Ficlet: Hug O'War (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lanaverse)
Title: Hug O'War
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 24 - Hug
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick do not belong to me, Matt Drake does.
The airport was crowded with people.
Patrick and Matt had snagged a bench not far from the ticket counter where Robin was picking up her boarding pass for her trip to a medical conference in Chicago. Patrick’s eyes were closed and his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against a pillar. He’d been in emergency surgery for hours and was completely exhausted. Matt was bored and eager to get back to the video game that had been interrupted by this trip. He was scanning the crowd idly, looking for anything interesting.
“Don’t even think about it,” Patrick warned, eyes still closed.
“Think about what?” Matt asked innocently.
“Whatever it is that you think would be more fun than sitting here waiting for your mother. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now.”
With a huff, Matt slid down the bench, crossing his arms in a carbon copy of Patrick’s posture. “I don’t see what I had to come with. Lana didn’t.”
“Lana wasn’t home, and if she had been you could have stayed there too,” Patrick said tiredly. “It’ll only be a little longer and then you can do whatever you want at home.”
Matt sat up a little straighter. “Whatever I want?”
“Within reason and that I can sleep through, yes,” Patrick amended hastily. “You can’t burn the house down or anything.”
“Hm,” Matt considered, running through the possibilities in his mind.
Robin finally finished at the ticket counter and walked over to the bench, tucking her boarding pass into her purse as she did so. “Sorry that took so long,” she apologized.
Patrick opened his eyes and smiled up at her. “It’s okay. We didn’t mind, did we Matt?” he asked his son, shooting him a quick warning glance.
Matt gave Robin a half hearted grin. “No, it was no big deal.”
She raised an eyebrow, a skeptical expression on her face. “You’re as bad a liar as I am, Matthew,” she observed. “But I’m all set so you kind gentlemen can take off.”
“Are you sure?” Patrick asked, stifling a yawn. “We could stay for awhile if you don’t want to wait by yourself…”
“You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” Robin pointed out with a laugh. “And this one,” she paused and tried to ruffle Matt’s hair, frowning a little when he squirmed away from her hand, “looks like he’s about to cause total chaos if he doesn’t get out of her soon.”
“This is why your mother’s in charge, Matt.” Patrick nodded. “She is a very wise woman.” He stood, stretching his arms over his head, and then wrapping them around Robin.
She tilted her face up to his for a kiss. “And don’t you forget it,” she teased, only to be cut off by a kiss. They kissed for a long moment, until the sound of their son’s disgusted voice filled their ears.
“Do you guys have to do that here?” he complained. “People are staring.”
Patrick pulled back and rolled his eyes at Matt. “No one is staring at us. But if you’re so anxious to get out of her, say goodbye to your mom, and we’ll go.” He kissed Robin quickly one final time and then she stepped backwards out of his arms and turned to Matt.
“See you in a few days, Matt,” Robin said as she leaned in to hug her son, hurt crossing her face when he held out a hand to shake instead. “Don’t I get a hug?”
“There are people here,” Matt hissed under his breath.
“You really think anyone you know is here and is going to tease you for giving your mother a hug?” Patrick interjected, scowling at Matt, as he laid a comforting hand on Robin’s lower back. “Just give her a hug.”
“No, it’s fine,” Robin said too brightly. She put out a hand to shake, which Matt quickly took.
“Bye Mom,” he mumbled, not looking up at either of his parents, knowing he’d see disappointment and hurt on their faces.
“Well bye, I guess,” Robin said, adjusting her bags over her shoulder.
Patrick bent down to kiss her again. “Call me when you land, okay?”
She nodded, shooting a last look down at Matt, hoping he changed his mind. “I will. Bye…”
She started to walk away, and was about to round the corner to go through security, when she heard Matt’s voice calling after her.
“Mom! Wait!”
Robin turned around with confusion on her face. The confusion was quickly dissipated by the sight of her son barreling towards her.
When Matt reached her he threw his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry,” he panted, a little out of breath. “I was a jerk.”
Robin wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug. “You weren’t a jerk.”
He shook his head. “Yes, I was. I hurt your feelings and I’m sorry.”
“Did your father tell you to say that?” Robin asked skeptically.
“No,” Matt tried, heaving a sigh at Robin’s disbelieving expression. “Okay, he did, but he was right.”
Robin laughed, and hugged Matt one more time. “Like I said before, you’re a terrible liar. But thank you. It meant a lot that you would say it at all.”
Matt grinned up at her. “Bring me back a cool souvenir, okay?”
“I’ll see what I can find,” Robin promised. “Now get back to your father.”
“Okay.” He started back the opposite direction, calling back over his shoulder, “Bye Mom!”
Robin watched him go with a wistful smile. She knew a day would come when Matt wouldn’t be willing to hug her or even acknowledge her in public.
But she was very happy it wasn’t this day.
