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If You're Not the One - 19
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We'll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life
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"I can't believe he's dead." Brenda Barrett had her legs up on Robin's coffee table and was holding a glass of red wine in her hand. The sleeves of her sheer black shirt were overlong and hung over her hands and she was wearing red sweat pants that matched the red of the pedicures she and Robin had finished earlier during the evening of pampering that Brenda had insisted on.
Robin didn't respond to the comment that Brenda had been repeating frequently since her arrival in Port Charles earlier in the day. She just leaned back in the big cushy chair she was sitting in and drank her wine.
"It just didn't hit me until I came back here. Back in Rome it was all so far away and long ago." Brenda toed the pizza box sitting open near her foot.
"In a galaxy far, far away," Robin intoned. "I felt the same way in Paris about everything and almost everyone here. There's something about coming home."
"Jason?" Brenda watched Robin over the rim of her glass.
"I remembered loving him, but seeing him brought it all back for a while." Robin sighed, thinking about the kiss and the scene she'd had with Sonny afterwards, but before she could feel sad about it she also remembered the infuriating comments Patrick had made about it to her after he had heard about it. The thought of Patrick left a smile on her face, one which her best friend immediately jumped on.
"But you got over it because you're in love with Patrick Drake now, right?" Brenda arched her well-groomed eyebrows at Robin who looked at her friend levelly. "Oh come on, even you're not in that much denial. It's written all over your face whenever you mention him. It's so cute and girly."
"A few weeks ago I'd have argued you to the death about it." Robin blew out a breath and took a sip of wine.
"You're still not saying it out loud." Brenda pointed at finger at Robin and smiled evilly.
"I'm in love with Patrick Drake." Robin bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling as Brenda squealed and jumped around on the couch.
"Robin's in love! Robin's in love! I can't wait to meet this guy."
"I'm sure he'd love to meet you too. I have a feeling he likes models." Robin chuckled, totally unthreatened by the prospect.
"Former model turned business woman," Brenda said in a snooty voice before recommencing squealing. "Now open the damn letter! I bet he loves you too!"
"You don't even know him." Robin had purposefully left the letters at the hospital.
"But I know you and he can't help but love you."
"Well, believe it or not, plenty of men have resisted my charms." Robin smiled wryly at her.
"Fools." Brenda paused and then frowned. "Sonny's dead. I just can't wrap my mind around it." Brenda leaned back and took another sip of wine.
"Well, you'd better try or you might become Carly's roommate at St. Anne's." Robin grimaced as she remembered Carly's melt down at General Hospital a few days previously. She had shown up at the hospital right after Sonny's body had been brought in by the paramedics and she had insisted on seeing him. Robin had come down to sit with Sonny herself for a moment before going to see Patrick and as soon as Carly saw Robin she started ranting and raving how it was all Robin's fault and had grabbed some medical instruments and tried to run at the petite doctor. Fortunately, Mac had some men guarding the body as it was prepared for transport to the coroner's lab and had managed to pull Carly back before she managed to get near Robin. From there she had gone from complete ranting melt down into a catatonic state from which she had yet to emerge. Given her past history, the prognosis was not good and she had been shipped away for more intensive care. The children were currently under Leticia's care and by all accounts hardly noticed her absence.
"At least I don't have to save Jax from her clutches. Until she gets out. They always let her out." Brenda grumbled. "Although, three strikes and you're out. Is this the third or fourth time she's been committed?"
"Haven't been keeping track." Robin shrugged and leaned forward to refill their glasses.
"I doubt Jason will actually go to prison, but I can't believe that he's not out on bail. That John Durant is good. I can't believe he's Carly's father." Brenda swirled her fresh glass of wine as she continued to skip from one topic to another. "Jason has changed so much. When I went to see him it was like a light had been turned off inside. Do you think it's the brain damage or the life with Sonny?"
"Are you afraid that it could have happened to you?" Robin asked, seamlessly following her best friend's train of thought.
"It would have, it definitely would have. I could have been either Jason or Carly, or dead. Anyway, enough of this depressing stuff. We need to plan your wedding."
Robin choked on her wine and stared at her best friend in horror. Brenda was laughing uproariously, enjoying getting to push her best friend forward in person. She was eager to meet Patrick for herself and see if he was good enough for her best friend.
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"Good morning. How are you feeling today?" Robin asked as she walked into Patrick's hospital room. His bed was littered with medical journals and he looked up in surprise at Robin's entrance as he had been so engrossed in his reading.
"Fine, bored. I'm ready to get out of here." He sighed dramatically and gave Robin puppy eyes.
"That's not what your doctor says."
Patrick mumbled under his breath and put the journal he was reading down on the bed. "Entertain me, please." Then he waggled his eyebrows at Robin who dutifully rolled her eyes.
"I wanted to give these back to you since we didn't need them." Robin pulled the two letters out of her lab coat and held them out to Patrick as she sat down in the chair next to the bed.
Patrick narrowed his eyes and studied her. "Did you read them?" he asked suspiciously, though he was not bothered either way.
"You asked me not to."
"And you listened to me? I would have read them the moment I walked out of the room." Patrick put them into a journal as a bookmark and smiled mischievously at her.
"Unlike you I have self control," Robin said imperiously.
Patrick laughed and then held his side. "Don't make me laugh," he
gasped and shook his head at her. "I hear I owe my life to you. How
come you didn't mention what happened in the O.R.?" Robin shrugged.
"In some cultures that means I belong to you," Patrick lowered his
voice to a seductive pitch. "We both know how much you like to have me
under your control."
"Then I could order you to let me read that letter?" Robin tilted her head and tapped her finger against her lip contemplatively. Patrick wordlessly took one of the letters out and held it out to her. Robin frowned and looked at it. "I don't want to read it."
"Afraid of what it might say?" He gave her a smoldering look.
"You wrote it in case you died, Patrick," Robin said quietly. "I was curious, I am curious, but whatever you have to say to me shouldn't be said." She stopped and waved her hand. "Like that. It should be of your own free will. Besides, I thought it might say 'gotcha' or something."
Patrick took Robin's hand in his. "There's nothing in that letter that I wouldn't say to you right now if you were ready." His words and his expression were sincere.
Robin had just opened her mouth to speak when her beeper went off. "Hold that thought." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Get some rest. I'll try to stop by before I get out of here."
"What do you mean?" Patrick said, practically pouting. He was used to seeing throughout the entire day whether she was on shift or not.
Robin looked up from her pager, her distraction gone as she realized he didn't know. "Today's Jesse Beaudry's funeral," she said softly.
"I should be there," Patrick said, upset by the realization he was going to miss the young detective's funeral. "I should be there."
"You did your best to try to save his life; there was nothing you could do for him. All there is for you to do is to take care of yourself right now."
Patrick didn't look appeased as he stared down at his hands. Robin wanted to stay, but not only did she have to go, she knew that this was something that Patrick was going to have to work out for himself. "I'll see you later." She glanced back once before leaving the hospital room.
Patrick pulled out the letters and stared at them, thinking how unfair it was that Jesse Beaudry hadn't had the opportunity to tell the people he loved how he felt about them before his life was cut short.
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A/N: Now Carly and MyKill are off canvas...So we're 3 for 3. But the
"bloodbath" will continue until GH is a balanced canvas once again. Oh,
and a show about a hospital!