Okay, so I hope that if you are reading this chapter, that by now you enjoy it. This is my disclaimer: I am not a doctor and have no desire to be a doctor. Therefore, the medical terminology is basic at best. I hope that no one is offended, but I just like to de-stress by writing fan fiction and don't have a lot of time to do research to find out the facts. Also, this chapter is a stretch because it just happened. I don't usually like the dead-person-comes- back-to-life storyline, but it seemed to work. Please bear with me. First and foremost, ENJOY!

"Dad!" Alex announced as she pushed open the car door and raced to the house. It was nearly nine o' clock the following night when she and Julia finally arrived in Port Charles. Thanks to the fact that Alex had a long weekend from school, they were able to leave earlier than expected. Julia pulled up to the Quartermaine Mansion and waited until Alex was safely inside with her father. With a wave, she drove off toward town.

"Hey baby!" Dillon said, giving his daughter a hug. "How was the trip?"

"It was long, but okay. I couldn't wait to get here. Is Grandma here?" Alex asked, as she entered the foyer and Dillon shut the door. Tracy Quartermaine descended the stairs regally.

"Is that my granddaughter I hear?" She called. Once she got to the bottom, she opened her arms and Alex ran into them.

"Hi grandma!" Alex said.

"My girl, I'm so glad you could come," Tracy replied. She hadn't lost her look of a Quartermaine—though that was in part to frequent trips to the surgeon. Her hair was still a dark brown and her eyes continued to snap along with her mouth.

Dillon glanced up at the clock. "Alex, it's getting late, you can visit with your grandma tomorrow, but for now, you should get to bed. We'll go to Kelly's for breakfast tomorrow morning," he led her upstairs and placed her overnight bag in one of the many spare bedrooms.

"Okay, dad. Night grandma!" She called. With a hug to her father, she closed the door and prepared for bed.

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It was still early on Saturday morning when she pulled the rental car into a parking spot near the pier. She didn't know why she was back here. After all these years, she hadn't stopped thinking about Port Charles. Every new city, every new mission, Port Charles had been on her mind. She thought about coming back, but something had always changed her mind at the last moment.

But now she was back. And she didn't know exactly why.

She got out of the car and began walking. Her walk led her to a place that was filled with memories and regrets. A place that was second only to General Hospital in being the heart of Port Charles.

Kelly's.

She peeked in the window and what she saw made her heart stop. She couldn't say that she hadn't thought of him in years because that was a lie. She hadn't stopped thinking about him, wondering if circumstances had been different, would they have been together. But in her heart, she knew that because of the choices she'd made, Dillon Quartermaine would never be her prince charming.

Dillon was sitting at a table—their table—with a young girl. She was startled to realize for the first time that there was a chance that Dillon had moved on and married someone else, even while she hadn't. Was that young girl his daughter? He'd married and had a child with someone else. That was her reality and nothing she could do would change it.

Turning away from the scene at the restaurant, she hurried away toward her car. There was one more place she wanted to visit while she was in Port Charles because she wouldn't be able to come back. There was too much at risk for that.

The cemetery was deserted as she walked over the frozen ground. She had to see where she'd been 'buried'. But what she saw next would surprise her and devastate her more than seeing Dillon.

Georgie walked up to her stone and read what her family had said about her.

Georgianna Jones

March 7, 1988 – December 17, 2007

An Angel Lost

She wasn't lost, Georgie wanted to tell them. How she wished that she could go over to Uncle Mac's house and knock on the door. She'd wait until he recovered from the shock then she'd tell him what happened to her in the last twenty-eight years. It was still hard to believe that it had been that long.

She touched the cold rock and then stood up. As she was walking away, a bouquet of red roses caught her eye. They were lying on the next plot over from her 'grave'. She leaned down and brushed the snow away and then choked back a cry.

Robin Scorpio-Drake

October 12, 1978 – December 5, 2027

A determined and loving doctor, wife, mother and friend

She will be greatly missed

Robin. She'd missed the chance to say goodbye. She'd let the years go by and she'd never gotten to tell her cousin goodbye. At least Robin had found happiness. She obviously married Patrick, but with a disease like HIV, she hadn't been given a choice with life.

Georgie sighed and stood again. Life was full of choices and some choices you couldn't take back. She walked back over the snowy ground and got in her car. She drove out of the cemetery and to the motel at the edge of town. She didn't want to stay in town for fear that she might be discovered, but she wasn't through with Port Charles just yet.

The sky was clear and snow fell lightly on the ground. She looked ahead in the road, but suddenly her car hit a patch of ice and she went skidding to the side of the road. Her memories were the last thoughts in her head as darkness claimed her.

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"Female, late forties, no I.D.," the paramedic barked as he pushed the gurney through the elevator door and onto the fifth floor of General Hospital.

"Lacerations and a gash to her head. She's unconscious. She regained consciousness for a second, but it didn't last," his partner added.

Mattie rushed to the gurney and used her stethoscope to feel for a heartbeat. "Okay, page Dr. Drake. Get her into exam room five. Hurry people!"

