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Date Posted: 13:15:58 06/28/01 Thu
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ET 5
**Helena’s Yacht**
“Mother,” Stavros complained as he eyed the elderly woman who was his mother. He remembered her so differently, so much younger, so much more brunette. “Mother, I seem to recall you baring a striking resemblance to silver screen star Elizabeth Taylor. Odd. Don’t you think?”
“You were frozen for twenty years my boy, oddity is expected,” Helena noted with a hint of dissatisfaction as she sat down at the table prepared for her evening dinner with her eldest son. “I must let you know Stavros I wasn’t pleased with your disappearing act. And even more so, the fact you let Lucky Spencer go free.”
Stavros shot her a devastating smirk, “Why mother dear, don’t you love the irony of it though? Stavros Cassadine, captor of Laura Spencer, let’s her son Lucky go free, whose captor happened to be my very own mother. Fabulous, no?”
“Not at all. Do you realize you could possibly have jeopardized everything? Not only am I losing control of—.” Helena stopped herself, not really sure if she could trust Stavros yet. He had something to prove, and she could tell rebelling against her was a large part of it. “You will not be gallivanting around Port Charles on your own anymore. Understood?”
“Understood, not in the least mother. I’m a grown man, an adult. You chose to play god with my life—well guess what, you’re done playing. I’m in control now. First matter of business, where is my son? I want to see the Prince?”
“That must be approached delicately Stavros,” she said soothingly, not wanting to agitate him any further.
“Why? Aren’t you on good terms with the Prince? Aren’t you his guardian?” Stavros asked. He spent his first night “alive” getting reacquainted with life. Since his mother requested his presence, Stavros realized he actually had pressing matters to attend with. His son was primary on that list.
“Well my dear, I fell ill early on in Nikolas’s childhood. Your brother acquired guardianship of the boy.”
Stavros felt his blood begin to boil under his skin. He slammed his fist down on the table, causing the crystal wineglasses to shake.
“My incompetent little brother was given the responsibility to raise my son? To teach an impressionable boy the ways of life and being a Prince? Mother, this is unacceptable,” Stavros said smoothly, trying to calm his anger. “Where are they? In Greece? I want to see them both now.”
“No, not Greece.”
“Where?”
Helena looked away from Stavros’s cold gaze. “Right here in Port Charles. Spoon Island . . .” Helena was about to confess where Nikolas lived, but the crazed look in Stavros’s eye told her otherwise. “I have everything under control though. Nikolas has resisted and rejected Stefan recently.”
“That’s good,” he sighed with relief. “So my son hasn’t been turned against his grandmother.”
“Not exactly. Nikolas is under the impression that he’s a normal young man, that he’s an American boy. He thinks he’s on the same level of his brother, that Lucky Spencer is his equal.”
“That’s absurd!” Stavros declared. “Not that the Spencer boy didn’t posses a certain scrappiness, but he’s not a Prince.”
“Not him,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Nothing, go on.”
“Nikolas is the Prince, he has a duty, a legacy to uphold. How could you and Stefan have failed so miserably in raising him? Let me guess, he’s been turned against me as well? Well guess what? I don’t need you mother, I will correct this situation and Nikolas and I’ll have control of his legacy together until he is of age. Now, I’ll be seeing you,” Stavros and began to leave.
Helena smiled to herself, watching her son leave. A thought came to mind sending a manipulatively joyful jolt through her body, “But my son, that’ll mean turning him against the Spencers and his mother. Are you ready to see Laura?”
Stavros froze, shaken by the name of his one great love.
“That is not of your importance.”
**Luke’s**
“Not of importance?” Laura said angrily as she looked at Luke. “You found out about Stavros LAST NIGHT and it took you till now to tell me? And now you have the nerve to say it’s not of importance to me what you plan to do about it?”
Luke poured himself a drink and looked across his desk at his soon to be ex-wife. “Listen, Laura, you’ve got to concentrate on Lucky. Helena messed with the Cowboy’s mind, you know he’s going to need us to get him out of her grasp. But I can’t be hovering around him all the time, especially not with Stavros the undead running around. You let me handle Stavros, and you do what you do best, help Lucky.”
