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Summary: It’s been three weeks since the girls got together for a wild night at Jake’s. When Elizabeth gets the divorce papers, and gets into a nasty fight with Lucky on the docks, she decides it’s time to go back to Jake’s. After confronting her mother about the night she asked Jason to stay away, Sam is shocked when Jason asks her if she really wants to move in.

Both having a rotten day at work, Emily and Robin once again join the girls for a girl’s night out which turns into Sam bringing Elizabeth to the penthouse.

Is it a sleepover that turns into a wild night of passion between Jason and Elizabeth? Will Sam be thrown to the side as desires come forth and a secret is revealed?

Watch out, the naughty girls are in the house!

Rated: M

If a hangover could last for three weeks straight, Samantha McCall was definitely experiencing it.

It was supposed to be a simple day of packing. She had left the penthouse early that morning, just before Jason had left for work and returned back to the lake house to pack the rest of her things.

The headache had started sometime between leaving Jason’s and getting to the lake house. Sam had planned on taking Kristina and Molly out for lunch at Kelly’s, but as soon as she walked into the house – she knew there was going to be a fight even before it broke out.

She had decided to move back into Jason’s long before now. The morning she had woken up to a hangover, Jason had tended to her every need. That morning she had realized two things. The first being that the man could cook, the second was that she still loved him. And still wanted to be with him, regardless that he had done everything in his power to push her away.

So, she had slowly begun the process of moving back in, starting by sleeping over. First, she had brought her overnight bag. Than, she had brought suitcases. And by the second week she had almost everything back in the penthouse.

Today she wanted to tell her mother the very obvious, but as soon as she walked in Alexis had been anything but cooperative. In fact, Alexis had been downright rude since the moment Sam had stepped into the house.

“I cannot believe you are doing this,” snapped Alexis as she followed her daughter down the steps and toward the truck that she had helped buy for her daughter. Maybe if I threaten to take it away, she might stay, Alexis thought to herself, but she knew better.

Both her and Sam were just too much alike. Headstrong and stubborn, and sometimes when bad went to worse, they would sink low to get what they wanted.

Alexis knew she had issues, but how was she supposed to gain the trust of her daughter, to even start a relationship with her, if she was with Jason all the time?

Hurrying forward, she grabbed her daughter by the hand. “This is not a good idea, Sam. He’s dangerous. We both know what kind of work he is in, and yet you still defend him. And you still want to live with him, regardless of that fact?” she questioned once more. She had to make Sam see reason.

Sam pulled her arm away and threw the rest of her stuff into the truck before closing the trunk a little too roughly. The pounding in her head increased and she nearly groaned in agony.

Turning back to her mother, Sam looked up at her. “Are you any different, Alexis?” she accused. “You took his pain and used it to your advantage to get him to leave me. How screwed up is that?”

Alexis glared and opened her mouth before shutting it. She wouldn’t lie, not any longer. Not if it meant getting her way. “Look, I might not be innocent in all of this, but barely even two months have passed since you were shot in the back!”

“I don’t need you to remind me,” snapped Sam as she rubbed her face. The headache seemed to increase with each outburst. She had to calm down.

“No, I don’t need to remind you. That should have been a wake-up call, Sam! You nearly died. I almost lost a daughter.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t even know I was your daughter until after I was shot. So don’t even pretend that you liked me! You hated me from the moment you set eyes on me!”

Anger rushed through her and Alexis had to once again stop herself from lashing out. “That’s not the issue here, Sam!” she managed to snap out.

“No the issue here is that you can’t bear the thought that I am moving back in with my boyfriend,” snapped Sam as she turned and opened the driver’s side door.

Alexis moved after her. “No, Sam. I’m having an issue with you being so blind to the fact that you are a victim in that house!”

Throwing her purse inside, Sam turned to her. “Stop! I’ve had about enough of this!”

“I swear Sam, if you get in that car and you go to him…you are no longer welcome here.”

