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Date Posted: 18:14:40 06/04/01 Mon
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's message, "Eternal Ties" on 17:53:29 05/24/01 Thu
**Motorcycle Shop**
He thought it would be still rumble, a shrine to his fallen youth. A sign of his lost innocence. The remembrance of tragedy.
But it wasn’t. Someone rebuilt it, someone built a new bike shop even. Lucky looked around to the side where he had entered so often on his way to his apartment.
“Cappuccino?” he muttered to himself as he gazed upon the sign, wondering how they ever came up with combining motorcycles and coffee.
“Cute huh?” a perky young woman asked. She was tiny and cute; her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. “Sure, it’s a gimmick, but it works.”
Lucky smiled, the girl seemed friendly enough. “If you say so,” Lucky noted as he followed her inside.
“Jamal, my boyfriend, isn’t totally into this cross marketing sort of thing. But he’s good with the bikes, so I let him go,” she explained with a laugh. “Oh, I’m Allison by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Alison, I’m --.” Lucky paused, unsure how to introduce himself. “Do you know Lucky Spencer?”
“I know of him, may have met him once, but can’t remember, is that you?” Alison asked as she went to work making Lucky a cappuccino.
“You can say that,” Lucky said with a sigh. He was about to go on when a young man came out from the back. “Jamal?”
“No, that’s Jack—Jamal’s out of town for a couple of weeks. Some motorcycle convention or something,” Alison explained.
“Nice to meet you,” Lucky said, extending his hand. “So you two don’t really hang out with Elizabeth Webber or Nikolas Cassadine or Emily Quartermaine?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders, “Nah, not really. That crowd, they’re kind of their own crowd. Just like we’re out own, why?”
“I, um—this is going to sound really strange. And I have no right to ask anything from you two, we just met but you may be my only hope,” Lucky explained as the trio sat down at one of the tiny tables. “My name is Lucky Spencer. I was kidnapped over two years ago. Helena Cassadine kidnapped someone else, programmed him to be me, brainwashed him, and let him loose in Port Charles. She has done something that has caused my family and friends to totally believe this other guy is me. I need someone who wasn’t close to me before the fire and who hasn’t had much contact with the person everyone thinks is Lucky.”
“And you want us?” Alison asked, somewhat stunned by Lucky’s story. “Why?”
“To be honest, this is where I used to live before the fire, and running into you two seems like it’s fate or something. Not to mention, you aren’t related to my former life in the slightest. . . I just need a friend or two. I can’t promise anything, and things may get heated and dangerous, but many lives can end up at stake. But I need help,” Lucky explained, his voice breaking with emotion.
“Imposters, kidnapping, mind control? That’s all a bit heavy,” Jack stated with a grin. “But I’ve heard some pretty wicked tales about your family and the Cassadines. And from what I can tell, helping another human being isn’t a bad fight to fight. I’m in.”
“Me too,” Alison added. “I’m a bit freaked by this whole thing but—your eyes are telling the truth. What do you need us to do?”
“To start, don’t tell anyone about me. If you start talking about Lucky Spencer, people will think you are talking about the imposter, and it’ll only lead to disaster. And to be safe, just refer to me as Spence,” Lucky said.
“Anyone, I have a girlfriend, can I tell her?”
Lucky shook his head. “The less people who know is the best. Listen, if you want to pull out, I understand.”
“No, no,” Jack started, “Livvie will eventually understand.”
“Yeah, Jamal will too, you’re secret is safe with us,” Alison urged. “Anything else.”
“Well,” Lucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I need a place to live and some cash to buy clothes and stuff.”
“No problem, we have a spare room, and we’ll lone you the money. The room has a back exit and we basically use it for storage of the coffee stuff right now, so nobody really goes in there but me. We can change the lock and only you and I will have a key to get in,” Alison said, laying out the specifics Lucky needed to hear.
“This sounds great. You have no reason to help a man you just met, but thank you, I’ll do everything in my means not to make you regret this.”
Alison smiled, nudging Jack in the side, “I think it sounds like fun. I’ve always had this penchant for adventure.”
**Kelly’s**
Elizabeth wandered into the diner, both mentally and physically exhausted. The night was a disaster. Not only did her friends and family, those that showed anyway, seemed downright disappointed with the news of the engagement, but Lucky ended up being arrested.
It didn’t make sense. Sure, she knew Lucky had a temper, she had even seen him fight with Nikolas at the Nurse’s Ball once. But attacking Stefan Cassadine? It just didn’t fit.
