Disclaimer: Are you kidding me? We all know the answer to this…

A/N: Okay, yes, Brenda actually has a place in this story; I didn't just throw her in. Brenda knows Robin better than Robin sometimes, and she's always been one to call someone on their stupidity. She's really going to come into play to help her "little sister" realize some things about the various relationships she's got going on in her life… So, this is just kind of a quick little fluff thing about Brenda's return… The next chapter will have more detail and will probably be Robin and Brenda catching up- or, rather, Brenda dragging Robin's true feelings out of her. Brenda's pretty much going to play matchmaker here and help Robin sort through some problems… It's not very long, but it is a necessary chapter in my little story here, I promise! Hope you enjoy!

--Chapter Six--

--Port Charles General Hospital--

Brenda Barrett walked into Port Charles General Hospital with a huge smile on her face and immediately slipped into an elevator, barely containing her excitement at finally being able to see her best friend Robin Scorpio- whom, in her eyes, was more a sister than anything else. The feeling, she knew, was mutual. She couldn't wait to see her- she had so much to tell Robin, and she knew that Robin had just as much to tell her.

After her last… visit… to Port Charles, Brenda had decided that she would never, under any circumstances, return again and, if it weren't for the fact that she was sure both Robin and her boyfriend Patrick Drake needed a good dose of reality, she would have kept that vow. But she was terrified that Robin was going to pull a stupid stunt and jeopardize her relationship with Patrick. She knew her best friend was falling fast and hard for the playboy doctor, and that scared the hell out of Robin. Though she hadn't actually come out and said it, Brenda knew Robin was just waiting for an excuse to run for the hills.

She sighed as the heavy elevator doors slid open seamlessly and she stepped out. She turned to survey the area and was instantly greeted by the sight of her favorite doctor happily hugging Elizabeth Webber- close by were two men who shared notable physical similarities. From the description she'd weaseled out of Robin months ago, she surmised that the rather rakish-looking one had to be none other than Patrick Drake- the man who's ego, according to Robin, was even bigger than Sonny's. Brenda had scoffed at that- no one had a bigger ego than her ex-fiancé, mob-king Sonny Corinthos himself.

Robin caught a whiff of what had to be insanely expensive perfume as she released Elizabeth and, knowing that insanely expensive definitely wasn't Liz's style, she turned, mentally preparing herself to do battle with Carly once again. Her scowl of irritation was quickly replaced by a smile so huge that Patrick, still standing nearby, was actually certain reached her eyes. He'd never seen Robin smile like that and was more than curious as to who the petite brunette that had such an effect on his girlfriend was.

"Bren!" Robin squealed, launching herself at the woman she'd claimed as a sister long ago. "What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow! I still have to call MetroCourt and make sure Carly hasn't canceled your reservations out of spite and-"

"Rob! Chill!" Brenda exclaimed through the fit of laughter that had claimed her halfway through Robin's little rant. "Can't I surprise my little sister?"

Patrick and Noah's jaws both dropped open, clearly stunned by the woman's declaration. Other than their height, the two women didn't appear to have anything in common, physically speaking. Neither of them had ever heard a single reference from anyone about Robin having a sister.

Elizabeth, barely managing to control her laughter at the confused looks her brother and father- she still couldn't believe that was real, but she loved that she finally had a real family- were shooting in Robin and Brenda's direction, quietly filled them in. "Brenda and Robin are like sisters- they aren't really. They've been best friends for years and years, though."

Recognition finally dawned on Patrick's face- this, apparently, was none other than the infamous Brenda Barrett, world-famous super-model. He recovered from his shock quickly- Brenda certainly wasn't as big a surprise as finding out his sister was alive and, in fact, a very good friend of his, but she was still… well, a surprise and he wasn't sure how many more of those he was going to be able to handle for a while. "Robin, you didn't tell me Brenda was coming to town," Patrick said with his charming and oh-so-arrogant grin as he stepped forward.

Brenda, knowing that her friend would see that as an accusation, spoke up before Robin could do any damage with a smart-aleck remark. "I asked her not to tell anyone, you know, for the sake of making one of my grand entrances," she told Patrick with a smile. Robin's description had been pretty perfect, she thought- just like the man himself. Not that Brenda was in the market- nope, she'd sworn off men. Okay, well, at least the men in Port Charles, anyway- they just got her into trouble. But she definitely thought Patrick was perfect for Robin- which was why she'd returned to her own personal land of nightmares and horrors, willing to face her worst enemies and past loves to make sure that her dear little sister didn't screw up her chance at happiness.

Robin rolled her eyes but refrained from picking a fight with Patrick- the truly sad part was that she knew that's why Brenda had spoken up. The little brat had always been able to read her like a book. She was about to make a comment about how Brenda loved to make an entrance, but Brenda's voice once again interrupted her train of thought.

"Well, I'm so happy to finally meet you- I'm assuming you're the pig-headed jerk that has had Robin's temper boiling for the last several months, Dr. Patrick Drake, right?" Brenda spoke quickly enough to make Patrick dizzy, and continued without taking a breath or giving him- or Robin- a chance to respond to her comment. "Which would make that," she pointed at Noah, "your father, am I right? And, of course, I know Elizabeth- great to see you again, hon. Well, it's certainly been a pleasure meeting both of you, Dr. Drake and Dr. Drake, but I'm going to have to steal my little sis here for a bit, if you don't mind, alright? We've got a lot of catching up to do, so see you later!"

With that, she grabbed Robin's arm and dragged her to the elevator, despite Robin's growl of, "Brenda, I'm still working!" Brenda simply shrugged and babbled about Robin being insane and getting to the MetroCourt and dealing with Carly- neither Patrick nor Noah was quite sure what the brunette was saying or how Robin understood, and Elizabeth just chuckled softly behind them.

"And that, gentlemen, is Brenda Barrett," she told Noah and Patrick with a knowing smirk. The looks on their faces were priceless- but, then, Brenda had a tendency to put that totally baffled look on people's faces the first, oh, dozen or so times she met anyone. She was certainly a whirlwind of energy.

Noah just stood there, looking like he'd been hit on the head with a frying pan or something, for a moment more before shaking his head and saying, "I wonder how long Hurricane Brenda's going to be around," and walking off, mumbling something about having a patient to see.

Patrick was still trying to figure out what all Brenda had said when she'd been standing in front of him not five minutes ago- how the hell did Robin understand that crazy little brunette. He was suddenly very glad that Brenda had not been there when he'd first arrived in Port Charles- her energy level was frighteningly high, and he probably would have run screaming for the largest bottle of aspirin he could get his hands on. He'd spent less than two minutes in her presence and, yet, he could feel a pounding headache coming on. Granted, he was sure part of that was because he'd made a huge mistake and attempted to follow her rambling speech, but still… He shook his head and decided that, if he ever had to see Brenda Barrett again, he was going to just smile and nod- and think about anything but what she was saying, because he'd never have a clue.

"Is she always that… intense?" he asked his sister, pressing two fingers to his temples, glaring when Elizabeth burst out laughing.

"That, my dear brother, was nothing- trust me," she said, patting Patrick on the shoulder before walking off, still laughing hysterically.

Patrick smiled at the "dear brother" remark, but frowned when the rest of her sentence registered. "She has to be kidding me," he muttered to himself before walking up to the Nurse's Station and leafing through the charts until he found one of his patients.