“He’s right,” came Lucky’s voice from the doorway, not having heard the part about Stavros. Elizabeth stood by his side, holding his hand protectively. “Elizabeth helped convince me something was wrong, that the programming is back or something and . . . I need help.”
Laura’s face showed her relief and also fear. She had been so worried about her son, not really sure if he’d even be cooperative. “I’m so glad to hear you say that—you are so strong honey.”
“Yeah, but I acted like a jerk. I want to apologize to you both for the way I’ve been acting. I have not been the Lucky you remember, I’ll probably never be again,” he confessed, scratching his blonde hair thoughtfully. “But with your help I’d like to get to be the Lucky you can love.”
“That’s a guarantee,” Laura whispered, embracing him tightly.
“And I came up with an idea of how to make sure Helena doesn’t get to me while I also start to see Kevin again.”
“Really? What was that?” Luke asked, looking quickly from Lucky to the picture of him from when he was eleven. It was a picture that he treasured and could never part with.
“Well, it just came to me and . . .well, Elizabeth and I will move into the cottage with Nikolas and Gia. That way, I’m promised to always have someone around to watch my back.”
“What?” both Elizabeth and Luke said simultaneously.
“How the hell is that supposed to help?” Luke blustered.
“My sentiments exactly—living with Nikolas and Gia is about as safe as bunking under the docks Lucky,” she looked at him, but was thrown by his virtual disregard of the statement. “What are we going to do? Get beepers?”
Lucky didn’t answer, only raised an expectant eye before shrugging. “Listen, I’ll feel safe there. And Helena isn’t about to put Nikolas at risk, so the more I’m around him the less at risk I am.”
“Fine, that sounds good—for you,” Elizabeth added. “But I am not living with Nikolas and Gia. Need I remind you my past with both of them?”
“It won’t be permanent, I’m sure. Lucky needs your support,” Laura urged.
Elizabeth glanced at Luke who was echoing her bewildered state. He gave her a warm smile, letting her know he had her back if she needed.
But Luke knew the girl could stand up for herself. That was one of the things he knew his son first loved about her. Now Luke wondered if Lucky even knew why he loved Elizabeth, he just seemed to need and want her. Most of the time Lucky seemed to cling to her and it almost seemed unhealthy.
“I’m not living with the man who practically stalked me two summers ago and the woman who framed my best friend last summer. Sorry Lucky, it isn’t going to happen.”
“Come on Lisabeth,” Lucky said softly, running his hands up and down her arms as he tried to make her look into his eyes. “I know you and Nikolas have gotten past all of that. Besides, he’s with Gia now. He’s over you.”
Elizabeth flinched at how casually Lucky referred to Nikolas’s crush on her. Like it didn’t really bother him. If it still bothered her, Elizabeth figured it should bother Lucky too.
“You’re right, Nikolas and I are cool right now. But I am not living with Gia. Do you remember how she put Emily through hell last summer? Lucky, she blackmailed her and basically forced her way into our lives? Sure, she’s not evil incarnate, but I am NOT living with her,” Elizabeth said adamantly.
“She’s got a point cowboy,” Luke said with a nod of his head, smiling at Elizabeth.
Lucky looked at Luke, his eyes darkened, “I can handle this, I don’t need your input.”
“Handle what Lucky? I gave you my answer—and it’s final. Besides, it’s not like I’d be around a lot at the cottage. I do have two jobs, not to mention I’m designing the stage for the Nurses’ Ball again,” Elizabeth explained, balling her fists at her side to keep herself calm.
Laura looked down at Luke, expecting him to say something to stand up for Lucky. But all he did was smile with pride in Elizabeth’s direction.
“Just for a little bit Elizabeth, while Lucky gets acclimated to his new surroundings,” Laura prodded, still casting a glare Luke’s way.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, but was frozen by the imploring looks Lucky and Laura were giving her. “Fine, I’ll stay with you for until the Nurses’ Ball next week, and then I’m going back to Kelly’s. You can make it permanent, but I’m not.”
“Wonderful!” Lucky declared, pulling her into a triumphant hug. “I’m going to go find Nikolas right now and ask him if he’ll mind two more roommates! Meet me at Kelly’s in a couple of hours.”
“Sure,” Elizabeth sighed, leaning against Luke’s desk as she watched Lucky dart out of there.
