The Way Things Should Be

by eventsco

The Way Things Should Be

Golden light filtered through lace curtains in an upstairs window of a 2-story brick house. The house was old, well older, and he knew she'd say it had character. Large oak trees surrounded it, extending their arms in a loving, fiery, autumnal embrace. The leaves were now a burnt orange and bright yellow and deep red. Trails of ivy wrapped around a white lattice front, accenting the old red brick. Bright yellow shutters complemented the houses style and brought out the quaint homey feeling of the wicker furniture on the front porch. Rows and rows and rows of brightly colored flowers bloomed along the base of the porch and house. Even in the dark he could make out their crimson, purple, and canary tones. She was the only person he knew that could get flowers to bloom in the middle of October.

But what was most surprising about this house this house that looked like it belonged in some old English novel was that it was planted in the middle of a busy Parisian street, like a sunflower growing wild and uninhibited among weeds. As soon as he saw it he knew she lived there.

He'd been standing outside of her house, across the street actually, for approximately 5 hours. And during those 5 hours he'd only left once, to get her a present and change out of suit and into his customary jeans, black t-shirt and leather jacket. Now all he had to do was work up the courage to knock on the door and give it to her. It was her birthday, after all. Or it would be in exactly one hour.

His face eagerly searched the lighted windows with the hopes of making out her form and, if he was lucky, her face. From his hiding place across the street hidden amidst trees, he'd seen her only once. It was an hour after he had arrived. She was getting her mail, and he felt like he was receiving a precious gift.

She was more beautiful than he remembered. Or maybe he just never really appreciated her beauty when he had her. He had a sinking suspicion that was it. Her hair when he last saw her was short and pixieish. Now it was long, so long. All the way to the middle of her back. In the short time he knew her, her hair was never that long. She had it styled in think large curls that framed her face.

God, her face! How could he have been so cruel as to say that it would have been easier to never see that face again?! Her face was a picture of goodness and beauty. It was more filled out from when he last saw her. But then again, when he last saw her she'd been crying and probably hadn't eaten in days. He could tell she had on makeup, (like she ever needed any), but it was subtly applied. She wore dark jeans that hugged her curves and a soft looking black sweater.

She looked like a gift from heaven. A gift he was slowly realizing he wanted back.

He quickly sucked in a breath of cold air as she walked by the window. As he eagerly stared out her shadowed form, his mind traveled back to what brought him here

His fiancé and he had traveled to France to get away from the drama of everyone else's lives. It seemed like a good idea. He just needed to get away and his fiancée, Courtney, picked France. Admittedly when that country first left her lips he inwardly cringed, but outwardly agreed.

They decided to forgo Paris, again Courtney's suggestion, but if she hadn't said it he was going to. Paris just held to many memories and feelings for him. So they headed for the French countryside. He picked a beautiful inn, for his beautiful fiancé.

The night they arrived was like something out of a fantasy, Courtney told him. And he agreed. Then again, he'd had little to compare it to. If she'd asked previously what his idea of a dream get-away was, he probably would have fed her some line about how anywhere with her was a dream. But now now that everything had happened he could be honest with himself. If she asked, he would have lied and all the while been picturing a picturesque New England beach with a beautiful petite brunette.

He jerked his thoughts away from Courtney briefly enough to register that someone was walking toward him. He glanced at his watch. It was 10. He'd been here since 5 in the evening and not once had she had a visitor. Why do you keep saying she? he asked himself. Just say her name, Jason! Say it you coward!

Robin, he whispered in to the cool evening air.

He studied the figure walking toward Robin's house, his senses on alert. His protective instincts brought to the surface. It was a woman, he realized, a familiar-looking woman.

The closer she got the more familiar she became. She had dark hair like Robin, delicate features, and an obvious inner strength.

The woman stopped in front of Robin's house and turned directly toward Jason. She seemed to stare right at him, but not see him.

His heart skipped a beat. He knew that woman. He'd seen pictures of her, in Robin's albums, at Mac's it was Anna Scorpio, Robin's dead mother.

Anna turned and let herself into Robin's house with a key. Jason, who had been leaning against a tall pine tree, let his knees weaken and slipped to the ground. Her mother was alive! The full weight of the idea hit him along with the realization at how much he lost when he threw her out of his life. He didn't even know. She never told him! How could she not tell him?

He laughed ironically at that thought. Why would she, he wondered. She owed him nothing. He tossed her out with the garbage and he had the nerve to feel affronted just now?! What the hell was wrong with him?

He drew his knees up and rested his head on them. How did he let things get this far? And not just with Robin, but with Courtney.

Again, his mind took him back to the previous evening. He and Courtney were lying in bed together. He remembered feeling an overwhelming sense of obligation and, what he thought was, love. He looked down on to adoring face and asked her to marry him a second time.

He smiled to himself as he recalled her shock and then her joy. She threw her arms around his neck and said yes. Shouted was more like it. Now that he thought about it, he was surprised her loudness hadn't brought back their overly attentive bellhop, Jean.

That morning, bright and early he arranged everything. The location, the dress and suit, cake all the details. It was to be the type of wedding he wanted in the first place private, intimate, no fuss.

He found a beautiful garden in the town they were staying in and arranged for a local priest to marry them. He even surprised Courtney by flying her brother, Sonny, and their friend and Sonny's wife, Carly, over from Port Charles.

He chuckled to himself. He and Courtney and come to Paris to escape Sonny and Carly, to get some well-deserved time to themselves. He had begun to feel like their whole relationship was based on Sonny and Carly's drama and antics. He recalled thinking that they needed to get away and see if their relationship could stand on it's own.

Jason's attention was again drawn to Robin's house. Thoughts of Courtney and their wedding left his head as quickly as the light in the downstairs living room turned on. He smiled. This room didn't have thick curtains. He could see Robin move around. Light a fire. Grab a book. Sit in a chair. Smile lovingly at her mother.

His chest tightened at the look of happiness he saw etched on her face. The last time he remembered seeing her that happy was during their first anniversary of Montauk. When he'd given her a ring, a ring that was supposed to symbolize and future and unspoken promises. Promises he'd broke. Sure, she'd been happy after that and since then, but it was at that evening that he remembered her truly shining. She was glowing that night.

He clenched his fists in anger anger at everyone, but mostly himself. He let her get away! He let unhappiness come into her life when he swore he never would. He hurt when all he ever wanted was to protect her.

Should he even be there? Did he even have a right? Would he even find a place to fit into the life she made for herself?

As these questions, and so many more swam through his head he began to doubt his coming. He should probably leave.

He stood up and brushed off his jeans as an image of Courtney dressed in cream silk flashed before his eyes and he knew he was right were he was meant to be.

Courtney had looked beautiful this morning. The dress he picked out for their wedding suited her so much more than that puffy white-number she picked out for their first attempt at matrimonial bliss.

His mind traveled back in time, only 6 hours ago. He was standing alone in the fragrant garden. He knew Courtney would be arriving at any minute. A slight rustling of newly fallen leaves caught his attention. He turned and looked over his shoulder.

The next part he remembered in slow motion. She was smiling and looking at him so lovingly. Courtney's face was glowing with life and happiness. He recalled admiring her appearance as she walked toward him.

But almost instantly Courtney's face disappeared and another was in it's place. It was the face of the girl he'd been watching for the last several hours. His heart contracted violently. His first instinct was to ask her what the hell she was doing there. But Robin was staring at him with such love and devotion that he couldn't do it and the next thing he knew, he was smiling back. He was taking her hands in his and staring down at her beautiful face like she was his lifeline, and wondering why he ever let her get away.

When Robin finally opened her mouth to speak and Courtney's voice issued from it, his head jerked violently and he was staring at Courtney again.

Jason was visibly shaken. He didn't know what was going on or what to think. He felt a little guilty as he remembered the first thought that went through his mind I'm becoming disillusioned as Sonny. Seeing women that aren't there. He tried not thinking about her, about the one that got away. Whenever Courtney inadvertently made him remember it was always with great pain. He was acutely aware that the only time he exhibited any burst of feeling was when he thought about his ex-girlfriend. Up to this point, he hoped that Courtney hadn't noticed.

He continued to stare at his fiancé as she gushed about the beauty and perfection of their wedding location. He managed to get out that they were expecting guests. The appearance of Sonny and Carly he thought would firmly plant in his mind that Robin wasn't here and Courtney was. He loved Courtney, didn't he?

Jason's mind was racing as the priest began the ceremony. Sonny and Carly were happily smiling at the 2 of them and Courtney was valiantly trying to fend off tears. The first words left the priest mouth as Courtney reached across the space separating them and took her hands in his.

It was such a simple and sweet gesture and Jason was lost. Courtney vanished, Robin appeared, and Jason's heart soared. For him, nothing changed. He was standing in the most romantic place in the world about to marry the woman of his dreams. Nothing could be better.

As the priest repeated the age-old words of love, Jason marveled at the woman before him. She was perfection itself. On impulse he brought their hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her engagement ring.

God, I love you, he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt a lone tear trickle down his cheek. I never thought this day would come.

He heard the girl before him sigh, but still his eyes remained closed. He wanted to savor every moment of marrying Robin. Etch it into his brain forever.

He opened his eyes slightly and managed to catch Sonny's eye. Sonny was smiling broadly at him. Carly was openly crying. Neither of them had ever seen Jason so free with his emotions, so open with his feelings.

He turned his eyes back to Robin. She smiled. He grinned and mouthed words of love. The priests eyes moved back and forth between the 2. The groom was obviously head over heels in love, while the bride looked emotional.

Jason, repeat after me, the priest said solemnly.

Jason nodded, his eyes never leaving Robin.

I Jason, take thee Courtney, the priest prompted.

Jason shot a puzzled glance at the man. What? He felt Robin grip his hands, but he stayed focused on the priest.

Confusion briefly crossed the priests face, but he repeated again. You need to repeat after me, Monsieur Morgan. I, Jason take thee Courtney.

Anger flashed across Jason's eyes. Why do you keep saying Courtney? Her name is Robin.

Jason sighed deeply at his wandering thoughts. He his doubts were gone. Any thought he had of leaving was out the window, so to speak. He picked up the birthday present that was at his feet and dusted it off. He smiled softly and his eyes glistened. He hoped she liked it.

He stared at the few remaining lights that were on in Robin's house. It was nearing midnight of October 12th. His original plan was to wait until the day of her birthday before he knocked on the door.

He absently wondered if Courtney was all right and if Sonny and Carly made it back to Port Charles okay. He never meant to hurt Courtney. She was a sweet girl, annoying at times, but that could have been the age difference between them. He really hoped she would be okay. Despite everything, he knew Courtney helped him. If it weren't for her, he probably wouldn't be here right now standing in front of Robin's house. She helped him realize that he could still love, that he missed love, that he wanted to love. Unfortunately for Courtney, it just wasn't her he wanted those things with.

After his grave mistake, or blessing in disguise depending on who you asked, chaos ensued. Courtney was opening crying and asking, Why? repeatedly. Carly was yelling screaming at him, telling him he was a fool. The poor priest looked shell-shocked and appalled and kept asking repeatedly, in French, what to do. Sonny, surprisingly, was okay. In fact, the more Jason thought about it, Sonny actually looked relieved. And a little sad.

Sonny thrust a wad of money in Jason's hand, whispered Robin's address in his ear and pushed him out of the garden. Only now, nearly 6 hours later was Jason wondering how Sonny knew were Robin was. Oh well, he thought, it doesn't matter. It got me here.

Here.it got him standing in front of Robin's house scared to death to ring her bell. He looked at his watch. It was 11:59pm. His heart began pounding loudly. He'd never, never been this nervous before. In fact, he wasn't sure if he'd ever been nervous.

He took a shaky breath and exhaled loudly. The hand that was holding her present was trembling and the hand that wasn't nervously straightened his clothes and smoothed his hair.

One foot in front of the other, he whispered encouragingly to himself. You can do this. You have to do this.

Hesitantly, he stepped out from his hiding place among the trees. He stared blankly at the front of her house. There was only one light on now. The living room downstairs. He positioned himself on the other side of the street so he could see inside the room. Robin was alone. He could tell she'd been reading. There was an open book in her hand. She was curled up in front of a happy fire, but she was staring off into space. The expression on her face was thoughtful and a little melancholy.

Jason whispered more encouraging words to himself then walked boldly across the street. Her birthday present rattled in his shaking hands and glared down at it.

He climbed onto the porch and stopped right in front of her shiny oak front door. His confidence soared when he realized that there wasn't any evidence of a peephole. He wasn't sure what he'd do if she knew she was staring at him through a little slit in the door and trying to decide whether or not to open it.

His eyes flitted from the ornate silver knocker shaped like Fleur de Lisle and the inviting doorbell to the right. Back and forth, back and forth.

Just pick one, you idiot, he hissed under his breath. The knocker. He only wanted her, and the doorbell might awaken her mother. He checked his watch again. Exactly midnight.

He knocked, timidly at first, but unsure if she heard he knocked again louder.

His ears, tuned to the sound of her feet, listened closely. He heard her footsteps, soft at first then louder. He heard the deadbolt slide away. Then the chain. He heart beating so fast and loud he was sure she could hear it through the thick oak door. He gripped her gift tightly to steady his nerves.

The door opened slowly. He glimpsed one jean-clad leg. He could tell her eyes were focused on the ground. He felt them as they slowly moved up his body. Over his black boots, his worn jeans, his tight fitting black t-shirt.

He swallowed hard. Their eyes met. His glistened with tears and spoke volumes of pain, love, apologies

Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. She sucked in a sharp breath. She tried to speak, but no words came out.

He held out her present, a small toy hardhat with small flowers tucked inside. For your birthday, he choked out.

Jason Morgan stood before her, trembling in...fear?! That can't be right. Jason Morgan wasn't afraid of anything! Especially not little Robin Scorpio.

Robin sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. This was the last person that she expected to see standing on her porch at midnight in the middle of October. His hand was tentatively outstretched, offering her a sweet little bright yellow plastic hardhat filled to the brim with daisies and pink roses.

For your-your birthday, he stuttered a second time.

Robin stared blankly at him. Her birthday? He came all the way across the deep blue ocean to bring her flowers on her birthday? Should she be flattered or annoyed at his audacity?

She woke up this cool October morning with not a care in the world. Okay, that wasn't exactly true. She had worries and problems, just like any normal human being living with HIV and trying to make a life for herself in a foreign country. But still, she woke up this morning with her only concern being whether or not she should go into the clinic on her day off.

When her mother showed up on her doorstep nearly a month ago she thought she'd experienced the ultimate shock. Sometimes she still didn't believe that her mother was alive and when she arrived unexpectedly in September, Robin could barely contain her joy.

She knew her mother was experiencing a great loss. There was nothing worse than losing a child. Robin learned that lesson the hard way. She knew her mother needed time to heal. Anna would never have been able to get over her loss if she stayed in Pine Valley. The constant reminders would have been too much for her. Robin knew that much. Thats why for the five years she'd been in Paris, she'd only lived in her current house for 3.

Having her mother live with her had been like a dream come true. They had so much to catch up on. Sure they'd kept in touch through phone calls, letter, and emails, but it just wasn't the same as having a face-to-face conversation. Deep down, Robin knew that Anna was here because she felt guilty over Leona's death and was trying to make up for it by being there for her. But, Robin didn't care. Whatever bought her time with her mother was worth it.

So, for the last several weeks mother and daughter had lived together in near perfect happiness. They had managed to reconnect on so many levels. When Robin first discovered her mother was alive and she visited her in Pine Valley, there was so much to tell her but there didn't see to be enough time. As the years passed and with her mother so far away, Robin just kept her memories and experiences to herself. Now, with Anna living with her, Robin was able to share everything that had happened to her in the years her mother was gone.

She shared with her mother all her memories of Stone, her pain of losing Jason and their tumultuous relationship. She talked about bitterly about Carly and with regret about AJ, but spoke with love about Sonny and Brenda and the little life that was so abruptly taken from her.

Her mother laughed, cried, and grew angry for and with her daughter. She couldn't believe the burden her child had to bear while she was away. Anna was appalled that people who claimed to love her daughter could treat her so pitifully. Though never voicing it, Anna vowed that if she ever had the privilege of meeting Jason Morgan it would be a meeting he would never forget.

So, this beautiful October day, when Robin woke up to take her pills the last thing on her mind was the man standing before her. It had taken years for her to get to that point. For so many months after she left Port Charles she awakened each morning sad for what she lost. For the longest time the first thing she thought about in the morning and the last thing she thought before she fell asleep was Jason.

Then she finally reached the point where he wasn't the first thing she thought about but still the last. Then he wasn't the last or the first but she still thought about him. And finally (she remembered the day like it was yesterday) she went through a whole day without ever thinking of Jason. She didn't dwell on their break up, didn't think about if he still loved her, didn't wonder if he meant his last words to her, didn't struggle to recall the shade of blue his eyes were she just lived, and she was happy. The next day, she realized what happened, and she'd been so relieved she cried. And then she cried some more because she felt like she lost him all over again.

That was exactly one year 3 months and 4 days ago. So she had 389 days of peace and here he was. She should have known it was too good to be true.

The 2 former lovers stared silently at each other, one in shock and the other scared out of his mind. Jason tried to read the look on Robin's face and in her eyes, but came up with nothing. This must be how people feel when they look at me, he thought morosely. His mind raced frantically. Should he say something else? Should he ask to come in? Should he have even bothered to come at all?

Jason opted to say something anything. It would have to be better than this horrific silence. Happy Birthday? he said, but it came out more as a question.

She still said nothing. Her eyes studied him closely. He could tell she was trying to decipher the reason for his visit, but he still couldn't figure out what she was feeling. Her eyes were totally void of any emotion and that scared the hell out of him. Hatred and anger he was expecting and felt he could deal with, but this-this nothing was ten times.

He recalled reading somewhere that the opposite of love was indifference and he had always disagreed. He always felt that the opposite of love was logically, hate. He certainly didn't love AJ or Ric or Alcazar. He felt the opposite hate. But now, staring into Robin's blank face he realized his mistake. At least hate negated some emotion and left the person feeling that maybe those feelings could be turned around. He knew Liz hated Ric, yet Ric was still hopeful because at least she still felt something for him even if it was hatred. If you were indifferent you felt nothing. And that was a terrible thing to realize. Did Robin feel nothing toward him?

Jason shuffled awkwardly on his feet and ran a hand through his short spiky hair. He sighed shakily and felt a large lump form in his throat. Was Robin going to make him stand here all night?

Robin watched Jason dance around on his feet and inwardly felt a secret bitter pleasure at the sight. She couldn't seem to form words right now and didn't care if he suffered through her silence.

She covertly positioned her right hand on the doorframe so she could see the time. It was 12:07am. She almost giggled out loud. Shed been standing here in silence for seven minutes! For her it seemed like only a few seconds but she was sure it felt like an eternity for Jason.

Robin knew that even if she could, she wasn't going to say anything. She was too scared to speak. She was afraid the wrong thing would come out. Like, I still love you, or I hate you, you bastard! How dare you show up now! No matter what she said she felt screwed, so she stayed quiet.

Jason watched Robin watch him and he knew instinctively that she wasn't going to say anything. He felt an overwhelming urge to cry. He hadn't cried since they broke up the last time.

He set the hardhat down on the porch floor, leaning it gently against the side of the house. He stood up and discreetly wiped at the stinging moisture that formed in his eyes. He knew as soon as she opened the door he shouldn't have come.

She raised her face and looked him straight in the eye. Her heart tripped in a familiar fashion at the startling blue of his eyes. She carefully masked all emotion. Slowly she grasped the cool metal doorknob with her left hand and never taking her eyes off his, she closed the door.

Jason opened his eyes and studied the peeling white paint on the ceiling above him. His mind traced over the spider-web cracks, again and again. They were the same cracks he stared at for 4 hours last night, or rather early this morning. He turned his head slightly to the left, without moving his body and stared blankly at his watch. It told him it was only seven in the morning. He got only a fitful 3 hours of sleep.

He stared back up at the ceiling of his hotel room. When he checked in the previous night he was so out of it that he didn't even realize what a dive the place was. The paint wasn't only peeling on the ceiling, but also on the walls. The carpet was an unidentifiable color maybe gray or blue or beige and had several large unattractive brownish stains. The bed he was laying on was the only saving grace of the whole room. The comforter, though obviously old, was clean and the sheets smelled like soap.

The longer he stared at the pattern of white paint the more blurry his eyes seemed to get. He blinked hard and slow. That was better. The cracks were back in place and crystal clear.

For hours after leaving Robin's house he just lay in the bed and stared. He was to stunned to move or think. So he didn't. He was just still. He didn't change his clothes, or even take off his jacket or shoes. He walked into the room and lay down and hadn't moved for 7 hours.

