Author's Notes: I just want to let my readers know that this isn't the way I wrote my story, but every time I upload it, the site changes my indentation, tabs, paragraphs, line spacing, fonts, etc. I know it looks really sloppy but this is not the way I wrote it, yet I can't figure out how to get the site to return my stories to their original format, so please bear with me, and excuse me. If you have any idea how I can get the site to keep, and post the stories in the original format with the same indentations, tabs, paragraphs, line spacing, fonts, etc., please tell me. You can email me at: benbrattlover at yahoo dot com.

Summary: When a grown-up Kristina meets, and starts seeing a certain young man, Alexis is forced to make a confession to her daughter, and after years apart, to man that she once loved…and still does.

Setting: Takes place in the year 2020 – Kristina is an 18 year old college student. (Author's note: Even though on the show, Michael is at least 8 years older than Kristina, for purposes of this story, I am lowering their age difference by a couple years in this fanfic. So in this story, Kristina is 18, and Michael is 24.)

Also, assume that even though Kristina (the older, deceased one) died in Sonny's warehouse, that Michael either didn't know about it, or that if he did, he doesn't put two and two together, and thus, does NOT know who the younger Kristina is. Assume that Michael only knows about the events directly related to him. Nothing about Sonny's business, or relationships, or about anything that happened in Port Charles (like about Luis Alcazar, the fake D.I.D. etc.)

Pairing: "Sexis" (Sonny/Alexis)

Characters (not necessarily in any specific order): Kristina Davis, Michael "Mike" Corinthos, Alexis Davis, Sonny Corinthos, Ned Ashton, Skye Quartermaine-Ashton, Nikolas Cassadine, Jason Morgan, Courtney Matthews-Morgan, possibly Carly, and any other various characters that I choose to create, or use.

Disclaimers: Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own any of the characters, except for the ones I may create. The "General Hospital" characters belong to ABC, and the shows producers, writers, and directors. But I've written this story, I own this story, and all the others that I write or have written. Please do not use, copy, post elsewhere, or reproduce it in any way, shape, or form without my permission. Thank you!

Also, please keep in mind that I have only been watching General Hospital for a fairly short period of time - since March/April/May of 2002. I started watching GH around the time just before Carly's "deadly accident" driving over the cliff. So if I get some of the background information wrong, please do not flame me. I'm am trying my best to get all the characters, events, and personalities right, but if I mess up somewhere please understand and hold off on throwing the tomatoes :) ! Thanks!

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Rating: PG – PG-13, but may, or may not be increased to R rating, depending on author's whims:)

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Friday, August 28, 2020

It is a warm and sunny summer evening, as 18 year old Kristina Davis makes her way onto the campus of San Diego State University. She is exhausted, after a long drive, across the country, from her home in Manhattan, New York, and unfortunately, the work has only just begun. She still has to unload all her things from the car, and lug them up to her new room, on the 11th floor of her dorm. Then she has to unpack, and organize all her stuff, set up everything like her computer, TV, DVD player/recorder, stereo, and other appliances, and arrange her room, before she is finally free to have dinner and collapse for the night.

Sighing wearily, Kristina carefully pulls into a short-term, parallel parking space, in front of Chapultepec Hall, her new dorm. Turning off the ignition, she gets out of the car, and plunks a handful of coins into the parking meter, before reaching into the backseat, and pulling out a foldable rolling cart.

"I can't believe that Mom was right! This cart IS going to come in really handy!" Kristina thinks, smiling wryly, as she silently reminds herself to thank her mother for being so adamant, insisting that she take along a rolling cart to transport any heavy items.

Opening up the car trunk, Kristina lifts out her big 20-inch digital color television, and groaning loudly, heaves it down, settling it onto the base of the cart. On top of it she piles her DVD player/recorder, and her satellite TV receiver box, as, in addition to the typical cable TV, and cable Internet connections, all the rooms in the University Residence Halls had been wired for satellite TV, satellite Internet, DSL, and Ethernet, over a decade earlier. As part of a sweeping plan to make the dorms seem less institutional, and more "homey", or like a luxury apartment or hotel, several such changes had been instituted, in an effort to make living in on campus housing more attractive and appealing to the students – and lucrative for the University.

After putting her TiVo machine on top of her satellite TV receiver box, Kristina secures everything on the rolling cart, tying it down with an elastic bungee cord, and attaches a strap to the cart's handle, the other end which she fastens around her wrist. Then she slams the trunk door shut, and grabbing a box of clothes from the backseat, she locks up the car. Carrying the box in her arms and dragging the cart behind her, she walks slowly into the dorm.

"Hi there!" Kristina calls out cheerfully, to the security guard-receptionist, whose engraved gold nametag says, "Hodges". He is sitting at the front desk, in the building's lobby, where she stops to pick up the keys for her room, and for the front door to the building. .

