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Date Posted: 11:18:37 09/04/01 Tue
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ET 9
**General Hospital**
Lucky stood at the entrance to the Emergency Room. He and Alison had rode in the ambulance with Zander once the paramedics arrived. Nobody else knew about him at that point, so they felt obligated to go.
“Lucky,” Alison whispered as she returned to Lucky’s side. She had gone inside the ER for a moment but was rushed away by the doctors. Fear set in as she realized Lucky was no longer by her side. After all, Lucky had come face to face with his replacement, a person who had just tried to kill an innocent young man. A shower of horrible images went through Alison’s mind before she saw Lucky, looking shell shocked, standing just beyond the doors to the ER.
“Is he alright?” Lucky asked, his voice laced with worry. It wasn’t really worry for Zander though; he didn’t know the kid. He was worried about Elizabeth and his little sister and Emily and anyone else who interacted with Luka. It was clear he wasn’t of his right mind, or at least he didn’t have control of his it.
Alison shook her head helplessly without speaking.
“We should get out of here,” Lucky said nervously as he heard a crowd of people approaching from behind. He glanced back quickly and cursed under his break. “I’d say right now would be good timing.”
Alison looked over Lucky’s should and frowned, “It’s um, that’s Emily Quartermaine…and—Oh, we should go.”
Lucky grabbed Alison’s hand and pulled her into the ER. It would be easier to leave if they were moving ahead of the crowd—which included Elizabeth, Nikolas, Luka, and the Spencers, among others—instead of towards them.
Lucky had his head down causing him to walk directly into someone.
“Sorry,” the man said. Lucky looked up quickly, his eyes opened wide. It was Sonny, and he looked completely wrecked. A pace behind him, talking to Dr. Karen Wexler, was an equally pained Alexis.
Lucky looked away as quickly as he looked up and continued on his way with Alison. Once they got to the main entrance Lucky looked to Alison questioningly, though he knew she didn’t have the answer. “What do Sonny and Alexis have to do with that Zander kid?”
“Not sure, but you shouldn’t be here,” Sly announced as he grabbed his cousin’s shoulder from behind. “But by their reaction, I’m sure it’s pretty major.”
Lucky breathed a deep sigh of relief as he turned and looked at Sly.
“What exactly happened?” Sly asked patiently. “The Great Imposter came running into the ballroom having announced he couldn’t find Zander but he saw an ambulance in the alley and . . .not long after that Dr. Q got a call that she was needed here because a one Zander Smith was being brought in with multiple knife wounds. And now, I find you two here. What’s the deal?”
Alison felt Lucky’s grip on her hand tighten and decided to take the reigns of the conversation, “Luka attacked Zander, Lucky and I saved him. That’s all we know, and we’re trying to get out of here before anyone that shouldn’t see him, sees us.”
Sly nodded, “Then let’s get out of here.”
“Sly, man, the cops, they are going to want to question us about this . . . I can’t talk to the cops, and I can’t end up in jail,” Lucky’s voice was low and raspy.
“That won’t happen, you weren’t there Lucky, it was just me,” Alison assured with a smile and a squeeze of the hand.
Lucky stopped suddenly and looked into his cousin’s eyes. “Sly you can’t come with us. I need you to go back there and do what I can’t do—protect Elizabeth. Do whatever you have to, but don’t let her alone with Luka. He’s dangerous . . . I have to figure out how to stop him first. So I need you to do what I can’t.”
Sly nodded his head; “You got my word L.” Sly tilted his head and smiled, “Just do me a favor, hurry the hell up and end this all. I really don’t like pretending such a jackass like Luka is you.”
Lucky wanted to smile, wanted to laugh even, but he couldn’t. All he could think of was the first time he met Luka.
<<< “Lucky, wake up—WAKE UP SPENCER!” Faison shouted with dissatisfaction as Lucky defied his orders.
“Open your eyes boy,” Faison growled, grabbing Lucky’s head off his pillow by a chunk of his dark hair, “We’re going for a walk today.”
