September 15, 2006

Wyndemere: Nursery

Nikolas Cassadine had grown up in a family that had defined everything a family shouldn’t be. Manipulative, deceitful, abusive, unloving and outright insane at times. The first time he’d even had contact with a normal family had been with the Spencers and no one would ever accuse Luke Spencer of being normal.

Despite his uncle’s high hopes for the future of the Cassadine family and Nikolas’s role in reviving their once rich heritage, Nikolas had made his own plans years ago and despite a few detours along the way, he’d stuck to it. He had planned a life with Gia, but they had never intended to have children. He’d married Emily but they’d never had a moment’s peace to think about children.

So he’d never had to explain to either woman why he didn’t intend to procreate. That he wanted the direct Cassadine line to die with him. And it almost had. Until Courtney became pregnant and the possibility of having children became tangible.

During those long, awful months after Courtney’s death, watching Jax and Carly with Misha (though he’d been John in those days), a piece of Nikolas’s heart opened and for the first time, he wanted a family. He wanted a life. He’d sent his grandmother to the ends of the earth and paid men quite well to see that she stayed there. He’d done that after discovering that John was, in fact, his son.

In those first few terrifying weeks of being a father, Nikolas realized that a nanny would not provide everything that his son needed. Misha would need a mother, a family, and that had been the start of Nikolas’s grand vision of revitalizing the Cassadine family and making it something to be proud of.

His proposal to Robin had been painstakingly thought out–he’d thought about Emily, but only briefly. She’d been through too much thanks to his family and even so, she had been in love with Sonny. Nikolas didn’t altogether mind Emily being in love with someone else, but Sonny was dangerous in his own ways and Emily would always be tied to him. Being a Cassadine was bad enough without cursing Misha twice, so Emily had never been a serious option.

When his brother’s marriage collapsed and Elizabeth indicated that she would be seeking a divorce, Nikolas had briefly entertained her as a possible candidate but there were too many reasons that it could never work–most notably, he loved his brother too much. So she had never been a serious option either, though she’d been more likely than Emily.

No, Robin had been the best choice and though she’d turned him down the first time, he’d known she’d change her mind. She was too warm, too loving and she wanted a family too much to wait around for Patrick Drake to come to his senses. So he’d bided his time and it had taken only a week for Robin to find the doctor with Carly Corinthos at his hotel room. She’d come straight to him and accepted his proposal. They’d left for Greece only days later.

It didn’t particularly bother him that she was more than likely still in love with Patrick. He was still in love with Courtney and it was really too soon to move on from her. But Misha needed a mother and Nikolas wanted a family. He knew he could trust Robin to be faithful, so even if she still had feelings for the doctor, it would never go anywhere. She was beautiful, she was intelligent and above all, she loved Misha. She was the perfect wife and mother.

With Robin at his side, he could change the way Port Charles looked at the Cassadines. They would think of Alexis Davis, the district attorney. Samantha McCall, the college student. Robin Scorpio-Cassadine, the brilliant and dedicated doctor.

And one day, Helena, Mikkos and Stavros would be distant memories and in a few generations, they wouldn’t be remembered at all. This was the plan Nikolas had set out for his life now and he would do anything to ensure its success.

So he sat in the nursery and rocked Misha to sleep, telling him a story about his own childhood on Mykonos–one of the few happy stories, which involved learning to ride his first horse under the tutelage of his uncle.

When he’d set the sleeping infant into the crib and turned, he was startled to find Robin standing in the doorway with a soft smile on her face. “I didn’t realize you were back yet.” He switched Misha’s night light on and moved into the hallway, closing the door softly behind him.

“I was hoping to get here before you put him down for the night,” Robin murmured. She checked her watch–there was still a half hour before Alexis, Ric and the girls were due to arrive. “Nikolas, we need to talk.”

Unconcerned, he led the way to the master bedroom and disappeared into the dressing room, changing for dinner. “Is something wrong?”

Knowing that if she wanted to this hashed out before their family arrived, Robin would have to deal with his routine of changing before every meal and speak to him through the walls. “I want you to promise me that you won’t go to Patrick again and ask him to stay away from me.”

Nikolas stepped into the door, clad only in a pair of dark trousers, a frown marring his face. “What are you talking about?”

“Nikolas…” Robin sighed and leaned against the mahogany bedpost. “I know you were at the hospital today–Elizabeth mentioned it and I can’t think of a single reason why you’d go out your way unless you went to see Patrick.”

“Robin, I am the hospital’s chief administrator,” Nikolas reminded her. “I’m on the board of directors. There are any number reasons why I would go to the hospital.”

Robin stared at him for a long moment and her heart sank when she realized he wasn’t going to volunteer the information that she needed. “Don’t lie to me, Nikolas.”

He exhaled slowly, his jaw tensing. “I cannot believe he would complain to you about it. It just proves my point that he is nothing but a worthless-”

“I had to pry it out of him,” Robin argued. “Nikolas, you don’t know him. Please stop judging him based on my relationship with him. If nothing else, he saved Cameron’s life. He saved Sam’s life. Why can’t you remember those things?”

“Because I remember that you had tear stains on your cheek when you accepted my marriage proposal,” Nikolas said bluntly. “He hurt you, Robin. He knew sleeping with Carly would hurt you and he did it anyway. That makes him both a very poor judge of character as well as a bastard. So I’m sorry if I wanted to protect you from that–”

“I’m not going to deny that I was hurt that day,” Robin said slowly. “I was devastated, if you want me to be honest. I thought that I was falling in love with Patrick, that we were building something between us. That was why I turned you down initially.” She hesitated for a moment. “But it’s not fair to blame my behavior on that. It’s been two months since that day, Nikolas. And Patrick has nothing to do with why I’ve been distant since we came home.”

Something twisted in Nikolas’s gut and he forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. “You think we’ve made a mistake, then. You’re regretting your decision.”

“No,” Robin said, with a wistful smile. “I’m adjusting to my new life. Before, I was just Robin Scorpio, a doctor. And now, I’m Robin Scorpio-Cassadine, a doctor, wife and a mother–not to mention all the other things that comes along with being a Cassadine wife–” she sighed. “Nikolas, we have been friends for nearly a decade and I love you. But you went from being just a friend to being my husband. We didn’t date, we didn’t live together first. But here we are, married. It’s not going to be perfect right away, okay?”

Nikolas nodded. “Okay, I can accept that.” He looked towards the windows, his eyes taking in the grounds surrounding the estate. “I’m overbearing, Robin. I tend to think I know what’s best for people whether they agree with me or not and I’m not subtle about trying to make people do what I want them to do. I don’t know how to change that about myself.”

“Well, I’m quick to jump to conclusions; I have a bad habit of setting impossible to set standards and then being self-righteous when people fail to meet those standards. I also tend to believe the worst in people.” Robin’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Now that we know each other’s worst traits, we can watch out for each other and try to curb them. That’s part of being married. I’ll tell you when you’re being an arrogant, over bearing jerk and you’ll tell me when I’m being a pain in the ass.” She held out her hand and after a moment’s hesitation, he took it, lacing their fingers together. “We’re going to make this work, Nikolas. I promise.”

Patrick’s Apartment: Living Room

Patrick didn’t manage to get the front door full open before a blur was sliding past Elizabeth and hurtling himself at Patrick. “Patty!”

With reflexes he’d once used to race cars, Patrick caught Cameron as the toddler threw himself into Patrick’s legs and lifted him in the air. “Hey, buddy. Busy day?”

“He ate his weight in sugar today,” Elizabeth remarked with the tired smile he’d come to know so well over the last few months. “Cam, we’ve talked about this. When we go to someone’s house, what is the right way to say hi?”

“Hello, my name is Cameron Webber, is pleasure to see you,” Cameron recited dutifully before turning his grin on Patrick. “Patty!” he cheered.

“Well, at least he knows what he’s supposed to do.” Elizabeth entered the apartment and closed the door behind her. “Let’s see this new place of yours.” She set her bag down and sent Patrick a bemused look. “I thought you said you were all moved in.”

“I am.” Patrick shrugged. “I just haven’t gotten around to unpacking the boxes.”

Elizabeth eyed the living room skeptically which consisted of a couch, a coffee table, a big screen television and piles of boxes. “When do you plan on getting around to those?”

