A/N: As I said before, I had some time to write the next couple of chapters and all I had to do was type them up. So here I am, with the next typed update. Normally I would wait but I'm pretty excited about this chapter and I think you guys will know why when you read. :D But as always, I know I keep saying it but thank you guys for your amazing feedback. I'm so glad you all enjoyed the last chapter. I was pretty happy with how it came out and I am even happier with the response I got from it. So thank you guys a million times infinity for all of your amazing feedback. Yall are the best!

Summary: Robin and Patrick are the happiest they have ever been and falling more and more in love everyday. What happens when Robin's life is threatened and someone close to the both of them is at fault? How will Patrick cope and where will they go from here?

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Unexpected Betrayal

Chapter Twelve: The Impossible is Always Possible

"I-uh- I know that this situation hasn't been easy on you…" Patrick spoke now that he and Noah were seated at a table in the hospital cafeteria over a cup of coffee after their scene in the hallway.

Noah interrupted him, "This isn't about me."

"Just let me finish." Patrick stated firmly. It wasn't often that he told how he was feeling, at least not to his father. "Robin is just as important to you as she is to the rest of us and I know this situation hasn't been any easier on you. Especially with the added pressure of being there for me." He took a deep breathe, his attention shifting to the coffee in his hands. "I just wanted to thank you for being here for me through all of this mess, it really means a lot. It would mean a lot to Robin."

Noah nodded shyly, silently thanking the woman in the hospital bed a few floors up for giving him another shot to make things right with his son. "You're my son and I know how much Robin means to you…" Noah moved uncomfortably in his chair, moving so he was leaning closer to the table. "Patrick…" He was interrupted by a female's English accent.

"Excuse me," Anna smiled down at both the young and Drakes, "would it be okay is I sat with young Patrick here?"

Noah glanced at his son for a moment, his stomach tightening. "Sure." He agreed when Patrick gave a slight nod. He sat for a moment, watching the man in front of him, he seemed to be lost in thought and then suddenly he stood, holding out the chair for Anna to take his place. He placed a gently hand on Patrick's shoulder before smiling at Robin's mother once more, and walked away.

"It seems things are better between you and your father." Anna commented and smiled at the surprised look on Patrick's face. "What? Did you think my daughter would risk her career and not tell me the details?"

Patrick shrugged, "I guess the two of you talked more that I thought." He looked a little worried.

"Yes, my daughter and I talk quite often." She noticed that he spoke in the past tense. "She tells me almost anything." She smiled sweetly not overlooking the nervous fidgeting of the man across from her. Oh yes, Dr. Drake. I know an awful lot about your relationship with my daughter. But as much as I know about your relationship, I know very little about you. Well, besides the obvious… surgeon, cocky, gorgeous beyond belief. You know?"

Patrick didn't even crack a smile. "Well, why didn't you have your people check me out? You could find out anything that you want to know…"

"My people?"

"Yes, your people."

She smiled. Apparently, Robin had told him a few things about her as well. "Robin made me promise not to." She said truthfully. "And now seems like a good time to get to know you a little better."

"Why now?" He asked coldly. He felt himself pulling away from everyone and everything. He was doing what he always did, trying to hide his emotions. Trying to act like none of it affected him. "Why do you want to get to know me better now when your daughter is lying in a hospital bed upstairs?"

She watched him for a moment, noticing the iciness in his demeanor. She knew he was only protecting himself, putting up his defenses. "So you don't forget what you're fighting for." She said softly, her gaze locking with Patrick's. "She hasn't left us yet Patrick. You can't give up on her just yet."

He was suddenly paying extra close attention to the now coffee in his paper cup. "What do you want to know?" He asked so quietly she barely heard him.

Anna sat back in her seat, feeling some what like she had accomplished something. "Well, for starters, what made you want to be a surgeon?" She would start off simple.

"My dad." He played with the cup as he replied. "When I was little, I remember seeing him come in from a long day at the hospital and my mom was waiting there for him. We would all sit down at the table and he would tell us all about his day, even though we didn't know what some of the things were, we always listened. He always talked about his saves, never about the patients he had lost." He finally looked at her. "When I was little I thought he saved everyone. I never knew that he lost some… It wasn't until I was a little older that I realized you couldn't save everyone." His voiced trailed off sadly before continuing, "But I think my mom had my career picked out for me since before I was born."

"It sounds like you had a good childhood."

He nodded, "The best. And my mom…" He paused for a minute as if trying to think of what to say. "She was so strong; all the way to the end. And she was so proud of both me and my dad. I think that's a part of the reason she wanted him to perform her surgery; in her eyes he could do no wrong." He stopped speaking, his eyes glazed over, lost in memories. "Robin reminds me of her a lot." He shook his head coming back to reality. "She was so stubborn, never took 'no' for an answer. And so independent. Even when, even when the tumor had grown and she was sick all of the time, she insisted on making us dinner and doing our laundry. She said it made her feel better… and we never argued with her. Never." He smiled sadly once again. He rarely ever talked about his mother. "I just wish she had been given the chance to meet Robin and Robin cold have met her."