“Thanks, but I’m really not feeling like a friendly stroll today,” Lucky replied sarcastically, masking the pain Faison was causing by holding his head up by his hair.
“It’s either that or the guards get to have fun,” Faison noted with a chuckle. “Besides, we’re not going for a stroll.”
“Oh now Faison, short term memory fading? You just said we were,” Lucky bristled. Faison finally let go of the clump of Lucky’s hair. The young man smoothed his increasingly longer hair back against his head and sighed.
“We are not going for a stroll, you’ll take a short walk and then play a game of chess—with him,” Faison’s voice hung on the last word, letting Lucky know exactly who his chess partner would be for the day.
Knowing it was either play chess with his replacement or get a beating from the guards, Lucky stood up, his head held high but his eyes betrayed him. “Well then, let’s go.”
Faison led Lucky out of his cell and down a short hallway. The door opened to a room almost exactly like his. Pushing his young captive forward, Faison smiled contently as he looked beyond Lucky at the other captive. If he had to say so himself, this was a job well done.
“In,” was Faison’s only order before the door slid shut behind Lucky, trapping him in the room with the boy who would be his replacement.
Lucky almost had to make a double take as he looked at the other young man. He certainly looked differently than Lucky had seen on the monitors. He wasn’t weak or crying, he wasn’t wearing rags, his hair wasn’t matted against his head.
This young man looked in perfect shape, he wore black pants and a white sweater, his hair was styled (or at least Lucky thought it was supposed to be styled—the line between styled and messy was thin), and he didn’t appear agitated or drained, he was just there.
Lucky looked the boy over before looking to the table he was sitting at. “Anyone sitting here?” Lucky quipped as he pulled the chair out, turned it around, and sat on it backwards. “So,” Lucky began, picking up a chess piece, a white, marble, pawn, “you any good?”
“I’m Lucky Spencer,” the replacement replied, his tone flat yet condescending, “Of course I am.”
“Ok, wait a second,” Lucky put the pawn back down and leaned forward, “You are not Lucky Spencer, I am, got it?”
“I think I know who I am,” came the reply.
Taking a deep breath to center himself, Lucky looked up at the ceiling. “Ok, I get what is going on. The great programming is finished and this is a test. They want to see how infuriating you are to me in order to see how well you’ve been programmed. Isn’t this fun?”
Lucky’s attitude was flip, but that only masked what he really felt. He was sick to his stomach, he had made all of this possible.
But it was too much to endure, no man could go through what he did and come out unscathed. If divulging a memory here or there meant a momentary end to the pain, it had to be a good deal. A good deal that would be his undoing.
“Are we going to sit and chat, or do you want to play?” the imposter asked impatiently as he smirked at Lucky. “Or are you afraid?”
Lucky clenched his jaw tightly and made the first move. “Why would I be afraid? You’re a copy of me, right? Well, you know what they say about copies—they are never as sharp as the original.”
“We’ll see.”
They played in silence, matching each other move for move. Finally, the imposter smirked and laughed aloud, “Check.”
Lucky grinned, “Not so fast…” he made one more move and looked the imposter in the eye, “because this is called Check Mate.
“I win you bastard, and I’ll win in the end,” Lucky hissed. “They are going to hand you my life on a silver platter, but you won’t ever be me. I swear to God, I’ll get out and I’ll get what is mine back.”>>>
**ER**
“Alexis, you have to calm down,” Sonny told her quietly. She was out of control, yelling at anyone who would listen to update her on Zander’s condition. The way everyone in the ER lobby was looking at her, Sonny knew they were growing suspicious. Alexis was acting less and less like a concerned friend and lawyer and more and more like a panicked mother.
“Ok, I just got word,” Nikolas came into the lobby his face ashen with worry. “He’s in surgery right now, but they are confident he’ll pull through.”
“You hear that Em, he’s going to be fine,” Elizabeth said urgently as she held Emily, her best friend’s head on her shoulder. “He’s going to make it.”
“Who told you this Nikolas? Who told you?” Alexis badgered her nephew.
