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Bobbie came into Wyndermere. Full of fury and fire. Determined to get some answers from Stefan. The rage within was boiling over. As she entered the conservatory, she immediately went to the fireplace and got the poker. Then she started to destroy. She had already ruined the bookcase to the right of the fireplace when Stefan came in.

"Barbara! What the bloody hell are you doing?"

(continuously hitting things) " So, how long have you known?"

" Known what?"

" Don't play coy with me. You always talk in riddles. But they eventually make sense. What did you mean when you said Luke was capable of deep betrayal?"

" Barbara, I was speaking of your brother. You know that I do not hold a very high opinion of him."

" Cut the crap, Stefan. Tell ME!"

" I think that it would be better if you talked to Luke about it."

" Oh, My God. I'm right. YOU DO KNOW! How long.....HOW long?!"

" Since before we were married."

Bobbie stops breaking things, but the poker is still in her hand.

" You knew when you came to the Dominican Republic?"

" Yes."

" Why didn't you tell me?"

" It wasn't my place. And...."

" And?"

" I had already planned to have you for myself. I thought that the complete picture of who Carly Roberts was...was too much for you to handle. That's why..."

" Why...."

" I asked you to marry me as soon as I did."

" Oh, great. NOW you're telling me that our marriage was a huge pity play. I don't know who I like more...the liar who at least made me feel good,..... or this honest you...who cares nothing for ego...does he?"

" No, Barbara. We've had this conversation before. There was NO pity. Just one friend, who wanted to protect another friend from a predator. Just a man, who had decided over a decade before that a woman he saw once, would be his, eventually. I had wanted you for years, Barbara. Once Tony threw away your marriage, I saw my chance, and I wasn't going to let it pass."

" Uh-huh."

" Barbara....I WANTED you as my wife. I meant that commitment to you. Unlike the American male, I didn't marry you for UNTIL the next "sweet young thing" came along."

" No...you didn't wait at all. You immedialtely started your late night courtship of everyone's favorite shooting victim."

" You may not believe me, but nothing went on between myself and Katherine."

" Stefan, you sent me out of town on a bogus business trip. And you expect me to believe that nothing happened between the two of you? "

" No more than what happened between you and Alan Quartermaine."

" Ah....Great. Bringing up another fine point of my past and throwing it in my face."

" No one's throwing anything. I was just proving that in marriages, sometimes things are not always perfect, but that doesn't mean you abandon the marriage altogether. Of course, I was working on the premise that you even came into our marriage genuinely..."

" Oh. Don't EVEN go there. You snake....
That you could even think that I would let my brother use me like that...NO, you won't get THAT excuse. I loved you. My brother tried to kill you and I DEFENDED you. To every friend I had. When I was almost burned to a crisp. When you threw Nikolas off an Alp...Yes, I even defended you then. I defended you all the way up until...."

" Until when, Barbara? Luke told you otherwise?"

" No. When I realized that my love meant nothing to you. When I realized that you held it in contempt. That you sneered at it with nothing but disdain and scorn. That, as with everyone else, you'd taken the measurements and I was found lacking."

" I DID NOT hold your love in contempt. I held MYSELF in contempt...for not being worthy of your love. From a woman of such depth, kindess and generosity.."

" A woman of depth? No, actually my life is quite shallow. It begins and ends with Bobbie Spencer, teenage hooker. And no matter what I do, or what I say or what deeds are done, the punishment's the same. You're either the Madonna or the whore. My crime was that I fooled myself that I could try and be both. That I could crawl out of that gutter and improve myself. I've been selfish and self-centered, manipulative and deceitful. Hell, I couldn't run away from it if I tried. BUT, I thought that I did ONE, just ONE thing, that I wouldn't be punished for: giving a child, LIFE, and trying to give it a better home than myself. I thought, of all the things I had done, that THIS would be the one that I would be rewarded, because it was done with pure of heart and intent. SURPRISE, Barbara Jean. You should've known better. When I think of the tears I shed for that child, for my guilt, at not being able to take care of her as a 16 year old on the streets....I'm done. "

( to herself) "I can't....I can't.."

Bobbie can no longer speak. The rage flows through her like a river. Not just Carly, Tony, Lucas...but BJ, her abandonment by her father, her mother's death, her disastrous life with Brock, her years as a hooker. The fury swells inside like a volcano. That feeling of never doing enough. Never measuring up. Of doing the right thing and still being kicked in the teeh. Her hand grasps the poker so hard it almost begins to cut into her skin. At this very moment, the choice is kill or die. She begins to tear through the room again, smashing everything in sight.