"Well it's obvious just by hearing you talk about her, that you loved each other very much and she was a great lady."

"We were a really close family. We always had these large family get- togethers and for some of the silliest reasons. We used to go to my grandma's house once month and have one large birthday part for everyone in the family whose birthday happened to fall in that month. My family still does now… it's kind of a tradition." He hadn't thought about some of these things in such a long time. "And on Christmas', since my grandparents lived in the country, the local fire department would have someone dress up as Santa and he would ride around town seeing the little kids and passing out candy canes. I remember many Christmas' waiting by the road for Santa."

"That must have been really nice." Anna smiled, speaking softly. She only wished that she could have offered those things to Robin growing up.

"I'm sorry," Patrick blushed slightly, "You didn't want to hear all of that."

"Oh no, I love it." She reassured him. "I wish that Robin had memories like that. I know she had a nice childhood and she never admit it, but I know she resents the fact that I wasn't there for all of those years. I missed all of the important things like her Sweet Sixteen and her prom. We can't ever get those times back."

Patrick shook his head, disagreeing. "She doesn't resent you. There are times that she wishes you could have been there but she understands why you weren't there."

She smiled, "That's what Robin says."

As the conversation shifted back to their favorite topic, Patrick came crashing back down to reality. They were sitting in the hospital cafeteria because she was lying upstairs. They weren't at her apartment late one night laughing over photo albums and they weren't at his apartment sharing a glass of wine after dinner. But most importantly, Robin wasn't there with them.

Noticing his attitude shift, Anna spoke softly. "Robin is strong, which I'm sure you already know this. A few months again, if this had happened, she wouldn't have had anything to live for. Or at least that's what she thought. Don't get me wrong, I know she loves her family but somewhere a long the lines, family wasn't enough for her anymore." She paused, gauging his reaction. "Robin had had love twice in her life and she knew she wanted it again, but she also knew that the chances of finding it again were slim because of her HIV. Anyway, she didn't have anything in her life that truly meant anything to her except her job and her family.

"What I am trying to say is that she isn't fighting to come back to us. She is holding on to come back to you." She placed a gentle hand on his. "For the first time in a really long time, I have heard the happiness ad laughter in her voice. She has told me what a great man you are and sitting here listening to you; I know she has made a good decision." She paused for a brief moment. "I know this is a tough situation and I know how disappointing it is to sit at her side everyday, feeling like you aren't helping her in any way. But you are. You are."

Patrick nodded, suddenly shy. "Thank you, I really needed to hear that." He squeezed the hand that still lay on top of his.

They stood sharing another hug, Anna wiping away a few tears as they pulled apart. "But don't forget what I do for a living. I have my people…" He rolled his eyes and she laughed. "Take care of her." He nodded, looking at the floor for a moment. "We'll have to do this again some time. I want to know about that arrest when you were seventeen…"

"How did you…" He smiled knowingly. "You had me checked out!"

Anna shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Dr. Patrick Drake and Anna Devane come to the fourth floor nurses station; Dr. Patrick Drake and Anna Devane."

All laughter aside, could this be the moment they were waiting for? Robin… They practically ran from the cafeteria thinking the same thing. Maybe she finally woke up? Or maybe it wasn't good news? Their minds raced with the different possibilities, hoping they weren't getting their hopes up. Hoping they were headed to good news and not bad.

But neither one were prepared for the sight before them when the metal doors slid open.

"Dr. Noah Drake, you are under arrest for the hit-and- run of Robin Scorpio…"

Rushing to his father's side, Patrick asked frantically, "What's going on? Mac, why are you arresting my father?" His eyes moved from each of the cops to the cuffs on his father's wrists. No one paying the slightest bit of attention to the crowd that surrounded them now.

Mac looked at the man and stated coolly, "We have reason to believe it was your father who hit Robin."

"Well you have to be wrong. You know my dad loves robin just as much as the rest of us." He was grasping for anything. "He would never do this and you know it."

"Patrick, son, calm down."

"Calm down? Dad, they are arresting you for hitting Robin! And it's not true!" Patrick turned to Mac angrily, "Why are you doing this? You don't like me so you try and pin this on my father? You can't do this!" He was angry because this was some sort of mistake. Angry because Mac didn't see it. Angry because now, more than ever, he needed his father and they were taking him away.

"Patrick… Patrick…" Noah tried to gain his son's attention, tears forming in his eyes. "Patrick, Mac is right. I was the one who hit Robin."