A/N: Okay, so this idea popped into my head earlier today when I was reading another fan fic and it won't seem to leave me alone, so here it is. I have kept everything the same with Robin and Patrick, their meeting and everything. But what if Patrick's life was a little different than we see it everyday? So this is my interpretation of some changes in the show. So I hope you enjoy it…

Oh, and I know you all probably think I'm crazy. I have one story started already and starting another but what can I say? Robin and Patrick are addicting!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! And if I did… well let's just say, things would be different!

Summary: The virus has taken another hold of another member of Port Charles and this time it hits closer to Robin Scorpio that ever. How will she cope and who will be there to help her through? Will she pull through to the other side?

Here we go…

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To Close for Comfort

Chapter One:

She walked from room to room, inspecting her progress. She had been living in Port Charles again for almost six months and slowly, things were coming together. There were still the few odd boxes sitting in random corners in her apartment, but she had finally painted the walls and even hung a few pictures. She still didn't have much furniture but it didn't bother her much. She didn't spend as much time as she would have liked at home. She was always at the hospital. It seemed that she never had time to do anything besides work, which Patrick Drake made sure to bring up every chance he got.

Patrick Drake. The egotistical, arrogant, pompous… he was just so sure of himself. His ego had to be the size of Texas or larger and he had the inability to take no for an answer. He was always bringing up her social life, or lack there of according to him, whenever he was given the chance. It had quickly become his sole mission in life to annoy the hell out of her and get her to go on a date. One out of two...

She could tell herself that she wanted nothing to do with him. That she wished she had never talked him into coming to Port Charles but she would be lying and she knew it. She enjoyed the attention, most of the time. She enjoyed seeing the looks of longing on the nurse's faces when she and Patrick walked down the hall together. It was nice being envied for once. It was a nice change after being treated like glass or the plague for years because she had been infected with HIV.

"It" had happened to her when she was just eighteen years old and many would say that her life ended, and at the time she had thought the same thing. She had lost the one man that she had ever truly loved and in losing him, she gained this terrible disease. She thought that all of her plans were ruined and her dreams would never come true. But she soon realized that although it was a terrible disease and she would have to spend the rest of her life being aware of every danger, she also realized that was when her life began. She learned that life was something special and invaluable, something to not take for granted. Losing Stone, she thought at the time was the worst thing she ever could have experienced and she never thought that she would be able to move forward and have a life… but then there was Jason.

Jason Morgan. Once Jason Quartermaine. He was now known as Port Charles' resident hit man. He was the right hand man to Sonny Corinthos and everyone knew not to mess with him. But before he gained his reputation, she had known a completely different side of him. He was a loving and caring man, even though the doctors told him that he would never feel. He was the first man that she had loved after the loss of Stone. He was the man that brought her back to life again and helped her realize that her life wasn't over after Stone's death and after finding out about the disease.

Ironically enough, Jason had been the reason she had left Port Charles years ago and now he had been the reason she had returned. She had vowed to herself that once she left, she wouldn't return unless it was an extreme emergency, and in Jason's case it was. She returned to the place she had once called her home, and she hadn't been able to help him. She felt like she had let him down… and she briefly thought of going back to Paris. She had a great life, a few great friends. But here she was, standing in her own apartment trying to figure out what color her spare bedroom wall should be.

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She walked aimlessly through the halls of General Hospital. She remembered as a child when she would come here for a routine check up for even to visit someone, she used to imagine herself as one of the nurses or if she really dreamed; a doctor. Now she walked through the halls and she couldn't stop think how lonely everything seemed. When she was a kid, everything seemed so magical and "big." She never really had a grasp on how much death these walls saw, how much pain and loneliness.

She glanced around at the faces of the lonely few sitting in the waiting room. They all looked lost in their own world, possibly thinking about their loved one who happened to be down the hall and through that certain door or wondering what the doctor would say about their cough that had suddenly come on that morning. Some were flipping through the pages of a magazine and some just sat staring at the pale blue walls. There were two children sitting quietly in the corner, their heads drooping. She couldn't help wondering if they really understood what was going on around them or if they were just sitting how they saw others. Were they there visiting someone? Had their "someone" lost their life and they were just sitting there? Were they the sick ones? She often asked herself these questions. She wondered what went on in their lives and she could watch them for hours, just trying to get a feel for who they really were.

He stood staring at her from his place, leaning against the wall. She was so lost in a trance that she didn't even notice him. He knew that she was watching the people sitting in the waiting room, trying to figure out why they were there. He figured every doctor did it. It was what he did… trying to tell himself that their lives were better than what he was seeing in front of his eyes. He didn't want to see the pain when he broke the terrible news to them; he wanted to imagine that he wasn't shattering their world to pieces.

