The Homecoming

This story was recently submitted by Luvsjhawks

Mac Scorpio sat impatiently in the uncomfortable airport seat. He had long ago lost count how many times Robin had paced the length of Gate Area 15. An hour ago, she had been sitting beside him--and Mac had felt her pulse racing through her delicate wrist. Finally, she could no longer sit still and had begun to pace. Mac had tried, but he knew there was nothing he could say to her now that would be of any help. Some things just had to be endured. All they knew for now was that Brenda and Jason had survived the crash, and the almost week-long ordeal of surviving until help arrived. Injuries were involved--just how extensive was unknown.

Turning his head at the sound of rapid footsteps, Mac stood when he saw Ned and Jax coming towards him. Ned spoke a few terse words into the cell phone, then snapped it shut.

"Well?" asked Mac.
"The plane just landed," said Jax. "They should be taxiing up any minute."

Mac thanked him and went to stand by Robin, who was staring intently through a section of the airport's glass window wall. He put his arm around her and pulled her to his side in support.

"Just a few more minutes now, Robin."

She looked up at him, and he read the wordless thanks in her eyes. He gave her another gentle squeeze. Robin's gaze returned to the airport tarmac. About three minutes later, the private plane loomed into view, being guided to the gate's retractable walkway. Robin quickly turned away from the window and hurried to the gate, Mac following close behind her.

Robin Scorpio's breathing had been uneven. She was unaware that she'd been holding her breath for long periods--then releasing it with an audible sigh of anxiety and frustration. Why was it taking forever before anyone got off the damn plane?! Ned, Jax and Monica crowded close behind her, also anxious to see the passengers. "Here they come!" she heard Jax say excitedly behind her. And he was right.

Brenda and Jason were walking slowly through the tunnelled walkway. Or rather, Jason limped heavily, favoring his right leg, Brenda beside him with her arm around his waist for support. Brenda had been speaking to Jason when, at the sound of Jax's voice, her head swiveled around and her face broke into a smile as she spotted him. Jason also looked forward--he took in the crowd, but his eyes singled out and locked onto Robin's.

To Robin, it seemed as if everyone had started talking at once. She was glad Uncle Mac was holding onto her; she wasn't sure she wouldn't fall down from pure relief and the joy of prayers answered. She wanted to run to Jason; to throw her arms around him and hold him forever. As he moved closer, Robin didn't feel the tears running down her face. She could only see that he was hurt--but alive. Limping, but alive. Something about the way he held his right arm protectively close to his body seemed a bit off; but thank God, he was alive. Beneath the misleading glow of moderate sunburn, dark bruises marred his chiseled face, as well as the backs of his hands, Robin noticed. But most of all, no matter that he had lost weight, and looked almost dead on his feet; he was alive. Stepping through the doorway into the airport proper, Jason reached out his left hand to Robin, who took it and stood looking up at him. She was vaguely aware that Brenda had moved away and had jumped joyfully into Jax's open arms. Holding his hand was not enough, and Robin let go and enveloped him in an embrace. But she quickly pulled back when she heard his sharply indrawn gasp of pain. Robin had felt the stiffness of the bandage wrapped around his torso. She looked up at him questioningly.

"I'll be all right, Robin," Jason said. "I'm pretty banged up. My ribs are sore, and I hurt my ankle and my shoulder. But I'll be okay--really".

Robin read the truth that was always in those eyes that never lied to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was another gulp of relief. Standing awkwardly with his weight mostly on his uninjured leg, Jason reached out again and wiped away the tears streaming down Robin's face.

"Please don't cry, Robin.....please...."
"Jason....." Robin began.

But there were so many things she wanted to say--needed to say, actually; and she was suddenly at a loss as to how to begin. Around them, a buzz of strident voices finally started getting through their small moment together, and Robin became aware of a typical Quartermaine-type argument growing in intensity. Despite not being at his strongest, Jason made it clear to the group that he was not going to the hospital. To Monica, he briefly explained the medical treatment he had received, and the ER doctor's okay for him to go home to bed rest. With Ned, Jason arranged a meeting that would take place in three days. When Jax walked over to say he was leaving with Brenda, Jason ignored him--but Robin noticed his nod to Brenda--and Brenda's sketch of a smile in return that her that, for whatever reasons, the two of them had reached at least a truce, if not exactly peace. She was sure Jason would tell her about it later. Right now, Jason needed to get home; to see Michael and then get some much-needed rest.