“What we were talking about, it’s not over,” Laura told Luke before walking before Elizabeth. “You are my son’s rock, his anchor. Thank you for seeing things the way they should be.” She gave Elizabeth a quick hug before exiting.
“Something on your mind darlin’?” Luke asked as he poured himself a shot of whiskey. He poured another one and held it out to Elizabeth who had taken a seat across from him.
“The world,” Elizabeth muttered as she waved off the drink.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“What has?”
Luke motioned from himself to her, “This, us. That year we thought Lucky was dead, we used to do this a lot. Our little secret. I kind of got used to having you around. Then you went and made friends with Morgan and . . .”
“Lucky came back and we didn’t need to fill the void he left in our lives with each other,” Elizabeth said, though there was a lot of doubt in her voice. “I know this is obvious but—does he seem different?”
“How do you mean?”
“Well,” Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to think of how exactly she meant. “I mean, does he say and do things that just don’t fit? Ok, for instance, he doesn’t really like blues music anymore. He listens to rap and lifts weights and . . . he doesn’t, I don’t know, have that ability to spin a story and make anything sound possible. For goodness sakes, he proposed to me in an arcade! For the guy who took me to a church to proclaim his love to me on Valentine’s Day and asked me to be his girl during a private dinner here and . . . and now . . .” Elizabeth was about to mention Spence when she saw a hint of recognition in Luke’s blue eyes. “You know what I mean. Don’t you? You’ve seen the changes as well.”
“It could just be the brainwashing, you know? But you are right, there is a distinct difference between who he was before the fire and who he is now,” Luke confirmed sadly, feeling like he was betraying his son by finally saying those words aloud. But saying them to Elizabeth, the only person who knew Lucky as well as he did made it easier.
He smirked and laughed lightly, “Maybe there is something in the water that’s making us all go nuts.”
**The Bike Shop**
“So you think there is something in the water?” Jack asked, cracking his knuckles as he watched Lucky dig around in a duffel bag. “Where’d you get that? What are you planning?”
“What is this?” Lucky glanced up at Jack with a smile, “Twenty questions?”
“I’m just a little excited,” he said with a shrug. “Nothing this huge ever happens to me. Your family and the Cassadines and all that, I heard about them but it always seemed like this strange novel or something. But now, I’m right in the middle of it.”
“You can pull out at any time if it gets too intense for you,” Lucky insisted, not wanting any more innocent people hurt by this war.
“Nah, I’m in this till the end. What was done to you is just wrong, I don’t care who you are or what dangers are ahead, I’ll see it through,” Jack declared strongly. Lucky looked at him feeling at peace for the moment. It was so long ago that he could trust someone, that he could look in another man’s eyes and feel comfortable and safe. He looked at Jack and felt a brotherhood of sorts. Sure, they grew up in different worlds, were different people, but there was a sense of loyalty and honor in Jack that started in his eyes. Lucky couldn’t help but put his faith in the young man.
“If you’re serious about that, how are you at breaking and entering?” Lucky asked with a smirk.
“Well, I didn’t get a record being a choir boy,” Jack noted. “Why?”
“I’ve got to find out who the person pretending to be Lucky Spencer is. He’s got to stop playing me,” Lucky said angrily, thinking back to seeing Elizabeth and the imposter together in the boxcar. He forgot all the sympathy he had for what the imposter went through and could only feel hatred. “We have to break onto Helena Cassadine’s yacht. You up for something like that?”
“Well, I’m not about to let you go alone,” Jack said firmly, knowing that if he was alone and caught that could be the end of everything. At least if he was there it would be some sort of insurance policy, maybe not a great one, but one nonetheless. “Is that what the bag is for?”
Lucky nodded, his jaw clenched as he dug through the supplies Luke had hidden in the basement of their home. He had had a habit of always getting back up supplies. He had his main tools with him at the club, but left backups at home. Thankfully Lucky remembered where they were and took them without leaving a trace that he was there.
“I overheard Helena tell Andreas, her towel boy, to place reservations at the Grille tonight at nine. We’ll hide on the docks, wait till she leaves, and sneak aboard. She likes to tempt my father to stow aboard by leaving it unguarded. Because of that we won’t have much trouble getting aboard. We just can’t stay on ship long,” Lucky explained as he handed Jack a vile with a clear liquid.
