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Apparently, I've been forgetting my Zaxie story again. I guess I've been getting too wrapped up in the drama that is the S&C Eventual Reunion. *pause* Okay, I can't even say that with a straight face.

But, anywho. So I got back into writing, and I just wrote the big climactic moment of my Zaxie sequel (or whatever - who knows if I'll even divide it up? It'll be like 400 billion parts in all, but you know, that would happen either way, right?) I think I was avoiding posting more, because I thought that I'd get into the habit of posting, and suddenly there wouldn't be anything left to post. But now that I've added so much, I could post 12 different parts at this point. So I'm back in the comfort zone.

That paragraph probably made no sense to anyone but me, but just go with it, okay? :-) On to the story!

Rushing into the hospital, Maxie finally spotted Georgie. Her sister gave her a wave, but then squinted at her, realizing something was up. She met Maxie around the side of the admit desk. "Max?"

Quickly, Maxie began talking. "Georgie...I need you to do me a huge favor."

Georgie shrugged. "Sure, what is it?"

"I need to borrow some money."

Georgie gave her an apologetic grin. "Sorry, Max - I only have three dollars in my wallet." She paused. "And twenty-one cents, actually."

"No, no," Maxie said, shaking her head. "I don’t mean your spending money. I mean, like, your savings."

Georgie gave her a look like she’d just suggested they strip naked and run screaming through the halls. "Maxie, you know we’re not supposed to touch that money. Mom said -"

"Yeah, whatever," Maxie interjected, not wanting to discuss rules and regulations placed on them by a woman who couldn’t be bothered to show up most of the time, "this is an emergency, Georgie."

Her sister narrowed her eyes at her. "What kind of emergency?"

Maxie groaned, but then went on. "I think Zander’s alive."


"The body in the basement, it wasn’t him. It was Scott Baldwin’s."

"Scott Baldwin is dead? Oh my god, I wonder if Serena knows....actually, I haven’t seen Serena in awhile, I wonder where she’s been....that’s kinda strange -"

"Georgie!" Maxie interrupted, snapping her fingers. "Back to the present. Zander is alive."

Georgie shook her head. "Are you sure, Max? I mean, you said his leg was injured. Even if the body in the basement wasn’t his, it would have been hard for him to get out. Don’t you think he would have contacted you?"

Maxie took a deep breath. "I think he did."


Maxie responded by holding out the note she’d received that day. "There was no return address. I got this today."

Georgie read the one line, then gave Maxie a disbelieving look. "Do you know what Zander’s handwriting looks like?"

"Well, no, but -"

"Do you know if he sent this before or after the fire?"

"No, but Georgie -"

"Maxie, I can’t give you anything until you have some proof. This," she held up the letter, "doesn’t count."

"Oh, whatever," Maxie snapped, taking the letter back. "I don’t need your help, I’ll do it on my own. I don’t have time to stand here and discuss this with you." As she began to storm off, Georgie sighed loudly, catching up to her. "Maxie -"

"You don’t understand, Georgie. I left him there. If he had burned to death, it would have been my fault."

"You didn’t start that fire, Maxie."

"But I left him there. He trusted me, and I left him." She shook her head. "I’m the only person he has. I have to go find him."

"Do you have any idea where he is?" Georgie asked her.

Maxie nodded. "He told me one time that the place he always went to in Canada is called Kirbyville. He mentioned some of the places he would go, the people who would help him. I know where to go."

Georgie looked at her for a minute, and then finally nodded. "All right. I’ll help you. Let me go with you."

"No," Maxie said firmly, shaking her head. Georgie looked surprised. "Why not?"

"You need to stay here with Mac. One of us has to stay."

"But Mom’s here."

Maxie rolled her eyes. "You and I both know that that could change in an instant. Please, you need to stay here."

Georgie watched her for a moment. "All right, I’ll stay. And I have an idea."

Maxie looked at her sister curiously. "What is it?"

"Well, neither one of us has much money. So I think we should ask Dillon to help."

"Georgie - " Maxie began, but her sister cut her off. "He’ll help, Maxie, I know he will. His family’s got the money. Besides," she added, "the Quartermaines owe us. It was their hotel that burned down, and hurt our dad."

Finally, against her will, Maxie nodded. "All right. Let’s go find him."


When they got to Kelly’s, Maxie couldn’t help but roll her eyes to see Dillon fawning over Sage, as usual. She figured she shouldn’t begrudge him too much, though - right now, getting to Zander was what mattered the most.

Just as Georgie had finally gotten Dillon’s attention, however, they were all distracted by a news brief coming on the small screen behind the counter. The reporter announced that there was evidence that the body in the fire had been misidentified. Maxie began to relax - she already knew this information. She impatiently tugged on Georgie’s arm, but Georgie elbowed her and motioned towards the screen.

"The body in the fire was initially believed to be that of fugitive Alexander Smith, but was later identified as Port Charles District Attorney, Scott Baldwin. However, new evidence has come up that suggests that the body was indeed that of Smith."

"What? What new evidence?" Maxie said in disbelief. Almost as if she’d heard her, the reported continued on.

"Authorities received a tape today from Baldwin, proving that he was alive and well. According to DA Baldwin, the body found in the fire was indeed that of Zander Smith. In order to get out of town unnoticed, Baldwin switched the dental records of the deceased with his own."