“Eventually.” He set Cameron in front of the couch where he had his race car track set up. “Remember this buddy? From the hotel room?”

Cameron reached for the controller. “Lemme play!”

“Cameron…” Elizabeth set her hands on her hips. “What have we discussed?”

Cameron sighed impatiently and looked at Patrick. “Can I please play, Mr. Patrick?”

“Thank you, Cameron,” Elizabeth nodded, perching on the sofa. “Eventually you’ll remember to ask nicely before I have to remind you.”

“Hmm…” Patrick handed Cameron the controller and joined Elizabeth on the couch. “If he were a girl, I’d say yes. But he’s a guy. Chances are…you’ll be reminding him on his wedding day.”

Elizabeth laughed. “I don’t even want to think about that right now. I have to get through the next two decades.”

Patrick stood and pulled her to her feet. “You gonna be okay out here for a while, Cam?”

“I win!” Cameron crowed.

“I think he’s going to be fine, he seems to have discovered the gene for competitiveness. I’ll have to sign him up for some kind of activity where he can bash people.” Elizabeth followed Patrick to the kitchen where he poured her a glass of wine. “So Robin said she left you alive but was not going to promise the same for my brother-in-law.”

“Yes, the good prince stopped by my office to remind me that Robin was his wife and I should stay away from her.” Patrick took the steaks out of the fridge and headed for the patio where the grill was set up.

“That’s strange…” Elizabeth shook her head. “Well, I suppose Nikolas had his reasons. He usually does.” She sipped her wine and stared out over the cityscape. “You have a great view here.”

“The one from the hotel was better,” Patrick said absently, tossing the steaks onto the grill. “But I got tired of spending all that money on a hotel suite.”

“You also got tired of running into Carly all the time,” Elizabeth pointed out. “Anyway, I don’t know what took you so long to get an apartment, it’s like you weren’t even planning on sticking around.”

“Well, I wasn’t.” Patrick closed the lid and sipped his own glass. “I was going to perform the surgery and go back to Manhattan.”

“But then you met Robin, fell madly in love and moved here for her,” Elizabeth teased.

“Ha,” Patrick countered sardonically. “No, Alan Quartermaine offered me a better job here. More money, and more reign over choosing my surgical team. But I guess with my dad being here, I didn’t think I’d stick it out.”

“I was only supposed to stay here for a year,” Elizabeth said, leaning against the patio wall, one eye on her son in the living room. “My parents dumped me on some neighbors back in Boulder, my sister on my grandmother here while they went on a one year tour for Doctors Without Borders.”

“So what happened?” Patrick asked. “You liked it so much, you decided to stay?”

“Well, first my parents decided to stay in Europe, so my sister went to live with them but by that time…” Elizabeth sighed and looked away. “I’d met Lucky and things…there were some extenuating circumstances. I didn’t feel ready to leave. And I never have. Except for a short stint in Napa when I had Cam.” She swirled the wine in her glass, wondering why she’d chosen not to tell him about her rape. It wasn’t a secret, it wasn’t something she’d be ashamed of but she didn’t want to see that look in his eyes that everyone else seemed to get when they found out that eight years ago–

“Where’d you go?” Patrick’s voice broke into her thoughts and she looked at him, slightly confused. “You just kind of zoned out–are you okay?”

Elizabeth smiled faintly. “I’m fine, I guess. Justus called while I was on my way over. He filed my divorce papers at the courthouse so…I guess I’m single again.” She raised her glass in the air. “Three times divorced. Just call me Elizabeth Taylor.”

Later, after they’d eaten dinner and Cameron had crashed on the bed in the guest room, Elizabeth had had three glasses of wine and Patrick was considering the possibility of hitting on her for real. “What do you think it says about a girl if she’s divorced three times before she’s twenty-five?” she asked, idly.

“That she really likes weddings,” Patrick replied.

Elizabeth sighed and curled her legs up underneath and leaned her head on Patrick’s shoulder. “I’m so glad we’re not like that.”

“Like what?” he replied, wondering if their friendship would survive an actual pass. He was ready to move on from Robin, he couldn’t think of anyone better than Elizabeth. She was gorgeous, she was intelligent and God knows, a piece of him had been attracted for months. And she was also single.

But she was Robin’s friend and while that didn’t entirely bother him (except for a tiny bit but he was ignoring that bit, wrong brain and all) he was sure it would bother her. Was there a way around that? Or did you just write off all friends of the women you’d slept with?

“I mean, I can sit here and talk with you and be almost sure that you’re not thinking about the best line to use to get me into bed.” Elizabeth kicked her shoes off.

Patrick coughed. “Ah, right. So glad we’re not like that.”

“I’m glad that Robin seems happy with Nikolas,” Elizabeth continued, “but I’m still sorry it didn’t work out for you two.”

Robin again. How the hell was he supposed to move on from her if the people around him didn’t let him? Nikolas warning him to stay away, Elizabeth offering her regrets and Robin just…being there all the time and looking so beautiful–damn it.

“Let’s not talk about Robin or Nikolas anymore,” Patrick said decisively. “That’s–I want to move on from all that. She’s married, it didn’t work. Life goes on.”

“Right.” Elizabeth reached for her wine and sipped it. “So how many times did you almost make a pass at me tonight?”

Patrick almost choked on his own wine. “Excuse me?” he asked, flustered. “I didn’t–I would never–”

“Please–” she laughed.  “You think I don’t know that look? Gaging whether I’d smack you or not if you went for it.” She swirled her wine for a moment before looking at him with considering eyes. “It’s a shame that you’re still in love with Robin and I’m…” she waved her free hand. “Whatever.”

“It is?” Patrick asked, a little confused. “Wait, I wasn’t going to make a pass–” she arched an eyebrow and he coughed again. “I mean, yes, I had considered it but obviously, it’s too soon.”

“And that’s only one of the many reasons it wouldn’t work.” Elizabeth nodded firmly. “For one, I value our friendship and I saw what happened to you and Robin. You guys were really close and now…you’re not. So I would hate for that to happen.”

“That’s a good point,” Patrick allowed.

“And even so, I value my friendship with Robin and I’ve already dated one friend’s ex so I’m not doing that again,” Elizabeth continued. “And even all of that weren’t the case?”

“You don’t see me that way,” he muttered, cursing all the karma in the world. He’d fallen for the one girl in Port Charles that was friends with everyone and screwed his sex life up forever.

“Oh, that’s not the case,” Elizabeth assured him. “I mean, hello, you are a beautiful man, but there’s just one really big problem.” She eyed him. “I have a thing about fidelity. Exclusivity, if you will.”

“I’m beginning to think it’s in the water.” Patrick collapsed back against the couch and sighed heavily. “So because I dated Robin first and allowed us to become friends and don’t do the one woman thing, I can’t make a pass at you.”

“You are free to make all the passes you want,” Elizabeth said primly. “I’m just free to rebuff them.” Her eyes softened. “I know you want to put Robin behind you, but jumping into bed with the first available woman is not going to get the job done.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Patrick sat up and set his wine back on the coffee table. “Just for the record, if I ever make a pass at you for real, Elizabeth–” He gripped her chin in his hand and pressed his thumb against her bottom lip. “It won’t be because I’m trying to move on from another woman.”

“And if I ever accept said pass?” Elizabeth grinned. “It won’t be because I’m feeling lonely and any man will do.” She pulled away from him and finished her wine. “But I think it’s time for Cam and I to head home for the night.”

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September 15, 2006

General Hospital: Hallway

Patrick Drake had had this conversation before. Stay away from my wife, my girlfriend, my sister, my friend, my daughter–and on one particularly memorable occasion, my mother. Before moving to Port Charles, he’d had this conversation once a week, on average. Some weeks were, ah, busier than others. Not that Patrick had ever actually slept with a woman in a committed relationship. Not intentionally. It was hardly his fault if the woman in question didn’t bother to mention her husband or boyfriend until after the sex.

But for some reason, he hadn’t foreseen this particular round. He and Robin hadn’t been together since early July and other than a few tense consults and that disastrous reunion two weeks ago, he’d thought he was behaving himself rather nicely. So when Patrick rounded a corner and saw Nikolas Cassadine standing outside his office door, he didn’t think the warning was coming. He’d thought it was hospital related and had let the prince inside without any hesitation.

But no sooner had Patrick closed the door behind them than Nikolas had delivered his message. “Stay away from my wife.”

