Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's One Life to Live or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
~*The Palace Hotel*~
Marty arrived at the Palace Hotel to find her husband sitting in their room with a grumpy look upon his face. "Patrick, what is it?" Marty asked.
*Where have you been?* Patrick wrote on the dry erase board he had just recently purchased to help him communicate.
"I've been with Todd at the hospital. He's not been feeling well... and-," Marty began explaining.
Using hand gestures, Patrick let Marty know he had heard quite enough about Todd Manning. He erased his board with his sleeve and wrote: *Todd or me? You decide!*
"What? Patrick, you're giving me an ultimatum?" Marty exclaimed. "You can't make me chose. Todd NEEDS me right now!"
*I'm tired of coming in second-best,* Patrick wrote. *You spend all of your time with Todd and your other ex John.*
"Patrick, you just don't understand!" Marty tried explaining.
Once again Patrick made some wild hand gestures, letting Marty know just how disgusted he was with the whole situation. Then he grabbed the marker and wrote frantically. *It's over, Marty. Pack your bags and just get out.*
Tears filled Marty's eyes, because she knew Patrick meant it. He was kicking her out. But despite Patrick insisting she shouldn't spend time around Todd, Marty knew she couldn't desert him now. He truly needed her, and after all these years, her connection to Todd was still just as strong as ever.
"I'm sorry, Patrick. But I can't abandon Todd. I never could," Marty stated as she began packing up her belongings.
There was no response from Patrick who had dropped his marker down onto the dry- erase board in defeat. He had known it all along. Marty's heart belonged in Llanview with Todd Manning, not him. Patrick Thornhart was little more than a lonely, headless man.
~*Llanview Stables*~
After Marty had packed up and departed, Patrick left the hotel and went to the stables. He knew his friends the spotted ponies would understand his pain and devastation. Sadly, even a dry erase board wouldn't help Patrick communicate with his friends the horses although Patrick had brought it along with him. He was standing in the stables, stroking his favorite horse Patches when he sensed someone had entered the building.
"Patrick?" a familiar voice called out.
Patrick would have smiled if he had a head when he recognized it was Blair who had approached him. He turned to her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.
"Ohhh Patrick, it IS you!" Blair exclaimed. "I would have recognized that hot, sexy body of yours anywhere!"
Patrick was inwardly pleased when he heard Blair praising his attractive body. He took her hand in his, moving it downwards toward his stirring love-muscle. Already he was sporting a partial hard-on from Blair's presence.
"I think I know what you want..." Blair said with a smirk. "But isn't Marty fulfilling your needs?"
Patrick made the thumbs-down sign. "Ohhh that's terrible!" Blair gasped. "And you're such a virile man!"
"I don't even care if you have head, Patrick. I still want to fuck you... and I would if you let me!" Blair stated.
If Patrick had a tongue, he would have been panting right about then. He really wanted Blair. He reached out and fondled her breast.
"Where would you like to fuck, Patrick? In a stall full of fresh straw? Or would you rather do it on horse-back? That might be fun, too."
Patrick didn't care. He just wanted to get laid. His cock was rock-hard, and he couldn't wait to thrust it deep inside Blair. No words would even be necessary. He started ripping Blair's clothes off as she continued talking.
"Ohhh Patrick... I LOVE it when you are forceful!" Blair cried out as Patrick lifted her up in his arms and carried her off toward an empty stall where he could have his way with her.
~*Llanview Police Station*~
After a wild and pleasurable time with Patrick at the stables, Blair showed up at the police station, looking for John. He glanced up from his stack of papers to see her standing there. "Hey, Blair. What's up?" he asked.
She closed the door of his office and sat down on the edge of John's desk. She gave him a provacative look as she showed off a lot of leg by inching up her short, tight skirt.
"I've been thinking about your sperm, John," Blair said as she licked her lips.
"My what?" John asked as he nearly fell out of his chair.
"Well, you're the one who got me thinking all about it... telling me how you impregnated Todd with it... and how powerful it is. Now I want some," she told him. "I need you to give me a sample."
John was staring at her, very much intrigued. He hadn't had a women in weeks, and he was desperately horny. And here Blair was, offering herself. How could he refuse?
"Where would you like me to put it?" he asked.
"How much do you have? Because I want a little bit of it ALL OVER," Blair said to him in a sexy voice.
John knew he should be concentrating on capturing Irene, finding David and Dorian's missing twins, decoding the disc, finding Patrick's missing head, stopping the rampage of the murdering porcupine, and finding a missing Addie Cramer, but first he must give Blair his sperm.
He stood, reaching for Blair. He bent her over the back of his chair, raising her skirt. "You're really gonna like this, Blair," he said as he unfastened his pants and released his throbbing demon. Blair only answered in moans and gasps as he gave her exactly what she had been wanting.
~*John McBain's Apartment*~
Marty walked into John's, carrying her bags. "Ohhh it's just you, Marty. I thought it was my baby-daddy coming home," Todd said a bit sarcastically. "He's always at work... while I sit here barefoot and pregnant."
She saw him sitting on the couch, lounging in a pair of sweats and eating an extremely huge sandwich. She set down her bags and had a seat next to him. "What's up with all the baggage?" he asked her. "Did your headless husband kick you out?"
"You could say that," Marty said with a heavy sigh as she watched Todd devouring his sandwich.
"Slow down, Todd," she warned him. "You'll puke again. You should let me make you some soup."
"Soup is for wimps. I'm eating for two you know."
"Yes, although I can hardly believe it."
"Why did the hairy ape throw you out?" Todd asked.
"He says I spend too much time with you. At least that's what he wrote on his dry-erase board. He told me, I had to chose: you or him."
"And I won?" Todd asked, looking quite pleased about it.
"Yes- I must be out of my mind," answered Marty. "But I just can't desert you now, Todd. You need me."
Todd set his sandwich aside as he took Marty's hand in his, pressing it to his stomach. "Will you hold my hand while I give birth?" he asked her.
Marty nodded. "Good, and it better be a freakin c-section, because this kid isn't getting out of there any other way!" exclaimed Todd.
Marty couldn't help the half-smile that came to her face when she heard Todd's words. "Well, this isn't exactly a normal pregnancy in any way, shape or form, so I have a feeling it won't be long at all before the baby arrives."
"Will I lose my figure?" Todd asked. "Because I feel bloated."
"Ohhh Todd," she said as she just shook her head and tried not to laugh.
"You'll be alright... and I will be there with you, no matter what," Marty promised him.
