A/N: I have missed you guys! We've been having some computer and internet problems, but it feels great to be back! But there is good news, I have the next couple of chapter typed up and just waiting to be posted! Isn't that exciting:lol: But anyway, you guys always make me smile! I love that you are all still in denial. :D I know these last few chapters have been pretty emotional and I hate to say it, but things aren't going to get better just yet. Sorry… Please don't hate me! But anyway, as I say every chapter thank you guys for the awesome feedback! You guys truly 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 Fifteen: Biggest Regret

She walked through the door quietly and practically tip- toed to her side, as if not to disturb her. But in reality that is exactly what she wanted to do. She wanted to slam doors, bang pots and pans, scream, anything that could possibly get her to wake up. This wasn't her best friend laying there, her little sister.

She sat for a moment, staring at her. She would have hated all of this attention, everyone hovering over her. "There are other patients who need the care," she would say. She always did anything that she could for others and often saving herself for last. That was one of the reasons that she had been so excited when she heard of her growing relationship with Patrick. She heard the fire and the flair in her voice when they talked on the phone. She heard the smile, the happiness, the fun.

"Why didn't you tell me Patrick was so cute?" She finally spoke, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I mean, I saw the picture but it did no justice. And he is completely and totally in love with you." She went an extra step and placed a soft hand on hers. "You better watch out, I just might have to take him and have a little fun with him myself."

She soon fell silent again. This wasn't a conversation on the telephone and this certainly wasn't how she imagined seeing her best friend in person again. She couldn't roll her eyes at her latest silly story or give her grown up advice that she always seemed to need. And that was her job.

"You know Rob; I really don't know what to say to you right now. You're always the level headed one, you tell me what to do not the other way around." Her gaze fell to her hands that rest in her lap, "You know, I met this really hot guy on the airplane. He had the most gorgeous eyes and his smile… he had the whitest teeth I think I have ever seen. Although, he had the boy band hair and dressed like he just stepped out of a teeny bopper magazine…" She let her voice trail off. She rambled when she didn't know what else to say. "Look at this Robin, you have me speechless. Bet you never thought that would happen."

Once again, she let the silence overtake her, tears suddenly threatening to fall, the situation starting to get the best of her. "Okay look, I don't get emotional like this often so you better listen up. I'm not going to repeat a single word." She grabbed her hand strongly this time, leaning forward and moving the hair off of her forehead, "You have to fight this, whatever this is. Listen to my voice, walk away from the light, anything. But you have to wake up. You are my little sister, you know? And I don't think I can find an adequate replacement. You have to fight not only for me but for your parents and for Mac. They all need you so much. And Patrick…he needs you more than ever right now." She took a deep breathe, her eyes flowing over her form. "And you have to be there when I interrogate him about his intentions; it's a best friend's job after all."

Her eyes watched her motionless face, wishing for anything. "There is something that I have to do, but I will be back. I promise. Now can you make me a promise? Can you promise me that you'll fight and come back to us? Can you promise me that?" She waited for some kind of sign. Anything.

But there was nothing.

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"What are you thinking about?" She whispered in his ear and giggled when he jumped in surprise. "What's got you so far away from reality?"

He pulled her around in front of him, pulling her down into his lap and placing his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent that was now mixed with his.

"Hey, what is it?" She pulled away from him and played with the hair that lay on his forehead.

He looked off in the distance, watching the sunrise. "Today is the day my mom died." He choked out. "I completely forgot about it until I got up to get a glass of water and I saw the calendar on the refrigerator."

"That explains Noah's mood this week." He nodded. "Forgetting doesn't mean that you don't still think about her or that you don't love her. Of the 365 days in a year, I'm certain you think of her at least once on over half of those days." She hoped she was saying something that would comfort him. It was only when he talked about his mom that she felt like she could actually help him instead of the other way around. And for so long, he kept his feelings locked within himself and she knew what it was like to lose someone you love. Although, she still wasn't over her own loss completely, she was farther along in dealing with it than he was. "She knew how much you loved her Patrick and she loved you."

He nodded, "But that doesn't make the pain disappear. It doesn't help the pain I get in the pit of my stomach when I see a picture of her."

"I noticed you don't have many pictures." She commented.

"For a long time it was too hard, the pain was too much to handle. Then when I finally felt I was ready to see her," he sighed, "I was too angry at my dad to look at our happy times together. I thought he was too big of a hypocrite."

"Well what is stopping you now?" Robin asked gently.

"I guess I just never thought about it. I just got used to not having them there. But I have a picture of her in my wallet. I always had it. Even right after she died, I carried it with me; I just didn't have it where I could see it."

Robin nodded in understanding but remained quiet for a few moments, her eyes also focusing on the sunrise. "It took quite awhile for me to put any picture of Stone out too. But it was different for me. It wasn't so much that they were painful to see but that I wanted to keep them close to me. Like they were our memories that we shared together and no else would understand the importance."

"You remind me of her a lot, you know? She would have really liked you, she would have loved you." She traced her chin with his thumb. "She was so strong and fought for everything she was passionate about, she never took 'no' for an answer." He smiled, "I think that's a large part of why I am so attracted to you. You don't put up with my crap and everything I give out, you give it back to me twice as hard."

"Well someone has to keep that ego of yours in check." She smiled and kissed his cheek before laying her head on his shoulder and focusing completely on the sunrise in the distance.