Jason bluntly dismissed the airport attendant who had been standing nearby with a waiting wheelchair.

"Let's get out of here," he said, taking hold of Robin's hand.

Apparently at some unseen signal from Jason, Renaldo vacated his position of holding up the wall by the exit door and approached. He spoke a few words into Jason's ear. Jason nodded, and replied to him in kind. Renaldo about-faced and began to lead the way to the limo. To their retreating backs, Monica bluntly informed Jason she would look in on him later. Jason turned and glared at her a moment, but what he saw in her eyes dissuaded him from wasting energy arguing with her. Outside at the curb, Renaldo held the door for Robin and she scooted over to give Jason room. With Renaldo's help, he seated himself with a low grunt of pain. Renaldo closed the door, and a moment later, the limo eased into the flow of traffic heading out of the airport.

He looks so tired--so absolutely exhausted, Robin thought to herself as she looked more closely as Jason relaxed beside her against the seat. He had closed his eyes, his head resting on the seat back. Almost immediately, he started to drift off, pulled to give in to his body's need for rest by the motion of the car. But sleeping sitting up is not easy, as any traveller knows, when one's unsupported head keeps bobbing.

"Jason......Jason," Robin whispered insistently.
"What!" Jason jerked upright, and his face contorted with pain caused by the sudden movement.
"Shhhhh...it's okay, honey," Robin said. "Here.....why don't you just slide over.....like...this.....and you'll be more comfortable."

Not taking no for an answer, Robin exhibited some of the strength belied by her small frame and helped Jason shift his body until his head and shoulders rested in her lap, and his injured leg rested fully outstretched on the car seat. Jason reached over and lifted his hurt arm and draped it over his waist, wincing as his injured shoulder protested. Robin was quiet while he lay there catching his breath in a near-pant to accommodate his tightly-bound ribs.

"Better?" Robin asked when his breathing slowed to a more normal rhythm.

Jason looked up at her.

"Better," he said in a soft voice, looking at her intently.

Seeing the twinkle in those tired blue eyes, Robin felt herself blushing; knowing he meant the position, but also the view of her face that now held his attention. She was both flattered at the compliment, and perturbed that he wasn't taking advantage of the opportunity to rest.

"Oh, YOU!" Robin said in mock reprimand. "Be quiet, and go to sleep!"

Jason responded with a barely audible "Okay," but his eyes stayed fixed on hers. Robin smiled down at him, stroking his hair, and gently caressing the side of his face. She felt so much love at that moment. She had to blink back the tears of joy that threatened to spill, lest Jason misunderstand. Soon Jason's eyes began to flutter closed.

"Robin, I...." he began.

But Robin again shushed him, gently placing a finger to his lips and shaking her head.

"Later," she whispered.

Jason seemed to be fighting sleep, as if he was storing up Robin's image to carry him through a long draught. But eventually, his eyes closed with sleep and his breathing told Robin that he had indeed surrendered.

Robin let her happy tears fall freely now. She looked at Jason as intently as he had observed her. He was tired and hurt, and no doubt very stressed about a lot of the things that were happening in his life. But this was her Jason. These were the eyes that cried with her--that laughed with her--and were the ones that looked into her soul and helped her understand her value as an individual. This was the face that she had loved forever. These lips were the ones that teased, caressed, sympathized, adored and spoke the truth; spoke of love and need and support when she had needed them the most. This was the body that he shared with her, exchanging mutual ecstasy. Mostly, it was Jason's soul that she valued the most. The soul that fought hard battles, and popular opinion and horrendous adversity. Robin felt that Jason's soul was a precious gift--and one for which her own soul was eternally grateful to have known and loved. Robin knew that there would never really be any such thing as leaving Jason. There had to be a way for their love to stop being about the pain--and start being about what it was from the beginning--the love, need, support and understanding. Robin hoped that it was not too late for her to be able to tell Jason these things; or to see if he had come to think anything close to the same thing while they had been apart.

