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ET 7
**Eli’s**
Lucky nervously tapped his fingers as he sat at one of booths in the tiny rib joint. He was sitting at the same table he and Elizabeth sat in when they went there so many years ago. At the moment, he was alone, and hoping she wasn’t going to stand him up.
“Can I get you anything?” the waitress asked.
“Two orders of the #2, and two waters . . . on second thought, make that two Cokes,” Lucky said with a nervous smile. He waited a few moments, studying the palm of his own hand like it held the answer to life’s great mysteries. He would probably find as much insight into the universe in the palm of his hand as anywhere. There were, simply put, no simple answers.
“Spence?”
Lucky held his breath as he heard her voice. He shifted in his seat and smiled at her, motioning for Elizabeth to sit across from him.
“I was beginning to wonder if . . .”
“I was going to stand you up?” Elizabeth said for him, a somewhat dazed look on her face.
“No, I thought maybe something happened. I got worried,” Lucky claimed softly. “But now that you are here . . . I guess we can eat. I already ordered, I hope you don’t mind—extra spicy cool?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. And I must say, that you are such a guy,” she said with a laugh. “Lucky used to always be like that . . . especially when we got around Eli’s.”
Lucky noticed the way her eyes became suddenly distant at the mention of him, or was it the man she thought was Lucky that was making her sad. Either way, it pained him to see her like that, even if part of him thought she deserved it.
“If this is something you’d rather not do . . .I totally understand,” Lucky said, the tension at the table was nearly choking him.
“Why would I not want to be here?” Elizabeth asked, dropping her eyes suddenly, “Because of Lucky?”
“You are going to marry him, aren’t you? You said you were engaged and if he has a problem with you going to lunch with another guy and . . .”
Elizabeth reached across the table and took his hand comfortingly, “Don’t worry, he doesn’t control my life. And even if Lucky thinks he does, he’s going to learn that even if we are going to get married I can still have other friends. And that is what I hope you and I are becoming.”
“I hope so too,” he said softly. “I just don’t want to, you know, cause any problems for you. That’s the last thing that I would want,” Lucky stammered as he looked down at his hand in hers. They were so soft, so gentle, he could even see a speck or two of paint under her nails, a sure sign she had been painting recently. “So you’re a painter?”
“Yes,” she said slowly, unsure how he knew. “You a fan of the art of barely passable college juniors?” she asked with an easing laugh.
“I’m sure you’re better than barely passable,” Lucky told her with a wise, knowing tone. “But that’s not how I knew,” Lucky began and held up her hand, gently running his fingers over the nails on her right hand, “you’ve got a bit of paint here . . . you were painting this morning, weren’t you?”
“Well…I was in fact. You’re perceptive Spence,” she noted nervously, she felt like a schoolgirl again as he held her hand in his. “Are you into art or anything? Lucky and I are kind of an artistic couple, I guess you can say. I paint, he’s a photographer.”
Lucky shook his head; still unable to believe anyone who knew him would think he was a fashion photographer. “Nothing serious, but I like music. I’ve tried my hand at writing songs.”
“Really? What kind of sound do you make?” Elizabeth asked with a gleeful smile, thankful that they had something to talk about. She leaned across the table and laughed, “I didn’t mean—I meant what style of music?”
“Um, well, a lot of stuff I like. The stuff I’ve written, it’s not much, I guess it’s sort of folky, melodic I hope.”
“I was told once that there are a few things that really define a person. One, how they eat sloppy food—like the ribs we are about to have. And also, the type of bands or artists a person is into. Take me for example, I used to be into pop and rap and stuff like that. Then I met Lucky, got a huge crush on him, and tried to adopt everything liked into my life. Most of it was cool, but I couldn’t stand the blues for the longest time,” Elizabeth told him with a nostalgic smile.
“What changed your mind?” Lucky wondered, the last he knew she still wasn’t a fan of the blues.
“The fire that we thought killed Lucky,” Elizabeth’s voice and eyes became darker at the mention of the fire. Lucky could see that even though she had a Lucky back, the one she thought was hers, she still lost so much in that fire. “I started hanging around Lucky’s dad more often and he has the most awesome record collection in the world. Anyway, the place my mind was in just made me more open to what the blues was all about. Since then I understand it’s more than just people complaining about how crappy their lives are. It’s about pain and loss and longing and need and so much. As an artist I love the vivid pictures the music and words paint in my mind.”
