. "Yeah Commissioner?"
"Hey," Ned said quietly, sticking his head into the room. "How are you feeling?" Dillon smirked with irony. "Mentally or physically?" Ned nodded, smiling sympathetically. "Let's start with physically." He pulled a chair over to the side of the bed, sitting down. "Well," Dillon began, "I finally got rid of that feeling like I'm about to hurl every five minutes." He paused, shaking his head. "Except when I think about what I did to Georgie," he corrected himself quietly. "So I pretty much still feel like I'm about to hurl every give minutes. But I'm pretty sure it's not from the drugs." He closed his eyes. How the hell had he gotten there? Ned watched his younger brother, wondering the same thing. How had Dillon come into a position where this could happen to him? What had gone wrong? How, Ned wondered, could he have failed his younger brother? "Dillon," he said softly. Dillon opened his eyes. "Alan wants you to talk to someone from psych," Ned informed him. "A..um.." "A rape counselor," said Dillon dully. Ned nodded. "Yes." "Look, Ned, man," Dillon protested, pushing himself to a sitting position, "I don't need to talk to any counselor. It's not like when some guy grabs a girl in an alley and holds her at knifepoint. It's not the same with guys." Ned nodded. "Maybe not exactly the same," he conceded, "but it still happens. Men are still vitimized. And in this case, that's you." He sighed. "Look, no one is forcing you, okay? But you're going to have to deal with this trauma, and maybe it would help to talk to someone." Dillon shook his head. "The only trauma I have," he said, "is about betraying Georgie." He pressed his fingers to his temples. "Damn it!" he cried. He looked at his brother. "Ned, Georgie and I promised ourselves to each other. We swore. We swore we would have our first time together, and I just - I completely blew that." His eyes burned. "She's never going to forgive me." "Dillon," Ned said firmly. "You were drugged." Dillon shook his head violently. "Doesn't matter," he insisted, "I should have - I should have stopped it." He was fierce. "My love for Georgie should have been stronger than the drugs. I should never have had the drink or, or -" "Dillon," Ned cut him off. "I know how awful you feel about this whole thing but-" Suddenly, Ned's cell phone rang. "One sec," he said, picking up the phone. "Ned Ashton." He nodded. "Yes. Yes it is." Ned's eyes popped wide. "What? Well are they sure?" He nodded again. "Okay, thank you." He hung up the phone, breathing heavily. "What?" Dillon asked, starting to panic. "What is it?" He looked wide-eyed at Ned. Ned sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. He looked at Dillon. "There's been an arrest made in your case." "Who, Sage?" Dillon asked, though it seemed obvious to him. "No." Georgie stood in the doorway. "Your mother."