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  1. Chapter 47 Robin walked into the locker room and smiled as she saw her boyfriend changing out of his street clothes and into his scrubs. “Don’t put that on – I’m enjoying the view.” “Well this view still has rounds to do so I need to put my clothes on.” He threw the scrub top on over his head. "Alright but before you take off, I have a proposition for you." She sat down on the bench. “Michelle and Rylee are spending the night at the Quartermaines which means I have the house to myself.” “That’s nice.” Patrick was only half listening to her. “Yes it is so why don’t you come by and have dinner with me?” Patrick thought quickly. “I’m busy.” “No you’re not – I checked your schedule and we have very few chances to be alone at my place.” Robin took a sip from her coffee cup. “After all, we don’t have to worry about the neighbors at my house.” He shook his head. He was at war with himself - he wanted to be with her but he didn't trust himself alone with her at this time. He looked at her and made his decision. “When do you want me?” “Pretty much always.” Patrick laughed in spite of himself. “Cute. I mean what time?” “Seven work for you?” “I’ll see you then.” ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Patrick stepped up to the nurse’s station. “Leyla, we need to go over what I need you to do tomorrow with the Jacobs surgery.” The dark haired woman took a step back. “Actually, I have requested a new mentor. I will be working with Dr. Julian from now on.” Patrick was shocked at her cold demeanor. “And why did you request the change?” “I just felt like Dr. Julian would be a better match for me.” Leyla took another step back. “I imagine you won’t be doing surgeries for a while…” “Why wouldn’t I be doing surgeries?” Leyla had not been in the room with Patrick and Robin during the surgery. The nursing student took another step back. “I don’t have to explain myself to you or anyone else. I have the approval of my professor to ask Dr. Julian to take over as my mentor. No matter what, I will not be working with you anymore.” “And this having nothing to do with my surgery yesterday or the accident I had while operating on an AIDS patient?” “Dr. Drake, they are making wonderful advancements in HIV therapy. I’m sure you will be fine.” Having said all she wanted to say, Leyla walked away to go meet with her new mentor. Michelle stood in the background observing the whole exchange and quickly followed her fellow student down the hall. “Leyla, may I speak to you for a minute?” Leyla rolled her eyes and turned around. “Yes Michelle?” “I have a question for you.” She took a step towards Leyla. “Up until yesterday, you have done everything you could to try and get my mother’s boyfriend into bed. Now you are dropping your pursuit,” she snapped her fingers, “just like that. Why?” “Look, if Patrick wants to take chances with life threatening diseases, that is his choice. Just like it is mine to distance myself from them.” “Great point of view for a nurse to have.” The sarcasm dripped from Michelle’s tongue. “I hope you never are in a position where you have to help me.” “You weren’t just infected with HIV.” “And neither was Patrick.” Michelle had heard about the accident from her mom and knew Patrick’s first test was negative. “We won’t know that for six months.” “I know one thing right now – you are an intolerant bitch.” Michelle was furious with Leyla’s behavior. “And I am sure that our professor will be thrilled to know why you are removing yourself from Dr. Drake’s team.” Leyla panicked. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You can’t…” “I can and I am. You are refusing to work with a doctor because of their possible medical status. I think your ethical decisions need to be reviewed.” Michelle stared the woman straight in the eyes. “You might want to think about transferring to another hospital because, if I have my way, you won’t have to worry about working with Patrick or my mom ever again.” Leyla didn’t say another word, just scurried off down the hall. Michelle heard a slow clapping behind her and saw her mom standing there. “Mom, I didn’t see you there.” “I guess not.” Robin started laughing. “I’m surprised that she didn’t leave a trail of smoke of behind her as fast as she was moving.” “I have no patience for people like her.” “And she knows it.” Robin reached over and hugged her daughter. “I am so proud of you.” “I learned it from you.” Michelle heard herself being paged over the intercom. “I’ve got to go – I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Have fun tonight sweetie.” Robin watched with pride as Michelle hustled down the hall to meet up with her mentor, Noah Drake. “Hopefully you won't be the only one.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Patrick nervously paced in front of Robin’s door, debating whether he should just turn around and go home or actually ring the doorbell. Today had been an eye opening experience for him. Patrick had thought that he worked with open-minded and caring people but several had disappointed him, avoiding him like the plague. Fortunately, the people he depended on most were there for him and proved that his faith in them was well founded. It wasn’t just Robin and Alan; Epiphany and Liz were constantly checking on him, Dr. Leo Julian informed him that he refused to be Leyla’s mentor after her treatment of Patrick, and his father, Matt and Maxie had spent the day shadowing him and heading off any potential problems at the pass. Patrick didn’t know what he had done to deserve their support but he truly appreciated it. After several minutes of debate, he finally pushed the doorbell. Robin threw open the door and Patrick just stood there in awe of her beauty. She was in a simple, black spaghetti strapped dress with her hair down and looked gorgeous. “I was wondering if you were coming in.” “You knew I was out here?” “The car was a dead giveaway.” Patrick’s sports car was his pride and joy and Robin loved ribbing him about it. “Come on in.” Patrick hesitated for a moment but eventually walked into the house. He entered the living room to see a little table set up with candles and wine glasses. He opened up the wine and poured. “How much longer until dinner is ready?” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close. “At least another 30 minutes.” Gently, she turned him around so he was facing her. “Enough time to do this.” Robin got on her tiptoes and kissed him. Patrick couldn’t help but do what came naturally and kissed her back. He leaned down and allowed her to push him down on the couch. Robin began to lay him down on the couch and suddenly his brain kicked in and he broke away. “I think I smell something burning – maybe you should check on dinner.” “I think that I should check your pulse.” Robin was surprised at Patrick’s decision to pull away from her. "Is something wrong?" He stood up and headed to the table. “I had an interesting conversation today.” He picked up the wine glasses and handed one to Robin. “Leyla asked to be moved to another mentor.” Robin nodded her head. “I know – Michelle really let her have it when she heard. Unfortunately, ignorance can be found everywhere. Leyla was out of line.” “Or maybe she was just exercising reasonable caution.” He sat down next to Robin. “We still don’t know if I am negative for certain yet." He took a deep breath. "Maybe we should just put us on hold.” “Why?” Robin got a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Now that you’ve actually been exposed you realized that it’s not worth the risk, didn’t you?” Patrick’s head whipped around. He set the glass down. “No, Robin, I swear that’s not it. I just don't want either of us to get sick.” "Wait a second, who's HIV status are you worried about - yours or mine?" He took her hand in his. “If I am infected, the strain I have may not be the same as the one you have and it could fatally compromise your system. I could never live with myself if I got you sick.” Tears came to her eyes as she realized how much he truly cared about her. “I get it, I really do. I feel the same way about you. It would kill me if I ever made you sick.” “I need you to understand that it is not that I am not attracted to you or don’t want to be with you. I have always and will always want to be with you.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’m just…” “Scared, I know.” Robin remembered how cautious she had been with Jason when they first got together. “And I understand. I am just going to ask you to remember that you have been willing to take the risk with me and I am willing to take the risk with you. We are always careful and I want you to know that when you are ready, whether it is tomorrow or after your six-month test, I will be here waiting for you.” “I have no idea what I did to deserve you but I am so grateful I did it.” He kissed Robin again and then placed his forehead against hers. “Do you think we can take dinner to go?” Robin leaned back and regarded him curiously. “Do you have someplace to be?” He winked at her. “No, we do.”
