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Lucky and Emily lay on Lucky’s hospital
bed sifting through a pile of
rented movies, deciding which to
watch. Emily threw her hands up in
frustration, “Why can’t we watch
The Craft? I love that movie!” Lucky
grimaced, “It was cool the first
time, but after that it becomes a chick
flick.” “Chick flick!”
Emily looked outraged, she punched Lucky in
the arm, “So what would you like
to watch?” Lucky threw a few videos
aside, “I don’t know, what about
Leaving Las Vegas? I heard it was
pretty good.” Emily nodded,
“Alright.” She jumped off the bed and
shoved the tape into the VCR.
She climbed back on the bed and lay on
her stomach beside Lucky’s legs.
“No fair,” He protested, “You get to
sit comfortably, while I’m stuck
sitting in proper hospital bed
position.” Emily giggled,
“Poor baby.” Lucky shot her a withering
glance, “What is this stuff anyway?”
He asked tugging on his IV. Emily
shrugged, “Nutrients I guess, you
were malnourished remember?” Lucky
shuddered, still tugging on the
tube. Suddenly it came out of his arm,
and dangled on the blanket. “Oops,”
giggled Lucky mildly. Emily looked
shocked, “Did you do that on purpose?”
Lucky shook his head “Naw, but
now I can sit however I want.”
He got up and lay on his stomach next to
Emily. She grinned at him,
and he grinned back. Their eyes locked into
each other’s and they lay in silence.
Suddenly Emily turned her head,
face turning pink. Lucky
smiled at the back of her head. Emily looked
back at him, but Lucky was intent
on the tv screen. She shook her head
and turned her attention to the
movie.
Laura sat in her living room, rocking
Leslie Lu. She remembered her
encounter with Helena in the cafeteria.
“What does she want from us this
time?” Leslie Lu stirred and Laura
looked down at her daughter. Laura
knew that in return for Nikolas’s
bone marrow, Helena expected Laura to
keep Luke away from Nikolas.
But this game, Helena kept referring to,
what did it mean? Laura took
her sleeping daughter upstairs and put her
to bed, and uneasy feeling growing
in the pit of her stomach.
Emily stretched as the static filled
the screen. “That is the best
movie.” She declared happily.
Lucky shook his head, “I can’t believe I
let you watch The Craft.
I’m such a sucker.” Emily giggled, “Point
being?” She smirked mischievously
at him. Lucky reached behind him and
bopped her on the head with his
pillow. “Ow!!!!” Emily shrieked.
“Alright, That’s it!” She
ripped the pillow out of his hands and whacked
him over the head. He lunged
at her and the two wrestled back and
forth. Emily, being much
smaller than Lucky, was easily pinned, arms
above her head. “Alright,
alright, uncle!!!!” She gave up. Lucky
stared down at her, steadily, not
blinking. Emily looked up at him, she
pulled her arm out of his grasp
and ran her finger along the bruise on
his cheek. She placed her
hand on his cheek. Lucky leaned down and
brushed a light kiss against her
cheek. Emily smiled at him, and he
leaned down and placed a gentle
kiss on her lips. “Lucas Spencer!”
barked Bobbie, “What do you
think you are doing?” The two teens jumped
apart, faces flushing. “Visiting
hours ended four hours ago.” She
scolded, and slight grin on her
face. Emily stood up, “I guess I’d
better be going.” She picked
up her purse and then the movies, “I’ll
return these tomorrow morning.”
She turned to walk out the door and
paused. She turned around
and stared at Lucky. Suddenly, she dashed
towards the bed an gave Lucky a
long kiss. “Alright Romeo,” Bobbie
smiled, “Get some rest.” She walked
out the door, head shaking. Emily
and Lucky broke apart, laughing.
“Do you think we gave her a heart
attack?” Lucky joked. Emily
grinned, “I’ll come by after school. See
ya Romeo!” She giggled. She
left the room, and Lucky turned off the
T.V. The room was engulfed
in darkness. He slowly got out of bed and
walked over to the window.
The events of the night, had left him
breathless. He grinned,
his ribs hurt from the pillow fight, and his
breathing was a little hoarse,
but he could care less. He stared up at
the moon. “Good night Juliet.”
He whispered.
Alexis and Ned walked along the
docks, staring out at the water. Alexis
rubbed her forehead. “You’ve
been quiet all night, what’s wrong?”