"Get an I.V. in her stat."

"She's bleeding from a head wound."

Mattie worked to stop the bleeds as Patrick raced inside the room and assessed the situation. "She's got shrapnel stuck in her skull," He said while Mattie nodded.

Suddenly the machines began to beep. "Her heart rate is dropping," a nurse said and reached for the paddles.

Mattie took them and after applying the protective pads, she placed the paddles on the patient's chest. "Charge to 200. Clear!" She zapped the paddles and charged the woman's heart. Nothing happened.

"Charge to 300. Clear!" Finally the monitor showed signs of creeping upward and the beeps became even again. Mattie breathed a sigh. "Okay, she's stable for the moment. We need to get her into surgery, Dr. Drake."

"What we need right now is a CAT scan to see if there is a brain bleed," Patrick ordered and sent the nurses scattering. "We also need to find out whom the patient is and if she has a power of attorney."

Mattie wiped the sweat off her forehead and stood next to her father. "What is the prognosis?"

"Truthfully? I don't know. I suspect that she will need surgery, but she needs someone to make the decisions for her," Patrick sighed. He walked out of the room to give the nurses room to get her ready for the tests now that she was stable.

Mattie followed her father intent on finding out the identity. She walked up to the nurses' station. Elizabeth Webber was standing behind the desk working on charts. "Elizabeth, when the paramedics brought the patient in, did they bring any belongings with her?"

"Um, yes they did. Let me see…" Elizabeth trailed off. She reached under the desk for a bag. Pulling a wallet out, she opened it and looked at the I.D. "Geor—"She stopped abruptly and looked up at Mattie. Taking a breath, she began again. "It says Georgie Jones."

Mattie frowned. "What? How can that be? Georgie Jones as in my late aunt? Let me see," She took the wallet from Elizabeth and studied the picture. It looked like the framed photo of her mother's cousin that was on the wall in her father's house, but the woman in the picture looked older. "I don't understand."

Elizabeth shook her head. She dug through the purse and pulled out a badge. Opening it, she showed it to Mattie. "Georgianna Jones, WSB. This is too weird. I need to call my Aunt Maxie. She needs to identify her, if she is who the tag says she is."

"I don't think that that is a good idea," Elizabeth warned.

"She needs to know this. Her sister might be alive after all these years," Mattie argued.

"Mattie, think about it. What would you do if the sister whom you thought was dead for the last twenty-nine years suddenly turned up alive?" Elizabeth reasoned. And Mattie saw her point. Maxie would freak and her heart wasn't the best. Better to wait until they were sure.

"How about I call Cameron and see if he can run a check on her? We'll see who she really and then if the story checks out, we'll call Mac Scorpio and Maxie."

"Okay, that's fine. I've got to go see if the tests are back," Mattie replied and hurried down the hall.

Elizabeth picked up the phone and dialed the PCPD phone number. When Cameron came to the phone, she said, "Hi Cam, its mom. I need to ask you a favor…"

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Cameron glanced at the computer screen. The database never lied. According to the United States government, Georgie Jones was most definitely alive and had been working for the World Security Bureau for almost thirty years.

He reached for the phone and dialed General Hospital. Elizabeth answered, "Fifth floor nurses' station, Nurse Webber speaking."

"Mom, it's me. The patient checks out. It's definitely Georgie Jones and she's not married, nor has ever been. Do you want me to contact her family here in PC?"

Elizabeth sighed. "No. I'll do it. But if you could keep quiet about this for a while, I'd really appreciate it."

"Sure, no problem. Look, I've got to go." He hung up the phone just as Lucky Spencer, the current commissioner and Cam's onetime step-father, was motioning for him.

XXXXXX

Elizabeth replaced the phone just as Mattie was coming around the corner. "Cam checked the tags and she's definitely the real Georgie Jones."

"Now, can we call Maxie and Mac? We need consent to do surgery. Did you find out if she was married? Because if that's the case, we'd have to have consent from her husband."

Elizabeth shook her head as she picked up the phone again. She looked up Maxie Jones-Spinelli's number in the computer and dialed it. Mattie stood by and waited.

"Hi, this is Nurse Webber at General Hospital; I'd like to speak to Maxie."

"Sure, just one second," the person on the other end of the phone said. Seconds later, Maxie picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She said, and Elizabeth sighed.

"Hi Maxie, this is Elizabeth Webber at General Hospital. I was wondering if there was any way that you could come down to the hospital now. We need to discuss a very important matter with you."

"Uh, sure. Wait. Did something happen? Is it Mattie or Mac?" Maxie began to sound worried.

"No, no. nothing like that. If you could just come down to GH, it would be great," Elizabeth added and once she got confirmation from Maxie, she hung up the phone.

Mattie shrugged. "Okay, here goes nothing. But it looks as though everything's going to hit the fan. Page me when she gets here." She walked off to find her father. Since he was Georgie's main doctor, he should be there when Mattie broke the news to Maxie.