  2. Chapter 46 "She is out." Robin softly shut Rylee’s door as she spoke to Patrick on the phone. The little girl had passed out watching cartoons and Robin finished tucking her into bed before calling her boyfriend to check on him and say goodnight. “She didn’t even make it to In Summer.” “But that’s the best part of the movie!” Patrick smiled at his little brother as he took a drink from his beer. After hearing from his father that Patrick was spending the evening alone, Matt had shown up at his brother’s place with beer, pizza and plenty of movies to watch. He needed to let Patrick know he wasn’t alone. “I know you love Olaf but the best part is when Anna punches Hans.” Robin and Patrick had watched Frozen with Rylee many times over the past few months – it was second only to Inside Out in Ry’s eyes. “Dare I ask what movies Matt brought over?” “We just finished Shaun of the Dead and are getting ready to start Hot Fuzz.” “You’re doing the Blood and Ice Cream triology?” Robin loved Simon Pegg and was a huge fan of his films with Edgar Wright. “Does he have The World’s End?” “Of course.” Patrick threw a fake glare at his brother for getting him in trouble with his girlfriend but Matt just shrugged his shoulders and took another drink of his beer. “But I promise that we will do the same marathon next week.” “Fine.” Robin heard a knock on her door. “I wonder who that could be?” “You won’t know unless you answer it.” Mac had texted Patrick and let him know he was on his way over. “Though if it is one of your other boyfriends…” “Like I have time for that.” Robin looked through the peephole and saw her uncle standing there. She began unlocking the door as she continued her conversation. “Besides, aren’t you always telling me that you are the best lover on the planet?” Mac rolled his eyes as he walked in the door. “I did not need to hear that.” Robin giggled. “I’m going to talk to Uncle Mac. You have fun with Matt and I will talk to you in the morning. Good night Patrick.” “Night Robin.” Robin hung up her phone and hugged Mac. “What are you doing here? You do know that Ry is sleeping.” “Which is why I waited until now to come over – I was warned that Rylee instigated a no boys rule tonight and I did not want to break that.” He kissed his niece on the cheek and held up a bag. “Besides – I didn’t want you to have to share these.” Robin jumped up and down like a little kid. “Chocolate chip cookies?” Mac nodded his head. “Yes!” She grabbed the bag from her uncle’s hand and walked into the living room. Mac sat down next to her on the couch. “So, how are you doing?” She studied her uncle and sighed. “Patrick called you, didn’t he?” “Actually we met up for a beer but yes, he told me what happened today.” Mac gently squeezed her hand. “He also told me that he tested negative and he has no reason to think he won’t stay that way. He was more worried about you.” “Me?” Robin laughed nervously. “I’m fine.” Mac shook his head. “No, you’re not. Come on Robin, I know you better than anyone and I can see that you are covering right now.” “Mac…” “I was there Robin. I was there for you when Stone found out he had AIDS and died. I was there for you when you found out you were HIV positive. I was there for you when you were adjusting to a new life and started on the protocol. I was there for you when Roger died and when Michelle was going through her rough patch. Please, let me be here for you now.” Tears came to her eyes. “I’m scared. I know it’s irrational. Patrick had a minimal exposure, he has already tested negative and he is on drugs that weren’t even created when Stone and I were infected, not that either one of us would have known to take them. He’s healthy and strong and I have no doubts he can beat this.” “But?” Mac knew that Robin was holding something back. “But when I look at him, I see Stone. Suddenly I am 17 years old again and I cannot stop the man I care about from being sick.” “Robin, that is a perfectly normal reaction.” Mac was glad Robin was getting this off her chest. “You said yourself that his first test came back negative…” “So did mine.” Robin began crying. Mac realized that he had reached the crux of the problem. Robin was scared for Patrick and this was bringing back memories of Stone and his death but she also knew that an initial negative test did not mean you were out of the woods. “Robin, look at me.” She lifted her head and he gently wiped away a tear. “I understand what you are saying but the PEP protocol is highly effective is preventing infection, right?” “Not 100% but still…” “And the chances of contracting HIV through the exposure Patrick had is low, right?” Mac had done some research online before coming to see his niece. He needed to be prepared and the PEP protocol was not something he was very familiar with. “Yes, it is.” “Then your two situations are different in a lot of ways and you need to remember that.” Mac reached over and pulled her into a hug. “I know that you think you need to be strong for Patrick right now and you will be but you need someone here for you too. Someone to hold your hand or just reassure you that when he gets a cold, it’s probably just a cold – let me be that person for you.” “What would I do without you?” Robin leaned her head on her uncle’s shoulder and let herself cry. “Sweetheart, you will never have to find out.” He kissed the top of her head and settled back on the couch. “Now, how about we watch a movie and just chill out for the rest of the night.” “That is the best idea I have heard all day.” Robin wiped her eyes and turned on the TV. “Have you seen Hot Fuzz?” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “I’m on my way back and we can talk about what I have found out when I get there.” Dean was packing his bag as he spoke on the phone. Damien was looking through the pictures Dean had sent him of Robin and her family on his computer. “Did you get to see her?” Dean looked at a picture of Rylee and smiled. “Yes and you are right, she is beautiful. I can’t believe I let Michelle and Robin talk me into signing those papers.” “You were young and you made a mistake – we can fix that now but we need to be smart about it. Michelle’s boyfriend is a rich man who knows a lot of influential people.” Damien had been thrilled that Dean wanted to know more about his daughter and was using it to his full advantage. The deal he had presented the man was simple: Dean would help Damien get Robin and he would help Dean get to be a part of his daughter’s life. “Luckily you do too now.” Dean scoffed at the mention of Michael. He hated the way the man had so easily laid claim to his daughter. Michael could have Michelle, that shipped had sailed years ago, but he could not have Rylee. “Whatever we have to do – I have missed years of my daughter’s life and I don’t want to miss anymore.” “Patience Dean. If we go about this the wrong way, you may never get to see her again.” He closed his laptop. “We will be meeting up at a cabin in Canada – fewer distractions there.” “Whatever.” Dean shut his suitcase and headed out the door. “I am on my way – the sooner we get planning, the sooner I get to be with my daughter.” Damien hung up the phone and shook his head. Dean was not the brightest man but he would do for what they needed. Personally Damien couldn't stand the man, it was obvious that he didn't care about what was best for Rylee. This wasn't about getting to know his daughter or being a good father - it was about Michelle finding a better father figure for her daughter. He wanted to claim Rylee like a prize just to soothe his own ego and wounded pride. In the end it didn't matter, Dean was perfect for what Damien had planned. He picked up his phone and made one final call. “Get the plane ready – it’s time for phase two.”