" BARBARA, STOP!!"

Stefan goes to Bobbie. She raises the poker as to strike him, but he catches her arm. They stand there, looking into one another's eyes for what seems an eternity. Bobbie looks into his eyes and sees what she needs: understanding. Understanding at the depth of the fury and fire that dwells in her. Stefan then comes towards Bobbie and kisses her. Gently, no. Full of his own fire and fury.

Somehow they make it up the stairs to the bedroom. By the time they get there, their clothes are almost completely removed. Stefan takes Bobbie to the bed. They proceed to spend the night almost devouring each other whole. Essence to essence, primal, pure, and raw. No pretense. Everything bare and fully exposed. As always, whatever social morees and protocol that each of them adhered to when in society; whatever parts of themselves that they thought not suitable for public consumption, nor should be subjected to public scorn, were ever present. Only when away from the watchful eye of that judgemental society, exploring each other, could their souls get peace and acceptance.

After several hours, completely spent, they fall asleep in each others arms.

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Luke is sitting out on the porch in the morning when Laura comes out.

" Luke, honey? Aren't you cold? Do you want me to get you something?"

" Besides my sister? No, babe, I don't need anything."

" You didn't find Bobbie?"

" No. I have called and called. No answer. I went to all her haunts, and no one has seen hide nor hair of her."

" Luke, you have to give her time. A bomb was dropped on her yesterday. To say that she was in shock would be the understatement of a lifetime."

" I know. But I just wanted her to know WHY I did it."

" I think she heard you, but she wasn't listening. After this dies down, she will listen once again."

" You think so?"

" I know so. Bobbie loves you. And you love her. This secret won't destroy the bond between the two of you. Just fray it a bit. Give it time. You sure you don't want some breakfast?"

" I think I will eat something before going to find Bobbie."

" OK. Come on in."

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Bobbie sat on her bed back at the Brownstone. She was in her bathrobe, dripping wet from her shower. As she tried to digest and comprehend the events of the past 24 hours, they almost seemed like a painful blur. A surreal dream. But she knew that it was no dream. More the nightmare of a lifetime. That hefer, Carly Roberts, was her daughter, Caroline Bensen. The child she gave away, came back, and ruined her life purposefully. And NOW, that child was pregnant with her ex hubby's child. How's this for dark and twisted. Carly, Tony, Luke. Luke! How he could let this happen? How he could lie and betray her she would never know.

And in her time of pain, who was there? Stefan. Of all the things about last night, this was what threw her the most.

Stefan, who knew all about Carly but kept silent.

Stefan, who threw her out in the middle of the night.

Stefan, who was as cold and cruel as any man.

Stefan, a man capable of awful things.

Stefan, the man who probably saved her life last night.

She had tried to run away from it; she tried to tell herself that he was the consummate liar; she convinced herself that she was the biggest dupe in the world. But last night disproved all of that. The understanding and acceptance she was looking for, chased all her life, sought in every relationship. She had found it. The only problem was that she had found it with Stefan Cassadine.

" Last night was an aberration. A Mistake. One that I don't intend to repeat."

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Stefan rolled over in his bed. As he reached out, he realized that Bobbie was no longer there. He sat up and purveyed the room, and thought about the frenzy of last night. He picked up the phone and dialed.

" Alexis Davis."

" Alexis, it's me. I want you to file the papers for contesting the divorce."

" Am I to understand that you have indeed resumed marital relations with Bobbie?"

" Yes. They were most definitely resumed."

" Congratulations Stefan. But, before you get too self-assured and pleased, I would like for you to remember that this is only half the battle. You STILL have to get Bobbie to move back into Wyndermere."

" Alexis, I know what is at stake. But let me enjoy the completion of this phase of the plan."

" And how well did you enjoy it, cousin."

" Alexis, a gentleman never kisses and tells. Now, file those papers. And I will see you back here, at Wyndermere for lunch."

" Alright, see you then . Bye."

" Bye."

Stefan got up to take a shower. Last night was but the first step. His second assault on Bobbie's heart would begin today.

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Hello, this is SIP. This ends Mr. Immigration Man. I will soon begin Mr. Immigration Man, Part 2: The Assault (on Bobbie's heart). I would appreciate any and all comments about the story. Too fast, too slow, how about the characters? Did I accurately portray them? Thank you for any and all comments.

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