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So, another part of my Zaxie story.....I'd been rethinking what to do with it, what with the latest in the "reel" life Zander story. And I finally just decided to ignore what was happening onscreen and go with my own version. In other words, Zander does not come back from the fire and go apeshit over Emily. There will be no blatant insanity in my happy world!

I've been working on - I guess - a sequel of sorts to this story, but I've been sort of slacking on it lately. I think it's mainly due to the onscreen Zander strife. It's made it hard to write anything upbeat about Zander coming back in the future, because chances are, he won't be coming back in the future. But - again - I'm deciding to just ignore what actually happened on the show, and go with my own telling of it. Because that's basically what I've been doing anyway :)

Oh, and this isn't the last part of this story.....there's more to it that I'll end up posting, I was just saying - that's what has been going through my head lately, at least in this regard.


Hours later, Maxie started back towards the hotel. She'd had to clean out her savings, and she was afraid it still wouldn't be enough for Zander to get very far on. He'd assured her that he'd be able to make it work, and she knew that, with the hours she worked, she'd soon have the money made up. She hated the thought of Zander leaving, but understood what he was saying. He had no choice.

Maxie froze in her tracks as she turned onto the street where the Port Charles Hotel was located. There were vehicles everywhere....police cars, fire trucks, media vans. Her first thought was that Zander must have been caught. She rushed towards the hotel. As she got closer, however, she felt the heat coming from the building, and smelled the smoke.
She cautiously edged closer to the doors of the hotel. She managed to look unobtrusive enough that the firemen didn't seem to worry about her. Taking her chance, she ducked past the first barricades and crept closer to the building, trying to keep in the shadows. Just then, she heard one of the nearby firemen remark to another one: "So far, we have no idea how many casualties there are. I think the police commissioner was pretty badly hurt, though."

Maxie's blood ran cold, and she dropped her nonchalant air, and managed to race past them into the hotel. Just as they moved to grab her, she saw a gurney move towards her. All she could see were the feet, but that was enough.

She and Georgie had been desperate to find Mac something for Father's Day, but they'd both been running short on inspiration. Finally, they'd gone straight to the source, and asked Mac what he wanted. He told them he needed a pair of steel-toed boots for his work, that they kept his feet warm in the winter. Maxie and Georgie had agreed that they were the ugliest shoes they'd ever seen, but it was what he'd wanted, so they'd gotten them for him. Between the three of them, they'd been so busy lately that Maxie hadn't even known if he had worn the boots. But when she glanced at the body on the stretcher, Maxie got her answer - he had worn the boots.

"Oh my god," she gasped, starting to hyperventilate as the gurney drew closer. She could still recognize him, even with all the burns forming on his face. She had no idea how bad it was, but it looked terrible. And she kept hearing the fireman's voice in her head: "I think the police commissioner was pretty badly hurt, though."

That same fireman finally caught up to her, and tried to lead her from the building. "Ma'am, you can't be in here, the building's on fire," he said, trying to drag her behind him. Maxie pulled away from him, trying to suck in air. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. "My dad...," she quavered, pointing at the gurney. "That's my dad."

The fireman's eyes softened. "They're taking your dad to the hospital right now, ma'am. But please, we need to get you out of here."

Maxie choked back a sob. "Is he going to be okay? Please, tell me he's going to be okay."

The man paused. "We don't know yet. He was burnt. His injuries are serious. You should go with him to the hospital."

Maxie nodded, still trying to catch her breath. "Where was he? Why was he here?"

"We got a call, about a wanted fugitive hiding in the basement. Commissioner Scorpio went downstairs to bring him up, but he was hit by a backdraft."

Maxie thought her heart had stopped beating. "A...a fugitive?"

"Yeah, in the basement."

She shook her head frantically, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. "D-did you find him? Is he okay?"

The fireman shook his head. "The fire started in the boiler room of the basement." Maxie froze. "If he was in that room, then there's no way he could have survived." Just then, the other fireman who had followed him in called out - he needed assistance. He glanced at her once more. "Listen, miss, you need to get to the hospital. I'm sure someone will be able to take you."

"Rudgers, come on!" the other man yelled. "I need some hands here!"