But then again, a lot of Lucky’s actions had ceased making sense to her lately. His proposal, and the way in which he did it. So desperate, so sudden. It seemed that he no longer had time for the grand gestures of romance that so touched her heart.
To say she was disappointed to have Lucky propose in a video game arcade was an understatement. Thinking back on their date to the No Name, Christmas Eve before the fire, and Valentine’s Day gave Elizabeth huge expectations for Lucky proposing marriage. She knew it would come, and she wanted it.
Elizabeth still held fiercely onto the dream she and Lucky had before the fire. He was her happily ever after; he was the man she was destined to spend her life. A large part of her wanted to go to Italy with Jason; it was a nice idea. Jason treated her in ways that she remembered Lucky treating her. He was caring and tender, he listened honestly and told her the straight truth. And with Lucky acting so differently, so erratically since his return, Elizabeth sought solace in what Jason represented.
But it wouldn’t have been fair to anyone for Elizabeth to go with him. Elizabeth couldn’t love Jason the way he needed. He wasn’t Lucky. Nobody could ever be Lucky.
So lost in her thoughts Elizabeth sat down at the counter and didn’t even realize there was someone sitting next to her.
“Wow, that’s some ring.”
“Hm? What?” Elizabeth muttered, snapping back to reality. She turned, finding Carly sitting to her left. “Oh, thanks.”
“Oh right, we hate each other, sorry I didn’t mean to compliment your ring,” Carly said, taken back by Elizabeth’s not even cold reply. She could accept that, even welcome it, but the absolutely nonchalantness about it almost unnerved Carly. “What’s up Lizzie? Don’t want to talk?”
“Listen Carly, I’ve had the night from hell, the last thing I want to do is get in some sort of asinine argument with you. Ok?”
Carly nodded and went back to the magazine she was reading while she waited for Bobbie to arrive. The silence driving her nuts, Carly shut the magazine and looked at Elizabeth again.
“Not that it matters much, but I’ve had my share of nights from hell recently. You probably know Sonny and I are getting a divorce and, well, my life pretty much sucks right now. I’m desperately trying to get along with AJ so he doesn’t take my son away from and I’m trying to salvage some sort of relationship with Sonny. So honey, I’ve been there, knee deep in fact.” Carly wasn’t sure why she divulged so much to Elizabeth, but amazingly it felt good. And what felt even better was the fact that Elizabeth looked understanding, something Carly didn’t expect.
“I heard about that, I’m sorry. Sonny really did love you,” Elizabeth said sadly. She took a breath and made the plunge, “Lucky was arrested tonight for beating up Stefan.”
“I knew it! He’s a psycho little bastard,” Carly declared a bit too triumphantly.
“I’m not saying he did it Carly, after all this is Stefan Cassadine we are talking about. He almost got Lucky killed when he was young, some computer game or something. He is most likely lying, in fact Stefan probably attacked him,” Elizabeth argued, trying her best to stand up for her fiancé.
“Sure, yeah, then why don’t I believe you? Listen Lizzie, your little boyfriend attacked Jason once with a knife, a second time in the park while I was standing there. Don’t you think there has to be a reason why Stefan and Jason are beating up on Lucky? He obviously provoked it. I didn’t know Lucky well before the fire, but there is something seriously off with him,” Carly warned.
Elizabeth sighed deeply. “Yeah, well, I love him and I’m not about to turn my back on him—not for anything.”
“Even if it means you are in danger?” Carly asked as she stood up and moved to the door to see if her mother was coming.
“What? Carly, Lucky would never do anything to hurt me, never,” Elizabeth state adamantly. “He loves me more than anything.”
“Maybe he loves you too much, ever think of that?” Carly challenged.
“Too much? There isn’t ever too much love.”
Carly spotted Bobbie coming and opened the door to leave. “A word of warning Lizzie, Lucky isn’t the same person you fell in love with. I didn’t know him well, but anyone with eyes can tell he’s changed—and not for the better. Take care of yourself, I’d hate to lose my favorite sparring partner.”
Carly left, leaving Elizabeth with a million unanswered questions. Sure, Lucky had changed. But a year being held captive would change anyone. No, Lucky may have gotten into a few fistfights, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. That wasn’t possible. Not Lucky, not her Lucky.