She didn't say a word. Not one single word. Not even Hi, or Leave. He still couldn't believe it, though he couldn't figure out why he was so surprised. What did he expect? For her to jump into his waiting arms? To bursts into tears of joy and speak words of love? Yeah right.

But deep down in the recesses of his heart thats what he secretly expected. Oh, he didn't think she would really do any of those things, but it was what he was hoping and wishing for. Instead, she just closed the door on him.

Part of him wished she would have slammed it, really gave it a good whack and shook the walls of her pretty little house. It pissed him off that she was so calm and indifferent. It was like he wasn't even worth the effort of getting mad at.

He sat up suddenly. She was treating him like she used to treat Carly! He remembered her ignoring all of Carly's snide remarks and little digs. Robin just brushed them off like they were nothing. Robin even told him once that Carly wasn't worth it. Was that how it was with him now? Was he not worth it?

Jason rubbed his face wearily. Who could blame her if that was the case. He went nearly five years without a word or a phone call and then had the nerve to show up and expect to be welcomed with a smile? If he were honest with himself he'd know that if their positions were reversed and she had shown up weeks ago in Port Charles expecting just to be his friend, he would have laughed in her face. Or ignored her like she did him.

He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. His body was sore from the hard mattress and the tense position in which he slept. He absently felt his pockets for his cell and wallet. They were still there.

He walked over the cracked mirror above the old rotting dresser and stared at his reflection. He looked like hell. His short hair was sticking up all over the place. His eyes were red rimmed with dark circles shadowing them and his skin was pale. He snickered bitterly. If thats what he looked like standing on Robin's porch, no wonder she turned him away.

Was it too early to book a flight out of here? He wondered. He looked at his reflection again and wondered where he would go. He couldn't go back to Port Charles. Not yet. He wasn't ready to deal with Courtney and Carly. He didn't have any were else to go, not when everything he wanted was right here in Paris.

His cell rang loudly, causing him to jump. Who would be calling him? He tentatively reached for it and looked at the caller ID: it was Sonny. He crinkled his forehead slightly, wasn't it like one in the morning in Port Charles?

Yeah, he croaked.

Hey Jason, Sonny's voice responded. Jason felt immediate relief. For the briefest of moments he feared it was Carly or worse, Courtney.

Hey. Jason didn't know what to say. He had a feeling this wasn't a business call and he wasn't quite sure if he could admit defeat to his best friend.

So...uh, how are. Sonny floundered. Obviously he was at a loss for words too.

Are you calling to ask me how things went with Robin? Jason asked in his usual blunt manner.

Yeah, I am.

Oh.

Sonny listened to his friend sigh deeply and not expand on his one word comment. In Jason's silence, Sonny could read his friends disappointment and pain.

Listen, Jason. I don't need to know what happened. It's not my business. I was just calling to make sure you found her place okay he paused slightly. And to tell you not to give up, man. Things probably didn't go the way you expected and to be honest I knew they wouldn't. You just need to remember why you're there, and who you are. The Jason Morgan I know is not one to give up. He's a fighter. Thats all I wanted to say.

Jason felt his throat constrict and he coughed to try and ease the overwhelming emotion he was feeling. How on earth did Sonny know that was what he needed to hear right now. Thanks Sonny.

No problem. Good luck, man.

Thanks.

Oh, and Jason?

Yeah?

Sonny hesitated before speaking. He wasn't sure how much he should say or how to put it. I know you were probably wondering how I knew her address off the top of my head like that and I can't tell you. It's not the time or my place. But I will tell you this. If you hurt her again...Jason, I swear to God, you'll have to answer to me.

Jason's eyes widened at the obvious threat Sonny issued. His mind swirled with a thousand unanswered questions. First and foremost, how long had Sonny been keeping in touch with Robin and why didn't he tell anyone? And why was he being more protective of a girl living thousands of miles away than of his own sister, whom Jason had left at the alter the previous night?

But Jason heard and processed the finality of Sonny's words. He wouldn't answer any questions Jason had of him. So instead Jason said, Okay. Point taken. I'll call you later.

He clicked his cell shut and put back in his pocket. He glanced at his reflection again and noticed a slight change. His eyes were brighter and his skin not so pale. Sonny's call had infused some life back in him.

Sonny was right. He was a fighter. He wasn't one to give up and he wasn't going to start now. Robin may have turned him away last night, but it was a new day. And he wasn't going to stop until she gave him a chance to present his case.

Robin squinted into the annoyingly bright yellow sunshine that was glaring happily down upon her. She groaned loudly and rolled over in her bed. She scowled at her bedside clock and reached over and shut off her alarm just as it was going off. She hated the damn thing.

She sat up and rubbed roughly at her eyes. A half glass of water rested beside her bed. Mechanically, she picked it up along with the myriad of pills she had to take each morning. She quickly downed the cocktail and grimaced. She knew she needed the pills, but there were days she really resented them.

She did not wake up in a good mood today. It was probably due to the fact that she spent half the night tossing and turning and trying to get the picture of Jason Morgan out of her mind. Every time she turned out her light and closed her eyes all she saw was him. And she hated it.

She tried reading dry old medical journals to bore her to sleep. It didn't work. She tried listening to Enya nothing. Her last resort was a sleeping pill, but she hated taking those because of her regular meds. She took enough pills everyday of her life; she hated adding another. But last night she did and it was worth it. She fell asleep almost instantly.

Unfortunately her dreams were plagued with a certain brooding blue eye Adonis. She tried running from him in her dreams but it didn't work. It was like he was everywhere.

She got out of bed, banishing all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend to the dark empty corners of her mind. She had a life to live and a job she enjoyed and a mother she loved. Jason Morgan was one thing she didn't need.

An hour later and much happier she tripped down the stairs. She had a smile on her face and was feeling much better. Her long hot shower really helped and she managed to devise a game plan, with regards to Jason. Plus, she told herself, todays my birthday. I don't have to work. I have every reason in the world to be happy.

She went into the kitchen to boil water for her morning tea. She knew her mother wouldn't be up for hours. Robin was an early riser and Anna liked her sleep. She never saw her mother before eleven.

Robin busied herself in the kitchen preparing a light breakfast. She placed w featherlight croissants, a small palette of butter, a dollop of jam and some fresh strawberries on a silver tray. She expertly prepared her tea and placed it prettily on the tray next to food. She smiled at the arrangement and then giggled to herself. She sometimes took pleasure in the silliest things.

Slipping her some shoes she found in the hall, she carried her tray to the front door. On cool mornings, she liked to eat her breakfast on her porch. It was the best time of day in Paris. The sun was rising and the streets were still quiet. This particular morning, her favorite wicker loveseat and blanket seemed to call to her from outside. On her way out the door she grabbed the book she was currently reading Chinua Achebes Things Fall Apart. So far, she loved it.

With her eyes on her tray and her seat she walked on to the porch, completely missing a white cardboard box that was beside the hardhat Jason left the night before. She set her tray down on the white table by the loveseat turned back around to close the front door when her eyes landed on the flowers Jason brought and the box next to it.

She tried desperately to stop the unwelcome flutterings in her stomach. She did not want to get sentimental of Jason Morgan. But the little toy hardhat was just too cute. The daisies and roses were spilling out over the top and looked like they were winking at her.

She sighed and tried to look irritated. It didn't work. Last night she may have been mad, but now all she saw was sweet romantic gesture. She brought the 2 items to her table and set the flowers by her tray. Part of her hated herself for liking Jason's gift and the other half just didn't care.

She snuggled into her seat and looked at the box. She could tell from the size, type, and smell that it was from a bakery. In fact, the box was still a little warm. She frowned slightly. It was only a little after 8. When on earth could this have been dropped off? Her eyes scanned the immediate area around her house and across the street. She didn't see anyone.

A twinge of guilt settled on her conscious. She knew instinctively it was from Jason and she felt really bad knowing that when he dropped it off he must have saw his gift from the previous evening still untouched on the porch.

She bit her lower lip. Her sensible brain told her not to feel guilty and that if he felt bad seeing his cute hardhat on the front porch, he deserved it.

She slowly opened the box and stared down at it's contents. Tears welled up in her eyes. She tried really really hard to hold them back, but one traitorous droplet fell down her cheek and splashed on her hand.

Inside her bakery box was the most delicious beautiful looking chocolate cake she'd ever seen. But it was the writing on top that caused the tears. In pink frosting, scrolled across the top was Happy 26th, Robin. You're better than the best.

She brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs. What was he trying to do to her? She worked so damn hard to get where she was today and all he has to do is show up with a plastic hardhat and a chocolate cake and she's a blubbering idiot, she thought to herself.

From across the street, hidden among the same trees as the night before Jason watched Robin open his cake. It took a lot of convincing to get the baker he found to make it right away.

He squinted his eyes as he peered over at her. Was she crying? She had set the box down at her feet, pulled her knees up to her chin, wrapped her arms around her legs and was shaking. Jason's fists clenched in frustration. Couldn't he do anything right? He didn't mean for the cake to make her cry, he thought it would be a nice gesture. He knew chocolate cake was her weakness. He smiled evilly to himself. Since he met her and together they'd discovered how much more fun you could with cake than eating it, it had been his weakness too.

No, he whispered to himself, she's just been my weakness. My only weakness.

He watched her cry into her bent knees and tried to decide what to do. Should he go to her? Her head tipped to the side and he could see the anguish on her face and knew he couldn't just watch.

He quickly walked across the street. He knew Robin couldn't see him. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was turned away from him.

He quietly stepped onto the porch. Robin was so small that there was plenty of room left on the loveseat. He sat down gently, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

Robin felt someone sit next to her. She didn't have to look to know who it was. She could sense him anywhere. His strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and he pulled her onto his lap. She didn't let go of her knees, but did let herself fall into his chest.

She nestled against his hard body and leaned her head in the crook of his neck. She kept her eyes closed but inhaled his scent. She tried her best to stifle a sight of contentment, but it didn't work. Through her tears, it came out sounding like a gasping sob.

He had forgotten how perfectly she fit in his arms. She was curled up in a ball on his lap and he could wrap his arms all the way around her and bury his head in her hair. He could tell she still used the same floral shampoo. The silky smooth strand of her hair felt like heaven on his cheek.

She had forgotten how safe it felt to be in his arms. She leaned her body closer to his and whispered his name. She couldn't get her tears to stop. Why did this have to feel so good? So perfect? Robin waged a silent inner battle with herself. She knew that she needed to pull away and put some distance, but it had been so long since anyone held her close and made her feel like she was special.

Jason kissed the top of her head. He'd been a fool to think that what he felt for Courtney was love. This was love. She was love. He squeezed her gently, never wanting to let her go, and whispered into her chestnut hair, I love you.

As soon as the words left his lips, he felt Robin stiffen in his arms. He loosened his grip on her and she scooted off his lap. Keeping her back to him she kept her body closed off and straightened out her hair.

Jason silently berated himself. He knew he shouldn't have let those precious words leave his lips, but he couldn't help himself. Having Robin in his arms again threw all practical thoughts out his mind and all he could do was speak from his heart.

Robin steadfastly refused to turn and look at him. She couldn't. She was too afraid of what she might do. His whispered words of love were like food for her soul and at the same time they felt like a stab in the back. Especially when she knew deep in her hear that he didn't mean them.

Jason reached out and cautiously touched her back. Robin, he whispered. I know

Jason, she interrupted him, I think you need to go.

The sound of her voice shocked him. It was so empty. But, I

Now. Thank-you for the gifts, she continued coldly, the cake looks lovely. I'm sure my mother will enjoy it.

Your mother? But I got it for

I don't want to have to ask you again. Please go.

Anger was building like a tidal wave inside Jason. She wasn't even letting him finish his sentences. No, damn-it! I won't go! I didn't come here to fight with you. I didn't com here to make you cry, he practically shouted. I came-

Then why did you come? she asked, keeping her voice level and void of emotion. She whipped her body and around and faced him. Her cheeks were red and flushed, her eyes pink from crying.

I came because I realized that I I wasn't he paused, struggling for the right words. He tried to grab her hand, but she moved away. Damn-it, Robin! I came because I realized that I need you in my life, he ran his fingers threw his hair. I don't even have a life unless you're with me.

Robin's flushed cheeks paled. Her lower lip trembled, but she steadied her emotions. You don't need me, she stated calmly.

He shook his head angrily. Yes I do!! I love you!!

No you don't.

Jason's face burned with heat and anger. He was trying desperately to keep a tight rein on his emotions, but her calm matter-of-fact manner was starting to get to him. He studied her pale face and blank eyes. A coldness settled in his gut, like a bucket of ice water hit his stomach. She meant what she was saying, he realized. This wasn't just a ploy to get him to leave her alone. What had happened to her to make her this empty? he wondered. Another shock of iciness hit him, and he knew. It was him.

He stood up slowly. I know what I feel, Robin. I love you. He walked down the porch and could feel her eyes following him. He turned back around. And I'm going to do everything I can to make you see it.

Anna wandered sleepily down the stairs in search of her daughter. She checked the bedroom, kitchen and living room but she was nowhere to be found. Anna knew she got the day off for her birthday, so she wasn't at work.

She popped her head in the kitchen and noticed Robin hadn't cleaned up her breakfast mess, which was unusual. In fact, Anna couldn't find any evidence that Robin had actually eaten anything. Fear plucked at Anna's heartstrings. Her daughters health was so important to her.

She knew Robin enjoyed her breakfast on the porch so it was the next logical place to look. She opened the front door and found her daughter wrapped tightly in a blanket sitting on her loveseat. She had a vacant look on her face and Anna could tell she'd been crying.

All Anna's protective, motherly instincts rushed forward. Someone hurt her daughter. Someone made her daughter cry. She rushed forward and sat down next to Robin.

Robin, baby, are you okay? she whispered softly. She smoothed her hair back from her eyes and placed a kiss on her flushed cheek.

Robin turned her attention to her mother and the look in her eyes nearly broke Anna's heart. Her eyes were so pain filled and sad. Robin's eyes overflowed with fresh tears and she put her head on Anna's chest. Oh mama! she sobbed.

Shocked at hearing Robin call her by a name she hadn't used since she was a little girl, Anna gently pulled the young woman close and held her while she cried. She whispered soothing words of comfort. It's okay, luv. I'm here.

Robin thought she was done crying over Jason Morgan. She hadn't cried over him in nearly 3 years. Seeing him that morning brought all the pain back and she felt like her heart was ripped from her all over again. She was crying for missed opportunities, broken promises, regrets, and a secret buried in a small Parisian cemetery.

After several minutes, Robin calmed down and her tears ceased. She sighed deeply and felt her mother rub her back soothingly. I love you, mom, she said softly.

I love you too, baby. Anna hesitated before continuing.

Do you want to tell me what this was about?

Robin sat up and scooted away from her mother so she could face her fully. She looked down at her hands and fingered the cameo ring on her left hand. She raised her gaze to her mother and pointed to the bakery box and hardhat that were on the floor by her feet.

Anna reached down and picked them up. I'm sorry honey but I don't understand. She opened the box and looked at the writing on the cake. Oh, Robin. Thats such a sweet gesture. Is it from-

It's from Jason, mom. They both are. He was here, Robin whispered.

To say Anna was mad was an understatement. She was furious, especially because it appeared that she missed her chance to tell her daughters jerk of an ex-boyfriend what she really thought of him. She paced back and forth and tried to control her comments. Her first reaction was to call him every name in the book, but seeing the look of anguish on her daughters face stopped her. Anna stared at her daughter intently. Robin you don't still do you. She paused and studied Robin closely. You love him, she stated matter-of-factly.

Robin's eyes widened considerably. No! she cried. Of course not. You think after all this time, all these years, after all he did that I still love him?! Thats ridiculous!

Anna sat down again and took Robin's trembling hands in her own. You do. I can tell. But he doesn't deserve it.

Robin stared down at their joined hands, they were so much alike, and considered her mothers words. Was it a case of protesting too loudly? Did she still love him? She quickly pushed the question she wasn't prepared to answer out of her hand and seized her mothers last comment. You're right. If theres one thing I've learned is that Jason doesn't deserve me. He treated me like garbage and I deserve better.

Anna smiled secretly. The avoidance of her feelings for Jason also went noticed. Robin, I don't know him. I only know what you've told me and what Brenda's told me. But I don't like him and if I ever see him, he's gong to get an earful from me.

Robin smiled sadly. I know. Part of me wants to track him down and let you at him. She giggled suddenly. God that would be funny!

Anna laughed. Do you want to? I still have contacts with WSB, we can do it, she joked, yet half serious.

No. Thats okay. Not now. Will you just get rid of this stuff for me? I'll take the flowers to the clinic tomorrow. I don't care what you do with the cake. Eat it, toss it I just don't want to see it right now.

Anna took a pleasure in dumping his sickly sweet cake down the drain and running the garbage disposal, wishing all the while she could get her claws into the man that made her daughter so sad.

She tried her best to make the remainder of Robin's birthday a success. Brenda arrived unexpectedly from England, and 2 women rallied around Robin to raise her spirits. Brenda suggested that Robin take a few weeks off work and come to visit her in London. Anna heartily agreed and tried to encourage her daughter to leave for awhile. But Robin didn't want to. She was determined to let Jason know that he didn't have any affect on her. She felt that leaving would be running away, and she didn't run away from anything.

After Jason left Robin's house he wandered around the streets of Paris, trying to decide what to do. He told Robin he was going to do everything in his power to make her see he loved her now and loved her always. Jason planned on making good on his promise; he just wasn't sure how to do it.

It nearly broke his heart in 2 when he realized the depth of pain he caused Robin. All his actions and words not only hurt her, but also made her convinced that he never really loved her. That was all about to change, if he had anything to do with it.

After a day of wondering around Paris, and seeing Robin everywhere he looked, Jason returned to the hotel he was staying at. He paid his bill and checked out. He had a feeling he was going to be in Paris for quite awhile, so he needed a more permanent residence.

During his ramblings he found an old studio apartment to rent. The windows gave him a view of the Eiffel Tower and the Seine and there was ample room for his belongings. Forever the minimalist, the apartment suited Jason perfectly. The large main room had cream walls with the buildings original molding. Hardwood floors glistened and the appliances in the kitchen were brand new, in contrast to the old feeling of the building. He paid and exorbitant amount of money to his elderly landlady to have the place furnished by the time he returned.

Jason had a plan. He knew he need to get Robin's trust back first and foremost and the best way he could think of doing that was admitting to his past mistakes.

The next morning Robin awoke and quickly readied herself for work. She was glad to be getting back to the clinic. The 2 days she had off were nice, but too much was going on and she needed a place to keep her mind off Jason. Brenda was going to stay in Parish with her for a few weeks. Robin knew that Anna was behind this and that the 2 women were conspiring to keep her mind Jason-free, and she was grateful.

After a hurried breakfast and a quick note to Brenda and her mother, she was ready to go. She snatched her coat and gloves from the hall closet, knowing it was going to be a chilly walk to work, and remembering the flowers from Jason she grabbed those too. There was a young woman at the clinic she treated every Monday that loved daisies. She knew that Claudia would love the arrangement.

Robin opened her front door and paused when she saw the thick cream-colored envelope with her name on it. She recognized the handwriting immediately. Doesn't he every give up, she sighed, very irritated.

She picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a small matching slip of paper. It read, I'm sorry for letting you go. Love, Jason. Robin read it over 3 times, feeling a little puzzled. She crumpled it up, prepared to throw it away, but changed her mind and slipped it in her pocket.

On her walk to work she thought about Jason's note. It was unexpected and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She reached the clinic and pushed her thoughts aside. She loved her job. The road to becoming a doctor was a difficult one, but she never regretted it. At times she faced prejudice because of her HIV status, but for the most part she found acceptance. Patients and fellow doctors alike couldn't help but admire her when they witnessed her dedication and total devotion to helping people. In medical school she realized she wanted to deliver babies, so she became an OB/GYN. She was currently working at a clinic that helped unwed mothers and specialized in HIV pregnancies.

The nurse at the front desk smiled when she saw Dr. Robin Scorpio walk in. Dr. Scorpio always treated her like an equal, unlike some of the other doctors who saw nurses as subordinates.

Robin was about to walk by the desk when the nurse called to her. Dr. Scorpio, wait please. This was left for you. She held out a cream-colored envelope, the same as the one in her pocket.

Robin stared at the nurse and the envelope. A faint blush rose to her cheeks. The nurse smiled knowingly. A handsome young man dropped it off for you. He had the most beautiful eyes.

Robin came out of her daze and shook her quickly. Thank-you Sophie. She took the envelope and hurried into the lounge. She set her purse on the round table in the middle of the room and quickly opened the envelope. The slip of paper read, I'm sorry for taking you for granted. Love, Jason.

