Spencer found Trina almost immediately in the one place that she had always gone to when her world was falling apart. The gallery. It amazed him that she had never given the keys back to Ava after the big reveal at the masquerade ball, but he was glad that she hadn't. He silently entered and was relieved to find her sitting on a bench, just staring into space. It was obvious that she was crying as more tears made their way down her cheeks, messing up her makeup.

Spencer quietly walked over and sat next to her, wondering if he should say anything. After all, he was the first one that had hurt her this badly. What could he say to make any of this right? Maybe there wasn't anything that he could say.

"Your aunt beat your mom up," he simply stated, deciding to give her some news to break the ice.

Trina frowned and gave him a strange look. "What?"

"Father and I went to Kelly's to order some lunch for some clients when we came upon your aunt beating up your mom. My father had to pull her off and keep her from going after her again. She said something about your mother being responsible for what had happened at Kelly's."

"What? My mom...I...I'm not understanding you, Spencer?" Trina frowned, wiping away her tears.

"How about you share with me what happened with you, first? Maybe it'll make some of this make a little bit of sense more," Spencer encouraged.

Trina shrugged and sighed heavily. "What can I share? That everyone is deserting me for some reason? They rather leave me than actually stay in my life? I guess it is easier to walk away from me than actually stay. It makes sense."

"Why would you say that?"

Trina gave Spencer a pointed look. "Are you kidding me? You're the first one!"

Spencer wince, but didn't look away. He deserved that after all, despite his very good reasons for wanting Trina away from him. He was still struggling with the feeling that she was in danger. "You know why I did it."

"It still doesn't make sense. But that's over. You did what you did and explained it. What's my dad...or rather Taggert's excuse?" Trina looked away, her gaze turning to the floor. "He texted me. Said that he was taking a step back. That it was best that we didn't see each other for a while. So tell me how that makes any sense and what would that have to do with Aunt Gia beating up my mom?"

Spencer sat there quietly, mulling over Trina's words, connecting dots, and coming to a conclusion that he found would probably hurt Trina more than what Taggert and himself had done together. "I...have an idea...but...I don't know if you'd want to hear it…it'd make sense though and explains why your aunt attacked your mom…"

Trina sighed and looked at Spencer. "Just say it. It can't make me feel any worse than I do now."

Spencer didn't want to say it because he knew that most likely it was the truth and it'd make things bad between Trina and her mom again, just when things were beginning to heal. Trina didn't deserve all this strife. He knew what it was like not to have a mom. He didn't want Trina to go through that. But what choice did he have? It was too late to keep his speculation to himself and sooner or later, Trina would most likely find out anyway.

"Well...I'm not saying that this is what happened...I don't know. It's just speculation…."

"Spencer," Trina frowned, beginning to feel annoyed and impatient. "Just tell me."

"Alright, alright. What if...your mom is the one that told Taggert to take a step back for whatever reason...she convinced him that it was best to disappear out of your life so you can have a relationship with Curtis...and your aunt came up on the tail end and did what she did? I mean...obviously, your Aunt saw something...and your mom was right outside when you got that message...it kind of makes sense…"

Clear hurt was in Trina's eyes and her voice was full of tears, which made Spencer's heart hurt. "You think my mom was behind this?"

Spencer wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, wishing that he could soothe away her obvious pain. "I'm so sorry, baby...but I think she is. It makes sense...and I don't see any other reason why your aunt would go off the way she did. Let's face it...it is your mom's ammo…"

"But things were going so well between us...I had forgiven her and...why would she do such a thing knowing how much it'd hurt me? Does she not even care?"

Spencer hated that this was hurting Trina so much and it was coming on the heels of what they had just been through. All of this misery couldn't be good for either Trina or the baby.

"I don't think it's a matter of caring...she just thinks that she's doing what's best for you and Curtis and in her mind, what's best is if Taggert disappears for a bit. Everything else is irrelevant in her mind."

"But he's my dad! I mean, I want to get to know Curtis too, but he can never take Taggert's place! Whether he's in my life or not she had no right to interfere! No right at all! God, how can I even look at her now?"

