So…how is my story? I haven't been getting that many reviews, so either not many people are reading my story, or the readers just aren't reviewing. Please, I love hearing from my readers! Anyway, I hope that the updates with be more often (two or three times a week, depending on my work and college schedule). I am having a great time coming up with the futures for the children of today on General Hospital, but if anyone has ideas for storylines…and if they would work in the story itself, I would be happy to use them. I want to incorporate some of the characters from ALL MY CHILDREN and ONE LIFE TO LIVE (as I have already done a little bit), so I could use some help with that. Anyway, keep reading and I'll keep writing! Enjoy!

The glinting of the sun against the window pane woke Mattie. She sat up, disoriented at first. She wasn't in her room at her apartment across from the Metrocourt. She was in her childhood bedroom at her father's house. For one brief wonderful moment, she thought she was a teenager again and very soon, her mother would be up to wake her for school.

But then reality set in and she knew that her wish was not the case. Sighing, Mattie lay back on the bed and was just about to pull the covers back over her head when the bedroom door burst open and her sister raced inside.

One thing was for sure, Mackenzie Drake never did anything at a speed less than fast. She had managed to make her way through high school with very little effort and after a somewhat mandatory four years at Port Charles University (Patrick wanted all his kids to go to college), she worked her way up from office runner to head assistant of Kate Howard-Corinthos at her hit magazine Crimson. And right now, Mackenzie had her mind on a mission.

"Mattie, are you okay?" She sat down on the bed, her weight causing it to dip. She reached over and brushed Mattie's hair out of her face.

"I'm fine. It's stupid, really. It's been nine years and I'm just now upset and crying."

"You were strong for everyone else then, Mat. Now it's your turn. Let someone else be strong for you," Mackenzie replied, standing up. "But right now, you have a visitor."

Mattie frowned. "Who?" She couldn't imagine who would visit her at her father's house.

Mackenzie shook her head in disbelief. "What do you mean who? Morgan, of course. He came to rescue you."

"Oh. Well, give me a minute to freshen up. Kenzie, go down and entertain him…nicely," she added as Mackenzie got a sly look on her face. Mackenzie nodded and flounced out of the room, leaving Mattie staring after her and for the first time in a long time, laughing out loud.

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By the time Mattie had brushed her hair and teeth, Mackenzie had Morgan seated on the couch with a cup of coffee in his hand. As she descended the stairs, Mattie realized just why she had fallen in love with Morgan Corinthos-Jax all those years ago when they'd both been children. Or, rather, she'd been a child and he had been an older man with an attitude and a police record. But now, she was a full grown woman and he was a respected businessman who had followed his parent's footsteps into the hotel business.

Morgan looked around and stood up when she reached the bottom of the steps. He walked toward her and offered a hand. She took it and leaned into him as she pulled her into a hug.

"Hey," he muttered into her ear, not wanting to let her go.

"Hi," she murmured, taking some of his strength for herself. She pulled back from him and smiled. "I'm okay, now that you're here."

"I wish you would have called me. I didn't realize what day it was when I agreed to stand in for Jax at the meeting in Milan. But I came home as soon as Maxie called me," Morgan replied, leading her to the couch and pressing a cup of coffee in her hands.

"What? Maxie called you?" Mattie asked confused. God Bless her, Mattie thought to herself. She'd have to remember to thank Maxie for knowing exactly what she needed in a time like this.

"Yeah, I got back late last night. I called your apartment, but Sarah said that you were staying with your dad."

"Yes, well. I sort of fell apart at the hospital last night and my always overprotective father thought that I shouldn't be alone," Mattie said sheepishly.

"Well, you shouldn't have been," Patrick said from the doorway as he brought in a plate of coffee cake. "Good Morning Morgan."

"Morning Dr. Drake." Morgan stood up, placed a kiss on Mattie's forehead. "I better get going. How about dinner tonight at the Metrocourt?"

