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earwigficmirrorTitle: Caught in the Act
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empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 22 - All Grown Up
Disclaimer: Robin doesn't belong to me, but Matt Drake and Lucy Donely do.
Author's Note: This is Lucy's introduction, and she is the daughter of Lulu Spencer and Bobby Donely.
The house was quiet when Robin unlocked the front door and walked inside.
Humming softly to herself, she slipped out of her shoes and coat. She sorted idly through the mail she’d picked up on her way in, giving a small wistful sigh at the sight of even more college catalogues for Matt.
She knew he was growing up, but she didn’t like the reminders
She padded barefoot up the stairs to change, mail still in hand. She pushed open the door to Matt’s room, intending to simply drop it off on his dresser, when she was confronted with the sight of her half dressed son making out with an equally half dressed girl.
Robin blinked.
With more control than she felt, she said politely, “I’m sorry for interrupting.”
Two heads, one light, the other dark, whipped towards her. Robin caught a glimpse of long blonde hair before the girl ducked behind Matt for cover. “Hi Lucy.”
“Hi Mrs. Drake,” was the muffled response.
“Mom,” Matt hissed, staying where he was but grabbing for his discarded t-shirt. “Would you mind?”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Actually? Yes. But I’ll give you two a few minutes to pull yourselves together, and then you will meet me downstairs.” She looked at him expectantly. “Is that understood?”
Matt nodded fervently, aware of the anger that bubbled beneath his mother’s too calm exterior. “Yes ma’am.”
“Good. Five minutes, Matthew.” Robin stepped back out into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind her. She slumped back against it for a moment, head buried in her hands. With a sigh, she collected herself and headed down the stairs, trying to decide what the right words for this occasion would be.
*
Inside Matt’s bedroom, he and Lucy were scrambling to put their clothes back on.
As Lucy buttoned up her blouse, she glared at Matt. “I thought you said your parents wouldn’t be home for hours.”
“They weren’t supposed to be,” Matt protested. “You think I wanted my mother to walk in on us?”
Lucy huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know, maybe.”
He shot her an incredulous stare. “Why would I want to get caught? I’m basically going to be grounded forever now.”
Doubt crept onto Lucy’s face, but she held her ground. “Maybe, because I wouldn’t let you tell anyone about us? Maybe this was your way of making sure everyone knew.”
Matt threw up his hands in exasperation. “You’re mental, you know that?”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Matthew Drake!” she fired back. “Not if you ever want to do what we were just doing again!”
“That’s an idle threat,” he scoffed. “You’re the one that can’t keep your hands off me, remember?”
“Want to watch me?” Lucy sneered.
He nodded. “Yeah, I would, actually. You won’t last a week.”
“We’ll see about that!” she declared, stomping past him and down the hall.
Matt trailed along after her, trying to resist the impulse to reach out and strangle her with his bare hands.
He shook his head in disgust. No way was one girl worth all this.
*
The two angry teenagers found Robin waiting for them in the living room.
She gestured towards the couch. “Sit down.”
Matt flopped down on one end, and Lucy seated herself primly at the other.
Silence filled the room.
Finally, Robin spoke. “Does one of you want to tell me what I walked in on?”
“I would have thought that would have been obvious,” Matt muttered darkly under his breath. “I mean, I’ve caught you and dad doing the same thing like a million times.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed. “Matthew,” she said warningly. “Do you really want to make this worse for yourself?”
“This can get worse?” he groused, slumping further down into the couch.
Robin nodded tightly. “You bet it can.”
Lucy spoke up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Drake. It won’t happen again.” She glared at Matt. “Believe me on that.”
Robin turned towards Lucy. “How long has this,” she waved her hand between the two teens, “been going on?”
Lucy gulped. “A few weeks?” she said hesitantly.
This time Robin’s eyes narrowed at her. “A few weeks?” she spluttered. “Were you ever going to get around to telling your parents or were you just going to sneak around forever?”
Matt straightened. “That was my fault, Mom.”
Lucy whipped her head towards Matt, staring at him in shock.
He looked back at her levelly. Seeing that she wasn’t going to contradict him, he turned back towards Robin.
“I just thought it would be better if we figured out if it was serious before we told everyone,” he explained.
Robin raised an eyebrow. “What I saw upstairs looked pretty serious,” she said.
Matt nodded. “I know, and I’m sorry, we should have told you.”