  3. Chapter 45 “Noah?” Robin approached the older doctor in the hallway. “I need to talk to you about the Donaldson case. Something has come up so I have given my notes to Dr. Case and he will be consulting with you.” “Wait,” Noah grabbed her as she tried to walk away, “I specifically requested you on this case. Why are you passing it off to another doctor?” Robin refused to look Noah in the eyes. “I just thought that…” Noah got a sinking feeling in his stomach and made a decision. “Why don’t we have this discussion in my office?” He led her into his office and sat down with his son’s girlfriend. “Robin, what is really going on?” “Nothing.” She played with the cuffs of her lab coat. “I just bit off more than I can chew.” “And if I talked to Mr. Donaldson and asked him why you are no longer his doctor, what would he say?” Noah wasn’t about to back down. Robin bit her lip and sighed. “Don’t say anything to Patrick, please? This is the last thing he needs to worry about.” “So he refused to work with you because of your HIV status?” “Yes.” She finally looked at Noah. “I can handle this, it’s not like this is the first time it has happened but Patrick has enough to worry about and he gets a little overprotective.” Noah reached over and held her hand. “Robin, his first test came back negative.” “Thank God. He told you?” Robin was worried that Patrick would keep what had happened in the OR a secret from his father and was glad he wasn’t. He would need all the support he could get over the next six months. “Yes and Matt and I were with him when Alan gave him the initial test results.” He was hoping to get her to relax a little bit and confide in him. “He said he had something to take care of and that he would call you later.” “Okay.” Robin felt a little of the tension she had been carrying with her leave her body. Patrick was on the PEP protocol and his first test had come back negative so chances were good that he would remain that way. “Thank you for telling me.” “Not a problem and now you can return the favor by telling me exactly what happened with Mr. Donaldson.” Noah wanted to be prepared when he met with his patient. “Please Noah, don’t make a big deal about this.” Robin could see he wasn’t going to let this go so she finally told him what had happened. “Fine – he recognized my name from the article about the epidemic. He said that he didn’t feel comfortable having someone who was sick taking caring of him and requested that I find another, healthier doctor for him.” “Son of a bitch.” His voice was soft but full of emotion. He hated that she had to go through this even in this day and age. “Robin, I am so sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry for. Besides, it will free up more time to help your son.” She stood up and headed to the door. “I really need to check on April one last time before I head home – it’s my night to take Ry to dance class.” Noah followed her to the door. “Well don’t let me stop you – I would hate to have Ry mad at me because I stopped Grandma from getting her on time.” He kissed her cheek. “I will talk to you later.” “Ok,” she gave him a quick hug, “bye Noah.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Patrick set two beers down on the table as he sat down. “Thank you again for meeting with me.” “You said it is about Robin.” Mac picked up the beer and took a sip. “I would do anything for my girls.” “I know and she needs you now.” Patrick grabbed his beer and saw the bandage from his earlier cut as he took a drink. “I had an accident during surgery today – I stuck myself with a needle covered in a patient’s blood.” He took another drink. “A patient with end-stage AIDS.” “Oh my God. Are you okay?” Mac was horrified that Robin’s boyfriend had been exposed. “My first test came back negative and I started the PEP protocol within two hours of my exposure but we won’t know for certain for another six months. I have no reason not to be optimistic at this point in time.” He played with the label on the beer bottle. “The reason I want to talk to you is that I am worried about Robin and you may be the best person to talk to her.” “Why?” Mac knew that Patrick loved his niece, even if he hadn’t admitted it to her yet. He also knew that Patrick wouldn’t be here if he weren’t truly worried. “She’s been so supportive and understanding but she’s not okay. She’s covering, I can tell.” “How?” “She’s too level, almost brittle, like she’s holding a lot inside.” He took another swig from the bottle. “We both know that Robin has lived with HIV for a lot of years but I think she’s more scared than she’s letting on. The fact that her first boyfriend died of AIDS I’m sure doesn’t help. It’s bringing back a lot of bad memories.” Mac nodded. “She is a very stubborn and strong woman.” Patrick sighed. “That’s no doubt but everyone has their breaking point and I think Robin may be getting to hers.” “Thanks for the heads up.” Mac was worried for his niece too. He remembered all too well the hell Robin went through during her teen years with Stone’s death and discovering her own HIV positive status. “Are you going to see her tonight?” Patrick shook his head. “Robin has Rylee tonight – Michelle is working the night shift at the ER for her clinicals. I was told by Miss Rylee herself that I was to be gone tonight and let her have a night alone with her grandma.” Mac laughed. “That little girl is so much like Robin it’s scary.” “My only plans tonight are to go home and make up a pitcher of my dad’s hangover cure – he swears it will help me with my nausea. Then I just want to curl up in bed and leave today behind me for a few hours.” He doubted he would sleep but he didn’t want to ruin Robin’s plans for the night because of his accident. “Meanwhile I will crash my niece’s party and try to get her to talk to me after Ry goes to bed.” He finished his beer. “Thank you for letting me know what is going on.” “I just want what is best for Robin.” “I know you do.” Mac stood up and smiled at the man. “You know, if you need someone to talk to, I have been told I am a pretty good listener. I had to be raising three girls.” Patrick laughed for the first time since his accident. “I guess so.” “Do you like hockey?” Patrick nodded his head. “The Stanley Cup finals start this weekend and it would be nice to watch the games with someone who actually knows what is going on.” Mac laid his business card down on the table. “My cell number is on the card – why don’t you give me a call and I will tell you what time to be there.” “I’d like that Mac.” He felt better having talked to the man and wanted to get to know Robin’s uncle better. “Good, I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” He put his hand out to Patrick. “Have a good evening Dr. Drake.” Patrick finished his beer and stood up to shake the man’s hand. “You too Commissioner Scorpio.”
  4. I may be a terrible person but I am behind Gabi and Kate 100%. I wasn't sure if Kate was really going to work with Gabi or just lying to her until she laid into Abby yesterday. I'm sorry but it takes a hell of a lot of nerve to ask the woman whose husband you murdered to help save your marriage. Kate had every right, even if she wasn't in cahoots with Gabi, to let Abby have it. They are both right, Chad is much better off without Abby. I hope they remember all this talk about Abby not being completely responsible for what she did due to her mental illness when everything comes out regarding the paternity switch because I am pretty sure that Gabi has a good case for temporary insanity due to the situation Abby and Stefan put her in. Or she could be suffering from PTSD due to her being incarcerated for a murder she didn't commit and then beaten so severely she can never have another child again only to find out that the woman who is responsible for it is not only getting away with it but also pregnant. I would call that extenuating circumstances. Who am I kidding? No one cares about Gabi's mental health, just Abby's.