"Trina...this is just speculation. I may be wrong. I hope I am…"

"No! No, you're not wrong. You're right because that is exactly what my mother would do! To hell with how I feel! To how her plans would affect my well-being! No, all she cares about is her happy perfect family with the father she wants me to have! I can't believe her!"

Trina pulled away and got up to pace. "How am I going to face her now? I mean, how am I going to fix this, because Dad won't listen to me now that my mom has gotten her claws into him! She had just ruined everything!"

Seeing that Trina was about to have a meltdown, Spencer got up and went over and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. He just held her as she cried against his chest for he didn't know how long. Finally, her tears did stop and she just stood there slumped in his arms, miserable and exhausted.

"Are you alright?" He asked, trying to gauge her emotional state.

"No. I don't think I'll ever be alright. Not really," Trina sniffed.

"Tell me what you need me to do and I'll do it. We can go anywhere, and do anything you want. Just say it."

"Can you get me out of Port Charles? I know it's last minute...and you have things to do...but…"

"Hey, nothing is more important than you. Yeah. I can get you out of Port Charles. We can go anywhere."

"You said you'd take me to see my grams...can we go there?"

Spencer paused, thinking over the request. He knew that his father had plans for him, including making therapy appointments...but Trina's needs came first for him and right now she needed to be away from all of this. She needed her grandmother, obviously. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back, his mind made up. "How long do you want to stay?"

"I don't know. A few days. I just...need to be away from here," Trina sniffed, keeping her face buried against Spencer's chest.

"OK...give me an hour, alright? An hour to get our things packed and I'll have us on a flight to Texas."

Trina pulled away and looked into his eyes and nodded. "Alright...but I can't see anyone right now...not even Aunt Gia…"

"I understand. Stay here, alright. I'll be back to pick you up. I won't tell a soul where to find you. Ok?" Spencer promised, rubbing her bare arms, not for the first time, marveling at how soft her skin was.

Trina simply nodded. Spencer smiled and kissed her long and deep, then he turned and rushed out of the gallery to complete some tasks before he could get Trina away from Port Charles and to a place where she would feel more relaxed.

…..

Gia and Nikolas were surprised to see Spencer heading for the front door with two suitcases. One for himself and the other for Trina.

"Spencer, did you find Trina? Why are you packed?" Nikolas frowned getting to his feet.

Gia too was alarmed. "Is that Trina's bag?"

Spencer took a deep breath. He had hoped to make it out of the house without seeing anyone, but that was obviously not going to be the case. "Look, I found Trina...but she doesn't want to come back yet. In fact...she doesn't want to see anyone. She wants me to take her somewhere that she can think...and that's what I'm going to do. In fact, Father I'm taking the jet."

"What the hell, Spencer? Don't you think you should talk to me first? There are things we have to do for tomorrow and the next day...how long are you going to be gone?" Nikolas stared at his son in disbelief.

"I know this is short notice, but Trina needs this and...I'm putting her first. After what I did, I think she deserves this. Especially after what happened this morning! Please, father. Don't fight me on this. We won't be gone for long."

"Where are you taking my niece?" Gia demanded to know.

"That's up to Trina to tell you," was the only answer Spencer would give.

"Nikolas! Make him tell me where he's taking my niece!" Gia turned to her ex, who gave a helpless shrug.

"I can't make him tell me anything. He's an adult now. Spencer...a week. I'll give you a week. In exchange, you're going to be expected to do some overtime. It's only fair. You have to learn responsibility and that you can't just drop things without consequences."

"Thanks, father!"

Nikolas and Gia watched as Spencer rushed out the door, eager to get back to Trina.

"I hope that he knows what he's doing," Gia watched as Nikolas called the Cassadine pilot and gave him instructions to follow whatever Spencer told him to do.

…..

Thirty minutes later, Trina and Spencer found themselves on board the private Cassadine jet, heading for Texas. Spencer wrapped an arm around Trina as she rested her head against his chest and finally drifted off to sleep, feeling exhausted from her emotions, yet safe, knowing that Spencer would take care of her from here on out.