“You’re right, you should have,” Robin agreed. She looked back and forth between them. “So is it? Serious, I mean.”
Matt snuck a look at Lucy out of the corner of his eyes. He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, Lucy was doing it for him.
“It is,” she said, sliding down the couch and taking Matt’s hand, twining their fingers together.
Matt stared at her in shock.
The expression on her face was complete sincerity.
Matt smiled and squeezed her hand. He turned back to his mother. “We should have told you, we’re sorry.”
“You said that already,” Robin sighed. But not that you have, you know what the rules are Matthew. No being alone together in the house, an adult must be present, etcetera.” She looked over at Lucy. “So can I trust you to tell your parents about this? Because I assure you it’ll sound much better coming from you.”
Lucy nodded furiously. “Absolutely.”
Robin smiled. “Good, because if you don’t, I will.” She stood. “I’m going to go order pizza for dinner. Lucy, did you want to stay?”
“Sure,” the girl said with surprise. “Thanks Mrs. Drake.”
“Any time.” Robin walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.
Matt turned to Lucy with a wide smile on his face. “So does this mean that you’re like my girlfriend now?” he drawled, playing idly with her fingers.
Lucy rolled her eyes at him. “Not for long if you keep that up,” she warned. “I can easily go tell your mother that it was a mistake.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Matt scoffed, bringing his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ears.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I wouldn’t?”
Matt shook his head. “Nope.” He leaned in to kiss her, smiling widely as he did.
Lucy met him halfway, smiling despite herself.
She really hated it when he was right.
*
In the kitchen, Robin pulled open the drawer for the takeout menus, rifling through them for the one from Giuseppi’s.
She pulled it out and went to grab the phone to call in the order, but dropped onto a stool at the counter instead, burying her head in her hands.
If she had to be reminded of how grown up Matt was, she mused to herself, she’d have rather had the college catalogues.
With a sigh, she dialed the phone to order dinner.
Matt’s stomach, she was certain, would never grow up.
Author:
empressearwigClaim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 22 - All Grown Up
Disclaimer: Robin doesn't belong to me, but Matt Drake and Lucy Donely do.
Author's Note: This is Lucy's introduction, and she is the daughter of Lulu Spencer and Bobby Donely.
The house was quiet when Robin unlocked the front door and walked inside.
Humming softly to herself, she slipped out of her shoes and coat. She sorted idly through the mail she’d picked up on her way in, giving a small wistful sigh at the sight of even more college catalogues for Matt.
She knew he was growing up, but she didn’t like the reminders
She padded barefoot up the stairs to change, mail still in hand. She pushed open the door to Matt’s room, intending to simply drop it off on his dresser, when she was confronted with the sight of her half dressed son making out with an equally half dressed girl.
Robin blinked.
With more control than she felt, she said politely, “I’m sorry for interrupting.”
Two heads, one light, the other dark, whipped towards her. Robin caught a glimpse of long blonde hair before the girl ducked behind Matt for cover. “Hi Lucy.”
“Hi Mrs. Drake,” was the muffled response.
“Mom,” Matt hissed, staying where he was but grabbing for his discarded t-shirt. “Would you mind?”
Robin raised an eyebrow. “Actually? Yes. But I’ll give you two a few minutes to pull yourselves together, and then you will meet me downstairs.” She looked at him expectantly. “Is that understood?”
Matt nodded fervently, aware of the anger that bubbled beneath his mother’s too calm exterior. “Yes ma’am.”
“Good. Five minutes, Matthew.” Robin stepped back out into the hallway and pulled the door closed behind her. She slumped back against it for a moment, head buried in her hands. With a sigh, she collected herself and headed down the stairs, trying to decide what the right words for this occasion would be.
*
Inside Matt’s bedroom, he and Lucy were scrambling to put their clothes back on.
As Lucy buttoned up her blouse, she glared at Matt. “I thought you said your parents wouldn’t be home for hours.”
“They weren’t supposed to be,” Matt protested. “You think I wanted my mother to walk in on us?”
Lucy huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know, maybe.”
He shot her an incredulous stare. “Why would I want to get caught? I’m basically going to be grounded forever now.”
Doubt crept onto Lucy’s face, but she held her ground. “Maybe, because I wouldn’t let you tell anyone about us? Maybe this was your way of making sure everyone knew.”
