A/N: This chapter was meant to be longer and I have no idea how it got so short. My apologies. I be lying if I wasn't drunk when i wrote the second half of this chapter. So if it's bad, I'll edit it when I get the chance. Still, I hope you'll enjoy.

Chapter 12

"So I know you have questions and everything." Destiny openning her hotel room, fumbling with her card. "So I'm letting you have an opportunity to ask away." She finally gets the card in and opens her door. She looks back at Spinelli with a slightly drunken smile and all he could do was nervously smile back. She walks in and flick on the light switch, thanking God the room was clean. She looks around the room for something and smiles wider when she spots it. She struts over to the mini bar and pulls out mini bottles of tequila. Might as well keep the party goin'. She turns around and tosses one to Spinelli. "Think fast." He stumbles but actually catches it. "Nice."

Spinelli opens the bottle. "I believe you're supposed to say the phrase before you toss." He takes a sip, letting his nervousness ease down.

Destiny playfully rolls her eyes at him. "So Spinelli, what is your first question?"

Spinelli clears his throat a little. "Well, for the The Blonde One's safety, does she know of your true identity?"

Her heart drops. She was hoping that they would build up to those questions, and she was sure who the hell The Blonde One was, but she had a pretty good idea. "If by The Blonde One, you mean Lulu Spencer, then no. None of the Quatermaines know that I was raised by a Ruiz, let alone run the Ruiz organization." Eventhough she has a feeling Spinelli wouldn't snitch her, she feels the need to make her point clear. "And I will tell them know as soon as possible. So I don't need you, Sonny, or my murdering cousin, Jason, skipping to their mansion, spilling your guts about me. Or we will have serious problems." Her face becomes serious. "And you don't want to be my problem." Spinelli silently gulps at her threat and tries to collect himself. Her face softens, not wanting him running out the run on her. She was drunk, it's her twenty-first birthday, and wants to have a little fun, but there had to be somethings settled before hand. She never spent much time with a greek before, but there's was something about him that made her smile, so she does making him feel more comfortable. "Next question."

Spinelli takes another takes another sip from his little bottle. "If I may asked, what is your purpose of being here in Port Charles?"

This was an easier question to answer, and yet harder to explain. "My family. I've gone through my whole life and not one Quaterminane knows about me." She thinks for a moment, remembering one specific Quatermaine that knew of her existince, but she never told a soul. "Well, there was Emily. My brother Justus told her about me years ago. Even spoke to her on the phone a few times." She could lie to herself and say that it was the alcohol was the reason she was openning to him with ease. She lie even more and say that it was the alcohol was the reason her heart was building with sadness at the thought of the woman who was her direct line to the Quartermaines. She could lie, but she knows that we a people lie the loudest when we lie to ourselves. She turns away from him, trying to compose her tears. Her eyes well up, but they don't spill. Deep breaths. "I'm not a bad person, but I'm not a saint either. There are things in my life I wish I could take back, but don't worry, I'm not here to kill you, or your precious Sonny and Jason. Just want what's mine." Spinelli doen't say anything. But she had something else to say, but this was more with curiosity. "So I have question for you."

Spinelli gets nervous again. He wasn't expected to be question. He didn't know what she wanted for him really. "You do?"

Destiny smiles and turns back around facing him. "Who was that crazy bitch that tried to attack me?"

He sighs with relief that the question wasn't out there. Afterall, she did deserve an explaination. "That was Maximista. The daughter the Police Commisioner. We recently made an attempt of going through the ceremony of commitment. Death Do Us Part. Things didn't go as planned. Infidelity and the reason of not being good of for non existance in one's life. A couple months later, my heart is shattered into a million peices." And for the past couple months, his heart was beginning to slip back in place, slowly, but surely.

Destiny's mind slows down his words. For the most part, she understood what he was saying. "Ex-fiancee, huh?" Watches him turns his eyes away from her. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable again, she just wanted to understand him. She wanted to understood her. The more she understood, the more she like him. And she wants him to like her, as much as she like him. Prove to him that she's not another souless monster that people percieves her family. She walks over to him and he finally looks back her. Slight uncomfortable about the her standing so close to him, but he looks into hrer eyes anyways. "I understand pain. I understand loss. I understand love. I understand a broken heart." Her hand gently touches the side of his face. "It took me a while to heal, and I'd be lying if I said there wouldn't be a scar as a result. But you must wear it with pride, don't pretend it doesn't exist because then your lesson hasn't been learned and more and more scars would sooner or later appear. Show that you're a survivor. Show that a broken heart hasn't killed you."