**The Park**
Zander and Emily strolled slowly through the park, Emily rambling on about her family and whatever else was on her mind. All the while, the only thing Zander could think of was Alexis. His mother.
It almost didn’t seem real. But it felt right.
Not that it took away from how angry and hurt he was that she felt she couldn’t tell him. After everything they had been through, all those nights they’d meet in the kitchen and end up talking endlessly about their lives and troubles and everything in general. After all that she still couldn’t trust him with the truth. It made him so angry he wanted to break something. It made him so angry he wanted to disappoint her, to prove her right, to prove that he couldn’t be trusted.
It was a pattern in his life. Break the hearts of the people who trust and love you. He had one true friend growing up in Miami. A kid he used to play baseball with, a kid by the name of Rich. They were inseparable, Rich genuinely loved Zander like a brother. It suffocated him, scared the hell out of the young man. His family life was hell. His mother died, and his father was anything but a father. He never knew what it was like to have someone who loved and trusted him. He had to break away. But no matter what Zander did, Rich stuck by him. It wasn’t until Zander found his weak point, Rich’s girlfriend, that he was able to break the bond. Zander wasn’t particularly interested in Rich’s girlfriend, not interested except for the fact that sleeping with her would break Rich’s heart, it would break his trust. And Zander needed to do that.
He did.
And now he wanted to break Alexis’s heart. He wanted to hurt her the way she hurt him. He wanted to hurt her, because she loved him. But something was stopping him.
Emily.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Emily noticed with a smile, looking up into his light brown eyes with a sigh. “Something on your mind?”
“Do you know how much I love you?” Zander asked with haunted smile. “You make me want to be a better man.”
Emily stopped walking, reaching out and cupping Zander’s face. “I love you too . . .but what prompted this.”
Zander shook his head, not wanting to dump his problems on her. He knew he should probably tell Emily, that she could help him deal. But even without her knowing she was helping him. Emily was the one grounding force in his life. He didn’t want to reject her love and trust, it made him better, and he didn’t ever want to lose that.
“What would you say to a hot fudge sundae?” Zander quizzed with a smile, trying to put his bad mood behind him. “My treat!”
“Only if you promise to tell me what is wrong.”
Zander’s face fell as they sat down on one of the benches. “You won’t let it go until I tell you, right?”
“Of course,” Emily said softly, touching his face to let him know she would be there no matter what. “You can tell me anything.”
“You know how I haven’t told you much about my family and all? Well, the people I grew up with are nothing to speak of. We were poor, but that didn’t bother me. I kind of wore it as a badge or something. What I was ashamed of was my dad and the fact that he never gave a shit about me or anything. I was ashamed to tell you that. But now, as I found out tonight, he wasn’t even my father, granted I don’t know who my real father is. But I sure as hell know who my real mother is.”
“That’s great—who is it?”
Zander looked up to the sky and then into Emily’s eyes for support. “It’s really ironic, actually. My mother, is none other than Alexis. The woman I’ve been living with, the woman who defended me against murder charges, the woman who couldn’t trust me with the truth. I confronted her about it tonight, but she kept saying she couldn’t tell me or ever contact me about it because of the Cassadines.”
Emily looked stunned, but held on Zander’s hand tightly. “This is—huge Zander. And I know you are mad and angry at Alexis for keeping the truth, but because it is of the Cassadines isn’t an excuse. Helena is insane, she’d sure enough kill you she hates Alexis that much.”
Zander stood up suddenly, holding out his hand to Emily. “Let’s get out of here, this isn’t the place to be discussing this. Anyone could be listening.”
The young couple hurried out of the park, unbeknownst to them that Zander was right. But not just anyone was listening.
“Well, isn’t that interesting Andreas?” Helena asked with a smirk. “I’d really hate to prove little Miss Quartermaine right but . . . I think exterminating Alexis’s only child would be a perfect test for Lucky. Don’t you?”
“Whatever you say Madame.”
“But I’ll deal with this . . . you know what you have to do.”
Andreas nodded, “Yes Madame. I will find out where Stavros and Spencer disappeared to.”
“It is of the utmost importance Andreas, especially Stavros. The Lucky situation is temporarily under control, but it mustn’t get worse.”
**PC Grille—Bar**
“Stefan Cassadine, I can’t believe you did that!” Chloe declared as she crossed the bar to the table he was sitting at. “What has Elizabeth Webber ever done to you that you’d ruin her engagement party like that?”