Sam frowned, her eyes narrowing in both shock and anger. “You wouldn’t dare…” she started.

“If you walk away, you will no longer be able to come around Molly or Kristina ever again!”

Swallowing, Sam looked away, her hand going to her mouth as tears threatened to fall. “You’re using my sisters to threaten me?”

Alexis folded her arms. “No, Sam. I’m protecting them from you.”

“If that’s the way it’s going to be,” started Sam, her voice cracking. “Then so be it.”

As she turned to get into the vehicle, Alexis’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean that!”

“You heard me,” said Sam as she slammed the door and turned the ignition.

“Sam!” yelled Alexis, her fist pounding on the window. “Don’t be stupid! Don’t walk away from your sisters!”

Sam managed a glance at Alexis before slamming on the gas and pulling away from the house.

As she drove, the tears began to fall and a sob escaped her mouth.


Irreconcilable Differences.

That’s all it had taken. Three therapists, two lawyers, and a shoe in the ass for five lousy papers that she only had to sign?

Elizabeth Webber wanted nothing more than to run for the bathroom to throw-up the breakfast she had managed to choke down this morning, along with the smile she managed for Cameron each time he looked at her.

She had been living with her grandmother for only a week and a half before she had managed to use most of her savings to buy an apartment by the hospital. It was a lousy two-bedroom apartment but she made due with it.

Had managed to turn the piece of shit into a livable space and had made it safe for her three-year-old to venture around in.

Depression had set in long before the papers had landed on her doorstep; along with a lawyer she wanted nothing more than to spit on. It was funny, she had once been in love with Ric Lansing, but now that love had turned into something pure as the next bowl of crap she managed to cram down her throat instead of running for the bathroom like she had wanted to in the first place.

How dare Lucky choose Ric as his divorce attorney! And how dare Ric choose to accept him!

She had thought, even after all this time, that her and Ric’s relationship had finally reached a place that both of them could tolerate. Elizabeth thought she had a friend in him, but now she couldn’t have been even more wrong and foolish to think otherwise.

Elizabeth took another look at the papers and wanted to give into the urge to rip them into shreds. But she didn’t. No, she would sign them. She would sign them and get this sham of a marriage over with.

A marriage that she thought would work, but didn’t. She had been a fool to believe that her and Lucky would be married forever and be happy.

Happily ever after was nothing but a damned fairy tale that she wished she could burn. But her three-year-old would have been upset if she had done that.

Rolling her eyes, Elizabeth sighed as she stomped her way down the steps and onto the pier. She had promised to see Emily before her shift at the hospital started. And more than anything she wished she didn’t have to work.

She wanted to wallow in her misery as she lay on her bed. Was that too much to ask for?

“Elizabeth?” questioned a voice, making her head jerk up in surprise.

Swallowing the scream that nearly come forth, she nodded to the man who had frightened her.


He really shouldn’t be feeling the kind of feelings he felt whenever he was around Elizabeth, but he couldn’t help it. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on, and right now – even though she looked anything but – he wanted nothing more than to be with her.

What the hell, he thought to himself, surprised by his thoughts. Since when had he thought of Elizabeth Webber as anything but a good friend? One of his best friends.

Jason nearly sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets. He was with Sam; he shouldn’t be feeling anything like this for Elizabeth, even if they did have a past.

“Hey,” he managed to get out with a slight smile. “Are you all right?”

He watched her roll her eyes and almost laughed at that look. It was a look that didn’t come often enough for Elizabeth.

Jason had seen her happy, had seen her sad, but when it came to Elizabeth losing her temper? It was a sight to behold, and a sight that made you want to turn on your heel and run for the gallows before she put you there herself.

She might be tiny in stature, but she was a force to be reckoned with. And he knew all too well the temper Elizabeth had.

“Are you kidding me?” snapped Elizabeth as she stuffed the papers into her purse, and from what Jason could see, needed a good cleaning out. “I am so not okay right now Jason!”