Robin's hear skipped a beat, and she took a deep breath. What was he doing? She walked to her locker and opened it to find a third envelope sticking out. She reached for it, with a trembling hand, as the door opened and another doctor walked in.

Oh, hello Dr. Scorpio, I trust you had a pleasant birthday.

Robin turned and smiled at the older grandfatherly man who addressed her. Yes, thank-you. Dr. Simon, I did.

The man eyed the envelope in her hand. I hope you don't mind, I put that in your locker. An eager young man came by and wanted me to give it to you.

No, I don't mind. Thank-you. She stared expectantly at the envelope.

Dr. Simon laughed. Well, open it!

Robin smiled. I think I will. She nervously ripped into the envelope and pulled out the familiar paper. The note said, I'm sorry for putting everyone and everything else in my life above you, especially my job, Sonny, Cary and Michael. Love, Jason.

Hot tears filled her eyes. She couldn't believe he wrote that! She didn't think he'd ever admit it, let alone say it. She turned from the doctor as a small tear fell. She quickly put her purse and coat in her locker. She didn't know what Jason was up to but she had to admit, whatever it was it was starting to work.

2 weeks and 3 days passed (not that she was counting) since she last saw Jason in person. In that time she received numerous I'm sorry notes. 33 to be exact (not that she was counting or anything). His range of things to be sorry for was so broad that Robin found herself laughing hysterically over one and then fighting to hold back tears over the next. Her favorite was I'm sorry for eating all your chocolate the time you went to visit Brenda at the cottage. Love, Jason. The one that made her cry the hardest was, I'm sorry throwing your love for me back in your face and not being strong enough to fight for you. Love, Jason. The most romantic was I'm NOT sorry for waking up every morning seeing your beautiful face or going to sleep each night only to dream of holding you in my arms. Love, Jason.

She received his random in notes in the oddest places work, taped to a tree, from the waiter at the café she always ate at, Brenda even gave her one. She had absolutely no idea how he managed to get Brenda of all people to give her one of his notes, but he did. She was pretty sure Brenda had no idea what she was doing either.

But now, since it had been 17 days she last laid eyes on him, she was getting anxious. So on this beautiful crisp October morning, on her way to work, she taped a pink piece of paper to her porch with his name on it. It said Thanks.

Jason read her response to his 2-week assault of apologies with a smile. It may have been one word but it was a word that gave him hope.

When Brenda arrived in Paris for Robin's birthday she hadn't planned on staying more than a couple days. Now it was nearly Halloween and she hadn't left yet. Robin's sporadic mood swings were keeping her around. She knew that Anna was concerned too. One minute Robin would come home from working literally glowing with happiness and the next second she would look like she was near tears. Every time Brenda or Anna approached her about it she merely blew it off as hormones. But her friend and mother didn't buy it. There was something going on.

Brenda wandered lazily into the kitchen and found Anna staring blankly into a cup of coffee. There was a small bouquet of yellow carnations sitting on the table. Her eyes flicked from the sweet smelling flowers to Anna and she knew.

I'll go with you if you want me to, Brenda offered quietly. I'd like to goII uh, haven't been there this trip.

Anna looked up at her with pain filled eyes. Thanks. I'd like that. She gently touched one of the flowers. Her voice cracked when she spoke, You know um, she used to call yellow carnations sunflowers. Robin never corrected her or had the heart to show her a real sunflower.

A small tear ran down Brenda's cheek. I know, she let out a shaky breath. I hate Luis for what he did to me and Sonny and Jax, but he, uh...he gave her, her first sun flower. And she really loved him, Brenda's voice broke. He was bastard, but he cared for that little girl.

Anna placed her hand over the younger woman's. I know. Robin told me. She was so broken up when she thought you were gone, and when she moved to Paris and saw you very much alive it meant so much to her. She told me about all the people who helped her when she found out. Sonny, you, Luis, and even eventually Carly, Anna laughed bitterly. Ironies of all ironies. Carly, of all people, eventually helped Robin and Jason Morgan was nowhere to be found. Anna shook her head angrily, but turned her attention back to Brenda. She told me how much it meant to have her best friend with in the delivery room and how much it meant that Luis let you and how despite everything he did he cared for Robin and Anna's voice trailed off as her tears came. Brenda was openly crying at Anna's words.

Anna quickly wiped her face and smiled bravely. Anyway, lets go. No more tears today, Brenda. She stood up and linked her arm through Brenda's.

They walked quietly and quickly to the small cemetery that was only a few blocks from Robin's house. The 2 women made their way to a far corner next to a large autumnal oak tree. Underneath the tree, and nestled midst a bed of newly fallen crimson and canary leaves was a small rose-colored tombstone. It was obvious by the small marble angel on top and the odd-looking stuffed fish beside it, that it was the grave of a child.

A couple of feet across from the tombstone was a matching rose-colored bench. Anna and Brenda sat down together on the cold marble bench. Anna leaned over slightly and set her bouquet of carnations in the metal vase attached to the base of the tombstone.

I brought you sun flowers, baby, whispered Anna. I also brought Aunt Brenda. She missed you too, so we came to see you.

Brenda squeezed Anna's hand comfortingly. Hey baby girl. I missed you. I know it's been awhile, but I haven't forgotten about you. I'm here visiting your mama right now. She's working so I came with grandma to visit. Brenda stopped talking abruptly, her voice thick with emotion.

Jason was wandering aimlessly around Robin's neighborhood waiting for her to get off work. The small note that she left made him eager to see her in the hopes that shell actually want to see him.

About 3 blocks from Robin's house he came upon a hidden cemetery. The entrance was hidden behind several large trees and the gate was almost invisible from the road. Intrigued by the old-fashioned appearance of the cemetery, Jason went inside.

It was like entering another world. It was completely silent inside the gate. The bustling streets of Paris were hidden from view and the large trees surrounding it muffled the sounds. He stepped quietly, for fear of breaking the holy silence the permeated the place.

Every tombstone was well cared for, he noticed. Most cemeteries were home to a few neglected ones, but it was evident that every single grave was specially cared for.

He made his way slowly around the outer edge, studying each grave. In a back corner he noticed 2 dark-haired women sitting together on a small bench in front an even smaller grave. They were the only 2 people there besides him. He could hear the soft tones of talking and sniffling as though one of the women were crying. He didn't want to intrude on their grief, so he turned to go. At the same time one of the women turned her face slightly and Jason stared at her in amazement. It was Brenda! He looked closer at her companion and he recognized her from Robin's house, it was her mother Anna. What were they doing here?

Still not wanting to be disrespectful, but feeling extremely curious, he made his way stealthily to them. He stayed behind them, so he wasn't noticed. He managed to get close enough to hear snippets of their conversation.

Your mom showed us your finished scrapbook. The one she was making before before Brenda stuttered slightly. Anyway, you would love it, baby girl. It's all in yellow and purple and covered in fish, just like you like. Big blue and green and yellow fish with smiles.

The cover has a starfish and a seahorse, too, added Anna. It's like a big underwater paradise.

Her mom? Jason wondered. He had a sinking suspicion he knew whom they were talking about (who else do Brenda and Anna have in common), but his brain wouldn't let him complete the thought. He shuffled his feet a little and accidentally stepped on a fallen twig.

Anna heard a crack behind her whipped her head around. Her face contorted in anger and reddened. Brenda, noticing the change in Anna, turned also. She gasped loudly. "Jason!

They both stood up, effectively blocking his view the grave. Brenda was so shocked she couldn't form words and Anna was so angry she was momentarily silenced.

Ummm I .uhI didn't, uh mean to Jason's bumbling words were cut short the sudden contact Anna's palm made with the side of his face. She slapped him! And hard!

She raised her hand again and in quick succession slapped him 2 more time, and with just as much force. Jason was stunned. His cheek was stinging and his eyes were actually watering. He was certain he had a red palm imprint on the side of his face. For such a delicate-looking woman she was strong.

He stared at Anna and saw murderous rage in her eyes and for the first time in his short life he felt a twinge of fear for another person. He had no doubt that if Anna had a gun she would shoot him.

That was for my daughter," Anna yelled, "and for me, and for

Anna! Brenda interrupted loudly. She pulled on her arm. Lets go. Anna remained firm, so Brenda tugged again. Anna, lets go! He's not worth it. You know Robin wouldn't want you to. Lets go. Brenda pulled her again and she finally weakened. With a last angry glare at Jason, both women quickly left.

Jason, still slightly shocked, watched the 2 women walk away. As soon as they left the cemetery he turned back around and to look at the tombstone they were talking to.

His breath stopped and he felt physically ill. He read the words on the grave five times, each time hitting a little harder in the gut.

Sophie Roberta Morgan-Scorpio

1999-2001

Beloved

Morgan-Scorpio?! Born in 1999?! His knees gave out, they couldn't hold his weight anymore, and he fell to the hard earth. On the way down he hit his knee on the hard marble bench, but the pain didn't register nor did the tear in his jeans or the blood.

He reached out and gently traced the words of his daughters name. The carving in the marble was cold and smooth. He knew with certainty that Sophie was his daughter. He knew like he knew how to breathe in and out. There was no doubt in his mind.

He felt tears fall down his face and he couldn't stop them. Never before had he felt such complete physical pain. His chest ached and he couldn't get enough oxygen. This must be what dying feels like, he thought briefly.

He heard a strangled sound, and realized it came from him. Sobs broke from his body and he cried loudly. He covered his mouth with his hands to try and stifle the emotion, but it didn't work. Still on his knees, he rested his head on the tombstone of his daughter and wrapped his arms around the cold marble and cried.

I wanted to call and let you know I'm running a little late, Robin said into her cell. She tightened her black wool coat around her slender body and she listened to Brenda's response. Okay No, thats okay. You guys go on without me. Yeah No, if I get done at reasonable time I'll just meet you and Mom there Alright. Okay Robin sighed in obvious frustration. Brenda hadn't bothered to hide her concern for her friend, which Robin appreciated, but it was starting to get a little old. Brenda! Stop and listen. I have some work to finish up and I'll be home later. I know you guys are going out and if I get done before you get home I'll find you. I'm fine, I'm not upset, and I don't need a babysitter. I'll see you at home...I know you care.Bye.

She clicked her phone shut and sighed deeply. She didn't meant to be so short with Brenda, but she wasn't letting up. Robin slipped on her gloves and wrapped her fuchsia scarf around her neck. It was a very cool evening, almost cold, and the walk to the cemetery would take awhile.

A twinge of guilt plucked at Robin's conscious, as she briskly walked toward her destination. She knew she could have told Brenda that she was going to the cemetery and not working late, but she didn't want any company and she was afraid her overly concerned friend would have insisted on accompanying her.

The cold wind bit at her cheeks and Robin shivered slightly. She rounded the corner at the end of the street and paused, like she always did. Her eyes landed on the entrance to her daughters final resting place, like they always did. She teared up, like she always did, and just as quickly brushed them away.

With her head down, she walked quickly to the entrance of the cemetery and made her way to the back corner were her daughters grave located. Keeping her eyes focused on the ground in front of her, she didn't notice her surroundings or realize that she wasn't alone.

She sat down on the bench in front of Sophie's grave and heaved a deep sigh. She reached out and traced the name of her daughter on the cold marble, unknowingly in the same way Jason had only a few short hours ago.

Oh, sweetie, Robin whispered. I miss you so much. She leaned forward and buried her face in her hands. It had been 2 years and the pain was still there. Her body trembled slightly with pent-up emotion. She tried desperately to hold back her tears, but it was too hard. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, she sobbed.

Tentatively, 2 strong hands clasped her shoulders, and Robin jumped. She wiped her eyes and her body stiffened. She knew those hands. She would know them anywhere. She wiggled free and stood up to face him. Her eyes, still on the ground, traveled slowly up his body. His dark jeans were torn at one knee and it was evident by the dark red stain that he had been bleeding. His shirt was crumpled and his jacket was open. But it was his face that caused her to gasp.

His face was a mixture of red and white and was tear-stained. His eyes were blood shot, and she saw complete misery and pain reflected in their icy blue orbs. His cheeks had twin spots of red and the rest of his face was pale. He looked utterly miserable and heartbroken and she knew he found out about Sophie.

Jason tried smiling, but the effort was contorted and made him look worse. She smiled sadly and wordlessly reached out and touched the trail of tears on his face. He closed his eyes in pleasure, at the feel of her hand on his skin. With a gentle fingertip, she traced the trail of moisture to his lips. Her thumb softly caressed his lower lip, and without realizing it, his lips parted and he sighed.

Robin shivered as his warm breath floated over her hand. What was she doing, she wondered. He looked so completely unhappy, she wanted to make him feel better.

Her now unsteady hand continued tracing his lower lip, while her other hand, as though having a mind of his own, reached up and smoothed away his hair from his face. He leaned into her touch and closed the gap between them.

They were touching, but barely like a heated whisper against her skin. She could feel the warmth of his body radiating towards her. She took a deep breath and her breasts brushed against his chest. But she continued her caresses. She'd been in his arms, nearly 3 weeks ago, but that contact, though it had brought them physically closer, wasn't as intimate as this was now. She wasn't as aware of him as a man as she was now.

Jason wasn't sure how much more of this he was supposed to take. Every breath she took he could feel. Every rise and fall of her breasts made him want her more. And her damn soft hands, touching his lips, his face, his hair. She hadn't even said or really done anything and he never wanted a woman more. How in the hell had she made him instantly change from devastated and heartbroken to more turned-on than he'd ever been in his life?

Robin's body seemed to have taken on a life of it's own. Her brain registered the fact that she shouldn't be touching him, that he still hadn't laid a finger on her, but she couldn't seem to help herself. The hand she had running through his hair slipped down, trailing down his neck, leaving featherlight touches in it's wake. Jason felt like she trailed a path of fire from his head to his collarbone.

Her fingers lingered at the neckline of his black t-shirt, while the hand at his mouth moved around to his neck. He felt her run her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and he groaned. She leaned up on her tiptoes. Her lips were mere millimeters away from his. She sighed gently and inhaled. She moved her head a little so she was in the perfect position to kiss him, but she didn't. There was only so much a man could take.

Jason's hands captured her face and she let out a brief cry of surprise. Without giving her a moment to think he swooped in and kissed her. His lips were warm and soft. Robin knew she should protest, but he tasted the same. He smelled the same. He held her the same.

His plan was to be gentle, but as soon as his lips touched hers, Robin slipped her hands inside her jacket and around his waist, and pressed her body against his. Jason instantly deepened the kiss and Robin parted her lips invitingly. He swept his tongue inside her mouth and she met it eagerly.

A low growl emanated from the back of his throat when Robin's small hands slipped underneath the hem of his t-shirt and touched his bare skin. Forgetting their surrounding and getting caught up in the moment and Robin, Jason plunged his hands into hair and drew her to him. His lips left her mouth and trailed down her cheek to her neck. She leaned her head back ever so slightly as he found the place in her neck where her pulse was beating wildly.

Jason, she gasped as he sucked lightly on her skin.

God Robin! he growled. I love you.

His words were as effective as a bucket of ice water. She pulled herself away and glanced around. How could she do this? They were practically mauling each other at the grave of their daughter! Her face burned hotly and tears of shame filled her eyes. She turned her back to him and she could hear him trying to steady his breathing.

I'm sorry, she whispered. I shouldn't have-

Have what? he interrupted in a raspy voice. You shouldn't have touched me? Kissed me back? Wanted me?

Yes, she answered. We are in a cemetery for God sakes! We are standing at the foot of...of she couldn't bring herself to say daughter. And we were practically Don't you see how wrong that is?

You were just trying to make me feel better.

Robin whipped around. How did you know?

Jason took a step toward her and placed his hands on her upper arms. Because I know you, he whispered. I know how you think, what you feel. I could see it in your eyes.

Robin stepped out of his touch. It doesn't matter, she said shaking her head. It was still wrong. I need to go.

Frustration and anger surged through Jason, but he kept his face neutral. No, don't leave on my account. I'll go.

Robin watched him walk away from her and keenly felt his absence. She sat down on the bench and took a deep breath, when his voice called back to her.

Robin. We still need to talk. I'll be waiting for you when you're done here.

She nodded, and he turned and left.

Robin turned and stared at Jason in disbelief. Shock and hurt were etched on every one of her features. Tears glistened her large brown eyes and she tried her best to keep them from falling. She could not, and would not, cry in front of him.

She calmly picked up her coat and slipped it on. With steady hands the black wool jacket was buttoned and her pink scarf was tied securely around her neck. As she slipped her purse over her shoulder an envelope fell out of the front pocket and landed unnoticed on the floor. She opened his front door, but changed her mind and faced him.

You know what, Jason, she said calmly. 5 years ago that would have hurt. Hell, 3 years ago it would have. But not anymore, she shook her head and laughed bitterly. There is so much you don't know. She took a step forward and glared at him. And so much you're never going to know. She walked back and out the door.

That night on the bridge, I didn't really mean what I said, he replied in a deathly whisper. But I mean it now. I don't know you.

As the heavy oak door was closing she turned and glared, Fuck you, she whispered as she slammed the door in his face.

Jason's heart was pounding and his blood was pumping. His words were echoing in every breath he took.

2 hours ago.

Robin knew Jason was going to be waiting for her. He was nothing if not consistent. He said he'd be there and he was. She just wasn't sure how he managed to get her to go to his apartment the apartment that was conveniently close to her house and her clinic. But there she was. And there he was, sitting across from her as calm as could be.

You said we needed to talk, Robin began, and you're right. We do. Theres just so much to say I don't know where to begin.

Over the years Jason had become good at watching people. He could tell when Carly was planning something by the tilt of her head or her nervous hands. He could tell when Sonny was about to crack because he paced more and yelled more. He studied those 2 more than anyone. Not because they were particularly interesting, but because it seemed part of his job description to save them from themselves.

He used to watch Liz and then it was Courtney. He really liked watching Liz more than Courtney, he realized. At least there was some depth to Liz. Especially when she was drawing or painting, or thinking about her art. Her forehead would scrunch up and her eyes would glow. It was adorable. Watching Liz was like watching a movie; her emotions and feelings were always flitting across her face.

She was like Robin in that respect, he realized. Probably why he liked her so much and why they got along so well, before he screwed it up. He told her once that he liked being with her because she had dreams, and he didn't and he could latch on to hers. He could watch her dreams in her face.

Courtney was a little more shallow. Not that she was full of herself or anything, there just wasn't much there. The extent of Courtney's dreams had been, his train of thought was briefly interrupted. He didn't know what Courtney's dreams were. Probably to successfully pass a driving test, he thought meanly.

Except, he liked that about her for awhile, her lack of depth. It was easy being with someone who was so easy. Except, she was too easy and that wasn't fun. There was no challenge with Courtney, no mystery, no nothing. He couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling, and he was bored most of the time.

Now as he sat there watching Robin, his favorite person to study, he realized that she was nervous. Her face was clear and calm, but she kept picking at her pants and smoothing non-existent wrinkles away.

Jason

Robin, I

They both laughed nervously. Robin gestured towards him,

You go first.

I don't know quite were to begin, he admitted honestly. I came to Paris, he paused, Well, I came to Paris for you.

Robin blushed and avoided his gaze. Jason

You had to have figured that out by now! My letters, the things I've told you. You're the only reason I'm here. Jason studied her reaction, and when she didn't respond he continued. I came here because I realized that the life I was living no, thats not right. I wasn't even living, Robin-

Jason, stop, please, she begged. I don't want to hear this. I can't hear this. I didn't come here so you could try and and sweet-talk me. I came here because-

Because I found out your secret, he stated bluntly, feeling a little defensive at being shot down. Except it wasn't your secret, it was OUR secret.

Robin stood up quickly and walked to the large window in his apartment. The window over looked the city and gave knew meaning to the phrase city of lights. She wrapped her arms around herself and sighed.

Jason could see her reflection in the mirror, the pain on her face. He could also tell by her body language, that she was closing herself off to him. Liz taught him that position.

Whenever she was angry or uncomfortable, she would wrap herself up tight and not let him in.

He ran his hands through his hair and joined her at the window. He didn't touch her, but asked, How could you do it, Robin? How could you keep my child, our child, away from me?

She gazed into his eyes, through his reflection, without turning around. From the moment she saw him standing on her front porch holding his ridiculously sweet bouquet of flowers, she knew this conversation was coming. Hell, she knew it was coming from the moment Sophie was laid in her arms. She had mentally prepared herself, rehearsed a million times what she would say to him, how she would respond, but now all of that seemed useless when faced with the very real evidence of his pain.