“Chloe, I’m so glad you could join me,” Stefan motioned for her to sit down, and prayed she’d lower her voice.
“Well, are you going to answer me? Why would you do such a thing?”
Stefan straightened up in the chair and looked at Chloe seriously. “Lucky Spencer is a menace to this town, he attacked me like a wild animal and I’m sure he’s attacked others. It was my duty to get him off the streets by calling the police. If you don’t approve, I’m sorry, it had to be done.”
Chloe continued standing at the table, her glare unwavering. “It could have waited one day Stefan. Elizabeth is innocent in all of this. I couldn’t care less about Lucky Spencer, but Elizabeth Webber deserved her moment on top tonight. How could you?”
“Listen, Chloe, I regret that I caused Miss Webber any discomfort tonight. Not that tonight was a glorious crowning moment in her relationship with the Spencer boy anyhow,” Stefan explained, keeping calm and collected.
Chloe leaned forward, placing her palms on the table as she looked into Stefan’s eyes. “What do you mean?”
“If you had seen the faces of the participants at the dinner you’d know. About the only people who seemed genuinely happy were the groom-to-be and my nephew’s misguided girlfriend. Other than that, the feelings were mixed, but not pleased.”
Chloe clenched her jaw angrily, “Well Stefan, I’m glad you could justify your behavior. Is that why you called me down here?”
“No, I actually wanted to see you. My motive was not to explain or justify my behavior this evening, technically I don’t believe it needed any justification.”
Chloe rolled her eyes, “Yeah, well, I’m busy. Leave me out of your war with the Spencers and your mother, please.”
Stefan was going to stop Chloe from leaving when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder and heard a familiar, annoying chuckle.
“Try as you may Steffin, blondes don’t seem to agree with you,” Luke chuckled as he sat down across from Stefan. “And, they’re getting younger. Maybe you should drop this oedipal thing of yours and find a hot brunette or red head to have fun with.”
“Luke, what do you want?” Stefan asked shortly.
“I was really impressed by your little performance tonight. Brava,” Luke said, clapping his hands mockingly.
“You’re rather humorous,” Stefan deadpanned as he leaned back confidently in his seat. “If you are going to make some vague threat for me putting your son in jail, save it. I’m not in the mood.”
“Not at all, Vlad. Not. At. All. I’m here to thank you, which I thought would happen over my dead body. Of course, I may be dead, in that case, ain’t this a laugh,” he joked, quickly downing the shot of whiskey he had taken with him. “Anyhow, you did me a favor. Lucky’s better off where your mommy can’t get to him.”
“So you believe she’s controlling him again?”
“Isn’t it rather obvious…and what is even more distressing, your mother gave Lucky Stavros’s ring to Laura, to give to Elizabeth,” Luke paused and smiled, “wow, say that ten time’s fast.”
“She did what?” Stefan gasped. “Does Laura know?”
“Yeah, we’re trying to keep things somewhat low key, we don’t want to distress Elizabeth too much,” Luke noted.
Stefan narrowed his eyes, “Might she not be in danger? After all, if Helena views her as a threat, she won’t hesitate to eliminate her.”
“Nothing will happen to Elizabeth, I won’t let it,” Luke vowed. “Anyway, if you’re serious and willing, I’m game in forming an alliance of sorts. Helena needs to be stopped before anyone gets killed. I’d probably be able to do it on my own and all, but it may get done faster with your aid.”
“Exactly what would this hypothetical alliance be?” Stefan questioned skeptically.
“I know from past experience you’re pretty good with computers. And while I have some knowledge, it’s nowhere near my kid’s. Not to mention, he recently destroyed my computer, so I’ve got that to worry about. My proposition is you decode the discs and I’ll do the legwork. You find what Helena is hiding on the discs, I’ll find where she’s hiding it.”
“And our reward is, what, Helena finally finished?”
Luke nodded, “Isn’t that what you want?”
“Of course. But I can’t agree to anything unless Nikolas is kept unharmed and he returns to the family and his role as Prince.”
“Well, Steffin, I don’t know how to get the UnPrince to be a Prince again. But I promise I won’t intentionally put the kid in harm’s way. You know, I won’t push him over a cliff or down stairs or anything,” Luke zinged with a snide laugh. “So are you in?”
Stefan hesitated for a moment, finally holding out his hand to Luke. “Agreed . . .this is some sort of unholy alliance, you do realize that?”