Taking the chance, Jason took a step forward. “You want to talk about it?” he asked.

Elizabeth laughed. “Sure, why not? I have all the time in the world too, right?”

Frowning, Jason reached out to take her by the arm and guide her to the bench, but when she pulled away he held his hands up in defense.

“Okay, I get it, no touching!” he said, watching as she began to pace. She was really pissed off.

Throwing her purse across to the bench, not caring if anything broke, Elizabeth continued to pace. “The stupid, little, bastard!” she snapped out, making a sound of frustration.

Jason felt his eyebrow rise slightly. “We’re not talking about me are we?” he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, Jason! We’re not talking about you! We are talking about my stupid soon to be ex-husband that I want to wrap my hands around and squeeze the life out of him at the moment!”

“Who could blame you, after what…” started Jason.

Elizabeth screamed in anger. “I don’t want to talk about what happened!” she screamed. “Everyone in a hundred mile radius knows exactly what happened between me and Lucky. All I have seen each and every day I pass everyone at work is looks of sympathy. And then those “Oh, you poor thing!” or…get this Jason, the “Oh, don’t worry…you and Lucky will work things out…even though he’s dating the Commissioner’s daughter…”! Ugh, I am sick and tired of all the questions, the sympathetic looks, and the “Oh, I know what you’re going through!”! No one knows what I am going through Jason!”

Swallowing, Jason took another chance by taking another step forward. “Obviously, not,” he said, and when she smiled, he leaned forward. “You okay?”

She sniffled and shook her head. “No, I’m not,” she said, the tears falling.

Reaching out, Jason pulled Elizabeth into his arms, wrapping his arms around her. “It’s okay,” he whispered, running a hand through her hair.

“No it’s not, Jason! I thought we were going to work, but it was just another lie!” cried Elizabeth, clinging onto his jacket as the sobs escaped her.

Later she would bang her head against the wall and ask why she had broke in Jason’s arms, but right now she needed him. He was the only one keeping her sane right now.

Jason continued to hold onto her. “Sometimes, things happen Elizabeth. It’s nothing that we can prevent or stop. It just happens, and then we are left with the mess. Sometimes we can clean it up, sometimes it’s left there to linger.”

“Li-like…you and Sam?” she asked, leaning her cheek against his shoulder.

Closing his eyes, Jason leaned his chin on top of her head. He tried not to give into the urge to let her scent in, even as it assaulted his senses. God, she smells so good, he thought. She was different than Sam, small and almost delicate.

Of course, if you knew Elizabeth Webber, she was anything but delicate. But sometimes she was and it broke his heart to see her like this.

“Yeah,” he finally managed to get out. “Like me and Sam.”

Pulling her face away and looking up into his eyes, Elizabeth smiled. “You’re lucky you know,” she said. “You have the woman you love and you both look so happy!”

They were. They were happy, so why was he feeling like this whenever he was around Elizabeth?

Jason felt her move away and he swallowed through the dryness in his throat. “Are you okay?” he asked once again.

Picking up her purse, Elizabeth nodded. “I will be, when this is all over with,” she answered, brushing her hair aside. “Thank you, Jason.”

“For what?”

“For being here.”

“I didn’t really do anything,” Jason said with a shrug.

Elizabeth stepped forward. “Yes, you did, Jason. Whenever I need someone you always manage to be here. Why is that?”

Jason avoided his eyes, not wanting to reveal his feelings. “Luck, I guess.”

“Some luck, huh?” she asked, and then turned away. Elizabeth stopped and turned. “You’re always there for me when I need you. Thank you for that.”

Jason had his back to her, looking out at the water. He closed his eyes as a breeze brushed against him.

“You’re welcome.”


“Patrick, would you hand me that file on Mr. Hoskins?” asked Robin, her eyes on the task in front of her. Not missing a beat, she continued to write in the current file, as her left hand reached out for the file.

