Part 14 – LAST PART! THANKS FOR READING!

"You are not staying in a room alone with him!" Robert shouted at his daughter in the middle of the hotel lobby, uncaring as to who heard him.

"You don't get to tell me what to do." Robin put her hands on her hips and glared at him. The hours of travel through and from the Markham Islands to New Zealand had taken its toll on her physical appearance, as well as her temper, but she didn't give a damn and stood facing off with her father regardless of the fact that her shirt was torn, her face dirty and her hair shooting out every which way from the haphazard pony tail she had tied it into hours ago.

"Did you come all this way to once again tell me what a terrible father I am?"

"I meant that I'm a twenty-eight year woman and a doctor." Robin just resisted stomping her foot. "So cut out the…"

"All right, enough." Anna, ever a brave woman, stepped between the two fuming Scorpios. "Robin gets to decide not you. Go. I'll take care of your father; I've been looking forward to that."

"And you saved me so you could kick my…." Robert was on the ground before he could finish the sentence.

"Your mother just…" Patrick pointed in shock and instinctively moved forward to provide a doctor's care, but Robin grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the elevator of the four-star hotel Anna had chosen and made Robert pay for. "It's foreplay Patrick and you don't want to get in the middle."

"Foreplay? That's foreplay? Glad I didn't know that before I became your boyfriend." Patrick leaned against the elevator wall, crossed his arms and smirked at her.

"You are not my boyfriend." Robin couldn't quite bite back her smile as she feigned intense interest in the floor indicator above the elevator doors.

"Okay, then I get the shower first."

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Robin let out a wolf whistle when Patrick walked out of the shower clad only in a low slung towel.

"You didn't join me." Patrick put his hands on his hips and pouted.

"You didn't ask me," Robin said pointedly.

"You're right." Patrick's dimple peeped out and he stalked over to where Robin was sitting on the couch. "Your turn to shower." He leaned down and rubbed a smudge on her cheek with his thumb. Robin bat his hand away and stood up, forcing him backwards.

"Ooops!" he put his hands to his face dramatically as his towel dropped to the floor.

Robin bit her lip and took a nice look before flouncing away into the bathroom for her own shower. The click of the bathroom door lock was audible.

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"Are you ever going get dressed?" Robin was wrapped in a towel and using the other one to dry her hair. She was leaning against the doorway of the bathroom looking at Patrick who was laying buck naked on the bed reading the room service menu.

"Can't."

"You can't get dressed? Did you forget how?" Robin walked over to the side of the bed and raised an eyebrow at him.

"No clothes." Patrick put his arms behind his head and smirked at her.

"No clothes?" Robin stopped drying her hair. "You didn't pack a change of clothes?"

"Oh, I did. They just kind of got lost when Dillon and I got, er, nabbed."

"So you have no clothes." Robin failed to stifle a snicker.

"Not even a passport."

"Did you think to maybe mention it earlier?"

"Didn't think of it. I was just so relieved to see my globe-trotting girlfriend safe and sound."

"Safe and sound and saving your ass," Robin mumbled and tossed her wet towel at him and picked up the hotel phone. "Anna Devane's room please." She ducked when Patrick threw the towel at her and rolled her eyes when he slid his hand down his stomach to rest daringly close to his groin. The blush in her cheeks, though, belied her pretense at indifference to his naked state of arousal.

"Dad? I was trying to call….oh, hi Mom. You're in the same hotel room and conscious. I guess that's a good sign. Patrick and Dillion don't have their luggage anymore…"

"Or passports."

Robin sighed. "Or passports. They lost track of it all when they got themselves kidnapped trying to save us. Thanks, Mom. Don't hurt Daddy too much."

"It's not nice to laugh at the man who followed you around the world to rescue you," Patrick said after she hung up.

Robin slipped her knees onto the bed and edged towards Patrick. She looked down at him, her cheeks still flushed and a smile on her lips. "You're my hero." She bit her lip and looked him in the eyes. "I do appreciate the sentiment that brought you here and I'm really, really glad that you're okay." She dropped to her side next to him and put her hand over his heart. "You could have gotten hurt."

Patrick covered her hand with his own. He put his other arm around Robin's body and pulled her to him. "I was worried about you. All I could picture was you slumped over in the locker room during the epidemic. I had to come."