“Dr. Wexler,” he said, trying to read his aunt’s behavior.
Sonny went to put a comforting hand on Alexis’s shoulder when he saw Carly walk in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was alone, her date was gone for the night.
“Where’s your date Carly?” Luka asked smugly as he tried to impede Carly’s way into the hospital.
“Get out of my way kid, I just want to know how Zander is,” Carly admitted. She had met Zander a couple of times and he was a good kid, not to mention he was close to Sonny. Even though she and Sonny were no longer together, she did care about him, and knew Zander’s attack would probably tear him up.
“Where is she?” Alexis shouted, “Why won’t she come out here and talk to me?”
“What’s with her?” Carly asked as she pushed past Luka and went over to Gia, just about the only person who wasn’t shooting daggers at her. Well, Elizabeth and Emily didn’t seem to eve notice she was there, but everyone else looked like they wanted to throttle her.
Sonny grabbed Alexis by the shoulders and whispered something to her. That was met by a swift slap to the face, leaving Sonny to rub his face and shake his head.
“You can’t go back there ma’am,” an orderly informed Alexis as she tried to go beyond the lobby.
“Oh I can’t? Well, if someone doesn’t tell me, to my face, if my son is going to live I’ll go back there and find out on my own,” Alexis declared, stunning everyone in the lobby with her declaration.
“Come on Alexis, let’s sit down,” Sonny urged.
“How could you be so flippant about the condition of our son? My God Sonny, he may be dying and they won’t even tell us,” Alexis cried as she collapsed against Sonny’s chest sobbing.
Carly stepped forward, her eyes wide with shock, “Your WHAT?”
**The Bike Shop**
Lucky hustled into the bike shop, glancing anxiously over his shoulder at Alison’s apartment. When they got there Jamal was waiting for her and he wasn’t very happy, Lucky only hoped helping him didn’t end up causing her heartache.
“Finally,” Jack muttered as he walked over to Lucky, his eyes on someone else the entire time. “Lucky, this is Chris, we come from the same gene pool.”
“The doctor?” Lucky said as he held out his hand to shake Chris’s. “Nice to meet you.” He looked at Jack, “Why is he here?”
“Time to spill the beans kids—I want to know exactly what is going on,” Chris informed them, his arms folded across his chest authoritatively.
Lucky wasn’t sure if he liked the guy. But he didn’t have to like him, he only had to trust him. “What?” Lucky asked, his voice a bit unsure.
“I have the answers to your problem—but you don’t get them till I get the answers to my questions,” Chris informed the skeptical Lucky, a determined look in his eye.
Lucky walked over to the standing Chris and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “If I tell you and anything happens to the people I love, someday, somehow I’ll hunt you down and fucking kill you,” Lucky eyes were dark and penetrating, Chris swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded yes. “Good, now sit down, it’s a long story.”
Lucky began to recount his entire life to Chris, in fact he started before he was even born. If Chris were to understand the enormity of the situation, and exactly how much was at stake, he had to know everything. So Lucky told Chris about his parents and Robert Scorpio on the Cassadine Island and how that simple event and an ugly diamond called the Ice Princess started everything. Luke and Laura’s wedding and Helena’s curse on them, which led to Laura’s abduction, her return, and eventually Lucky’s birth, followed that. The Spencer family’s life on the run, even though it was one of Lucky’s happier memories, was only touched on before Lucky got to their return to Port Charles and the eventual revelation of Nikolas Cassadine.
“I’m not sure how long Helena had my abduction planned, I personally think it could have been when I was working for her. Or it could have been when Nikolas and I got in her face on the docks. I don’t know, but she did. Her plan was simple—torture me, brainwash a long lost Cassadine, and send him to Port Charles to be me. This is where you come in Dr. Ramsey, what the hell is in that water that is making my family and friends believe the blond bomb is me. Spill.”
Chris shuddered as he took in everything he just heard. “Damn, here Eve and I thought the Cassadines being involved was improbable.”