He coughed lightly, bringing her back down to earth and to reality. She blushed slightly making him smile. She was beautiful. He often told her that but she never believed him. But it was his fault completely. It was his reputation coming back to haunt him, although he knew he hadn't been able to look at a beautiful woman the same way since he met her. Everyone he talked to, he compared to her. She truly was something special and he never lied to her when telling her how much he admired her talents as a doctor or that she was beautiful. He would never lie about something like that, but somehow he had already managed to hurt her and they weren't even dating. They weren't even really friends. But he being the idiot that he was couldn't take his time with her and wait; he had to run off in search of another woman. And that woman had to be Carly Corinthos, the one woman that Robin had a terrible history with. Now he was paying dearly and he was doing everything possible to get things back to normal between them. He missed their playfulness. He missed seeing her slight smile when he complimented her, even when he knew she wanted nothing more than to be angry with him. He missed her glaring at him; fire shooting from her eyes… it was at these moments that he really saw passion.

They had this little game they played, always picking on each other, pointing out each other's imperfections. It was what they both loved the most about their relationship but also what they hated. They both knew and understood each other better than either one was willing to admit. So they would argue constantly and begin to open up, growing closer to the other; only to pull away again when feelings started shining through. They had shared some great times together when it had just been the two of them, no one to impress.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He smirked and immediately looked at the ground.

"Like that!" She smiled. They were walking through the park late at night on their way to Kelly's to get coffee after a long shift.

"Is there some sort of way I keep looking at you?" He smirked. He knew exactly what she had been talking about. He had just been saying to himself how beautiful she was. He had noticed how she looked like an angel when the moonlight hit her at the right angle and he had noticed the glow that formed in her eyes when she looked up at him, from that same light. He wanted to grab her and kiss her right there. He would even settle to for holding her little hand in his or wrapping his arm around her waist; just to be close to her.

"What are we doing, Patrick?" She asked wearily. She was getting serious and that made him worry. He knew that he felt something for her but he also knew that he wasn't quite sure what that 'something' was, and he certainly wasn't ready to tell her. How great would that be? Patrick Drake, the ultimate playboy, was falling for someone like Robin Scorpio.

"I- uh- What do you mean?" He was now avoiding her gaze. He wasn't ready to let her in. He wasn't ready to let her see inside his soul and he knew the minute their eyes connected, she would know the truth. She would be able to see it.

"What is this? Obviously we aren't anything special…" She stopped. That hadn't come out the way that she had meant for it to. "I mean…"

"It's alright. I know what you mean." He spat and she noticed the pain in his voice. The pain that he had been trying so hard to hide. "I'm the exact opposite of the guy that you would ever date. I get that."

"Look…" She sighed. "…I don't know what this is. I know that I let myself fall in love twice and both times I ended up alone whether it be accidental or on purpose, and I promised myself then that I wasn't going to give my heart over to a man ever again."

"But that's not me Robin. We aren't all so bad… we don't all hurt the person that we love." He felt the need to defend himself even though he knew that there wasn't anything to defend. "But…" He stopped walking and looked her dead in the eye. "I know what you are saying."

And they had sat on the bench in the middle of the park, never making it to Kelly's for that coffee. She had opened up about Stone and about Jason while he had opened up about the pain of losing his mother. They truly had understood each other and if anything, seeing each other's vulnerable side made the other fall even more for them. That night they had left things up in the air about the two of them, neither really knowing where they stood but they both had walked away with at least a little bit more of an understanding. And they had both agreed to keep their new information to themselves, never telling anyone that they had shared such a moment and never using it against the other person. And things really hadn't changed too much since that night. They only understood each other on another level. Other than that, they were still the same people and they still woke up every morning thinking of what torture they could inflict on the other.

"What were you so lost in thought about?" He questioned as he walked behind her, going to the patient rack and picking up a chart.

"That little girl over there in the corner." She replied. She was referring to the little blonde sitting next to what they thought was her grandmother. Her blonde locks were pulled up into two ponytails on either side of head. She was carrying an old, tattered teddy bear with her and one of her shoes was untied. "What do you think I her story?"

He glanced at the little girl and he felt his heart swell. It was known fact that he didn't have the best bed side manner, but this little girl broke his heart. She looked so scared and alone, even with the lady sitting next to her. There was something about her that showed that she had been through more than a child her age should have been, a sense of sadness that come through clearly in her eyes.

"Madison Webb?" Patrick questioned, walking over to the crowd waiting. To his surprise the little blonde girl jumped up at the sound of her name.

"That's me!" She gave a large smile, and ran over to Patrick. She held out her little hand waiting for Patrick to shake it. "Everyone calls me Maddie."

"Well, hi Maddie. I'm Dr. Drake," He said crouching down to her level. "What do you say you come with me and we'll see what I can do for you?" He stood back up and took her hand. He glanced back at Robin one last time. "We'll know soon enough." He stated simply before walking behind the curtain, followed by the woman with little Maddie and pulling it closed.

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A/N: So what do you think? Do you like it so far? Maybe I'm crazy for starting another story but I can't help it Robrick are just too addicting! So I hope you all enjoyed it and look for another update soon!