"Good evening!"

Putting down her box, Kristina reaches into her purse and pulls out her student ID, and driver's license, and the housing papers which she received in her orientation packet, and hands it to him. After looking over the papers, and identification, and verifying that she is indeed a current San Diego State University student, and that she is assigned to this dorm, the security guard, checks the room number listed in her papers, and then hands Kristina a keychain with a tag that corresponds to her room number, and a ring that is filled with keys.

"Okay. Each key on the ring is labeled. That way, there's no trouble trying to figure out which key is for what door," explains the guard. "All right. These two keys are for the front door, these two keys are for the back door, and these two are for your room. Good, so far?"

Kristina nods.

"Good. Now then, these keys." The guard says pointing to four more keys, "These keys are for the study lounge, the recreation room, the TV lounge, and the common kitchen, respectively, and finally, this key is for the after-hours computer lab, and this one is for the laundry room. Well, that's about it. At least for now, you're all set!

"Thank you!" Kristina replies, picking up her box, and heading for the elevators, dragging her cart behind her. She pushes the button for the 11th floor, the top story of the building. She gets off the elevator at her stop, and walks down the hall to her room. Fumbling with trying to get the key into the door, while carrying a box in her arms, she finally gives up, and puts the box down on the floor, unlocks the door, picks up her stuff, and lets herself into her room.

Stepping inside, Kristina's mouth drops open in amazement, and she gasps with glee. She had already known that she was one of the lucky few who had been assigned one of the limited single rooms in the building. But she had NOT known that the room she got would be this great – and great it is. It is more like a fancy hotel room than a dorm room. It is light and airy, with a lovely, and spacious balcony that has a beautiful view of the city. Inside the room, there is a big, double bed against one wall. Directly across from it, against the other wall, is an entertainment center stand, with spaces to hold her TV, DVD player/recorder, her satellite (or cable) receiver box, and her stereo, as well as spaces for other entertainment appliances, and slots for storage of CD's and DVD's. Then, on the other side of the room, in a corner, is a computer desk, with a hutch, and file cabinet. In another corner, separated by a partition, is an obvious "kitchen area" with a mini-fridge, freezer and microwave, in addition to a small countertop for preparing food. There is also a spacious walk-in closet in the room, to store her clothes and other belongings. The beautiful private bathroom has a big tub, right under a window – perfect for the long, bubble baths that Kristina loves, as well as a small shower stall. Kristina is delighted at how nice the room she got is. She cannot believe that it's a dorm room! It looks more like a room at the Hilton, or Ritz-Carlton!

Putting her box down, Kristina unpacks the cart, leaving her TV, DVD player/recorder, satellite TV receiver box, and TiVo machine lying there on the floor. Folding up the cart, she leaves the room, locking the door behind her, and gets on the elevator to go down and get more stuff from her car. Unlocking and opening the trunk, Kristina unfolds the rolling cart. She is struggling to lift out her heavy desktop computer monitor, and get it into the cart, when a tall, handsome, red-haired man, with just a smattering of freckles across his face, walks up to her car.

"You look like you could use some help!" comments the man, smiling. "Would you like me to lend a hand?"

"Well…" replies Kristina hesitantly, debating whether to let this man – a complete stranger, help her. "I don't want to be a bother."

"Oh don't worry about that! It's no trouble! I'm happy to help!" he says jovially, extending his hand. "I'm Michael, by the way. But you can call me, 'Mike'!"

"Hi!" Kristina shakes his hand. "I'm Kristina. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too!" Michael effortlessly picks up Kristina's computer monitor, and places it in the cart. Then, without her even asking, he does the same with the computer tower, and the other computer components, and her stereo. He takes the elastic bungee cord, and securing everything down, he hands the dragging strap over to Kristina, and then piling a bunch of boxes on top of a laundry basket filled with clean clothes, he slams the trunk door shut. Kristina locks it, and she and Michael head inside, up to her dorm room and they start talking along the way.

"So, Kristina, are you new to San Diego State University?" asks Michael in the elevator. "Or are you a returning student?"

"No, I'm not a returning student," answers Kristina. "I'm a freshman, so I guess that makes me new to San Diego State. What about you? Are you a senior?"

"No, actually, I'm a grad student." Michael says, putting the boxes down on the floor. "I'm in the second year of med school."

"Med school…Wow!" Kristina echoes. "I don't think I could ever go into medicine. Having to take all that chemistry and physics. Not to mention the dissecting, and then all that blood. So what made you decide to go into medicine?"

"Well, my biological father's parents are both doctors, so I guess it kind of runs in the family," explains Michael. "But I got really interested in medicine during high school when my biological father's sister had a relapse of the breast cancer that she had, had when I was a kid. During the last couple years of her life, we had become really close. She had been fighting the cancer for several years, but eventually it took its toll on her, and she died during the summer before my junior year in high school."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Kristina sympathetically puts her arm around Michael's shoulder. "That's so sad! My mom's sister, who I was named after, died before I was even born."