“Eve? Who the hell is Eve?” Lucky snapped, impulsively grabbing Chris around the throat.
“My best friend, don’t worry, you can trust her—she’s the only person I trust, I don’t trust anyone,” Chris admitted as he shook Lucky off.
“You want to know what is up, I’ll tell you what is up. For about a day or two we kind of thought that the virus needed a trigger, and because the only thing that reacted to it was the food coloring Red 40…we thought it was that. Eventually we figured out that there was no trigger, that what the virus did to the brain was so . . .hidden, that only a professional could take advantage of it. What happens is that, in layman’s terms, that due to the virus one will become susceptible to one, strong subliminal message. The suggestion could be planted. The anti-virus that Eve is working on will stop the virus from working, but the message will still be in there, it won’t take hold without the virus, but the human brain is a funny thing. You won’t be able to just step back into your life. The subliminal message that was planted in your family’s minds was just a jumping off point—they now believe this other kid IS you. It’ll take convincing to make them realize the truth.”
“Wow that’s . . .so what was used to drop the hints, the phone system?” Jack asked, glancing at a pensive Lucky. “When will Eve be finished?”
“She skipped the ball tonight to work on it. I’ll go back, fill her in, and hopefully have this thing done soon,” Chris told them with a pleased smile. “When this is all over I hope you don’t mind that I plan to write an essay on it for the medical journals.”
“Hey man, I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t want to write a novel about what I just told you,” Lucky said distractedly. In the apartment he heard a door slam.
“She’s all yours,” Jamal declared as he stormed through the garage, his angered gaze locked on Lucky.
“What?” Lucky muttered as he stood up. “Listen, Chris, thanks for the help, when you have the cure, find me.”
“Will do,” Chris said with a smile. Lucky nodded and headed towards the apartment, Jack followed him.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked. “Where were you all night?”
“My double tried to kill someone, Alison and I saved him but . . . I think something is wrong, I’m going to go check on her,” Lucky said with a wink for Jack. “Unless you want to.”
“Nah, I have a feeling I’ll just make things worse for her at this point,” Jack admitted guiltily. It was ironic, it seemed that Jamal thought Lucky had a thing for Alison, when in truth it was Jack. “I’ll walk Chris out.”
**The Cottage**
Elizabeth and Luka, exhausted from the days events, returned to the cottage, deciding that they would stay with Emily in shifts. It was Nikolas and Gia’s turn to comfort their friend while Elizabeth and Luka got some rest.
But by the look in Elizabeth’s eyes it was clear she wasn’t thinking about resting. Something was on her mind, something she couldn’t stop thinking about.
Spence.
“Lucky,” Elizabeth started, her eyes on her beau as he flopped down on the couch.
“Uh oh, please don’t say you are going to follow up my name with ‘we have to talk’,” he said with a grimace. Elizabeth arched her eyes in confirmation. “Oh, come on Lizbeth, can’t it wait till tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”
“I’m not putting this off . . . please tell me you know what I’m talking about,” Elizabeth urged, hoping beyond hope that their connection would still be there in some way.
“You’re not happy here. . .listen, I know, but it is what is best for me, you know that,” Luka tried, eliciting a sad sigh from the girl he loved.
“It’s not here in the cottage or any place in particular, it is US Lucky. There is something missing, don’t you see it? Whenever I try to make this better between us, whenever I want to . . .you just pull away. I’ve been really trying lately to make things right between us but . . . don’t you want that Lucky?”
“Of course I do,” Luka said as Elizabeth sat down on the couch next to him. “I’ve just had a lot of things on my mind this week, that’s all. But that is all over now, I’m ready to concentrate on us—on our wedding.”
Elizabeth tensed. “Maybe we should get back to remembering why we want to get married instead of actually planning a wedding.”
“That’s easy, because we love each other. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember,” Luka said sweetly, his eyes earnest. And it was the truth, all he could remember was loving her, he couldn’t remember a point where that wasn’t the case, he couldn’t feel anything he was supposed to remember before Elizabeth. “And you love me. That’s how it will always be. Lucky and Elizabeth, today and forever, that sort of thing.”
