Chapter 3

Patrick spent a sleepless night tossing and turning on the sofa. All he could think about was Sabrina and the look of utter devastation on her face as she'd bolted from the church the day before, playing Runaway Bride on her wedding day to a man who was actually very decent. No, who was just good and actually deserved a true treasure like her.

He looked at the clock on the mantle. It was just turning seven. He was still so worried about Sabrina. He wanted to call Nathan and see what he had found out about Sabrina's whereabouts, if anything.

He climbed off the sofa, fighting intense lethargy, and moved to the phone. He was about to pick it up but it rang first. He immediately grabbed for it. "Sabrina?" He asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not, Dr. Drake," a young, familiar voice said. "It's Spencer Cassadine. May I speak with your darling daughter, Emma?"

Patrick sighed. "Spencer, she's still asleep. Shouldn't you be in bed yourself?"

"In Europe, people have been up for hours."


"So can I speak with Emma?" Spencer asked hopefully. "I know she's asleep but I assure you this is a matter of the utmost importance. It affects everyone so please wake her up."

"Spencer, now is not the best of times. I'll tell her you called." He started to hang up, ignoring Spencer's shouting at him. But then the door to Emma's bedroom opened and she tip-toed out, looking far too miserable for someone so young and sweet.

He groaned and put the phone back to his ear. "Spencer, she just woke up. I'll put her on." Patrick hoped that hearing from a friend might at least temporarily chase away Emma's melancholy.

He held out the phone to Emma. "Em, its Spencer."

Emma offered a little smile and moved to the phone. "Spencer?" She said. "I missed you too. Wait, you're home already?" She looked at Patrick. "What did you say? Really? Sabrina - she's really at your house right now?" She bounced on the balls of her feet. "Don't let her leave, Spencer. Please don't."

Patrick's heart started to hammer. Emma was smiling now and the sight was delightful. Was Spencer really telling the truth? But why would Sabrina go to Wyndmere of all places? He was about to ask for some kind of confirmation when Emma smacked down the phone and grinned.

"Is it true?" Patrick asked, his voice coming out sounding hoarse even to his own ears. "Is Sabrina really at Wyndmere?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Emma cried happily. "Spencer swore on his collection of expensive, old books!"

"I need to get to her. It's just-"

"Take me next door to Mrs. Abernathy's," Emma suggested. "I know she won't mind having me for a little while."

"You don't want to come?"

"I do, I know that you and Sabrina need adult, alone time."

Patrick smiled and rushed over to her, pulling her up into his arms, hugging her tightly. "I love you, Emma."

"Go get her back, Daddy. Get Sabrina back for us. Please."

"I promise I will do my very best to bring Sabrina back to us where she belongs." He kissed Emma's soft cheek. He hoped that he could bring Sabrina back with him. That's all Emma wanted; that's all he wanted too.


The scuttling of little feet was what brought Sabrina out of a dream-filled slumber. In her dreams, she had been playing at the park with Patrick and Emma, and a beautiful dark-headed little boy. He had never said so much as a word but she knew who he was. Her Gabriel. He had Patrick's smile and her eyes and nose. The resemblance had been impossible to ignore.

Sabrina had never wanted to wake up but it was inevitable. She blinked rapidly to clear the blurriness and sticky residue of destroyed mascara from her eyes. She rolled over in the huge four poster bed and was surprised to see Spencer Cassadine pacing there, hands linked behind his back.

"Spencer?" Sabrina asked. "What – what are you doing here?"

"Well I live here," Spencer said as if it should be obvious.

Sabrina hugged the thick, downy covers around here. "But Britt told me that you and your daddy went overseas."

"We did," Spencer said, "but the moment we stepped off the Cessna, we were hit with intense pangs of longing for our ladies. So we visited Grandmother Laura for about an hour and then headed right back to Port Charles. I have jetlag something terrible."

"I am sorry to hear that," Sabrina said, sort of amused by Spencer's adult-like diatribe. She sighed. "So Nikolas – he's with Britt again?"

"Yes. They are currently sequestered in the west wing somewhere. I expect the engagement will be back on."

"I'm happy for her," Sabrina said sincerely. "All she wanted was for Nikolas to love her back the way she does him. She told me so last night over dinner. I didn't want to eat but-" She broke off. "Wait, why am I telling you this?"

"It's okay. Lots of people confide in me. I have an honest face."

"Um, yes…"

"Sabrina, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Have you ever done something that was not entirely, shall we say, altruistic?"

Sabrina marveled once more at Spencer. He was a little man trapped in a kid's body. "Well, I think we all have," she said. She felt a new pang of guilt as she wondered not for the first time if her reasons for wanting to marry Nathan were less than noble. She loved him but not the way she had loved Patrick from the first moment she saw him. Had she essentially used Nathan, such a wonderful, kind and giving man, in a vain attempt to get over the man she really wanted? Guilty tears burned her eyes at the thought.

"So then you would understand if I did something that I was specifically told not to do?"

"What do you mean?"

Spencer took to pacing again. "Well, you see, my future stepmother told me that you were here and that you didn't want to be bothered by anyone, especially Dr. Drake… She said that I couldn't tell anyone that you were here…"

"Where are you going with this, Spencer?" Sabrina asked.

"Well I got to thinking that Emma might want to know where you are too. She is Dr. Drake's daughter after all. So as soon as Britt and my father hurried away, I did what any man in love would do."

Sabrina's nails bit into her palm and her breath came out sounding shuddery. "What was that?"

"I called Emma," Spencer said. "I knew she would be so grateful to hear you were okay that it would win me some favor with her. She's with Cameron, you know, and I needed an opening."