Alexis sighed, “Helena’s sending
me to Jakarta to monitor ELQ, and
Stefan’s business. I don’t
know how long I’ll be gone, it could be
months, even years.” Ned stopped
walking, “You’re leaving, for
good???” Alexis shook her
head, tears filling her eyes. “What choice do
I have. If I don’t,
it’s my life on the line. Either way, I’m leaving
you and I’m miserable.” Ned
pulled her into a hug. “You can’t get rid
of me that easily.” Alexis pulled
back and stared at him bewildered,
“What do you mean?” Ned stared
out over the water, “I’m saying, I’ll
go with you. I have business
in Jakarta, I’ll relocate.” Alexis
looked shocked, “You’d ... you’d
do that for me?” Ned flashed her a
charming smile. “Anything
for you. When do we leave?”
Laura surveyed the small private
room Lucky had been moved to. He lay
asleep on the bed, surprisingly
quiet through the whole ordeal. “Just a
few more days, and we’re out of
here,” she thought to herself. She
started as Bobbie came in, coffee
in hand. Bobbie handed Laura a cup
and she smiled at her tentatively,
“How is he?” Laura turned to face
her, “He’s getting better everyday.
He’ll be able to leave soon.”
Laura turned back to the window.
“How is Luke?” “He spends a lot of
time with Lulu, he only comes here
when Lucky’s asleep, they don’t want
to deal with the past until Lucky’s
fully healthy again. Upsetting him
cold only cuase a relapse.”
Bobbie nodded. “Well, my shift’s up, I’m
going home. I think he’s
out for the night, do you want a ride.” “Yes
thanks.” Laura breathed gratefully.
Hospitals were beginning to sicken
her, she was as anxious ot leave
as possible.
Later that night, around 1
or 2 am. Luke crept into Lucky’s hospital
room. He stood in the doorway
and watched his son breathe. The
moonlight lay across Lucky’s face,
giving him a young innocent look.
Luke sat down in the chair across
from Lucky and stared intently at his
chest. It was rising and
falling rhythmically, a slightly hoarse sound
to it, but that too was diminishing.
Lucky moaned in his sleep and Luke
began to get up. Lucky opened his
eyes, and brought his hand up to his
face, he stared at Luke intently.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
Luke cleared his throat nervously,
“I just wanted to make sure you were
alright.” Lucky’s eyes filled
with tears, “Did you care if mom was
alright that night Dad, huh?’ He
hissed. “What makes you care this
time?” Luke stood up, “I
can see we’re not ready for this, we need more
time to cool off. I’ll come
back some other time.” “Don’t bother.” his
son said coldly. Luke turned
and walked out of the room, defeated.
Lucky got out of bed, untangling
the IV that was supposed to be plugged
into his arm. It was like
a warden to him, confining him to that bed
and he’d have none of it.
He crept onto the windowsill and sat, staring
up at the sky. He had to
get out of here, he needed to see Emily.
Alan and Edward and AJ all stormed
off in separate directions, to their
respective rooms. A fight,
this one much louder than usual, had
erupted in the middle of supper
and continued into the wee hours of the
next morning. Emily had crouched
on the stairs and listened to her
relatives blast each other over
trivial EL business. She rubbed her
forehead, “This house is a war
zone,” she muttered to herself. She stood
up as Edward stormed across the
foyer, he glanced up at her angrily,
“Eavesdropping is not a very becoming
habit,” He snapped at her. Emily
bit her lip, “I’m sorry Grandfather..”
she began. “Not another word!”
bellowed Edward. Emily’s
eyes filled with tears, “I can’t handle this
anymore.” she said. She ran
up the stairs and into her room. She
slammed her bedroom door and leaned
against it, gasping for air.
Suddenly she strode across the
room to the window. She felt around on
top of the window ledge and found
what she was looking for: the last
joint Matt had given her in the
hospital, the day before he died. Tears
spilled over her cheeks.
She dropped the joint on the floor as her
hands began to shake. “I
.. can’t.. I ...” She picked it up and put it
between her lips, she fished around
in her bag for a lighter. She
climbed out onto the roof to keep
her room smelling normal. She lit the
joint. Suddenly, the phone
rang, causing her to drop it. She watched,
half in despair, half in relief
as it rolled down the roof and into the
eaves trough. She climbed
back into the room and picked up the phone.
“Em? It’s me, meet
me on the docks in an hour.”
Lucky hung up the phone and sat
back on the bed. This was going to take
all his creative juices, which
had been rather dulled lately. He
glanced around the room.
His backpack and clothing were in the closet.