“The subway token,” Elizabeth said wistfully. “I don’t know Lucky it’s just . . . sometimes everything seems too hard, like what is going on is to keep us apart.”
“Are you having doubts?” Luka accused. He didn’t want to sound angry or jealous, but he couldn’t help it, it just came out. Somewhere his feelings for Elizabeth went beyond the brainwashing and the programming, he did love her. But it was obsessive and possessive, he couldn’t really control it.
“It’s just. . .I look at Zander and Emily and they have that glow, so do Nikolas and Gia. They remind me of what we used to be Lucky. When all you had to do was look at me or say my name and I’d be floating for days. Where did we lose that, how did we lose that?” Elizabeth asked, though she knew there wasn’t an answer.
“We didn’t, Helena and Jason and everything else just got in the way,” Luka paused, a smile jumping to his face. “I’ve got an idea, next weekend, how about we go back to the cabin, you know the one . . .where we first made love? Well, we can go up there and just relax, just be together away from all this stuff that is getting in our way. What do you say?”
Elizabeth bit her lip. It was an appealing option. In her heart she still loved Lucky with everything she had, and maybe this would be the thing to get back to that and take her mind off of Spence.
Spence.
She couldn’t go or make any promises until she saw him again.
“That sounds great . . . I have to check some things out with Chloe to make sure she doesn’t need me this weekend,” Elizabeth lied. “But I’ll let you know soon.”
“Great!” Luka declared as he leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. “Coming to bed?”
“Actually . . . I need to run into town, I have something at Kelly’s that I need, can’t wait,” Elizabeth said impatiently. She grabbed the keys to Nikolas jag off of the stand near the door. “Tell Nikolas I won’t hurt his baby.”
“He won’t care,” Luka told her with a wink before sprinting up the stairs.
Elizabeth waited until she could hear him in the bathroom before leaving. She took a deep breath and opened the door, “Ok Spence, I hope you are home.”
**The Docks**
Alison’s eyes were red from crying and she looked on the verge of tears again as she and Lucky walked along the docks in silence. Sensing her silent despair, Lucky pulled her against him into a supportive, strong hug. “Everything will be fine, I promise.”
“Fine?” Alison asked as she and Lucky left the apartment from the front entrance. “Jamal and I are over, he’s moving out.”
“What?” Lucky asked in shock. “He seemed mad but . . . why?”
“I can’t trust him . . .that’s about what it comes to.” Lucky stayed quiet, allowing Alison to get it all out. “He wanted to know why I took off without telling him, and I lied. He can read me so well and knew it was a lie. Of course, he doesn’t know me that well because he accused me of leaving to go have sex with you. How absurd is that?” Alison blurted out.
“Well, I . . . not that . . .” Lucky stammered, blushing a bit.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that Lucky. You are hot,” she laughed through her tears. “But there is no way we’d ever sleep together. You’re in love with Elizabeth and I’m . . . I don’t know what I am other than newly single.”
“Don’t say that, things will come together with Jamal, he obviously is in love with you,” Lucky said encouragingly, trying to ignore the voice in his head that was saying this was a good thing. It was one step closer to Jack and Alison finding each other. But it wasn’t Lucky’s place to interfere. That was something he’d never do, he had had enough of people playing God with his life, and he didn’t want it for anyone else.
Alison shook her head sadly, “But I don’t think I’m in love with him anymore. My God Lucky, if I was wouldn’t I have told him everything? If I am in love with him I’m supposed to trust him with my life, but I don’t trust him enough to even tell him the real reason why I left the Nurses Ball.”
“Trust isn’t about being in love,” Lucky informed Alison. He took her hand and led her to one of the benches. “I trust you and Jack completely, after only knowing you for a few days I’ve put all my faith in you. I can’t explain why, I just can tell. And I don’t know why except it makes sense right now for me to trust you, because you don’t expect anything.”