“What’s this?” Jack asked, examining the vile. “Is it explosive?”
“Doubtful,” Lucky smirked. “Last time I checked, H20 is pretty much nonflammable.”
“Funny.”
“I try,” Lucky admitted. “Do you know of anyone who can test that for foreign matter? For the drug that Helena has been putting the water to make sure she has control over my loved ones.”
“Well, yeah,” Jack noted glumly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “My brother Chris is a doctor, a great researcher too.”
“Great,” Lucky clapped his hands together once, stopping when he noticed the reluctant look on Jack’s face. “Let me guess—you two don’t get along?”
“You know how oil and water don’t really mix together?” Lucky nodded. “Well, they mix great compared to Chris and me.”
“What about Alison?”
“What about me?” Alison asked as she came upon the boys, startling them greatly.
“Do you get along with Chris?” Jack asked with a cocked eyebrow, not really expecting a positive answer.
“I don’t really socialize with your brother Jack,” Alison admitted. “Why?”
“I need that water tested to see what Helena has been putting in it. I specifically got it from my mother’s house, in case she’s somehow isolating it to certain residences.”
“I’ll get it tested,” Alison said affirmatively. “I can be really charming when I need to me. When I get done with Chris, he’ll forget I can barely stand his smarmy ass.”
**Windemere**
“That—that can’t be,” Nikolas stuttered as he sat in his uncle’s study. “I just . . . Stavros alive? It doesn’t make sense Uncle, it’s not possible.”
Stefan hung his head sadly, “I wish I could give you better news, but that isn’t so.”
“How do I know this isn’t a trick? Huh? Some way for you to get me back on your side? If my father is really alive, wouldn’t he seek me out? I would like to think my own father would be interested in me,” Nikolas claimed, not even really thinking of what he was saying.
“I would never, ever do such a thing to you Nikolas. I, more than anyone, do not want this to be true. I know first hand who and what Stavros was, I do not want him anywhere near you.”
Nikolas laughed bitterly, “Why? Aren’t we all Cassadines? Family, right Uncle? That binds us, and he’s my father, biologically, we are family? Isn’t that what you keep saying when I tell you I want no part of this mess?”
“Nikolas--.”
Nikolas froze, a sudden sense of worry washing over him. “I’m sorry, I’m reacting badly.”
“Obviously.”
“Lucky came to me earlier, he thinks it is wise that he and Elizabeth move into the cottage with Gia and me in order to keep him safe. I agreed but was doubtful…now, I’m wondering if we shouldn’t all leave this town,” Nikolas mused. “If my father is really as dangerous as you and Luke Spencer claim nobody is safe.”
“Stavros will not hurt you Nikolas, that I can assure.”
“That doesn’t mean Lucky is safe—or Gia or Elizabeth! Uncle, if they stand in the way of my father or Helena getting what they want . . . I couldn’t live with that, I couldn’t live with myself.”
Stefan moved to his nephew’s side and looked him in the eye. He had raised him since he was a boy, he would always look at Nikolas as his son. Stefan reached out and touched Nikolas’s face, “You have my guarantee that I will protect you and your friends. I know you resent me for all the lies I’ve told, and for putting Lucky in jail, but from this point forward I will do nothing think in your interest. All I’ve ever wanted was the best for you, the absolute best Nikolas.”
Nikolas looked up at Stefan, his eyes blurred with tears, “That’s where you went wrong Uncle. You sacrificed your entire life and being for me. Why? I’m Stavros Cassadine’s son, and eventually I’ll become him. You were always a better man than I have ever given you credit for and I was prepared to betray you to keep my brother safe.”
“That is not being like Stavros, not even remotely Nikolas. He may be your father, but you are not his son. You are your own man and as much as it frustrates me, it makes me so proud.”
“Let’s hope that when the dust settles after all this that you are still so proud of me,” Nikolas noted, unable to shake the sense of doom he felt inside of him.
**Port Charles Grille**
“I feel like this is just doomed,” Zander complained as he sat across from Alexis as they attempted to have a civilized dinner. Emily was late and he had no idea how to interact with Alexis anymore.