It seemed to Robin that they were almost instantly in the underground parking garage of Jason's building. Then she realized that she herself had begun to nod off during the trip from the airport. Renaldo was opening the door for her. Robin stepped out amid a throng of clamoring reporters; the bright lights of TV cameras and photographer's flashes creating a raucous glare. A groggy-looking Jason stepped out after her. He reached out and took her hand in his. Renaldo and two of Jason's men formed a protective wedge and moved them through the press towards the bank of elevators. Jason's vice-like grip on her hand told Robin of the effort it was for him to not give away any clues about his medical condition. He stared straight ahead, his lips pressed firmly together as he painfully made his way through the crowd with barely a change in his normal gait. A just as grim-looking Justus was up ahead holding open the door of a waiting elevator. The reporters fell back as they stepped into it; failing to get so much as a "no comment" to their many shouted demands for information and interviews. Once the doors closed, Jason allowed himself to be propped up by Justus and Renaldo. Robin had released his hand and stepped aside to give them room. Jason smiled weakly at her. She was thankful the rest of the journey passed quickly. The penthouse hallway was clear.

"Do you want to sit down and rest before going upstairs, sir," inquired Renaldo as they entered the penthouse.
"No," Jason said firmly. "Just help me get upstairs. Robin, you come too, please".

He needed to get to his bed. With Jason soon seated on the side of his bed, Renaldo retreated. Justus also turned to leave, but not before tapping Robin gently on the shoulder; motioning with his hand that he was only a phone call away, if needed. Robin nodded in understanding, as Justus waved and left. Hearing more footsteps in the hallway, Robin turned and saw Letticia enter, carrying a fussing Michael. Her own face broke into a huge grin to see Jason's eyes light up at the sight of the child. Michael immediately stopped fussing when Letticia handed him to Jason. With limited range of motion in one arm, Jason carefully supported Michael, and held him close in a gentle hug. Robin could see his eyes tear up as he reacquainted himself with the look and feel of Michael. And for a few moments, Jason simply sat slowly rocking with Michael in his arms. Overcome by the poignant moment, Robin turned away to respect his privacy, not wanting to intrude.

"Robin?" Jason was smiling at her. "Would you please give Michael back to Letticia so she can put him down for a nap?

Robin gently took Michael into her arms, walking towards the door.

"And Robin...." Again his voice stopped her. Robin turned to face him. ".......please come back when you're done, okay"?
"Yes," Robin said.

She carried Michael to the nursery, and kept him company until Letticia returned with his bottle. When Letticia was settled in the rocker with a contented Michael making fast work of the bottle's contents, Robin re-traced her steps back down the hall to Jason's bedroom.

She found him still sitting on the side of the bed, or rather, almost falling off of it. Jason was nodding off again, and had begun a dangerous sideways lean, head bobbing. Moving quickly to him, Robin propped him back up, a smile on her face. At her touch, Jason's head jerked up and his eyes flew open. He was way beyond tired, but seeing Robin so close brought a tired, sleepy smile to his face.

"Jason, you should have just laid down. You need to rest," said Robin.
"I know, Robin. And I will...in a minute. I just need....." he broke off and looked deeply into her eyes.
"What...?" Robin asked when he simply continued looking at her quietly.
"You."

Jason reached out with his good arm, and pulled Robin to his chest so that she was standing between his knees. With a contented sigh, he held her tightly and laid his head on her shoulder. His hand circled on her back, warming her and telling her without words how much he needed her. Robin, remembering his tender ribs, opted to put her arms around his neck. She kissed his neck, then his right cheek, then fully and firmly on the lips, before tracing the same pattern on the left side of his face. She pulled back and kissed his forehead. She held his face firmly in both her hands.

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" she asked.
"Yes....yes I do," Jason replied seriously.

He leaned forward and kissed her with surprising energy.

"I'm glad, then. Don''t ever forget! And don't go crashing in any more planes, okay?"
"I'll try not to," Jason said with a slight laugh.
"Well, now that we've got that clear, will you go to bed and sleep?" Robin asked in a mock-demanding voice.
"Sure," Jason replied, eyes gleaming contentedly. "Whatever you say."
"Good," said Robin.

With an economy of effort, Robin helped Jason out his his clothes until he was down to his boxers. She pulled the covers the rest of the way back and waited expectantly for him to get in. Instead, he tried to stand up--not making it on the first attempt.

"What are you doing?" Robin demanded somewhat impatiently.
"I gotta go to the bathroom!" Jason exclaimed, a little exasperation creeping into his voice.
"Oh....." Robin paused a minute as Jason finally struggled upright. "Do you need some help?"