“So you’re trying to say that it’s not about trust really, it’s about . . . what, feeling comfortable? Well, I don’t even feel comfortable with Jamal anymore. He feels like a stranger—I feel like a stranger. With you and Jack, I feel like I’m home. I just hate that I’m hurting Jamal. Maybe this is for the best.” Alison’s voice was so final, so detached, it made Lucky ache for her.
“You’ll get through this, I’ll stand by you,” Lucky told her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
“Spence?”
Lucky and Alison turned around to see Elizabeth staring at them. Lucky couldn’t tell if she was jealous or shocked. It did make him smile though, she obviously felt something.
“Elizabeth, what are you doing here?” Lucky asked, jumping up to greet her.
“I needed to talk to you,” Elizabeth said hesitantly, her eyes flicking to Alison. “But if I’m interrupting.”
Alison noticed the way Lucky’s entire being lit up when he looked at Elizabeth. She took that as her signal to walk over to Kelly’s for a few minutes. “Nonsense, Spence doesn’t need me crying on his shoulder all night about boyfriend problems. He’s all yours.”
Lucky smiled at his friend as she walked away.
“How’d you find me?” Lucky asked gently.
“Accident, I was going to the shop and heard your voice,” she muttered nervously, biting her lip as she wrung her hands. “But I was looking for you.”
“Is something wrong? Something I can do?” he asked finally, looking into her eyes and knowing instinctively that she was upset.
“Lucky asked me to go away with him next weekend,” she blurted out. “So much for subtlety,” came a stifled mutter.
“Subtlety can only go so far Elizabeth,” Lucky told her.
“What?” Elizabeth asked, thrown back into the autumn of her youth.
“Nothing . . .” he shook it off, knowing he said too much. “Why do you need to tell me you are going away with your boyfriend?” he asked somewhat defensively. “I don’t have a say in it.” Lucky turned around and walked back to the bench, sliding his hands in his tux pocket before sitting down.
“Maybe you do,” she said passionately. “Maybe if you asked me not to go I wouldn’t.”
Lucky looked up at her. His breath was taken by how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. Her hair and make up was still like it was at the ball, but her gown was replaced by a pair of jeans and a gray PCU sweatshirt.
“Elizabeth . . . what is this about?”
“It’s about the way you make me feel Spence. The way I can’t think about anything else but you sometimes. The way I’ve felt more inspired to paint since I met you than in the year since Lucky’s been back. The way I imagine you kissing me again. The way I want YOU to be Lucky.”
Her declaration was sudden. Lucky wanted to take her by the arms and tell her the truth, tell her he was Lucky. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t find his voice.
“I don’t mean I want you to be Lucky,” she backpedaled, afraid she had scared him off. “I just wish that when I was with you I didn’t feel like I should about Lucky, or that I didn’t feel anything at all.”
“And how do you feel Elizabeth?” Lucky asked, their eyes locked intensely.
“Alive…different, like I remember who I am,” Elizabeth dropped her head, breaking their connection. “And it is wrong. I’m in love with Lucky—he’s who I am supposed to be with. It’s a permanent lock.”
Lucky cringed at the words he had meant so dearly being used in reference to the man that replaced him. Somehow they seemed cheapened and meaningless now.
“Then you have your answer. I’m sorry Elizabeth, I’m not going to stand here and tell you what to do. You’re in love with Lucky Spencer, you have to reconcile the difference between loving an idea and loving a man. When you figure out that a name means very little . . . come find me.”
“Come find you?” Elizabeth challenged. “Here I am with my heart in my hands and you are what? Teaching me a lesson?”
“No Elizabeth I just don’t want to be second choice. I am not going to lie; I do feel something for you. Something at this point you couldn’t begin to comprehend, but I don’t want to be with you if the only reason is because you get some type of nostalgic high when you are with me.”
Elizabeth balled up her fists and glared at him, “Nostalgic high? Maybe you couldn’t understand how I feel.”
“I don’t think that’s the case,” he said firmly. They were standing face to face, both ready to boil over with anger and passion. It made them both feel alive.