“What do you mean? Dinner?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Zander muttered. “The Nurses Ball is in a few days and Emily is excited to be performing and we’ve got a table with Elizabeth and Lucky, Gia and Nikolas and . . . I know I’m supposed to be uncomfortable about that because, well, they all pretty much think I’m worthless.”
“You are not worthless,” Alexis said sincerely.
“But,” he continued. “I’m actually looking forward to it because it’ll be a known quantity, you know? Listen to me? I don’t know how to have a thoughtful conversation with you anymore, I’m babbling like an idiot. And Sonny, forget about it. I should probably just get it all out in the open, you know, do the whole father/son awkward bonding moment and then get on with our lives. But instead I avoid him at all costs and when I do run into him, which I did today on the docks, it is like . . . I’d rather not do it. All in all my life is like an open nerve.”
“At least you have Emily,” Alexis tried.
Zander’s face lit up at the mention of his girlfriend; “She’s pretty great, I don’t know what I’d do without her.”
“Without who? Should I be jealous?” Emily asked as she placed her hands on his shoulders and laughed. “I’ll kick the ass of whoever wants to steal my man.”
Zander looked back at her and grinned, “Nobody but you for me babe, that’s a promise.”
“I suppose I have no reason to be jealous,” she joked, taking her seat next to Zander. “So, not to get serious or anything, but how is everything—with you two and all?”
Alexis looked at Zander, somewhat surprised he had told anyone the truth, but not really all that shocked. It was obvious that Zander was completely committed to Emily.
“Awkward tension aside, I think we are . . . I don’t know, fine?” Alexis mused, smiling at Emily.
“I think we’re fine,” Zander confirmed, smiling at the woman he could now call his mother. “After all, isn’t this whole long lost child, don’t know who your parents are just par for the course being a Cassadine?”
“Being a Cassadine, hell being in Port Charles. Faked deaths, long lost children, fake marriages, paternity issues, long lost siblings, mysterious deaths and illness. It seems to be an epidemic here,” Emily noted, adding with a laugh, “Who knows, the next thing we may encounter will be an imposter or something weird like that.”
**General Hospital—Research Lab**
Chris Ramsey stood over the counter, examining some data on an experimental drug he was working on. So far his research was going nowhere and he was growing increasingly frustrated. “Damnit, this can’t be right,” he muttered, not even noticing the repetitive knocking on the door.
A moment later the knocking stopped and the door opened.
“Chris? Are you busy?” Alison asked as she poked her head in the door.
“Huh?” he muttered, turning his head to look at her. “What do you want?”
“I need to speak with you—it’s kind of important,” Alison said earnestly as she walked into the lab. “Do you have a minute?”
Chris through his papers on the counter and motioned to Alison, “Yeah, I wasn’t getting anywhere on this tonight anyway.”
“Great, I need a favor.”
“If it’s to bail my little brother out of jail, you can forget it,” Chris said with a roll of the eye.
“It’s not about Jack, but it’s important.”
“Why am I skeptical?”
“Because you’re like that,” Alison countered. “Listen I think one of my grandmother’s business associates is trying to poison her,” she said, lying through her teeth. “See, I don’t live there anymore, but when I visit my grandmother I notice she’s been acting—well, weird. Kind of like she’s under some kind of hypnosis. See, this business associate she never liked is now like her best friend, like my grandmother is seeing him as a whole new person. It’s really weird and I think that this business associate, who happens to work for a pharmaceutical company, is drugging her and doing it through her drinking water.” Alison paused and reached into her purse and pulled out the sample of water Lucky had taken. “I have a sample of it and I was wondering if you could possibly test the water for any foreign matter that shouldn’t be there.”
“Let me get this straight,” Chris said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Your grandmother, Amanda Barrington, is being drugged to be nice to a business associate. And she’s being drugged by way of her water, or so you think?”
“Exactly. And I couldn’t think of a better person to go to with this.”
“Me?” Chris asked skeptically, pointing to himself. “Why? Because we’re such good friends?”
“Of course not, because you are the best researcher at General Hospital,” she said, knowing the not so subtle ego stroking couldn’t hurt when it came to Chris.
“Well, that’s the one thing I don’t think you’re lying about.”
Alison opened her eyes wide, praying she looked innocent, “Lying? Why would I do that? And why would I make up a story like that?”