Eventhough he still doesn't really know who she is, she feel comfort. Not threat. No reason to fear. He feels that he could himself and not a freak. Not been an outsider. Someone understand history of civilization. The significance of life, love, death, and everything in between. Not yet has anyone understood him right off the back. Even if she couldn't exactly understand him verbally, she understood. He immediately takes it with bonding, and at that moment, he doesn't see her as his best friend's potential enemy. he see's her as the lost soul that's finding her way, like his best friend Jason. The man that killed her father, and yet she's not to seek revenge on such. Only moved on to get where she wants to go in life. "The Jackal must say that he takes you wisdom to heart, and may he keep it there until otherwise. He challenges someone to prove you words wrong."

She grins. Someone who believes in her. They were on opposite sides of a possible confortation and yet taking what she says to heart. Giving her the benifit of the doubt. She's never experience this before. A man who who listenede who didn't try to twist it into his own revalations. She'd only been in love twice. She'd only connected to someone twice. Her first love was the teen love that should of been of innocence, but it resulted into the goor of her own doing. Her trsition into Ruiz form. Her second love was a sadistic one. Using her tramatic sins and comparing to his own. Sucking her soul into his and trying to make him become one. An horrific love that was an addicting one. Him sucking her into a dark abyss. But without him being in her site for a couple of years, she's been able to get over him. She's been able to suck back in reality and understand she's somebody, and realizing her wants and needs. She wasn't in love with Spinelli, but maybe it was her drunken state that she was slipping into a deep and possible forbidden connection with him. As she looks into his brown eyes, she knows that yes, there is a connection. Maybe not as deep as her drunkeness is telling her, but there is one indeed. She brought him here for understanding, but being that it was her twenty-first brithday, she wanted a 'happy brithday' connection. Without a second thought she grabs his face, and press his lips against her.

Without hesitation, he responds, felling the need of a connection since his his fiancee left him high and dry. Eventhough, he barely knew her, he felt that he knew her. That had to count for something, right? She pulls him back toward her bed and she falls back on it, with I'm landing on top her . She runs her drunk hands tought his hair, thrusting her hips up against him, ready to feel that birthday sex thgat she hasn't felt in a year. He comes up for air, staring into her dark eyes.

"My Beloved Hershey Kiss." He whispers to her. Short and sweet, she gives off an oral pleasure to his lips and tongue. "I believe that my heart is ready to reconnect with another."

With that, Destiny freezes, startling Spinelli. She really likes, even though it has hit her out of nowhere. She wasn't expecting this for her trip to Port Charles, but she has connected with a possible enemy. At that moment, the events of the past forty-eight hours finally catch up to her. The adrenaline of being known was finally wearing off, the alcohol was in her system, her childhood dream was finally coming true, no matter how dysfunctional iot was becoming. As she becomes overwhelmed, tears silently falls down her face. He looks at her, with the realization of her sudden tears, confused.

"I'm sorry, I can't."

Spinelli looks at her his sudden self esteem immediately decreases and he presents a pleasurable frown. "The Jackal understands that even in a intoxicated stated that one should not want to be with such like me."

Her heart feels sadness as she looks at his fake smile. She didn't meant to bruise the little ego that he had. One broken heart was enough to deal with, she knew. Flashes of her life of the past seven years flash though her mind. Corruption. Power. Love. Death. Emptiess. More Power. More Love. More Emptiness. "Look, it's not you, it's me." Oh yeah, that's original. "I mean, I'm interested, but I'm have too much to deal with in my life right now. And my being drunk right now doesn't help my situation. You understand right?" Drowsiness takes it told upon her as she fights to stay awake and as she tries to keep her eyes awake, sad tears stream down her face..

Taking by surprise, eventhough he still believe her resitance is his fault, he nods in agreement. He climbs from on top of her. "Would you like The Jackal to stay in your presence? I would be happy to provide you with comfort."

Stilling fighting against drowsiness, eventhough she's losing, thinks for a slight moment before a curling up in a ball. "I felt like I've been alone my whole life. I don't understand why this moment in time wouold be any different." Half asleep, she feels a body slowly presses against her back. A comforting arm, not even in a sexual sense, was around her torso. Her eyes droop, unconsiousness takes it toll, and for that moment, loneliness no longer existed.