A/N: So I have decided to write a Scrubs fan fic… I love writing and I have written a few other stories for GH but this is my first ever Robin and Patrick story, so be nice.
Oh, I didn't watch GH when Robin and Jason were together so I don't know the entire story, just bits and pieces. This story might have a little Jason in too but this is in no means a Jason and Robin story. I know they had a great past and I don't want to butcher what everyone loves…
Summary:
Without Further Ado…
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Help Me Fall
Chapter One: Denial and Action
She walked through the silent halls of General Hospital, deep in thought. The past couple of months in her life had been nonstop, that's for sure. She hadn't planned on moving back to Port Charles, at least not any time soon or maybe even ever. But here she was. She had returned for one reason and one reason only, to help save Jason's life. Even that almost wasn't even to talk her into returning. But she had and now Jason was healthy and continuing his life of crime and she was still in town.
She sighed deeply and glanced in the windows and the patients in their beds, in the rooms she was passing. Some were sleeping. Some were awake watching TV. Some had family with them and some were alone, fighting whatever was wrong with them without someone there to guide them. She never understood why she chose to work in a hospital. A place so lonely and dreary… so dead.
Then there was Patrick Drake. The newest addition to the General Hospital staff, and he already had a reputation, but not necessarily a good one. He was a ladies man, everyone knew it. He was gorgeous, and he knew it. But he was also arrogant, egotistical, demanding, and a great surgeon. He had already saves dozens of patients and he had only been working at the hospital for a few months. She was trying to fight the attraction, act like it didn't exist but it was growing increasingly harder. She couldn't help but smile when she was around him, even if he was a bit conceited. She had the butterflies in her stomach every time they brushed past each other and she wondered if he felt the same way.
"What are you still doing here?" The owner of her thoughts questioned, causing her to blush profusely. She only hoped he didn't notice. "Wasn't your shift over a couple hours ago?"
"Yeah but we were swamped and I figured I would stick around and work on some paperwork that I hadn't done…"
"You spend too much time in this place. Go home." He smiled that smile, she melted every time.
"What about you? You were off a couple hours ago yourself…" This is beginning to grow weird. Were they actually having a normal conversation? Was she actually talking to him without shooting an insult in his direction, was he actually being normal and thinking of someone other than himself for a change?
"Eh…" He shook of her question and stared at her for a second, taking in the glow in her when she smiled. The way she was looking at him sent shivers up his spine, but in a good way. He had noticed the way she blushed earlier when he spoke to her and he held a sense of accomplishment in that fact. "Do you want to go get some coffee or something?" He asked before he could stop himself, but regretted it instantly when the smile faded from her face.
She had waited so long for him to make the first move, to ask her out. She had daydreamed about it many times, even dreamed about it many nights. But she wasn't prepared for it to ever truly happen. She shook her head. "I don't think so…I should get home. It's getting pretty late." She was fighting herself to say what she really wanted to. She wanted to say yes and go out with him. She didn't want to go home to her lonely apartment, and she knew she would regret turning him down later.
He nodded. He wasn't going to beg and plead. She said no and for once he was going to respect her decision. "Okay then…" He grabbed his charts and walked down the hall, leaving her standing at the nurse's station already regretting her chose.
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She kicked her door closed with her foot as she entered her apartment with a bag of groceries. She was still kicking herself for not excepting Patrick's offer. She would have much rather have been out with him than returning home to her empty apartment. She barely had any furniture, except a table and a loveseat. She kept meaning to by a TV or maybe a few chairs, but she never had time. He walls were bare; she hadn't had time to unpack her pictures.
She sighed and carried her bags into the kitchen. "This is going to be a great night."
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Patrick walked up the short path and stopped at the door. He didn't know what came over him but here he stood. He normally wasn't up for the chase. Normally if a woman turned him down, it was her loss and he would move on. So why was he standing outside her door?
He raised his hand to knock and stopped contemplating this decision but knocked anyway. What's the worst she could do?
She opened the door a few seconds later and stood surprised. "You didn't want to go out for coffee so I brought the coffee to you…" He said and held up a thermos.
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Okay… so what did you think? I promise it will get more interesting as time goes on and I promise that the chapters will get longer too. So please tell me what you thought… But be nice!