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Date Posted: 10:08:24 02/24/01 Sat
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's message, "The Path of Thorns" on 09:58:31 02/24/01 Sat
Chapter 7
**Boat House**
“Ow,” Lucky grunted, his teeth gritted as Liz held his left hand in hers. He looked down at what she was doing, closing his eyes at the sight of the blood. “I need stitches, don’t I?”
“No, it’s really not that bad Lucky,” Liz said with a sigh as she placed a piece of gauze over the tiny cut. She got up from her seat and walked across the room to the counter where the first aide kit was opened. “What exactly happened out there?”
Lucky lifted the gauze up, sighing as he realized the cut wasn’t too deep. “I don’t know . . .I was trying to fix the rope tow for water skiing. Landon came up to me, insisted he could do it and yanked the knife I was holding out of my hand. Thus, the cut.”
Liz finally found the bottle of antiseptic from the first aide kit and returned to Lucky’s side. She looked at him a bit guiltily, but didn’t say anything.
“Does he normally have a strange jealous tendency when it comes to other people fixing boats?” Lucky asked with a laugh.
“This may sting,” she warned as she dabbed the antiseptic over the cut. “I don’t know what got into Landon, maybe the sun or something.”
Lucky shook his head, not really buying her excuse. “Well, if heat exhaustion causes that sort of reaction from him, remind me to stay away next time. No, sorry Elizabeth, your boyfriend seemed to be acting out in jealousy.”
Liz recovered Lucky’s hand, placed tape over the fresh gauze. “Jealousy? Why would he be jealous?”
Lucky looked at Liz, his eyes locking intensely with hers. A small smile played on his lips as he watched her reaction. It probably wasn’t right, what he was doing. But he couldn’t help it. He knew telling Liz he was very attracted to her probably would only serve to cause problems with his brother, something Lucky didn’t want.
So, all he did was flirt, and in retribution get his hand cut ‘accidentally’ by Landon.
The dead silence filled the room with an almost unbearable tension as Liz held onto Lucky’s hand while dressing it.
“Um . . .” Liz began, still holding Lucky’s hand gently. “Next time, when you have the knife . . .don’t hold on so tightly. Give it to him.”
Lucky nodded his head, forcing a grin as he looked up at Liz. Their faces were inches apart and he felt a strong urge to just kiss her. “Ok, next time I won’t be so stubborn and let go.”
“Good,” Liz muttered, unable to break their gaze. “What’s that?” she sighed, her concentration at an all time low with the exception of her fixation on Lucky’s eyes.
“Knocking . . .the door, someone’s at the door,” Lucky snapped to attention, jumping off of the chair he was sitting in and rushing to the door. He flung it open, flashing an uneasy smile, “Gina! What can I do for you?”
“Emily was getting worried, she thought you two were ditching her party and sent me to come look for you guys,” Gina said with a laugh, touching Lucky’s arm slightly. Liz saw the action and did everything she had to suppress the anger at her friend’s tiny action.
“Emily is too paranoid for her own good,” Liz said, finally regaining use of all her senses. “I’m going to go . . .see what’s going on with Emily.”
“Ok, we’ll be out in a minute,” Lucky said, feeling the need for a few moments away from Liz in order to regain his composure.
**Lake**
“Well that was interesting,” Nikolas sighed as he lay on the blanket next to Sarah.
“What was?” she asked tiredly, watching Landon as he worked on fixing the rope to the boat.
“The way my brother and Lucky . . .my brothers were acting. Is it me or did Landon seem to be acting kind of, I don’t know, jealous?” Nikolas wondered, though he knew the answer himself. He could tell just by looking at him that Landon was jealous of Lucky, jealous of everything about him. Lucky appeared to own
the image he strives for. Lucky was laid back and with a quiet intensity, he was funny and charming, and probably what bothered Landon the most, he seemed to have garnered Liz’s attention quite easily.
“That accident? Nikolas, I think you are reading far too much into that tiny incident. Lucky didn’t seem to take offense, and Landon would never deliberately hurt somebody.”
Nikolas looked at Sarah, amazed that she didn’t understand. “How can you say that was nothing. You know Landon as well as I do probably, you’ve been friends a long time. How can you not see he hasn’t been himself since we found out about Lucky?”
“I’m not saying he hasn’t been himself Nikolas, I’m saying he isn’t acting jealous. Now drop it, it’s a non issue,” Sarah said, almost warned, as she got up to walk towards Landon.
“Oh hell!” Nikolas muttered as he flopped back down on his back.
“Rough day Prince?” Lucky asked, sitting down next to him.
“You’re awfully familiar for being the new guy, aren’t you?” Nikolas asked, trying to make a joke but it coming off more as indignant.