His hand still on the doorknob, Patrick turned to Nikolas, confused. “I’m sorry?”

“My wife,” Nikolas repeated. “Robin. Your ex-whatever. Stay away from her.”

It would be at this moment in a previous life that Patrick would grin, lick his lips and tell the husband in question that he didn’t need to go to the woman–she always came to him. But he bit down on that response and counted to ten silently. “I haven’t been anywhere near Robin except for professional reasons. We work together, Cassadine, and I’m not about to use another doctor when I have the best at my disposal.” Patrick crossed the room and dropped the files on his desk with flop.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at her–” Nikolas began.

“Looking isn’t against the law,” Patrick bit out, annoyed that despite his attempt to put Robin Scorpio firmly in the past, no one in his life was allowing him to do so. “She’s a beautiful woman–which you’re aware of. And I think you’re insulting Robin by insinuating that you don’t trust her–”

“I don’t think Robin’s going to be unfaithful to me,” Nikolas said with such certainty that Patrick almost envied him. He hadn’t felt certain about anything in months. “But you disturb her peace of mind. If it’s as professional as you say, then–” he broke off and shook his head. Patrick tensed–there was more that Nikolas had been about to say–had been something to reveal. “Just leave her the hell alone.”

The prince stalked out of the office and Patrick stared after him, wondering how he’d hurt Robin this time.

General Hospital: Nurse’s Station

Elizabeth absently touched the silver chain she wore around her neck as she made some notations in a patient’s chart. She was glad that her friendship with Jason hadn’t been a momentary distraction from their lives last spring. She’d worried that as Jason got over Sam and settled into his new life, he’d have no use for her but that wasn’t the case and she was pleased to see that their friendship had survived their disastrous past intact.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

Elizabeth glanced up and smiled faintly at her brother-in-law. “Hey, Nikolas. Here on hospital business?”

“You might say that,” Nikolas remarked vaguely. “So, Lucky will be home at the beginning of next month. Are you sure you won’t reconsider counseling?”

Elizabeth’s smile faded. “Nikolas…” she reached underneath the counter and withdrew a large sealed manila envelope.  “I’m dropping these off with Justus after work today. They’re signed. As soon as he files them at the courthouse, the divorce will be final.”

Nikolas stepped back, a little surprised. “Already? But you just filed—”

“Lucky called from rehab,” Elizabeth began, “and told me he was sorry for what happened to Cam, that he’d do anything to make things right. I told him that I wanted him out of my life and out of my son’s life. The only thing he could do to make this right was to sign the papers. I don’t want alimony, I just wanted the apartment. He agreed.”

Nikolas exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry to hear that, Elizabeth. I wish–I wish things could have been different.” He cleared his throat. “Will you come to dinner tonight? Robin’s invited her parents and Alexis, Ric and the girls are coming. I thought we’d make it a family affair.”

“I–ah–” Elizabeth coughed and licked her lips nervously. “I have plans. I’m going out for dinner.”

“Oh, with the girls?” Nikolas asked. “Because you can just invite Lainey and Kelly if you want–”

“No.” Elizabeth hesitated another moment. “I’m having dinner with Patrick.” She watched that news sink in with her soon-to-be former brother-in-law and quickly added, “As friends, of course.”

“Liz,” Nikolas sighed, “I just don’t understand how you can be in the same room with him after the way that he treated Robin–”

“Nikolas…” Elizabeth sighed. “You’ve got a very white washed view of events as usual. He didn’t come out of that without scars of his own, okay? And anyway, we’ve already done twelve rounds on my friendship with Jason over the last seven years, do we really have to go through this again?”

“I had a good point about Jason,” Nikolas grumbled. “Fine. Have dinner with the peasant, but we will be expecting you next Friday. We’re going to try and make this a regular thing–”

Elizabeth bit her lip. “With Lucky coming home, I think we should play all gatherings by ear, okay? Just until we see how things end up.”

“I don’t want you to disappear from my life,” Nikolas said sternly. “You were always more than my brother’s wife to me, I want you to know that.”

Elizabeth sighed and smiled fondly at him. “I do know that, Nikolas. It’s just that things are going to be awkward for a while and if Lucky’s going to really make some changes, he’s going to need the support of his family. I wish–I wish I could be there for him and I will do what I can but I have to look out for myself, I have to protect my son.”

“I understand that more than you know,” Nikolas replied. He reached out and squeezed her hand. “If you need anything, let me know–and if I can offer just one piece of advice?”

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow and waited.

“Be careful around Patrick Drake.”

As soon as the doors slid closed on Nikolas’s elevator, the second set of elevators to the left opened and a slightly uncomfortable pair stepped out, obviously fresh from another completely professional consult.

Robin stepped up the nurse’s station and set her charts down. “We’re doing a semi family dinner out on the island tonight. Will you come?” she asked Elizabeth. “I could use a friendly face.”

Elizabeth laughed. “The mansion freaking you out or did Helena pay another spooky and vague visit?”

Robin grimaced. “I don’t want to talk about Helena or the décor of my new home. No, it’s just Alexis is bringing the girls and Ric will be there and I thought you could be a great buffer–”

“Nikolas was just here to ask me the same question but I had to decline.” Elizabeth flicked her eyes in Patrick’s direction but he kept silent for once. Bastard.

Robin frowned. “Nikolas has meetings all day downtown–I told him that I’d ask you.” She reached for a patient file and shook her head. “Why in the world would he go out of his way?”

“I think he had other business here,” Patrick muttered under his breath, not intending for either woman to hear him but Robin had excellent practice with his grumblings and narrowed her eyes at this remark.

“What does that mean?” she demanded.

“I’m going to go–” Elizabeth coughed. “Anywhere else.” She made her escape but Patrick, for once, refused to rise to the bait. He picked up his schedule, grabbed his messages and started for his office but Robin, having a very bad feeling about this indeed, followed him.

“Did Nikolas come to speak to you?” she demanded, catching up with him just as he reached his office door.

Patrick stopped, thought about whipping out some insult or glib remark but saw the worry and anxiety in her eyes instead. He’d been the cause of that look far too often to brush it off now and he was actually curious as to why Nikolas Cassadine felt the need to warn him away from Robin.

“Yes,” he admitted after a long moment. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, Robin reluctantly on his heels. “He thought he needed to make it clear to me that you were his wife and I should stay away from you.”

Robin blanched and swallowed hard. “I can’t–there’s just no reason for him to think–I don’t know why he thinks that you needed to hear that. We work–we work together and just because–” she waved her hand in the air, frazzled.

Patrick narrowed his eyes. “There was something about disturbing your peace of mind though I’ve gone out of my way and bit my tongue more than once to avoid doing just that so I think I deserve to know how I’ve pissed you off again.”

“But–you haven’t.” Robin shook her head. “I’m sorry, I can’t–” she exhaled slowly and looked away. “It’s been a very difficult two weeks–two months really,” she admitted quietly. “I haven’t–it’s a very strange thing to go from being just a doctor to being the wife of someone like Nikolas. I guess you know he’s a Russian prince–”

“Yes,” Patrick interrupted shortly. “Believe me, we all know that Nikolas Cassadine is a prince.”

“Well, it’s just–it’s a very long and complicated lineage and heritage. I guess when you factor in the family, the idea of adjusting to marriage at all and having a child–I suppose I haven’t been handling it well. Nikolas was probably looking for someone to blame,” Robin said faintly. “I’m sorry–I’ll talk to him–”

“So Nikolas wants to blame a third party for making you unhappy,” Patrick shrugged. “It’s not the first time I’ve been in that position–”

“I’m not unhappy,” Robin said firmly. “It’s a difficult adjustment but I am very–” she hesitated. “I made the right decision. And I’m sorry that Nikolas is putting too much emphasis on what happened between you and me. There’s no reason for him to keep dragging this out-”

“I didn’t hear you say you were happy,” Patrick said with an almost amused smile. “You made the right decision but are you happy?”

