Halloween

Sabrina, who'd been sitting on the couch eating cookies, looked up when she heard a key turning in the door. "What the?" She muttered to herself, a little frightened.

When she saw Felix burst through, she sighed in relief - and then took a nearby pillow and threw it at his head. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Felix blocked the pillow with the hand he'd used to open the door and said snarkily, "Well at least a heart attack would get you out of this apartment."

Not wanting to hear Felix harp on her again about how she needed to get over her breakup with Will, who wasn't taking her calls, and move on, Sabina put up a hand and said, "Don't start."

Felix entered the apartment and stashed his stuff on the nearby chair. Then, he sat next to her and said in a serious voice, "Bri, you have to move on from this. I don't even care if you take Dr. Dreamboat back or not, but you can't spend all your free time moping around here alone."

"Why not? I like moping," Sabrina said in a pouty voice.

"Because it is stupid, Bri. You can't keep living in limbo. You have three choices: move to Seattle with Will; put Patrick out of his misery and take him back; or, say 'screw it' and live the life of a single independent woman who takes no crap - and doesn't mope around her apartment in her jammies eating cookies for weeks."

Sabrina, not wanting to commit to any of those decisions, whined, "Felix..."

Suddenly, Felix stood up and yanked her up with him. "But, you don't have to decide tonight." As she was about to plop back down and reach for her cookies, Fe stopped her. "Tonight we party."

"Party? What party?"

"The big bash at Wyndermere. Nik and Britt's engagement party 2.0."

Sabrina looked skeptical. "I don't know... I don't have anything to wear."

Fe walked over to the garment bag he had put on the chair and picked it up. "Yes, you do."

Sabrina rubbed her aching forehead with her hands. "You aren't going to stop badgering me unless I go, are you?"

"No."

"That's what I thought," Sabrina muttered as she walked over to him, grabbed the dress out of his hands and shuffled into her room to change.

As Patrick straightened the tie on his tux, he heard his phone ding. Pulling it out of his pocket, he read the message Mission accomplished and smiled. He knew if anyone could get Sabrina to go to the ball, it was Felix.

Patrick typed back Excellent. Thx. and then made his way to the living room to check on Emma and her new sitter, Sarah, a member of the new class of nursing students as GH, who had, ironically, been recommended by Sabrina. "Everything okay out here?"

Emma replied, "Fine, daddy," without even looking up from the game she was playing with Sarah. "You'd better go or you're gonna be late."

Sarah excused herself from Emma, who huffed at the interruption, and told Patrick they would be fine. After reminding her to keep the door locked, Patrick kissed Emma on the top of the head and left.

The sooner he got to Spoon Island, the sooner he would see Sabrina.

A little later at the Party...

Sabrina and Felix arrived at the Wyndermere and greeted the happy couple, who'd been able to work things out (finally) after Britt's lies about Ben blew up in her face. Ever since Britt delivered Gabriel, she and Sabrina had become friends, so Sabrina was genuinely happy for her. Sabrina had just gotten herself a drink from the bar when she heard her name from behind. When she turned around, Robin was standing there.

"Robin," she said coldly. "What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to say hello and to apologize for the whole custody hearing thing. I was angry at everything that had happened and lashed out."

"Emma didn't deserve to be stuck in the middle. She loves both of you so much and it would have killed her to lose time with either one of you."

"I know that - which is why I dropped the lawsuit and worked things out with Patrick."

"Well, I'm glad. For Emma's sake."

The two women stood there in uncomfortable silence until Jason and Sam entered and Robin went over to talk to them. Sabrina gulped down her champagne in one swift motion and then turned around to get a new glass. As she was about to gulp that one down, she heard, "So, what was that about?" come from the person who sidled up next to her.

Knowing it was Patrick without even looking, Sabrina said, "She apologized for dragging me into your custody battle."

"Huh…" he said surprisedly as he grabbed a glass for himself. When Sabrina turned to face him, her breath caught at how handsome he looked in his tuxedo. Patrick smiled at her, but then asked, "Are you alright, Sabrina? You look tired."

Sabrina drank her champagne and said, honestly, "I haven't been sleeping much since…"

Patrick reached out with his free hand to rub her upper arm comfortingly. "I'm sorry."

Involuntarily, Sabrina snorted. "Yeah, right."

Serious, Patrick responded. "I love you, Sabrina. So, yes, it kills me to see you in pain. I know how much you cared about Foster."

Sabrina, chastised, locked eyes with Patrick and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said. Then, he sat his drink down and gently removed the empty glass from her hand. "Will you dance with me? Please?"

Patrick knew he was taking a chance asking Sabrina to dance; but, when he heard the music start, he decided to seize the opportunity anyway. The worst she could do is say no, right? Patrick hated seeing the woman he loved in pain, but he knew that Will ending their relationship was the best decision. He was willing to give Sabrina some time to get over it, but he wasn't going to sit idly by either.

Sabrina hesitated for a moment, then sighed sweetly, and said, "Alright." She added, "But no shenanigans," on a light voice, which made Patrick chuckle as he lead her to the dance floor.

As he took her into his arms and pulled her close to sway to the music, Patrick locked eyes with Sabrina and responded, "Honey, I'm not making any promises I can't keep."

Patrick's statement took him back to their rendezvous on Christmas Eve when everything between them had been so perfect and, he could tell from the way Sabrina was breathing and the slight blush that had appeared on her cheeks, that it did the same for her.

Just as Sabrina tilted her head back slightly in invitation to the kiss he'd been dying to give her, the music stopped and a collective gasp filled the room. When Patrick looked up, he saw Helena Cassadine standing by the entryway.

"I'm going to assume that my invitation got lost in the mail because I know there is no way that my dear grandson would exclude me from such a momentous occasion as his engagement to the daughter of Cesar Faison."

Patrick turned his attention from Helena to Nicholas, who whispered, "Grandmother?! But, I thought you were…"

Helena laughed maniacally. "Oh, Nicholas, you know better than to believe everything you hear, especially from the likes of Luke Spencer."

"But, how?" he asked, incredulously.

At that, Patrick turned his attention to his ex-wife, who had gone pale as a ghost, and knew that Robin's past was about to catch up to her. She'd saved Jason, but she'd also resurrected two people who were better off dead and now it seemed like Port Charles was going to pay the price.