Sabrina shook her head. "No, Spencer, no."

"I think she told her Dad," Spencer said. "According to my calculations, he should be arriving at the gate at any moment."

"Oh, Spencer, please say you're joking."

"I can't," Spencer said. "But you see what I mean about not having entirely altruistic purposes?"

"I do. Completely," Sabrina murmured. "I need to get out of here. I'm not – I'm not ready to face him right now." She didn't know if her heart could take it.

"Sorry, Nurse Santiago," Spencer said and she believed he was actually sincere. People did things they maybe shouldn't when they were madly in love with someone.

Sabrina nodded. "It's okay. Just tell me, what's the quickest way out of here?"

"You really want to escape?"

"I have to, Spencer. I don't think I can be around Patrick right now and not –" want to kiss him until we're both breathless – "feel upset," she concluded.

"Did he really break up your wedding to Britt's brother?"

Sabrina nodded. "Yes."

"Are you angry at him?"

Sabrina shrugged. "I can't talk about it. I really need to get out of here."

"Well go right down the hall, swing a left at the coat of arms, keep going until you reach a door at the end of the corridor. It leads out to the stables and you can escape through there or hide out, maybe."

"Thanks," Sabrina said.

"Are you very angry?"

Sabrina shook her head as she pushed back the covers. "Not with you."


It started raining the moment Patrick had climbed onto the launch. Heavy droplets of water fell on his head and face, dousing him. The boat rocked wildly. He might never make it to Spoon Island, yet he knew that he couldn't stop. That he wouldn't stop. He was a man crazy in love with a woman that he had stupidly tossed aside. He had to try to make things right; he had to. Nothing would keep him away this time.

The boat rocked violently beneath his feet as water sloshed all about him. He nearly took a header right into the river but managed to steady himself. It seemed to take an inordinately long time to reach the island but by some luck, he did. Alive. Now all he needed was to get to Sabrina so he could breathe again.

He slipped through the front gates of the estate and ran for the huge castle's double doors. He pounded on them relentlessly until they were thrown open. Spencer stood there.

"Spencer, where is she? Where's Sabrina?" Patrick immediately asked.

Spencer looked at his shoes. "I shouldn't have told Emma that she was here."

"But you did and I need to see her. Right now."

"She's not here anymore."


"She ran off when she heard that you were coming."

"No," Patrick practically howled. Did she hate him that much that she couldn't stand to even talk to him now? It wouldn't stop him though. He was selfish and he knew that he was never going to be alright if she wasn't a part of his life. Emma would never be alright again either.

"Which way did she go?"

"Dr. Drake-"

"Spencer, come on," Patrick said impatiently. "I love her. I love Sabrina more than I've ever loved anyone and she has to know that. I need to see her right away. Can't you help me?"

Spencer seemed to think it over for a moment and then sighed. "Far be it for me to derail true love … She went to the stables. Maybe if you hurry, you can catch up to her."

"Okay, point me in that direction. Now. Please!" Patrick said desperately.


Sabrina followed Spencer's directions and ended up in the stables. Horses whinnied all about her as she hurried past them. The whole place was huge and at first she had no idea where she was going. Finally though, she spotted a door clear on the other side of the room. She hurried for it as rain smacked the rooftops.

She had no sooner ripped open the door when she heard a familiar voice calling to her from behind. "Sabrina, wait! Please wait!"

For a moment, she froze in her tracks as footsteps hurried towards her. She could smell Patrick's musky, sexy cologne even over the horses and it made her feel weak in the knees. She sighed and forced herself out the door and into the rain. It was coming down in sheets, splattering her once white dress with mud and grime. She didn't care. She just needed to get away.

"SABRINA!" Patrick screamed over the roar in her ears. "Please, give me a minute to talk. Just a minute."

"NO!" She shouted back. "I can't, I can't," she chanted. She couldn't be hurt again, never like that. She couldn't take it.

She kept moving forward. She figured the launch was just around the bend of this slope. All she had to do was get down the small hill that loomed before her without breaking her neck and then,freedom!

"SABRINA!" Patrick called and she heard his feet sloshing through the mud. He was getting closer and she just needed to get away, to keep him at a distance. If she saw him, if she looked into his eyes and saw even a hint of the love that used to be there, she would be tempted to fall right back into his arms. She would open herself up to a world of new hurt and she didn't want that. She didn't deserve it, did she?

Thoughts of Patrick, Emma, and Gabriel too, pushed her forward and she started down the hill. It was slick and she almost immediately lost her footing, careening thirty feet down to the ground. She tried to stop her fall by throwing out her hands. She felt something snap in her wrist as she slammed hard to the ground.

She cried out in pain. Patrick was instantly beside her then, kneeling at her side. "Where does it hurt?" He asked, searching her eyes. Their gazes locked and held for an intense moment before Sabrina looked away.

"It hurts … everywhere," she whimpered. "Everything hurts and things - they will never be the same." He gently helped her to a sitting position and she hugged her left wrist to her chest where her hand dangled awkwardly.

"We can heal, Sabrina, we can," Patrick whispered, eyes murky. "I swear it." He gingerly reached out, touching her fingers. "Your wrist is broken now but it will heal. I swear you will heal. We can heal together… Now come on, let me get you back inside where it's warm."

Before Sabrina could protest, Patrick was lightly swooping her up into his arms. He began to carry her back to the safety of the estate. It was almost like a scene from some cheesy romance novel, Sabrina mused, as she instinctively dropped her head on Patrick's broad shoulder. The thing was, what if this story didn't have a happy ending? What if Sabrina and Patrick had gone too far to ever come back?