The snow had just started to fall harder as Dillon Quartermaine stood by the patio door watching it. The tree was set up nearby, but to be honest none of his family was really in the mood for the holiday's. It was just hard at times to get in the spirit when the family kept shrinking. Dillon was grateful though, this year he wouldn't have to go and put flowers on Georgie's grave. Not since that night when they'd been stuck in an elevator together just a few months before. Knowing that his first love was still alive gave him hope for his future, that maybe someday they could be together again, and he could have a mother for his four year old son.

His older brother Ned was showing Dillon's son George how to run the train set that their Uncle Alan had cherished. He had told Georgie, all about his son, but never mentioned that he'd been named after her. Then again, George's mother never knew that either, having died just a few months later. It had been a life altering change, but he was just happy he had George.

Ned looked up, and watched his brother watching the snow before he stood up, leaving young George to run the train set. "Are you going to visit her tonight?" Ned asked in regards to Georgie.

Dillon shook his head, "No, no." Was all Dillon seemed to be able to say. He wanted to confess to Ned that Georgie was alive, that he had seen her, that he had kissed her and if he'd had the chance that night he would've made love to her for as many hours as possible.

Ned turned his much younger brother around to look at him, "Hey, you loved her. She was your first and no offense to George's mother, but probably you're greatest love. Can you really go and forget about her now?"

"I have never ever forgotten Georgie. Who do you think I named George after?" Dillon looked at his son who looked to be in heaven.

"Then, go and just talk to her like you do every year. It's Christmas, and I know you Dillon, you can't just not keep up with the crazy plot."

Dillon sighed, "I'll go once George goes to bed, okay?"

"Good." Ned put his hand on his brother's shoulder, "I'm sure Georgie knows you go to talk to her every year."

"Yeah, I'm sure she does too." Dillon smiled, thinking back to when Georgie confessed to hiding out in the graveyard, listening in to all of it.

"Um, Mr. Dillon, you have a visitor." Alice looked confused not really sure what to make of who she'd just seen.

"Who is it Alice?" Ned asked, but Dillon knew. The look on Alice's face said it all.

Alice shook her head a bit, "You know, I think I'll just let you see for yourself."

Ned was about to stop her but she'd already left the den, and he turned back to his brother, "Who could it be? Maxie maybe?"

"Hospital, she's about to give birth any day now. Dr. Julian wants to keep an eye on her because of her heart." Dillon explained as he looked back at George who was still running the train around in a circle.

"Um, Hi. Alice said I could just come in." Georgie Jones' voice floated towards the ears of the brothers who both turned. Ned's jaw dropped, sure he was imaging his ex-sister-in-law alive and in front of him. Dillon on the other hand was now glowing.

"What are you doing here?" Dillon moved around his brother and couch and hugged Georgie tightly, reassuring himself she was real.

"It's Christmas Eve, what do you think I'm doing here?" She hugged him back, breathing in his cologne, a much more mature scent then when they were younger, but it suited him.

"I think we'll leave you two alone." Ned told them as he went over to George, "Hey, want to go pick out cookies to leave for Santa?"

George nodded, putting the controls for the train set down and jumping into his uncles arms.

Dillon laughed at his son, "Have fun kiddo."

George blew his father a kiss as they left the room.

"He has your eyes." Georgie noted as she pulled away.

"Thanks." Dillon watched her walk around the room, taking in the scene.

"Some things never change, do they?" She reached up to the mantle and touched the picture frame of Emily's portrait.

"Well, you're alive. That's a change. Why are you being so bold about it?"

Georgie sat on the couch and looked up at him, "I have a chance to leave the WSB."

Dillon sat near her, trying to give her space. "Really, what would you do?"

She shrugged, "I'm not really sure. First probably let everyone know I'm alive." She looked back at Emily's picture, "I wish she'd been saved as well."

He sighed, "We all do." He reached out and took her hand, "Who else knows your alive?"

"My father, real father that is Frisco. I figured Maxie would show up at the cemetery tonight and I caught him their, and then Maxie showed up and the excitement was too much."

Dillon shook his head, "She never listens to the Doctors does she."

"No, not if she loves you and needs to be with you." Georgie looked down at his hand holding hers. So long ago this was everything to her, this man was her heart and even though they'd cared for others this moment proved to her that they weren't really over. "So, they know and her husband…you of course and now Ned and Alice. Poor Alice, I thought I was going to have to call Dr. Julian for her when she saw me."

Dillon laughed, "She's a strong lady. Just ask Spinelli, he's her biggest fan."

"Spinelli can wait." Georgie took her hand from his and stood up, looking out the patio doors. "Looks like a nice, white Christmas."

"I'm glad, George is going to love it when he gets to ride his brand new sled tomorrow." Dillon stood behind her, craving a moment to touch her, breath in her scent.

She turned to him, smiling, "I still can't believe you're a father."

Dillon leaned in and smiled, "Sometimes, I can't either. I mean sometimes I still feel like that awkward teen who walked into Kelly's one day and some random girl kissed."

