The cabin.

That is where Patrick had planned to take Robin that night; back to the cabin. His original plan was to take her there for a romantic dinner, propose to her, and relive their last happenings there. Seeing as that obviously wasn't going to happen, he had to figure out something else for them to do, and he needed to think fast. And that's when it hit him. Nikolas.

"Hey, babe, I'm gonna stop and fill up the tank before we hit the road again, k?"

"Yea, that's fine," Robin said, automatically glancing over at the gas tank. To her surprise, it was three-quarters full. She began to feel suspicious about Patrick's whereabouts, but decided that, come morning when she could finally look at that test, this could be her last night of freedom. Plus, if she confronted him, it would only make her look hypocritical when he discovered her secret. She'd decided she'd have fun first and ask questions later.

Patrick pulled up to the nearest BP Station, put a 20 in, and pulled out his cell phone.

"Cassadine? Ok, DON'T TALK, just listen; I'll give you the details later. I need you to go to my apartment and set up a…a "scene" for Robin and me. You're rich, so I'm not really worried about giving you money, but don't go too cheap, and don't go too cheesy. Just something…oh, I don't know…just make it something to impress her, ok? There's a spare key taped to the top of the door frame, use that to get in, just get out before we get back."

"And that would be how long?"

"How's 20 minutes sound?"

"20 MINUTES?! You can't be serious. You gotta give me more time than that!" Nikolas was getting frustrated, and Patrick could hear it in his voice. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn't just drive around Port Charles for hours on end, hoping Robin wouldn't notice.

"Uhh, fine, how's a half hour then?"

"Well, I'll do my best man, but it's not gonna be as extravagant as you're hoping for."

"Fine, fine, I don't care, just something that'll work for the night. We had to change our plans and…hell, I'll tell you later."

"Fine…see you in thirty."

With the click of his cell, Patrick made his way back into the car, just as Robin was twisting the cap back onto her pale pink lip gloss.

"So...are we good to go?"

"You bet we are, babe. Let's hit the road."

"So, is there any special occasion to tonight's festivities?" She asked as he began to buckle his seat belt.

Robin had been anticipating a proposal for awhile now, but couldn't exactly see it happening tonight. As much as she hoped and longed for one, she knew with all that happened tonight that it wasn't the right time. Still, if he did, she wouldn't hesitate to say yes.

"What? Now I have to have a reason to spend time with the woman I love?"

"Not at all," she said, as she leaned in to kiss him before he put the key back in the ignition.

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"Wait. Patrick, why does this road seem oddly familiar to the one that takes us back to the apartment?"

Damn. He'd been caught. After all that hard work spent trying to create back roads, she was still too smart for him. He'd just have to tell her the truth.

HaHa.

Hell no.

She was getting fed up with his silence.

"Patrick, tell me the truth. Are you taking me home, like I distinctively asked you not to do?"

"Well…" he said, as he pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

"NO! I told you I was fine to go back out tonight! Patrick Drake, you turn this car around right now!"She was about ready to bite his head off when he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face her.

"Listen, Robin, just trust me on this on, ok?"

"TRUST YOU?! You said you were going to take me back out, and you LIED! I'm not getting out of this car!"

"There you go being stubborn again," Patrick said trying to hide the smile that was slowly spreading across his face, as was Robin.

"Fine, but you're going to have to drag me out."

"Well, lil' missy, that can be arranged."

He got out of the car, went around to the passenger side of the car, and opened it, finding exactly what he had expected: A petite body with her arms crossed and her brown eyes cold, staring back up at him, refusing him access to the seatbelt.

"You know, you'd make this a lot easier on the both of us if you would just be a big girl and get out of there by yourself," he teased her.

"Well, you're not making this any easier by MOCKING ME, now are you?" she said, that icy stare never leaving her face.

"Fine," he said, "guess we'll just have to do this the hard way, now won't we?"

And with that, he leaned over and began to kiss her, long enough for her to forget that they were fighting and put her arms around his neck, giving him access to the clasp on the seat belt.

"Ha…gotcha," he said, as he picked her up out of her seat and placed her on the ground next to him.

"GRR…Well it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder to get me to move from this spot then from the car," she said, being to feel irritated. "The kissing's not gonna work this time, buddy boy, so I suggest you just leave me here, or take me back out."

"Robin, I'd gladly leave you here," he said jokingly, her face dropping into a scowl as he did so, "but it's starting to rain, and I'd really hate for me to be the blame of you getting pneumonia, so why don't you just come into the apartment, and we can stop this right now," he said as the rain started lightly falling on their faces.

The look on her face said "not a chance in hell," so he did the alternative: he prompted to drag her.

"Who the HELL do you think you are?!" she half screamed, as he grabbed her arm and attempted to haul her across the pavement.

"Well, you weren't cooperating, so I figured I'd take proper action."

"UGG! You know what?! I'll come!" she started out, as he took her hand and led her inside the building, towards to elevator. "But it's not because of your 'persuasion', it's because if you dragged me, I'd either A: trip, and fall flat on my face, or 2: break these shoes, and I'm really not in the mood for either right now-"

"Jesus Christ! Am I going to have to do this every time you won't shut up?!" he said, placing a soft kiss on her lips. The elevator door closed, and by the time they reached their designated floor, they were so caught up in the moment that Robin almost forgot that she was pissed at him.

ALMOST forgot.

Until the door opened and he went to lead her to the room.

"Uh, uh. No you don't. You've gotten me this far, but you're not getting me much farther than this," she said, crossing her arms again, and attempting to regain that icy stare she had on her face only 5 minutes before. But how is that possible when you have a man like Patrick Drake standing in front of you, holding the door to your apartment open. She couldn't hold out for long before she was scooped up into his arms and whisked into the room. She kissed him once again, but only briefly, for he stopped, and stared in amazement at the setting before them.

The couch was draped with a red blanket, as was the coffee table, which was topped with a chocolate cake and a bottle of wine--their favorite. The lights were dimmed, and there was soft music playing in the background. And, as Emily's touch, there were flower petals scattered about the front entranceway.

"Wow…Cassadine really did a number on this place," Patrick mumbled under his breath.

Completely ignoring the dessert, the headed right for the couch.

All else happened behind closed doors.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The next morning, Robin awoke, in a gray cotton t-shirt belonging to Patrick, expecting to find him next to her. When he wasn't there, she began to get a little worried. She made her way out of the bed, pulled on her robe and slippers and walked into the kitchen, seeing the sight she feared she might've found. Sitting in front of her at the kitchen table, was a grungy looking Patrick, one hand on his head, one firmly clutched around a little blue stick. She thought she was going to fall apart right then and there.

"So…when were you planning to tell me?"

Oh.

Shit.