“I’m happier now than I was with you,” Robin retorted. “It’s a step up from being miserable and feeling–” she broke off abruptly. “Look, I’m sorry about Nikolas. I’ll handle it–”

“You’re just going to walk away then?” he interrupted. “That doesn’t surprise, you were always damn good at it–”

“What reason did I have to stay?” Robin demanded. “You didn’t want anything permanent from me, you made that real clear. You didn’t want my feelings, you didn’t want anything from me except sex–”

“You were the one that said it first,” Patrick muttered, preferring to rest the blame on someone else. “After the cabin, you were the one who set the rules, you can’t be irritated because I chose to follow them–”

“I was irritated because you chose to sleep with Carly,” Robin spat out. “I was irritated because you knew–” she stopped and closed her eyes. “I’m not going to do this anymore, Patrick. It was probably for the best that you slept with her when you did because otherwise, we might wasted more time than we did.”

“Oh, so now it was all a waste?” Patrick demanded, stung. “That’s real nice–”

“No,” Robin said, her composure restored. “Being with you was not a mistake. If nothing else, it showed me what I really want. Commitment, family…guarantees.” Her voice faltered a little. “Marriage, children–none of which you were prepared to discuss. So, yes, being with you was enjoyable and I learned a valuable life lesson.” Her hand was on the door now and she pulled it open. “I don’t deserve to settle for less than what I want and I have what I want now, Patrick. I only hope that you can figure out what the hell you want.”

She didn’t slam the door behind her but he almost wished she had. He hadn’t meant to dredge up all that–had only intended to get a few answers for Nikolas’s behavior but he’d gotten that and more.

When Elizabeth had informed him that Robin taken a leave of absence to fly to Greece and marry Nikolas Cassadine, she’d accompanied that news with a firm order to go after Robin, tell her that he loved her and to stop the wedding. He’d thought about it–had almost booked a ticket more than once, but in the end, decided that Robin was better off this way.

Nikolas would treat her well–had always seemed to hold in high regard and that was important to Patrick–that Robin was respected and valued. Nikolas had a son and he had a large extended family and that was important to Patrick, too. Because he knew Robin wanted those things.

So he’d stayed in Port Charles and Robin had married Nikolas. While part of Patrick had thought it had been a mistake, a much larger piece of him had been somewhat relieved. Robin would have what she wanted and she would be happy. That was all he really wanted, after all. He would never have been able give her all the things she deserved.

But seeing her face, knowing that that she wasn’t happy–he wondered for the first time if maybe they would have all been better off if he’d flown to Greece and he’d hashed everything out with Robin. At least, then he wouldn’t wonder if maybe he could have made her happy.

But there was no point in thinking about any of that now. He tossed his files on his desk and reached for his coat. It was time to clock out and head back to his new apartment where he was intent on feeding his favorite nurse and her toddler. At least one person had stood by him after his relationship with Robin had imploded and Patrick intended on making sure that Elizabeth knew exactly how much he valued her.

He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

General Hospital: Locker Room

“So I never got an answer about dinner tonight,” Robin said, opening her locker. Elizabeth glanced at her apprehensively and Robin laughed, misinterpreting the reason for the look. “Don’t worry, he’s still alive.” Her mouth set in an angry frown, “Nikolas won’t be when I’m done with him.”

“I’m not going to dinner tonight,” Elizabeth said. “For one thing, I want to be careful about going to the family stuff for a while. It’s going to be awkward when Lucky comes home and I just–I want to make the transition as easy as possible. And another, I have plans.”

“Oh?” Robin tugged her tank top on and reached for her sheer blouse to button over it. “Kelly and Lainey?”

“No,” Elizabeth sighed. “Patrick moved into his new apartment last weekend and he invited Cameron and me for the first cooked dinner.”

Robin’s hands stilled for a brief second but then her fingers resumed their buttoning. “Well, that’s good. I’m glad he’s finally out of the Metro Court.” She looked at Elizabeth oddly. “Is it…a date?”

Elizabeth shook her head and laughed, a little defensively. “With my two-year-old running around? Doubtful. No, I’m really–I’m one of the few people that’s still talking to Patrick after the Carly debacle and he’s been really good to me since Lucky–” she licked her lips. “I’m not ready to jump into anything, Robin–”

“Hey–” Robin held up a hand. “Even if you were, I wouldn’t begrudge you, okay? After the summer you’ve had, you deserve to have fun and to concentrate on yourself. And Patrick…” she hesitated. “He can be a really good friend when he wants to be so I’m glad he’s making the effort with you.”

“I’m just–I’m worried about Lucky coming home,” Elizabeth admitted, twisting her fingers in the soft fabric of her white pullover shirt. “Because he was so angry about our friendship before and I’m worried that if he finds out about the dinners and the time Cam’s spent with him during the recovery, it’s all going to start all over again.” She looked back at Robin. “Part of me is hoping for a miracle. That he’ll come back from rehab as the sweet boy I fell in love with once upon a time.”

“Would you stay with him if he did?” Robin asked.

“No.” Elizabeth sighed. “No, that chapter in my life is over with but part of me is always going to be that girl who loves that boy and it’s just—it’s just so painful to finally let go of that dream.” She smiled faintly and met Robin’s eyes–eyes that understood just how hard it could be. “It sucks growing up.”

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September 1, 2006

Elizabeth’s Apartment: Living Room

Elizabeth Spencer had never given motherhood and family much thought, not even as a teenager when she and Lucky had planned their futures together. She’d assumed, of course, that they’d have a family but she’d never given a lot of thought to the actual practice of having a child.

Her first pregnancy had changed her entire life, despite how tragically short it had been. In the two days that she’d known about her child, something woke up inside her. It was the best way to describe the unwavering love that she suddenly felt her in her heart for the child not yet born. She’d never thought she’d been capable of that kind of love, but from the moment she’d decided to keep the baby, she’d loved it.

Cameron Hardy Webber was her entire life. As far as she was concerned, the sun rose and set by his smile. He had a beautiful smile–he’d stretch his lips wide, revealing his full set of tiny white baby teeth. His brown eyes would crinkle up and she’d laugh at him, pressing a kiss to the small dimple in his right cheek. Her son was the most beautiful child in Port Charles, and Elizabeth didn’t care how biased she was.

Her love for her child had been the reason she’d finally filed for divorce. The lies and the distrust hadn’t been enough to break her union, but when she’d walked through that door and seen her beloved child sprawled out on the floor, a pool of blood beneath his dark hair, something inside Elizabeth shriveled up and died that day and not even the brightest smile from her son could fix that.

She didn’t care if Lucky cleaned up his act. She didn’t care if he came home and pleaded with her for a second chance. And she didn’t care if he suddenly morphed into that sweet boy he’d been once upon a time. She had nearly paid too high a price for her love and devotion to her first boyfriend and found it wasn’t worth it.

She’d have done anything to save her son’s life, she’d had broken any laws and gone to anyone for their help but in the end, it had been almost painlessly simple. And she would never be able to repay Robin and Patrick for their part in saving Cameron’s life–though she’d tried when she’d given Patrick the advice to go to Greece. He hadn’t, of course, but that hadn’t surprised her. He was a jackass. A very sweet and kind jackass.

Despite the love she had for her son, right now–in this moment–she would have preferred he’d sleep. It was past his bed time but Cameron was feeling irritable and not at all obedient. He was standing in the middle of living room, buck naked, his tiny hands fisted at his hips as he imitated his mother’s stance.

“Cameron, you have to sleep.”

“No.” Cameron nodded as if this would settle the matter. “I no sleep.”

“You yes sleep.” Elizabeth took a step forward but Cameron squealed with laughter and ran into the kitchen where he’d inevitably climb into a cabinet to hide. Single motherhood was not at all what it was cracked up to be.

The door to her apartment swung open and an irate Emily burst in. “You are not going to believe–”

“Hold that thought–” Elizabeth held up a finger and started for the kitchen. “Cameron’s doing his hide and seek game again.” She raised her voice. “Cam! Auntie Em is here!”

“Auntie Em!” There was a loud crack as the cabinet door flew open and smacked the wall. A little blur of peaches and cream flew past Elizabeth as Cameron launched himself at his aunt and godmother.

“Hey, there…” Emily hauled Cameron into her arms. “Cam’s missing some clothes, huh?”

Cameron giggled. “Too hot!”

“I’m trying to get him to go down for his nap,” Elizabeth sighed, pressing a finger to her temple to simulate a plea for Emily to shoot her. “But he’s in a mood tonight.”

“Hmm…” Emily looked at her godson and smiled. “Cam, would you take a nap for your Aunt Emily?”

