Summary: Dr. Rachel Adaire came to Port Charles for one reason: Revenge. A shocking twist reveals the family she never knew, and throws not just her plan, but also her whole world into a tailspin. Rachel-centric, but heavy with Courtney, Jason, and Carson.

Author's Note: Okay, I admit it, I love the character of Rachel, I think she has a lot of potential, and I'm going to try to redeem her character in this series. Of course, it won't be easy, but I think it can be done. I wasn't able to find much of a profile on this character, so I will be taking several huge liberties with the character. Also, the language is a little more coarse than I usually use, but I think Rachel's the kind of girl to have a potty mouth, lol. I know there aren't a lot of Rachel fans out there just yet, but please just give this a shot! As always, feedback is always appreciated.

This series starts the day Rachel was shot at the Metro-Court and then goes from there. Dialogue used from that episode are courtesy of TV Megasite.


The Tangled Webs We Weave… -- Prologue

The envelope had arrived by messenger exactly thirty-four minutes ago, but it was still sealed. She knew what it contained; her lawyer had called her and told her to be expecting it. She hadn't expected it so soon. She assumed it would have taken much longer than it had.

Thirty-five minutes now, and still, it sat on the desk in front of her unopened. Sure she had picked it up countless times, well, six times, and slid one perfectly manicured nail just underneath the flap, but still hadn't found the courage to open it.

Thirty-seven minutes. She sighed and thought of all the numbers. Thirty-eight minutes now since the envelope arrived. Four months since she had met with her the private investigator. Sixteen years since she found out.

Twenty-six years, two months, and twenty-one days since her mother decided she didn't want her.

Sighing, Rachel Adaire picked up the envelope once more and began pacing the length of the living room. She was the one that wanted to do this; she was the one who hired the PI to track down her family.

She didn't have time for this, she thought to herself as she paused to look out the window. She was a busy girl at the moment. She was right in the middle of her plan with AJ, she was just starting to make a name for herself at General Hospital; it was only a matter of time before Steven was taken care of.

She was on the verge of falling in love.

Now there was this. Sure, Rachel wanted to know who her real parents were. She had wanted to know ever since her tenth birthday when he drunken father had made her aware that she wasn't really his daughter. Her mother had tried to cover for her, but it was too late, the damage was done and she changed a little bit that day. She changed a lot the day her father died. The day her mother died, quite five months after her father, she had no idea who she even was anymore, she certainly wasn't someone she recognized, and she didn't even know her real last name. That was when she decided to see what she could find out.

But a few days after meeting with the private investigator, she had met AJ and was sucked into his game, and now, clearly, she didn't have the time for this. Not one bit.

It was pretty funny, Rachel realized with a short laugh. She could frame a completely innocent woman for murder but she couldn't open a stupid envelope.

"Oh this is just ridiculous," she said finally. Taking a deep breath she ripped open the envelope and lifted the cover of a manila folder.

"Son of a bitch," she muttered, staring at the single piece of paper. If what she saw was true, things were suddenly going to get a lot more interesting.

"It can't be true," she decided, her mind still racing a million miles a minute. She would go the hospital and look at the birth records and a DNA sample. This would all be cleared up in a matter of minutes and then she would let that stupid investigator have a piece of her mind. This was all a mistake, she thought as she grabbed her purse and headed out door.

"One fucking cosmic joke on me," she whispered, slamming the door behind her.

No way in hell was her mother Janine Matthews.


Rachel held her head in her hands as she rubbed her temples and looked at her watch again. This wasn't going as simply as she'd have liked. Courtney's blood type hadn't been on record at the hospital so she wasn't able to run a DNA test like she had planned. Again, the irony that Rachel knew everything else about Courtney didn't go unnoticed. So instead, she had contacted the hospital Janine had supposedly given birth to her in, and was waiting for a doctor there to fax her the paperwork.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Rachel jumped and craned her head to look behind her. "I hate when you do that!" she said lightly, swatting at the doctor standing there. She plastered a fake smile on her face.

Steven chuckled. "I know, I couldn't resist though, you always set yourself up for it." He sat down next to her. "You looked a million miles away, what's going on."

She tilted her head as she looked at him, remembering how supportive he had been the first time she had told him she was adopted. He had offered to help her look for her parents but she hadn't been ready at the time. She finally decided to tell him a partial truth; she had enough lies going on at the moment as it was.