As the report trailed off, and Georgie glanced sympathetically at her sister, Maxie shook her head frantically from side to side. "No, no. No! Zander is NOT dead, Georgie. He’s NOT." The people inside Kelly’s all turned to glance at the source of the outburst. Maxie started to sob, pushing away her sister’s comforting hands. "They’re wrong, they have to be." With that, she turned and ran out of the restaurant. Georgie quickly followed.

"Maxie...," she said softly, but Maxie paced in a circle, not listening.

"Georgie, he sent me a letter," she cried. "They’re wrong, they have to be wrong. They’re just confused, is all. I mean, look at how many times they’ve misidentified the body already. Who’s to say they’re not wrong again?"

Georgie shook her head. "Maxie, it was Zander. You know it was."

"But...but what about the letter?"

"Max, you know there was a backlog of mail since before the fire. He was going to leave town anyway, as far as you knew. He probably just sent that to you to say goodbye."

Maxie continued to cry. Georgie went on, "Or maybe he had Dr Lewis send it. Who knows? Neither one of them are here to ask."

Maxie turned her back on her younger sister, wiping miserably at her cheeks. Georgie touched her back gently. "He was my friend," Maxie choked out.

She heard Georgie sigh. "Maxie, he wasn’t your friend. He was just using you."

Maxie spun around, staring darts at her sister. "What did you just say?"

Georgie shuffled on her feet. "Come on, Maxie! He needed help. He was desperate. He probably knew you had a crush on him - it was so obvious - and he knew you’d help him. He knew you’d fall for it."

"Shut up!" Maxie snarled. "You don’t know him, Georgie. You never did. He cared about me, and I cared about him. We were friends. We helped each other out. You don’t understand."

Georgie rolled her eyes. "Maxie -"

"Just leave me alone!" she snapped. Seeing Dillon approach, she took that as her cue, and managed to escape.


Georgie found her later on, sitting forlornly outside the hotel wreckage. Reaching down, she gave Maxie a hug. Maxie tried to be as stiff and unyielding as possible, but finally broke down in her sister’s arms.

"Georgie, I thought it was all going to be okay. I didn’t want to believe he was dead. He’s so smart," she said, then paused. "He....was so smart. He knew how to get himself out of bad situations. I was sure that it couldn’t really be true..." She trailed off, sobbing. Georgie rubbed her back. "I know, Maxie, I know."

Suddenly, Maxie stood up. "I need to go to the PCPD."

Georgie looked confused. "Why? Is it about Dad?"

Maxie shook her head. "No. I need to hear it from someone down there....Ric, maybe, I don’t know. I need someone to tell me that he’s really gone."

Georgie started to say something, but seeing the look in her sister’s eyes, realized this was something Maxie needed to do. She followed her sister to the police station, keeping her distance.

When they walked in, they heard the sounds of an argument coming from the middle of the station. Georgie started to pull her sister back, but Maxie stood in her place, listening to what was going on.

Ric was standing in a huddle with Elizabeth, Emily, and Nikolas. Emily was hanging on Nikolas’s arm, beaming up at him, as Liz smiled softly at them. "Well, Nikolas," Ric said, "from the way you’ve explained things, I don’t think there’s any evidence that you killed Zander. When you knocked him out, it was in self-defense."

Nikolas shook his head. "But I locked the door. I locked him in that room. Even if he regained consciousness before the fire, he couldn’t have gotten out."

Maxie gave a little gasp, but nobody seemed to hear her. Emily tugged on Nikolas’s arm. "Nikolas, this is not your fault. You didn’t know the building was going to catch on fire. You had no idea. Don’t blame yourself."

"Yes, Nikolas," Elizabeth quickly agreed. "If you hadn’t locked Zander in there, he would have taken off. You thought you were doing the right thing. Nobody blames you."

Georgie, avidly watching the conversation unfold, didn’t notice at first when Maxie took a step forward. "I blame you," she called out, her voice shaking with rage. "You left him there to die. How COULD you? He burned to death, because of YOU. You deserve to go to jail, you deserve to pay for what you did!" Her voice trailed off in hysterical sobs. The gathered group looked shocked. Nikolas stared at his feet, Elizabeth’s jaw dropped, Emily blinked a few times, and Ric looked concerned.

"Now, Maxie, that’s not exactly true -" Emily started, but Maxie cut her off.

"And YOU! He loved you, Emily. He loved you so much! Everything he did, he did it for you, because he was still in love with you. And this is how you repay him?" She shook off Georgie’s hand trying to pull her back. "You don’t even care that he’s dead, do you?"

"Maxie!" Liz gasped, causing Maxie to glare hatefully in her direction. "None of you care. As far as you’re concerned, Zander was just a little problem - a nuisance, something to deal with. He was your friend!! At one point, didn’t you all care about him, just a little?"

The group exchanged looks, as Maxie continued to cry in earnest. Ric opened his mouth to say something, but seemed to think better of it and shut it. Georgie tried to pull Maxie away. Weakened by her outburst, Maxie allowed her sister to lead her. Ric cleared his throat, and took a step closer to them. "Do you need me to call someone?" he said quietly, to Georgie. She shook her head in response. "No, we’ve been staying at Bobbie’s, at least until our mom got home. I’ll call one of them. Come on, Maxie, let’s go." Still crying, Maxie silently followed her sister out the door.

And that's the first part of my story. Like I said, I've cooked up a "sequel" of sorts, that I'm already something like halfway done with. I'll probably just keep numbering from here, but yeah - this was my original, right here. Without any kind of final scene, I know - but when I started the sequel, I just got started on that and didn't bother to end this one.


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July 2009


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