Luke chuckled as he shook his sworn enemy’s hand. “Hell yeah, and it is healthy we both see it that way. Otherwise, I’d be afraid you’d end up wanting to be my friend or something.”
“No Luke, that truly would be over your dead body.”
**The Cottage**
Nikolas entered his cottage, slamming the front door in frustration, causing Gia to come running down the stairs, a worried expression on her face.
“Thank God you’re home,” she said breathlessly, throwing her arms around his neck. “How’s Lucky?”
“They wouldn’t let me see him,” Nikolas said glumly as they moved to the couch. He sat down, placing his feet on the table. “I can’t believe my uncle did this.”
“Is it true?”
Nikolas frowned, ripping off his tie and throwing it on the table. “Yeah, I was there. Lucky went after Stefan like a crazed animal.”
“Then, and don’t take this the wrong way Nikolas, isn’t Stefan right?”
“Something is wrong with Lucky, something big. Stefan knows that and he was just getting some sick sort of revenge on Luke or Lucky or me, I don’t know, but he shouldn’t have pressed charges,” Nikolas explained. “I have to protect Lucky from my family, and I’ll do anything to do it Gia. Even if it means lying about what happened, I’ll do it.”
Gia nodded, but didn’t really understand. “Do you think Lucky is dangerous? I mean, why would he attack your uncle so fiercely?”
“I don’t know but . . . putting him in jail, making him angry and worked up, that’s not the way to control him. This is all just so messed up Gia,” Nikolas said, his eyes tired and dark. “You know the ring he gave Liz?”
Gia nodded, her eyes lighting up, “That rock he found at an estate sale?”
“Yeah, it doesn’t, I don’t think he found it at an estate sale. It looks so familiar to me, I just can’t place it,” Nikolas explained, reaching out for Gia’s hands. “I don’t want to think about this anymore, not for tonight at least. Tomorrow, first thing, I’ll be back fighting for my brother. But right now, I don’t want to think about it.”
“Really?” Gia asked suggestively as she stood up, pulling Nikolas up as well.
“Yeah,” he whispered, looking into her welcoming eyes.
“I think you’ve come to the right place then,” she leaned forward and slowly, sensually kissed him.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you Gia, you make me smile and laugh when I think it’s impossible. I really do love you,” he declared, a faint sign of a smile on his serious face.
“And I love you, which is why I think we’re so good together.”
**Penthouse 4**
Alexis sat on the couch, closely watching Sonny as he paced in front of the fireplace.
“When you came to me last fall and told me about Zander I thought everything would come crumbling down around us. That one moment we shared . . .we were just kids ourselves . . . never in my life did I think it would back around and haunt me. Then I realized that even if we never spoke of our past and our son, that we could still protect him from afar. I knew I was ripping you apart when I let you think Sorel had Zander but . . . that’s not even the point anymore. If anyone finds out Zander is our son . . .” Sonny shook his head, his thoughts clouded by worry and scotch.
“You never told Carly, did you?” Alexis asked hesitantly.
“I did actually . . . right before we split, she was going on about wanting a child, wanting to get pregnant. She couldn’t understand why I couldn’t go there. I blurted out about you and I and Zander once. I tried to explain it to her, and I think she understood that . . . that I was afraid I would end up letting down another child, that I’d mess him up like Zander.”
Alexis stood up, and placed a friendly hand on Sonny’s shoulder. “You didn’t mess up Zander, he’s a good kid. All his problems, they lie at the feet of the family who raised him. You are the last person to be blamed. If anyone is to be blamed, it’s me. I’m the one who gave him for adoption and didn’t tell anyone, not by brother, no one. I could have looked for you, and told you, but I was too scared. Zander paid for my mistakes, no one else’s.”
“So what are we going to do Alexis?”
“I don’t know. But we are going to have to eventually tell him that not only am I his mother, but you’re his father and . . . from there, just hope he can someday forgive us. Forgive me.”
**Kelly’s—Liz’s room**
Elizabeth yawned widely as she laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was exhausted but couldn’t sleep. Lucky being arrested, his desperation to get married, Carly’s warning, and Elizabeth’s own feeling of worry wouldn’t let her rest.
She stood up, pulling on her silk robe and walking to the window. She opened it, flashing back all those years ago to her room at Audrey’s house.
How many times she’d open that window to have Lucky come crawling in. It was a time in her life she missed. A time she craved for. They both had lost their innocence violently, but there was something so pure and innocent about being with Lucky then. All she had to do was look in his eyes and feel everything was right in the world.
