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Mr. Immigration Man, Chapter 7




Bobbie was asleep in Lucas' Hospital room. She was awoken by a hand on her shoulder. Startled, she turned around, and....

" Stefan?"

" How is he, Barbara?"

"He's in a diabetic coma. He's holding his own. I guess that's
something."

"That's everything."

"Felicia told me that you were brought into the ER. Why?"

" I was cut in the catacombs and had 'minor surgery'."

" I hate to disillusion you, but there's no such thing as "minor
surgery. Should you be walking around?"

Stefan laughs.

"What's so funny?"

" I am not mocking you, Barbara. It's just humorous that you cannot get away from your nature. You are, at your essence, as nurturer. Mother, nurse. The label's interchangeable. But that is who you are."

" You're being kind."

" Just telling the truth."

" Are you alright, Stefan?"

" They said a day in the hospital and I should be fine. Although, I am
already beginning to tire of recuperation. That is why I had to come
and check on you and Lucas. Is there anyting that I can do for you?"

" No. I don't think so. Stefan, there IS something that I need to ask
you. I want to know...."

" BOBBIE? Excuse me, Stefan. I just got up. I was going to go and pick
up the girls, but if you need for me to stay, I will."

" No, Ruby called and said she'd be here this morning. I'll be fine. You
know...I need to take a walk. I'm sure Tony will be here soon. Would you stay until he got here Felicia?"

" Of course."

"Stefan. Thank you. We'll talk later/"

Bobbie leaves the room. Felicia and Stefan are left there, staring each
other down.
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Alexis is looking over at Nikolas. He was sleeping on the couch in the
the hospital lounge. Her cell phone rang.

"Alexis Davis."

"Alexis, this is Katherine. I'm trying to find Stefan. Mrs. Lansbury
said he was at the hospital."

"Yes, Stefan is at General Hospital."

"Well, can I get in touch with him?"

"He's occupied right now."

" I think he'd talk to me."

" Katherine, he's with Bobbie. You may not know it, but Lucas is ill."

" Yes, I do know. Stefan told me."

"Well, then you understand that Stefan is busy and quite preoccupied at the moment. So, if you don't mind......"

" I called the penthouse, but I got no answer."

"Nikolas, like Stefan, is at Bobbie's side. But if what you want is that
important, I will go and get them."

"No, that's not necessary. I will contact Stefan later."

" Alright. Goodbye Katherine."

"Goodbye."
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Stefan and Felicia are in Lucas' room.

"Well, I shall be going."

"Not so fast, Stefan. I want you to stay away from Bobbie. You're the
last person that she needs around her at this point."

"Oh? Really?"

(Nikolas opens the door. He cannot be seen, but hears all)

"Yes, Really. You don't think that I don't notice how you're preying on
her?"

"Preying? Have I traded my vampire garb for vulture's wings?"

"Have you?"

"Ms. Jones, Barbara is goign through a difficult time now. I believe she
needs all the support she can."

"Yes, she needs support from her FRIENDS, of which YOU don't qualify. The LAST thing Bobbie needs is YOU."

"And you are the expert on what Barbara needs?"

"Right now? Yes."

"That's quite condescending."

"That's rich, coming from you. But I stand by what I said. Bobbie may
need a man's support.. But You're NOT that man. She doesn't need a man who threw her out in the middle of the night, with just the clothes on her back."

"I doubt that Barbara has informed you of the entire story."

"I don't care. Whatever she did, you probably deserved it. What am I
saying, "probably"? Any man who thinks going from Bobbie to Katherine is a "trade up"..well..."

"Ms. Jones, My uncle saved Lucas' life..."

"Well, that's nice, Nikolas. But as they say, even a broken clock is
right twice a day."

"I think you're out of line."

"Now, now Nikolas. Ms. Jones is entitled to her opinions, however
incorrect they are. I am here to help, Ms. Jones, nothing else. I know
what Lucas means to Barbara, and as a parent myself, I would not wish
this agony on anyone. Especially someone that has already paid the
ultimate price. I will leave now. Let's go, Nikolas."

"Bye."

Nikolas and Stefan left the room.

"Uncle?"

" Yes, Nikolas."

" I think what she said was totally uncalled for and wrong."

" Now, Nikolas. Ms. Jones was just being protective of Barbara."

"Uncle?"

"Yes, Nikolas."

" I will never forget what you did for Lucas and Bobbie. How you risked yourself. It was a true act of bravery."

" Nikolas, any number of men would have done what I did."

" There wasn't any number of men who crawled those catacombs for Lucas. It was you. Thank you."

" Well, you're welcome."

" I had Mrs. Lansbury send some of your favorite scones over. They
should be in your room by now. Would you like to have breakfast with
Alexis and myself?"

" I would like that a great deal, Nikolas. A great deal."
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Felicia is in Lobby. Ruby came as Bobbie said she would. She runs into
Mac.

" I just thought I'd pick you up. Thought you'd be tired. But you don't
look tired. You look irritated."

" I just had a run in with Stefan Cassadine."

" Oh. That explains it. What about?"

" Bobbie, and how she did not need him around. I mean Mac, he's like a shark. He sees how vulnerable Bobbie is, and he's circling her."

" Don't you think you're being a bit cynical? After all, he did save
Lucas' life."

" For what reason?"

" Oh...maybe he doesn't like dead children."

" I don't think that bothers him."

" Man, we are testy today. So...what are you gonna do about it?"

" Besides stick to Bobbie like glue? Find Luke."

" Luke is somewhere in Europe driving with his family. We can't get in touch with him for a month...remember?"

" Well, we ARE PI's, right? Let's do some hunting. We are going to find Luke. If there is anyone that Bobbie needs, it's him. Let's go."

" Where?"

"To the office...and the "Find the Spencers" Game begins."
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