Robin closed her eyes and breathed in his clean, masculine scent. It had barely been a day since she last saw him and she had missed him. She sighed when he gathered her more closely against him.

"Does coming to save your father's life mean you've forgiven him?" Patrick asked after a few minutes of silence.

"It means I think he's too feeble to be chasing around the globe for an adrenaline high." She sighed and lifted her head to rest her chin on his chest and look up at Patrick. "I have to forgive him. He's my father and he's only human. How I feel about it all, I'll have to get back to you on." She sighed.

"Glad to hear you're finally taking your own advice, Scorpio." Patrick ran his hand up her bare back. "Now, how about a kiss for my efforts?"

"Just a kiss?" Robin ran a teasing finger down the center of his chest and down to his waist.

"Weeelllll." With a swiftness that made her gasp, Patrick flipped them over and she was on her back with him looming over her. "You are wearing too much." He tugged at the knot of her towel. He bared her chest to his view and licked his lips, looked into her eyes and then leaned down to take one nipple between his teeth. When Robin was writhing under him he switched his mouth to the other while his hands held her hips still.

"Condoms. Please tell me you are as big a pig as I think you are and you packed condoms," she moaned and held onto his shoulders. When he froze above she dropped her head down and opened her eyes. "I'm sorr…"

"I did." Patrick moved off her and dropped down onto the bed next to her. He kept a hand on her hip. "I did pack condoms. They're in my overnight bag."

"Which you lost." Robin blew a breath out. "Damn."

"You so want me," Patrick taunted.

"Oh my god." Robin rolled her eyes and laughed. "You are such an ass!"

"Only one thing to do then."

"Yeah?" Robin looked down at his waist and then back up into his face. She was smirking. "What's that?"

Patrick reached over and grabbed the house phone. "This is room 1013, we need a large box of condoms with spermicidal jelly sent up. Make sure they're ribbed for her pleasure."

Robin's jaw dropped open and her face flushed in mortification.

"And make sure that the order is placed on the bill. Very prominently so Mr. Scorpio is aware of the charge."

Long after Patrick hung up Robin lay staring up at him in complete shock.

"They said it would be about fifteen minutes, which in hotel time means about an hour. How crazy do you think we can drive each other in that time?"

"I can't believe you just did that!" Robin sputtered.

"Oh, get over it, Dr. Scorpio." Patrick put his hand on her breast and gave her his best leer. When she was still clearly embarrassed he pulled the towel back around her body and stroked her cheek. "I'll pay cash, actually you'll pay cash since my wallet is also missing. Man, you owe me big for this Scorpio. I'm going to have to go to the DMV." He grimaced.

"I'll pay cash." Robin began to laugh. "That was such a Patrick Drake thing to do though."

"Yeah? Is that a good thing?" He licked his lips and smiled down at her.

"Yeah. It's a good thing." Robin's face got serious. "You said something once to me and I want to set the record straight. I like you just the way you are Patrick, as much as you infuriate me, I did make it sound like you were a pet project and that wasn't my intention."

"But in a way I was your pet project, Robin." He put his fingers over her lips when she tried to object. "I…" he stopped and sighed and rested his forehead against hers. "Without you I would never have made peace with my father. He would have probably, no definitely died before we ever could." Patrick swallowed past a lump in his throat. His eyes filled with tears. "I never would have known what it was like to open my heart again."

He stroked some wet hairs that stuck to her cheek back. Her own eyes were filled as she looked at him.

"I said I wanted to just have sex with you and then move on. Maybe I even really believed it, but the moment I touched you deep down inside I knew I could never stop. I was just…everything I ever accused you of being. We're quite a pair, Scorpio. I really think that you should be my girlfriend and save everyone else the trouble of dealing with us. I promise to infuriate you as much as possible."

"That still wasn't a question." Robin bit her lip and a tear ran down her cheek.

Patrick wiped the tear and snorted. "You're just as infuriating as I am, by the way. So, Dr. Scorpio, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend." Patrick grinned and shook his head.

"Dr. Hottie, I would be honored." She put her arms around his neck.

Then there was a knock at the door.

THE END

A/N: Thanks everyone for sticking in there and for the awesome feedback. This has been my favorite (to date) scrubs fic to write. Thanks to my "secret" guardian! I couldn't have done this without you!