“Sorry man,” Lucky said defensively making a move off of the blanket. “Just trying to be friendly.”
“No, wait,” Nikolas said quickly, his face flushing with embarrassment. “That was my attempt at a joke. As I’m sure you know, Cassadines aren’t exactly equipped to making jokes. I meant no malice.”
Lucky looked at Nikolas wearily. He already had a slashed hand because of one brother, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to take a chance with the other.
“I swear, I have no problem with you.”
“Really?” he said skeptically. “You accused me of being a plant by Helena just three days ago,” Lucky whispered harshly. “I’d consider that a problem.”
Nikolas smiled weakly. “Are you going to judge me on one, menial moment?”
Lucky shook his head, smiling at Nikolas. If one had asked him a week ago which of his brothers would be accepting and which would be the first to commit physical violence of some sort on him, Lucky would have guessed Landon the former and Nikolas the one with the grudge. But here he was, joking around with his Cassadine half brother while Landon, his full brother, seemed to resent him … for reasons Lucky was fairly certain of.
Sarah made her way towards the boat, watching Landon and Tony curiously. There was something about Tony that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. He was different, charming, but he seemed to not care what anyone else though. Sarah, because she had learned paranoia through osmosis by living with Nikolas, felt that Tony was up to something, that he wasn’t totally on the level. She made it her job to find out what.
“Hey boys, need a lady’s opinion?” she asked as she came upon their laughter.
“Sarah,” Landon said, breaking his laughter. “What are you doing? That Cassadine finally exasperate you?”
“Who, Nikolas? No, I think I drove him nuts,” she joked, trying to make eye contact with Tony. The boys were sitting on the edge of the boat in only their swim trunks. “Boy, it’s hot, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so,” Landon muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
“What about you? Do you think it’s hot?” Sarah asked again, this time dipping her hands into the water, running her wet fingers across her neck.
“It’s 88 degrees, sure, it’s hot,” Tony said with a grin, oblivious to Sarah’s attempt at flirting.
She rolled her eyes, focusing back on Landon. “Is that thing fixed yet, I want to go skiing.”
Landon didn’t quite hear what she said, his eyes focused on where Sarah’s fingers just were, his mouth slightly agape.
“Landon? Hello,” Sarah called out, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
He scrunched his face in question, “Whatever you asked?”
“Cute Spencer, really cute,” Sarah said softly, touching his cheek with a smile.
“That’s me Webber, the cute Spencer,” he joked, grabbing her around the waist, holding her above the water. “And you know it.”
“Spencer, let go of me, right now,” she ordered as he dangled her above the water.
“Not until you admit it.”
“Admit what?” Sarah asked with a laugh as Tony watched in amusement.
“That I’m so much hotter than Lucky! That I’m the cooler Spencer. Admit it and you stay dry Webber,” Landon said with a smile, loosening his grip slightly.
“You wouldn’t?”
“Oh, really?” He let go of her even more, her ponytail dipping into the lake.
“Ok, ok! You are the king stud, now let me go,” Sarah ordered.
Landon looked up at Tony and smirked. “If you say so,” without hesitation Landon released his grip on Sarah, allowing her fall into the water. “You look a little wet there Sarah, need a hand?”
“I’ll get you Landon, mark my words,” she yelled, splashing him as she bobbed in the water.
**Main Picnic**
“Emily, why are we up here?” Liz groaned as her best friend pulled her into the main picnic.
“Because, my parents insisted I put in an appearance once all the guests arrived. And if you honestly think I was going to do this alone . . .”
“Isn’t that what Sly’s for? He is your boyfriend,” Liz complained, still a bit thrown from her encounter with Lucky.
Emily glanced over at Liz, a smile on her face. “Speaking of boyfriends . . .what exactly happened between yours and Lucky? And what happened between you and Lucky?”
“Nothing,” Liz said a bit too quickly. Emily was about to push further, knowing instinctively something was up, when she found Carly staring them down.
“Oh great,” she groaned.
“Can we escape?” Liz whispered. Neither Liz nor Emily got along with Carly. Liz because she was accepted into the Spencer family before Carly was, creating an intense resentment on Carly’s behalf. And Emily didn’t get along with her because of the Jason and Michael situation.
“Look who has decided to join us. Why are you gracing us with your presence now girls?” Carly said with mock sweetness.
“Who exactly invited you Carly? Nobody really likes you,” Emily replied, gritting her teeth as Liz tried to pull her away.
“Well let me think? Oh yeah, AJ invited me. Seems your brother doesn’t hold a grudge as long as you do.”
“You know what they say Carly, alcohol damages ones brains cells, I have to forgive AJ for this I guess,” Emily said sharply, planting her hands on her hips in defiance.
