FYI - I changed history a little and have Liz and Robin as best friends for this fic!

Chapter Two - On the Day After

"Good morning, Dr. Scorpio." Patrick greeted Robin as he walked up to the nurses' station desk and laid down the stack of files he was carrying.

Not looking up from her paperwork, Robin said stiffly, "Dr. Drake."

Smirking, Patrick asked, "So, what is this? It's not enough for you to look like you're twelve...now you have to act that way too?"

Robin visibly stiffened, but did not say anything to him. She would not give him the satisfaction.

But Patrick would not be dissuaded. Coming up behind her, he stood very close and whispered in her ear, "I know that you find it hard to control yourself around me, but you're just going to have to refrain from throwing yourself at me here at work. As you pointed out last night, I do have a reputation to protect."

That did it. Robin put down her pen and ignored the shiver of excitement that ran through her body at the feel of him pressed up against her and his warm breath tickling her sensitive earlobes. She turned to face him and said, "What happened last night was simply the end result of working too closely together for too long a period of time. That's all."

"That's all?" He asked, thoroughly enjoying the discomfort he sensed within her. "Really? Because you have been working very closely with my father these last few weeks. Are you going to kiss him, too? Or Liz? You work with her everyday...probably more closely than you work with me. Now, I for one, wouldn't mind seeing that kiss at all." Robin glared at him, not at all happy that he was once again having fun at her expense. But he continued nonetheless. "And then there's Jason. I mean, you're in his room at least three times a day. A sexy kiss should fit right in with that famous bedside manner you are so proud of."

"Why, Dr. Drake, are you jealous?" Robin shot back, hearing the change in his voice when he asked her about kissing Jason.

"Jealous of Jason Morgan?" He repeated, looking a bit uncomfortable but covering it up nicely. "I don't think so."

"Really?" Robin countered with a grin, glad to have the upper hand in this conversation once again. "Because you spend an awful lot of time talking about my interactions with him. I just find that strange behavior for someone who claims he doesn't care."

Before Patrick could answer, Liz came up to the desk and handed Robin a chart. "Here you go, Rob. I've completed the preliminary blood work on Mr. Anderson and he's ready and waiting for you in Exam Room 4."

Grateful for her intrusion, Robin smiled at her friend and opened the chart Liz handed her. Scanning the test results, Robin nodded her head and said, "Yep. Just as I thought." She looked back up and thanked Liz, then looked at Patrick. "Excuse me, but I have work to do." She said before turning and walking away.

Liz had to bite her lip to keep from laughing and began to busy herself with some paper work on the desk. Unable to resist, she looked up at Patrick and said, "You should be jealous, you know."

"What?" He looked over at her, more than a little annoyed.

"Of Jason. You should be jealous of him." Liz repeated, putting her pen down and looking him straight in the eye. "He was the second great love of Robin's life. And a connection like theirs is never really broken. It's still there, it'll always be there."

"You mean, the same Jason Morgan with the gorgeous girlfriend who never leaves his side for an instant?" Patrick asked smugly.

"Why do you think Sam so willingly entrusted his life to Robin's care. She knew that Robin would do anything in her power to make sure that Jason lived. And she did. Sam knows that Jason's connection to Robin still exists. That it will always exist." Liz said simply. "And, so do you. I mean, why else would you get so riled up by the way Robin is concerned about Jason's recovery."

"Riled up? I don't get..." Patrick shook his head and tried to dismiss Liz's words. "You don't know what you're talking about." He finally said, gathering his things and getting ready to walk away.

"Maybe." Liz shrugged, but then couldn't resist adding. "But I do know about snowball fights that lead to sexy kisses in the snow."

Patrick turned back around and asked, almost in disbelief, "She told you about that?"

Liz chuckled. "Are you kidding? She's my best friend. If you think it didn't come up over coffee and donuts this morning, then you don't as much about women as you think." Liz went back to her paperwork, fully expecting Patrick to leave. But he didn't. She looked up as he was lingering around the desk and raised her eyebrow at him. "Do you need something?"

Patrick shook his head, but still didn't turn to leave. Slowly, he asked, "So, Jason and Robin...it was serious?"

"Very." Liz replied.

"What happened?" He wanted to know.

Liz chuckled and shook her head. "You don't have that kind of time. No one does. It's a long complicated story that involves Robin hating Jason's job, Paris, Sonny, Carly and her son Michael..."

"Carly?" Patrick interrupted, a light seeming to go on in his head. "I thought that there was...something...going on between them."

Liz let out a soft, low whistle and said, "There's no love lost between Carly and Robin, that's for sure." Again, Liz went back to her work and again Patrick lingered at the desk. Liz finally closed the chart she was working on and looked at him. "Will you just ask me whatever it is you want to ask already?"

Patrick grinned, amused by her spunkiness, and then asked quietly, "You said Jason was the second great love of Robin's life?" Liz nodded and he continued, "So, who was the first? Some french artist or something?"

Liz watched him closely for a long time, choosing her words very carefully. Finally, she said, "His name was Stone. They fell in love as teenagers..."

"She found a great love when she was a teenager?" Patrick scoffed. "It was probably just puppy love."

Liz shook her head. "No. What Robin and Stone had as teenagers was more real than what most people ever experience. They went through a lot together."

Patrick shrugged, not looking thoroughly convinced. "So what happened to him? If it was such a great love, why didn't he stick around?"

Liz glared at him, then took a deep breath and reminded herself that he didn't know what had happened to Stone. And she shouldn't be the one to tell him. Picking up the charts she was working on, Liz brushed by Dr. Drake and said, "Robin will have to be the one to tell you about that."