Don't feel sorry for him, she told herself. Sure he may look innocent as hell, but looks can be deceiving. He hurt her much worse than she could ever have hurt him. Every time Sophie's big blue eyes looked up at her, Robin's heart broke a little more. When Sophie finally asked, just before dying, why daddy didn't love her, Robin thought she was dying.

Jason watched her watch him and felt a growing frustration build inside him. Why wasn't she saying anything? Apologizing? Explaining? Asking for his forgiveness? She was just standing their staring at him, like he was the one to blame when it was all her fault.

Aren't you going to say anything? he demanded loudly, his anger slowly coming to the surface. Well are you? Or are you just going to stand there with your big brown eyes and look at me like this is somehow my fault? Like I somehow managed to forget that I was a father.

Fire flashed in her eyes and she whipped around. You've got to be kidding me?! she whispered. She moved away from him and began pacing, her arms flying and her eyes flashing. I can NOT believe this. You're angry at me aren't you?

Jason stared at her in wonder. You're damn right I am. Are you going to tell me I don't have the right to be upset when you kept my child from me? After all your your, he paused. In his mind he saw Carly, and heard Carly telling him how self-righteous Robin was, always thinking she was right, always making decisions for others, always prancing around on her moral high horse, your self-righteous behavior before you left Port Charles?

Robin stopped her pacing and stood in front of him. I don't believe this. You, she jammed her finger at his chest, have spent weeks trying to get into my good graces, with all your damn notes and apologies. I love how quickly you forget and how easily you can make me into the bad guy.

Well it's not that hard considering you kept our daughter from me, he said bitingly.

Robin shook her head and willed the tears that threatened to form away. How could she have let her self be tricked by him again? Be sucked in by his pretty words and fake remorse?

She lifted her head and stared him in the eye. Jason was surprised to see only anger and hurt, and no guilt. I can't believe I even thought about it doesn't matter now. All those things you said to me, did you mean any of them?

Yes, he said honestly.

Then how can you stand there and talk to me like this? Look at me like this? Like I somehow did this on purpose?

Well, didn't you?

Robin threw her hands in the air and yelled, No! I didn't! It's not like I had some master plan to keep you from Sophie. It's not like I didn't try-

Try what? he interrupted. Try to get in touch with me? Because I sure as hell would have remembered that phone call, that letter.

Robin's mouth gaped open. You really believe I didn't try to reach you, don't you? Jason, I tried! I tried so many times!

Theres no reason for me to believe you, he responded stubbornly.

Robin shook her head in shock. Thank-you, she said calmly.

What?

Thank-you.

For what? he asked irritably.

For reminding me why I'm better off away from you, she said coldly.

Jason's face paled and his stomach lurched. She was serious.

Obviously the fact that you've known me all of your life means nothing. Oh wait, I take that back, she said laughing bitterly. To quote the all mighty Jason Morgan I didn't know you then and I don't know you now. Maybe though, the fact that you know how I hate lying is what doesn't count, Robin continued calmly. You weren't ever going to give me a chance to explain, were you? You just brought me up here to be a verbal punching bag, didn't you? Did you ever stop to consider that may I'm just as pissed off as you about this situation?! She walked to the couch were she laid her coat and purse. She leaned down to retrieve them, but his words stopped her.

Robin's movements brought him out of his daze. Running away again? he asked sarcastically. I don't know why I'm surprised. It's what you do best.

Robin closed her eyes, no longer capable of holding back the tears any longer. She was just thankful she had moved and he could no longer see her face or it's reflection in the mirror.

She felt one fat, hot tear slide down her cheek and discreetly wiped it away. The silly nursery rhyme Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me, popped into her head. What a joke, she thought. Every time he hurt her, it was always with words. It would be easier if I never saw your face again. Or I love you, when she knew it wasn't true. Jason's words were more deadly than the gun he used in his job.

She mentally straightened her spine and shoulders. She'd had 4 years to become immune to his brand of hurt. Too bad 4 years didn't appear to be long enough.

He really couldn't believe her. Her calm demeanor and refusal to explain her self was beginning to grate on his already frayed nerves. He didn't mean to speak so harshly to her, but why wasn't she saying anything?? Her saw her make another motion for her black coat and his anger at their situation escalated.

You know you're no better than Carly, he spit at her. After betraying me by telling AJ, and claiming it was because you couldn't lie anymore, you're no better. You kept my child from me, he shouted. You know what?! You're worse than Carly. Because you're a hypocrite, and at least Carly never pretended to be something she's not. If she could be cruel with her words, so could he, Jason decided.

Robin turned and stared at Jason in disbelief. Shock and hurt were etched on every one of her features. Tears glistened her large brown eyes and she tried her best to keep them from falling. She could not, and would not, cry in front of him.

She calmly picked up her coat and slipped it on. With steady hands the black wool jacket was buttoned and her pink scarf was tied securely around her neck. As she slipped her purse over her shoulder an envelope fell out of the front pocket and landed unnoticed on the floor. She opened his front door, but changed her mind and faced him.

You know what, Jason, she said calmly. Five years ago that would have hurt. Hell, 3 years ago it would have. But not anymore, she shook her head and laughed bitterly. There is so much you don't know. She took a step forward and glared at him. And so much you're never going to know. She walked back and out the door.

That night on the bridge, I didn't really mean what I said, he replied in a deathly cold voice. But I mean it now. I don't know you.

As the heavy oak door was closing she turned and glared, Fuck you, she whispered as she slammed the door in his face.

Jason's heart was pounding and his blood was pumping. His words were echoing in every breath he took. Her words almost immediately followed, like a mantra I don't know you. Fuck you. I don't know you. Fuck you.

Her face flashed before him. The hurt he saw there was overwhelming. She didn't even look that hurt that night on the bridge when he told he it would be easier if he never saw her face again.

He stared at the floor, guilt washing over him like water. He was more than mean to her tonight; he was cruel. He was never cruel, not to Robin. Thats not true, his mind taunted. You were cruel to her that night on the bridge too.

He slipped to the floor. No wonder she slammed the door in his face when he first showed up. Hell be lucky if ever saw her again.

Why did he have to doubt her? She wasn't Carly. Carly would keep a man away from his child. Carly was manipulative. Not Robin. His mind flashed to 4 and a half years ago, just after she left. She said she tried to contact him.

Carly, his mind shouted. This had to be Carly's fault. Maybe Robin did call, but Carly didn't tell him. Carly wouldn't have told him. Robin was staring at him with such pain, like it was his fault, but it wasn't. It couldn't be.

His eyes began to close, at that comforting thought when he glimpsed a piece of yellowed-white on the floor an envelope. He picked it up and stared in disbelief at the addresses. The unopened letter inside was clearly addressed to him, from Robin. It was postmarked February 3, 1999. In big red letters across the middle said, Return to Sender, in his handwriting.

Robin burst through the front door of her house. Tears of anger were streaming down her cheeks and she was making no effort to stop them. She was furious with herself, but only a little less than she was angry with Jason. She didn't understand how he could be so cruel. He spent weeks trying to everything in his power to get her to fall for him again, and even though she wasn't even close to allowing him to touch her heart, she had begun to trust him.

It took him all of ten minutes to totally ruin that trust.

Robin took the stairs 2 at time and flew into her bedroom. Her purse, coat, gloves, scarf, and mittens were strewn along the way. She threw herself onto her bed and sobbed. In all their time together, Jason had never been that heartless. Even on the last day of their relationship when she told him that she told AJ the truth about Michael, he still wasn't as mean as he was this night.

While Robin was crying into her pillow, Jason was staring dumbfounded at the aged envelope he held in his hand. He had almost successfully convinced himself that Carly was the reason that he didn't know about his child, when low and behold, proof that he was a heartless bastard was staring him right in the face.

He cautiously opened the letter and began reading.

March 2 1999

Dear Jason,

I don't know why I supposed you would read this, when you've already ignored my phone calls and messages, but I had to try. I'd feel guilty for the rest of my life if I didn't.

Jason, I'm pregnant. I found out about 3 weeks ago. I tried calling you, but every time you answered the phone and heard my voice, you hung up. I left you countless messages, but you haven't responded to any of them. I tried to convince myself that this was Carly's doing. That she was somehow keeping my calls and messages from you, but I know thats not true. Every time I've called it's been your voice on the other end of the line. And I know that Carly is living with the Quartermaines and doesn't have access to your answering machine. Does that surprise you, Jason? That I know that? Despite your feelings, there are still people in Port Charles who care for me.

Like I said, I don't know what makes me think this letter will be any different. I guess I'm hoping that you'll catch on and realize that theres something important I wanted to tell you and that I'm not calling you for the heck of it.

Anyway, now you know. I'm carrying your child. I don't need anything from you. I don't want anything from you. I just want you to know. I'll be damned if I keep my child from his father.

I won't deny access to our child, but I'm not moving back to Port Charles. If you actually take the time to read this, please contact me. We can arrange visitation, or something else. Sonny knows how to reach me. I want my child to grow up knowing the love of a father. I know from personal experience how hard it can be not to know your father.

If you don't want to have anything to do with our child, or me, thats your decision. I'm not going to lie and say thats fine, but it's your choice. This is the last time I'm going to try and reach you. I can't do it anymore, Jason.

Robin

Jason read the letter 3 times, each time he did he felt a little worse. Slowly his memory was returning to him. He remembered all the times she tried to call him, all the times he hung up as soon as she spoke, all the messages he deleted as soon as he heard her voice. He even remembered the day he received this letter. He was flipping through his mail when her handwriting jumped out at him. His heart stopped and for one brief moment he forgot everything she did and he was glad. But, of course, it all came rushing back to him. He grabbed the closest pen, wrote Return to Sender, opened the door and gave the letter to the guard outside and told him to get rid of it.

Now, 4 years later he was finally realizing his mistakes. Why couldn't he have remembered all this when she was standing in right in front of him? Why did he have to fancy himself the injured party?

Because he was always the victim, he realized. Or at least he always managed to convince himself that he was the victim. He learned that trick from Sonny. It was never his fault if something went wrong in his life; it was always someone else's? Sonny was the master at that game, and he taught his protégée well.

Brenda wore a wire her fault. Not Sonny's fault because he was dishonest with her and lied, Brenda's evil and a betrayer. Never look at as Brenda was trying to protect herself and Sonny.

Robin told AJ the truth her fault. Not Jason's fault because he put her in an impossible position and wanted her to lie for him. Never. Jason is good; Robin is bad. Never look at it like Robin was doing what was best for Michael, for Jason, and even for Carly.

Courtney tried to stop him from killing Ric her fault. Not Jason's fault because he didn't take the time to make sure she understood his job. Courtney doesn't trust him and thinks he's stupid. Never look at it as the innocent mistake of a naïve girl who wanted to save her boyfriend from jail time, and the husband of her former friend of certain death.

No, Sonny taught Jason well, what happened with Robin was a perfect example. He passed with flying colors Jason is perfect, everyone else is flawed and out to get him.

Too bad Sonny was wrong and Jason was now paying the price for it.

Robin's crying jag came to an end. She was done, there were no more tears left, and Jason wasn't really worth it. She heard the front door open and her mom and Brenda came in laughing.

She quickly dried her eyes and ran to the bathroom. Just as quickly she hopped into the shower. She wasn't ready to face them yet.

Brenda and Anna spied Robin's scattered outerwear and locked eyes. Robin was meticulous. It was the nature of a doctor as talented as her. She wouldn't just haphazardly throw her things on the floor.

The 2 women ran up the stairs. They heard the water running. Brenda knocked on the bathroom door. Robin, sweetie, are you in there? Brenda rolled her eyes as soon as the question left her lips. Of course she was in there. The shower was obviously on.

Yeah, Robin called.

Are you okay?

Robin could hear the concern in Brenda's voice. New tears sprang up in her eyes. So much for being done crying.

Robin's silence dragged on much to long for Anna, so she knocked. Robin, did you hear Brenda's question? Are you okay?

I heard her, she said back, her voice cracking slightly.

Brenda shot a look at Anna. Did you hear her voice? she whispered.

Yes, Anna paused and called to Robin again. Whats the matter, honey?

Robin slumped against wall. The warm water streamed down her body and mingled with her tears. A sob escaped her throat.

Brenda and Anna heard it and rushed into the room. Steam poured out into the hallway. Whats wrong? Brenda asked worriedly.

Robin continued crying. They could barely make out what she was saying, but managed to decipher 2 words. Jason Sophie.

Anna's jaw hardened and Brenda's eyes flashed. Brenda reached into the shower and turned off the water. Anna grabbed Robin's large fluffy purple towel. Together they helped her stand up and wrapped her in her towel.

Brenda led her gently into her room, while Anna gathered Robin's pajamas and robe. Brenda whispered soothing words to her young friend as Robin tried to steady her sobs.

The 2 women gathered themselves around the one person in the world they loved more than anyone. With Anna on one side, and Brenda on her other, Robin managed to find the strength to repeat what happened early in the evening where they went, what was said, how he reacted. She even told them about all the little notes Jason had been sending her over the last several weeks.

When she finished, there was silence. Brenda looked at Anna over Robin's head. She could tell the older woman was about ready to snap.

I just can't believe I was starting to trust him again, Robin whispered. He kept apologizing in those notes and it was so sweet and I was starting to think he actually cared. Her voice trailed off.

In a flash Anna was out of the bathroom and down the stairs. She calmly pulled on her coat and walked into the study. Pulling out a small key, she unlocked a cabinet in the corner of the room. Slowly she pulled out a small silver gun. Slowly and carefully, so she wouldn't miss a detail, Anna checked to make sure it was loaded, clicked on the safety and left the house. Jason Morgan had this coming from the first moment his name left her daughters lips all those years ago. She had held herself back because of Sophie, and then because Robin asked her to, but all bets were off now. Jason was going to get what was coming to him.

Jason sat on the cold hard floor of his apartment. His eyes were focused on the door. The same door Robin had slammed in his face only a few short hours before.

spend all your time waiting

for that second chance

for a break that would make it okay

His back was to a wall, his legs pulled up. His arms dangled on his knees, and in between them, on the floor rested his gun. He had carefully removed all the bullets, save one. They were lined up in a neat little row next to his gun. His gun. A cold, hard, silver way out.

there's always one reason

to feel not good enough

and it's hard at the end of the day

In his right hand he held her letter. The one that proved once and for all that no one was to blame for his fucked up life but himself. The one that proved that once again he had destroyed the one good thing in his life, and in the process had forfeited his right as a father.

In his left hand he held a half empty bottle of whiskey the good kind. He knew, in his head, that drinking himself into oblivion wasn't going to change anything. It wasn't going to take back all the horrific things he said to Robin. It wasn't going to bring his little girl back. It wasn't going to turn back the hands of time and give him a second chance to get to know Sophie. It wasn't even going to make him feel better when the bottle was empty.

But for a little while it was going to numb the pain in his heart and in his mind, and give him the courage to do what he needed.

I need some distraction

oh beautiful release

memory seeps from my veins

His heart fought, but memory won as he recalled all the times he hurt Robin. Whether it was taking unnecessary risks after his accident driving to fast and close to the docks, working for Sonny; or sleeping with Carly; or lying about Michael; or saying hateful words that pierced her heart, all he could see was Robin in pain.

He closed his eyes. All she ever wanted was to be loved. And now he was going to make it all okay. Now he was going to take the ultimate risk just end it all.

let me be empty

and weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

He took a long swig of the amber liquid and grimaced as the alcohol left a path of fire down his throat. He hated whiskey. He preferred beer, but beer wasn't going to give him the results he wanted as quickly as he wanted them.

You're worse than Carly, his mind taunted him. I don't know you. Running away again it's what you do best. Over and over again his mind replayed all the stinging words he threw at her.

And over and over again his mind flashed images of Robin as his words hit her. Pain, anger, hurt, disbelief disappointment. Except, he realized, she never looked disappointed in him, only in herself.

He woke up from a proverbially sleep at his almost-wedding to Courtney, only to realize that the life he was living wasn't the one he wanted. So he came here, to Paris, with every intention of doing everything he could to get that life back. A life that included Robin.

Now that chance, that life, was gone. He set down her letter and gingerly touched the gun. His fingers traced the metal line of the barrel. His hand grazed the trigger. One shot, through the head, thats all it would take. Then Robin wouldn't have to hurt anymore. He wouldn't have to hurt anymore. He would never have to see that look of hate on her face again. He wouldn't have to live with the fact that he hurt her again. He wouldn't have to live again. He didn't care that it was the easy way out. It was a way out, and that was all that mattered.

He let his hands grasp his one solace and slowly raise it up. He touched the barrel to his forehead and changed his mind. There were quicker ways.

He opened his mouth and felt the cold metal touch his lips. The safety was one, he realized ironically. He removed the gun from his mouth and clicked it off. He let the gun twirl around his finger. His eyes were mesmerized by the spinning silver, the lights that danced off the metal.

As he raised his bottle to his lips for one last shot of whiskey, his door flew open. It banged hard against the adjacent wall and bounced back. He jumped to his feet, rather unsteadily, and dropped his gun. Hey, he yelled. What the hell-

His words were cut off as a shot rang out. Instinctively he ducked and the bullet hit the wall not 2 inches from where his head was moments ago.

His unsteady hands dropped his bottle and his world tilted precariously on it's axis. He raised his head warily and his eyes clashed with the angry gaze of one Anna Devane-Scorpio.

She raised her gun again and aimed, this time at his heart, not his head. Jumbled thoughts ran through his head. Should he run? Duck? Yell? Fight back?

No. There wasn't any point. He knew, from everything Robin told him about her parents, that Anna was well trained to kill. Everything he ever learned from Sonny, or from his business, would never stack up against all she knew. She could kill him no matter what he did, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to stop her. Wasn't he, just moments ago, toying with the idea himself?

Anna watched Jason's face. She could tell he was drunk. If the half empty whiskey bottle she spied in his hand before it shattered to the floor didn't clue her in, the smell would. His red rimmed, blood shot eyes would. His unsteady stance would.

She spied the dropped gun on the floor, and the row of five little bullets, and instantly knew what he'd been contemplating. It made her ever angrier.

She could tell he was weighing his options and trying to decide what he should do. She expected him to run, or to yell, or to fight back. She didn't expect what he actually did.

Jason steadied his body and tried to grasp at the remnants of sobriety. He met her glare head on and didn't flinch. He took a few steps forward so the cold tip of her gun was touching his chest, directly over his heart.

Shoot, he said in a dead voice. I deserve it. I would shoot me. I've actually been sitting her considering it.

Anna didn't respond. She wanted a fight and he wasn't giving it to her.

Jason glimpsed the shock register in her eyes and watched it just as quickly disappear. Do it! He yelled. Do it!! Kill me, damn it!!

Anna cocked the gun, and the sound echoed in his nearly bare apartment the sound of death. Jason closed his eyes, anticipating the release he so desperately wanted.

But she didn't pull the trigger. She stared at his broken face, eyes closed, and she couldn't do it. And it made her hate him even more.

You fucking bastard, she whispered. Anna clicked the safety back on, and shoved the gun in her pants.

He slowly opened his eyes. What the hell are you doing, he shouted. Kill me!!! Fucking KILL ME!!!! You know you want to! He reached down and picked up his own gun. He cocked it and shoved it in her hands. Do it!!

She studied his weapon and shook her head in disgust. She bent, picked up the bullets on the floor, removed the one still in his gun and shoved them in her pocket. She then threw the weapon deep into his apartment. You make me sick, she growled. You're a damn coward. You're not even worth the bullet.

She spun on her heels to leave when her phone rang. Without thinking, she answered. What? she shouted.

Jason listened to Anna's end of the conversation. He could tell it was something about Robin by the stance of the woman before him and covert glances she shot him.

He heard her ask if it was a good idea, and apparently it was because Anna quickly agreed with whoever was on the other end.

Anna suddenly looked toward Jason and he instantly knew that whomever she was speaking to mentioned him and her intentions toward him.

No, Anna answered. She looked Jason in the eyes. He's not worth the effort. She clicked her phone shut and stuffed it into her pocket. Without a backwards glance or another word, Anna left Jason's apartment.

Jason stood stock still in the middle of his apartment for several minutes after Anna left. Though he didn't hear what was said, he gathered that the person asked it he was living or dying.

She left, so he gathered he was living another day. But she was right, and he knew it. He wasn't worth the bullet it would take to kill him. Plus, it was the easy way out. Before Anna arrived that hadn't mattered, but somehow now it did. If Robin was going to be alive in the world, hurting because of his words and actions, then the least he could do was suffer too. It would be too easy to kill himself and not deal with what he did and said. He deserved the worse punishment, to live and never be happy. Death would be nice of a fate for him. He deserved to watch her and have her hate him. To live with the fact that he could never have her again. To know that she was out there somewhere never wanting to lay eyes on him again. That would be justice.