  5. Chapter 44 Patrick took a moment to compose himself before entering April’s room. His blood had been drawn, his prescription picked up and he was fighting the nausea from his first dose but he was bound and determined not to let his patient see it. He took a deep breath and entered the room. “Hello Miss Gilbert.” He went about quickly taking her vitals and doing an exam. Within a minute he was done and headed towards the door. Thanks to the PEP protocol, he needed to get to the bathroom as soon as possible. “Everything looks good – I will be in to check on you later.” Robin was walking down the hall and saw Patrick running out of April’s room. “Patrick?” He didn’t even nod in her direction, just kept running down the hall. Robin grabbed April’s chart and entered the woman’s room. “Good morning April, you are looking good today.” “Thank you for noticing. The other doctor was barely in here long enough to say hello.” Robin winced. “Dr. Drake has a few things going on right now…” “Then he should leave his problems out in the hall and not bring them into my room. I have problems of my own.” April was trying to figure out why the doctor was so cold. “Is it because I don’t have insurance?” “No, April he fought to keep you from being transferred to County.” Robin knew she would have to tell April what had happened. “April, something happened during your surgery.” She rolled her eyes. “Did he leave in a sponge in there? Don’t worry, they can pick it up during the autopsy.” “Dr. Drake cut himself with a needle covered in your blood.” Robin sat down on the bed. “His bedside manner isn’t great on a good day but given the circumstances…” “Given the circumstances he was pretty good to me.” April took a moment to absorb the news and then looked at Robin. “Be there for him – you have no idea what he is going through.” “Actually I do.” Robin smiled at the woman. “I’m HIV positive.” April paused for a minute before asking her question. “Do you mind me asking how you got it?” “No.” Robin heard a noise and turned around to see Patrick in the hall. She gave him a small smile and turned back to April. “I got it from my first boyfriend.” “Was he an IV drug user?” April couldn't believe that the woman she saw before her used to be a drug addict. “No, but he did have unprotected sex with someone who was before he and I got together.” “How long ago was that?” April could see that Dr. Soltini was in good health. “Over twenty years ago. Stone, my boyfriend, was diagnosed first and was already in full blown AIDS by that time.” Robin felt a tear coming but she didn’t try and stop it. She still shed tears for the men she had loved and lost from time to time. “He had six months from the time he was diagnosed until he passed away.” “I didn’t mean to upset you.” “You didn’t – talking about it hurts but it also makes me realize how far I have come and how much I have to be grateful for.” She wiped away the tear. “I was lucky – I got on the protocol as soon as it became available and have been able to maintain my health through the years.” “Unlike me.” April wanted to explain what had happened to her. “I got it from my boyfriend too but neither one of us knew we had it. One night he got drunk and we got into a fight. He hit me, I fought back and the cops were called. They took us to the hospital and I found out I had AIDS. My boyfriend took off and I haven’t seen him since.” “Why didn’t you go to the clinic?” Robin was curious about why the woman wouldn’t take advantage of their services. “Denial – I just couldn’t believe that I was infected.” April shook her head. “Besides, what was the point? I am not just HIV positive, I have full blown AIDS. Face it doc, I’m toast.” “But you have a chance to live a better life than the one you have been living.” Robin took April’s hand in hers. “The medications we are giving you will help you live a longer, better life.” “I can’t afford this.” “Don’t worry about it.” Robin smiled at her. “The Quartermaine Foundation is assisting with the hospital bills and the Stone Cates Memorial AIDS wing is helping with the medications.” Tears filled April’s eyes. “I don’t know how to thank you.” “Just get better and be patient with Dr. Drake. He fought for you April, please remember that the next time he comes in. If you give him a chance, you will find he is a very good man and an even better doctor. ” Robin got up. “I need to go check on my other patients but I will be by later to check on you.” April couldn’t help but notice how protective Dr. Soltini was of Dr. Drake. “I will see you later.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Patrick stood at the nurse’s hub trying to catch his breath. He had been listening to Robin’s conversation with April when another wave of nausea had hit him but he was unsure if it was from the protocol or guilt for the way he had treated April. After a trip to the bathroom he had went by April’s room to see the women but Robin was already gone and April was sleeping. He opened up a chart, determined to at least read the lab results before he got sick again when a hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him. Patrick paled and grabbed the counter. “Please don’t do that.” “What’s the matter sport?” Noah went around to the other side and looked at his son. “Rough night? If you are going to be doing that I need to give you the recipe to my hangover cure.” Patrick barely had a chance to respond before Matt came up and joined them. “I heard about your surgery earlier – everything go okay?” Patrick looked at his brother and father before waving them over to the lounge area. “Let’s sit down.” The three men sat down and Patrick took a deep breath. “There was an accident during surgery. There was a power surge in the OR and my hand slipped while I was stitching up a bleeder. I cut myself.” Matt paled at the news, he knew the patient’s HIV status, but Noah had just come in for his shift and didn’t have a clue. “So you and the patient have some testing done but I am sure it will all be…” “The patient has end-stage AIDS.” Patrick saw the news hit his father. “I’ve been exposed.” “Oh my God.” Noah leaned over and took Patrick’s hand. “We are going to get through this. Did you have your first test?” “Alan is running it as we…” He stopped speaking as he saw Alan approaching them. “Alan?” “I have the results from your first test.” “You can go ahead and tell me Alan.” “I’m pleased to say that your first test is negative.” Alan saw the three men relax. “You will need to finish your PEP protocol and retest in six months but you are over the first hurdle.” Patrick nodded his head. “Thank you Alan.” Noah could sense something was still bothering his son so he waited for Alan to leave before saying anything. “Patrick, this is good news.” “I know.” He stood up. “I have something I need to do. Dad, if you want to text me your hangover cure, I would appreciate it.” Noah and Matt both stood up and grabbed Patrick pulling him into a group hug. “We love you.” “I love you guys too.” He pulled back. “If you see Robin, tell her I will call her later.” Patrick walked to the elevator and pulled out his phone. “Do you have a few minutes to talk? It’s about Robin.”
  6. Alcazar threatens Robin and Patrick goes into protective mode: Robin: And for the record, I don't appreciate you calling my father when I specifically told you I didn't want him involved. Patrick: It's too late, your father got involved the minute he made Skye disappear. That's why Alcazar's trying to intimidate you, because, once again, your father got involved in a covert mission without thinking of the consequences to the people around him. Robert: Wait, wait, wait. We're getting a little judgmental here. Now, what consequences were you thinking about when you were counting all those notches on your bed -- Robin: No -- just stop. Bickering is not helping either of your causes. Patrick: Ok, if we stop, will you consider our causes and let your father keep an eye on you? Robin: Hmm, let me think about that -- no! Patrick: Look, you can be as mad as you want. I am not going to apologize for wanting to keep you safe. [Pager beeps] Patrick: I got to go. Robin: Don't let me stop you. Patrick: This isn't over. Robert: Do you have to bust his chops over everything? Robin: Why are you defending him? Robert: Well, it's easier than defending myself. I mean, we both know who you're mad at here. Robin: Ok, once again, you've given yourself way too much credit. My world, my being, has not revolved around you since I was -- uh -- 12. Robert: My point exactly. I was gone for all that time when you needed me the most, and I'm still paying for it. But him? Well, he's here, right now. And this guy really cares for you, and he's prepared to put up with all of your garbage -- Robin: Oh -- Robert: To that end. I mean, explain to me the downside of all of this. Later... Robin: Hey. Do you have time for a quick consult before you go? Patrick: Who's the patient? Robin: A young, caucasian female with a cautious heart and a possibly fatal case of independence. What would you prescribe? Patrick: I already told you -- two weeks in Paris. Robin: Ah -- the patient can't fly. Patrick: Ah. Common problem with humans. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ You know, it always bothered me that the show had a real opportunity to create an old school adventure story with Alcazar and the Scorpios and completely blew it. It was rights there - kidnappings, adventure, young lovers on the run (Scrubs), a chance at redemption for a father - and it was just dropped within a couple of days. Robert was beat up, Skye made a phone call home and Alcazar found her. Fast forward three months later she's begging Patrick to save Alcazar's life while Robin lies dying on the floor of the Metro Court. How much more tension would have been in those scenes if he reminded her of the danger Alcazar put Robin in just a few months earlier? If Alcazar had followed through on his threats and Patrick had to work with Robert to find Robin and bring her home? It's the same with a possible Nikolas/Robin/Patrick triangle - the pieces were there, they just never bothered to put them together and it could have been great.
