Divine Intervention

Ok this is for prompt words 38 at Soap Fan Fiction and is a variant of the Urban Legend of the Vanishing Hitchhiker. I hope you all enjoy this as my muse has been bratty lately..I don't own anything I just intend to write for fun.

Words: Mind, Without, Forgive

It was a dark and stormy night as Nadine Crowell pulled out of the General Hospital parking structure after pulling a double shift. All she wanted to do was to soak in a cool refreshing bath and drift into daydreams of a certain someone when suddenly lightning flashed from the sky throwing her off balance and causing her to swerve off to the side of the road.

"Sugar," she muttered under her breath as she turned her key in the ignition and heard the sound of her popped tire scraping on the pavement.

Getting out now in the rain she began to assess the damage and made her way to her trunk, thankful that growing up she learnt to always be prepared for anything.

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He didn't know why he was sent back, why there and now. It was then he looked into the distance and spotted a fiery blonde attempting to change her tire in the pouring rain and his purpose was clear as crystal. He was sent to help her, ironic really seeing as she was the current love interest of the man who stole the love of his life. Looking up at the say he shook his head.

"Ha ha, very funny guys."

Making his way over to where she stood he suddenly spoke up.

"Excuse me, need any help."

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She jumped when she heard the sound of a male voice from behind her. She could have sworn that no one had driven past her but then again she really wasn't paying that much attention the matter.

She looked up and gave him the once over. He was a young man, early or mid twenties perhaps with longish black hair and deep brown eyes.

Smiling at him she shook her head.

"That's alright, I can take care of myself," she said as she turned back to the car and began to fight to remove the tire with her bare hands.

He chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"I think this would be helpful," he said handing her a jack.

"What would I do without you," she said smirking.

He shrugged as he knelt down next to her.

"Fine, it's all yours Mr. Good Wrench."

He let out a laugh.

"Actually it's Mr. Smith."

"How Original."

"You could always call me Zander."

"Zander...well I'm Nadine."

"Nadine," he said fixing her tire as the rain continued to fall.

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Soon the tire was changed and Nadine looked over at Zander.

"Thank you again."

"Don't mention it."

"So, where did you come from, I mean I don't see any other cars around here."

"Actually I was out for a walk."

"In this rain storm."

"Well it wasn't raining when I started."

Nadine smiled and knew her bath would be delayed once more as she couldn't let a stranger catch his death in the in climate weather.

"Do you want a ride?"

He looked at her confused.

"Well do you."

He shrugged and entered the car seeing as he was still there that something else must be keeping him.

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There was a long bout of silence as the car began to drive don the road.

"So, where are you heading."

"Excuse me."

"Well you couldn't be wandering aimlessly down the road now could you?"

He decided to think on his toes. Where would he go if he were still alive?

"Actually I was on my way to Jake's do you know the place."

"Quite well in fact," she smiled as her mind began to become flooded with the visions of the many times that she and her coworkers would hang out and just lick it slam it and suck it.

There was some more silence before he spoke up again.

"Forgive me for being intrusive."

"Be as intrusive as you want, I mean my Aunt Raylene always said Curiosity killed the cat but if that was true cats would be all but extinct with my curious tendencies."

He let out a laugh.

"Well are you going to ask me a question or not."

"Tell me about yourself Nadine."

"About myself, why are you like some psycho serial killer because newsflash we just had one of those about a year ago."

"I heard all about the Text Message Killer," he said thinking about the psycho who killed his beloved Emily even though she wasn't truly his he would always love her.

"Yea well he killed a woman who was close to a guy I know and I don't know what he'd do if he lost me this close to the anniversary and I'm rambling."

"No, no your not, so tell me about this guy."

"Nikolas, well...there is nothing to tell really. I mean he finally takes me to bed after telling me repeatedly he likes me like a sister then I flake and well..."

"Well."

"I don't know Dr. Phil, maybe I blew any chances I had with him."

"And maybe he isn't the one you're supposed to be with in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean are there any other men in your life now."

"Men, there are tons of men. There is Dr. Drake though he's more of my superior and he's engaged and...rambling sorry..."

"Forgiven."

"Then there is Spinelli but he's just a friend...then there is Dr. Hunter..Well Matt he is just so infuriating."

"But I sense there might be some kind of sparks with you two."

"Yes, no, I don't know."

"That's what I thought."

"What did you think?"

"That you don't like that Prince of yours you've fallen for the Doctor."

"Wait a second I never said Nikolas was a Prince."

"Well you did say the guy lost his beloved to the Text Message Killer and as far as I know Leticia and Georgie weren't romantically entangled."

Nadine just nodded as they pulled up in front of the bar.

"So, this is your stop."

He nodded.

"Do you want me to come in and join you for a little night cap."

"As much as I'd love to by you a drink Nadine I actually was planning to crash in my room upstairs."

Nadine nodded and watched him exit the car vanishing as mysteriously as he arrived.

She blinked a few times thinking she needed to head home and take a long nap and fast.

Turning the car back toward the road she began to drive back in the direction of her apartment.

"Great," she thought as the rain began to start again.

She flipped on the radio to some oldies station and rolled her eyes before settling on some mix station where a Maroon 5 song was playing. Humming along to the words she continued en route to her apartment when she noticed her gas was at E.

"This can't be happening," she thought pulling into the breakdown lane across from the Port Charles Cemetery hoping the rain could let up soon so she could walk to the gas station a few miles down the road. It was then a pair of headlights caught her eye and a car pulled over.

"Nadine," the familiar voice of Matt Hunter said, "are you alright."

She smiled and looked into his eyes thinking that Zander might be right, that she liked the doctor and not the prince.

"I'm fine it's just this stupid car thinks it's fun to give me a hard time."

"What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, I'm out of gas."

He smiled.

"Well then your in luck that I showed up," he told her as he held up an empty gas can and told her he'd head to the gas station to get her some gas and would be right back.

Nodding at him and thanking him she made her way back to the car but not before something caught her eyes as Matt's Headlights pulled away.

It was the name on the grave looking back at her from the grave yard...ZANDER SMITH. A chill ran down her spine as she blinked to make sure her mind wasn't plating tricks on her. Nope...ZANDER SMITH plain as day. Well she had heard of divine intervention but she never thought it could happen to her.

"You're still in the rain," Matt said pulling back up to the side of the road with the gas can.

It was then Nadine became her impulsive self and pulled her colleague into a kiss right then and there without another thought in her mind not wanting to forgive him when she pulled back.

"It's about time," Matt said as she looked at him quizzically, "nothing, now let me get your car fixed up."

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The End