A/N: I used my magnificent powers to fast forward time. but I meant to do it at the beginning of the last chapter so keep it in mind. CH. 11 IS A FEW WEEKS OR SO (haven't really decided) AFTER 10...K? I know I complain about sluts Mcallgirl every chance I get but seriously come on GH! Right now I just want to see Court deck her. Just a nice right hook, BAM! Who's with me? We could make a party of it…I'll bring the popcorn!

(this chap is half me and half betty)

Ch. 12 Something Like Human

After a few minutes, she quietly snuck downstairs and out of the building. Fuming with anger she got in her car and drove. All the while her mind reeling from the events that had happened. His kiss was so full of passion and intensity that it was enough to send her over the edge.

'But he wasn't kissing you.' her mind teased her. 'You were probably the furthest thing from his mind.'

A wave of self pity found its way in through the anger. She used to be the only person he would kiss or even think of kissing. Then she realized what she had neglected to face earlier. As many times as he had kissed her, she couldn't remember him once kissing her like that. The thought was like another punch in her gut.

Turning off the engine, she was surprised to see that in all her thoughts she'd actually made her way somewhere. Though she wasn't completely surprised that she'd ended up where she had. Her pity and regret faded away into the anger once again. Robin slammed the door shut and stomped into the building.

Jason lay in bed, wide awake, a million thoughts going through his head. Of course he hadn't meant for any of that to happen, but it did. And now he was left wondering what could have happened. How far would they have gone if he hadn't let those words slip out. Four words. Four little words and now he was going crazy. He had admitted out loud that he still loved her. It could be called progress...admitting is the first step to recovery right?

He scoffed at himself. He was thinking about love like it was some sort of disease or addiction. Maybe that's what it was. Maybe he was no better than anyone who depended on the sort of thing they found in their crates. Only his drug of choice wasn't anything that could be bought or traded. He couldn't get his fix on a street corner or in an alley. He was addicted to her. She was his drug; and he couldn't get enough.

She stormed through the double doors and up to the receptionists table.

"Matthews." she said abruptly.

"Excuse me?" the woman asked confused.

"I need to know what room she's in. The last name is Matthews."

"Are you family?"

"No, but its important."

"I'm sorry, only family is allowed."

"Listen, I'm really not up for this. So screw the rules or regulations and just tell me." she said trying not to take her anger out on the woman.

"Ma'am, if you're not going to calm down you're going to have to leave."

"I'm sorry. Sorry, thanks for your time." she answered a bit more calm.

Robin turned from the desk and took a few steps from it. She was just about to leave when a loud noise came from behind her. Turning she saw someone had knocked over a cart and now he and the nurse were on the ground cleaning the mess. She took it as a sign and snuck by. There were more rooms then she had imagined, but she decided that if she had to look through everyone, she would.

There were more than she had thought there would be. Going from door to door, she took momentary glances in the small windows provided. She was taken by surprise when someone grabbed her by the arm and spun her around.

"Can I help you?" she asked annoyed by the older man.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Excuse me," she said pulling her arm from the man's grip. "apparently there is a misunderstanding. I'm-"

"I know who you are," he said angrily at her. The man had showed him a photo of her and told him she'd probably be stopping by sooner or later the day he agreed to everything.

"You do?" she asked, warily.

"Yes. And I'm going to tell you this once. I'm not exactly happy with this whole situation, in fact I hate it and deeply regret agreeing to it, but I'm doing it ok? So go back to your friend and tell him I don't appreciate him sending you to check up on me."

"I'm not here to check up on you. I just...need to see."

"No. I'm sorry but I don't think it's a good idea. So if you'd please..."

"Listen up," she said with slightly louder volume than before, "tonight has been my own piece of hell, so if you don't show me where I want to go I'll make sure that my 'friend' as you put it, keeps up his side of a few not so pleasant promises."

The doctor's face became grave, understanding what she meant and he motioned for her to follow him. They soon were outside of a door with the numbers 2113 on the pale door. Robin peered in through the glass pane and saw that it was, in fact, the right room. The man pulled out his keys and unlocked the door before them, but stopped her when she moved to turn the knob.

"I don't know what you're expecting from this, but I'll tell you now not to hope for much."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, at this point I'd be surprised if she recognized her own name." he paused and added the last part with an amount of disgust in his voice. "Unless you want me to tell her that's not true either?"

Robin looked away and shook her head at his question, feeling the a tiny bit of guilt at the news. But it didn't last long when she remembered what brought her there.

"Anything else?" she asked him.

"Yes, I don't think it wise to go in alone. An orderly should be there, in case." he offered, thinking about how violent the woman got when they would approach her.

"He can just wait outside the door." she said before finally opening it and going in.

She cautiously neared the blonde, who sat on the bed with her knees pulled up against her chest. So far she hadn't done anything that might show she saw Robin come in. It was some what unsettling to her but she continued her steps until she was directly in front of her.

"Hello?" she spoke, watching to see if she would get her attention, when there was no response, she continued. "We've never officially met have we? That's ok, there's really no need. I know all about you."

Robin slowly began to pace, all the time never taking her eyes of her.

"What's so special about you? What about you has him so devoted? I was this close, or I thought I was. Apparently not, because Jason was just thinking about you." she was surprised to see the far off stare fade away and have her looking straight at her.

"Jason."