  7. Chapter 43 Patrick was still yelling at Sneed when Robin walked back in the trauma room. “This patient will not make it to County – her injuries are too severe.” He glared at Robin. “Where the hell have you been?” “Trust me.” Robin went back to monitoring their patient. “Your patient has end stage AIDS, probably due to life style choices.” Sneed took a breath and Robin took the opportunity to interrupt her. “I’m sorry but are you saying that she doesn’t deserve treatment because she made a bad decision?” Robin looked at Patrick. “Didn’t I tell you there were still people like her out there?” “Yes but I didn’t think we actually worked with one.” Patrick picked the handset to the phone up and called the OR floor. “Is my OR ready yet?” Sneed didn’t back down. “I have told them that we will not be performing surgery on this patient.” “Ms. Sneed, did you happen to notice that very large building across the street? The one called the Stone Cates Memorial AIDS wing?” Robin was worried that their patient was not going to last much longer. “That is for outpatient treatment and assistance with medication. If your patient had taken advantage of their services she might not be end stage now.” Sneed was not about to back down. “General Hospital is a private hospital and as such I have to make sure that we are financially viable. This patient is terminal and will die whether she gets surgery or not.” “My patient is not going to die because of bureaucratic nonsense.” Patrick was about to say something else when Alan walked in the door. “What is going on here?” “I cannot authorize treatment on a patient with end-stage AIDS. It is financially irresponsible.” Iris was not happy to see the chief of staff involved. “Robin?” Alan now knew exactly why his best researcher had called him down to help out. “She has cerebral edema due to a MVA. We need to operate immediately.” Robin didn’t have a single doubt what Alan’s answer would be. Alan turned to Sneed. “You do not make decisions about patient care. Your job is to find a way to pay for it.” He walked over to the phone in the room. “Get an OR ready for Dr. Drake immediately.” Patrick looked at Robin who winked at him. Sneed saw her and shook her head. “Fine but I cannot assign any staff to the case. Anyone who has contact with this patient will be made aware that she has end-stage AIDS.” “Well then it’s a good thing that the staff here isn’t full of close-minded bigots.” Epiphany came through the door with Liz and Andy Archer right behind her. Andy was the best anesthesiologist on staff and immediately began to get the patient, April Gilbert, ready for surgery. “Now would you please get out of our way so we can treat this young woman?” Even Iris was afraid of Epiphany – she stormed out of the room without another word. Alan smiled at the head nurse. “Thank you for being so quick.” He turned to Patrick. “Do you need any more assistance? I would be more than happy to scrub in.” “No, that’s okay.” Patrick was still trying to figure out what had just happened. “In that case I am going to contact AJ and Michael and get to work on finding a way to use the Quartermaine foundation to assist with Miss Gilbert’s medical bills. We have been thinking about creating a fund for patients in similar situations and I believe she is the perfect test case. Good luck.” Patrick stood back with Robin and watched the nurses and Andy get April ready for surgery. “That was a risky move, calling Alan.” “Not really – he was Stone’s doctor and mine when we were first diagnosed. I knew he’d have our backs.” Robin saw that April was almost ready and gently nudged Patrick in the ribs. “Let’s go save our patient.” ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Patrick stood at the sink scrubbing his hand furiously. He didn’t understand what had just happened. Flashback “I found the bleeder.” He got a needle and some surgical sutures and began sewing it up. Robin kept the suction going as he worked quickly but confidently to sew it up. He was almost done when there was a sudden, short surge of power in the room. He was caught off guard and the needle slipped, puncturing his glove and then his finger. “What the hell was that?” “Power surge doctor – it won’t happen again.” Andy checked his instruments and nodded that it was safe to continue. Robin had been watching closely. “Dr. Drake – did you cut yourself?” “I need to finish stitching up this bleeder.” Robin was trying not to panic. “Dr. Drake, you need to go and wash your cut immediately. I will hold off the bleeder.” Robin stepped over to control the bleed as Patrick stepped away from the patient. He had no sooner left her side when her pressure began to drop. Machines began going crazy and Patrick didn’t even hesitate to go back to his patient and finished suturing up the patient’s bleed. He had fought too hard to lose her now. End Flashback “Patrick?” Robin walked over to the sink and took the sponge from his hands. She unwrapped another bar of soap and another sponge. She took her gloved hands and gently washed his hand. “We need to get you started on antiretrovirals immediately and you need to get tested, not just for HIV but for Hep C.” “I need to check on my patient.” Patrick was still in shock over what had happened and had reverted back to doctor mode as a defense mechanism. Robin studied him closely before she spoke again. She set the sponge and soap back on the sink. “Fine – get dressed, check on our patient and meet me at the front desk in fifteen minutes. There’s something that you need and you don’t even know it.” “I really don’t feel like having any company right now.” He felt like he could barely breathe at the moment and he didn’t want Robin to see him as weak. “Fifteen minutes or I come looking for you and, trust me, you don’t want that.” Robin walked out the door before he could say another word. Patrick shook his head as he watched her leave. He knew there was no point in arguing with his girlfriend so he dried his hands and headed to the locker room to change. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Robin held Patrick’s hand as she pulled him out onto the dock. Patrick instantly began complaining. “You pulled me away from a patient for this – the smell of seaweed and dead fish?” She stopped walking and put up her hand to him. “Will you just stop for a second? Take a breath. Look out at the water and try to gain perspective – that’s what I do.” Patrick shook his head. “Yeah, you’re right. Big help, thanks for sharing.” He said sarcastically before he turned around and walked away. “Would you stop fighting this for a second and listen to me?” She waited until he stopped and continued speaking. “I know what you are feeling.” Patrick rolled his eyes at her. “That’s a little presumptuous.” “Maybe.” Robin admitted. “Would you mind just hearing me out?” He didn’t say anything but his posture relaxed and Robin knew he was giving her a chance. “When Stone told me that he was HIV positive and that I might be infected my entire world stopped. I couldn’t comprehend it, that this person that I loved so much could do this to me. Just how you love being a doctor, right? I mean how could it turn around and bite you so badly?” Patrick looked away, unsure of what to say. She was right of course but he wasn’t ready to admit it so he just let her continue to speak. “For a while I just went through the motions. I got my first blood test and I, I was in complete denial. I just kept telling myself that there is no way I am going to get this virus. Months after endless months I just waited until one day Alan called me into his office and he didn’t even have to say anything, I could just see it all over his face. This boy that I loved was dying from this thing and now I had it.” Patrick felt a tear coming as she told him her story but he blinked it back. “I wanted to just crawl into a hole and never come out.” Robin stopped and wondered if she was scaring him. “But you’re not there yet and please believe me, I am not trying to tell you how to feel, I’m just saying that I know.” He couldn’t take it, the honesty and pain in her eyes. He walked away and stepped closer to the ocean. Robin took a moment to collect herself and spoke again. “Except for one thing, unlike me, you have a chance. You might have dodged this bullet." She took a step closer to him. "Now wouldn’t that be something, if this accident happened and you were not infected. I choose to believe in that possibility and I expect you to do the same.” “What’s your point?” He didn’t mean to sound harsh but he was trying hard not to fall apart in front of her. “My point is that what you did in the operating room today is the bravest things I have ever seen. You risked your own life to save your patient.” He still couldn’t believe that he had done it himself. “Yeah.” “I don’t believe that people get AIDS as punishment. I think that sometimes horrible things happen to the best of us.” She took a few steps and was by his side once more. “But I can still hope. This may be the longest six months of your whole life but I promise you’re not alone.” He took a deep breath. “Six months, huh?” “But if you test negative in six months, you are pretty much home free.” She gently nudged him. “Look on the bright side, it will give you time to work on your people skills.” He sat down on the steps of the dock. “Guess you won’t have to worry about Leyla or any other woman hitting on me for the next six months.” She sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around his arm, holding him close. “I would give anything for this not to have happened to you.” Patrick wrapped his arm around her legs and pulled her even closer. Robin was right, he had a chance, options that were not available to her all those years ago, and he would take full advantage of them in a few minutes but for now all he wanted to do was hold her as he stared out at the sea. He didn't know what was going to happen but he knew one thing with absolute certainty - as long as Robin was by his side, he would get through it.