"That would be nice. What time?" Mattie asked, standing up and walking him to the front door.

"I'll pick you up at seven. Should I come here or your place?"

"My apartment. I'm going to go home and shower in a little while. I have some errands to run this morning anyway. I promised Sarah that I'd pick up some milk and bread as we have none," Mattie said as she held open the door for him. He dropped a kiss on her lips, deepening it until Patrick cleared his throat. Morgan gave a little wave and strode off toward his motorcycle.

Mattie turned back to her sister and father and smiled. "I'm fine, you guys. I'm not going to collapse under the pressure."

"Still, maybe you should go see Lainey," Patrick said worriedly. "Just for one session. It might help having someone to talk to who's not directly related."

"I'm fine, dad." She looked at her sister. "Will you drop me off at my apartment on your way to the Metrocourt?"

Mackenzie nodded. Mattie turned and raced up the stairs to get her purse and put the room back to rights. When she returned, Mackenzie was in the car and Patrick was waiting to kiss her goodbye.

"See you tomorrow at the hospital?"

"Yes, I'll be there. Bye Daddy. I'm fine, okay?" Mattie said, stepping up and kissing her father on the cheek. With a wave, she walked outside and joined her sister in the car.

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Two hours later, Mattie was sitting in her living room at her apartment with a second cup of coffee in her hands. She had already taken a shower and dressed for the day in a pair of jeans and a PCU sweatshirt.

Her best friend and roommate, Sarah Lansing sat across from her. Although Sarah was more than a year younger that Mattie, they had been in the same class at school and had been friends ever since.

Although their friendship had been challenged somewhat because Sarah was the daughter of Claudia Zacchara and Ric Lansing after a one night stand. Although Claudia had, for the most part, kept her daughter away from Ric because she couldn't stand him. Simply because Sarah was directly related to Anthony, Robin and Patrick hadn't liked Mattie hanging around with her. Though, it had become evident in Sarah's teen years that she wanted nothing to do with the Zacchara family.

"Are you sure that you're all right?" Sarah asked, concerned.

"YES! I'm fine. Why does everyone keep asking that?" Mattie asked, her voice rising with every syllable.

"Well, it's not every day that someone as strong as you breaks down in the hospital locker room," Sarah replied dryly. She then jumped up. "Well, if you are okay, I have a breakfast meeting at the Metrocourt with my father." She made a face. Sarah rarely acknowledged Ric, but when he'd practically begged her to meet with him, she'd complied.

Mattie laughed. "Go. I'll be fine. And having breakfast with your dad isn't that bad."

Sarah raised her eyebrow. "If your father is Ric Lansing, it is."

Mattie waved her away as she stood up to close the door. Although she'd been friends with Sarah since childhood, she couldn't quite wrap her mind around having such a volatile relationship with one's father. She and Patrick had always been close, especially after Robin's death.

With her mind on her mother, she put her cup in the sink and grabbed her purse. She had a number of things to do today before her date with Morgan. And there wasn't a better time to begin than now.

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If there was one thing that made the citizens of Port Charles laugh, it was the irony that was Lila Rae Alcazar.

Despite the fact that she was the only daughter and sole living heir of Lorenzo Alcazar's fortune, she had managed to make her own way in the world. And it was completely legal and unrelated to the mob.

Sort of.

In fact, Lila was in staunch opposition to the mob and the terror it caused. And she had made it her life's work to bring it down for good. So far, she was on the right track. At the age of thirty, she was a graduate of Yale law school with honors and was currently working her way up the ladder in Port Charles in hopes of becoming the District of Attorney, a job that Alexis Davis-Jax had held for over twenty years.

Someday, she would be DA and when that happened, Lila planned to bring down the mob circuit in Port Charles once and for all. But for now, she was content with working as an attorney opposite Diane Miller and Ric Lansing most of the time.

Except for right this moment.