She laughed at that memory, "Wow, ya know if I hadn't been a part of that I would think that sounds crazy."

"So tell me Georgie-Anna Jones, what brings you here tonight to see me?"

Georgie unzipped a pocket on her jacket and took out a Christmas card, "I never got to send this five years ago. I couldn't really do it now cause that would be well kinda creepy. But now that you know I'm alive I figured it deserved a special delivery."

Dillon took the card, looking at his name in that familiar half script, half print of hers that he'd seen through out high school in notes they'd pass during the day. "Thank you."

She took a step around him, "I should get going."

"Do you really have to?"

She nodded, "Yeah, knowing my sister she'll be in labor soon. And personally I want to be around for when this kid arrives. Plus I should go find Mac; before someone else tells him I'm alive."

"Georgie, wait." Dillon grabbed her hand before she was too far away and pulled her closer.

Georgie could feel his body heat against hers, "Yes Dillon."

"Are you really, truly going to quit the WSB?"

She nodded, "Sure am."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, "Good, very good."

"Why?"

Dillon didn't say anything, he just kissed her.

Georgie kissed him back, sighing as she did so. She felt as though she was melting against him, her toes curling and her body flushing with heat.

Dillon pulled her as close against him as he could get her, especially since they were still dressed and standing in the den.

Someone cleared their throat, allowing them to know they were not alone. Dillon turned, feeling himself blushing when he saw his mother and step-father, "Merry Christmas Mom."

"What is this?" Tracy asked before she saw who Dillon had in the lip lock.

Georgie knew this about to be, dramatic at best when she popped her head to the side so they could see who Dillon had been kissing, "Hi Tracy, Hi Luke."

Both of their eyes were wide with shock and Tracy's mouth was gapped open while Luke was cracking up.

"Is this really young Georgie Jones?"

"Yes, it really is." She pulled away from Dillon, hoping that if she stepped away from her ex-husband then her former mother in law might breath again.

"But you're dead." Tracy finally sputtered out.

Georgie held her hands together, nervously playing with her fingers, "That's what the WSB wanted everyone to think."

"Are you telling me you followed in Frisco's footsteps?"

Georgie nodded, "Sure did. But I'm leaving the agency."

"Oh dear God!" Tracy sunk down in the couch, "I don't like where this is going one bit."

"Mom, would you stop being so dramatic." Dillon rolled his eyes.

"Isn't it enough you named you're son after her? Now she's back!"

Georgie sighed, "Okay, that's my cue to leave and go find Mac then get back to Maxie."

"Merry Christmas Georgie!" Dillon called out as she started towards the door.

She turned to him, "Merry Christmas Dillon."

A moment after she left Tracy looked at her son, "You're in love with her again, aren't you?"

Dillon smiled, "Is that really so bad Mom? Georgie is an amazing woman. She's smart, articulate and could probably kick some ass."

"He had a point Spanky." Luke spoke up from his chair.

Tracy turned to him, "Did I ask you?"

"Mom, just don't play these games okay. I'm an adult, with a child. If I deem that Georgie and I can make it work, things will have to move a bit slower, I don't want George to get attached to early."

"Grandma!" George ran to Tracy and grabbed her leg, hugging her. "Uncle Ned got cookies for Santa!"

Ned followed his nephew in with the plate of cookies, "He picked them out himself, especially for Santa."

Tracy sat on a chair and pulled George onto his lap, "Shouldn't you be in bed soon?"

"Story!" George declared which brought a smile to Tracy's face.

Tracy looked at her son's, "What should we read to this little one tonight?"

Dillon went to the desk and picked up a copy of The Polar Express that he'd been saving for tonight, "I think this might be just perfect."

Tracy smiled remembered having read it to Dillon as a child, and perhaps once to Ned but he was probably too old to really believe in the magic of it.

They all settled in as Tracy began to read the story out loud. George would look over at the train set every once in a while, as if expecting it to come to full size and give him a chance to ride a magical train to the North Pole.

"And the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe." Tracy read the last line and George looked around wondering if a bell from Santa's sleigh could be in the room.

Just then Dillon pulled a bell from his pocket and jingled it, "Do you hear it George?"

His son nodded and Dillon smile, "Ned, Mom, Luke?" They all nodded and watched as George reached out to touch the bell, causing it to jingle and he giggled.

Dillon picked his son up, "All right George boy, time for you to go to sleep so Santa can come."

Before Dillon got out the door, George was asleep in his arms.

Tracy watched her youngest son and her grandson leave the room, "Think Georgie could really make him happy and be a good Mom to George?"

Ned stood up, "I think if Dillon believes it, we should believe it." He went over to the mantle and looked at the picture of Alan and then at Emily, "Who knows what else can happen, if you just believe."

"So, do I get to eat a cookie, or should we wait a little while longer to make sure George is really asleep?" Luke asked and Ned laughed.

"Let's wait for Dillon." Tracy glanced at the photos on the mantle, wishing her dream for Christmas could come true.