Annabell walked out of Harbor View towers and her nerves were not going away, she didn't feel the dread that she had before she had gone to the penthouse, he didn't treat her badly or kick her out for saying she might be his daughter so it went better then she thought she didn't get a cab but instead wondered down unfamiliar streets needing to think, The 'what if's' started swirling in her head, what if she wasn't his though, what if the DNA test came back and it said they are not related, her mom would never tell her about her father she had only found her original birth certificate 6 months ago, what the fuck would she do if it's all a lie, what if she spent all her time and money on finding someone that was just another of her mothers lies.

"Oh god." She didn't really even think about that possibility before not really, it was a fleeting thought that it was all a lie but now with a pending DNA test it made it all the more of a possibility.

"Fuck." She stopped and leaned in to the brick wall she had been walking by her breathing became ragged, she tried to catch her breathe but found herself unable. Panic was gripping her, panic attacks were not something new but usually they didn't happen outside of her bedroom, her vision started to spot.

She slid down the wall. "One...two..."She rasped out, trying to take control.

"Hey, are you okay?" The voice sounded muffled and far away.

"One...two...three." She tried again and as she did she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"You need to breathe," The voice said grabbing one of the girls hands and placed it on their chest. "breathe with me, mirror my breath." Annabell could feel the strangers chest move up and down, she focused on the rise and fall, she could feel her own returning to normal after a few minutes she opened her eyes and looked up at a man, her blue eyes meeting dark brown.

"Are you alright?" The man asked concern flashing across his face.

She nodded. "Yea, I think so. Thank you...most people would have just kept walking."

The man stood and held a hand out to her. "You're welcome and anyone that could have just kept walking isn't someone I want to be, I'm Johnny by the way."

She let the man pull me to her feet and took him in as she stood, he was taller then her, not hard to be at her own 5.3, he stood about 6 feet tall, a dark brown head of hair, a slightly olive completion and he was handsome she had to admit that.

"I'm Annabell and most people avoid a girl that's a mess in the middle of a street but really thank you." She smiled nervously brushing her hair away from her face.

Johnny wanted to laugh at the mess comment if this was this girl looking like a mess he wouldn't mind seeing her at her best, she was a tiny thing, with big blue eyes and long flowing brown hair, she almost looked like a china doll.
"You're welcome and trust me you're not a mess." He flashed her a grin.

"Honestly are you really okay?" Johnny couldn't help but notice that the girls hands seemed to be shaking slightly.

She laughed nervously. "It's been a day, a crazy weird day."

"This might be add to the weird day but want to grab a drink and talk, I hear that helps?" The words were coming out of his mouth before his brain actually figured out what he was doing, what the fuck was he doing?

"You're the second person today to suggest I have a drink or two but I can't sorry." Was this guy hitting on her? Or just being oddly friendly.

Did he just get shot down, it shouldn't bother him he was kind of with Lulu although it was hard to tell what was happening with them these days.

He scratched the back of his head. "Yea no problem, I understand." He said bashfully.

"It's not like that, it's a really sweet offer but I'm 19. Honestly I would, god knows I could use one but no one would serve me." She rambled out, looking away her cheeks turning pink.

Johnny had to do a double take when he heard her age, she was almost fucking jail bait but the important this was she wasn't and a ID was not something to concern him.

"That's fine you won't need ID, if you still want that drink?"Johnny was dumbfounded by his own words again what the fuck was he doing?

"Why not. Lead the way." She said after a few moments of contemplation.

What was she doing, this was not something she would usually do, though cute guys didn't want to get drinks with her but then again this was not a normal day, she never had a day like this before.

Johnny found himself offering her his arm. "It's just up the road."

"So you do this often, you know save women in distress?" She asked as they ambled up the street.

He laughed. "Not a thing that happens often."

She smiled back at him. "Well guess it was good timing today."

Johnny pulled her in to a building just off the street and headed toward the elevator. "Yea it was."

Annabell stopped short of the elevator realizing that his was most likely his place, it was an apartment building, Johnny stopped with her.

"This is your apartment?" She said hesitantly, she figured he knew a bartender or something not that they would end up at his.

"Shit, yes I probably should have mentioned that. Look I promise I am not some creep, it's a drink nothing more." He felt like a dick, this seemed creepy as fuck now that he thought about it.

The guy could have done anything to her while she was half way to passing put on the street but he helped her so she figured a little trust was earned.

"It's ok, let's get that drink." She was the one to pull him this time toward the elevator.