  8. You know, it always bothered me that the show had a real opportunity to create an old school adventure story with Alcazar and the Scorpios and completely blew it. It was rights there - kidnappings, adventure, young lovers on the run (Scrubs), a chance at redemption for a father - and it was just dropped within a couple of days. Robert was beat up, Skye made a phone call home and Alcazar found her. Fast forward three months later she's begging Patrick to save Alcazar's life while Robin lies dying on the floor of the Metro Court. How much more tension would have been in those scenes if he reminded her of the danger Alcazar put Robin in just a few months earlier? If Alcazar had followed through on his threats and Patrick had to work with Robert to find Robin and bring her home? It's the same with a possible Nikolas/Robin/Patrick triangle - the pieces were there, they just never bothered to put them together and it could have been great.
  9. Chapter 42 “Robin wait!” Patrick ran down the hall attempting to put on his scrub top as he chased his very angry girlfriend down the hall. “Let me explain.” “Explain what?” She didn’t slow down as she made her way to the nurse’s hub in an attempt to get him to back off. “How I caught you literally with your pants down?” Robin had gone into the locker room to grab her afternoon pills and walked in to find Leyla on top of Patrick on the bench, both of them clad only in towels. Robin had no doubts that the student nurse had started it but Patrick didn’t look particularly put out to have the young woman so close either. He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. “You have to know that I would never cheat on you.” “It doesn’t matter.” Robin shook her head. They had only been officially dating for a month and the last two weeks had been filled with constant interference from Leyla. “You are around her by your own choice. You know that she is after you, you know it bothers me and yet you still agreed to be her mentor. Now she is in our surgeries, ignoring my requests and disrespecting me at every turn, and you let her.” Patrick ran his hands through his still wet hair. “I told Leyla that the way she was acting was inappropriate and that the next time it happened I would write her up.” “But only after I said something to you otherwise you would have let it go.” Robin sighed. “If you are unhappy with me, just tell me, don’t drive me away by…” “I am very happy with you.” Patrick didn’t understand why she was so upset – he had spoken to Leyla and she was now cordial with Robin in the OR. “You looked very happy with her a few minutes ago.” Robin grabbed a chart and headed to the computer to enter her notes, turning her back on him once again. “She fell coming around the corner and landed on top of me. It was an accident.” Robin rolled her eyes. “Sure it was.” Patrick thought about it for a moment and then threw up his hands. “You know what Robin, think what you want.” “Fine.” The keyboard vibrated under her hands as she angrily typed her notes. “Fine.” He turned to walk back to the locker room when the paramedics came bursting through the door with a patient on a gurney. The patient was on a backboard and bloodied with multiple bandages around her head. Patrick ran over and Robin was right behind him, the last few minutes instantly forgotten. “What do we have?” “Car versus tree.” The paramedic began speaking but the woman interrupted him. “Stop – don’t touch me! I have AIDS.” Robin looked at Patrick and he yelled at the paramedics. “Get her into Trauma Room 1 and I want an OR up and ready to go for me in the next half hour.” The doctors followed the paramedics into the trauma room, put on the gloves and moved the woman off the gurney and onto the exam table. Within minutes of her arrival the woman was unconscious. Patrick about pulled the phone off the wall in his haste to talk to the surgical floor. “How soon until I get an OR?” “You don’t.” Iris Sneed, head of hospital administration pushed through the door. “According to the paramedics, this woman does not have insurance – she is going to be transferred to County immediately.” Robin looked over at Patrick who was flashing Iris a look of pure hatred. “Like hell she is. I don’t care if I have to do this surgery in this room by myself – she is getting treated at GH and she is getting treated by me.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “As you can see, our school is up-to-date and has the best security system on the market.” Principal Porter walked the man around the schoolyard as the preschool classroom played. “We pride ourselves on being one of the best schools in the state.” “I’m very impressed.” He saw two little girls playing in the sandbox and stopped to smile at them. “Hi.” Both girls giggled but answered him. “Hi.” The littlest one stood up and put out her hand. “I’m Rylee and this is my friend Jess.” “Nice to meet you Rylee.” He shook the little girl’s hand. “And you too Jess. Principal Porter was just showing me around your school. Do you like going to school here?” Ry nodded her head enthusiastically. “Yes, we play and paint and read.” “That’s great. I have a little girl just about your age and I am trying to see if this is a good school for her.” He was about to say something else when he heard someone yell out for the little girl. “Rylee!” Michael walked across the playground. “Michael!” The little girl took off running and jumped into the young man’s arms. “I thought mommy was picking me up.” “Mommy had to stay over at the hospital so I came – is that okay?” Rylee happily nodded her head. “Good. I thought we might go over to my house and see if Cook has made any of her famous brownies.” “Yeah!” Rylee jumped down from his arms and ran over to the principal. “Can Michael take me home now?” “I think that would be just fine.” She took great pride in being familiar with her students families and she knew that Michael Quartermaine had been given permission to pick up Rylee. “Good afternoon Mr. Quartermaine.” “Good afternoon Principal Porter.” Michael shook her hand and then held it out to the man with the principal. “I don’t believe we have met. Michael Quartermaine.” The man took Michael’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “Dean Chambers.” “Mr. Chambers is looking at moving here and wanted to check out our school before making a decision.” “I think that this place has everything I am looking for.” He turned to the principal. “I apologize but I need to be leaving. Thank you for the grand tour and I will be in touch.” Before anyone could say anything else Dean left the playground. Michael kept a close eye on the man as he departed – he had a bad feeling about the man. “Principal Porter, where did he say he was from?” “I’m not sure.” The woman had been in the middle of planning the school assembly when the man walked into her office and asked for a tour. “He has a little girl right around Rylee’s age but I really don’t know anything more than that.” “Okay.” Michael felt a little tug on his sleeve. “Ready to go Squirt?” “You bet.” Ry took his hand and headed out the door. “I want some brownies.” “Excuse me?” Michael knew that Michelle and Robin were both big on manners. “I meant, may I please have a brownie?” The little girl smiled at him one more time. Michael picked her up and hugged her close before heading to his car. “I think that can be arranged.” He got to the car and quickly buckled Ry up in her car seat before heading home. “So, what did you do in school today?”