He cleaned up his mess of spilled whiskey, gathered up his gun, and went to bed praying for the strength to live.

Robin gazed out the window of the plane at the rapidly approaching ground. The large aircraft touched ground and bounced a couple times, before steadily slowly to a stop.

When Sonny had called her the previous night, hysterical, she knew she had to leave. Carly went into labor. There were complications. The baby was fine, but Carly was in a coma. Sonny didn't know what to do, so he had called the one person he knew he could count on Robin. And of course Robin immediately agreed to come to Port Charles. Someone she loved needed her and nothing got in the way of Robin and someone she loved.

There had been a time in Robin's life when she couldn't imagine flying halfway around the world because of Carly, or something Carly-related, but so much had happened since she left Port Charles last time.

And now, more than anything, she needed to get away from Paris. Her mind cursed Jason Morgan. He took her safe haven and stole it from her. He made want to leave the one place she always went to get away. Damn him!

She stretched her legs out before her and wriggled freely, trying to shake thoughts of her ex-boyfriend from her mind. Instead she focused on her surroundings. She loved flying first class; there was so much more room. Robin watched as her mom and best friend collected their belongings. Normally she would have offered to help, but she was too worn out, both physically and mentally. Instead, she allowed Brenda to help her to her feet and lead her off the plane. Sometimes it was nice to be taken care, she thought.

At the end of the gate Johnny O'Brien waited, with a large smile plastered on his face. When Robin had told Sonny she was coming to Port Charles he had insisted that a car and guard be sent. Robin had adamantly disagreed, until Sonny said he was sending Johnny. That changed everything. Johnny was always her favorite of the guards, and Sonny knew it.

Robin! Johnny grinned as he swung her in his arms. She was always more of a friend than a charge. When she left Port Charles all those years ago, in Johnny's opinion, she took the best of Jason and Mr. Corinthos with her. Fortunately for his boss, Sonny quickly rectified his mistake, so at least he returned to his better self, after a year or so. Jason on the other hand well, Johnny didn't like to think what his friend had turned into.

Robin returned Johnny's hug fiercely. You have no idea how much I missed you, she whispered into his ear.

Not as much as I missed you, he joked, returning her feet to the ground. He offered a smile and a hand to both Brenda and Anna.

It's good to see you Miss Barrett. Ms. Devane.

Anna.

Brenda. They both said at the same time.

Johnny grinned again. Okay. So, do you 3 have a lot of luggage?

Robin burst into giggles and Brenda and Anna smiled. It was good to hear her laugh. Yes, Johnny we do. We weren't sure how long we'd be here, and you know how Brenda packs, she teased her friend.

Pack lightly for Brenda means at least 8 bags and a large carryon.

Hey, Brenda said, trying her best to sound offended, and failing miserably. It takes a lot to look this good.

Johnny tried to control his wandering eyes, but couldn't. His gaze swept up and down Brenda's body. I can't imagine it takes that much, he said under his breath.

Robin shot the guard a glance. Her eyes darted between Brenda and Johnny. She could tell by the faint blush that rose to Brenda's cheeks that she heard him, and by the look in Johnny's eyes that he meant every word. She smiled to herself. It took a lot to make her best friend blush, and this man managed it without even trying. This could be interesting, she decided.

Snaking Brenda's arm through her own, Robin led the merry party to baggage claim. This trip would do her some good. She had only been in Port Charles a couple of minutes and already she felt better less angry, less sad, and definitely happier. It was good to be home.

Jason woke from his drunken stupor by the loud ringing of his cell. It really wasn't loud, but to a pounding head and an alcohol-induced hangover, it sounded like a foghorn. What? he barked into the phone.

It's me, said Sonny. Carly went into labor last night. The baby's fine; Carly's not. She's in a coma. I thought you should know. I tried calling last night but you didn't answer.

Jason sat up quickly, too quickly he realized as a wave of nausea over took him. He gripped the phone tightly, willing his queasy stomach to settle. What did you say?

Sonny sighed in frustration. What the hell is the matter with you? Are you listening? I said Carly's in a coma.

Jason tried his best to wrap his mind around the information. Carly, coma, baby. This was bad. Okay. I'll be on the next flight home.

Thanks, man. I'm don't know if I can handle this, Sonny rambled. The business, Carly, the baby, Michael. Courtney's been completely useless. Thankfully the one person I need will be here any moment.

What? Sonny you know I can't be there that quickly. I have to get a flight, get rid of my apartment-

Not you, Sonny snapped irritably. Robin. Anyway, I'll see you when you get here.

Sonny, wait Jason rushed, but the line was dead. Robin was in Port Charles? For Sonny? Because of Carly?! He'd been suspicious for weeks about the relationship between Robin, Sonny, and Carly, but this new development was enough to make his already pounding head, hurt unbearably.

He'd find out soon enough, though, he reasoned. Because he wasn't sure he could go a day longer before someone explained to him the connection between the mother of his child, her arch enemy, and the man Jason assumed Robin hated more than him.

Johnny instructed the driver to take the group straight to Sonny's penthouse. Robin quickly objected.

No, Johnny. We have to get settled somewhere. I know Sonny needs me, but can't we at least drop Brenda and my mom off at the Port Charles Hotel, or some place? she begged.

Johnny glanced warily at her before responding. I assumed Sonny told you. He's expecting you to stay with him. You know that he's kept your relationship a secret all these years.

I know, interrupted Robin, because of Sophie. But Sophie Sophie

Sophia's gone, Johnny whispered, his voice cracking slightly. But that doesn't mean the threat is gone. He still wants you safe. If you come back to town and are seen going to and from his penthouse, his enemies are going to notice, and they'll going to realize that this was all a setup. Robin, they're not stupid. They're going to know that you 2 don't hate each other. They'll figure out that you mean as much to him as you did when Stone was alive. Hell, they'll probably realize you mean even more to him now because he intentionally led the entire town to believe he hated you. Thats not a risk Sonny's willing to take.

Won't it look even worse if I'm staying there?

At least if you're there, for a couple of days anyway, Sonny can come up with a way to deal with all this. I'm not even sure he's thought it all the way through. Just stay there Robin, please. Just for a couple of days at least. Carly's already He paused and switched tactics. I just don't think he could handle anything if he thought you were in danger.

Fine, Robin agreed reluctantly. But what about my mom and Brenda?

Jason's out of town, they can stay in his penthouse.

At the mere mention of Jason's name, the temperature in the limo visibly cooled. All 3 women, Johnny noted, stiffened with tension Anna and Brenda with anger, Robin with sadness.

He won't be back for awhile, he offered, hoping to ease whatever comfort he unwittingly caused. Robin can stay in Sonny's penthouse. He turned toward her and squeezed her hand. You don't have to stay there-

I don't want to talk about him, Robin said harshly. I'll stay with Sonny, but the second Jason returns, I'm gone.

The limo pulled to a stop, and they realized with surprise that they were already at HarborView Towers.

Guards were waiting for a limo, and Robin and Brenda both noted happily that they were guards they recognized.

Sonny has new guards, Brenda whispered to Robin, but I didn't like them very much when I was here last year. I'm glad to see some familiar faces.

Robin smiled reassuringly. She knew her friend was never as comfortable with the whole mob lifestyle as she was. Not that she was ever comfortable, just better at hiding it.

The guards quickly hauled the bags to the elevator, with the women trailing close behind.

Robin sighed deeply as the elevator doors closed. How many times had she ridden this elevator in the past? A hundred? A thousand? Maybe more. It had been so long she'd been here.

On the quick ride up, Johnny called Sonny and let him know that Robin was on her way. He could hear his boss arguing with his sister in the background. He could tell Sonny wanted Courtney gone when Robin arrived not that either girl knew anything about the other, he thought ironically. That was one discussion he was always waiting for.

He may not like Courtney near as much as he liked loved Robin, but the girl deserved to know what her ex-fiancée was like before she entered the picture. Just because Courtney was a little dumb and extremely naïve didn't mean she deserved to be kept in the dark about certain things. Plus, he'd heard what happened at Jason and Courtney's non-wedding. If Courtney knew that Robin THE Robin was arriving, she'd probably be pissed.

The elevator doors opened and Robin sucked in a deep gulp of air at the sight of the familiar penthouse floor. Not much had changed since she'd last been there.

Francis, take Miss Barrett and Mrs. Scorpio to Jason's and make sure they have everything they need, Johnny instructed.

Brenda and Anna quickly hugged Robin, both promising that they were a phone call or a shout away if she needed anything. Robin couldn't help but smile at their protectiveness as she let herself be led by Johnny to Sonny's door.

As Johnny made a move to open the door, it swung open revealing a very haggard, yet happy looking, Sonny.

Robin! Sonny cried and pulled her into his embrace. He lifted her up by he waist and swung her in a circle. God it's good to see you. It's been too long!

Robin squeezed Sonny back just as fiercely and mouthed her thanks to Johnny as he closed the door behind him. It's good to see you too. You don't have any idea how much I've missed you. Robin felt a small tear fall. She pulled back, still in Sonny's arms, and noticed he was crying too.

They smiled at each other, a smile that held all the tenderness and love they felt for one another. Sonny hugged Robin again. I don't think I ever want to let you go, little sister.

Then don't, she whispered back.

The 2 old friends held on to each other for dear life, and probably would have held on a little longer, but there was a small polite cough begging their attention.

Without letting go of Robin, Sonny turned and noticed Courtney. He knew he should probably feel guilty for forgetting about her so completely, but he couldn't. He was too damn happy to have Robin back in Port Charles.

With a typical Sonny dimpled-grin, he set Robin back on the ground and gestured to Courtney. Robin this Courtney. Courtney, Robin. Sonny, wrapped up in his own happiness, didn't even realize that this situation might be uncomfortable for Courtney.

Robin, oblivious to the undercurrents around her, offered her hand to the younger woman. It's nice to meet you. Sonny told me he had a sister, but he never really had a chance to tell me about you.

Courtney hesitated for a moment. The second Sonny opened the door and revealed this beautiful woman, Courtney was jealous. If she was honest with herself, she'd admit that she was jealous from the first time that Robin's name had ever been mentioned in her presence. There was just something about the way Jason tensed up when she was mentioned, or when references were made to her, and something about the way Sonny refused to discuss her that peaked her curiosity, and the fact that AJ told her that Jason would leave her not for ANOTHER Robin, but for Robin herself

And now, to be face to face with the woman that seemed to be everything Courtney wanted to be Sonny's little sister, and Jason's love Courtney was a little overwhelmed. The way Sonny's face lit up, the way he held her so tight and he never held Courtney that tight the way he called her his little sister, the realization that this was the woman whose name Jason called at HER wedding, brought feelings of justified jealousy to the surface.

She wanted to hate Robin. She willed herself to hate her but she couldn't.

Robin sensed the girls hesitation and was confused. She saw traces of jealousy and a little anger in her blue eyes and wondered what she did wrong. The extent of her knowledge of Courtney Matthews was that Robin knew she existed. All Sonny had ever said was that he found out a couple years ago that Mike had yet another child, so Sonny had a half-sister. When they'd spoken or met since then Sonny seemed to avoid the topic of his sister. She always wondered why, but never asked.

Courtney recognized the confusion in Robin's face, and she instantly felt guilty. It wasn't Robin's fault that she was her unknown rival. It was obvious to Courtney that Robin really didn't know anything about her, which probably meant Robin didn't know that Courtney was engaged or used to be engaged to her ex-boyfriend.

Courtney quickly smiled and took Robin's retreating hand in her own. It's nice to meet you too. You're rather a mystery to me, you know. No one seems to want to talk about you. Courtney blushed immediately at her over zealous mouth.

Robin smiled understandingly and patted Courtney's arm much like she would if she was reassuring Maxie or Georgie. Well, I'm here now, so hopefully I won't be such a mystery.

Courtney glanced away from Robin's kind gaze. Why did she have to be so damn nice, she thought. I better go, Courtney said aloud. Michaels worn out, so he's sleeping. Call me if there is any change with Carly. She kissed Sonny's cheek and smiled at Robin. Nice meeting you.

You too, Robin called after Courtney's retreating form. She turned back to Sonny, who led them to the sofa. She seemed nice, but a little uncomfortable. Was it something I said?

Sonny stared open mouthed at Robin and she watched as he slowly realized something. Oh God, he whispered. I'm such an idiot.

She took his hand in her smaller ones. What? What did you do?

His mind was racing a mile a minute. How much did she know? He knew that Jason had been with her in Paris, but he didn't know how much he told her. Judging by the blank expression on her face, she didn't know anything. It probably wasn't his place to say anything either, he thought.

Oh, nothing. I just his mind grappled for something to tell her. He hated lying. Business, he said quickly. Just realized something business related.

Oh. Robin knew enough not to ask questions, so quickly changed the subject. Tell me how you are Sonny? How are you holding up?

For 2 hours Sonny talked while Robin listened and comforted. She managed to calm his fears and sooth his nerves in a way only Robin could do. She managed in a few hours to do what Courtney had been trying for the last day.

Sonny talked and worried himself into a deep sleep. Robin helped him to bed and watched him sleep. She was reminded of a time, so long ago, when she watched him sleep after Stone died. And then after Lily died. And then after they thought Brenda had died. Every time he would lean on Robin for support and she would give it.

She wandered out of Sonny's room and peeked in on Michael. God, he'd grown up. He was sprawled out on his bed, his red hair tousled and silky. She smoothed it back from his forehead and tucked his blanket around his sleeping form. His eyes fluttered open briefly. He focused on her and smiled. Hi Robin.

Hey, sweetie. How are you?

Sleepy.

She smiled gently and bent to kiss his cheek. Then get some sleep.

Are you come to visit? he asked tiredly.

For a little while.

Good. I like you.

I like you too. Go to sleep.

Michael nodded his drowsy head and closed his eyes. Robin stared down at him for a moment longer before leaving. She reached the door and Michaels soft voice beckoned her back. Robin?

Yeah?

I was dreaming of Sophie. She said to tell you she loves you. She can talk real good in heaven.

Robin drew in a shaky breath. If you see her again tell her I love her too, she said softly, but Michael was already asleep.

Robin busied herself into exhaustion. She cleaned up the mess Sonny had made of his apartment, started some Michaels laundry, fixed a meal for Sonny and Michael when they woke up, and unpacked her clothes.

She glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was only eight in the evening, but she was exhausted. The time change was killing her, and she hadn't slept in what felt like days.

She quickly ran across the hall to see her mother and Brenda. As her hand reached for the doorknob to Jason's penthouse, she paused. She really did not want to go in there. That was Jason's domain. She shifted uncomfortably on her feet and changed her mind. She couldn't do it, not yet.

She slowly retreated back to Sonny's. She could check on her mom and Brenda later. The guard standing at Sonny's door smiled curiously at her, but didn't say anything. He'd watched run to Jason's and then stop and come back. He'd heard the gossip surrounding this petite woman. Though, every time it started to get good Johnny or Francis would put a stop to it.

Robin nodded a greeting to the guard and scampered back inside. She could tell by the way the guard (she thought Johnny said his name was Max) eyed her that she was an object of curiosity. Mystery, she said aloud, repeating Courtney's word.

She wandered up the stairs, feeling extremely tired. Before Sonny had fallen asleep he'd directed her to the guest room it was the room next to Stones old one.

Sonny had told her once, a long time ago, that Stones room was the one room in the house that he wouldn't let decorator-Carly get a hold of, and Carly had been surprisingly understanding. So for years the room remained empty thoroughly cleaned and maintained but not lived in. Until now.

She peeked inside. Sonny had whispered to her, before he fell asleep, that he had made Stones room into the nursery. He told her that he did it all himself and hadn't let Carly in it once. He told her it was his way of saying goodbye. Stone had died in that room, and now a new life would grow up in it.

Her eyes lingered on the tall window, the one she had been standing at when Stone had uttered his last words. Her misty gaze traveled over the lovingly placed baby furniture the crib, changing table, and dresser. She smiled as she spied all the mountains of toys. Her heart broke for Sonny when she thought of what he must have gone through to create this room.

Shaking her head of memories, she made her way into the guest room and crawled into bed. The second her head hit the pillow she feel into a deep dreamless sleep.

Jason Morgan tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the plane to land in Port Charles. He left Paris as quickly as he could. He'd paid his landlady another extremely large sum of money to deal with his apartment. He wasn't planning on going back. He honestly didn't see the point.

The plane came to a jerking halt and Jason flew out of his seat. The door was opened and he raced down the rolling staircase that was placed at his feet. He sprinted across the landing strip and jumped into the waiting limo and barked a Go! to the driver.

As he settled back against the seat he noticed movement to his left. His eyes jerked to find it's source and were surprised to see Johnny. He visibly relaxed when he realized it was just his old friend.

Hey, Jason said stoically.

Hey yourself.

Jason eyed Johnny curiously. What are you doing here?

I thought you and I could have a chat before you got back home, Johnny suggested calmly.

Yeah? What about?

Robin.

Jason felt his chest tighten and his stomach clench. He instantly felt nauseous as he remembered his cruelty toward her. What about her, he growled.

I don't want to get in the middle of whatever it is you've got going on, Johnny said stonily. But she's staying at Sonny's. Right now Bre-Miss Barrett and Ms. Devane are at your place.

So?

So, I mentioned your name once, and the temperature dropped about thirty degrees. For a minute there I thought Robin's mom was going to kill me and Robin looked like she wanted to either burst into tears or hit something.

Jason clinched his fists. Why the hell are you telling me this?

Because Sonny's out of it right now and someone needs to stand up for Robin. You guys screwed with her a long time ago, and at least Sonny was quick to fix his mistakes. You weren't.

Jason stared at Johnny in shock. Are you threatening me?

I'm telling you how it is. I know I'm just a guard. I work for you and Sonny, but Robin he paused, searching or the right word. Robin is a good person, and thats a hell of an understatement. I know she moved on after she left you, so her reaction to your name was a reaction to something you did recently, not something you did 4 years ago.

This is none of your damn business! Jason shouted.

I don't care, Johnny went on calmly. Someone has to stand up for her, so I am. I'm just offering you some advice, not as your employee, but as your friend. Stay the hell away from her while she's there. Move into Jakes, get another apartment, I don't care, but don't hurt her.

Anger surged through Jason, blurring his vision and clouding his mind. How dare Johnny sit there and tell him what to do. He glared furiously out his window, studiously ignoring Johnny for the rest of the way home. The last thing he was going to do was admit that Johnny was right.

The limo stopped and Jason and Johnny entered HarborView Towers silently. They rode the elevator in silence, and it wasn't until the doors opened that Johnny spoke. Did you listen to what I said?

Jason glared at Johnny, Yeah.

What are you going to do?

Jason's shoulders sagged with defeat, and for the first time since Johnny knew him, his boss looked dead inside. I'm going to get some clothes and go to Jakes.

How bout I get them. You wait here, his friend offered. Jason nodded and sank to the floor, his back against the wall.

Robin opened her eyes to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. Her stomach growled with hunger in response to the scents that wafted into her room. A slow smile spread across her face, she wasn't about to miss Sonny's cooking.

She hopped out of bed, quickly showered and dressed and ran down the stairs. Sonny was seated at the table, preparing a plate for Michael. As soon as he saw her, he grinned. Michaels attention followed that of his fathers and soon both guys were smiling broadly.

Robin! You're up! cried Michael, who jumped from his seat and flew into her arms.

We were beginning to worry, Sonny said.

Robin wrapped her arms around the small boy, Well, no more worries. What time is it?

Almost, ten! You never sleep late, scolded Michael.

I was jet lagged, buddy. And I needed my beauty rest, she teased.

Thats what Mommy says, but I think you're both beautiful, Michael stated innocently.

Robin laughed gently. Thanks, Michael. That means a lot coming from a handsome young man such as yourself.

Michael grinned and scooted back into his chair at the table. Oh Robin!

Sonny watched the interaction between the 2 with a small smile on his face. Robin wasn't just good for him, but she was good for Michael too. He hadn't seen the boy smile since his mother was admitted to the hospital, but under Robin's care he was grinning.

Robin met Sonny's gaze over the top of Michaels head. The sad smile on his face reminded her why she was here. Carly was in a coma.

Robin sat down next to Michael and across from Sonny and the 3 ate breakfast in relative silence. Every once in awhile Michael would ask a question about Paris, but for the most part they were content to eat the delicious food Sonny prepared.

That was how Courtney found them. Max let her in and her eyes instantly settled on the familiar way Robin cared for Michael. She stood at the doorway, the 3 people eating oblivious to her presence, and watched the scene before her.

Robin answered Michaels questions patiently and it was evident the 2 had known each other for awhile. She found that odd, considering everyone told her that Robin left town when Michael was a baby and hadn't been back since.