Lucky smiled fondly, he always loved listening to her ramble about a topic. To others it would just be a girl prattling about nothing, but Lucky always found Elizabeth said so much in those meanderings.
The waitress came to the table and placed the ribs in front of them. Elizabeth snatched a fry and pointed it at Lucky, “So Spence, what kind of music do you like?”
“The blues are great—I’ve always loved them. I met BB King once, one of the coolest guys in the world,” Lucky stopped, afraid he had said too much, revealed too much. But Elizabeth didn’t notice the similarity between her new friend Spence and Lucky both having met BB King. Or else she just thought it a great coincidence. “You know who I really like though? U2, they really have a way of communicating so much—anything from politics to the state of the human spirit.”
“They are good,” Elizabeth noted casually as she dove in face first into the ribs.
“I heard the most,” Lucky paused to chuckle at Elizabeth. She was a long way from the timid girl who barely knew how to pick up a rib, “awful song the other day. ‘Who Let the Dogs Out’ or something equally inane. Crap, if you ask me.”
Elizabeth only nodded her head, intent on the ribs at the moment.
Lucky just smiled and began to eat the ribs as well.
**Luke’s**
Stefan sat uncomfortably in Luke’s desk chair as he looked over the computer file Luke had stumbled into on the disks.
“I would venture to say this is incredibly important,” Stefan declared to a proud Luke.
“What can I say—I did by accident what you couldn’t do while trying,” Luke said with a laugh as he placed his feet up on the desk and lit his cigar. “But now we’ve got to figure out what the hell all that mumbo jumbo means.”
“It obviously has to do with your son—and not my brother,” Stefan informed Luke. “After all, a line addresses the ‘young man’, and sure, Stavros may appear to be more or less young, I wouldn’t define him as a young man.”
“I guess you are right,” Luke admitted with a frown. “I thought we were done with Helena and my boy though.”
“This line troubles me . . . ‘Boy 1 For Boy 2, see File IDL2 for more’—is she talking about Nikolas and Lucky? Something else, is it just a trick perhaps?” Stefan asked rhetorically.
“You can’t get into that IDL2 file though?” Stefan shook his head in the negative. “Damn, I think that holds all the answers to what is going on. I know Lucky would be able to crack these disks in a second if he would only sit down and try. He just refuses to have any part in this war.”
“Nikolas is the same way, he refuses to become involved in the least—and I must say Luke, you are doing a dreadful job of returning to my favor,” Stefan said in what could only be construed as a joking manner. He stood up and walked over to where Luke kept his private stash of alcohol. He held the bottle of scotch to his nose to smell it to see if it was poisoned. Once he deemed it ok Stefan poured himself a glass, nearly dropping it when the door to Luke’s office opened suddenly.
“Luke are you going to—Stefan?” Laura stopped, a completely confused look on her face. Finding Luke and Stefan in the same room together was enough to stop anyone dead in their tracks. “What the hell is going on in here?”
“Laura, I thought you had to work today,” Luke muttered, his mind going into gear to come up with an excuse as to why he and Stefan were together.
“Lunch break,” she said quickly, looking from her ex-husband to her ex-lover. It was all very perplexing. “You two are up to something—what is going on? Does this have to do with either or both of my sons?”
“Laura, I think you are . . .” Stefan began but Luke cut him off rather quickly.
“Shut up Count, I don’t need you making excuses,” Luke gave Stefan a knowing look at the instant Laura’s attention went to Stefan. They both knew the fewer people who knew they were working together was best. To arouse any suspicion in Helena could be deadly. “Stiff here was just lecturing me on keeping Lucky under control. I told him to tell that blasted nephew of his to stop calling himself a Spencer—it makes him look like a real moron.”
“I was just suggesting that you and Luke keep a tighter reign on Lucky, he’s a loose cannon who can end up in serious trouble,” Stefan followed Luke’s lead, glaring at him accordingly.
“I’m not buying it but . . .” Laura shook off their story, deciding to ignore it for the time being. She looked at Luke, “Are you going to the Nurses Ball this weekend?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss a chance to see Lucy in her skivvies. Why?”
“I was wondering if you would like to sit with me, along with Lucky, Elizabeth, and a few others.”
“Sure, sounds like a plan,” Luke said anxiously, wanting to get back to work on those disks.
