(A/N: This chapter contains mature content. Read at own risk and RIP to the talented Jackie Zeman. She will be missed.)

Dear Diary,

Today I made a new friend. Reasia Ward. She is a relative of the Quartermaines and has a connection to this house. She's my age, pretty, and interesting. She has the potential to be a BFF if I was to have another one besides Spencer. Maybe I should have more than one BFFs this time around. People I trust, like Molly and Kristina. They're older than me, but there's a connection there. There's also a connection with Reasia.

But despite my making new friends, I do miss Joss. I wish she had been a better friend, but it is what it is. At least I have Spencer and he is more than enough.

Trina

Trina sighed as she closed her diary and placed it into her bedside drawer and closing it firmly. It was late at night and all of Port Charles had gone to bed for the evening...well all except for herself and Spencer, who seemed to have been in a mood all day. What was that about? Right now, he was sitting up beside her in bed, reading a book, or at least pretending to, since he seemed distracted.

"Ok, Preppy. Out with it," Trina sighed, having enough.

"Out with what?" Spencer frowned, closing the book he had been trying so hard to read, but was unable to focus on.

"Something has been troubling you since you came home. I thought you might have been hungry, but after watching you devour those mozzarella sticks and jalapeno poppers from Charlie's, your mood still hasn't lifted. What's up?"

"Well...I registered for what must be the most boring classes to ever grace PCU, but I need them for a business degree...which I'll need to continue to helm Cassadine Industries the right way. I met up with Diane, and she wants me to hire a stand-in CEO until I finish said degree, since my father still hasn't been heard from. And on the way home...it was nothing. Probably a mixture of anxiety and paranoia mixed with exhaustion," Spencer sighed, not sure if he should tell Trina. He didn't want to worry her.

"What was nothing? Come on, Spence. Don't shut me out. No more secrets, remember?"

Spencer rolled his eyes before taking her slender hand in his, marveling at the difference in their size. God, he wanted to protect her from the whole world. Shield her from everything wrong. Even if that wrong was himself and his crazy family. "I remember. I just...I want to protect you, Trina."

"And I want to protect you. We protect each other. That's how this goes. Now tell me, what's going on?"

"I kept feeling as if I was being watched all day today...well, not all day. The feeling left when I returned to the house. But still...I felt like I was being watched, but when I looked to see who it was...no one was there."

Trina frowned. "That's strange. Could it be your Uncle Victor? He seems to be popping up everywhere these days."

"No. Uncle Victor isn't that stealthy. I don't know, like I said. It could be nothing."

"Or it could be Heather Webber. She did say you were next," Trina frowned, her own imagination coming up with answers.

"You're not helping," Spencer shook his head. "I doubt it was her anyway."

"Well...let me help you take your mind off of all that," Trina hiked up her negligee and crawled onto Spencer's lap. She managed to pull his pajama bottoms down and settled against his hardening cock. She smiled as she heard his breath hitch and his dark eyes fill with desire.

"What do you think you're doing?" He began to pant as he felt his body respond to her rocking against him.

"Taking your mind off of things," Trina smiled, feeling her own desire build. She claimed his lips, slipping her hot tongue into his mouth to mingle with his. Feeling him hard and throbbing, she stopped her rocking and allowed him to slide up into her with a single thrust.

Clouds of passion filled her mind as tingling electric shocks of desire filled her body as they rocked together, him thrusting up and her rocking against him, feeling his throbbing body inside her. It wasn't too long before they hit the climax and they came down, clinging to each other. She buried her face against his neck as she remained on his lap, wrapped in his arms, panting and exhausted.

"Feel better?" She breathed.

"Much better," Spencer kissed her shoulder. "I love you, Trina."

"I love you too," She smiled, feeling herself drift into a light sleep, safe and secure in her husband's arms.

…..

Not far from the city limits of Port Charles was a cottage. Inside that cottage was two men. One was elderly and tall. Regal and towered over the other one, who sat at a table, his hands cradling his head as he fought a building headache as his companion lectured him.

"I cannot believe you today! We had agreed that it is not time to reveal ourselves just yet and you go following that boy around like a puppy!"

"He didn't see me, uncle. I made damn sure that I had remained hidden...even though it was hard. I don't know why I can't…"

"You know why! We discussed this when I found you in that woman's clutches and managed to whisk you away. I know it's hard. Believe me, I know. But it is necessary. Patience is key."

"In the meantime Victor…"

"You let me worry about Victor. You just stay out of sight for now. At least I don't have to worry about Luke Spencer ruining my plans now. That is a plus."

"It's just that...everything has been taken from me. And now, I'm missing everything. I want it all back."

"And you will get it back. That is a promise I intend to keep. I just need to you be patient. No more following the boy...at least for now."

"Yes, Uncle," The younger figure sighed, his voice full of broken defeat.

"Don't sound so down. It won't be long now."

…..

Spencer was just coming out of Kelly's, the events of the day before nearly forgotten. He figured that the being watched feeling was indeed his nerves. Nerves that had been soothed by his beautiful wife and their love-making session the night before. There was nothing like making love to Trina. She indeed was like a balm to his soul.

With his thoughts full of his beautiful wife, Spencer wasn't watching where he was going and nearly dropped his bag when he realized that the people he had bumped into were the last people he wanted to see. Joss and Dex.

"Well, isn't it voyeur boy and his trusty shrew," Spencer folded his arms, glaring angrily at Joss. "Have any more accusations of cheating to throw my way?"

"Great, she told you," Joss rolled her eyes, annoyed that of all people to run into, she had to run into Spencer. The very last person that she wanted to see.

"Of course she did. Trina and I have no secrets from each other. You really did hurt her, you know. I mean, you can say what you want about me, but when it comes to Trina…"

"What? You're all of a sudden an expert? I've known her for longer than you have, Spencer! Don't get me started!"

"That's right! You have! You've known both of us longer than we've known each other, but all you've shown the both of us is disrespect! But that ends now Joss!" Spencer angrily took a step towards her but found his way blocked by Dex.

"Hey, back off Cassadine!"

"The hell I will! The next time you want to accuse me of cheating, Joss say it to my face instead of going to my wife and hurting her even more than you already have! I'm used to fake friends, but she's not!"

"I wasn't a fake friend! Ugh! I'm not even going to defend myself to you!"

"Good, because there's no defense that's good enough to explain why you hurt your so-called friends!"

"Like you have room to talk!"

"I do, because I admit it, apologize, and strive to do better. You just stick your head in the sand and pretend like you're this paragon of light when you're lower than dirt!"

"Alright, that's enough. Why don't you go home to your wife, dude," Dex didn't give Joss a chance to answer.

"Gladly. Not that I care, but watch yourself with this one. She may turn on you next," Spencer snarled before going to his car, getting in, and driving away, leaving Joss to fall into Dex's arms, tears falling from her eyes.