“To waste my time? This sounds like some convoluted prank you and my little brother are playing. What, did you two get bored while Jamal and Livvie are away and decided to take it out on me?” Chris asked, not believing for a second Alison’s story.
“I KNEW you couldn’t get over yourself to help an innocent person,” Alison muttered. She knew if she told Chris the real story he’d probably help, but could she trust him? Not to mention Lucky wouldn’t be happy about her telling Chris. She vowed not to tell anyone else, she wasn’t going to tell Jamal, there is no way she could justify telling Chris.
Chris looked into Alison’s eyes, he could sense something was up, something she was really worried about. Either she was a really good actress or there was a sliver of truth in her story.
“Ok, I’ll test your water,” Chris said reluctantly. “But we make a deal.”
“I’ll pay you anything,” she said quickly.
“That goes without saying, but it isn’t what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
Chris smirked at her, “If I do in fact find some sort of mind control drug in this water you have got to tell me what the hell is going on. If I find anything in the water, anything at all, I want the entire truth. Cause I don’t believe that story about your grandmother for a second, but I know something major is going on.”
“Fine, fine, just don’t tell anyone what you are doing. Ok? You’ll get paid and eventually we’ll tell you what is going on, but I need to know what is in that water,” Alison told him adamantly. “You won’t regret this Chris, you’re doing a good thing.”
“You and Jack better not make me regret this,” Chris warned.
“What makes you think Jack is involved?” Alison challenged, a bit surprised that he knew.
“Since Jamal and Livvie left you two have been practically inseparable. Ok, I admit, I keep tabs on my brother, don’t go reading anything into,” Chris told her with a frown.
“Jack thanks you, I thank you, everyone thanks you Chris,” Alison said with a smile as she began to leave. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at Chris, “You know, I don’t think you are as bad as you want everyone to think you are.”
**Kelly’s**
“This is stupid,” Elizabeth muttered as she pulled her suitcase down the stairs into the empty dining room of the diner. “Living with Gia and Nikolas, I can’t believe I agreed to this asinine idea. Yeah, I’m really going to be able to fend of Helena if she chooses to come after Lucky.”
“Talking to yourself Lizzie? You know, that’s really not healthy,” Carly teased as she took a bite of her ice cream sundae.
“Well, you’d be the one to know Carly, after all you were institutionalized,” Elizabeth shot back with a grin. “Though give me a week living with Gia and Nikolas and I may be able to boast that claim as well.”
“Why are you living with them? Do you have some strange desire to live out Three’s Company fantasies?” Carly asked with a snide laugh.
“It—it wasn’t my idea,” Elizabeth muttered.
“Then who?” Carly paused, reading Elizabeth’s uncomfortable expression. “Oh wait, no, don’t tell me? It’s that punk ass little cousin of mine? I don’t get that relationship you two have. He treats you alternately like his dog and his savior, and you sacrifice all you have for him. I don’t get it.”
“He’s not entirely himself Carly, you don’t—you couldn’t understand,” Elizabeth said firmly as she sat tiredly down at one of the tables.
“It’s true that I didn’t know Lucky much before the fire, but he’s been acting this way since he came back,” Carly noted as she sat down across from Elizabeth.
“That’s a shame, it really is,” Elizabeth told her with a smile. “Before the fire Lucky was so…so full of life and joy. Even though it wasn’t like that for a while. He was so torn apart for a while, but to tell you the truth so was I, and we just helped each other heal.
“Lucky was, he was funny. He could tell the cheesiest joke but make it sound funny. And he was smooth, like James Dean cool. He didn’t try to be, he didn’t work at it, he just was. But most of all he had such a good heart. Lucky loved me like nobody else would, nobody else ever could. When he looked at me, it felt like I was the only person in the world. It was . . . it was special.”
Carly leaned across the table, somewhat wrapped up in Elizabeth’s description of her cousin. But she was also a realist and knew things had changed. “That was then Lizzie. Are you going to tell me he still makes you feel that way? That you didn’t almost turn to Jason? That he doesn’t flirt with and ogle Gia every chance he gets?”
“I can’t turn my back on him Carly, I just can’t. Helena did something to him, it’s like he’s sick and I’m not going to turn my back on Lucky, not if there’s a chance I’ll get the man I love back. It’s not black and white Carly, love never is.”