Cameron pursed his lips as if thinking over this suggestion with the utmost consideration. “Okay,” he agreed happily. He kissed her cheek with a loud smack. “For Auntie Em.”

“We’ve talked about this, Cam. You’re not Dorothy and I’m not a pudgy old woman,” Emily began as she disappeared into the back bedroom to put Cameron down.

Elizabeth busied herself by gathering Cameron’s toys and tossing them into the box in the corner that Nikolas had given them. Since Cam came home from the hospital and Lucky had been in rehab, her brother-in-law had stopped by daily before his jaunt to Greece for his marriage. And had always brought new toys. He was spoiling Cameron rotten but Elizabeth was past caring. If she’d have had the money, she’d have given him the world at this point.

When Emily reappeared, Elizabeth shot her friend a grateful smile. “You saved my life, you know that?”

“I love spending time with Cam,” Emily murmured. She lowered herself into an arm chair and tapped her fingers restlessly on the armrest. “I should never have agreed to divorce Nikolas. That’s why this is all happening now.”

Elizabeth frowned. “Why what is happening now?”

Emily shot up and paced the tiny room. “Why everyone’s lives have exploded. If I hadn’t filed for divorce, Nikolas and I could have worked through our differences, you know? Jax and Courtney might still be together, she might not have died and Misha would still be John–he’d be Jax’s child and then Carly would never been involved and she wouldn’t have slept with Patrick and Robin wouldn’t have married Nikolas.”

Elizabeth exhaled slowly. “And you wouldn’t have fallen for Sonny.”

“That’s–” Emily looked at her friend’s understanding eyes. “I don’t regret that, Liz. That’s not what this is about.”

“Is this about Robin and Nikolas then?” Elizabeth asked. “Because–”

“It’s just–” Emily huffed. “She wore the Cassadine jewelry–at the wedding. Sam showed me pictures and she’s wearing the emerald ring that’s been in his family for centuries. Every Cassadine bride has worn it, except for Helena. Nikolas bought our rings, he wanted to make a fresh start. But with Robin, it’s like–” She shook her head. “It’s wrong to be upset, it’s wrong to be jealous but I don’t–they’re not married because they love each other, Elizabeth, so why did they do it?”

“I’m not sure,” Elizabeth answered honestly. “I don’t know why he asked and I don’t know why she said yes. But they’re good for each other, Em. After what Carly did to her and what Jax did to Nikolas, I think they both needed someone to count on, someone who isn’t going to let them down. But Em…you filing for divorce, that’s not what brought this all on. Nikolas and Courtney were gravitating towards each other. The divorce just made them a little less guilty.”

Emily sank onto the couch. “It just feels like my life has been on a fast track to disaster for the last year. Each choice I’ve made has been wrong and it’s just…I feel so awful. Because I wouldn’t break up with Sonny, Jason and Sam are over now.”

“I think they had something to do with their own break up,” Elizabeth said, squeezing her friend’s hand. “Jason pushed Sam away and she stopped pushing back. Don’t make yourself out to be a martyr, Em. We can destroy our own lives without your help.” She stood and started arranging a pile of magazines on the table.

“I’m not trying to be a martyr, Elizabeth,” Emily stood, feeling a little stung. “But if Nikolas and I hadn’t divorced–”

“Then Patrick would have found another jackass way to screw things up, Carly would found another lie to be involved in and the epidemic still would have hit so Courtney would probably have died anyway.” Elizabeth sighed. “Em, it’s not healthy to concentrate on what could have been or what used to be. We can only pick up the pieces and move on.”

“Well.” Emily pursed her lips. “That’s twice today I’ve been put in my place. Clearly I know who I can really count on.” She turned and stalked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and reached for the phone. Lulu answered on the first ring and reluctantly admitted to come over and watch Cameron while Elizabeth tried to find a way to get through to her oldest and dearest friend.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Jason Morgan was no longer in the organization. He liked to repeat that to himself at least once a day because then he might be able to get used to the sensation of no longer having to look over his shoulder, to not have to plan every action down to minute details.

His life was still dangerous but not openly and it was a weight off his shoulders that those who were special to him, the select few that he did give a damn about were no longer in danger. The only way they would be in danger is if his cover was blown and the WSB was careful to assign him to assignments that had nothing to do with the mafia and were not located anywhere near New York or the East Coast.

He’d told only one person about his new job and apart from her, only his contact in Port Charles knew about the change though Jason wasn’t sure if he trusted Robert Scorpio entirely.

Though he still loved Sam, he had accepted that she had moved on, that she had embraced her new family and when he saw her now, there was only a pang in his heart. The ache had faded until it was almost a dull throb because he knew she really was better off. She didn’t have a life apart from his when they’d been together and it was healthier all around this way.

There was a knock at the door and then someone hesitantly pushed it open. Elizabeth stepped in and smiled with relief. “Good, I was hoping you were back from…” she waved her hand.  “Wherever you went.”

Jason moved away from the pool table and reached into the duffel bag at the bottom of the stairs, removing a small paper bag. “Germany,” he said, without offering further details. “I brought something back for you.”

Elizabeth grinned and reached into the bag, removing first the postcard. He had picked her up one on his last jaunt to Singapore and she liked that it was their little tradition. “This is really pretty,” she murmured, studying the view of the German country side. After a moment to mourn her lack of time to sketch, she set it aside and pulled out a small cloth bag. Elizabeth eyed Jason oddly for a moment before untying the string and withdrawing a silver chain made of tiny delicate rings. “This is…Jason, this is too much.”

He shook his head and took it from her, undoing the minuscule clasp with ease. “I saw it in a market when I was meeting a contact. I had to buy something in order to keep him talking so I thought you might like it.” He arranged it around her neck and fastened the clasp.

“Well, then, thank you.” She touched the chain and took a deep breath. “I need you to talk to Emily.”

Jason stepped back and frowned. “What’s wrong with Emily?”

“I’m not really sure. She’s taking Nikolas’s remarriage really hard and blaming herself for everything that’s happened this last year.” Elizabeth set her purse on his desk and leaned against the edge. “She saw Nikolas and Robin today, I think, for the first time since they came home from Greece.”

“I saw them at Kelly’s when I grabbed my lunch,” Jason nodded. “But Emily moved on–they both did.”

“I suppose they think they both did. To tell you the truth, Jason, I’m really kind of worried about the whole situation.” Elizabeth sighed. “I don’t doubt that they care for one another, believe me. And Robin’s so good with Misha. I know she and Nikolas could make it work but…” she shook her head. “A week after she ended things with Patrick, she flew off to Greece to get married. You don’t see that’s weird timing?”

Jason frowned. “I knew he was an ass, but I didn’t think he’d hurt her.” He looked away. “I should have shot him.”

Elizabeth laughed slightly. “He’s not so bad. If it hadn’t been Carly, it would have been someone else. He can be very sweet, Jason, but he wasn’t ready for where he and Robin were headed and I don’t blame her for washing her hands of him. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that Emily’s going into a place that I can’t help her out of. With everything that’s happened this summer…” she lifted her shoulder in a helpless shrug. “I was hoping you could help. Maybe…I don’t know…talk to her?”

“I can try,” Jason offered. “But we’re not really on good terms.”

“Thanks.” Elizabeth reached for her purse. “I should get back home and rescue Lu before Cam wakes up.”

Docks: Pier 43

He knew this was the dock that Nikolas Cassadine used for to commute between the island and the main land. He knew that and still went out of his way to walk by it on his home from the hospital.

Patrick stopped at the top of the steps when he saw Robin standing with Nikolas as they were preparing to step onto the launch. Nikolas maneuvered the stroller on, handing the infant over to the care of his nanny and then turned to Robin, laughing as he tugged her light jacket closed. “It’s getting chilly at night already.”

“Mm…summer’s finally ending,” Robin replied. “I’ve never been more relieved to have a season end. It began and ended with disaster, so you know…I’m looking forward to the fall.”

Nikolas kissed her forehead. “Before you know it, it’ll be Christmas and we’ll be buying out Wyndham’s for Misha’s first Christmas.”

Their chatter faded as Nikolas lifted Robin into the launch and the motor drowned out their voices. Patrick watched as the boat took them towards the gothic mansion that sat five miles off shore.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Patrick turned and found Elizabeth stepped onto the docks from the street. “I could say the same for you. Are you even old enough to be out this late?”