"I'm sorry!" Just then, the elevator reaches the 11th floor. Picking up the boxes, Michael follows Kristina off the elevator and down the hall to her room, still talking to her.

"Yeah, me too!" admits Kristina, as she unlocks the door. After dragging the cart inside, she helps Michael set the boxes down, and the goes to work unpacking the cart, leaving the items strewn on the floor. "I just wish I could have met her. From what my mom and dad have told me, she was really great. My dad, and my godfather say that she was her own unique person. It's too bad. I really think I would have liked her."

"Yeah. So where are you from, Kristina?" Michael asks, as the two of them leave the room, locking the door behind them and head to the elevator, to go downstairs, to bring up the rest of the stuff from the car.

"New York." Kristina replies, pushing the button for the lobby. "I grew up in Manhattan, but I was born and spent the first few years of my life in a small town in upstate New York."

"What was the name of the town, do you know?"

"Yes, of course," nods Kristina. "I was born in Port Charles, and I lived there for a few years, until I moved to Manhattan with my mom."

"That's amazing!" exclaims Michael excitedly. "What a coincidence! I was born in Port Charles too, and lived there for most of my life! I lived there until I was 10. Then my mom, and my adoptive dad got divorced, and we moved away for a few years. Then in the summer after eighth grade, my mom got back together with my biological dad who was also from Port Charles. So we moved back, and lived there all through high school, until I graduated and came out here to California for college. But, in my junior year of high school, after his sister died, my biological dad went nuts. He started drinking again, and then doing all these bad things. He ended up getting shot to death by police, while trying to rob a bank."

"Oh, my God!" Kristina sighs loudly. "That's awful. How terrible for you!"

"Its ok." Michael shrugs. The elevator stops in the lobby, and get off and head back to the car, continuing to talk. "I was never very close with my biological father. I got along more with my adoptive father. But when I was 10, he and my mom got divorced, then my mom would not let me see him anymore and soon after she told me that he was dead. But then, about three years ago, I found out that my mom had lied – that my adoptive father's alive and well. He had left Port Charles just before my mom and biological dad got married, and after I had graduated high school and moved away, he had come back and is still living in Port Charles."

"That's great! But it's a shame that you lost all that time with your adoptive dad!" Kristina unlocks the trunk and backseat, and while Michael grabs the rest of the boxes from the trunk, Kristina puts the last of the boxes from the backseat into the cart.

"Yeah!" admits Michael, as Kristina shuts the doors and locks up the car. "I've never really forgiven my mom for lying to me all those years, among many other lies that she told. Which is part of the reason I've chosen to live on the opposite side of the country as her. My mom now lives in Atlantic City, and I haven't seen her since I found out about my adoptive dad. I don't really speak to her anymore, either. We're what you might say, 'estranged' from each other."

"I'm sorry!" Kristina puts her arm sympathetically around Michael's shoulder for a minute, as they both walk into the dorm. "Wow! Your life story sounds almost as complicated as mine."

"Really?" exclaims Michael. "You'll have to tell me about it sometime."

"Okay!" Kristina says as she pushes the elevator button for the 11th floor. "So where are you staying? Not in the dorms, I bet."

"No, no! Of course not! I have a two-bedroom apartment on campus. I live at Piedra del Sol Apartments. It's a terrific place to live."

"That's great!" Kristina replies, as the elevator doors open on the 11th floor. They get off and walk down the hall to her room. Kristina unlocks the door, and after dragging the cart inside, helps Michael with the boxes. "Just leave them there on the floor. I'll get them later. I've got to move the car before I run out of time on the parking meter. I only put in enough change for 45 minutes."

"Well, I guess we'd better go then." Michael looks at his watch, as puts the rest of the stuff on the floor. Then he and Kristina leave the room, locking the door behind them, and head for the elevator. "I'd really like to get to know you better. What do you say we go grab a bite, after you move your car?"

"Uh…" Kristina stammers doubtfully, as she and Michael get on the elevator, and Michael pushes the button for the lobby. "Could we take a rain check? I've just driven all the way from Manhattan, so I'm getting really tired, and I still have to unpack and arrange all my stuff. What about tomorrow, instead?"

"It sounds good!" agrees Michael. "How would you like to go out to dinner and a movie tomorrow night? There's a really great Indian restaurant that just opened up, right off campus."

"Yeah, I LOVE Indian food!" Kristina exclaims happily. "I want to get to know you better too. I think we have a lot in common. I'd love to go out with you!"

"Great!" replies Michael, as the elevator doors open and they step into the lobby, heading outside. "So, what do you say I pick you up around 7?"

"That's perfect! I'll be ready and waiting," promises Kristina. "It's a date!"

To Be Continued…