Courtney's brain was trying to decipher the mystery that was Robin Scorpio when Sonny noticed her. Court, come have some breakfast. Have you eaten?

Michael jumped out of his chair and gave her an exuberant hug. Aunt Courtney, Robin's come to visit!

I see that, she smiled down at the little boy then directed her attention to Sonny. No I haven't eaten and I'd love some breakfast, especially if you cooked it. She shrugged out of her coat and sat down next to Sonny.

Robin smiled at Courtney and offered a quiet hello, which Courtney politely returned. Sonny prepared a plate for his sister and the 4 lapsed into silence.

Michael, his mouth full of bacon, again began questioning Robin. So did you bring me a present?

Michael! Sony admonished. Apologize right now.

And don't chew with your mouth full, Courtney added.

Robin merely smiled. As a matter of fact I did. It's upstairs in my bag, how about you get it after you finish eating. It's wrapped in green paper.

Michael nodded eagerly and began to wolf down the remaining food on his plate. Sonny watched him, wavering between wanting to laugh at the boys eagerness for a present, or scold him for his lack of table manners. He opted for the former and chuckled.

Courtney picked at her food and studied Robin through lowered eyes. She couldn't help but notice the young woman's grace, manners, and elegant air. She even looked amazing, which made Courtney feel like an overgrown Gap model.

While Courtney was dressed in a rainbow striped sweater that suited her coloring, green pants, and brown boots with large silver hoops in her ears, a trendy acceptable outfit, Robin was dressed much more cosmopolitan. She was wearing a straight black skirt that stopped just above her knees, black knee-high boots, and a black formfitting turtleneck sweater. While Courtney's hair was down, Robin's was swept back in an elegant ponytail that highlighted her diamond earrings and slender neck. Courtney felt like a child compared to Robin.

Robin could feel Courtney's eyes on her but said nothing and continued eating. Michael jumped up from the table and ran to retrieve his present. Thirty seconds later they heard a loud YES! echo from upstairs.

Michael came tearing down the stairs his small hands waving. Robin, this is like so awesome! He threw his arms around her neck. This game isn't even supposed to be out for like another 6 months!

Robin grinned. I know. I thought you'd might like it.

Come here, buddy, let me see, Sonny said. Michael proceeded to show off his new video game to his father, while Robin and Courtney began cleaning up the breakfast mess.

The table was cleared quickly and Robin was soon loading the dishwasher with Courtney's help.

Michael sure seemed to like his present, Courtney stated quietly. He'd been talking about that game for weeks. How did you know? And how did you get it so soon?

One of the doctors I worked with at the clinic has a son who works for the video game company people, Robin laughed at her choice of words. I don't know the technical name, obviously. Anyway, I knew Michael really wanted it, so Dr. Simon got me one.

Oh...So, you work at hospital? What do you do? Are you a receptionist or something?

Robin laughed good-naturedly. Oh no, I hope not, or all those years at the Sorbonne were for nothing. I'm a doctor.

At Robin's announcement, Courtney felt her confidence slip a little more. So not only was Robin beautiful, polite, wonderful with kids, but she was brilliant as well. Courtney effectively hid her jealousy and smiled. Oh, sorry. I didn't know. She paused briefly, her mind trying to figure out why she'd never heard the name of Robin's school. The Sorbonne? Is that were you went to school.

Yes.

The dishes were soon cleaned up and the 2 women rejoined Sonny in the living room. Michael had gone upstairs to try out his new game and Sonny was staring dejectedly into the fireplace.

Carly would have loved to see the look on his face when he got that game, he said sadly.

Robin and Courtney both instantly were at his side. Courtney spoke up first. She'll be fine, Sonny. You know she will.

Sonny nodded, but didn't look any better. Robin took his hand and forced him to look at her. Sonny, listen to me. Carly's a fighter. You know that, I know that. There were complications when Michael was born and they both pulled through. She's got too much to live for, she's going to wake up. Besides, Robin grinned, she has to wake up or there won't be anyone for me to fight with.

Sonny smiled, and again Courtney felt completely useless around Robin.

Thanks, sweetheart, he whispered, pulling Robin into a hug.

Courtney watched as her brother squeezed Robin close to his heart and she felt like her own heart was being painful squeezed. She could never live up to Robin.

Robin pulled out of Sonny's embrace and flashed the brother and sister a dazzling smile. What do you say we go to the hospital? You can see Carly and the baby.

Sonny nodded. Sure, as long as you promise to tell me all the French gossip you know, he joked.

Robin's laughter rained down on Sonny like golden sunshine. You hate the French gossip!

I know, but Carly loved it. It was the only thing you 2 could ever talk about politely. She will never admit it, but she likes that she knows someone that lives in France and could- Sonny's voice broke off at the mortified look on his sisters face. Whats the matter Courtney? Are you okay? He reached out and took her hand.

Courtney looked from Sonny to Robin and back again. She's came here from France? She lives in France?!

Robin nodded, Yeah. I've lived there for nearly 5 years, now. In Paris actually.

Courtney paled as Sonny realized that his sister was slowly putting the pieces the Robin-puzzle together. Courtney wait, don't jump to conclusions.

Conclusions! she said loudly, then immediately lowering her voice. You don't want me to jump to conclusions?! I can't believe this! How much more are you not telling me, is everyone not telling me? HUH?! You knew she lived in Paris, obviously Michael knows, which leads me to think Carly must know. So tell me, Sonny, does Jason know too? she asked, even though she knew the answer.

Sonny grabbed his sister by the arm while Robin stared at the younger woman with her mouth slightly open. Courtney, calm down. This isn't the time or the place.

It's not? Tell me Sonny, when would the time or place be? she gestured to Robin. She's obviously as much in the dark as I am. Why don't we all sit down and have a nice friendly chat, she said wildly.

Courtney, you're upset and I understand that, but-

But nothing. He took me to France Sonny! she said quietly, tears forming in her eyes. We stayed at an inn not 5 miles from Paris. A tear fell down her cheek, but she made no effort to wipe it away. I know France was my idea, but god, he could have said no! We talked about Italy once, he could have said, Hey Court how about we go to Italy and not France. But no, he didn't. How could he do that? He knew she was there and thats were we went. My God! she cried, throwing her hands in the air. No wonder he said her name, she jammed at finger in Robin's direction, instead of mine. Courtney's tears were freely falling, raining down on her cheeks.

Robin's eyes were as wide as saucers as she listened to Courtney's rambling. The young woman was talking much to quickly and gesturing too wildly for Robin to make much sense out of anything.

Courtney fastened her tear filled gaze on Robin and noticed her confusion. I don't blame you, she said, laughing bitterly. Hell you didn't even know about me. She stared at Robin, looking her up and down. But how could I compete with that? She asked Sonny, pointing to Robin. How?

Nobody asked you to, Sonny said quietly.

Nobody had to ask, she whispered. Every time she was mentioned someone got tense or upset or sad or angry.

Blame me for what? Robin asked worriedly, still stuck on Courtney's first comment to her.

Sonny made a quick motion to silence his sister, but she pulled out of his reach. For my fiancé saying your name at my wedding.

Excuse me, Robin said loudly. What are you talking about?

Robin, not now, Sonny suggested. Why don't we all sit down, have some coffee and talk about this later. I know, he rushed on, why don't you go visit your uncle, Robin, while Courtney and I straighten this out.

No, both women said at once.

You don't want anyone to know I'm here, remember? Robin replied. And I'd like to know exactly what Courtney is talking about.

Courtney shook her head in disbelief, wiping at her still falling tears. I don't know why I'm surprised about this. They lie about everything else, why not this. Though a lie by omission isn't probably a lie, is it Sonny?

Courtney's statement caused Robin to catch her breath. Her choice of words rang all to familiar to Robin. She focused on her friend. Are we back to that, Sonny? Robin asked. Lies by omission? She turned her back to him and started pacing, piecing together Courtney's words.

Sonny watched her pace back and forth and stop suddenly by the bar. She raised her head and stared into his eyes. He knew she knew. Jason never learns does he? she wondered out loud. She looked directly at Courtney. I think I'm about to become a little less mysterious to you. Why don't we go to Kelly's and get some coffee. Robin opened the door to the penthouse and called for Johnny. Johnny, I think you need to take Sonny to the hospital and Michael to Bobbies. Courtney and I will be at Kelly's. Were taking Francis with us. Robin marched upstairs for her coat and came back down just as quickly. Her face was stern, but Sonny could detect hurt in her eyes. Come on Courtney. Heres your coat. Lets go.

Without protest, Courtney followed Robin out the door. She couldn't believe Robin had spoken to Sonny like that and ordered the guards around. And they followed her orders! They never really listened to Courtney.

As they waited for the elevator, Robin motioned for Francis. You're coming with us. We're going to Kelly's

But, Miss Scorpio, Mr. Corinthoss business associates will know you're here.

Damn it! she growled, then shook her head. No! I will not hide out in this town. They were going to find out anyway. Go tell Sonny to figure it out and well meet you downstairs.

Yes, Miss Scorpio, Francis replied meekly.

Courtney stared at Robin with total admiration. Wow!

When you've dealt with it as long as I have, you learn a few things, Robin replied shortly. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. It's not you.

Max gaped at Francis, You're just gonna take orders from her?

Yeah, Francis responded in a dull tone, it's Miss Scorpio.

So?

So? So she's been around longer than even Jason has. If she tells you to do something, you do it. Francis opened the door to Sonny's penthouse and looked back once more at Max. You'll learn that real quick, or you'll be out of a job.

Robin and Courtney were silent for the elevator ride to the lobby and on the walk to Kelly's. Francis followed at a discreet distance, watching everything as he'd been trained to do. His boss wasn't happy with Miss Scorpios decision to go out, but he was handling it, and for that Francis was grateful to Robin. She made him forget momentarily about Carly and focus on something else.

Robin led the way into Kelly's with Courtney following behind. They both removed their outwear and sat down, choosing a table a back corner for more privacy.

I'm sorry I just dragged you out here, Robin apologized. I was feeling momentarily overwhelmed and I didn't think we could have a proper talk with Sonny hovering.

Courtney nodded, I agree.

Both women sighed deeply at the same time, causing twin smiles to arise on their faces.

This sucks, Courtney said, blushing immediately at her choice of words. They made her sound juvenile. She expected Robin to laugh.

Robin merely nodded grimly. It totally sucks.

Elizabeth Lansing came out of the back kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Apparently Kelly's was the meeting place for the Jason Morgan ex-girlfriends club, she thought ironically as she headed to their table.

What can I get you 2? Liz asked politely.

Courtney looked up and saw her former friend and had the same brief thought that Liz did. She started to laugh, but at the same time her tears started to fall again.

Robin looked worriedly at the younger woman. Whats the matter? Then she noticed Liz and immediately smiled. Liz Webber! How are you? I don't know if you

Robin, I remember you. It's good to see you. How have you been? Hows Paris? she asked eagerly, her artistic sensibilities coming forward.

Good. I'm a she paused, and glanced at Courtney who was still shaking with laughter and tears. Really, Courtney, whats the matter?

It's like the Jason Morgan

Ex-girlfriend club, Liz finished.

Exactly, Courtney said, sobering a little.

All we need now is Carly, Robin muttered bitterly.

He dated Carly, too?! Courtney wailed. How much more was she going to find out? And how could her best friend keep something like that from her?

Robin's eyes darted to Liz. I take it you dated Jason too?

Liz immediately blushed. Well, not really. I mean I guess we kind of dated, but I think he was just, I don't know, she shot a glance at Courtney but plunged ahead, I think I reminded him of you. I was just a filler.

Robin shook her head in disgust. Why don't you pull up a chair, Liz, and we can get this meeting underway. It appears the esteemed Mr. Morgan has been leading several women astray.

Liz glanced around the dinner. All the customers had been waited on, she could sit for a minute and this seemed like a conversation she didn't want to miss.

An hour later, Courtney was crying again, but this time in anger over the way Robin was treated. She probably never would have believed half the stuff Robin told her, but with Liz sitting by quietly confirming what she could, Courtney knew it had to be true.

Robin told her everything, from Stone and the HIV, to Sophie, to Jason showing up on her doorstep 3 weeks ago. In turn, Courtney told Robin everything. She talked about first learning about Mike, marrying AJ, the stripping everything. Courtney was sure that Robin would look down on her for her past actions, but she merely smiled sadly and held her hand understandingly.

Liz didn't say much. Her relationship with Jason wasn't near as volatile or lengthy as the other 2 were. If anything she added perspective and a different side to Jason Morgan.

Liz quietly refilled their coffee cups and allowed her eyes to travel back and forth between Robin and Courtney. Seeing the 2 women together made Liz momentarily understand why Jason couldn't be with her and why he'd chosen Courtney instead. Courtney was the exact opposite of Robin and herself, not that Liz fancied herself anything like Robin. Yet, she still couldn't help but notice the similarities. They both met Jason after losing someone special, they both had experience dealing with hard situations with grace and dignity Robin her HIV and Liz the rape. They both had aspirations and dreams for themselves, both petite brunettes.

Then there was Courtney. She was sweet, but extremely naïve, she was easy to manipulate and probably easy for Jason to control. She didn't let herself dream of anything bigger than being Jason Morgans mob wife. If Jason wanted a surefire way to forget about Robin, he needed Courtney.

Robin glared in anger at her coffee cup. How could Jason do this? He took an innocent girl, built himself up to be this larger than life hero, then broke her heart. And the fact that that innocent young girl was none other than his brothers wife, well in Robin's book that made Jason an even bigger ass.

But what made her angrier than anything else, was the fact that Jason never told Courtney that he slept with someone who was HIV positive. Though she knew from Sonny that Jason always tested negative, that was still Courtney's right to know.

Courtney blew her nose on a napkin. The last hour irreparably changed her life. She never would have imagined thinking this, but at that moment in time she actually understood AJ and liked him more than his brother.

Robin sipped her coffee and sighed. Well, that was certainly educational.

The younger 2 women at the table laughed uncomfortably. I'll say, Liz said, picking up on Robin's desire to lighten the mood. In fact, I think it calls for some chocolate cake. I made one from Ruby's famous recipe this morning, you girls want a piece?

I would love one, Robin answered. And I would love it even more if you could put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.

Courtney smiled, That sounds heavenly. Nothing like chocolate to ease a broken heart.

Or a disillusioned one, Liz added bitterly while walking away. She wasn't as angry with Jason as the other 2 were. In her mind he was more a friend than an ex, but for the sake of Robin and Courtney, she was slightly pissed. Jason Morgan projected himself as the ultimate bad boy with a heart. Too bad he was just bad, Liz thought.

Robin swirled her coffee around in her cup, watching as the dark liquid spun and created a tornado. I'm sorry, she whispered to Courtney. I mean I know it's not my fault, but I feel bad. Especially for what happened in France

No! Don't apologize, Courtney cried softly, placing a hand on top of Robin's. This is not your doing. It's all him. Besides, she smiled sadly, how could I ever live up to you?

For the last hour Robin maintained an angry front. Anger was easier than hurt. But at Courtney's words, something broke. A tear fell. Don't ever EVER say that again, Courtney. Don't ever feel like you're not good enough. I may have only spoken with you for an hour, but in that hour I saw a young woman who is fiercely loyal, loving, dependable and sweet. Don't ever feel you need to measure yourself against someone else.

Courtney buried her head in her hands and cried. I just wanted him to love me, and all he ever wanted was you.

Robin stood up and moved her chair around so she was next to Courtney. She put her arm around the young woman and hugged her gently. Thats not your fault. It's Jason's. He's not worth it, Courtney.

Liz returned to the table carrying 3 large slices of heavenly cake. She heard Courtney's cries, and Robin's efforts at comforting. She hadn't liked Courtney for quite some time, but seeing the girl so broken made her remember when they were friends. Liz set the cake down and sank to her knees. She touched Courtney's long hair, and brushed it away from her face. Robin's right. You're all those things.

Courtney cried even harder. You don't even like me.

Liz couldn't help it, she laughed. Oh, Courtney, I do like you. I was just jealous. I'll admit that now. You are loyal and sweet, and don't forget honest. Remember when that car hit me? You confessed even though you weren't sure it was you. Thats an admirable quality to have.

While Liz and Robin soothed Courtney's tears, the bell to Kelly's dinged as a new customer walked in. Liz raised her head and looked over Courtney's shoulder. Her eyes narrowed. Robin's gaze followed Elizabeths, and fury swept over her.

Jason looked around and his eyes found Liz. Then Robin. They were both comforting a crying girl. He looked closer. Oh shit, he swore softly and he knew that all hell was about to break loose.

Jason sat down quietly at a table on the opposite side of the room. Every once and awhile he would glance at Liz, Courtney, and Robin. All 3 looked upset and extremely pissed off. The fact that they were all together actually scared Jason a little. It's not everyday a man sees all his exes in one place, together, talking, and probably about the one thing they had in common.

Liz stood up. I better go take his order. It doesn't look like he's going anywhere.

Robin nodded. Okay. I'd tell you to be nice, but honestly I don't care. Courtney let a laugh that ended in a sob.

Liz walked purposefully over to Jason. When he saw her he flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile. She didn't return it.

What can I get you Mr. Morgan?

Oh, crap, he thought, it's Mr. Morgan. Out loud he said. Elizabeth, please

Do you want to order, or not? she asked briskly.

He studied her unrelenting features and sighed. I'll just have my usual, he glanced back at Robin, to go.

Liz made a quick notation and went back to the kitchen.

Courtney, Robin whispered, maybe we should go. You're upset, understandably, maybe you need to go lay down.

Courtney nodded. I think you're right. I don't even want to be in the same room as him. She stood up and gathered up her coat. Robin quickly followed suit.

I'm going to go the hospital and check on Sonny. Will you be okay by yourself?

Yes, I'll be fine. I'm just going to go back to my place and try to put my life back into perspective, Courtney responded.

Robin nodded. She pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and wrote something down. Here, she offered, this is my cell number. If I'm not at Sonny's, you can reach me here. Call if you need anything. Even if it's just a shoulder to cry on.

Thanks. I'll see you later. Courtney walked to the door. On her way past Jason's table, she paused. She removed her left glove, then slowly took off her engagement ring. Without looking at him or saying a word she laid it on the table and left.

Jason picked up the ring and slipped it in his pocket. He was grateful for Courts silence, though he wasn't sure if that was what he deserved. He noticed Robin was still there, arranging her coat and scarf.

She popped her head into the kitchen and said good-bye to Liz and paid her bill. A young voice called her name. Robin? Robin is that you?

Robin turned around to come face to face with her young cousin Georgie and an unknown young man. Georgie! Robin shrieked happily, pulling her into a hug. Oh my gosh, you've grown up! You're so beautiful!

Georgie squeezed Robin tightly, smiling hugely. How long have you been back? Why are you back? Not that it's not great to see you. Why didn't we know? Does Dad know? How long are you staying? Where are you staying? Did you bring your mom with you? Georgie fired off her questions without pausing for a breath. A large smile lit up her face.

Robin laughed loudly. Whoa, girl, slow down! I've only been back for a day. I'm back because Sonny called and he needed me. No one but Sonny knows I'm back. I don't know how long I'm staying. I'm staying at Sonny's now, but not permanently. Yes, I brought my mom as well as Brenda, she paused and took a deep breath. I don't believe I know you, she said to the boy with Georgie. I'm Robin, Georgie's cousin.

The boy held out his hand. I'm Dillon Quartermaine. Georgie's boyfriend.

Boyfriend? You really have grownup. Robin grinned and studied Dillon closely. You said your last name was Quartermaine, how is it I've never met you? I did grow up here, you know, she said with mock seriousness.

I'm Tracy's son. Ned's my brother.

Oh, that would explain it. Tracy hmmm. You're mom is quite the character, Robin giggled suddenly. I remember one Thanksgiving when

When she hired thieves to rob the mansion, finished Dillon with a grin. Yeah I've heard the story.

Robin was torn, she wanted to catch up with her cousin but also needed to leave. She kept shooting covert glances at Jason, not sure whether she should stay or go. When it was evident he wasn't going anywhere she decided she would. Well, it was nice meeting you, Robin said to Dillon with a smile, then turned her attention back to Georgie. I'll see you later. I would stay and chat, but I have to get to the hospital. If you see Mac, don't tell him I'm here, okay? I want to tell him myself.

Georgie hugged her cousin again. Okay. Boy, it's good to see you again. I've really missed you.

I've missed you too, sweetie. I'll talk to you later. Robin pulled out of Georgie's hug and headed for the door when she ran smack in the middle of someones very large chest. The person steadied her by the shoulders.

Excuse me, she apologized, keeping her head down. I wasn't watching were I was going.