This was odd. He wanted Laura, the woman he would always love, gone in order to be alone with Stefan, a man he would never really like. This certainly was an odd situation.
“That’s all I wanted—I’ll see you later, good bye Stefan,” Laura said as she left, a skeptical look in her eyes.
“Do you think she’s on to us?” Luke asked with a smirk.
“If Helena doesn’t get everyone killed, everyone trying to figure out what we are doing together will do it,” Stefan deadpanned as he sat back down behind Luke’s desk and the computer.
**The Cottage**
“Oh gosh, look what he’s done to my beautiful living room,” Carly complained as she and Stavros stood on the porch to the cottage. “Ugh, it looks like a tree threw up in there or something.”
Stavros looked over her shoulder, through the window that overlooked the living room. “It looks rather understated and elegant to me.”
“What do you know about decorating Stavy—you’ve been dead 20 years,” Carly pointed out with a pout. “I had that place looking so nice, not even Robin could put a dent in the beauty of the décor. But now? Ugh!”
“So you are an expert in interior design?” Stavros questioned with interest. “I may call upon your expertise once I have firmly established my place in Port Charles—and, of course, purchase a residence.”
Carly smiled up at Stavros. Taken at face value, he was just a handsome, extremely charming man—and not the potentially lethal lunatic she knew he was. “That could be fun.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Nikolas asked he came down the path that led to the cottage. He wore a pair of windpants and a white tank top, he had obviously been working out.
“Nikolas, it’s so good to see you,” Carly proclaimed as Stavros turned away from Nikolas slightly.
Nikolas looked at Carly and her mysterious friend suspiciously, “If you are here about Deception, Gia is not home right now.” Nikolas stopped, motioning to Stavros, “Who is this? A new photographer? Are you betraying your agreement with my brother already?”
“Nikolas, I would never do that. Spencers aren’t like Cassadines, we don’t stab our family in the back,” Carly claimed with a grin, she may be trying to trick Stavros but there was no need to arouse any suspicion in anyone.
“Really?” Nikolas cocked his head to the side, “What do you call stealing your mother’s husband? Bonding?”
“My gosh, didn’t Stefan teach you any manners boy? You are so rude to your guests,” Carly said with a smirk. “I’d like you to meet someone Nikolas,” she took Stavros’s arm, causing him to turn towards Nikolas dramatically.
Nikolas’s face paled as he got a good look at the man on his porch.
“Nikki, Daddy’s home,” Carly said, rather pleased with the reaction she had gotten from the Prince.
“Nikolas, my son,” Stavros exclaimed passionately as he moved forward and pulled Nikolas into a fierce hug.
“Oh, this made for TV moment just gives me chills,” Carly mused with a falsely saccharine grin.
**The Apartment**
“Alison, will you hurry up,” Jack yelled from his seat on the couch. He could hear the hair dryer finally shut off in the bathroom and jumped up. “Finally.”
“Must you rush me?” Alison shot as she stepped out of the bathroom. She wore a pair of tight fitting black jeans; a white clingy white tee that had the black and white visage of James Dean splattered across the front, and a pair of dark sunglasses. Jack found himself tongue tied at the image his friend presented. She was always a pretty girl to Jack, but he never really found himself all that attracted to her until Jamal and Livvie went away on their respective trips. Then, Jack and Alison were allowed time together, alone, and really grew close. At this point it was only friendship, but Jack was finding himself even more attracted to her than before. He knew he was supposed to be in love with Livvie, that he had fought so long and hard for them to be together. But with everything that was going on with Lucky, Jack was beginning to question everything in his life.
He quickly shook that thought out of his head. This wasn’t the time to be delving into such life issues. He had to stay focused, he had to protect and help Lucky, that was paramount, that was the promise he made. Anything that could or would happen with Alison would have to wait.
“You look great,” Jack said sincerely before switching to a more sarcastic tone, “Can we please go before you decide you don’t like the way that one strand of hair is laying?”
“You’re such a smart ass,” Alison claimed as she hit him on the arm. For all that they teased each other, Alison had moved to the point where she truly loved being around Jack. He was funny and charming, not to mention he had an amazingly compassionate and sensitive side. The fact that he was gorgeous was a bonus. She often wondered if Jack ever thought of her other than as Jamal’s girlfriend, and now that they became friends in their own right, if he ever thought of her as anything but a friend.