“Em, let it go. I see my brother, lets go talk to Steven,” Liz urged, trying to leave before Carly started in on her.
“Oh Liz, how are you doing?”
“Fine, you?” Liz asked, trying to keep the conversation normal.
“Peachy, I really like Lucky. You’ve met him right?”
“Yeah, he’s great.”
“Great, I’m sure La . . .” Carly was about to say something more when Sonny stepped in front of her, handing her a beer with a smile. “Sonny, move, I was trying to talk to Liz.”
“No, Carly, you were trying to fight with Liz. Why?”
Carly looked at him adversely, “I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Why must you act like a child around Liz and Emily? I get that you don’t like them and they don’t like you, wonderful. But it doesn’t mean you have to fight with them for the hell of it. Do you see me trying to pick a fight with Ned just because we are at the same party? Hell Carly, do you see me trying to pick a fight with any of the people here who I know hate me?”
“No,” Carly pouted, glaring as Emily and Liz walked off laughing to themselves. “But I don’t need you to reprimand me like I’m your child Sonny. I’m a mother, I’m starting my own business, I have a life, I think it is safe to say I don’t need you telling me what is right and wrong.”
“I’m not trying to do that Carly. But as your friend, I hate watching you act like someone I know you are not. Promise me, next time you see Liz and Emily, instead of intentionally antagonizing them and starting a fight, just ignore them.”
“What if they start it?” she asked somewhat hopefully.
Sonny looked at her crossly, “They won’t. And if they do, then prove you are the bigger person by walking away.”
Carly took a sip of her beer, smirking at Sonny, “Yeah, like you’d walk away from a fight ever.”
“That’s why you are a bigger person than me,” Sonny confessed with a smile.
~*~
“Another son?” V asked in shock as she talked to Alexis. “Luke and Laura had a son before Landon and they just met him?”
“It seems that way. He’s nineteen and very charming, kind of like Luke but he’s not annoying,” Alexis explained with a laugh. “Lucky seems like a mystery though. All Luke and Laura seem to know about him is he’s spent all these years in Italy with Maria Antolli.”
“Who’s that?” V asked curiously.
“See the woman talking to …” Alexis paused, trying to remember who the man was. “Steven Lars, Liz’s older brother. That’s her. She raised Lucky, the two, according to Luke, are very close.”
“Wow, only in Port Charles, huh?” V snickered. “So Lucky was kidnapped as an infant by some by average thugs?” she asked skeptically.
“That’s what Luke’s told me.”
“Has it occurred to anyone that maybe Helena Cassadine could have been behind this? She hated Luke and Laura for a long time, it would make perfect sense,” V mused, looking across the lawn to where Luke and Laura were talking with Kevin and Lucy.
“I’m sure its crossed everyone’s minds. But Helena is lethal, if she did this, she’ll do anything to keep it quiet.”
**Helena’s Yacht**
“Andreas, I need you to do something,” Helena beckoned. A moment later Andreas rushed into the living room of the yacht, adjusting his tie formally.
“Yes Madame, what can I do for you?”
“I want to see Lucky Spencer, we have something to discuss,” Helena said icily. “Bring him to me.”
Andreas looked at her with confusion, “Tonight? He’s at the Quatermaines Madame. I saw him when I went to deliver the message to Miss Davis.”
“And how did that go?”
Andreas suppressed a smile, answering smoothly, “She seemed sufficiently frightened. She will not be visiting Madame’s yacht uninvited anymore.”
“You weren’t seen, were you?”
“Not at all, I was rather stealth about it,” Andreas said proudly, referring more to his adventure in the closet than anything else.
“Wonderful, you have the remainder of the evening off,” Helena said kindly, running her fingers over his broad shoulders.
“What about Lucky Spencer Madame?”
“Find him and tell the boy I want to speak with him on Friday at noon and not to be late. But Andreas.”
“Yes Madame?”
“Don’t let anyone see you with Lucky, you mustn’t be caught.”
“Do not worry, I’ll do what you wish,” Andreas said, rolling his eyes when she wasn’t looking.
“You are dismissed,” Helena excused him. She sat behind her desk, reading over a file in front of her. “I gave you a choice Lucky and this is how you repay me? Now you’ll understand exactly how much power I have.”
**Quatermaine Boat House – That Night**
“Go on without me, I’ll meet you at the dock in five minutes,” Liz told Landon as everyone was going down to watch the fireworks display that was being shot off from across the lake. “I just want to get my sweater from inside, it’s getting chilly.”
Landon took her hand, smiling gently, and kissed it. “Don’t be late.”