And it fell to the floor, most of the papers falling out.

Sighing, Robin dropped the pen and turned to her boyfriend. “What the hell, Patrick!” she snapped, before moving onto her knees and gathering the papers, putting them back into the file.

When Patrick bent and tried to help, she gasped in pain when their heads hit. “Ow,” she cried, her hand going to her head.

Frustration had her glaring at Patrick as she stood. “All right, you’ve been acting like this all morning!” she hissed at him, slamming the file onto the counter. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing!” hissed Patrick as he stood, also glaring at his girlfriend. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but nothing is wrong!”

“Of course there’s something wrong, Patrick. You were fine this morning until I asked you if you wanted children. What, it was just a question? I wasn’t expecting you to get me pregnant!”

As she moved from the nurse’s station, Patrick managed to grab the files he needed as he followed her. “It was more than a question and you know it as well as I do, Robin!”

Robin ignored him, putting one of her files into the pocket that was against the door and moved on down the hallway. “I’m not listening to you,” she said.

“You know, I hate it when you do this!” snapped Patrick.

Stopping in her tracks, Robin turned to him. “Do what, Patrick? Huh?”

Patrick stopped in front of her. “Close up. Like you never felt anything. Like you never felt anything for us.”

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about…” she started but when he held out his hand, Robin stopped.

“You know exactly what I am talking about. Robin, you know the risks that come with getting pregnant. Are you willing to put a child through that pain?”

Tears unexpectedly came to her eyes making Robin look away. “I never said I wanted to have a baby.”

Patrick shook his head. “No you didn’t, but I can see it in your eyes. You want a child, don’t you?”

Robin shook her head trying to turn away, but Patrick’s arm stopped her.

“Answer me, Robin.”


“Just answer me for once! Tell me the truth, damn it!”

“All right!” she finally yelled at him, ignoring the looks of passerby’s. Robin looked up at him and knew he could see the tears, she didn’t care that they fell down her face either. “I entertained the idea of having a baby, but I know it’s not possible for us. I wouldn’t want to risk you or our child.”

Patrick closed his eyes. “Robin,” he started.

Robin pulled away and shook her head. “I have work to do, we both do. I’ll see you later,” she said rubbing a hand across her face as she turned away.

“Robin! Robin!” he yelled, watching as she hurried away from him.

Patrick closed his eyes and shook his head. “Damn,” he growled.


Sam wiped the remaining tears from her eyes as she walked off the elevator and hurried to the door.

She was surprised when the door opened and Jason grabbed the box she was holding. Grateful, she walked in and set her purse on the desk and slipped out of her long coat with a sigh.

“Thanks,” she said, slightly out of breath as she turned to Jason. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

Sitting the box on the stairs, Jason turned and then frowned when he saw the redness on her face. He knew instantly that Sam had been crying.

“Are you all right?” he asked. He seemed to be saying that a lot today. Quite frankly, he was getting tired of saying it.

Sam managed a smile. “Yeah, I’m good. I just had a little trouble getting the box up here, that’s all.”

Jason nodded slowly, knowing there was more to the story, but didn’t want to push her. “Okay, and you could have called Milo. He would have helped you.”

“Jason, Milo is across town, helping Sonny out. I didn’t want him having to come here and help me with just a box,” laughed Sam, running a hand through her disheveled hair and moving to the couch.

Moving with her, Jason sat on the edge of the chair. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

Sighing, Sam turned to him. “Alexis and I had a fight,” she finally blurted out.

He knew something like that was bound to happen. Ever since the shooting, Alexis had tried hard to keep him away from her daughter, but hadn’t succeeded. Sam had been slowly moving back in with him, but hadn’t told Alexis the truth until today. Maybe that had been a mistake.

“About you moving back here?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

Sam rolled her eyes, and Jason had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Another woman he knew that did that same look so very well. If she knew how much her and Elizabeth acted alike, she would have laughed.