"It-it's okay," Maxie said shakily, nodding at the fireman. "I'll be okay." Watching her for a moment, he finally nodded, and rushed off to help.

Maxie walked outside unsteadily, unsure of how she was even doing that. Her body seemed to be moving of its own volition, lurching her back outside the hotel. Once outside, a wave of nausea hit her, and she stumbled over to a loose garbage can. After she'd emptied the contents of her stomach into it, she kneeled on the ground, trying to regain her bearings.

Mac's hurt. Zander's dead. Burned....they both burned. Maxie felt her body start to tremble violently with sobs. She couldn't imagine it. Burned to death....oh my god.

"Maxie? Maxie, what are you doing here?"

She looked up, and into the eyes of Ric Lansing. For once, he didn't scare her. He wasn't staring at her like she'd committed a crime, or like he was suspicious of her whatsoever. He just looked genuinely concerned, and confused as to why she was even there. At the moment, he wasn't her enemy - he was the only familiar face she knew, and that thought alone caused her to sob harder.

"Maxie....hey, Maxie, I heard about your dad, okay? I'll get someone to take you to the hospital. It's going to be okay," Ric said quietly, helping her up. He literally had to hold her around the waist to keep her from collapsing. She couldn't stop crying. Finally, she choked out, "Zander....Zander, in the basement..."

Ric paused, searching her face. "What? Maxie, are you saying Zander was in the basement?"

She nodded, swallowing hard. What did it matter anymore? He was dead. It didn't matter who she told. "He...oh, god. The fireman said...he said he couldn't have made it. He's..."

Ric sighed, shaking his head. "He's dead."

Maxie gulped, wiping her eyes. Ric sighed again, squeezing her arm. "Come on, Maxie," he said, sounding weary and tired. He led her a few feet away, to where a uniformed cop stood. "Rodriguez, this is Maxie Jones - Commissioner Scorpio's daughter. Will you see to it that she gets to the hospital to be with him?"

Rodriguez nodded. "Will do."

Maxie continued to cry, as Ric slouched slightly so he was at eye level. "Maxie, it's going to be okay. I promise." She nodded, but deep down, she didn't believe him. Nothing felt like it would ever be right again.

All right, fine, because I'm bored...... An hour later, they finally let Maxie in to see Mac. In all that time, she'd tried to locate Georgie, but the signal on her phone had gone out. She'd finally reached Guy, but he claimed he had no idea where Georgie was. He thought she was going out with Tom - or whatever his name actually was - somewhere, though. He promised he'd let her know as soon as he could reach her.

Maxie knew she should go look for her sister, but she was too afraid to leave Mac's side. He had been in surgery, and she knew that it was touch and go. If anything happened - she didn't want him to be alone. He's my dad, she'd told Guy, who'd understood. She hadn't added, and I already left one person to die alone tonight.

Finally, they brought Mac out of surgery. Maxie had scrubbed off as much dirt and soot from being outside the fire as she could, and they gowned her up and sent her on in. The same wave of nausea bubbled in her stomach when she saw him. He was literally wrapped up in bandages like a mummy. The smell of burnt flesh filled her nostrils, and she had to hold on to the doorjamb for a minute. Bobbie touched her shoulder gently. "Maxie...you know, you don't have to do this -"

She shook her head. "No. No, I have to." Finally, gathering up her strength, she walked into the room and sat down next to Mac's bedside. "Dad?" she whispered. "Dad, it's Maxie." Her chin trembled as she looked at him. She reached out, softly touching his bandaged hand. "Dad, I'm so sorry," she said quietly, beginning to cry in earnest. "I should have told you. I shouldn't have lied. But I did. I lied to you. And now you're in this hospital because of me," she choked out. "And Zander is dead. I did everything wrong - so wrong...."

~*~

A little while later, she was standing outside in the hallway, watching Mac through the window of his room. She still hadn't been able to find Georgie, which was annoying her. It was typical that Georgie would disappear during a family crisis.

Just as she was thinking that, she heard a sudden voice behind her. "Maxie?" Turning around, she came face to face with Cameron Lewis. "Dr Lewis...," she said quietly. Suddenly, looking at him, a sickening realization hit her - he didn't know.

