A Quartermaine Heart sequel. After her mother, Tracy's death, Aidan Quartermaine learns about a period of time which the Quartermaines were betrayed by a person they considered one of their own and things about her mothers' relationship that she was never supposed to know. I don't own anything GH. Includes slash and violence.

--Prologue---

Alice rolled over and nuzzled Tracy's neck in the middle of the night. She started to kiss her wife's neck and then felt how cold Tracy was.

"Tracy?" Alice shook the body next to her. She felt for a pulse, and when no pulse was felt, Alice reached for the phone and called 9-1-1. Deep down she knew her wife was gone but had to tried.

Monica and Alan were called next and from six blocks over they rushed, beating the ambulance. Alan took one look at his little sister and knew. Monica glanced at Alice, and debated whether to go through the motions or not. Alice met Monica's eyes and instantly knew.

"No. Oh, God, please, no, not now. Please…." Alice begged.

Alan reached over and covered Tracy up. Monica sighed and grasped Alice's hand.

"Allie, she's gone." The knock at the door announced the ambulance and Alan went to let them in.

"Alice, if you want Alan or I can go to the morgue with her," Monica said.

Alice nodded. "I don't know what clothes…."

"You know, you don't have to decide that now. The kids will probably help you," Monica said gently.

"Oh, God, the kids. I need to call them." Alice looked ill.

"Alice, it's three-thirty in the morning. It can wait for a couple more hours," Monica said. Alan and the paramedics lingered in the doorway.

"She always looked good in red. I prefer blue with her eyes, you know, but she always went for the red. I used to tease her that's why she married me…." Alice trailed off.

Monica held Alice. "She did love you. 32 years together and she always said next to her kids, you were the best thing that ever happen to her."

"Allie, if you want to say good-bye, you can," Alan motioned to the paramedics.

"I love you, Tiger. I always will." Alice kissed her wife's lips. The paramedics took the body.

Alan and Monica sat next to Alice. "What do we do now?" Monica asked.

"Right now, I just want to be alone. I'll call the kids in the morning."

"Know that we're just a call away."

Alice nodded. When Alan and Monica left, she crawled back into bed and laid awake, missing the warm body next to her. Alice cuddled with Tracy's pillow, half pretending she was on a business trip. Too soon she felt Monica's hand on her shoulder.

"Hey." Her sister-in-law smiled sadly.

"What time is it?"

"About seven. Here, I made you some coffee." Monica handed her the mug. Alice sighed.

"I suppose I need to start to call people," Alice said.

"If you want I could call the kids."

"I need to. Tracy would want me to. But could you or Alan go to Dillon and Georgie's?" Alice sighed, grabbing the cell phone and punching in the speed dial for her eldest stepson.

"Of course. " Monica dialed Alan and dispatched him to Dillon's.

--Somewhere in L.A.—

"Edward Lawrence, this is your mother." Ned's phone rang.

"No, not now." Lois muttered, burying her head under her pillow.

"She probably forgot the time difference again." Ned rolled over and ignored his phone.

Lois's phone started to rang. "It's Alice. Something is going on. Hello, Alice? Yeah, he's right here." Lois looked at Ned oddly.

"Alice, what's wrong? Oh….when? But she just called me…oh your phone died." Ned paused. "Do the kids know?"

"I'll call them after you. Alan went to tell Dillon. I just wanted to let you know we'll probably start planning the funeral in next couple days. I'll call Brook too."

"I'll call you when we know our flight. Alice, I'm sorry for your loss. I know how much you two loved each other."

"Yeah, we did." Alice whispered after Ned hung up.

--Fade In Studios, Port Charles--

Alan stood in front of the Lofts that house his nephew's production company. The Quartermaines, sick of the mob violence, bought up all the dock property and turned it into high price lofts. Tracy gave one to Dillon and Georgie as a wedding gift. Now Alan knocked at the door.

"Hey, Alan. I was just on my way to the lab. What's going on?" Georgie asked.

"Tracy passed away last night. I need to tell Dillon."

"Oh, Alan. I'm so sorry. I would stay but Dad's got this big case and I still need to run some blood work. Dillon's in his studio and Kenzie's asleep." Georgie was a lab tech from the Port Charles PD. Mackenzie Leah was their four-year-old.

"Thanks."

Dillon sat at his editing bay and after hearing the knock at door, smiled and motioned for Alan to coming in.

"Hey, Alan. What's going on?"

"Dillon." Alan took a deep breath.

"It's Mom, isn't it? "

"Alice woke up last night and she was gone. We're gathering in a couple hours at the house."

"I need a sitter for Kenzie. Maybe Maxie or Spinelli…." Dillon trailed off.

"I'm sorry."

"How's Alice? I can't believe she's gone."

"Alice's pretty devastated. She's calling the kids."

Dillon winced as he thought about his little brother and sister. Only in their early thirties and they lost their mother.

"What is Allie going to do?"

"I don't know. Right now, she's probably not thinking about anything except for the next hour."

--Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota--

Brook Lyn Ashton-Donnelly bended over the photograph of the flesh eating bacteria infected skin. She paused over her colored pencils , trying to figure the right color when the phone rang.

"Brook?" Her step-grandmother, Alice sounded strange.

"Hey Alice. Is something wrong?"

"Boroughs, your grandmother passed away in her sleep last night. I need you to come home."

"How?"

Alice sighed. "We don't know, but probably a heart attack. We've been running around, trying to sell the vacation house, and it was too much for her. She was 87. "

"Wow. I guess I always thought she would live forever, you know?"

"I know. She loved you, you know that, right?"

Brook Lyn nodded. "I will tell C.S. and we'll be on the first flight out."

---Columbia University, New York City, New York—

Aidan gulped the last of her coffee and was just out the door to her graduate class of economics when the phone rang.

"Mere? Could I call you back? My class starts in an half-hour."

"Aidan, cub, I need to tell you something. You might want to sit down."

"What is it?" Aidan smirked, "Am I finally going to get that little sister I always wanted?"

"Your mother passed away last night in her sleep. Auntie Monica's with me now and we're making arrangements…." Alice heard her daughter sobbed. "Sweetie, I need you to come home for a couple days."

"Of course. Was she in any pain?"

Alice sighed. "Last night was a good night. We went to dinner and then a movie.. We came home and went to bed…" Alice smiled. "She just didn't wake up."

"I just can't believe…are you all right?" Aidan asked.

"I'm…" Aidan heard her mother sighed, " dealing. I still need to call your brother. "

"I'll call you when I know my travel plans. I love you Mere."

"I love you, too."

---Hancock School, Washington, D.C.----

Morgan sighed as the last kids rushed out of his seventh grade math class. He couldn't believe it was only Wednesday. His phone rang and he smiled.

"Hey, how's one of my favorite mothers?"

"Morgan, baby boy, your mother passed away last night." Alice heard silence on the other end of the phone. "Morgan?"

"Mama's dead?"

"Last night, in her sleep. We're having the funeral in a couple days. Can you and Grace come in?"

"Of course. I'll get a sub and Grace will come. How are you?" Morgan asked softly.

"I'm not sure. " Alice sounded tired, "I'm just living in half-hour increments right now."

"I assume the masses will be gathering."

"Everyone except Sam."

Morgan looked surprised. "Are they off again? Aidan didn't mention anything to me."

"I never know with those two. I need to go to the funeral home with Monica and Alan in a couple hours, so I need to at least shower and dress."

"I love you, Mere."

"I love you, too." Alice hung the phone and let the silence overwhelmed her again.