He had a way about him, a confidence that was contagious. At a time when she needed strength, he helped her find it. He didn’t give it to her, no, Lucky was more than that. Lucky helped her to look inside, to find her own strength.
It was different now. Lucky needed the strength, he needed her. But he didn’t make sense to her. She loved him, she wanted to make this work, but he was so different and distant. He’d disappear for hours, even days, and come back with a vague excuse she didn’t quite believe. Elizabeth didn’t want to think he was lying, but she couldn’t help but not think it.
“But why would he lie?” Elizabeth muttered to herself as she crawled out onto the balcony. Her hair was pulled back in a tie, which she removed from her hair. The hair tie slipped from her hands and fell over the balcony. “Oh crap,” she muttered, watching it flutter to the ground.
**
Lucky decided to take a walk after Jack and Alison helped him get settled in. Jack lent Lucky a flannel shirt, which was needed on the cool Spring night.
He didn’t know where he was going, or if he should even be out walking around. He knew he was putting himself in danger of Helena finding him and taking him back. But he had to get out, he had to revel in his freedom for just a moment.
It was over two years since he took a walk under the moonlight. The last time was one of the best. It was after the dinner at Kelly’s with Nikolas and Emily, Lucky walked Elizabeth home. Everything was so perfect then. Almost too perfect, destined to end he supposed.
Lucky stopped in his tracks when he realized he was at Kelly’s. Not wanting to deal with running into another friend who wouldn’t recognize him, Lucky slipped around the corner and took a deep breath.
He almost didn’t notice the object that came floating down towards him from above.
“What the?” Lucky muttered as he held the cloth hair tie in his hand.
“Hey you, buddy, that’s mine?”
Lucky wheeled around and looked up, his heart stopping.
It was Elizabeth. Her hair was flowing, her lavender robe waving in the wind, her face glowing in the moonlight. Lucky couldn’t breath. She looked like a dream. He wasn’t prepared or ready to handle this moment. Lucky wanted to run, but he couldn’t move.
“Yeah?” Lucky asked, holding the hair tie in his hand, unable to look away from Elizabeth.
“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right down for it,” Elizabeth said, Lucky could see her wink before she disappeared back into the room.
He couldn’t believe he forgot she lived there. Helena had made sure he knew everything, every last detail of Elizabeth’s life, and it tormented him. But for a moment he forgot everything and was just mesmerized by what felt like a dream.
“Hey, thanks for catching that,” Elizabeth said as she stepped out of the door.
Lucky smiled timidly. She looked even more amazing up close.
“No, no problem,” Lucky whispered, handing it to her. “But, uh, next time maybe you shouldn’t throw it over the side.”
Elizabeth laughed, looking the attractive young man over curiously. “I’ll try and keep that in mind,” she joked, taking the tie from him.
He looked familiar, but she wasn’t sure why. “Thanks, I mean it. I’m Elizabeth by the way.”
Lucky smiled as she held out her hand. He took it, his heart racing at the simple touch. “Nice to meet you.”
“And you are? Or is this moment going to go down as the time the mysterious, cute stranger rescued my hair tie from getting dirty?” she said with an exaggerated, dramatic sigh.
“Oh, right,” Lucky muttered, running his hand through his hair nervously. For a brief moment he felt like he was fifteen again, meeting that spunky Lizzie Webber for the first time. But they weren’t fifteen, and they weren’t innocent kids. But she still mesmerized him like she did on that first night. “You can, well, call me Spence.”
“Spence? That’s funny, my fiancé’s last name is Spencer. Small world I guess,” Elizabeth noted casually. “Are you new in town? Cause you look really familiar.”
“I used to live here, when I was growing up. But I’ve been away a while,” Lucky explained, not wanting this moment to end.
“But you’re back,” Elizabeth said with a smile, unable to take her gaze from his intense blue eyes. “Well, it was nice meeting you Spence, but I’ve had a crazy day so I better get to bed.”
“Yeah, I understand,” Lucky said sadly. “See you around.”
“Sure, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again, it is a small town. Good night Spence,” Elizabeth waved as she turned to back inside.
“Dreams of gold,” Lucky said softly, almost too softly. He turned and left before he could gage Elizabeth’s reaction.
“Dreams of gold?” Elizabeth muttered, remembering when Lucky had said that very thing to her so many years ago. Elizabeth paused thoughtfully, “What is going on around here?”
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