A/N: The note asks if the roses still bloom in the winter. This is in reference back to Chapter 62 of Trinity where Livvie found the rose bushes blooming when it was just barely Spring. I think you can guess by the names what the "boys" reply to each other.

Back to the real story of ADRT—not the one that the Awians were shown. ;) If you don't know what I'm talking about then don't worry—it was a joke scene I shared with them. Something that will never happen. I've gone too far to turn it all around just like that.

Until next time—ya'll are the best—PCGirl.

Lucy was pacing the area in front of Kevin's office waiting for him to get back, "Come on, Doc. Where are you?"

"Lucy?" he asked as he held a folder in his hands and walked towards her. He gave her a kiss before asking the inevitable question, "Is something wrong?"

"How can you ask that? Do I look like I'm ok? Do I look like I'm not about to lose it?" she asked quickly.

"Ok, let's get you into the office and sit down," he said as he unlocked the door and she went in. "Do you want me to get you some tea?"

"No. I can't drink at a time like this. Look what came in the mail today," she said as she handed over the letter. "I tried to act like it was nothing—I had Don go with me on a shopping trip to Wyndham's and though I bought this really cute outfit for Karen and Frank's wedding I still am uneasy. What if what she said isn't the truth? What if she really wants to come back and take her from us? I can't lose Christina, Doc. I don't have much family—and if I have to give her up again it'll kill me."

"Hey—hey. It's going to be ok," he said as he came over and pulled her into a hug.

"Jamal. Hey—what are you doing here?" smiled Alison as she watched him walk in the bakery. She came around and gave him a hug but when his arms didn't go around her she looked up and took notice of the look on his face, "Is something wrong?"

"Jack told me something earlier. He said yesterday you got robbed. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I—it was no big deal. The money was returned and nobody was hurt. The cops are looking into and when they find the person that did they'll pay. Besides—it was probably just some silly teenager looking for a good laugh."

"That's not the point," he said as he pushed her away and turned in a circle. "I thought we were making progress—to get back to where we were before. Was I wrong? Do I matter so little to you that you don't even tell me when something like this happens?"

"It's not like that Jamal—I just didn't want you to worry," she said as she tried to reach out to him but he moved.

"I'm sorry—but did I stop being your boyfriend? Because unless I did I don't see any reason that I'm not supposed to worry about you."

"Ok. I get it—I should have told you," she said as a regular customer walked in. "We'll talk later?"

"Yeah," he said quietly as he turned and left.

Caleb clicked the intercom off from his long teleconference and got up to walk around and stretch his legs. He turned at the knock on the door, "Come in."

"Caleb—an officer came by while you were in your meeting he left you this note," said his secretary as she passed it over and left.

He unfolded the note slowly and was surprised at the words on the small piece of paper.

A face . trandafir liniştit sînge în iarnă?

The question that had been on the edge of his thoughts were answered and he grinned at the question at hand while reaching for the phone and dialing the PCPD. "Hello. May I speak with Officer Rafe Kovich?"

He waited until he heard him speak on the other end and spoke. "Înăuntru răspuns la spre al tău întrebare. Da , roşu pentru Tara."

Rafe grinned at hearing the words, surprised that he understood it immediately, "Şi roz pentru Elena."

"Shall we meet later tonight? There's an overlook of the city. I think we have much to talk about," grinned Caleb.

"Sounds good. My shift is over in a couple of hours. I'll see you then," said Rafe.

"So you'll call her? And make sure she was telling the truth?"

"I'm sure she is—nothing is going to happen to Christina, ok?"

"Maybe you're right—maybe what she said was true—she just wanted us to know she got through everything."

"See. Like I said—I'll call her after I'm done with my next patient," he said as he kissed her lightly and went back into his office.

Chris walked from around the corner and stared at Kevin's door and then at Lucy walking away. He'd walked up to the conversation at the mention of Christina and his mind was turning as to what Lucy was all rattled by.

"Hey Ramsey," said Eve as she came up beside him and watched him jump. "Edgy there Chris or were you snooping your nose where it doesn't belong?"