Jason's looked at her, eyebrows narrowed; giving her his best "Oh, please!" look. Robin wisely threw her hands up and backed off, trying to not to grin too hard; well-aware that Jason didn't tolerate much fussing for his own sake--not even from her. And as Jason limped to the suite's bathroom it wasn't before she saw him start to grin in return. When he returned, he lay down and Robin helped him swing his legs up onto the bed. His injured shoulder seemed to be bothering him more, Robin concluded, judging by the pained expression on his face.

"I'm gonna go get something," Robin said, heading for the door.

Jason's half- closed eyes snapped open again and he reached for her.

"Don't leave me, Robin!" he pleaded.

Robin returned to his bedside.

"I'm not, silly," she said stroking his face soothingly. I'm just gonna go get the sling for your arm. I think it'll be more comfortable, okay?"
"Oh, okay," Jason replied.

His eyes fluttered closed again. Robin quickly hurried downstairs, retrieved the sling and returned to his room. By the time Jason's eyes opened, she already had the sling behind his neck and was gently folding his injured arm into it's supporting cradle. His gaze was rapidly losing focus and Robin knew he wouldn't be able to fight sleep much longer. She put a pillow underneath his arm for added support.

"All set," she said.

Jason nodded again without opening his eyes.

"Get in," he whispered, patting the empty bed beside him with his other hand.

Robin was so happy she practically floated across the floor around the bed to the other side. Kicking off her shoes, she crawled under the covers carefully, not wanting to jostle him. She let out a big sigh as she lay on her back beside the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with. She felt his hand engulf hers, as Jason insistently pulled her closer to him. He put his arm under her shoulders and pulled her to his chest.

"Jason...." Robin protested gently. "I don't want to hurt your ribs."

Jason opened his eyes a last time before sleep claimed him.

"You won't, Robin, " he said softly. "Not nearly as much as it hurts when you're not here.'

Robin knew exactly what he meant--that pain had been a constant companion of hers, too. She brushed a kiss across his lips and settled herself against him; the warmth of his hand resting on her back so familiar. She lay there listening to the rhythmic pulsing of his heart; wondering at how much joy it gave her to simply feel the rise and fall of his chest. So much joy and pleasure in the simple things, Robin thought to herself. Why can't it always be as easy as this?

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That was her last conscious thought for a couple of hours, as Robin, too, succumbed to the exhaustion exacted by her vigil for Jason. A time later, sounds of distress from Jason brought her instantly to alertness. Beneath her, she could feel him struggling to sit up. Careful not to put pressure on his torso, Robin pushed herself off him. When his arm was free, he instantly grabbed at the upper back of left leg, his body stiff with pain.

"Jason, what is it?" Robin cried out in alarm. "What's wrong?"
"Cramp!" Jason bit out between clenched teeth, his breath jagged. "Can you help me up? I need to try to walk it out!"

Flicking on the light, Robin quickly scrambled across the bed and helped him swing his legs to the floor. He leaned heavily on her as he tried to stand. In the glow of the bedside lamp, Robin could see the muscles in the back of his upper leg bunched into an unnatural tautness. Jason staggered more than walked, as he tried to work out the knotted muscles, Robin supporting him as best she could. His breath came in short bursts of pain, and Robin saw the sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. After a couple of minutes, with still no relief, she went from worry to being scared.

"Jason, maybe I'd better go get someone to help...." she began.
"No!" Jason said sharply. Then, "No," Robin," more softly. "Here, can you....can you maybe try to put some pressure on it, like massage...."

He headed for a nearby chair and leaned over it, his forearms resting on the chair back.

"Okay," Robin said uncertainly. "I'll try..."

She knelt on the floor and began kneading the knotted muscles, lightly at first, and then, under Jason's direction, with more and more pressure; alternately using her fingers and the heels of her hands. It took a few moments, but it finally paid off. One minute the bunched muscles were starkly defined in Jason's leg; the next, relaxed and the knot had disappeared. Jason's long sigh of relief at the release from pain brough tears to Robin's eyes. She had seen him suffering too much in the time she had known him. In fact, it reminded her of the suffering of another loved one in that other lifetime. Robin knew that that earlier time may well have prepared her for the things that had already happened to Jason, or for the things that might yet still happen to him. But being prepared didn't make it hurt any less when it came right down to the wire.