She laughed and started down the steps. He followed her. “I was just on my way home to relieve my baby sitter. What are you doing here? The last time, I checked…” Elizabeth paused on the landing and turned to gesture in the opposite direction. “Your apartment is that way.”

Patrick shrugged. “I knew Robin and Nikolas were meeting to go back to Spoon Island. I just…” he shrugged again. “I don’t know.”

“Mm…” Elizabeth turned back around and took a few more steps. Then she whirled back around and nearly slammed into him. She coughed and took a step back. “You know when you’re all old and alone, you’re going to remember this.”

“Remember what?” Patrick inquired, following her example and taking a step back from the single mother. Now would not be a good time to remember the brief attraction he’d felt for the brunette before focusing his attention on Robin.

“You’re going to remember Robin as the one that got away,” Elizabeth lectured him. “And you’re going to regret not going to Greece.” She pointed a finger at him.

“It’s possible,” Patrick allowed. “Speaking as someone who was feeling all cranky and bitter about marriage this morning, you’re sure on the side of the love right now. What’s that about?”

“Because every time I’m sure that love is a bunch of bullshit cooked up by the card companies, I remember my grandparents,” Elizabeth remarked. “My grandmother and grandfather danced around each other for almost fifteen years before finally making it work and every day they were together, they were happy. And they were in love. And that’s how I know it exists.” Her eyes softened. “C’mon, I know you’re not as cynical and jaded as you like the world to think. What about your parents?”

“My parents,” Patrick echoed. He hesitated for a long moment but decided–what the hell. “My parents were like your grandparents. They were happy and I had a great childhood. But then my mom died. And my dad fell apart. So you know what that taught me about love? It’s nice when it works but when it ends, it destroys you, so what’s the point?”

“Humph,” Elizabeth muttered. “If I were your mother, I’d smack you for that. Do you really think she’d want you to think that way?”

Patrick looked her up and down, his lips curving into a smile. “If you were my mother, I could be arrested for some of the thoughts I’ve had.”

Elizabeth laughed and punched him in the shoulder. “Oh, you are so nasty. No, I’m serious. I would never want my son to think about my marriage with Lucky and think that’s how all love ends up. A lot of the times, it sucks. And I’ve been there. But I’ve seen it work and I just think, with the right person, at the right time, it can be special.”

“Well, maybe I haven’t met the right person,” Patrick replied. He slid her a glance. “Would you like to be my right person?” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, God, I can’t believe you’re hitting on me right now.” She tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. “Come on and walk me home. I’ll make you dinner and save you from the Metro Court restaurant.”

He followed her but cast one last look at the island. Maybe he’d met the right person, and it’d been the wrong time. Or maybe it had been wrong from the start and he’d just refused to see it. Whichever it was, it was time to move on. Robin had made her choice, she’d gone on her own path and it was time that he set out on his own.

He slung an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder. “So, will you make me some of your famous brownies?” he asked, grinning.

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September 1, 2006

General Hospital: Waiting Area

Robin Scorpio–Robin Scorpio-Cassadine she corrected mentally–had never planned on being a mother. That particular dream had died a tragic death when she was just eighteen and she’d never had the courage to resurrect it, no matter how many advances had been made in the field of HIV positive mothers and pregnancies. To pursue that dream would mean finding someone who not only accepted her disease but would willingly take the risk their children would be infected.

So she had put that dream on a shelf–along with most of the dreams of her youth–but she’d never quite been able to forget it.

And that had been one of the factors in her decision to accept Nikolas’s surprising proposal of marriage in July.

He wanted his child to have everything that Nikolas hadn’t. Two parents. Two decent parents, Nikolas had corrected, remembering that the man who had raised him and the one that had been responsible for his genetic makeup had both been disasters at the job in the end.

Robin, Nikolas had told her, was the only person that he could trust. The only person who would always have Misha’s best interests in heart. Robin, who never had an agenda other than doing the right thing and being a good person.

Robin had turned him down at first, a fact that no one knew and one that she’d keep to herself. Because if the world at large knew that she’d been asked before that day at the Metro Court, then they would get the idea that perhaps she had said yes to spite Patrick Drake or even to spite Carly.

Which wasn’t the case at all. Or at least Robin told herself that every morning, when she woke up to her new life as Dr. Robin Scorpio-Cassadine, wife to a prince and by all rights and purposes, a princess. She told herself that she’d married Nikolas because she genuinely cared for him, that she wanted the life he had built in his mind for them. She’d married Nikolas because she wanted a life, a family.

But there were nights when she couldn’t lie to herself and the truth of the matter was she was tired of waiting. Tired of being alone and tired of setting herself up the fall. She’d let herself believe there was something in her relationship with Patrick Drake, something that went beyond the sex and beyond the physical attraction.

And sometimes she admitted to herself that there could have been. That Patrick–despite his words–to the contrary had never actually dated or slept with anyone else during the five weeks their affair had lasted. That if Robin had kept John’s paternity to herself, she and Patrick might have been able to build something. But Carly had decided to take revenge, and the only way Carly knew how to make someone pay was to take something the other person valued.

And in a way, Carly had saved her. Because Robin might have gone months pretending that what she and Patrick had was real. That they might have stayed together because they hadn’t cared enough about anyone else to go elsewhere. And Robin admitted to herself on those nights that it would have broken her heart eventually.

But despite her reasons for the marriage, despite her murky motives, Robin was content. Happiness was elusive and would likely remain that way but she was satisfied. She had a good man who did care for her, which wasn’t so bad and she had a beautiful stepson that no one could take from her.

She reached into the stroller and adjusted Misha’s pacifier and smoothed the blanket across his napping body. It was ironic that with the first paternity she’d revealed, she’d lost contact with the child in question forever and with the second, she’d gained him.

Twice she’d played the role of the mother to a child not her own but this was the first time she’d let herself relax in the role.

It was the first time since their return from Greece that Robin had taken Misha out without Tasha, the nanny or without Nikolas. She wanted Port Charles to understand that this was not the Robin Scorpio that had fled town just two months ago, and it wasn’t the same Robin that had returned to Port Charles nearly a year ago.

“So you went through with it.”

The smooth, husky voice had once sent chills down her spine and made her skin tingle. After the first time they’d slept together, whenever he spoke–no matter the location, bedroom, operating room, restaurant–she’d picture the sound of his voice murmuring her ear all the wicked things he’d want to do.

If she had chills and tingles now, she told herself they were chills of disgust and well…the tingle she’d just outright ignore.

Robin glanced up from her stepson and didn’t look directly at Patrick Drake, instead she chose to focus on his forehead. “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

Patrick chuckled and looked away. “All right, we’ll play it that way, Robin. Should I say congratulations?” he asked, somewhat sardonically.

So he was reverting to jackass. That would make this entire situation a lot easier, Robin decided. She met his eyes and was a little surprised to see just how cold they were. “It would be the polite thing to do, but I don’t suppose you’ve often wasted your time with politeness and courtesy.”

He shrugged half a shoulder. “When will you be back at work?” he asked. “Or are you retiring to be the happy little housewife?”

“I’ll be back in a week.” Her lips curved into a mocking smile. “You can’t do without me for six weeks? My, my. That is definitely something I’m going to take note of.”

“I didn’t even remember you five seconds after you left,” Patrick said, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. “The hotel room that is.”

The hotel room in which she’d walked in and found him undressing Caroline Benson Quartermaine Corinthos Alcazar, Robin remembered with a sliver of disgust. “I never thought you had.”

She spied Kelly Lee over Patrick’s shoulder and stood, arranging the diaper bag and purse over her shoulder. “It’s been…fun catching up, Dr. Drake but Misha has a doctor’s appointment–”

“Misha?” a new voice interrupted, shrilly. Carly Corinthos stepped away from the elevator and stared at the sight of Robin with a baby stroller. Her eyes narrowed and her lip curled back in a snarl. “You changed his name?”

“Nikolas changed his name, which as his father, is completely within his right,” Robin said patiently. She would not let Carly get to her. She would not let Carly ruin her new life. This was one of the many things she chanted to herself when she woke in the morning. “Misha Nikolaevich Cassadine. If you’ll excuse me, Carly–”

“Oh, there’s no excuse for you,” Carly hissed. “You’ve redefined the role of scorned woman, do you know that?”