Right now, Lila was in hot pursuit of her knight in shining armor. Well, not so much on the shining armor…or the knight for that matter. But he was certainly good looking and a cop to boot.

Cameron Spencer was definitely hot stuff and Lila wanted him all to herself. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to the fact at the moment.

"How's my favorite police officer today?" Lila said, sliding into the chair at Kelly's. Cameron had his head in his hands and was staring at his breakfast as if he expected it to grow legs and walk away.

And at that moment, Cameron wouldn't doubt anything. He was still working off a bad hangover from a night at Jake's. But at the sound of her sultry voice, he glanced up and tried to look at her through glazed-over eyes.

"What happen, baby?" She asked, concerned. She ran a hand over his dark locks.

"Um," he began, trying to formulate a good answer. "I went to Jake's last night and I sort of drank a little too much," he finished carefully, knowing full well who he was talking to.

"Idiot." She stood up and went to the counter. Reaching behind it for the coffee pot, she walked back to the table and refilled Cam's cup.

"Well, I was having a bad day yesterday."

"And you decided to make it so much better with alcohol," she answered dryly.

"It sounded good at the time," he said, indignantly.

"Yes, I'll be it did." She motioned to Lulu Zacchara—the current owner after Mike had passed away from cancer years before—and ordered a bowl of oatmeal and toast.

Moments later, Lulu brought Lila's order to the table and smiled at her nephew. "What's the matter Cam? Don't you know that alcohol isn't a good mix with the Spencer's?"

He snorted rudely. "As if you didn't get drunk once in a while."

She laughed. "But I was smart enough not to get so drunk that I can't see straight."

"Oh go away, Aunt Lu," Cameron moaned, laying his head down on the table.

"I'm just saying…think next time before you drink too much," Lulu replied, walking away to take another order.

Cameron gulped down his coffee and took a bite of his hash browns. Finally, the caffeine was starting to kick in. Thank you God, for hot coffee, he thought to himself. He looked up at Lila and watched her calmly eat her oatmeal.

She was so hot. And for some strange reason, Lila Rae Alcazar was interested in him. He knew that he should romance her, but honestly, he had no idea how to romance a woman as classy as the counselor. What would Jake do? He thought to himself. His younger brother was the king of romance and always knew just what to do. Apparently that creative gene had passed over Cameron.

Then it came to him. A dinner date. That was perfect for a first date. Cameron swallowed his food and worked up the courage. "Hey Lila, how about dinner tonight at the Metrocourt?"

She looked surprised at the offer, but to her credit, recovered quickly. "Sure, that'd be nice. What time?"

Cameron smiled. At least she hadn't turned him down. "I'll pick you up at seven."

Lila smiled. "Great. See you then!" She stood up and slapped a few dollars on the table. As she started toward the door, she heard Cam call after her.

"Hey! Where are you going?" he called, standing up as well.

Turning around, she laughed. "I have to get ready for tonight! Do you know how long I've been waiting for an invitation? This calls for a new dress! Bye! See you tonight!" She called, waltzing out the door and down the sidewalk.

Cameron watched her go and shook his head. "What is it with women? They never tell you what to expect."

Lulu came up to him. "You're a moron, you know that . She's been waiting forever for you to finally get a clue." She took his now empty plate and pocketed the money from Lila's breakfast. "You better get cleaned up as well, Cam. I can only imagine how she's going to look tonight. You need to match," She suggested, walking back to the counter.

Cameron shrugged his shoulders. He waved to Lulu after dropping cash on the table and left. He needed to see how fast a dry cleaner could wash his suit. And if Lulu was right in what she said about Lila, he should probably get a haircut. The whole rugged mountain man thing he had going was too scruffy for a woman of Lila's class.

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So what do you think? I have to say, Lila's character was fun to write. I sort of based her off of Skye. Please read and review! I'm begging you! I hope to have another chapter up either tomorrow or Friday. My muse is sticking pretty close by…knock on wood. Anyway, Enjoy!