Jason pushed himself up and turned to Robin, pulling her up to stand against him. He rested his hips on the back of the chair. Seeing the tears in Robin's eyes, and the worry on her face, he pulled her to him and placed his arm around her. They stood quietly that way for a few more minutes. Each gave comfort to the other. Robin could feel the small tremors of exhaustion coursing through Jason's body. When he was feeling somewhat more steady, Jason stood cautiously and started making his way back to the bed, not leaning on Robin as heavily as before. The spasm showed no sign of taking hold again; and without much further ado, Jason was positioned comfortably back in bed.

"I think it'll be okay now, Robin," Jason said. "Thanks for helping me".
"You know you don't need to thank me, Jason," Robin replied. "I'm only glad I was here, and that I could help. Do you think maybe you should drink some water?"
"Yeah, I am a little thirsty. Just fill the glass from the tap. It doesn't have to be cold."

Robin moved to do as he asked. Jason thirstily downed the glass of water she held out for him, and handed the empty glass back to her.

"More?", she inquired.
"Uh-uh," Jason said, "that was enough."

Jason sank back onto the pillow, the exhaustion beginning to reclaim him. Robin repositioned the other pillow under his injured arm, and pulled the covers back up. By the time she had set down the glass, turned out the light and crossed to get into the bed from the other side, Jason was totally out again, his chest rising and falling in the steady pattern of deep sleep. Rather than risk stirring him, Robin lay close so that their sides touched. Twining her fingers into his, she quickly fell asleep herself.

When she next woke, Robin was aware that someone in the room was stirring, but it wasn't Jason. He was still sleeping motionlessly beside her. She carefully sat up and tried to focus.

"Oh, hello Robin," said Monica, keeping her voice low.

She reached into her medical bag and removed her stethoscope, thermometer and blood pressure cuff.

"Sorry to wake you," she added, "but I need to check Jason's vitals".
"Oh. Hi, Dr. Quartermaine," Robin said, "I remember you said you'd stop by. What time is it"
"It's eight o'clock...in the evening," Monica clarified. She paused a moment and regarded Robin. "And how are you, Robin....really?"
"Oh, I'm fine, Dr. Quartermaine," Robin said. "I'm still a little tired, but I'm just so happy he's home safely, that I....I...."

Robin's words faltered, her throat tightening with emotion. Monica simply nodded in understanding.

Robin sat quietly waiting, watching as Monica placed the stethoscope against Jason's chest; held the digital thermometer to his ear to check his temperature; and then as she took Jason's blood pressure and pulse. Jason remained oblivious through it all, his breaths still paced by the slow evenness of sleep., While she waited, Robin had unconsciously closed Jason's free hand gently between her's. Monica replaced the instruments in her bag and drew back the covers to check Jason's lower body. Robin saw pain, anger and anguish cross Monica's face as she took in the bruises, cuts, etc. Gently, Monica touched his bandaged ankle, checking for swelling and proper circulation. Finishing the exam, Monica drew the covers back up and tucked them around Jason. Then she just stood looking at him.

Curious about the results of Monica's examination, Robin opened her mouth to inquire, but held back the utterance. Monica's face told a story of heartbreak as she gazed down at the sleeping young man who was her son--and yet wasn't. While he slept, Monica could pretend for a short time that nothing had changed--that this was the child that she had first despised upon learning of his birth--but whom she soon grew to love as if he'd been formed and carried in her womb, and not Susan Moore's. As Jason slept, she could caress his face--like so--without having to see the cold disregard he usually exhibited in her presence. He may not think of me as his mother, but I will always be his mom, Monica thought to herself for not the first time. She smoothed his hair back from his forehead, then bent down and kissed it. She bent lower still and pressed her cheek against the side of his face, cradling the other side with her right hand.

"I love you, Jason," she whispered into his ear. "I will always love you, no matter what."

With a final maternal sweep of her hand through his spiky hair, Monica straightened and looked at Robin, unashamed of the moisture trickling down her cheeks.

"How was his night?" she asked.
"Well, he had a problem with a pretty bad cramp in his leg, and we had to walk it out--but aside from that, he's been sleeping peacefully the whole time," Robin said. "How are his vitals?"
"No fever, thank God," Monica replied. "I was worried about respiratory infection, but his lungs are clear. The cracked ribs will probably give him the most trouble".