  10. Chapter 41 Patrick practically glided up to the nurse’s desk. “Isn’t it a lovely morning, Epiphany?” He picked up and chart and began reading though it. “Has Dr. Soltini checked in yet?” Epiphany rolled her eyes. “No she has not but I will let you know when she does.” The two doctors had been flirting with each other for months and it was obvious from Dr. Drake’s mood that they had finally gone out on a date. “I would appreciate it.” He winked at the nurse and went off to do his rounds. Only a few minutes later Robin strode up to the desk. “Isn’t it a lovely morning, Epiphany?” “That’s what I keep hearing.” Epiphany continued sorting her charts as she answered the doctor. “Has Dr. Drake checked in yet?” Robin was trying to act nonchalant but she failed miserably. The truth was she missed the man. Even though she had wanted to have him stay the night, Robin didn’t think it was right because of Rylee. She and Patrick were still new and it might confuse the little girl if she saw Uncle Patrick coming out of her grandma’s bedroom in the morning. “Yes and he was barely off the elevator before he was asking about you.” “Really?” Robin couldn’t help but sound a little excited at the nurse’s news. “Yes and he is having a lovely morning too and you are not fooling anyone.” Epiphany raised her eyebrows at Robin. Robin was caught off guard. “I, uh, I,” she ran her hand through her hair, “you know what, you’re right. Patrick and I are seeing each but it won’t interfere with our interactions here. No sneaking off to the supply closet when there is a code blue or anything like that.” Epiphany nodded her head. “You break that boy’s heart and I’ll break your neck.” Robin barely had a chance to respond before she felt him come up behind her. She turned around and smiled at him. “Good morning Dr. Drake.” He flashed his trademark dimpled grin at her. “Good morning to you too. Do you have a few minutes for a consult?” “Sure, where’s the chart?” Patrick began looking around the desk. “I must have left it somewhere.” “Would you like me to help you find it?” Robin could see Epiphany rolling her eyes at them as they did their little show. “That would be wonderful.” Patrick took Robin by the arm and dragged her down the hall. Robin couldn’t help get a little excited at what they were doing. She had always been a by-the-book, follow-the rules kind of girl but Patrick brought out the bad girl in her she never knew existed. She found the door she was looking for and pointed at it. “Was it in there?” He looked at the supply room door. “Yes, I think it was.” Robin opened the door and walked in, Patrick close at her heels. She heard the lock click behind her and turned around. “It doesn’t appear to be in here.” He quickly picked her up in his arms and carried her to the laundry cart in the corner. “Good.” He kissed her deeply as he wrapped his arms around her tight for what they both hoped was the first of many consults. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Dr. Drake!” A young woman stopped him as he made his way to the nurse’s desk. He and Robin had finished their consult and she went to do rounds as he went to check on lab results for his patient. He had a surgery this afternoon and wanted to make sure everything was in order. He turned to the young woman in pink scrubs. “Yes Leyla?” “I just wanted to say that I had the pleasure of watching you in surgery the other day and you were brilliant.” The dark haired woman smiled at him, batting her eyes. “If you have a moment, I was wondering if you could review my chart – see if I missed anything?” He threw her his custom Drake smirk at her. “Certainly, come here.” He barely noticed as she slid as close to him as possible while they looked at the chart. He reviewed the chart and pointed out a few things to her. “You need to be clearer on the narrative but everything else is great. You are very good at your job. You must be a wonderful student.” He turned to her and winked. “Keep on going like this and you will be assisting me in no time.” “I’ll look forward to that.” She looked up at him and winked back. “You know, if you aren’t busy tonight…” “Actually, I do have plans.” Patrick slid away from the nurse, finally realizing what it looked like. “Dr. Soltini and I are having dinner.” “We are?” Robin glared at him as she approached the hub. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.” “I didn’t think I had to ask my girlfriend to have dinner with me.” Patrick knew she had witnessed the scene between him and Leyla and was not happy about it. He needed to make it clear to Leyla exactly where things stood. He wrapped his arm around Robin and pulled her close. “Nurse Mir just needed a quick review of her chart and that was all I was doing.” Robin turned to him. “Really?” “Yes, I apologize to both you and Nurse Mir if it appeared to be anything else.” He pulled Robin in front of him before addressing the nurse again. “I think that, in order to avoid any confusion, any questions you have should be directed to Epiphany and your instructors. They may want different things on the charts than I do.” Properly shamed, Leyla nodded her head. “Of course doctors.” Robin waited until the student nurse walked away before she spoke. “Thank you.” “Look, I am a flirt by nature. Sometimes I don’t even realize I am doing it like today.” He smiled down at her. “But I will try and keep my flirting in check and only flirt with one woman in my life – you.” “Good answer Drake.” She got on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. “Now back to work.” She turned around and found the file she was looking for. “About the procedure this afternoon, you still want me to scrub in?” “Wouldn’t dream of doing it without you.” He opened up the file and settled in behind Robin to review the labs and x-rays. “Do you still agree about the point of entry?” ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Did you find him?” Damien sat in his office reviewing all the information his private detective had been able to find on Robin, Michelle and Rylee Soltini. “Yes sir.” His assistant slid a file over the desk to Damien. “He is currently in jail on a possession charge.” “And he is due for release soon?” Damien had considered the best way to approach Robin and get her to agree to be with him. It had taken some time but he had finally figured out his plan of action. The first step was to get this man to Port Charles. The man nodded his head. “Next week.” “Good – I want to be there when he is released and personally make him the offer. Make the arrangements.” The man stood up and left the office as Damien looked at his computer, slowly going through all the photos that had been collected over the past month of Robin with her family. He smiled as he stared at one of Robin with her granddaughter swinging at the park. It would take some time but they would be together.

    From Season one: Jane: So I Googled you... Rafael: You did? Jane: Uh uh Rafael: That couldn't have gone well. Jane: It didn't. Makes me laugh ever time.
