A/N: Finally had a few minutes to finish this up. There's more to come. Thanks for the excited feedback! It does encourage and inspire me.

I just could not resist a certain conversation in here. It amuses me to no end. I love RLS. And if Patrick messes up, it's a short jump to the Roah ship :P Just kidding, mostly.

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If You're Not The One – 6
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I never know what the future brings
But I know you are here with me now
We'll make it through
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Time moved on, but Robin and Patrick remained locked in each others' arms, drinking the other in. Each time either made to move back, even just to breathe, their lips involuntarily pulled back together. Neither knew how much time had passed when Patrick finally pulled back enough to evade her following lips.

"Robin, we haven't really dec…"

"Shut up, Patrick." Robin stood up on her tiptoes and dived in for more. The feel of his kisses made her body feel lazy and liquid. There was nowhere to get to and nothing to figure out while his lips were on hers. She didn't want to think, to go back to their miscommunications and cross-purposes.

Patrick chuckled and effortlessly gave in to her order. He was running his hands up and down the silk material of her dress when there was the sound of a clearing throat.

"Excuse me, Dr. Drake, Dr. Scorpio. Sorry to interrupt."

Robin, recognizing the voice immediately pulled back and ducked her head. She sucked in a breath and felt her face burn up with heat. But she straightened her shoulders and turned around to face Drs. Alan and Monica Quatermaine. The echo of her tirade the night before about the man she had just been caught necking with was loud in her mind. And sparkling in Monica and Alan's eyes.

Patrick, on the other hand, was smirking and enjoying Robin's discomfort entirely too much. So much so that she felt compelled to elbow him in the chest. He just laughed and held on to her arm.

"Patrick, Have you spoken to your father lately?" Alan asked.

"I haven't seen him in a couple days. Why?" Patrick sounded unconcerned, but inside his heart started pounding. It was entirely too familiar, the drunk vanishing out of sight on a binge, except now he had cirrhosis of the liver. A death sentence hanging over both of their heads.

"The floor nurse just said he didn't show up for rounds, and he hasn't answered his page all day. He's just disappeared," Monica added worriedly.

"We've tried to call his apartment, no luck there either," Alan added, memories of his own son's battle with alcohol fresh in his mind as he watched Patrick's attempt to remain stoic. He felt a strong wave of sympathy for the young doctor and he was glad that Robin Scorpio was the person by his side as he received this disturbing news.

"We should go look for him," Robin said worriedly.

Patrick just shrugged behind her, but standing so close Robin could feel the emotional turmoil pouring out of him.

"Please let us know if there's anything we can do," Alan said before quietly excusing himself and Monica. As they walked away they shared an observation about how Robin Scorpio and Patrick Drake reminded them of themselves many years ago and they decided to go share a dance.

"Let's go, Patrick," Robin prompted.

"If he wants to drink himself to death, I'm not going to stop him." Patrick sighed and looked out over the water. Once again his father and his bottle were screwing up his life. He wished he didn't care.

"You don't mean that," Robin said. "Let's go." At the feel of Robin's hand on his arm Patrick wondered if maybe this time would be different. This time he wasn't alone in trying to save his father from himself. And if nothing else, she was with him. He nodded and picked up his suit jacket from the ground and insisted that Robin put it on.

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"Are you sure you want to leave with that guy?" Nikolas asked Robin quietly when she stopped to let him know where she was going. Patrick was waiting impatiently near the stairs leading to the entrance.

"His father is missing, he needs me. And I care about Noah, too."

"Looks like you care about the son." Nikolas said referring to her wearing of Patrick's suit jacket and her looking like she had been very thoroughly kissed.

Robin smiled shyly.

"If he hurts you just say the word and Cassadine vengeance is at your disposal." Then, with a wistful smile, he stroked her mussed hair off her cheek. "If you need a friend, or more, I'm always here for you."

"Thanks, Nikolas." Touched, Robin leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"And if you want me to get some men looking for this Dr. Drake, let me know." Nikolas shrugged at Robin's surprised look. She knew there was no love lost between Patrick and Nikolas dating back to Patrick's date with Emily.

"Not right now, but if we do I'll call you."

"Call me anyway. Now, get going before your boyfriend comes over here and makes me hurt him again."

"He's not my boyfriend," Robin insisted. Nikolas just rolled his eyes.

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At Robin's behest, they stopped at her place first. As they walked into the apartment Patrick's eyes were immediately drawn to the table where the flowers he had given her, and she had trashed, the night before were prominently displayed. He slid his hands in his pocket and felt a sense of satisfaction that they were where they belonged. Any annoyance he had at Robin and Nikolas' close moment before they left momentarily abated.

Robin, meanwhile, headed towards the bedroom to change out of her gown. "Why don't you make use the phone and call some hospitals?" She closed the door behind her, eliciting a disappointed grunt from Patrick.

"Be more practical to call bars," Patrick mumbled as he found the yellow pages that had just been delivered to Robin's new apartment and opened it up to the bar section. While he was calling and waiting he noticed a pile of CD's on a table waiting to be organized and began to sift through them. Some he smiled at approvingly, some he made a grimace and some he shrugged away. A few though earned an interested look. He had made three fruitless calls before Robin came out of the bedroom in black pants and a black turtle neck sweater and a small black purse.

"You look like a cat burglar. A hot one, though." Patrick leered and licked his bottom lip as he put the phone back in its cradle. "So I notice that you have some Rick Springfield CD's." He infused his voice with a feigned casual tone.

"Yeah, what of it?" Robin challenged, used to people mocking her taste for the hot rocker.

"It's just interesting. Some people have said that my dad looks a bit like Rick Springfield." Patrick rocked back on his heels, his expression inscrutable.

"Really?" Robin cleared her throat and turned to put on her black leather jacket.

"You really are the president of the Noah Drake fan club!" Patrick crowed.

"Your jealousy of your father is kind of cute," Robin said haughtily.

"Jealous," Patrick scoffed.

"Your father is a very good looking and charming man. I'm sure if he wanted to he could steal away any of the woman that fawn all over you. It's natural you'd be threatened by that." Robin said in her reasonable, doctor's tone as she walked towards the front door.

"Like you?" Patrick leaned over her, trying to fluster her.

"Do I fawn over you?" Robin rolled her eyes.

"No." The one word conveyed all of Patrick's disappointment and annoyance with that fact.

"See, jealous!" Robin said triumphantly and opened the front door and looked at him pointedly.

Patrick pulled the door open wider from above her head so that Robin could walk through first. "You know," he started as she hit the hallway. "You were fawning all over me pretty good just a little while ago." He licked his lips and grinned cockily at her.

Robin just looked at him smugly and waited for him to close the door. If Patrick wanted to be jealous of his father and her fondness of him she didn't mind. She really did find it endearing. Especially since he and Noah denied that they were two peas in a pod when they couldn't be more alike than if they were twins.

Patrick closed the door and then slid his hands into the suit jacket Robin had returned to him. "Where now?"

"Let's go to Noah's apartment."

"I told you I don't have a key and I don't think there's anyone on site, like a superintendent, to open the door." Patrick looked worried.

"Don't worry about that." Robin patted her purse. Patrick just looked at her curiously and followed her back down to his car.