Monica reached into her bag and fished out a bottle of tablets.

"I wrote a prescription for pain. He probably won't want to take any. Don't be shy about encouraging him to use it if you see him start to get lightheaded due to shallow breathing. Believe me, those ribs hurt like hell; and he'll be better off if he's not using so much energy struggling with pain just to take in air".

Preparing to leave, Monica picked up her bag, and retrieved her jacket from the back of a chair.

"Robin, I want you to know how much I appreciate your being here for him. He should continue to drink lots of water to offset the dehydration. If he continues to have cramping, make him go to his doctor of choice if he won't come to me. Don't be surprised if he sleeps through until morning--he's been pushed to the limit and his body needs time to recover".

Robin nodded. Monica turned and walked toward the door. Abruptly she turned and came back, enveloping Robin in a tight hug.

"You be sure to take care of yourself, too. It's no picnic just sitting and waiting. I've been there enough times to know."
"Thank you, Dr. Quartermaine," Robin said, returning the hug. "I'll stay here and rest with him. As long as it takes. I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon."

Monica's eyes widened a bit at the determined tone that had marked Robin's comment. But explanations could wait. Right now she was needed elsewhere.

"Take care, dear," she said before she stepped to the door. "I'll look in on Michael on my way out. I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay, bye," Robin agreed.

She lay down again next to Jason, snuggling closely against his side. In the quiet, she held his hand, simply enjoying Jason at peace--her eyes lovingly devouring his face in profile. She took the image with her when she drifted away to sleep.

In what seemed like the time of an eyeblink, Robin found herself once again waking with a sense of being elsewhere other than her usual waking place. Something or someone was very close to her face. Blinking owlishly, she pulled back a little to focus. The "someone'" was Jason, lying on his side face her with a huge smile glowing on his face.

"Good morning," he said.
"Is something wrong?" Robin asked, still a bit groggy.
"No, nothing's wrong," Jason replied, reaching out to stroke her face. In fact, everything's just right. I just woke up before you did. It was your turn to crash".

His eyes crinkled with amusement.

Oh," Robin said succinctly. "Right".

Jason scooted closer to her, taking her hand gently in his.

"I'm so sorry, Robin. Sorry that you were so scared and worried about me." He looked at her intently, eyes very serious, "I never want to cause you that kind of pain, but......"
"Shhhhhhhh....," Robin put a finger to his lips for silence. "It was an accident, Jason. There really wasn't a whole lot you could have done to prevent it. Besides, I worry about you ALL the time. The only thing different was that this time, it felt too much like it would be for the last time". "But here I am, Robin," Jason replied. "I'm right here where I want to be--where I should have been all along. I couldn't have lost my life out there in the middle of nowhere, because you ARE my life--and you were back here. I'm only lost when you're not with me, Robin. I wasn't going to die before coming back to tell you that.. and to be with you.....like.....this....."

Jason began placing gentle kisses all over her face. Robin closed her eyes and sighed--but opened them again in protest when he suddenly stopped. She knew he was teasing her, and she made a pouty face. Jason's eyes twinkled; and this time his lips sought out hers. Robin returned his kisses, nuance for nuance; tenderness for tenderness; passion for passion. She wondered if she would ever in her life again be as happy as she was at this moment. She chuckled inwardly. People were so clueless about what and how Jason Morgan could feel, or how well he could express himself. Robin had no problem understanding him. Whether he was using words--or when he spoke to her in this other, more intimate language. At length, they pulled apart, Jason grasping her hand in his, his thumb absently tracing random patterns on the back of it.

"Jason," Robin began,"I have some things I need to say to you, too. Some things I've waited too long to say. I promised God that if I got the opportunity, I wouldn't waste any more time."
"I think I already know, Robin," Jason said. "But before you say those things, tell me something. Tell me you think we can make this work, even if we're not sure how right at this moment. Tell me you think that we love each other so much that--no matter what is going on--we won't ever think walking away is the right way to handle it."
"I do, " Robin said, smiling happily. "I do." She withdrew her hand and playfully stuck it back out again. "Shake?" she asked. "Deal!"

Jason responded enthusiastically, pumping her hand. Robin looked deeply into his eyes and began telling him everything that was in her heart. It was safe to tell him these things about herself, because Jason always listened. He would even hear the things she either couldn't or didn't know how to say. And he would love her. No matter what.

THE END

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