Patrick made his way down the freshly painted walls of his newly purchased house. The smell of the new paint made him feel more at home; like this was truly his house, not just some rented apartment. Pictures of him and Robin cluttered the walls; pictures from before their wedding, pictures from the day itself, and a couple from the honeymoon. As he drank it all in, he realized he was truly grateful for his life. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by a sound he was just now getting used to. A small set of lungs it was, but the cry filled the house.

"I think someone wants her daddy."

On the opposite end of the hallway, all was dark but the illumination around Robin, sitting in a rocking chair, holding a small, pink bundle. The smile on her face was about the happiest Patrick had ever seen her. He swiftly made his across the hall, eager to hold his new daughter. However, the room began to grow eerie as the hallway began to stretch, longer and longer it grew, and Patrick had no idea why.

Suddenly, they were on the very street they were traveling on no less than 5 hours ago. Robin was in the front seat of a car, the baby clutched to her chest. Patrick was believed to be an innocent bystander, but was oddly enough glued to the sidewalk. As much as he tried to get to the vehicle, he couldn't budge. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, but there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming next.

Those horrifying lights were taunting him once again, as he heard the screams of not only his Robin, but his daughter.

"PATRICK!! PLEASE, HELP US!" she cried, as the lights came forward, closing in on the car.

"Robin…ROBIN!" The harder he fought to break free from the sidewalk, the more distant they grew from him, and he couldn't bear to lose the two of them. A pair of beady yellow lights flashed in his direction, and he was soon blinded by them. He could not longer see the car, and the last sounds he heard were the squeal of the tires, followed by the screams of him family.

"NO!" they both screamed as they popped up from the bed.

Staring into the darkness, they both realized that what had just occurred, in reality, hadn't. Their heads turned to face each other, and Robin immediately slunk her head into his chest and began sobbing.

"It was only a dream, Robin," he whispered, trying to convince himself of the fact. "Only a dream…"

He stroked her head until her body went limp, signaling that she had fallen back asleep. He laid back down and stared up at the ceiling until his beeper went off.

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"Robin…Robin, wake up!" a frustrated Patrick said as he pulled his socks on.

"Mmm...fve mre mntes…" Robin mumbled into her pillow.

"We don't have five more minutes, so I suggest you get up now before I have to drag you out of that bed!"

"Ugg…what's the problem this time?" Robin replied as she attempted to lift her tired head from the pillow.

"HIV patient, pregnant, head injury, air go, they need us at the hospital stat."

"Oh, well then…ok," was all she could muster. She knew that could very well be her in that hospital bed, and the sooner she found out the truth, the better.

"LET'S GO!" Patrick yelled, grabbing his car keys off the hook by the door. Faster than she ever had, Robin threw on a pair of black pants, a white blouse and her black heels, put her hair up into a somewhat messy bun, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door. On her way there, however, she stopped in the kitchen, and slowly began to pick up the towel to uncover her pregnancy test.

"Well, this is it," she mumbled.

"Robin, let's GO!" he yelled as he peeked back in the door to make sure she hadn't gone back to bed.

"COMING!" she replied. She carefully wrapped up the stick in the towel, threw it in her purse and took off towards the elevator.

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"You know, none of this was my fault."

The voice came from a 15 year old girl lying in the hospital bed. Under her bandages, you could tell that she had soft brown hair. Her eyes were also a deep brown, and the more Patrick looked at her, the more she reminded him of Robin.

"Let's go over this again then, shall we? Hayley, you're HIV Positive, and while knowing all this, you manage to get pregnant by your boyfriend, all while still in high school. After finding all this out, you two decide to run away together, and what's to come out of that but a car crash, leaving him dead and you in the ICU. Hell, you're lucky that baby's still alive," said a once again annoyed Patrick.