“What else were we going to fight about, Jason? Her birthday card?” she snapped as she sat down on the couch and folded her arms.

She was pouting, another thing both her and Elizabeth did so well. Why the hell am I comparing Sam and Liz to each other, he asked himself.

Getting up, he walked over and sat on the edge of the table and took her hands in his. “Talk to me, Sam,” he said gently, squeezing her hands. Letting her know that he was there for her.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sam sat up. “As soon as I walked into the house, she started yelling at me about moving in with you. She said it was a mistake, and that I was selfish.”

Jason shook his head. “You’re not selfish, Sam. You’re doing what you want.”

“Yeah, and I told her that. And then she had the nerve to tell me that I was a victim and then she told me if I came to live with you that I can’t be around Kristina and Molly.”

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Jason shook his head. “What?” he asked. “She can’t do that.”

Sam laughed bitterly. “Well, she did. She said she was protecting her girls from me, and that I can’t be around them. Jason, I promised Kristina I would take her on the boat this weekend. Now she’s going to be so confused as to why I can’t take her!”

He watched as she got up and began pacing behind the couch. Besides the tears, there was something going on with Sam, she didn’t look very good. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t been feeling well for the past two days.

“Maybe this is not such a good idea,” he blurted out without thinking. He almost cringed when she turned to him with confusion in her eyes, and anger.

“Excuse me?” asked Sam, shaking her head. “Please tell me you just did not say that.”

Getting up, Jason walked around to her. When he reached out for her, she backed away and he felt his heart tighten in pain at her reaction. “Sam…” he started.

“No!” she yelled. “First Alexis, now you? Do you know how much she hurt me today? Do you even care?”

“You know I care, Sam!” he yelled out, not liking the way she was accusing him of his feelings.

Sam rubbed her hands over her face and then through her hair. “I can’t believe this. Alexis tells me she doesn’t want me around my sisters, and now you are saying that this, this was a mistake?”

Jason nearly growled. “Sam…” he tried again.

“No, I will not stand here and listen to you say that our relationship was a mistake!” yelled Sam, turning on her heel and walking over to the desk.

She grabbed her coat, keys, and purse and went to open the door.

“Sam, please. I didn’t mean it like that!” yelled Jason, as he stood solid in his place, wanting nothing more than to grab her and make her see reason.

Turning, she glared at him. “Then why did you?” she asked. And when Jason didn’t answer, she let out a cursed sigh. “Just as I thought.”

When she went to walk out, Jason took a step forward. “Sam…”

“Don’t!” she yelled, not turning to him. Sam then slammed the door shut and walked away, angry tears falling down her cheeks once more.


By the time Elizabeth made it back to the docks, it was already passed three in the afternoon.

Sighing, she looked to the spot she had been when she had spoken to Jason. More than anything she wished he would come back, but she knew it was hopeless.

Jason was in love with Sam, not her. And she would never willingly take away somebody that didn’t belong to her, no matter what she felt for the man.

And at that current moment she felt a lot. Whenever she was around Jason she had to control herself, and tried hard not to look into his eyes. Those blue eyes that could capture her and hold her prisoner for hours.

God, Sam was such a lucky woman.

Lucky, God how much she hated that word right now. If she had her way, she could stomp all over the word, and her husband. But, Elizabeth couldn’t do that. Cameron would never forgive her if she did.

Sighing, Elizabeth looked at her watch and knew she had to get to work. Turning she moved toward the stairs, a laugh stopping her in her tracks.

Anger along with a slice of pain rushed through her and she turned to see Lucky walking with Maxie down the stairs and onto the pier.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here,” said Maxie, her voice almost song-like. Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to punch the woman in the mouth.

Lucky put a hand on Maxie’s arm, and Elizabeth had to stop herself from reacting to that one touch. It should have been her, his hands should have been on, not the little slut that he had been dating since they had broken up.