“How did I know you’d go for the easy comeback?” Robin asked, tilting her head to the side. “There’s no excuse for you? Please, Carly. Are we still in high school?”

Taken aback at that, Carly had to fumble for words and that gave Robin the opportunity to walk away and disappear down the hall. “I can’t believe she just walked away from me!” the blonde remarked, planting her hands on her hips. “The little twerp.”

“If only she’d learned to do that three months ago,” Patrick muttered, abandoning the acidic woman and going back to the nurse’s station where Elizabeth had been watching the entire encounter. “What? You have something you want to hit me with?”

“Nope,” Elizabeth remarked. She started entering some patient information onto the screen. “I think you’re self destructing just fine on your own.”

Patrick scowled. “You’re usually good for advice I don’t want to hear–”

“There’s no advice to fix this situation, Patrick.” Elizabeth reached for a chart and accidentally whacked him with it. “But there was a month ago when I told you to go to Greece, stop the wedding, and not be an idiot.”

“I didn’t think she’d go through with it.” Patrick stared down the hallway and his scowl deepened. “I mean, didn’t everyone else see that she’s only married to him because I–” he broke off and shook his head. “You’re right, there’s no advice that will fix this. She’s married and Robin’s–she actually believes in the marital vows of fidelity and honor and cherish, I bet, so I guess that’s over.”

“Hmmm…well, I’m sorry I can’t offer any assurances,” Elizabeth said sourly, “since she’s married to my best friend. But you’re right, Robin may be the last woman in this town that actually believes in the idea of marriage.” She smirked. “Course, this is only her first trip down the aisle. Her third divorce might cure her of that notion.”

Patrick slid a confused glance her way. “Three divorces?”

“To be fair, the first two were to the same man,” Elizabeth turned and smiled brightly at him. A smile that didn’t match the shadows in her eyes. “That’s right, the first time around wasn’t enough–what with all the murder attempts and the kidnapping of a pregnant woman. Nope, I had to punish myself more and grind my self-worth into the ground by marrying him a second time and really have the idea that I never matter enough to come first pounded into my head. So you know, Patrick, the way marriage goes in Port Charles, give them about six months. I’m sure by then, they’ll have self destructed.” Elizabeth grabbed some charts. “Everyone else does.”

Patrick watched the nurse storm away and shook his head. He couldn’t deny her right to anger–after her soon to be ex-husband had passed out on the sofa, high on painkillers, Elizabeth’s two-year-old son had fallen and hit his head on the end table. If Elizabeth hadn’t returned home when she had, if Robin’s drug therapy hadn’t stabilized Cameron, if Patrick’s hands had failed, Elizabeth would be mourning more than a third divorce.

The cop was in rehab and would be there another month but Elizabeth hadn’t waited that long. She’d filed for divorce as soon as Patrick had given Cameron the green light. The kid would be fine and would probably never remember the episode but Patrick had a feeling Elizabeth would remember it for the rest of her life. He would certainly never forget having that kid on his operating table. He had been relieved not to have to tell Elizabeth her son hadn’t made it. He would never want to be in any way responsible for hurting her like that.

Part of him hoped her words would ring true, that Robin would realize she’d made a mistake in marrying Nikolas Cassadine and would divorce him. But he’d seen her face when she’d fussed over the baby. This was the life she wanted. To be a mother and a wife.

And he’d never been sure if it was a life he was capable of giving anyone.

Kelly’s: Courtyard

Nikolas stood up and kissed Robin on the cheek as she pushed the stroller up to the table. She lifted Misha and handed him to his father. “Dr. Lee said everything is fine and he’s progressing normally.”

Nikolas cradled Misha one handed and used the other to pull the chair out for Robin. “How did it go at the hospital?”

“Carly was there,” Robin sighed. “But to my credit, I finally just walked away from her. She’s not happy about the name change.”

Nikolas laughed and sat. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be devastated over that for about five seconds.” He hesitated and looked down at Misha when he asked his next question. “Did you…run into anyone else?”

“Did I run into Patrick?” Robin asked wryly. “Yes, Nikolas. I ran into Patrick. We exchanged a few rounds of insults and then Carly showed up.” She shifted uncomfortably. “Nikolas–”

“I just want to make sure he’s not giving you a hard time,” he said. “He strikes me as someone that doesn’t take being thwarted all that well.”

“It was fine, back to our old banter,” Robin murmured. She plucked a menu from the holder in the middle of the table and studied it, despite the fact that she knew it by heart. “It’s going to be weird for a while because of the way things ended but he’ll be on to the next conquest and I’ll be a distant memory.”

“Well, his loss is my gain,” Nikolas said with a charming smile. He set Misha back in the stroller and looked at him a long while. He cleared his throat and turned his attention back to his wife to find her smiling at him fondly. “We should celebrate.”

Robin arched an eyebrow, set the menu on the table and leaned forward, folding her elbows. “Celebrate what? And how?”

“Well, the Cassadine family has grown just in the last few months,” Nikolas remarked. “First Sam, then Misha and now you. And it’s the first time in generations that additions to the Cassadines are welcomed rather than dreaded. We should celebrate that.”

“Hmm…well, if you want to throw a grand ball, I am totally in support of that,” Robin nodded. She reached across the table and twined their fingers together. “I want everyone to know that I am completely happy with my decision.”

Nikolas’s eyes drifted over her shoulder and he released her hands, sitting up. “Hello.”

Robin turned to find Sam standing there with an extremely uncomfortable Emily Quartermaine. Robin sighed–yet another person that was uncomfortable about the recent marriage. Robin and Nikolas had gone to Greece shortly after she accepted his proposal and it just hadn’t occurred to Robin that Emily would have an issue with the marriage since she had moved on with Sonny.

But Sonny’s life had exploded and Emily had been a casualty. She’d been hurt and in need of friends and the news about the engagement had come as a slap in the face to her. Alexis told Robin that Emily had felt betrayed and had taken the news very badly.

“Hi, Em,” Robin said cautiously, discretely folding her hands in her lap so as not to draw attention to the Cassadine family engagement ring. Nikolas had remarked that he’d bought Emily’s rings but had elected to use the family jewels for Robin in an effort to continue his family in a way that they could be proud of. Robin understood the sentiment but worried that Emily would feel worse about it.

“Robin, Nikolas,” Emily nodded stiffly. Her eyes softened as she took in the sight of the baby. “Misha, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Nikolas turned his proud eyes to his son. “Misha Nikolaevich Cassadine.”

“Wow.” Emily blinked. “When we discussed names, you never wanted to go the Russian route.” She flicked her eyes to Robin as if this were her fault. “I thought you didn’t want anything to do with the Cassadine lineage.”

“I can’t run from it forever,” Nikolas said soberly. “I can choose to hide my family or I can choose to make it into a family that I can be proud of. With my son, with Sam, with Robin and Alexis, I think that’s a possibility now.” He looked to Sam, who looked both surprised and pleased to be included in that statement. “A lot of things have changed since we were together, Emily.”

“Well.” Emily pursed her lips. “That puts me in my place.” She looked to Sam. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to skip lunch.” She turned and left the courtyard.

Sam exhaled slowly. “I’m sorry, I thought she had accepted things.” Her dark eyes stared out after Emily, concerned. “She’s taking everything really hard. Sonny’s breakdown, their breakup, your marriage.”

“We can make it a point not to throw it in her face,” Robin said softly. “It’s best if I just keep my distance from her for a while.” She smiled at Sam. “Join us for lunch.”

Port Charles Park

After lunch, Nikolas had a meeting and took Sam to take a tour of Cassadine Industries. Robin, still enjoying her vacation from work and adjusting to her new life, took Misha for a walk in the park. When she went back to work, Misha would spend more time with his nanny and Robin wouldn’t have as much time to devote to him. Her career was still important to her, though it had fallen from first priority.

She slowed the stroller to a stop when she saw Jasper Jacks seated on a park bench. She and Jax had never been able to put their friendship back on an even keel. Jax had firmly put himself in Carly’s camp and Robin had, of course, put herself against the poisonous viper. Nikolas hadn’t relented on letting Jax into Misha’s life but part of Robin still ached that the truth had cost Jax so much.

When Carly had devoted her life to making Robin pay, she’d destroyed her own relationship with Jax. Once he’d discovered exactly what Carly had done to achieve her revenge, Jax had tossed her to the curb but Robin was already on her way to Greece to be married and the two hadn’t seen each other since.