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin/Patrick
Fandom: General Hospital
Theme: 24 - Hug
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick do not belong to me, Matt Drake does.
The airport was crowded with people.
Patrick and Matt had snagged a bench not far from the ticket counter where Robin was picking up her boarding pass for her trip to a medical conference in Chicago. Patrick’s eyes were closed and his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against a pillar. He’d been in emergency surgery for hours and was completely exhausted. Matt was bored and eager to get back to the video game that had been interrupted by this trip. He was scanning the crowd idly, looking for anything interesting.
“Don’t even think about it,” Patrick warned, eyes still closed.
“Think about what?” Matt asked innocently.
“Whatever it is that you think would be more fun than sitting here waiting for your mother. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now.”
With a huff, Matt slid down the bench, crossing his arms in a carbon copy of Patrick’s posture. “I don’t see what I had to come with. Lana didn’t.”
“Lana wasn’t home, and if she had been you could have stayed there too,” Patrick said tiredly. “It’ll only be a little longer and then you can do whatever you want at home.”
Matt sat up a little straighter. “Whatever I want?”
“Within reason and that I can sleep through, yes,” Patrick amended hastily. “You can’t burn the house down or anything.”
“Hm,” Matt considered, running through the possibilities in his mind.
Robin finally finished at the ticket counter and walked over to the bench, tucking her boarding pass into her purse as she did so. “Sorry that took so long,” she apologized.
Patrick opened his eyes and smiled up at her. “It’s okay. We didn’t mind, did we Matt?” he asked his son, shooting him a quick warning glance.
Matt gave Robin a half hearted grin. “No, it was no big deal.”
She raised an eyebrow, a skeptical expression on her face. “You’re as bad a liar as I am, Matthew,” she observed. “But I’m all set so you kind gentlemen can take off.”
“Are you sure?” Patrick asked, stifling a yawn. “We could stay for awhile if you don’t want to wait by yourself…”
“You look like you’re about to fall asleep,” Robin pointed out with a laugh. “And this one,” she paused and tried to ruffle Matt’s hair, frowning a little when he squirmed away from her hand, “looks like he’s about to cause total chaos if he doesn’t get out of her soon.”
“This is why your mother’s in charge, Matt.” Patrick nodded. “She is a very wise woman.” He stood, stretching his arms over his head, and then wrapping them around Robin.
She tilted her face up to his for a kiss. “And don’t you forget it,” she teased, only to be cut off by a kiss. They kissed for a long moment, until the sound of their son’s disgusted voice filled their ears.
“Do you guys have to do that here?” he complained. “People are staring.”
Patrick pulled back and rolled his eyes at Matt. “No one is staring at us. But if you’re so anxious to get out of her, say goodbye to your mom, and we’ll go.” He kissed Robin quickly one final time and then she stepped backwards out of his arms and turned to Matt.
“See you in a few days, Matt,” Robin said as she leaned in to hug her son, hurt crossing her face when he held out a hand to shake instead. “Don’t I get a hug?”
“There are people here,” Matt hissed under his breath.
“You really think anyone you know is here and is going to tease you for giving your mother a hug?” Patrick interjected, scowling at Matt, as he laid a comforting hand on Robin’s lower back. “Just give her a hug.”
“No, it’s fine,” Robin said too brightly. She put out a hand to shake, which Matt quickly took.
“Bye Mom,” he mumbled, not looking up at either of his parents, knowing he’d see disappointment and hurt on their faces.
“Well bye, I guess,” Robin said, adjusting her bags over her shoulder.
Patrick bent down to kiss her again. “Call me when you land, okay?”
She nodded, shooting a last look down at Matt, hoping he changed his mind. “I will. Bye…”
She started to walk away, and was about to round the corner to go through security, when she heard Matt’s voice calling after her.
“Mom! Wait!”
Robin turned around with confusion on her face. The confusion was quickly dissipated by the sight of her son barreling towards her.
When Matt reached her he threw his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry,” he panted, a little out of breath. “I was a jerk.”
Robin wrapped her arms around him, returning the hug. “You weren’t a jerk.”
He shook his head. “Yes, I was. I hurt your feelings and I’m sorry.”
“Did your father tell you to say that?” Robin asked skeptically.
“No,” Matt tried, heaving a sigh at Robin’s disbelieving expression. “Okay, he did, but he was right.”
Robin laughed, and hugged Matt one more time. “Like I said before, you’re a terrible liar. But thank you. It meant a lot that you would say it at all.”
Matt grinned up at her. “Bring me back a cool souvenir, okay?”
“I’ll see what I can find,” Robin promised. “Now get back to your father.”
“Okay.” He started back the opposite direction, calling back over his shoulder, “Bye Mom!”
Robin watched him go with a wistful smile. She knew a day would come when Matt wouldn’t be willing to hug her or even acknowledge her in public.
But she was very happy it wasn’t this day.