Robin was sitting in the break room taking a breather and enjoying chamomile tea. It was supposed to be calming and her day had been anything but. She put her feet up on the table and leaned back trying to stretch the kinks out of her back. She felt like one of those wind-up toys from a Happy Meal. She was already too tense. But after her "discussion" with Patrick, she bumped into Sonny.

Things used to be so natural with Sonny. And she missed that. Now they were awkward around each other. Too much had changed. Before there had been Stone and Brenda. And now, now there was really nothing. Nothing but memories. Still it really wasn't supposed to be so weird. Maybe I spend too much time living in the past.

Despite the time that had left them strangers, Robin found herself pitying Sonny. Something was clearly eating at him. Part of it was Sam, but there was something more. She was pretty sure Jason wasn't speaking to him. In her recollection that had never happened before. And although her memory was a tad blurry and Emily had by no means been at her most lucid last night, she had clearly started something between Sonny and Jason. Things in the Port Charles mob weren't business as usual. She just hoped it could be resolved without too many more visits to the ER.

She heard her pager beep, but made no move to answer it. The tea made her feel less tired and more relaxed. And although she hated to admit it, seeing Sam and Jason had bothered her more than she had expected. Is it really that easy to replace an old love with a new one? I don't love Jason anymore, at least I don't think I do, but I can't cut him out of my heart yet. It doesn't matter that he has moved on. I do not want to let go of what we were. What was that line, I just read it somewhere… "women love the longest, even when all hope is gone".

Her pager was beeping incessantly. Maybe there is nothing wrong with keeping people in your heart as long as you didn't close it off to others...like a certain doctor. Rubbing her eyes, trying to refocus, she looked down at her pager and sighed, then she heard him bellow, "Scorpio".

Patrick sounded a little out of breathe and more than a little annoyed when he entered the break room. He had been paging Robin forever (okay, just five minutes) without any response so he had been forced to run around the hospital looking for her. He hated running after people. One little fight and she totally shuts down. I thought she was better than that.

"Where have you been? We've been looking all over. We need you in Sam McCall's room." Robin mumbled something, but Patrick didn't wait for an answer and pulled her rather ungentley out the door.

"Wait," Robin virtually ordered, extricating her arm from Patrick, and pulling him to the side. "I have to ask you something."

Patrick simply arched his eyebrow in response.

"No, no. This is serious," she said, trying to make him understand. She flipped her hair twice, nervously, before stopping herself. She hated that habit in women. It was what the blonde, air head, cheerleaders in high school used to do. "It's about last night."

They were both facing each other leaning against the hallway wall. As soon as she mentioned the other night, she noticed Patrick tense up and lean forward as if preparing to answer her attack. Great. This is going to be a lot harder than expected. He's already got his guard up and I haven't even said anything yet. Is this what we have become? Caricatures of ourselves.

"Look, I am not trying to pick a fight," Robin backed up. She turned around not willing to face him as she asked the question. "I need to know. Well, it's important to me to know. Why did you turn down my proposal last night? I thought it's what you wanted."

When she didn't hear anything, she turned around. He was looking straight ahead at her but not really seeing her. The wheels in his head turning so hard, she could almost hear them. Feeling her gaze, he laughed nervously. "Well that's a loaded question."

Nervousness was an unusual quality in Dr. Drake. She watched himself try and buy more time. Finally, he spoke, and it sounded like the words were being ripped out of his mouth. "You didn't really want to did you? It was the last thing on your mind earlier in the week. I didn't want you to hate me in the morning, and I didn't want you to hate yourself either…"

She wondered how many other women he had said the same thing to before. Like the word 'commitment', she doubted those words had crossed his lips before. And truthfully, she felt a surge of power, knowing she could compel such confessions from him.

Patrick felt uncomfortable and unsure of himself. Heartfelt confessions weren't his thing, but dammit if Robin didn't keep asking for them. "I was just trying to be that nice guy you claim to see and like."

Robin smiled at him and reached up to touch his teach. "I do like him. I do like you. Thank you." She raised herself up on her toes to kiss his cheek, but something distracted him and he turned. The next thing he knew he was kissing Robin.

Sorry if this transition was bad… I can't do mushy well…