  12. So I rewatched the show and realized something - a few weeks before Michael's return we see a man with jeans and boots walking, just his lower legs and feet. The narrator says something about you never know when something evil is headed your way but we would learn about that in a few weeks. Going off that short scene, I have a theory it might be bunnies. Just kidding, my theory is that Michael is dead and this is an imposter created by Rose as revenge against Rafael for refusing to tell her where Luisa is. Note that she did not bring this news to Raf until after he refused numerous times to tell where Luisa is. If Nadine (Michael's partner from the first season) is still alive, she could provide them with details about Michael and Jane as he confided in Nadine when he was sleeping with her after they broke up. Plus, Rose is definitely an eye for an eye kind of gal and keeping Rafael away from his true love because he won't tell her where hers is is perfectly in character. As for who JR shot - I think we are going back to first season on this one and Lachlan is the stalker.
  13. Chapter 40 “Oh my God.” Patrick was panting heavily as he held Robin in his arms. “That was…” “Disappointing?” Robin couldn’t help but feel like she let him down. “I mean, I know it’s been a while for me.” “I was going to say amazing.” He turned to her. “Wait - did I disappoint you?” “No, absolutely not.” “Then why would you think for even one second that you disappointed me?” Patrick rolled Robin over until she was facing him. “What we just did was more amazing than I could have ever dreamed.” “Really?” Robin was doubtful about his claim. “Yes.” He propped his head up on his hand as he spoke to her. “What we just did was different than anything I have ever done before. All I have ever done is the past is have sex. I can honestly say that I feel like this was the first time I made love. We connect on more than a physical level, we connect emotionally too and it made it the most amazing experience of my adult life.” A tear came to Robin’s eye. She had felt the same connection and had prayed that he had felt it too. “I know.” “I look at you and all I can think is how much I want to spend the whole day in this bed with you, even if it is just watching TV and eating junk food. Any other woman and I would be counting the seconds until I could make a graceful exit.” He reached over and pulled her closer. “I want to be here with you and I don’t want it to end.” Robin bit her lip. “We could watch TV.” A sexy smile played on her lips. “Or we could do the crossword puzzle.” Patrick smiled right back at her. “We could.” “Or,” her hand slipped under the sheets, “we could find another way to occupy our time.” Patrick kissed her neck. “I’ll take option number three.” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Stop.” Robin was trying to make herself presentable before Michelle and Ry got home but Patrick wasn’t helping. Every time she tried to put on an article of clothing, he tried to take it off of her. So far she had managed to get her underwear, bra and jeans on but he was being relentless about keeping her shirt off her. “They are going to be here any minute.” “We could tell them that you are not feeling well and I am in here doing a house call.” “Is that what you are – a house call?” Robin finally managed to get her shirt buttoned up. “Been called far worse.” He reluctantly put on his jeans. “Actually, I prefer boyfriend.” Robin actually stopped mid-step. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “I said I prefer to be called your boyfriend.” Patrick was proud of himself putting it out there. He had never committed to any woman in his life but Robin was different. “Unless you have a problem with that?” Robin turned around and threw herself at him. He was caught off guard and fell but, luckily, he was standing in front of the bed when she did it so they ended up back on it. She kissed him for the hundredth time that day. “What do you think?” “I think that it is too bad that Ry and Michelle are almost home.” Patrick wanted nothing more than to rip Robin’s clothes off of her and spend the remainder of the night making love to her. He gently pushed her off of him. “But I fully expect to be rewarded for my step forward in maturity later.” Robin giggled. “Don’t worry, you will be.” She got off the bed and headed for the door, Patrick right behind her. “Did you get that movie Ry wanted? I would like a break from Inside Out.” “Yes although I have no doubts that you will sit through it with her at least a dozen more times.” She walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. “You really are great with her.” Patrick joined her. “Well Ry is pretty easy to love and I’m not the only one who is great with her.” Patrick leaned back so that Robin could curl up under his arm. “Why didn’t you and Roger have more kids?” She laid her head on his chest. “We talked about, several times, but I was hesitant because of my HIV status. I could never forgive myself if I passed this disease on to anyone, especially my own child. I had resigned myself to just having Michelle and then, one night, a woman came into the hospital who had fallen and sprained her wrist. Her name was Stacy, she was HIV positive and seven months pregnant. I treated her and spoke with her regarding her pregnancy. She really opened up my eyes to the possibilities. I went home that night and told Roger that we should go for it.” “Did it not work?” “We never got the chance to find out – a month later Roger died and I took it as a sign that having a biological child just wasn’t in the cards for me. I can’t even imagine having been pregnant or dealing with an infant while handling the loss of my husband. It would have been a nightmare.” She tightened her hold on Patrick. “I have been blessed with an amazing daughter and I will never take that for granted.” He kissed the top of her head. “I know you won’t.” “What about you? I would have thought that having a mini-Patrick running around would be a dream come true for you. Proof of your virililty.” “I am plenty virile as I proved to you today.” He stroked her back. “Kids have never been and will never be in the cards for me.” She regarded him curiously. “Why not?” “Look, I know who I am and accept it. I am not built to be a father.” Patrick squeezed her a little tighter. “My father made it clear that I was not his priority growing up – his career was and I would be the same way. Why subject a kid to that?” “But you are so good with Rylee – don’t you want a little piece of immortality running around?” Robin had no intentions of having another child but she didn’t want Patrick to pay the price for her decision. “If I ever have a kid my work would suffer and nothing, besides you of course, means more to me than my career. I will play Uncle Patrick all day long and twice on Sunday but I will never be called dad.” Patrick worried that this might be a deal breaker for her but he couldn’t change who he was. “Are you okay with that?” “Of course.” Robin sighed. “I am a grandma, having more children is the last thing on my mind. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay with it.” “I am.” He kissed the top of her head. “But, if you ever change your mind, I will be more than happy to play Uncle Patrick to your kid too. I have no doubts that you would be as amazing with that child as you are to Michelle and Rylee.” “Thank you but I think you are selling yourself short. I mean, who would have thought that you would suggest becoming my boyfriend?” “But that is all about me being selfish and not wanting to share you with other men.” He reached down and quickly tickled her belly, loving the laugh that came from her lips. “I don’t like to share.” Robin rolled her eyes as she fell to the floor laughing. “I hadn’t noticed.” The front door flew open and Rylee came running through it, her hair still wet from swimming. “Grandma!” She took advantage of Robin’s being on the floor to jump on her. “I had so much fun today.” Robin gathered the little girl up in her arms and hugged her close. She took a moment to wink at Patrick before turning her attention back to her granddaughter. “I’ll bet you did. Tell me all about it.”
  14. S02.E16: Chapter Thirty-Eight

    My parents just moved to Southern Georgia so I can answer this. Most houses down south do not have basements because of the high water table - you could be digging a hole to put in a mailbox and hit water. To maximize the living area, a lot of times the water heater is put in the attic. My parents attic isn't very big, maybe the size of a small room, but the water heater is up there and the pipes travel down to the bathrooms and kitchen from there.

    From Season two: Lina is tagging along with Jane at her post-partum exercise class. They are doing crunches and the instructor comes up to them: Instructor (to Lina): Oh my God, you look great! What's your secret? Lina: Birth control!