Then she’d remind herself he was in love with Livvie, and she was in love with Jamal. There wasn’t supposed to be feelings there.
Even if there were.
“How late are we?” Alison wondered as she grabbed her purse and headed to the door.
“Lucky left about twenty minutes ago, I told him we’d be right behind. I don’t want him to be there without back up. He’s already taken too many risks, he’s nuts to be taking more,” Jack explained as he opened the door. He moved to step forward but ran into an obstacle. “Jamal!”
“I’m home,” he said with a happy smile, patting Jack on the shoulder as he pushed passed him to pull Alison into his arms. “Hey Spunky, I’ve missed you so much!”
“Me too,” Alison said with one eye on Jack. “You’re back early. Why?”
“That conference was so boring. I went to a couple of bike races, did all that, but . . . I missed my own bed, my friends, and you,” Jamal gushed.
“You know what Alison, you stay here with Jamal. I’ll head over to Eli’s on my own. Talk to you later,” Jack said pointedly to Alison.
“Ok, let me know if anything happens,” Alison told her friend as he left.
Jamal looked her questioningly, “What could happen at a rib joint?”
“Who knows? Mild instead of spicy, that sort of thing,” Alison tried.
**GH Hospital Lab**
“This just doesn’t make any sense,” Chris complained as he stood over the lab table. The lab looked like a bomb had hit it, when in reality it was just a night of work by Chris and Eve.
Eve nodded in accordance, “How can we go from nothing triggering a reaction in this virus to everything doing it. Where is the connection?”
Chris picked up a pack of cherry pop rocks and a bottle of Tobasco sauce, “What do pop rocks and hot sauce have in common?” Figuring that the virus had a basic, household trigger, Chris and Even were testing it with everything they could think of. “Nothing, not a thing.”
“Obviously not Chris, there has to be some sort of connection or else we wouldn’t get any sort of reaction from the virus . . . but what?” Eve took the items from Chris and started reading the ingredients on the back of the pop rocks bag.
“Whoever is responsible for this in the first place…let me tell you Eve, they knew what they were doing. What they are up to exactly though—God only knows,” Chris took a deep sigh and sat down on one of the stools.
“I got it!” Eve snapped her fingers and smiled. “Ok, it may be out there and ridiculous and . . .well, you know, this entire idea of a virus used to control minds is pretty ridiculous in the first place but . . .”
“Come on Eve, just spit it out.”
“Red #40—a harmless ingredient found in many, many items. It’s in all the stuff we’ve tested the virus with that has produced a reaction.”
“Food coloring?” Chris asked skeptically. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do we have anything else Chris? What else can it be? Some psychotic has invented some weird virus that can only work if triggered. What better trigger than something so basic that it wouldn’t even be questioned.”
“Ok, maybe you are right . . . but say, hypothetically, I gave you a glass of water infected with that virus and then some cherry pop rocks. Could I then make you do whatever I want?”
“I think we should talk to whoever asked you to do this—I’ll work on an anti-virus, but I want to know exactly what and who we are dealing with,” Eve told Chris. “Don’t you?”
“You’re right—I’ll find out.”
**The Docks**
Jack practically sprinted down the stairs to the docks on his way to Eli’s, nearly running into someone who was standing near the water’s edge.
“Watch where you are going.”
Jack stopped, he was about to apologize when he realized whom he had nearly knocked into the bay. It was Luka.
“Sorry, my fault,” Jack muttered, glaring at Luka. “You see, that’s how someone owns up to a mistake. Unlike some other people who do things, like set fires, and get off with not even a slap on the wrist.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” the man who thought he was Lucky asked.
“Oh, come on LUCKY,” Jack said, emphasizing his name, wondering if the imposter knew he wasn’t really Lucky. “Everyone knows you set that fire at the PCPD the other day, and everyone knows you got away with it. What I want to know is, how do you live with yourself knowing you could have ruined peoples lives?”
“You don’t know what you are talking about,” Luka paused, “Who are you anyway?”
Jack stepped up to Luka, “I know a lot more than you think. I probably know more than you do.”
“Bull, you’re just some street punk who read about me in the paper. I’m not going to apologize for anything, let alone to a worthless punk like you,” Luka said coldly.
Jack stepped back, trying to control his anger, unaware that someone was watching the entire exchange.
“Me worthless? Buddy, you think you are so great, but you are nothing,” Jack retorted, his fists balled at his sides.