Matt threw up his hands in exasperation. “You’re mental, you know that?”
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Matthew Drake!” she fired back. “Not if you ever want to do what we were just doing again!”
“That’s an idle threat,” he scoffed. “You’re the one that can’t keep your hands off me, remember?”
“Want to watch me?” Lucy sneered.
He nodded. “Yeah, I would, actually. You won’t last a week.”
“We’ll see about that!” she declared, stomping past him and down the hall.
Matt trailed along after her, trying to resist the impulse to reach out and strangle her with his bare hands.
He shook his head in disgust. No way was one girl worth all this.
*
The two angry teenagers found Robin waiting for them in the living room.
She gestured towards the couch. “Sit down.”
Matt flopped down on one end, and Lucy seated herself primly at the other.
Silence filled the room.
Finally, Robin spoke. “Does one of you want to tell me what I walked in on?”
“I would have thought that would have been obvious,” Matt muttered darkly under his breath. “I mean, I’ve caught you and dad doing the same thing like a million times.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed. “Matthew,” she said warningly. “Do you really want to make this worse for yourself?”
“This can get worse?” he groused, slumping further down into the couch.
Robin nodded tightly. “You bet it can.”
Lucy spoke up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Drake. It won’t happen again.” She glared at Matt. “Believe me on that.”
Robin turned towards Lucy. “How long has this,” she waved her hand between the two teens, “been going on?”
Lucy gulped. “A few weeks?” she said hesitantly.
This time Robin’s eyes narrowed at her. “A few weeks?” she spluttered. “Were you ever going to get around to telling your parents or were you just going to sneak around forever?”
Matt straightened. “That was my fault, Mom.”
Lucy whipped her head towards Matt, staring at him in shock.
He looked back at her levelly. Seeing that she wasn’t going to contradict him, he turned back towards Robin.
“I just thought it would be better if we figured out if it was serious before we told everyone,” he explained.
Robin raised an eyebrow. “What I saw upstairs looked pretty serious,” she said.
Matt nodded. “I know, and I’m sorry, we should have told you.”
“You’re right, you should have,” Robin agreed. She looked back and forth between them. “So is it? Serious, I mean.”
Matt snuck a look at Lucy out of the corner of his eyes. He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, Lucy was doing it for him.
“It is,” she said, sliding down the couch and taking Matt’s hand, twining their fingers together.
Matt stared at her in shock.
The expression on her face was complete sincerity.
Matt smiled and squeezed her hand. He turned back to his mother. “We should have told you, we’re sorry.”
“You said that already,” Robin sighed. But not that you have, you know what the rules are Matthew. No being alone together in the house, an adult must be present, etcetera.” She looked over at Lucy. “So can I trust you to tell your parents about this? Because I assure you it’ll sound much better coming from you.”
Lucy nodded furiously. “Absolutely.”
Robin smiled. “Good, because if you don’t, I will.” She stood. “I’m going to go order pizza for dinner. Lucy, did you want to stay?”
“Sure,” the girl said with surprise. “Thanks Mrs. Drake.”
“Any time.” Robin walked out of the living room and into the kitchen.
Matt turned to Lucy with a wide smile on his face. “So does this mean that you’re like my girlfriend now?” he drawled, playing idly with her fingers.
Lucy rolled her eyes at him. “Not for long if you keep that up,” she warned. “I can easily go tell your mother that it was a mistake.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” Matt scoffed, bringing his hand up to tuck her hair behind her ears.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I wouldn’t?”
Matt shook his head. “Nope.” He leaned in to kiss her, smiling widely as he did.
Lucy met him halfway, smiling despite herself.
She really hated it when he was right.
*
In the kitchen, Robin pulled open the drawer for the takeout menus, rifling through them for the one from Giuseppi’s.
She pulled it out and went to grab the phone to call in the order, but dropped onto a stool at the counter instead, burying her head in her hands.
If she had to be reminded of how grown up Matt was, she mused to herself, she’d have rather had the college catalogues.
With a sigh, she dialed the phone to order dinner.
Matt’s stomach, she was certain, would never grow up.
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Date: 2008-12-13 06:41 pm (UTC)Hee.
Matt is so like Patrick, it's so cute! I mean, right down to the tucking of the hair behind the ear!
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Date: 2008-12-19 01:46 pm (UTC)You can't help but pick up on your parents mannerisms, right?