Jason heard Robin's apology and his head shot up. His eyes narrowed when he saw whose hands were on Robin. He jumped up immediately, with every intention of yanking her out of this mans grasp to hell with the fact she hated him now.

Thats okay, a deep voice responded. I also wasn't the mans voice trailed off when Robin's lifted her head.

Their eyes met and instant grins overspread their faces. Lorenzo! Robin squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.

Lorenzo Alcazar squeezed her back, lifting her off the ground. Robin Scorpio, you are a sight for sore eyes.

Jason stopped dead in his tracks, his blood turning cold. His plan for rescuing Robin was obviously unnecessary. He watched with growing jealousy and Robin hugged his enemy.

Lorenzo Alcazar, you were the last person I ever expected to see here. How are you? Robin asked enthusiastically.

I'm good, and I have to say you were also the last person I ever expected to see here. I thought you were living in Paris? Lorenzo set Robin back down on her feet.

Oh I am. I'm just here for a visit. An old friend needed me. What are you doing here? Robin pulled him by the hand and they sat down at the nearest table.

Jason watched the interaction, his eyes flashing with anger and his body tense. Lorenzo obviously knew Robin and knew her well. They were familiar in each others company, and Robin, Jason noticed with irritation, had yet to let go of Lorenzo's hand.

I'm here on business, Lorenzo stated ambiguously.

Jason snorted loudly, causing both Robin and Lorenzo to look at him. Both glared, but for different reasons.

Oh, business. Well, I hope this business doesn't prevent you from seeing old friends, Robin hinted playfully.

Lorenzo squeezed her hand gently, his eyes softening. No, nothing could prevent me from seeing old friends.

They gazed at each other for a moment without speaking. Liz came out of the kitchen with Jason's food in a Styrofoam container. Without taking his eyes off Robin he handed her money, but didn't leave.

How long will you be in town?

Actually, Lorenzo said with a smile, I moved here. I'm living on the east end of town. Let me get you my card. He fished out a shiny white business card and handed it to Robin. It has my personal phone number and cell number on it. I hope you'll call me while you're here. How long are you staying, by the way?

I don't know. As long as my friend needs me I guess. I took an indefinite leave of absence from the clinic, so well see. His wife is in a coma, so he's pretty distraught. I'll stay-

Robin, could I talk to you a moment? interrupted Jason angrily. Here she was spilling personal information about Sonny's state of mind to one of his enemies like it was no big deal.

No, she said, without looking at him, you can't. Robin refocused her attention on Lorenzo. So, I hope while I'm here I can persuade you to take me out to dinner.

"Robin please." begged Jason.

Of course you can, and it won't take much persuasion. What are you doing tomorrow night? Lorenzo, taking his cue from Robin, ignored Jason.

Let me get back to you. If Sonny is doing okay, that would be perfect, she smiled.

Sonny?

Yeah, the friend I'm helping.

Lorenzo frowned momentarily and flicked his eyes from Robin to Jason. No wonder Morgan was in a tizzy. Sonny Corinthos?

Yes. Do you know him? Robin asked sweetly.

Jason couldn't take it anymore. He reached down and pulled Robin to her feet. Robin, NOW!

Too stunned to protest she allowed Jason to drag her out of Kelly's. What the hell are you thinking talking to him about Sonny? he yelled.

Anger coursed through Robin's body. She raised a hand and slapped him. How dare you drag me out of there! She spun around and headed back to Kelly's.

Wait, he shouted. Robin please! Listen to me!

Why? Huh? Should I listen to you the same way you listened to me? she yelled back. Fine if thats how you want it, I will. Heres me listening. She stalked back into the dinner.

Her face was flushed and she was trembling slightly. Lorenzo worriedly touched her arm. Are you okay?

No, I'm not. Will you walk me to the hospital, please?

Yes of course.

Robin gathered her purse and the 2 headed out. Unknown to them, they were being followed.

Jason knew the best course of action was to stay behind and off the street. He knew Robin would be a force to be reckoned with if he was caught. He was slightly relieved when the 2 decided to take the scenic route to the hospital and cut through the park. It make following them much easier. Jason could stick to the trees and bushes and maintain a closer distance than if they were just on the street. He managed to stay far enough away from Robin and Lorenzo that they didn't realize he was there, and close enough that he could hear every word of their conversation.

Did Morgan hurt you? Lorenzo asked angrily as he gently placed Robin's arm in the crook of his.

No. I'm fine. He just makes me so angry sometimes! she shook her head. Enough about him. Tell me how you know Sonny.

Robin, you know I can't talk about my business.

Ahhh so thats how you know him. I know you can't tell me about what you do. Thats one rule I'm very familiar with, she said bitterly and Jason felt instantly guilty. He knew she was well acquainted with the ask-no questions rule long before he came along, but he still couldn't help but feel it was him that caused the bitterness in her voice.

I just can't figure out how you know him, persisted Lorenzo.

I surprised you didn't realize I did, she said honestly. You knew that one of the people Brenda wanted Luis to keep her from was Sonny. You know Brenda and I have been friends for years, how could you not have made the connection?

I don't know, he replied candidly. Maybe because you always seemed so innocent, so separate from that kind of world. So many people who deal with that kind of life become hard, you weren't.

Neither are you, she countered.

He laughed lightly. I guess you're right. So you've known Sonny for awhile?

Robin eyed him curiously. I don't know how much I should be talking to you about this.

Finally, Jason thought.

I'm not asking as a business associate.

Associate my foot, Jason mumbled.

I'm asking as your friend. I'm asking because I care about you and I know what hes capable of.

Some would say the same about you, Robin argued.

I know, he paused. I'm sorry if my questions bothered you.

No, thats okay. They haven't. Robin stared at him a moment.

I've known Sonny for awhile. You remember I told you about Stone? Lorenzo nodded. Well, Sonny was the man I told you about that was like a brother to him.

Comprehension dawned on Alcazars face as he nodded. Now it all falls into place. He was like your brother, too?

Yes.

Lorenzo stopped walking. Then that would make he paused. That would make Morgan the man that broke your heart. He looked closely at her. He was Sophie's father. It wasn't a question but a statement firmly rooted in certainty.

Jason fists clinched. His gut tightened. This man, this person he hated, knew his daughter! He knew Sophie, when Jason never got the chance. Anger and pain washed over him. He wondered how long it would be before he quit feeling guilty over past mistakes when another thought hit him. It was obvious Lorenzo knew intimate details of his and Robin's life together. It made him wonder how close he and Robin had become.

Yes, he's Sophia's father.

Lorenzo's face was a mask of confusion. Then Carly was the woman who was so cruel to you.

Yes, but Carly and I have reached a truce of sorts. We don't like each other, and probably never will, but we both love Sonny a hell of a lot more than we hate each other. Seeing us fight hurts him, so we've both put that anger aside.

For what felt like the hundredth time Jason wondered exactly what was between Robin, Sonny, and Carly.

I can't believe this, Alcazar mumbled, starting to walk away from her.

Robin quickly followed, pulling on his arm to get his attention. What?

It sure is a small world.

Lorenzo, what is it? What is the matter?

Oh Robin, he sighed, avoiding her eyes. I've fallen in love with the one person who hurt you more than anyone.

Robin laughed bitterly. Unless you fell in love with Jason and theres something you're not telling me, I think you're safe.

Jason felt a lump for in his throat. Robin was so casual with this man, so open about the hurt he put her through. It killed him to hear her say he hurt her worse than Carly, even though he knew it was true.

Carly. I've fallen for Carly.

Though Lorenzo Alcazar was the last person he wanted near Robin, his heart actually lightened when he realized that Lorenzo wasn't romantically interested in Robin.

Whoa, she breathed, I think I need to sit down. Lorenzo spied a nearby bench and steered her to it. How did that happen?

Lorenzo studied his gloved hands. You're not going to like it, Robin.

Tell me.

Carly was he hesitated, trying to come up with the right word, a bargaining tool several months back. Sonny had something I wanted, I had Carly, he stated simply, shrugging his shoulders lightly. He made it sound as though he was discussing trading baseball cards with Sonny on the playground, not the life of the woman they both apparently loved.

Robin pulled away from him slightly. You kidnapped Carly?

Well, she was already being held prisoner by another man, he reasoned with a slight whine in his voice. I took her from him and kept her on my yacht.

What is it with you Alcazar brothers and yachts? Robin asked angrily.

Listen, please, Robin he begged. This other man was keeping a pregnant Carly changed to a wall! I kept her on a yacht. I treated her well, and in the process I discovered an amazing woman. I fell for her.

Robin shook her head in disgust, partly in reference to Alcazars actions and partly because he called Carly an amazing woman. I know this kind of thing goes on in the world you and Sonny live in kidnapping, taking what you need to get what you want , but to fall in love with the wife of an enemy And I'm assuming Sonny is an enemy. He nodded. This is not good Lorenzo.

I know.

Sonny's not going to be happy that I'm friends with you.

Well, I can't say I'm happy you're friends with him, either.

Robin laughed lightly, then looked serious. Promise you won't hurt each other. I can't stand anymore loss in my life, Lorenzo.

Lorenzo stared at her. I don't know if I can make that promise.

Robin looked at him with pleading eyes. Why?

This is business, Robin. It's not personal.

But it's personal to me! she cried. It's personal when 2 men I care about are on the opposite sides of a deadly battle. Please, Lorenzo, please!

Robin

She heard the refusal in his tone and decided to pull out the big guns. She knew it wasn't fair and she knew he'd probably be angry with her, but she didn't care. When Sonny found out she knew Lorenzo, she'd probably have to use the same ammunition. Then don't do it for me. Do it for my little girl. Promise for Sophie. She loved him. You know she loved you. And I love him, like I love you. I don't want you to hurt each other.

Jason couldn't believe what Robin was asking! She was involving herself in something that didn't concern her. The business was never supposed to touch Robin, and here she was extracting promises from the enemy. And to top it all off she said she loved him. She loves him! Jason's mind screamed. He instantly forgot that Lorenzo, not moments ago professed a love for Carly. His mind didn't register the fact that she said she loved him like she loved Sonny, which could only mean like a brother all he heard was that she loved him.

Alcazar wilted and Robin knew it. She saw a hint of anger in his eyes when he spoke, It's business, Robin, he said firmly. But, I'll promise this. I won't intentionally hurt him, but if he comes after me, all bets are off.

Jason couldn't believe it! Little Robin Scorpio got big bad Lorenzo Alcazar to back off of Sonny! How many months had they been trying to do that? He knew even Carly, the woman Alcazar professed to love, had tried it and hadn't succeed, but Robin - in one afternoon - managed it.

She knew that was the best she could get out of him. Thank-you, she whispered. Now, will you take me to the hospital?

Jason watched them walk away, but stayed near their bench. Robin was the only person he knew that could get men like Alcazar to bend to her will. He was fairly certain that as soon as Sonny found out about her and Alcazar she would somehow manage to wring from him a similar promise. He didn't know how someone as good and pure as Robin could love men like Sonny and Alcazar. And you, his mind whispered, but he shoved the thought aside. She even spoke of Luis without malice, despite what he did to her best friend, and it made Jason love her even more. And it made him feel more hopeless than before. There was no way Robin would ever let him back into her life.

Jason waited until Sonny had returned from visiting Carly before delivering his news about Robin. He knew Sonny was going to be pissed and he was right. Sonny was not happy. As soon as Jason left, Sonny tried everything within his power to convince Robin that Alcazar was a bad influence, but it was to no avail. After listening to Sonny rant and rave for an hour, Robin had enough.

Sonny, I hear what you're saying. I really do. But do you realize that every reason on your list of reasons why I shouldn't be friends with Lorenzo is identical to every reason on Mac's list of why I shouldn't associate with you? If thats the way you're going to look at it, then I might as well listen to my uncle and go back to Paris right now.

Sonny turned moodily away. He's trouble, he stubbornly insisted.

Robin picked up her coat, prepared to leave. Fine. I can't stay here and listen to this anymore. I'm going to Mac's. But Sonny, she turned a steady gaze on him, if he's trouble, then so are you. Maybe I see something in him, something good, like I see in you. She headed to the door of his penthouse. I love you Sonny. We lived through something so awful that it created an unbreakable bond between us. I don't just care about you because of Stone, and I'd like to think it's the same for you.

It is.

Then trust me on this, okay?

Sonny walked to her and put his arms around her. I love you. I don't want to see you hurt.

Lorenzo is incapable of hurting me.

Sonny stared at Robin in shock. Those were strong words, ones that probably didn't even apply to him. What did he do that created such loyalty in you?

Robin fiddled with her scarf. He kept my baby alive long enough for me to say good-bye. He was there when you couldn't be. He loved Sophie. She stated simply.

Guilt hit Sonny with such force it knocked the air out of his longs. I wanted to be there right after she died.

Robin touched his cheek. I know you did. Like I also know why you couldn't. You were half a world away, literally, and Lorenzo wasn't. She removed her recently donned coat and led Sonny to the couch. Remember I told you that a friend witnessed Sophia's accident? Sonny nodded. And how that same friend was instrumental in getting her immediate medical attention, though it didn't do any good? And how that same friend made sure that I was taken care of? And he made sure that the person that hit Sophie didn't leave the scene?

Sonny nodded. It was Alcazar, he said sadly.

Yes. It was Lorenzo. Thats why I can't stop seeing him, or being his friend. Though he rarely says anything, I know Lorenzo felt the pain of Sophia's death as much as you did. He was good to me, Sonny.

Sonny nodded, finally understanding. I still don't like, but I think I get it. We knew Stone was dying, and though that didn't make it any easier, we tried to be prepared. You weren't prepared for Sophie, and maybe that made it worse for you.

I don't know, she said slowly. Losing Stone was so different from losing Sophie. But, she hesitated, Sophie was my daughter. And you're right. It was completely unexpected and tragic.

And he helped you.

Yes, like you helped me after we lost Stone.

Then I'll second the promise he made to you. I won't touch him, unless he comes after me.

It won't happen.

You don't know that. Our business world is different from the real world, but I promise.

Robin leaned over and hugged Sonny tightly. Thank-you.

I love you, Robin.

I love you too.

The weeks seemed to fly by, and before Robin knew it, it was nearing Christmas. Carly was still comatose, but Sonny was able to bring baby Morgan home a couple of days after Robin's arrival.

Robin was still living with Sonny, helping to care for Morgan and Michael. Though things were quiet on the streets and no threats had been made toward Robin, Sonny still felt better knowing she was in the secure Penthouse.

She finally told Mac she was in town, and they spent a fun, but at times awkward, Thanksgiving together. Mac was anything but happy at her decision to continue to live at Sonny's but she didn't relent. And neither did he. Every week, Mac came up with a new ploy to try and convince Robin to move out of Harbor View Towers.

Anna and Brenda, not sharing Robin's view of Harbor Towers, vacated Jason's penthouse shortly after their arrival. They told Robin they couldn't stand living in the home of such a big ass. Anna moved in with Mac to help with Georgie and Maxie, whose mother was still in Texas. Anna was a positive influence on the girls, and soon both calmed down and got back on track.

Jason, much to the chagrin of Robin and Sonny, moved back into his penthouse. Sonny found out about what happened in Paris, though not from either Robin or Jason. Brenda eventually told him. Sonny was extremely angry, and felt equally as guilty. He felt responsible for giving Jason Robin's address. Robin tried to assure him that it wasn't his fault. Just because you sent him there, doesn't mean he put the words in Jason's mouth, she said. Still, Sonny felt guilty, and he took it out on Jason.

Brenda moved into the gatehouse at the Quartermaine mansion after Ned vacated it after his Thanksgiving wedding to Alexis. The Quartermaine's, always favorites with Brenda, delighted at having her so close and she loved the attention they bestowed on her.

Brenda was shocked to find Lorenzo Alcazar in Port Charles, but was surprisingly glad to see him. Lorenzo had always been good to her when she was with Luis, and Brenda remembered how he helped Robin after her daughter died. Lorenzo was the complete opposite of his psycho-brother Luis. In fact, so much so, that Brenda began to wonder if Lorenzo Alcazar might be just the thing to distract while she was in Port Charles. For some reason she couldn't get the image of Johnny O'Brien out of her head and hoped Alcazar would do the trick.

Such was the thought on her mind as she was let into Sonny's penthouse. Johnny was outside the door and the 2 exchanged a brief but heated glance. Brenda opened her mouth to say something, but Johnny merely grinned and all words were lost. She rushed in quickly as soon as she felt her face begin to burn with another uncharacteristic blush. She had no idea how Johnny brought that out so easily.

Brenda spied Robin on a small foot ladder, hanging ornaments, while Michael handed them to her from below. Baby Morgan was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet beside the couch. There was a pile of chocolate chip cookies next to the box of colorful ornaments and 2 very large glasses of milk on the coffee table.

Robin glanced over her shoulder and spotted her friend. Hey! Just in time to put the finishing touches on the tree. Michael, why don't show Brenda what ornaments we have left.

An hour later, the 3 merry-makers were laughing and giggling around a glowing tree when Sonny walked in the door. His arms were full of packages. Brenda rushed to help him. The 2 piled the packages under the tree.

You certainly bought a lot, Robin commented smilingly.

Well, somebody had to make up for Carly not being able to shop, Sonny joked. Robin's presence truly put him at peace. He was worried about his wife, but witnessing Robin's confidence, day in and day out, made him more comfortable with the idea that his wife would get better.

You put her to shame, Sonny, Brenda laughed.

Shed like to see this, he said softly.

Robin and Brenda both chuckled. I'm not so sure. Me and Brenda, here, taking care of her children? She'd probably throw us out.

Well, she'd throw me out, Brenda said frankly. You and Carly have the truce thing going, so she'd probably just glare at you all night and play nice.

Sonny laughed, Brenda had his wife down to a T. God I miss her.

Robin patted his arm. I know you do. Just keep praying, maybe you'll get a Christmas miracle.

The door opened, and Johnny ushered in Courtney. Hey everyone, I'm glad you're all here.

Brenda and Robin both offered Courtney polite hellos and smiles. The 3 women weren't exactly close. Though Robin and Courtney got along fine and respected each other, they were by no means friends. Part of Courtney still resented Robin, or rather resented all the things Robin was and she wasn't. And though Robin would never in a million years admit it, she was a little jealous of the fact that not only had Jason moved on with the young girl, but was serious enough about her to marry her. She and Jason were together for years, and the closest they ever got to marriage was an engagement-to-be-engaged ring. Jason dated Courtney for less than a year then jumped into marriage.

I have some big news, Courtney continued. I'm moving.

What?! Brenda and Sonny exclaimed. Robin just smiled reassuringly at the young blond.

I'm moving, she repeated. Sonny, I'm not sure if I should say this, so don't let it go to your head. She paused and smiled a little ruefully. But, you were right. I should go to school. Port Charles isn't really the place for me. I've been looking around for awhile. In fact, Robin helped me a little.

Sonny turned to Robin. Why didn't you tell me this?

It wasn't place, and Courtney wasn't sure. Besides, this is mostly her idea, I just recommended a couple of schools.

And I picked one, Courtney announced. I start at Boston College in January. I registered in time for the spring semester.

Sonny sat down heavily on the couch, taking a deep breath. Wow. I don't know what to say. He looked up at his sister and noticed that for the first time since Jason dumped her at the altar, she was glowing. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed prettily. I'm happy for you.

Courtney beamed. Thanks but, you might not like the next part. I'm moving up there tomorrow.

What?! Sonny shouted, for the second time. Tomorrow? Christmas is in 6 days!

I know, and I'll drive down for Christmas. But I just need to get out, you know? Get away. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. I'm going to look for an apartment, maybe a job. Buy my books, check out campus. It'll be like a vacation for me. I'll be back here Christmas Eve and leave again New Years Day. Sonny shook his head, but she continued. I want to do this Sonny. I have to. This will be the first time I'm on my own. It'll be good for me. I've already talked to Max, because I knew I couldn't get away without a guard, and if it's alright with you, hell come with me.

Sonny looked dazed, but agreed. I guess if it's what you want. He hugged her. As long as you're happy.

I am. Anyway, thats why I stopped by. I have to get home and pack. I'll call you when we get to Boston. She headed for the door, but changed her mind and came back to Robin and Brenda. She hugged them both quickly and a little awkwardly. Thank-you both.

For what? Robin asked.

For making me realize that I've got more potential than just being Jason Morgans mob-wife. She looked at Brenda, And for listening and always being nice to me whenever you're here. She paused. "If you're every in Boston, please stop and see me.

We will, Brenda promised.

Robin hurried to the desk and quickly pulled out a piece of paper and pen. She jotted something down and handed to Courtney. Thats the address and phone number of a friend I have in Boston. Her name is Chelsea. I knew her when I went to Yale. Shes great. I'm going to call her and tell you're moving there. Shell show you around and if you ever need a shoulder to cry on Robin shook the memories out of her head, she's wonderful.