“Wait a second, I know who you are . . .I saw you hanging out with that Alison Barrington at the park the other day,” Luka explained. “I met her last summer at a rave. She was all over that other loser Juan Santiago. She was a real slut, let me tell you.”
Before Luka could say anything else Jack swung his right fist, connecting with Lucky’s jaw squarely. “You don’t know Alison, don’t you dare talk about her you bastard.”
Luka laughed and was about to get up and defend himself when some ran between the two young men.
“Let’s cool it guys,” the young man said. He was their height, with short blonde hair, greenish blue eyes, and hoop earrings in both ears. “No need to fight.”
Luka touched his bleeding lip, “Be thankful this Good Samaritan got in my way. I’d waste you man.”
“I’d like to see you try,” Jack yelled at Luka’s retreating figure.
“I take it you two don’t get along,” the stranger said to Jack once Luka was gone.
“I barely know him.”
The stranger raised an eye questioningly, “Then why pick a fight?”
“It goes beyond what you could imagine,” Jack noted as he shook his right fist, it hurt a bit. “That guy, Lucky Spencer,” he said mockingly, “he’s trouble.”
“Lucky Spencer?” the stranger questioned. “That wasn’t Lucky Spencer. I know Lucky Spencer, he’s my cousin. That kid isn’t Lucky.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to look questioningly, “You don’t . . . you don’t think he’s Lucky? Who are you and where exactly have you been the last year?”
“Sly Eckert, and I’ve been in California. I know Lucky’s death was greatly exaggerated, but he isn’t the same kid who jammed with my band three summers ago.”
Jack folded his arms across his chest, “Well I’ll be damned, seems we have another ally. Come with me Sly and I’ll explain everything.”
**Outside Luke’s**
“Laura,” Chloe called out as she ran across the parking lot towards Laura’s car.
“Chloe?” Laura rolled down her window, smiling at the other woman. “What can I do for you?”
“I just wanted to apologize for Stefan’s behavior the other night. He had no place putting Lucky in jail,” Chloe said with a smile. “He’s just very . . . I don’t know, but he’s been acting strangely lately.”
“That’s an understatement,” Laura muttered. “I hadn’t realized you and Stefan were all that close.”
“We are, we aren’t, it’s all rather confusing really. But I do, despite my better judgement, care about him.”
Laura motioned for Chloe to lean forward, “Can you do me a favor? It’s regarding both of my sons.”
“Sure, they are both good boys I’d be pleased to help,” Chloe offered with a genuine smile.
Laura sighed, this girl really was too nice for her own good. “Keep an eye out on Stefan. I just caught him in the club, in Luke’s office, conspiring with him about something. If you can maybe get from Stefan what he’s doing with Luke, and how it involves Lucky and Nikolas I’d be very grateful.”
“I don’t know how much Stefan will divulge, but sure, I’ll help.”
“Great,” Laura smiled to herself. If Luke and Stefan were going to try to keep her in the dark, she’d figure out what was going on, on her own.
**The Cottage**
Nikolas pushed Stavros away, unable to grasp the many emotions raging through his body.
“What the hell do you think you are doing here?” Nikolas asked angrily. “I don’t want you here now or ever, get out.”
“But Nikolas, it’s been so long—how can you treat me so?” Stavros asked, pained by his son’s rejection.
“How can I not? You aren’t my father, so don’t play that card. In no way that really matters could you ever be my father. All you are is a man who tormented my mother, my uncle, and my aunt for years. You are a monster and I’ve spent my entire life trying to not be like you, the last thing I want is your late entry into my life.”
“Nikolas please, just give me five minutes of your time. The stories you’ve been told about me are just that, stories, please,” Stavros pleaded.
“No, I don’t want you in my life—leave,” Nikolas ordered, pointing towards the driveway. “Stay away from my cottage and my family and stay out of my life.”
“This isn’t over son. I’ll leave, but it could never be over, we are blood, we the same,” Stavros informed the younger Cassadine before walking toward Bobbie’s car, which Carly borrowed without her mother’s knowing. It was probably a good thing—Carly didn’t know how to drive, and there is no way that Bobbie would have allowed for Stavros to use it.
“Carly wait,” Nikolas hissed as he grabbed her arm.
Carly looked down at Nikolas’s hand on her arm and smirked, “Sonny and I may be divorced, but he still can get rid of a handy little punk like you.”