“I won’t be,” Liz said as she watched him walk off. Once he was gone she opened the door to the boathouse, expecting to find it empty. When she saw a figure stand up from behind the tiny bar in the back of the living room Liz nearly jumped eight feet in the air, with a scream to equal it. “Who’s there?” she asked, grabbing the nearest blunt object she could find.
“Just me,” Lucky’s voice cut through the darkness, in a matter of moments he flicked on the main light. “You’re not going to hit me with that . . .” Lucky looked at the object in her hand, laughing softly, “flipper, are you?”
Liz’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the sudden light, but sighed when her eyes confirmed what her ears heard. “What are you doing in here?”
“Getting a shirt,” Lucky said simply, holding out the blue Rugby shirt in his hands. “You?”
“Same thing,” she snatched her sweater from the bag. “You coming to see the fireworks?” She felt a bit hesitant around Lucky, their near kiss earlier in the day still resonating through her body. How she had wished that the knock hadn’t come on the door at that moment. The entire rest of the day all she could think about was how close she was to kissing Lucky, how soft and perfect his lips looked, how much she wanted it . . .and how much she knew it would kill Landon if he found out.
“Shall we?” Lucky asked, himself having much trouble concentrating the rest of the day. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but he found himself inextricably drawn to Elizabeth Webber, and nothing he did could make the feeling go away.
“It’s stuck,” Liz groaned as she tried to turn the doorknob. “How can it be stuck?”
“Let me,” Lucky stepped passed her, reaching for the doorknob at the moment she pulled her hand away. Their hands touched, causing Lucky to momentarily forget what he was doing. He looked at Liz, and for a moment couldn’t think of a coherent thing to say. “Yup, stuck.”
Liz made no move to back away, actually reveling in the sudden closeness of their bodies. The sweater slipped out of her hand as she found herself mesmerized by Lucky’s body. Her eyes moved up from his hand on the doorknob, up his forearm, concentrating on the way his muscles seemed to be suddenly tensed.
“We should work on getting it unstuck,” Liz mumbled, not really sure why she was speaking at all.
“I guess so,” Lucky replied unenthusiastically. Instead of trying the door again, he moved his hand to hers, touching her left arm with his free, right hand.
“How’s your hand?” Liz asked as she closed her fingers around his bandaged left hand.
“Not bad,” he said with a sigh. In contrast to the other throbbing parts of his body, his hand felt good as new. “How’s your . . .um . . .” Lucky’s voice trailed off, not really sure what he was asking.
As if her brain had absolutely no control over her hand, Liz reached up and touched the side of Lucky’s face. Her desire to feel his lips in some capacity, overtaking her as she ran her thumb across his full bottom lip. She gently began to chew on her own lip as she realized what she was doing, how she had most likely lost all control of her own actions.
“You know, I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you,” Lucky confessed, his voice low and raspy. “But I’m an . . .honorable guy. I could never . . .you and Landon.”
“Shut up, please,” Liz ordered, her hand reaching behind his head and pulling him forward. She kissed him hard and wantonly. She was almost shocked, but certainly delighted, when Lucky took control of the kiss, sending his tongue forward to explore her mouth.
Her knees were about to go weak and send her crumbling to the ground when she felt his strong, capable arms wrap around her waist, holding her for support. Lucky pulled her closer so that there was no space, no air between their bodies. He knew it was wrong, but nothing had ever felt so good in his life.
Before Lucky knew it, he felt Liz hands sliding under his tank top. Her warm hands connecting with his cold skin, sending a shock through his body. He backed off the kiss slightly in an attempt to allow his hand the ability to roam her body freely like they wanted. But the cracking of the fireworks sent him rocketing back into reality.
The idea that Landon was down on the docks, waiting for Liz, expecting nothing, quickly sobered Lucky. He looked into Liz’s eyes, which were so trusting and wanting, his heart breaking that he had to stop this.
“Elizabeth, we can’t . . .you and Landon, I can’t come between you two,” Lucky choked out. His arms were still around her, his lips longing to kiss her again.
“You’re right, we can’t do this,” Liz said, backing away suddenly, taking a step towards the couch and grabbing her sweater.
“Right. This never happened, we never kissed. We’ve got to pretend it didn’t happen. Right?” Lucky said, almost asking if what he was proposing was right.
“What happened?” Liz asked with a sad smile.
With a deep sigh, Lucky forced the door open, “A lot . . . but I can’t seem to recall exactly what.” They both left the boathouse, an odd feeling of excitement and worry filling their minds. What Lucky said, he meant. Something happened, but he couldn’t exactly understand it at all. One thing was sure, Lucky was only in Port Charles a few days and life was already infinitely more confusing than he prepared for, and he prepared for a lot.
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