Now he sat in that very seat alone, beer in hand, watching the tiny town below him. In the distance he could see the docks and even slightly hear the water. He also saw the tall gray building, the hospital. On the other said of town he saw the police station. The two people he loved most in the world were in each of these places but he sat here. One building was for caging criminals, getting harmful people of the streets and the other was meant to help people, get them healthy, and maybe make their life better. Yet it was strange that both places were holding people captive at the moment. His father was locked behind bars for his mistake but why was Robin being help against her will? Why was she suffering when she did nothing wrong?

His attention shifted when he heard a soft knock on the door. He thought of ignoring it, thinking it was one of Robin's parents or maybe Mac. But he rose from his chair anyway, making his way through the living area, moving around the mess. The broken glass, pieces of broken wood…

"Yeah?" He asked as he pulled the door open surprised to see the brunette.

She barged through the door, "It's about time!" She stopped suddenly noticing the mess before her. "Did this make you feel better?"

He asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"Why didn't you come to the hospital today?"

"I was there last night." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed another beer, twisting the cap off the cold bottle.

She looked at him disbelieving, growing angrier and angrier. "You were there last night? Robin needs you all the time not just once…"

"I know what Robin needs!" He yelled. "And I have been at that damn hospital every single day since she went in there so don't come here and try to lecture me on her needs. I've been there."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? I would have been here sooner but I live on the other side of the ocean!" She screamed. "I got the first flight to Port Charles when I found out what happened, but it seems you were here throwing a temper tantrum." She made her way around the room paying close attention to each of the broken objects. "Is this what Robin would want you to do?" She asked, focusing on not stepping on anything. "Would she be proud of you and the mess you made?" He said nothing but walked to look out of the sliding glass door. "That's what I thought."

"What do you want Brenda?" He asked with a slightly annoyed tone in his voice.

"Wow, you do know who I am." She said sarcastically but grew serious fast. "I want to know what you are doing. I want to know what any of this is going to accomplish. Why destroy the home that you and Robin tried to make together? Why destroy the things that she touches everyday of her life?"

"Is there a point to any of this?"

"Okay fine, what I really want to know is you. I want to know the man that Robin knows, see what she sees in you. I want to get to know the shy, confident, romantic guy that Robin has told me so much about, the guy that Robin has fallen so in love with." She stood next to him now, her eyes following his to the cold, dreary looking building. You never would have thought that lives were saved in a place like that. "She would want you there Patrick and it's obvious that is where you want to be also."

"No, I don't want to be there." He turned to face her, fire and anger raging in his eyes. "I don't want to see what I did to her. I am the reason she is laying in that hospital! I am the reason she hasn't woke up in over a week!" The tears brimmed his eyes, "So I'm getting out before I can hurt her even more."

"Is this you trying to be noble?" Brenda watched as he walked away from the window. "Do you really think this is what Robin would want? Do you think you walking away from her will make any of this easier?"

"All I do is hurt her. I knew that was all that she could expect from me and I told her as much, but I was too stubborn to let her walk away. I couldn't lose her." His tear- filled eyes met hers, "If my walking away from her now, keeps her alive then that is what I will do. I will walk away."

"There is so much that I want to tell you, that I need to tell you. So much has happened this past week. Hell, in just the past few hours. And I know you don't realize that any of it has happened. That brings some sort of relief, knowing that you haven't been forced to be subjected to it all." He gripped her tiny hand in his own, his voice cracking.

"I miss you. I miss you so much and I love you. That's why I'm doing this. I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to remind you of all that has happened. And that's all that I can possibly do because it is my father who did this to you. I don't want you to see my father every time that you look at me…So I am doing what I should have done before any of this got too out of control." He loosened his grip on her hand, placing it gently at her side and rose to his feet. He looked at her beautiful face, so peaceful. So many nights he would lay beside her and watch her eyes flutter with dreams, watching as she took each breathe. He could get lost in simply watching her, lost in his happiness and in the pleasure he felt when being with her. It was like nothing he had experienced before.

Slowly he leaned forward and placed his lips gently on her forehead, pausing for a moment enjoying the feeling before pulling back. "I love you Robin." He whispered in her ear, "Goodbye."

She jerked him out of his thoughts when she asked, "Did she ever tell you about the trip we took together to Fiji?" She didn't even wait for his reply and just kept talking. "We met this group of American guys…"

"Is there going to be a point to this walk down memory lane?"

She glared at him and continued, "There was one guy who was more than interested in her. If she wanted to, she could have had him in our bedroom in less than the time it takes to say 'Tequila.'" He looked annoyed, waiting for the reasoning behind telling him the story. "I asked her later why she didn't go for it and just sleep with him. What happens is Fiji, stays in Fiji, you know? And she told me that she wasn't up for the one night stand. Here was this gorgeous woman in a foreign country who could have her choice of any man and she wanted nothing to do with any of it. She told me that she wanted love, she would only sleep with a man if she loved him." She smiled when the understanding flashed in Patrick's eyes. "That's why I knew that the 'agreement' the two of you came up with was bound to fail, but I heard the happiness in her voice when she talked about you. I heard the passion and the fire… What I am getting at, is that my best friend is completely and totally in love with you. You have her heart, body, and soul.

"When she wakes up she isn't going to ask for her parents or Mac, and certainly not me. She is going to be looking for you, she is going to want to see your face and be in your arms. Don't take that away from her. At the very least, give her a say as to what happens in the future. I know that things aren't all that bright right now but she is going to come out of this, she is. And she's going to need you to be there for her when she does open her eyes." She grabbed her purse, and stood in front of him. "I know you love her and I know that you aren't thinking with a level head right now. All I'm saying is think before you make any stupid decisions." She walked to the door and turned around once more. "Oh yeah, you hurt my sister and you'll regret it."