“You are so frustrating!” Elizabeth growled.
“Yeah, well so are you. My gosh, do you know what you want even? I know what I want, I’ve known all along, and I’ll always know. But you—you’re such a princess, do you think I’m going to put everything aside just because you’re on some whim that I can make up for how pathetic your boyfriend is?” Lucky spat, wanting to get her mad.
“Pathetic? You don’t even know Lucky, how dare you. Lucky is a great man; he’s been my rock for so long. Lucky was the only friend I had when I came to Port Charles. I never told him that, I never told anyone that, but when I first got here, he was the only person to give me the time of day, the only person to talk to me. I loved him from the second I saw him and never stopped. So who cares if we are having a rough time right now, I know I’m supposed to be with him.”
Lucky smiled and in that instant knew that he had her heart, that he’d always have her heart even if she didn’t realize it.
“What are you smiling about?” she asked, adding under her breath, “you pompous ass.”
“Why did you even come here to me? If you are meant to be with Lucky, why would you come here asking me to stop you?” Lucky asked, but knew he wouldn’t get an answer. “Maybe the answer is a mystery to you right now, but it won’t always be. That I’m sure of.”
Lucky began to walk away but stopped and turned to go back to her. “Soon everything will make sense, soon you’ll understand. But until then I can’t pretend I’m someone I’m not,” Lucky touched her face softly and smiled. “Soon Elizabeth.”
“But wait . . .” Elizabeth called out to him, but he was gone around the corner. “Well that was fun—I don’t know if I want to hit him or . . .what the hell is going on Spence!” she shouted, determined to get to the bottom of something, of anything.
Elizabeth turned and walked in determination back to the car. She grabbed the cell phone that was sitting on the passenger seat and dialed quickly.
“Hi, it’s me. I need your help, can you meet with me?”
**GH**
“This is absurd,” Carly grumbled as she sat in the GH cafeteria with Chloe, who showed up at the hospital just as the festivities began. “How can Sonny and Alexis have a kid together, let alone Zander.”
“You heard the story Carly, they met when they were young, had a brief affair and . . .”
“I know how it happened,” she snapped. “It’s just . . .strange, that’s all. And you know, I knew there was something going on there, I knew they had a history—and I knew it involved sex.”
“I am kind of shocked myself,” Chloe admitted, but Carly didn’t seem to hear.
“And you know what gets me even more? Zander’s a Cassadine—and since I’m a Spencer, it means that I’m now connected to Sonny for the rest of my damn life!” Carly cried, resting her head on the table.
“Ok Carly, I’m not following. How are you connected to the Cassadines forever? What, do you plan to marry that creep Stavros?” Chloe wondered.
Carly looked up and smiled, “If only it were that simple. Don’t you know Chloe, the Spencers and the Cassadines will always be connected. It’s like a curse or something, an eternal tie between two warring families. And even if every generation from here on out wants no part of the war, it’ll still be there because it is who our families are.”
“Oh,” the other blonde said simply.
“Why in the world did I decide to embrace my family history?”
Chloe looked Carly in the eye directly and asked, “If you are trying to embrace your family, why would you take Stavros Cassadine to the Nurses Ball as your date? That’s like a direct slap in the face to your family.”
“It’s complicated Chloe,” she warned, taking a sip of her coffee. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me, I am sort of dating Stefan after all,” Chloe informed Carly.
Carly leaned across the table, her voice in a low whisper, “Let’s just say that all is not as it seems.”
**Kelly’s Courtyard**
Lucky walked into the courtyard of the diner, looking around for Alison who didn’t appear to be there. He looked inside the diner, but it was late and obviously closed.
“Alison, hey, where are you hiding?” Lucky called out as he looked around helplessly. In the corner, by the gate that led to the street was what looked like a jacket. Lucky rushed over and grabbed the item, dread settling into his already paranoid bones. “Shit.”
Lucky looked up to find a gun pointed at his face. Before he could do anything though, his entire world went black.
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