"I might have found out who my real mother is," she said, glancing at her watch again. "Or at least, I'm definitely on the right track."

Steven's smile brightened. "Rach, that's great!" he said. "I'm so happy you finally decided to follow up on that. Do you know where she lives?"

"Somewhere on the East Coast," she answered vaguely. The fax machine started beeping, causing her to jump again. "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for this," she said, picking up the paper as it was spit out. "It's for one of my patients."

"Sure, I need to make some rounds as it is." Steven offered her another grin. "Let me know what happens, and if you need anything, just let me know." He touched her arm, and Rachel tried to ignore the shivers it sent down her spine. "I know we've been through a lot Rach, but I still care about you, I'll be here if you ever need me."

"Thanks," she said softly, offering him another smile, a real one this time. She slid the document into her folder and left the nurses' station. As she walked away she had to remind herself that she nearly ruined her career for that man. And that she had a new prospect, an Australian one at that, in her sights.

Once she was alone in her office she finally read the fax.

"God damn," she whispered. There was no question about it now; fate was playing the mother of all pranks on her.

If this was all true, she was in for more trouble than she ever imagined possible.


As the elevator climbed upwards to the Metro-Court, Rachel realized she was shaking. A few phone calls had confirmed her worst suspicions and now everything she had done not to mention a possible future with her family was thrown into jeopardy and there wasn't much she could do about it. Finally, the doors opened and she scanned restaurant, looking for them.

Sure enough, just as Jax had said, he and Courtney were seated near the bar. She paused to look at them for a moment. How could she do this? How could she tell Courtney what she had just found out? How could she make up for the horrible things she had already set into motion?

And more importantly, did she want to?

She bit her lip, thinking back to that fax. The one that had stated oh so clearly, in black and white, that her mother was indeed Janine Matthews.

It also stated that her father was one Michael Corbin, formerly Corinthos.

And then there was the most shocking piece of information of all. The one that read that on the day of July 28, 1978, Janine Matthews had given birth to fraternal twin daughters.

"Rachel!" She was snapped out of her thoughts as Jax called to her, waving at her. Taking a deep breath, and putting what she hoped was a calm look on her face, she walked over to them, passing a table of very well dressed men on her way.

"Hi," she said brightly, taking note of the sour expression on Courtney's face. "I'm sorry to interrupt, the concierge said something about a private party?"

"Please, join us," Jax said, rising to pull a chair out for her. "I was just telling Courtney about our time at Kelly's."

Rachel looked down at her hands. "Jax was very sweet to me that day, as I was having a bad one," she said, looking up at Courtney. "You're very lucky to have him."

"Yes, I am," Courtney answered tightly.

"Oh, you had a bad moment," Jax said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"No, he very perceptively realized that I was upset about an old love. And I didn't go into specifics then, but I know now -- I realize that I have to come clean. I have to tell you the truth." The whole truth, she thought to herself bitterly, realizing it definitely wasn't going to be an easy feat. She took a deep breath before continuing on.

"I've had a lot of problems in the past, and I've learned from a lot of my mistakes, and when something major happens, that can turn your whole life around, you start to evaluate things again and try to make up for those mistakes."

"That's great and all, really," Courtney said, setting her water glass down. "But you can forget the excuses and the it happened in the past speeches, and you can't undo the damage you have done. It's impossible, Rachel. You're—"

Your twin sister, she thought sadly. "I'm not out to get you Courtney, not this time. I promise you that. It's actually quite the opposite." She couldn't believe she actually about to tell Courtney the truth.

"Forgive me if I don't believe you," Courtney said bitterly. "But let's hear it Rachel, what do you have to say this time?"

As Rachel opened her mouth she saw the elevator doors slide open and two men walked out into the restaurant. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she saw them raise what looked like—no, they didn't have guns, did they?"

"Get down!" she heard Jax yell as he pushed his chair back and pushed both blondes to the floor as bullets started flying around the room. She felt a searing pain in her abdomen but rationalized it was merely a flesh wound and she would be fine a few stitches later.

She had to be fine, she thought, as bullets bounced off the walls and shattered glasses against the bar. She still had to tell Courtney what she had just found out.

The room began to dim and she assumed that someone had shot out the lights. Her last thought before she slipped into unconsciousness was that she wondered if Courtney was okay.