"Maxie, I heard about your stepfather. I'm so sorry. I hope he's going to be all right." Maxie bit her lip. How do you tell someone that their child is dead? Oh god, she didn't think she could do this. Cameron looked sympathetically at her. "I know this is a bad time, but...I was wondering if Alexander had gotten away before the fire had started. Or if he got hurt, if he's here....," his voice trailed off as Maxie stared at him in horror.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped. "I - he's gone. He...he didn't make it, Dr Lewis. He's dead." She felt tears stream down her face. Cameron looked like he'd been punched in the gut. He stood there for a minute, his jaw moving slightly. Maxie tried to calm herself, but it was just too much. "I'm so sorry....so sorry...." Nodding numbly, Cameron finally reached his arms out and pulled her into a hug.

They cried together for awhile, neither one saying anything. When Maxie's phone rang, she ignored it at first, but then realized it could be Georgie. "I'm sorry....this might be my sister...she doesn't know yet..." Cameron waved this away. "No, no, Maxie. By all means."

Maxie watched him out of the corner of her eye as she answered her phone. He was shaken, but he seemed to have it scarily together. Too scarily together. Everything about him looked normal, until you looked at his eyes, and then you realized how much pain he was in. Taking a deep breath, she answered her phone, "Georgie? Is that you?"

"No...sorry, Maxie, it's Guy again. I'm assuming you haven't found her yet."

Maxie shook her head, then, remembering Guy couldn't see her, finally found her voice. "No. I still can't get a signal."

"Well, I thought of something - Dillon's family owns the hotel, right?"

Maxie paused, not sure what that had to do with anything. "Yeah....so?"

"I was just thinking....if Georgie heard about the fire from someone, she'd probably get worried about Dillon. Thinking he's there, or something. Or at the very least, that his family is there, and he'll be worried about them."

"So you think she went to the hotel..." Maxie said, the realization dawning on her.

"It's worth a shot. Between the fire, and all of the emergency vehicles there, I bet they could knock out her signal."

"You're right...thank you so much, Guy. I'll go look for her now."

"Let me know when you find her."

"I will."

After she'd hung up, Maxie paced for a moment. She didn't want to leave Mac. But she had to find Georgie. She didn't want Georgie to hear about their dad from some stranger. Suddenly, Cameron spoke up. "Maxie? Is everything all right?"

"Oh...uhm.....my sister might be at the hotel. Her boyfr- uh, her ex-boyfriend's family owns it, so she might be there, trying to see if he's all right." She paused again. Cameron looked steadily at her. "So you want to go get her, but you're worried about leaving your father."

She nodded. "I don't know what to do."

He thought for a minute. "Wait here." She did so, and he came back a few minutes later. "I just talked to Bobbie. She said your father is stable, and that if you wanted to go get Georgie, that should be fine. She thinks it's a good idea, actually."

Maxie nodded. "All right....I'll go downstairs, I'm sure there are ambulances going back and forth, I can catch a ride -"

"Maxie, don't worry about it. I'll take you over myself."

She hesitated, glancing at him. "Dr Lewis, you...I mean.....you shouldn't worry about me right now. You have enough...." Her voice trailed off, as she felt unsure of what to say.

Cameron looked at the floor for a moment before looking back at her. "There's nothing I can do here," he said in a strained voice. "At least if I go back there.....at least there's a chance I can help somebody else." He clenched his jaw again, and Maxie finally nodded.

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Date: 2004-03-26 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] malisita.livejournal.com
Dude. You made Ric all compassionate. LOL.

(Am I sick and wrong for starting to like Ric now despite what he's done? Aaaaargh.)

I want you to speed up and give me a Zaxie reunion. Hee. I'm impaaaatient! You're doing a great job!

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Date: 2004-03-26 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrysalitron.livejournal.com
Aww, thank you :) I'm so disappointed in how the Zander story ended up, I have to put my energy somewhere. Especially since thus far, it looks like poor Robyn Richards is being relegated to the backburner yet again. You know, because the teen story we all *really* want to see is Georgie/Dillon/Sage. *eyeroll*

Dude, on paper? Ric sucks. But Rick Hearst makes me want to like him. So I poured on some compassion. *sigh* The bastard.

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