Boy it didn’t take her husband long to move on, did it? Elizabeth shook her head in disgust and went to move away.

“Elizabeth?” asked Lucky, moving forward. “Can we talk?”

It stopped her in her tracks and she turned, not missing the look of anger that crossed Maxie’s face. A sense of satisfaction ran through Elizabeth. Serves you right you street humper, she thought to herself and had to still herself from laughing at her thought.

Had she said that out loud? From the look Maxie gave her, she must have because the woman turned to Lucky.

“I am not going to stand here and let her treat me like this. Lucky do something!” snapped Maxie.

“Right, have my husband set me straight?” asked Elizabeth, making a face. “You are pathetic, Maxie!”

“Why you little…”

The two women moved to go at each other, but Lucky stopped them before Elizabeth could throw the first punch.

“Enough!” he snapped.

Elizabeth glared at him. “She started it,” she snapped out.

Lucky growled. “I don’t care who started it, I said back off!” he yelled. When both women did as they were told, he turned to Maxie. “I’ll meet you at Kelly’s.”

Maxie looked at him in shock. “You’re going to stay here with her?” she yelled in incredulity.

“I have to talk to her,” said Lucky. “I’ll meet you at Kelly’s.”

Sighing, Maxie pulled the strap of her purse up higher and looked at Elizabeth in disgust. “I’ll be there,” she snapped before moving up the stairs.

“I’ll be there,” muttered Elizabeth, mocking the woman who had stolen her husband away from her.

Lucky turned. “Elizabeth!” he said, his eyes wide. “What has gotten into you?”

She nearly laughed. “What’s gotten into me? What’s gotten into you? Maxie? I thought we were going to work through this!”

“You were the one who left me, remember?” snapped Lucky as he took a step forward.

“Yeah, well I didn’t expect to see Maxie in our bed the next day! God, Lucky! I thought you loved me!” she yelled as she began to pace.

Lucky swallowed as he watched her. “I did…I still do,” he said.

Elizabeth laughed. “Well you have a funny way of showing it by being with that…that…girl!” she yelled, not having any names to call Maxie at the current time.

“Elizabeth…will you please stop?” asked Lucky.

“Stop what?”

“Stop pacing like that!”

“What, am I making you dizzy, Lucky?” snapped Elizabeth as she continued to go pace.

Lucky growled once again. “Elizabeth, damn it!” he yelled.

Stopping Elizabeth began hitting him on the chest. “Why?” she screamed. “Why did you do this to me?”

He managed to grab her wrists from hitting him any more. “Why? Because you stopped loving me, that’s why!” he yelled back.

“That’s not true and you know it!” cried Elizabeth as she pulled away from him. “You stopped long before! You thought I was having an affair with Patrick, and you kept pushing me away!”

Lucky closed his eyes. “I know,” he whispered, running his hands over his face. “God, Elizabeth I’m sorry. I was confused. I had just gotten through surgery…and I…I was blaming myself for what happened.”

Shaking her head in confusion, Elizabeth sighed. “You couldn’t have known Manny was going to kidnap me.”

“I couldn’t save you,” said Lucky.

“You tried.”

“And Morgan succeeded.”

Elizabeth stopped, her eyes widening. “Is this what this is all about? About Jason?”

Throwing his hands up, Lucky growled in frustration. “He’s always there, Elizabeth. He’s always there when you need him. You’ve never needed me!”

“That’s not true…” she started.

“It is!” yelled Lucky. “And you know it as well as I do. How…how long have you been feeling like this for him?”

Elizabeth shook her head in denial. “Stop it, Lucky,” she snapped.

Laughing, Lucky shook his head as well. “You don’t even see it do you? You’re in love with Jason Morgan, and you don’t even see it.”

“I said stop it!” screamed Elizabeth, tears falling down her face. “I loved you, damn it. And you threw it all away for her!”