"Huh? No—I just saw Lucy in a tizzy about something."

"Well, that's nothing new—she's normally upset about something," she laughed as they began walking together.

"It had to do with Christina—and making sure someone was telling the truth—," he said as his thoughts wandered off again.

"Okay. You know what you need Chris? A girlfriend. I mean if you had one then your spare time wouldn't be spent listening in on Kevin and Lucy's conversations," she grinned.

"Yeah, right," he said as he put down his file at the nurses station, signed himself out and walked off.

"What was that about?" asked Ian as he came up next to his wife.

"I have no clue. I think that was Chris—I gave him a good chance to take a jab at something I said and he didn't even look at the bait," she shot him a frown before breaking into a grin and kissing Ian.

She was walking on her way over to the Recovery Room to pick up dinner when she saw Livvie walking in also, "Livvie."

"Alison, hey. How was business today?" she asked, running her hair through her hair.

"Fine. Until Jamal came in—turns out Jack told him about my little robbery yesterday."

"I'm sorry. I don't think he'd ever had told him if—."

"If what Livvie?"

"I had lunch with Caleb today—Jack saw it and was getting jealous. I had to explain to him who he was before we went all spastic on the guy."

"Oh. So in order to cover your butt my relationship that's still trying to recover from last year and Hurricane Valerie has to take one for the gipper."

"Well, maybe you should have told Jamal the truth last night and you would have never been in this mess in the first place."

"Maybe if you hadn't slept around on Jack last summer he wouldn't have a reason to be wary of your random lunches with complete strangers." The words were out of Alison's mouth before she even thought them. "Livvie—I'm sorry—I didn't mean that."

"Like hell you didn't. I've apologized to everyone for my actions. There are some people that are so high on the Sainthood pedestal that anything they do they get forgiven for—I see that I'm not one of those people," she yelled before turning and walking off. Leaving Alison standing there trying to figure out where they all went wrong.

Jasmine sat on a park bench as she watched Rafe walk up the steps to the overlook—she'd just smiled and nodded as both him and Caleb walked up separately. She'd been waiting for this meeting for what seemed like forever—and it truly had been forever. She wanted to get closer to the conversation but was scared they'd see her and ask questions—so she just closed her eyes and imagined all the other conversations she knew that had happened before between the two of them—she was sure this one wouldn't be any different.

"I was wondering if you'd chickened out," said Caleb, not turning his back when he heard the footsteps behind him.

"Nope. Just had to finish up some paperwork at the station. So I guess now I know what my instincts were telling me yesterday."

"Instincts?" chuckled Caleb. "And here I just thought you were always a pain the ass."

"Why'd you come here? To Port Charles?"

Caleb shrugged, "I don't know. Something pulled me here—figured it'd be a good place to continue my business. Since I can't continue my plans like I had hoped."

"Like you had hoped?"

"It's not a myth—I've seen it for my own eyes. I saw the rose bushes you spoke of in your note even."

"You actually went to Daia," he grinned.

"Like you never have thought of seeing where you ancestry started—why when you hear the name Morley the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Don't tell me they didn't yesterday."

"Maybe they did," shrugged Rafe. "And what did you learn there?"

"I learned that there's nothing left. That because of the idiotic choice my namesake made that there are no more vampires and it's just a legend."

"I don't think it was idiotic at all—he made the right decision. Love is the greatest emotion known to man. It can make a man want to change his ways—it can destroy an empire. Look at what it did to the city of Troy."

"Another legend—though I doubt the story of the Morley-Kovich's and their end will ever compare to that."

"Depends on the people. Besides—it looks like Port Charles will be getting it's own version of the Morley-Kovich legacy because I don't see myself leaving this town anytime soon. Do you?"

"Nah. I'm kinda starting to like it here. The people—," he said he took a look at Rafe. "They take a bit to get to used to, but it's not too bad here."

"Then I guess we'll just have to live in the same space—destiny has intertwined our familes once again."

"Looks like it," said Caleb quietly.