Docks-

"Well, now that we've seen everything that historic Port Charles has to offer…"

"Which took all of five minutes…"

Dillon smirked at his girlfriend. He was rubbing off on her, he knew it. She was getting that humorous side to her that she had often been afraid to let out when she was around anyone, and Dillon, in turn, was learning how to open up because of the love that festered in his heart for Georgie. There relationship was one that was good for both parties involved, and it could only get better with the passing time.

"What are you doing?" Georgie wondered, looking into his eyes. Sometimes she knew, there were other times, like that moment, where she didn't. She could see the love, though, and even if he didn't tell her she wouldn't mind. It wasn't anything bad. She loved the fact that she and Dillon could go so long without having a fight… the other couples in Port Charles seemed unable to do such things.

"Thinking…"

"About what?"

"The past," Dillon walked her over to the bench, brushing the still falling snow off of the wooden furniture before leading her down gently.

"What past?"

"Our past," he replied, holding her hand. "It's like you said… Port Charles doesn't have anything for us, Georgie… nothing. We can leave this place at any time and we don't have to look back… not really."

"Dillon…"

"Just listen," he shushed her with his finger over her lip. "When I first came here I hated it… I didn't want to be here, I just wanted to stay with my mother… the fact that I wanted to stay with my mother scares the hell out of me right now, but back then I didn't know any of the people who I know today… I didn't know you. I remember at first I was just looking around the town, looking for something that could help make the time pass… and I didn't find anything… and then I went into Kelly's… and I found you."

Georgie blushed, "I'll never regret the choice I made… especially since you were the only good looking person in the whole place at that time. All the other guys were old enough to be my great-grandfathers…"

"I found you, and even when I didn't think you wanted me, I still wanted you…"

"I wish I could take those times back." She hated the fact that she didn't see what was right in front of her face for so long. Dillon was there for her from the beginning, even when she still thought that she cared about her adopted cousin. She should have known better, she should have known that her heart belonged to someone else. "I think back on what I did to you… the things I said…"

"They made our relationship stronger," Dillon said softly, "and I know for a fact that I wouldn't take any of those times back, even the ones that killed a little part of me inside, because we wouldn't have the magic that we have right now if we didn't fight for everything that we became."

"You're right…"

"We can still leave Port Charles whenever we want… we're going to be off to school soon, real school, none of this petty high school crap that we've been stomaching for the past four years of our lives."

"But we won't be going to the same place…"

"It doesn't matter, does it?" Dillon asked. "Do you really think that our relationship can't handle the distance that different schools would put on it?"

"People will like you, Dillon, girls will want to get to know you…"

"And guys will want to know you," he replied. "I don't care about any of the girls that I could meet, Georgie. I don't care if they're considered the most gorgeous people on the planet by every other person at my college, because the only person I need is you."

"Why are we talking about this?"

"Because we can't deny that it's going to happen." Dillon let go and stood up, "The whole time we've been together I've been thinking about it to myself, you know? I would ask myself how I was going to handle being away from you. When we first started doing this… when we first fell in love, I couldn't think of being more than a few minutes away from you, let alone hours… but we've grown. We're stronger now, better than we were back then."

"I'll still miss you."

"I'll miss you, too, but we'll always care about each other."

"Do you really want to leave Port Charles?" Georgie asked, because a part of her didn't want to. She loved Port Charles, it was her home, the only place that she had ever really called home, the place she knew best. She would go away from Port Charles and she would be at a place that she didn't know anything about.

"Ever since I got here, I wanted to leave. And when I found you, I wanted to take you with me…"

"But what about now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're not the same person you were when I met you, Dillon," she stood up, walking over to his place on the dock, "you're not hurt by what your mom did anymore. You don't have all those problems with feeling abandoned by the person that you thought loved you the most." She would always hate Tracy, if for no other reason than the fact that she made her own son feel like he didn't matter to her. Tracy could say that she never wanted Dillon to believe that all she wanted, but the truth was that she did just throw him to the dogs that were the Quartermaines and run away before the feast began.