Lucky stopped. It took him a moment before he could nod. “I’ll admit to my failures as your husband, but I wasn’t the only one who was unfaithful. Believe it or not, dreams and thoughts…you hurt me Elizabeth. You made me feel like I couldn’t be the husband you wanted me to be.”

A sob escaped her. “I never wanted you to be anybody but yourself, Lucky! God, why are you doing this?” she cried.

“Why are you doing this?” yelled Lucky, tears also sliding down his face. “Why are you lying to yourself about your feelings for Jason?”


“Because, why?”

“Because he’s with Sam!” yelled Elizabeth, finally admitting her feelings. She sank to the bench and put her face in her hands. “Because there was always someone else.”

Lucky closed his eyes, shoving his hands into his pocket. “You were afraid to give into your feelings for him,” he answered for her.

Elizabeth looked up. “I loved you, Lucky,” she said.

“Yeah…I know,” he said with a slight smile, a smile full of pain and hurt. “We just didn’t love each other enough to stick together.”

“Lucky…” she started.

“No,” he held up his hand, walking back toward the stairs. “It’s my turn to walk away now.”

Elizabeth swallowed as she stood. “Wait…”

“Goodbye, Elizabeth.”

As she watched him walk away, more tears came to her eyes. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around herself as sobs escaped her again.

She was alone now.


Her shoulders were slumped as she walked into the locker room. Her hair was in a disarray from the surgery that, in the end, didn’t go as planned.

Emily closed and reopened her eyes as she moved to the other side of the lockers and toward hers. A sniffle made her stop mid-way, and she turned.

“Robin?” she asked, immediately moving over to the couch where her friend sat. Sitting down on the chair, Emily grabbed a tissue and handed it to her friend, taking her other hand in hers.

Robin shook her head as she used the napkin to wipe her face and blow her nose. “Thanks,” she said with a sniffle.

Emily offered her a slight smile. “You okay?” she asked.

“God, why does everyone keep asking me that?” snapped Robin as she sat up. “No, I’m not okay!”

Nodding, Emily sat back. “Me either,” she mumbled.

Looking up, Robin sniffled again. “How’d the surgery go?” she asked.

“Bad. Ms. Gonzales didn’t make it,” answered Emily, closing her eyes in pain as she recalled the way her mother worked desperately to keep the ailing woman alive. It hadn’t worked and by the time the surgery was done, the woman was dead.

Robin shook her head. “I’m sorry, Emily,” she said squeezing her friend’s hand.

“Ugh, don’t say that! I’ve had everyone saying that to me today. “Are you okay?” or “I’m sorry about your loss.” It wasn’t my loss! They didn’t have to tell her husband that his wife was dead,” she snapped.

“I guess that didn’t go over well,” muttered Robin as she held onto the pillow that was against her stomach.

Emily rolled her eyes. “No, it didn’t,” she answered and then sighed as she leaned back in the chair. “I’m so tired!”

Robin looked up. “Maybe you should take the rest of the day off. Go home and relax.”

“At the Quartermaines? Please!”

“What about Nikolas?”

“He’s in Greece with Spencer, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to that place by myself,” snapped Emily as she got up and walked to her locker.

Opening it she began pulling out her clothes and setting them on the bench. “I honestly don’t want to go home right now,” she answered truthfully.

Robin bit her lip as she thought of a way they could spend time together, without having to go home. She didn’t want to see Patrick at the moment.

They could go to Kelly’s, but right now she didn’t even want to think about food. Then, there was the Metro-Court, but the thought of running into Carly didn’t sound to appealing. It was too cold for the park.

A smile instantly came to her face as she thought about the one place they hadn’t been too in nearly a month.

“Em?” she asked as she stood.


“What’s the one place we can go and forget about our troubles?” asked Robin.

Shutting her locker, Emily frowned as she thought about it. The smile on Robin’s face became too much for her, as she began to smile herself.

“Jake’s!” they both shouted together.

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