Jax glanced up at the sound of the strollers and Robin’s heels. He smiled faintly. “A little bird tells me that Nikolas changed his name.”

“He did,” Robin confirmed softly. “To Misha. It’s Russian for Michael.”

Jax stood and his eyes drank in the sight of his former son. “Courtney–she would have approved of that. There are, of course, too many Michaels running around Port Charles and it’s a good way to honor Mike as well as his father.” Jax’s voice faltered and he looked down. “I’m glad…he looks good. He looks happy.”

“He’s a very happy little boy,” Robin promised him. “I wish…I wish I could let you hold him but–” she swallowed. “Nikolas has forbidden it and I don’t–I don’t see him relenting any time soon.”

“No,” Jax swallowed hard. “I understand.” His eyes met hers. “I’m sorry for what Carly did.”

Robin shrugged lightly. “What did she do really? She just hastened the inevitable. I was fooling myself with Patrick, believing he’d want the same things I did. If he could be with her…” she shook her head. “You’re not responsible for Carly’s actions.”

“I know.” Jax hesitated. “Are you happy, Robin?”

Robin glanced down at Misha and felt her lips curve into a sad smile. She wished with all her heart that she could give him the answer he wanted. But she wanted nothing but honesty between them. “No,” she admitted softly. “But this is the closest I’ve felt to happiness in a long time. And that’s enough.”

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Prologue

August 26, 2006

Mykonos Island, Greece

Cassadine Estate: Gardens

Misha Nikolaevich Cassadine was christened for the second time in his short life in the presence of a small group of family friends in his family’s ancestral home on the small island off the coast of Greece.

Nikolas Cassadine had kept the invitation list to the bare minimum, choosing not to invite those who had sought to keep Misha from him. He invited only his aunt and her family, his sister-in-law, Courtney’s brother and father, and of course, his new wife was present.

Misha, formerly John Michael Jacks, had had quite the life so far and was in fact, on his second father and second set of godparents. Though he was only seven months old and seemed no worse for the wear, his father was overly protective and insisted that he be renamed as to completely start again–as though they hadn’t been kept apart.

The guest of honor fell asleep shortly after the reception began and Tasha, his new nanny, took him inside the Gothic mansion to the nursery that Nikolas himself had slept in during his youth on the island.

Alexis approached the other new member of the family as the petite brunette stared out towards the Mediterranean Sea. “Quite a month, August has been,” she murmured.

Robin Scorpio glanced her, somewhat distracted, as she twisted the heavy emerald ring on her finger. Another part of the Cassadine legacy that she had willing entered into. “I’m glad we came here for the month,” she remarked. “It was good to get away from everything.”

“Yes,” Alexis nodded. “Are you ready to go back next week, to face…everything you left?”

Robin smiled faintly. “You mean am I ready to go back and face Patrick,” she clarified. When Alexis only smiled and tilted her head to the side, Robin sighed. “He and I were over before Nikolas ever proposed, Alexis. You know that.”

“Yes,” the older woman drew out, “but that doesn’t mean the feelings are no longer there. Nikolas has had a tumultuous year. I believe that you, and now Misha, are his best hope for a future. I would like to see three of you form a family.”

Robin glanced over her shoulder and peered at her new husband, standing with Mike Corbin and Misha’s new god parents, Elizabeth Spencer and Sonny Corinthos. The two men were talking to the young brunette quietly and Robin couldn’t help but hope they weren’t trying to give her advice again.

It had been surprising when Nikolas chose Sonny, but he had merely told her that he wanted to get over the past. Sonny, fresh from a mental breakdown, was in therapy for the first time in his life. He was receiving treatment to stave off the dark episodes that had for so long haunted him. His eyes were clear and he looked lighter than he had in months. Nikolas had wanted to honor Courtney by involving her family, and he and Sonny had a tenuous relationship now. One bolstered by the fact that Nikolas was quite relieved that Sonny and Emily were no longer involved.

“We will be a family,” Robin said softly. “We are a family,” she corrected. “Alexis, whatever I felt for Patrick Drake, it was one-sided and it was a mistake. I know that now. I saw what I wanted to see.”

Samantha McCall joined them and placed a hand on her mother’s forearm. “Kristina’s feeling a little restless. Should I take her in for a nap?”

“Let me do it,” Alexis smiled. “Keep Robin company.” She left and the two women stood there awkwardly, both cast-offs of the same man and each struggling to find their place in this new family.

“It’s nice that the two of you have bonded,” Robin said finally.

“It’s still a little weird,” Sam admitted. “But I’m mostly adjusted.” She bit her lip and turned her attention back to Sonny, Nikolas and Elizabeth. “They’re advising her not to file for divorce.”

Robin followed her gaze. “I suspected that. With Sonny’s health issues, he’d be a big fan of sticking it out and Nikolas is Lucky’s brother.”

“What do you think she should do?” Sam asked. “Stay with him? Wait until he’s out of rehab?”

“If she were by herself,” Robin said slowly, “I would tell her that she should wait until Lucky finishes his treatment. See where things are then. But she’s a mother first and what happened to Cameron was…” she shook her head. “I have no real connection to him but I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to help him.”

“But you did,” Sam said. Her eyes narrowed speculatively. “And so did Dr. Drake. The two of you make a good team.” She paused for a moment. “I’ve heard talk around the hospital there’s no better surgical team than Patrick Drake’s and that you and he work better together than most.”

“He’s a brilliant surgeon,” Robin admitted. “He did the hard part. Pediatric neurosurgery is rough; you lose more than you save. I only kept Cameron stable with my drug treatment for the surgery. Either way, I’m relieved it worked out. But if I were in Elizabeth’s position, I’d do what’s best for my son.”

Sam nodded. She shifted restlessly. “I was surprised when Nikolas announced your engagement,” she admitted. “I thought you were dating–”

Robin held up a hand to ward her off. “Patrick and I were sleeping together,” she remarked bluntly. “But we ended that when I–I couldn’t do it anymore.”

Sam nodded. “It’s just–” she paused and licked her lips nervously. “Nikolas has been really good to me since he found out about Alexis. And I wouldn’t want–marriages don’t seem to last very long in this town.”

“I never would have married him if I didn’t believe we could make it work,” Robin said softly. “I’ve never been married before, Sam. I’ve never even been engaged. It’s an important step, not one I could ever take lightly.”

“I understand,” Sam replied. Before she could press the matter, Elizabeth escaped the good intentions of Sonny and Nikolas and joined the ladies.

“Save me,” she pleaded. “Sam, can’t you distract them from giving me advice?”

Hearing Elizabeth’s subtle request to be left alone with Robin, Sam smiled and excused her self. Elizabeth cleared her throat. “I thought you might want an update from home.”

Robin shook her head. “I appreciate the thought, Elizabeth, but it’s not necessary. I don’t need to know who Patrick’s sleeping with or–”

“Robin…” Elizabeth put a hand on her forearm. “Despite the fact that I intend to divorce Lucky, Nikolas is my brother and you are now his wife. We’re family. You should be prepared when you go back to Port Charles.”

Robin exhaled slowly. “You’re right. What’s going on?”

“Well, he’s not sleeping with Carly.”

That one statement released a knot in Robin’s stomach that she hadn’t realized existed. She didn’t know just how much she wanted that to be said. “How–how do you know?”

“Because after you left for Greece, I took Patrick aside and smacked him,” Elizabeth said. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I gave him a cliff notes version of exactly what kind of hell Carly’s put you through.”

Robin hesitated. “What exactly did you tell him?”

“Nothing specific,” Elizabeth assured her. “But I thought he might appreciate knowing that Carly was only using him to punish you and as soon as I explained that, that pissed him off. And when I told him that Carly had a history of lying about the paternity of children, he seemed to understand that you were involved in the last round of lying, so I guess that was enough for him. Or maybe he really didn’t like being used to hurt you.”

“Well, I suppose that’s a point for him. It doesn’t really matter, Elizabeth. I didn’t marry Nikolas because I was angry at Patrick.”

“I know that,” Elizabeth said with a faint smile. “But that doesn’t mean you weren’t in love with Patrick.”

“We should focus on Misha today,” Robin changed the subject. She put a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder. “This is his day.”

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