Elizabeth stood up, grabbing her suitcase and leaving to wait outside the diner for Nikolas and Lucky.
“Excuse me, miss,” a man said smoothly, stepping out of the shadows but not really startling Elizabeth.
“What?” she snapped before really looking at the stranger. He was tall and handsome, his dark hair waving in the warm summer wind, his piercing eyes looking right into her. There was something familiar about him, like she had seen him before, but she didn’t know where.
“Such anger for such a pretty girl. You really must learn to put that aside,” Stavros told her, grinning seductively.
Elizabeth smirked at him, “What the hell do you want? I’m not in the mood.”
“That much I gathered,” Stavros said with a soft laugh. “I noticed you talking to the woman in there.”
“Oh, Carly, she a friend of yours? Let me warn your mister, don’t get mixed up with her. She has an ego that will smother you, and watch out for her plans they tend to blow up in her face and everyone around her,” Elizabeth stated smugly, her face softening slightly. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s not all bad. She’s loyal and she understands how people can make mistakes, lord knows she’s made her share of them. She’s a handful though.”
“That’s half the fun though,” Stavros whispered as he looked inside the diner.
“Don’t worry bro, this will be great, promise,” Lucky’s voice came floating through the air.
“I’m sure, but if the movie puts me to sleep you will pay for it,” Nikolas joked back.
Elizabeth had turned at the sound of the boys’ voices, when she turned to face the stranger again he was gone.
“That’s weird,” she muttered.
“What are you doing waiting out here?” Lucky asked as he placed his arm around her shoulder.
“Oh, nothing, just wanted the fresh air,” Elizabeth lied, looking back into the diner. She had no idea who the stranger was or what he wanted with Carly, but something told Elizabeth she should keep an eye out on the woman she saw as an enemy but knew was otherwise.
**Helena’s Yacht**
“What exactly are we looking for?” Jack whispered as he and Lucky entered the main room of Helena’s yacht. Both were dressed in dark clothing, Jack wearing a black ski cap that Lucky had teased him about.
“Anything that says or hints at who the person Helena has impersonating me is,” Lucky explained as he moved stealthily over to where he remembered Helena’s safe being hidden.
Jack watched as Lucky removed a painting from the wall, revealing the safe. “How’d you know that’s where the safe was?”
“I worked for Helena a lifetime ago,” Lucky explained as he pulled out his safe cracking equipment.
“You worked for the woman that kidnapped you?”
“Let’s just say I was looking to do whatever I could to piss off my father. Not to mention, the Cassadines knew certain things I needed to know, little did I know they could never be allies, always the enemy. I learned the truth though,” Lucky explained bitterly.
“I’d say you did,” Jack noted as he went through the drawers in Helena’s desk. “Hey, I found something,” Jack declared as he pulled out two videotapes from the bottom drawer, which had been locked.
“What are they?” Lucky asked, nearly hitting the code to open the safe.
“Videos, but it doesn’t say what are on them,” Jack said, shoving them into the backpack he brought along. “They’re ours now.”
“I’m sure they are nothing,” Lucky hoped, stepping back quickly as he hit the combination on the safe. “And I’m in.”
“Wow, that’s impressive,” Jack noted as he closed the desk drawer and relocked it. “Nothing else in here.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that, I think I found all I need,” Lucky said with a smile as he pulled out a pile of CD’s. “Put these in your bag and let’s get out of here,” Lucky said, knowing that their window of opportunity was almost gone. As Jack put the CD’s in his bag Lucky jotted a quick note and placed it in the safe.
“Any reason for that?”
Lucky smiled and placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder, “Insurance Jack, you always need insurance.”
“I’m not following.”
“I have no idea what are on those CD’s, but I’m sure my dad would like to know. We’re just going to have Helena think my dad took the discs, not me. If she’s preoccupied with finding my dad, and finding out what he knows, it’ll take the heat off of me for a while,” Lucky explained as he and Jack left the yacht.
Stepping into the room the boys vacated, Stavros smirked, rather impressed with the youngest Spencer’s abilities.
“Oh mother, this is about to get interesting,” he mused to himself, looking forward to watching as his mother tries to deal with Spencers coming at her from every angle. If he cared he’d help, but Stavros had other things on his mind. His son, his wife, and Caroline Spencer.
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