"Uhh…fine. Guess you're not gonna be spared the details then, huh?" said Hayley. "First of all buddy, I was born with HIV, so that one's not my fault. Second of all, it was his ex girlfriend who gave him the damaged condom, not me, so again, not my fault. And thirdly-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me that it's not your fault that you got pregnant because you were just the one begging him for it, not the one providing the faulty condom. Fine, fine. Go on," Patrick replied, becoming so aggravated that he was giving himself a headache.

"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by Dr. Know-It-All here, thirdly, it was my parents who drove him away from the house. My dad didn't want him involved in the first place, so when he wanted so little as to help decide on a color for the baby's room, my dad snapped, and they ended up fighting for over 2 hours. After what my parents would call a "creative discussion," we decided to pack up every baby thing my parents had bought, throw it into the back of his dad's pick-up, and head to Port Charles to live with my sister. As you can see, that didn't end up happening. Hell, I don't even know her name; just that she lives here, so that wasn't going to happen in the first place. Anyway, we were driving along the highway, it was raining, he lost control of the wheel, and we ended up crashing into a pole. His body, well…if you want the full-on, go check the morgue. But he was the one with the pole splitting down the middle of his head, so I guess I'm pretty lucky. All I got were some bits of glass stuck in my head. I've had worse…Before I told the whole world I was pregnant, I didn't know what to do. I thought he was going to run scared, but I guess he proved me wrong. He stuck around, even when my dad wasn't going to let him. He was the only guy who ever cared enough to stick around. Now, I don't really know what I'm gonna do without him."

Tears began streaming down her face as she recalled her previous occurrences. As he looked from face to face, Patrick noticed Robin beginning to cry to. He wasn't able to ask her why before she took off out of the room.

This girl is practically living my life. I'm getting the hell out of here!

But she didn't get much farther than the nurses' station before she was greeted by an angry-faced Epiphany, dangling Robin's purse in one hand and the cruddy rolled up towel in the other.

"Dr. Scorpio, how many times have I told you and that boneheaded boyfriend of yours to stop using my supply closets?! You see where that's gotten you? Now, I respected your privacy by not checking the results, and by the look on your face, you don't know them either, so I suggest you take my advice: Go to the privacy of that supply closet and check the results before you go insane trying to guess them."

"Epiphany…I-"

"NO…GO!" she exclaimed, pointing at the door of the supply closet across the hall.

"But-"

"NOW, Dr. Scorpio, before I check them for you and broadcast them on the 6 o'clock news!"

With a confused, yet saddened look on her face, Robin slowly made her way over to the door. She could finally find out the truth without having any interruptions. She slowly opened the door, walked in, and was instantly hit with a number of fumes from the cleaning supplies. With a hand clasped firmly over her face, she mumbled into the nonreplying air, "Let's get this over with."

"1…2…3."

With that, she threw the towel off to reveal an upside down facing little blue stick.

"Jesus Christ, could this get any worse?!"

With her eyes firmly closed, she turned the stick over. Rubbing her thumb over the logo, she knew she was on the right side. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes, realizing that she couldn't see due to the dull lighting in the cramped closet. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she looked down at the stick.

"DAMN IT!" she shouted as she kicked her foot out. Looking up, she realized she had kicked over a bottle of ammonia. But she didn't care. She let her body slink down the wall, as she was now sitting on the floor of the cramped closet. She let herself cry a little before regaining her composure, enough to notice that she was now sitting in a puddle of ammonia, obviously from the bottle she had just kicked over.

As her sobbing began to dwindle down, she noticed the room beginning to spin. Was it her, or were those fumes beginning to grow stronger? In an instant, her world went black.

"Dr. Scorpio? I highly doubt you need much longer than that, now get out of my closet before I come in there and drag you out."

…

When there was no response, she began to get worried, and started banging on the door.

"Dr. Scorpio, I said come outta there now!"

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"Alright, I'm comin' in then!"

Epiphany opened the door, and crashing to her feet was a small, fragile body, face as white as a ghost, with a positive pregnancy test in her hands.

Credit for helping me with the Epiphany idea goes to Jude iamjude and Mytney. 