“Listen Carly stay away from Stavros. Sonny may be dangerous, but he wasn’t psychotic. You have a son, don’t put him in the possible cross fire of our families’ war,” Nikolas pleaded. “You’ve been safe, out of this war, the more distance you put between yourself, the Spencers, and the Cassadines, the better. Trust me Carly, this isn’t the time to be finding family or looking to stick it to them by aligning yourself with Stavros.”
“What do you know Nikolas, really?”
Nikolas looked Carly in the eye seriously, “That man isn’t just a benign enemy of Luke’s—he’s death, a lethal combination of psychosis and smarts. Don’t get close Carly, you’ll just live to regret it . . . if you live,” he added solemnly.
Carly patted Nikolas on the shoulder, touched by his worry, “Don’t worry Prince, I can handle myself. It’s my pathetic little cousin who needs to be watched out for, not me.”
Nikolas shook his head as Carly walked away. “This isn’t about street smarts Carly. This is about life and death,” Nikolas called out as she walked away.
**The Docks**
Luka returned to the docks, sullen with a piece of paper towel over the cut on his lip. He didn’t see them approach and couldn’t prepare himself.
“Lucky, my boy, it is so good to run into,” Helena cooed as Andreas stood by her side.
Luka stood to face her, his blue eyes cutting into her with pure hatred, “Leave me alone Helena, I am not in the mood to deal with you right now.”
“I can see,” Helena said as she touched the hand he was holding to his lip. “You got into a fight. With whom?”
“I’m not telling you,” Luka fought.
“Really?” Helena held out her hand and Andreas placed the ugly diamond in it. She held the Ice Princess in front of Luka’s face and smiled as his eyes became vacant and lifeless, “Now, whom were you fighting with?”
“I’m not sure, I think he was Jack Ramsey,” Luka said robotically.
“Why would that boy pick a fight with you?” Helena questioned.
“No reason, he’s just a punk, like Jason,” Luka claimed, his programmed hatred for Jason Morgan something that worked extremely well, almost as well as his attachment to Nikolas.
Helena nodded her head, if Jack Ramsey, someone unknown to her, was really a threat she’d find out soon enough. She had bigger things to do at the moment.
“Lucky, do you remember what you are supposed to do on Saturday at the Nurses’ Ball?”
“Eliminate Zander,” his monotone voice announced.
“Good boy,” Helena ran her hand down his arm. She looked back at Andreas, “Escort him back to the yacht, tell him exactly how he is supposed to do his job. It must be done precisely like I want.”
“Yes Madame, come on Lucky,” Andreas ordered as he took the Ice Princess from Helena and led Lucky away.
Clearly pleased with herself, Helena stood proudly gazing out over the docks when she heard a pair of arguing voices.
“I know you mean well Alexis, I just don’t think telling him I know is wise at this point. I’m just not ready,” Zander told Alexis, anguish in his voice. “I have come to terms with the idea, but the reality of it . . .”
Alexis touched his arm to stop him from saying anything else when she spotted Helena standing on the docks.
“Well, isn’t this a pleasure,” Helena claimed as she smiled at Zander. He was a striking young man, he looked very much like a Cassadine, that had to be the dominant gene in his blood. Too bad he was Alexis’s son and had to be eliminated, from all that she had read about him in the newspapers, Zander had the makings of a remarkable Cassadine.
Alexis swallowed around the lump in her throat as she watched Helena look at Zander. She prayed Helena didn’t know the truth.
“We’re in a hurry, I have to meet my girlfriend,” Zander said, the old woman gave him the creeps.
“Yes, you are young, you should really enjoy your life to its fullest—you never know when it’s going to end,” Helena said with a smile for Alexis.
“Helena, I’m really tired of your threats against my life. And that’s all they are, I know you are too spineless to do anything to me,” Alexis fought back. “Now be gone before I have to ruin you again.”
“You can never ruin me Natasha—but never doubt I couldn’t ruin you in more ways than you could ever imagine,” Helena told Alexis before turning on her heels and walking toward where her yacht was docked.
Once she was gone Alexis looked her son in the eyes, an extremely fearful look in her eyes. “You aren’t to go anywhere without a guard—understood?”
“Do you think she knows?” Zander asked as he looked in the direction Helena had gone. “Man, she’s insane.”