Courtney took the paper gratefully. Thanks. I appreciate it. I'll see you guys in a few days.

After she left Robin, Brenda, and Sonny stared at each other a little stunned. Finally, after several minutes, Brenda spoke.

I'm happy for her. She seemed truly excited about her decision.

Yeah, Robin agreed. It'll be good for her.

Sonny nodded. But I'll miss her. It seems like I just found her. And now she's going.

Shell be back to visit, Brenda encouraged.

But it won't be the same. Sonny looked angry for a moment, then sad. I know it's good for her and what she wants. But, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, damn Jason for running my little sisters out of town. He stalked to the kitchen to put away the cookies.

Courtney Matthews hesitated a moment before ringing the bell to the large mansion. She was shaking slightly, from the cold and nervousness.

Miss Matthews, Reginald said, a little shocked after opening the door. What can I do for you?

Is AJ here?

Reginald glanced behind his shoulder, a little nervously. He was never sure who was lurking in the background at the Quartermaine mansion. Yes, he is. Though, I'm not sure

Courtney sighed. Just tell him I'm here. If he doesn't want to see, come back and tell me and I'll go.

Yes, Miss. Come in. He ushered in the large foyer of the mansion and hurried upstairs to get AJ.

Reginald found him in his room, surrounded by boxes and suitcases. His walls and shelves were bare, and it was obvious by his open closet, that everything he owned was packed up. Uh, sir? You have uh are you going somewhere?

AJ looked up, startled. Oh, Reginald, it's you. And yes, if you must know, I'm leaving town. He threw a couple piles of clothes into an empty suitcase. I'm sick of the people here and everything else. I can't see my son and everywhere I turn I'm reminded of one of my many failures," he said sarcastically, emphasizing the word 'failures.' "I was offered a job at I.M.U.L. Incorporated in Boston I accepted. I gave Grandfather my resignation this morning, and I leave in, he glanced at his watch, exactly 37 minutes.

Reginald's mouth gaped open. He was usually the eyes and ears of this place, and he had no idea that AJ was moving anywhere, let alone quitting his job. Well, um, good luck sir. Is it a good job?

Well, it's only a vice-president position, and it doesn't pay as well as the one at ELQ, but at least no one at I.M.U.L. has it in for me, or is related to me, or only thinks of me as the alcoholic bastard who killed the golden boy, he replied bitterly.

Reginald sighed softly. He always felt a little bad for AJ. They may not ever admit it, but the Quartermaine's all favored Jason over AJ. In Reginald's humble opinion, that was what caused a lot of AJ's problems. I hope it all works out for you.

Thanks Reginald. You know, AJ said eyeing the butler, you're the only one in this house besides Emily and Grandmother, that isn't totally nuts. I don't know how you do it.

Reginald laughed. It's my secret. He turned to leave, then remembered the visitor downstairs. Oh, you have a visitor. Miss Matthews.

A myriad of emotions flooded AJ regret, anger, guilt love. Courtney's here?

Yes. She asked to see you.

Me?

Reginald smiled discreetly at AJ's repetitiveness. Yes. She said to tell you she's here and if you don't want to see her, shell go.

AJ smoothed his hair and checked his clothes over. He knew he looked moderately respectable. He was wearing a hunter green shirt, black pants, and loafers. His hair was a little wild, but okay. Okay. I'll go down. Thank-you Reginald.

The butler nodded and left. AJ steeled his emotions, making sure the nice thick wall he built around his heart was well in tact and walked down the stairs. As he reached the rounded curve of the stairs, he spotted her. She looked out of place, like she always did at the mansion, but beautiful as ever. She was wearing jeans and black boots. Her thick black coat was open and he could see she had on a blue sweater, the exact shade of her eyes. Her hair was up in a in a slick ponytail, a style he was used to seeing on Robin since she returned to Port Charles.

AJ smiled to himself. The style suited her. He knew she'd been spending time with Robin, and it hit him all at once how truly young Courtney was. Yes, she was over 20, but seeing her try to emulate Robin, even in something as simple as a hairstyle, was endearingly naïve. He would bet his ELQ stock she didn't even realize she did it.

"Hello Courtney, he said tonelessly.

Hi, AJ.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. I uh well, the thing is, I wanted to say something She paused, and fiddled with the large poinsetta arrangement in the middle of the room.

Yes? he prompted.

Well, I kindaI wanted toI guess I owe you an apology.

He must not have heard her right. What did you say?

I owe you an apology.

AJ's jaw dropped. He searched Courtney's face for, he wasn't sure, maybe a trace of dishonesty, a lie, but he saw nothing but sincerity. And that made him feel ashamed. Sure Courtney had cheated on him with his brother, but (and he hated admitting this) he did drive her to him. He may not have driven her into Jason's bed, but he was stalking his own wife and scaring her to death.

Something stubborn in his mind screamed, She should have ran to you! But he ignored it. He was leaving town if there was ever a time to try and make things right, it was now. He grasped one of his ex-wives hands and squeezed gently. If anyone should be apologizing it should be me, he whispered thickly. He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat and he realized, much to his dismay, that he was still in love with her. I'm sorry Courtney. For everything; for lying, for drinking, for making you feel guilty, for . He paused as a tear fell down his cheek. He knew he had to apologize for stalking her, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. I'm sorry for for His voice cracked and he turned away.

Courtney reached out and touched his shoulder. She knew what he was trying to say, when it dawned on her that that was enough. She didn't need to hear him specifically say the word stalking, she knew. She slowly turned him around and wrapped her arms around his neck. And I'm sorry for cheating on you and making you feel there was no other way to keep me in your life. I'm sorry that I made you feel you had to resort-

AJ pulled her close to him. Stop, he interrupted. It was all me, my fault. I was drinking, I drove into Coleman's club, which led to to anyway, I'm sorry.

Courtney laughed a little and rested her head on his shoulder. I think we could stand here and apologize all day and it won't get us anywhere. How about I say I accept your apology and you accept mine and we call it good?

AJ inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and forgot for an instant what they were talking about. All he could concentrate on was the woman in his arms.

AJ? Did you hear me?

Ummm, yes, sorry. I accept your apology. Do you forgive me?

Yes, she whispered, pulling out of his embrace to look him in the eye. Her eyes softened and widened a little as she read love in AJ's gaze. He lowered his eyes her lips, while her own baby blues fluttered shut. She shouldn't let him kiss her, but she powerless to stop.

He mouth moved slowly toward hers. Just as their lips were about to meet, the doorbell rang. Courtney jumped out of AJ's arms and looked away embarrassed.

Running a hand through his hair he jerked open the door to find a chauffeur. His car, he remembered. I'm ready. I'll just have Reginald bring down my bags. He turned back to find Courtney studying him closely.

Are you going somewhere?

Yes, actually. I'm moving. Though at the moment he wasn't too excited about it.

Moving? she repeated softly. Where?

Boston. I was offered a job with a company that might actually appreciate me, so I took it.

Courtney smiled. I'm moving to Boston, too.

AJ's heart beat erratically. She was actually telling him him! her ex-husband! Oh really. He feigned nonchalance. Why?

I'm going to school. I'm actually leaving today. You were my last visit before heading out.

Seizing a moment he offered quickly, Do you want a ride up there? I mean my limo is pretty big and the company would be nice.

She hesitated for a second. But my car

Oh. Thats okay, he said, disappointment painted on every feature. Surprisingly, Courtney was disappointed too.

Well we're leaving at the same time.I could, uh, well, we could meet up later tonight and have dinner.

AJ grinned. That would be great.

Courtney smiled back. Okay. She pulled a piece of paper from her purse and wrote her cell number down. Call me when you get settled. She smiled once more at him before leaving.

AJ watched her retreating form, feeling better about himself than he had in weeks. He knew this move to Boston was going to be a good one.

Jason had managed to successfully stay out of Robin's way for weeks, but everyday without was like torture torture he still felt he deserved. But, the time had come, he decided. He needed to make things up to her and he had an idea that just might work. With Christmas so close he was hoping Robin was feeling the spirit of the season and willing to forgive him.

Jason knocked on Sonny's front door, and he realized that it had been years since he actually had to knock. Usually he just walked right in, like he owned the place.

The guard standing outside the door stared blatantly at his boss. Mr. Morgan never knocked. He knew his 2 bosses hadn't been on the best of terms, and he gathered that the reason was Sonny's beautiful houseguest.

Jason turned to the guard. Isn't anyone home, Bart?

They should be oh, Bart paused, wait a minute. Mr. Corinthos took Michael to the hospital, but Ms. Scorpio should be in.

Jason hesitated for a minute. It was the perfect opportunity. Sonny wasn't home and he could actually attempt to have a conversation with Robin without Sonny's death glares.

He opened the door slowly and peeked in. The living room was empty but he could hear soft singing coming from the kitchen. Hello? he called. Anyone home?

Robin froze instantly. She had Morgan in her arms and was warming up a bottle for him when she heard Jason's voice. They hadn't spent anytime together since that awful night in Paris. She knew he was avoiding her, and she was avoiding him. Sonny, Anna, and Brenda also made a conscious effort to help keep the 2 apart.

But know she was alone. Sonny was gone. Leticia was off. Anna and Brenda were heaven knows where. She had to face him.

Steeling herself and grabbing the bottle she exited the kitchen. Jason's chest tightened and he forgot to breathe. The sight before him was glorious beautiful.

Baby Morgan was nestled in the crook of Robin's arms. She was feeding him a bottle. The child's dark hair contrasted perfectly with Robin's red sweater. Her own hair was swept up in a clip and several strands were framing her face. She wore dark flared jeans and black boots to match her black belt. He had never seen anything more exquisite in all his life. She looked like a Madonna.

He shouldn't have come.

He backed away towards the door, a font of emotions washing over him. This was probably how she looked holding their child. The child he never knew.

As he walked backwards he bumped into the desk. Robin watched, stunned, as sadness and fear crossed his face. She glanced down at the child in her arms and back at Jason and she knew what he was thinking. For the first time since Paris, she looked at him and didn't feel anger, only pity. Jason she started.

No. Don't. I I shouldn't have come here. I'm sorry, he whispered quickly. He continued backing toward the door, his eyes never leaving Robin or the baby. As he reached for the doorknob, Robin spied a tear fall down his cheek. She didn't even think he realized it.

Despite her head telling her not to go to him (her mind was practically screaming all the terrible things he said to her), she couldn't help it. He looked so completely destroyed. You don't have to be friends permanently, she told herself, but you can be nice.

Jason, she whispered, walking toward him. She stopped briefly and set Morgan down in his bassinet.

He grasped the doorknob with his free hand and turned his head away. He couldn't bear to see the compassion in her eyes, especially since he didn't deserve it. No, he repeated weakly.

She reached him and faltered. A part of her wanted to reach out and wipe away his tear, but a larger part wouldn't let her. So she simply stood. Jason, she said again and paused. She didn't know how to continue.

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name on her lips. He finally felt the moisture on his cheeks, and realized he was crying. He put his hands over his face to shield from her his pain. Please don't, he begged, as his shoulders began heaving with his sobs. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor.

Robin let out a small gasp and ignored the warnings in her head. She slipped to her knees and drew him to her. He held on to her waist as she smoothed his hair.

I'm so sorry!! he sobbed. I'm so sorry!!

Robin rested her cheek on the top of his hair, but didn't respond. She kept rubbing his head and back, yet she couldn't form words. He spent weeks apologizing before, only to immediately crush her again. How was she to know he wouldn't do it again? His body shook uncontrollably and he could barely breathe. Robin listened to the large gulps of air he kept trying to inhale that never quite filled his lungs. She listened to the deep cries that escaped his lips. Shed seen him cry, but never like this.

Jason thought he felt pain before finding out about Sophie, learning that Robin told AJ about Michael, Robin leaving town but those were nothing compared to now. He thought he'd never get a full breath of air again. He was sure his lungs would explode, but the tears kept falling. He read somewhere once that the body is 98% water, and he was certain he was losing all 98% of it right now.

Robin rocked her body back and forth, holding him close like she would a child and whispered nonsensical words of comfort. Eventually, Jason cries began to subside and his breathing steadied. I'm sorry, he whispered again.

I know, she finally responded quietly. I forgive you, was something she couldn't quite say yet.

He sighed deeply. He heard her response, but it was what he didn't hear that sobered him the most. She knew he was sorry, but wasn't ready to forgive him.

He pulled back and leaned against the door. Robin crossed her legs in front of her. Are you okay?

I don't know if I'll ever be okay, he replied despondently.

Robin reeled back a little at his words. What?

I hurt you, more times than I even want to think about. I turned my back on my daughter. I ruined any chance that you and I will ever be able to be together, let alone friends, he paused and looked down at his hands. He studied his nails for moment before meeting Robin's gaze head on. The suffering she saw there stole her breath. His eyes looked so defeated, so hopeless. So, no. I'm not sure I'm okay.

Not knowing what to say she stood up and fiddled with Morgans bottle. Souh did you need something? she asked, referring to his sudden appearance at Sonny's penthouse.

Jason stood up as well, locking his emotion effectively away. Actually I came to see you.

Me?

Yeah. I kinda well I guess I have something that I'd like to give you for Christmas if you'll let me. I mean, I understand if you don't want to accept it. You have every right to just kick me out of here and not listen to me, but I would really like to give it to you. So, if you would just hear me out-

Stop, Robin interrupted. She smiled slightly. Jason was rambling, and fast. He never rambled. She studied him for a moment. The earnest look on his face softened her resolve a little. Okay. How about you tell me what it is first.

Well, I'd like to be a surprise. He hesitated. He didn't want to ruin the chance that she might actually accept it. But, I guess I can tell you.

She could see he was a little disappointed, and for some reason his crying jag seemed to make her more tolerant to his presence in her life. Fine. I'll take it no matter what it is. It can be a surprise.

He grinned, for the first time since returning from Port Charles. The sight stole Robin's breath. He was so handsome. Great! I have it now. Can you leave? Well take Morgan with us. Here, he grabbed both Robin and the baby's coats, lets go.

10 minutes later Robin was standing in a greenhouse on the edge of town. Of all the places for Jason to drag her, a greenhouse was not what she expected. She was grateful, though. The cold winter temperatures were blistering and she didn't want to keep Morgan out in the cold. The warmth of the greenhouse provided a comfortable blanket for herself and the baby. It was absolutely beautiful. She had visited greenhouses before, but never one quite like this. It was like walking into a garden paradise in the middle of a desert.

Jason left Robin standing near the entrance while he quickly went to find Mr. Brady, the man who was in charge of managing the greenhouse in the winter. Robin unbuttoned her coat and relished the unexpected warmth and humidity one didn't find in New York in the winter. With Morgan in his stroller she began walking around, admiring all the plants that were growing.

She noticed the greenhouse was divided into different sections. Shrubbery and what looked like small trees were on one end, flowers were in the middle, and green houseplants were on the opposite end. Spying a colorful collection of tulips, Robin made her way down the flower aisle. Whispering in Morgans ear about all the flowers they encountered on the way, Robin meandered down the path.

Robin, Jason called. She looked up and found him with an older gentleman with graying hair and kind eyes. This is Mr. Brady, he runs this place. Mr. Brady this is Robin Scorpio.

Robin offered her hand. It's nice to meet you.

Mr. Brady smiled. It's nice to meet you too. Normally I have to content myself with the beauty of the flowers, but you put them all to shame, my dear.

Robin blushed and Jason couldn't help but think Mr. Brady was right. Tulips and roses may be pretty, but Robin was in a class all by herself.

Mr. Morgan, here, I believe has something for you young lady. Mr. Brady gestured for Robin to follow. The 3 adults weaved their way through the indoor Garden of Eden to the left hand area of the building, near the trees. Here we are, Mr. Brady gestured toward a small tree about 4 feet tall. He handed a file of papers to Jason and smiled once more at Robin. There you go, kids. It was nice meeting you Robin. If there are any problems, Mr. Morgan, please call me. He offered his hand to Jason and Robin and walked away.

Robin reached out and gently touched the leaves on the new tree. She wasn't sure what kind of tree it was, but it was already quite pretty. She looked up at Jason, slightly confused. It's a pretty tree, she offered.

Thanks. It's yours.

You got me a tree? she said in a confused, stunned voice. When he said he had a Christmas present for her she thought maybe it was well, she didn't really know what it was, but she did know that nowhere on that list was a tree.

Jason handed her the papers that Mr. Brady had given him moments ago. Well yeah. Theres more. Open the file. Jason handed the file to her.

As Robin read her face became more and more unreadable. Jason, try as he may, could not make out what she was thinking. The file contained 4 sheets of paper and Robin was quickly done. She closed the file and stared at her shoes, avoiding eye contact. Jason checked Morgans blanket and made sure the child was secure in an effort to keep his emotions in check. She wasn't saying anything. Do-do you like it? I mean is it okay? Was it wrong for me to do it?

Robin looked up, tears shining like stars in her eyes. No, she whispered, it wasn't wrong.

But you look upset, he quickly countered, his face worried.

Robin shook her head. No. I'm not upset. She bent over and gently touched Morgans face. The baby smiled up at her.

Then will you please say something! he exclaimed suddenly, unable to take her silence any longer.

Robin looked surprised and back down at the folder in her hands. Just when she thought she had Jason Morgan figured out he does something so out of character she's rendered speechless. Hidden behind the innocuous mask of a file folder was the sweetest gift anyone had given her. There were 4 pages, each one making a bridge towards forgiveness.

The top page was a certificate, rendering Robin Scorpio the proud owner of a new birch tree. The second page was a form explaining that in the spring specifically May her tree would be planted in the Port Charles Park in memory of her daughter, Sophie. Robin's mind focused on the fact that the paper said HER daughter, not THEIR daughter, but she would deal with that later. The third page was a poem, Birches by Robert Frost, and the last page was a simple letter from Jason explaining what he had done.

Robin opened the file and reread Jason's note.

Dear Robin,

You know words aren't my strong suit and writing letters was never something I did well, (you remember the one I tried to write you when you were Yale, but never sent) but I wasn't sure I could say all this to your face. I thought this would be easier. I know nothing I can ever say or do will ever take back the hateful words I spoke to you. I've sat around for the last month wondering what I could do to make you stop hating me and I'm no closer to figuring that out that I was the day you left Paris. I know I could apologize until I'm blue in the face and it won't make it okay. But I'm hoping this will help. I'm not expecting immediate forgiveness. I'm not expecting anything. I'm just hoping maybe this will me become your friend again.

I heard around town that your visit here has been extended indefinitely. I know you probably don't mind, because thats the kind of person you are, but I know you left a part of your heart in Paris, like I did. Thats what this whole tree thing is about.

I can't bring Sophie back, and I can't bring her final resting place to you either, but I can make a place for you to go and talk to her while you're here. This tree that is front of you will be planted in the park in the spring. I remember how you loved the park and loved being near the trees. I guess I thought Sophie must have loved that too, because of the big oak next to her grave.

When I told Mr. Brady what I wanted to do, he immediately told me I should plant a birch tree and he showed me the poem you just read. He said that even though it was about a boy swinging from birches, he said he always thought of birches as the tree of children. I've never even seen a picture of Sophie, but somehow I know if she had lived she would have been a swinger of birches.

He showed me pictures of other birch trees and he said he always thought they were the most beautiful trees in New York. He said they symbolize self-sacrifice, gracefulness, and devotion. You're all those things to me, Robin. You are the best person I've ever known. You made me a better person when I was with you. This tree may be planted in our daughters name, but for me it will also represent who you are as a person pure and timeless.

Jason

Robin smiled softly and looked back up at Jason. Theres more, he said.

More?

Yeah. Come here. He took her hand in one of his and the stroller in the other. He led her to the back of the greenhouse to what appeared to be Mr. Brady's workshop. He pointed to a bench. It was a simple wooden bench, nothing fancy, just like a million benches in parks all over the world. The only thing that made this one special was a small carving at the top of the back. It was a tiny angel, the exact replica of the angel on Sophie's tombstone in Paris.

I wanted this tree and this bench to be for you. I didn't want to make it into a big thing that the whole town knew about. Not even Sonny or Brenda. I want it to be your special place. Thats why I had Mr. Brady carve the angel. That way you know, and no one else has to.

Robin gazed up at Jason. She ran a hand across the carving. Looking back at Jason she took one of his hands in hers and placed it on the angel. She then placed her smaller hand over his and intertwined their fingers. Leaning down, she placed a kiss over the heart of their joined hands.

She stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. Thank-you she whispered into his leather jacket. She opened her mouth to say something else I forgive you, perhaps but she couldn't do it.