"That's because of you."

"No, it isn't, not entirely. It's because you grew up, Dillon. You became a better person because you matured, you started to see things that you never saw before. People love you here, Dillon… not just me."

"But you're the only one who matters…"

"You don't mean that. Think about the people in your life now… what about Jason and Courtney?"

"Courtney took me in because she felt sorry for me, Jason did it for her…"

"But you were just telling me how you like living with them."

"I do like it," he walked over to the edge, "but I can walk away from it. I'm grateful to both of them for taking me in… and even mores for giving me the support that the rest of my family never did."

"What about Damian? He's your best friend… he's going to stay here because this is where he thinks he belongs."

"I know that… and I'm sure we'll still be friends… but I don't need him the same way I need you."

"Why do you want to leave?"

"Because I'm tired of people looking at me and going 'that's Dillon Quartermaine.' I didn't ask to be a local celebrity, Georgie… I didn't ask for people to hate me just because my family has more money than most of them will ever see in their lives… sometimes I hate the fact that I'm a part of them."

"And you think it'll be different…"

"When I'm away from Port Charles? Away from ELQ? Of course I think it's going to be different, because it will be. It'll be better."

"You're saying that there's nothing your family has to offer you?"

"Not really…"

"And you can just walk away from them like there was nothing between you?"

"It would make me the happiest person on earth."

She didn't know why Dillon was going through his crisis of identity. She knew who he was, even if he didn't. She was going to say something when another sound caught her attention, the sweeping sound of a siren's song, beautiful and filled with a sad melody. "Someone's singing…"

"What?"

"Listen," she repeated. "Listen to the voice that's being carried. She's beautiful."

Dillon listened to the song, it was a very pretty voice that was being heard, but the beauty masked something else. "She sounds sad…"

"Lets see if we can find her…"

"Georgie, we don't even know who this person is."

"Does it matter?" Georgie asked. "Someone who sounds that sad might need someone to talk with… I know I would."

"All right," Dillon sighed as he walked with Georgie around the corner. The fog still managed to pierce through the docks, even with the snow. It wasn't that thick, but it was still distracting enough.

The two teenagers followed the sound of the singer until they found her body cutting through the cloaking fog. Dillon was the one who went forward, "Hey… are you…"

"Don't touch me!" The woman jerked back, losing her balance until Dillon scooped her up in his arms, preventing her from falling into the icy water. She pushed at him, "I said let go!"

"Brook?" Dillon noticed his niece's face as soon as he got close enough.

Brook stopped struggling when she noticed that it was Dillon. She pushed herself away, "What the hell were you doing, sneaking up on me like that?"

"Saving you from falling into the water, for one thing."

"Well I wouldn't have needed your help if you wouldn't have been acting like some sort of crazed stalker!"

"Brook," Georgie wanted to stop the two of them from bickering with each other before it got violent, "we just heard you singing… that was you, right?"

Brook lowered her eyes, she didn't want people to think that she was a singer. She knew she had a beautiful voice, just like her father, but that was more a curse than a blessing, a curse that she always wanted to avoid.

"Why do you look like that?" Dillon asked, feeling sympathetic for the person who was most like him in the family. He already knew that. They were both rebels against the society that they had been born into. "What's wrong?"

"Look, Uncle Dillon, I don't need your help, okay?"

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!"

"Yes you are," Dillon also noticed that she was shivering. "Brook, please, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing…"

"Here," Dillon took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, "you're almost as cold as ice… what the hell were you thinking?"

"Maybe I wasn't…"

"I'm taking you back to the mansion, right now," Dillon walked her away from the edge, "Georgie… if you want to…"

"I'm going with you," she followed behind, noticing just how fast Dillon reacted to the fact that someone in his family needed him. Maybe he wasn't as against them as he wanted people to believe, she was almost certain that he wasn't.