“I don’t know what she knows, but it’s clear Helena knows you mean a great deal to me. And with the news about Stavros…well, who knows what she will do. I just want you safe Zander,” Alexis urged. “This isn’t like protecting you from Sorel, that was nothing compared to this. You don’t understand how dangerous a person Helena is.”
“Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me Alexis, I swear,” Zander said with a smile as he hugged her tightly. He only wished he could believe his words. He couldn’t stay safe from Sorel, how was he going to stay out of Helena’s line of fire?
**Kelly’s**
Lucky and Elizabeth walked silently through the courtyard, stopping in front of the door to the diner. The late afternoon sun was filtering through the trees, casting a breathtaking light on them. Lucky smiled, remembering their many afternoons spent hanging out in that courtyard.
Sometimes the memories were painful and only made him feel rage and hatred toward all who had stolen his innocence. But after today, after an amazing day of just talking to Elizabeth, the memories were sublime.
“Oh my gosh, I’m such an idiot,” Elizabeth said, hitting her forehead lightly. “I don’t live here anymore.”
Lucky looked at her curiously, “You don’t?”
“Well, sort of. I still have my room here, but Lucky and I are staying at his brother Nikolas’s cottage for a while, it’s a long story. I can’t believe I forgot,” Elizabeth bemoaned with a sigh.
Lucky grinned, “No big deal. I’m sure you can call Nikolas and he’ll give you a lift back in his Jag.”
“His Jag? How’d you know he had a Jaguar?” Elizabeth asked with a grin.
“I um…you mentioned it at Eli’s,” Lucky lied, hoping she believed it.
“If you say so Spence,” Elizabeth said with a soft chuckle. She stared up into his deep blue eyes, getting lost in the moment. “I had the best time today.”
“Me too, we should do it again—if you want,” Lucky whispered as he moved closer to her. He wanted so badly to touch her, but he knew he shouldn’t.
“I want . . . I mean, that would be fun,” Elizabeth told him. Her legs were beginning to feel like jelly as she was locked in an intense gaze with Spence. “Well, I better go in and call for a ride before I do . . . I better go.”
Lucky licked his lips in frustration, “Yup, it’s getting late.”
“Late, uh huh,” Elizabeth muttered as she moved for the door, stepping around Lucky awkwardly, he had seemingly lost all his ability to move.
“Talk to you later,” Lucky told her with a lopsided grin.
“Sure,” she mouthed. Somehow she had maneuvered in such a way that she and Lucky were standing close enough to be kissing. Which happened to be perfect for what was to happen next.
Lucky found his ability to move and touched the side of her face with his hand. He smiled softly and touched his lips to hers. At first Elizabeth gave in and allowed herself to experience it, but then she realized what she was doing and moved away.
“Whoa,” Elizabeth said suddenly, confused by the feeling that brief kissed caused inside of her. She didn’t know what to make of it, but it was like the night she met Spence and he told her “dreams of gold”. It took her back to another point in her life.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I should not have done that, I just got caught up in my own stuff and . . . I hope you aren’t too mad. I am so sorry,” Lucky apologized profusely, running his hands through his hair nervously.
Elizabeth shook her head, “Forget about it, it was nothing. Just a harmless kiss. As long as it never happens again we don’t have to worry. Right?”
“Right,” Lucky replied sadly. He knew it didn’t mean nothing, he knew she felt something, but he also knew she couldn’t allow herself to know what she was feeling. Not yet. But the time was coming, it was growing closer, and then everything would be different.
“This doesn’t change anything Spence. I still like you and want to hang out with you again,” Elizabeth told him, touching his hand softly. “We’re fine?”
“We’re cool.”
“Great, I better go in and call for a ride. I’ll see you around,” she said hurriedly and slipped into the restaurant.
Lucky watched through the window as she walked to the counter and asked for the phone. He hit his fist against the brick wall, angry with himself for acting so impulsively. He hit the wall a second time for the reason why he shouldn’t be acting so impulsively.
It made him so angry to know that he had to be patient, that he had to wait to get his own life back until things were ready. All of a sudden all the good feelings from his lunch were gone and he was filled with anger and hatred. Because everyone believed Luka Cassadine was him he had to live in secrecy. They replaced him and he had to sit back and watch.
The time was coming and soon everything would be different. Soon his parents, his brother, his friends, and the woman he loved would have to face their greatest mistake.
Soon everything would be different.
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