A/N: Thank you all so much for continuing to read this story. I'm so happy that you are all enjoying and I promise it's going to pick up here in the next couple of chapters. So keep reading and I promise it will pay off.

Thanks again for the amazing reviews! You guys treat me too nicely!

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Help Me Fall

Chapter Four: Bologna and Goldfish

"Robin, wait up!" Patrick ran after her.

"Can you take a hint, just once?" She stopped and turned to face him. There was fire shooting from her eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to do whatever I did to upset you." He really was sorry. He hated knowing that she was angry at him for whatever reason. He felt his stomach curl at just the thought that she wouldn't talk to him and that she would ignore him.

She sighed. "What do you want, Patrick?" She was irritated.

"I want to make this up to you…" She looked at him skeptically. "You are the closest thing to a friend that I have in Port Charles and… I just, I want to talk to you. I want to get to know you better."

"I bet you do." She said under her breath, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not as bad as everyone seems to think I am." He smiled at her. "We can do whatever you want to do and I promise I will be on my best behavior."

"Will it get you off my back?" She sighed.

He chose to not ruin his chances and kept his inappropriate comment to himself. "Yes."

"Fine. I will go out with you. But I get to plan everything and you have to stop flirting…"

"Come on…" He started but stopped. He was at least getting a date. That was more than he had a few minutes before. He would abide by her rules… for now. "Fine. Whatever you say. What do you say? Seven?"

"That's fine. And remember… best behavior." She warned before walking away. What had she just gotten herself into? And what were they going to do tonight?

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Patrick paced the floors back and forth in his room above Kelly's. He still had fort-five minutes before he had to pick up Robin and he was already dressed and ready. And he looked pretty good, if he did say so himself. He was dressed in a nice, long sleeved black turtle neck and a pair of nice jeans. He had a slight amount of gel in his hair and he was ready. He felt the fluttering in his stomach, he was nervous. He didn't recognize this feeling. He was normally extremely confident and went after anything that he wanted. So why was he feeling this way for Robin?

He glanced at the clock. Only five minutes had passed. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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Robin went back and forth, throwing each different outfit from her hangers in her closet. She didn't seem to have anything to wear. Funny how just a few weeks before she had been amazed at the amount of clothes that she had, when moving back to the United States. Now she couldn't find anything. She wanted to look mature and sexy but she wanted to be classy. She didn't want to show off too much. She still wanted to be herself, conservative. But why was she so nervous about tonight? It was only Patrick Drake? He wasn't anything special.

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He knocked quietly on the door. Was he ready for this? This was what he had wanted for weeks now and now it was here, staring him in the face and he suddenly wasn't so sure. He had grown to really enjoy being with Robin, talk to her, joking with her, picking on her. What if all of that changed now? She was really the only person he knew fairly well in Port Charles.

"Good evening." Robin smiled and greeted him. He looked her over and she looked amazing. She was also wearing jeans with dark blue, form fitting sweater and a pair of high heels. She really was miniature compared to him.

"You look amazing." He said honestly, receiving an eye roll from Robin.

"Can we just go and get this over with?" She said a little colder than she intended, and the look that crossed Patrick's face made her a little self conscious. "I'm sorry…"

"No it's fine. If you don't want to do this, we really don't have to—"

"No, I do. It's just… this is weird." She gave him a weak smile. "I'm sorry… let's start over. Good even Patrick. You look extremely handsome tonight."

"Wow. That really had to be painful for you." He joked. He still wasn't completely sure about this date. Especially now that he knew that Robin really didn't want to go out with him. "So where are you taking me tonight, Dr. Scorpio?" He hid his insecurities.

"It's a surprise." She raised her eyebrows at him. "You'll just have to wait and see…"

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"Can I take this stupid thing off now?" Patrick pleaded.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because…"

"But…"

"Don't make me stop this car."

"Please?" He tried once more. He really felt stupid wearing this blindfold. Normally it would have been the woman wearing something like this and the man driving the car, preparing her for some kind of romantic evening. But he wasn't the one planning their evening and she had insisted on the blindfold. A hot pink one on top of that!

"We're here…" She stated. "Don't take the blindfold off yet." She warned.

"Alright, okay. Just hurry. I have to look ridiculous."

She walked around to his side of the car and helped him out, their bodies standing only a few inches away from each other. "Okay. Stand here for just a minute." She instructed him and he sighed.

"Robin…" He whined. He stood stock still when he heard a click and saw what he thought might be a flash through the blindfold. "What the hell?" He asked ripping the blindfold off his face to see Robin standing in front of him with an evil smile on her face, holding a camera.

"What? I had to have proof that I had you wrapped around my little finger." She laughed evilly. "Alan and Monica should really love these…"

"You wouldn't dare…"

"Oh Dr. Drake, you don't know me very well do you?" She gave him a wide smiled and his stomach tightened. She truly was beautiful when she smiled and he realized, she didn't do it enough. Hopefully he could change all of that.

"Fine. I will be on my best behavior but you have to promise me that you won't show anyone those pictures." He bargained.

"Deal." She shook his hand and for the first time he noticed their surroundings.

"Where are we?" He asked confused. There was a blanket lying on the ground in front of him with a picnic basket sitting on top. The backdrop tall trees with wild flowers all around them. The birds were chirping, playing nature's natural music.

"We are at Atlantic Cove." Robin explained. "And we are going to have a picnic!"

"A picnic?" He asked skeptically. "Are you serious? I was thinking more along the lines of a nice dinner, inside. You know where there are other people and waiters…"

"What are you afraid you're going to get a little dirty?"

"Dirty…" Patrick raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Sit." She instructed and began pulling the contents from the basket.

"Okay… What's for dinner?"

"Bologna and goldfish."

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A/N: Okay… so I stole Becca's idea for goldfish but I promise this is as far as the goldfish go and I thought it would be a cute ending. But anyway… there is chapter four and I promise some great SCRUBS interaction in the next chapter!