"Yea let's." He hit his floor one they were in the car.

The ride up was a comfortable silence, they exited the car and Johnny was quick to open the door and let her in before closing it behind her.

"Make yourself comfortable." He motioned toward the couch.

She sat down on the plush looking sectional and took in the apartment, Johnny could not be more then 10 year older then her if she had to guess probably 25 or 27 or so but this place was large and well decorated, he either had a great job or had family money.

"So what is your poison?" Johnny asked before pulling off his black coat and tossing it across a desk before walking to a fancy little wet bar.

"I'll have whatever you're having." He smiled at her in response and she watched him pour the drinks, noting without the jacket he was more fit then she originally though as she took in the white tee shirt stretched out across his back, she felt herself blushing and turned slightly to hide it.

Johnny returned with two tumblers of amber liquid. "It's nothing fancy just bourbon but feel free to mix it up if you want something else." He told her sitting on the couch beside her.

Annabell drank a small sip teasingly, it went down smooth and she took another slightly bigger sip enjoying the warm feeling as it went down, she licked her lips before smiling at the man beside her.

"Pretty sure that is just what I needed."

Johnny's intent when he brought her up were innocent but the way she looked sipping the bourbon and licking those pink lips had him questioning if would stay that way. "So why this day so shitty for you?"

Her eyes met his briefly. "Wouldn't say the whole day has been shit but I ..." She trailed off before taking another healthy gulp of the drink. "I came to town to find my father."

Johnny was surprised but at the same time not, he would have remembered her if she was a local to PC, she had a face he would not soon forget. "Assuming it didn't go well?"

She shrugged and leaned closer pulling her feet off the floor before sitting cross legged in front of him. "He's wants a DNA test, say's he didn't know about me so not bad as it could have gone."

Johnny could not disagree with anyone wanting a DNA test, hell he would want one. "So why the panic attack?"

"It crossed my mind if I'm wrong, if my mother is a liar and I end up have no fucking clue in the end who my father is this is all for nothing." She said as she spoke she felt her chest tighten again.

Johnny's hand instinctively went to her cheek. "Don't stop breathing on me again." He said letting his thumb rub across the soft skin.

She felt herself blush but didn't pull away. "I'll keep breathing for you." She found herself whispering out.

"Good because the only other way I know to stop a panic attack won't be welcome." Johnny didn't know why he said it, maybe because he wanted her to ask.

"And what way would that be?"

He found himself leaning closer. "A kiss, it takes your mind if the panic make you focus, well it should if you're doing it right."

Annabell was surprised by his response, she couldn't help but glance down to his mouth and back to his eyes his hand still cupping her face. "Why not test it out now?" She didn't know where the boldness had come but she said it none the less.

Johnny looked in her eyes before leaning forward slowly and she moved to meet him half way, their lips touched and it was like this wasn't the first time, it wasn't tentative or rushed it was smooth almost natural. The second his lips touched hers she stopped thinking at all, her left hand moved quickly gripping the base of his neck pulling him closer and her tongue flicked his lips ever so softly as his lips parted.

"RING, RING, RING" The pair jumped apart at the noise of the phone.

"That's me." She said grabbing her purse and fishing out her phone.

Johnny took a deep breath and watched as she answered, getting her end of the call.

"Hello?"

"Yea I did."

"That soon, really?"

"No that's fine."

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Bye."

As she hung up the phone she looked apprehensive and hopeful at the same time.

"Back to reality, DNA test tomorrow at General Hospital." She said knocking back what was left in her glass.

"No one gets appointments that quickly, wonder how he swung that?" Johnny mussed, annoyed they had been interrupted.

"I think being a Quartermaine even if you don't use the last name carries weight." She guessed as she played with his long fingers that rested on her knee.

Johnny shot away like she burned him, hopping off the couch to put some distance between them, no fucking way, a Quartermaine that's not one by last name, fucking Jason Morgan. His eyes flicked back to the girl on the couch, was she his daughter because peace or not Jason finds out he touched the girl, if she really was his daughter, all bets were off. "Please, please tell me you're not Jason Morgan's' daughter?"

"Pretty sure I am. You know him, I'm guessing?" She asked standing and walking toward him.

Johnny backed up. "You need to go, I'll call you a taxi." The look of hurt that came across her face made him want to take the words back but this was about far more then him or her.

Annabell was surprised by the change of his tone and his rush to get her gone but reigned in her emotions and straightened her shoulders. "Don't bother with the cab, I'll walk." She bit out grabbing her bag off the couch.

TBC