He pulled on his jeans and sweater,
picked up his bag and walked over to
the window. A large, branchy
tree stood a short distance from his
window. “Thank-you to the grounds
people,” muttered Lucky. He opened the
window, and removed the screen.
He climbed over the edge on the window
and out on the hospital ledge.
One small step and he was on his way
down the tree. He stumbled
a little as he landed with a hard thud on
the lawn. He broke into a
painful cough and leaned against the wall of
the hospital. Soon he steadied
himself and headed towards the dock. He
didn’t where he was going after
that, but first he had to say good-bye to
a few friends, starting with Nikolas.
Lucky stood on the dock of Spoon
Island, staring up at the huge house
on the cliff. He took a deep
breath and began to climb the stairs. He
didn’t know what possessed him
to come to Nikolas, except that Nikolas
had helped to save his life.
And, Lucky thought to himself, he was his
brother. “Did I just think
that?” He muttered out loud to himself. He
shook his head. He stopped
at the top of the stairs. Lucky surveyed
all the entrances to the house,
nearest to Nikolas’s room. He knew
that Stefan would never let him
in the house if he knocked. But was he
ready to climb up to the second
floor, was he in good enough shape after
the accident? Lucky sat down
on the grass. A funny feeling washed over
him, he suddenly felt no
urge to go into the house. “Is Nikolas
outside somewhere on the island?”
Lucky asked himself. He decided to
try the stables. Within a
few minutes Lucky had reached the large
stable which was well lit.
Lucky crossed his fingers, “Let’s hope this
is him.” He pushed
the door open and saw Nikolas grooming Sheeba
lovingly in her stall. “Hey,
I thought you had people to do that for
you?” Lucky questioned innocently,
“We wouldn’t want your royal hands
dirtied at all.” Nikolas
stiffened at Lucky’s voice. “I enjoy grooming
horses, it’s relaxing. What
do you want?” He asked coldly. Lucky
sighed, he had gotten off on the
wrong foot again. He held up his
hands. “Look, I’m sorry.
That was dumb of me to say.” He suddenly felt
light headed and sat down on a
bale. Nikolas was immediately concerned,
“Why aren’t you in the hospital?
Do your parents know you’re here?”
Lucky shook his head, “I can’t
stay in Port Charles anymore. My father
and I had a bit of a .... falling
out so to speak. I have to leave.”
Nikolas furrowed his brow, “But
what about Laura? And Lulu?” Lucky
looked almost guilty for a moment,
“Laura, she doesn’t understand, she’s
on Luke’s side. And Lulu, well,
I’m going to admit it to you, it’s
tearing me up inside to leave her.
But I don’t know what else to do.
All I know is there’s nothing in
Port Charles for me anymore.” Nikolas
nodded, “I guess whatever happened
was pretty serious. “ Nikolas had
never heard Lucky refer to his
parents in such a cold distant manner.
Lucky nodded slightly. “So
where are you going to go?” Nikolas asked.
Lucky shrugged, “I don’t know,
wherever. I was thinking of going to see
Sly, maybe crash with him for a
while.” “How will you get around?”
Lucky held up his passports and
money. “The first night I ran away, I
intended to go to Switzerland.
Ever since Em and I ran away, I’ve
stashed a couple of our old aliases
and passports in my school bag, so I
had them ready for me to use.”
Nikolas shook his head, Lucky had
everything all figured out. “So
what are you doing here?” Lucky looked
at the ground, “I .... I ... came
to say good-bye.” “To me??” Nikolas
was shocked. Lucky nodded, “You
helped save my life, you saved Lulu’s
life. I don’t know.
I felt like I owed you. And, I think I wanted
to.” Nikolas restrained a
grin, “What do you want me to tell Laura and
Luke if they come here looking
for you.” Lucky laughed, “They won’t.
This is the last place they think
I’d come. But if they do, just deny
I was here.” He started to
leave, “Lucky wait!” Lucky turned around.
“Will you send me a postcard or
something sometime, so.. so I know
you’re okay?” Lucky looked
at Nikolas steadily. He nodded, “I’ll let
you know.” And with that,
he was gone.
Liz stared at the phone as she hung
up. Relief was flooding over her in
waves. Detective Garcia had
found the rapist. Liz gulped in air, her
torment was over, she’d no longer
have to glance behind her shoulder all
the time. The rapist had
been a serial rapist, on the run from
California. The question
laying on her mind was if she was to testify.
Her therapist suggested that she
just enter her statement as evidence.
Could she handle the trauma of
reliving that night? She didn’t think
so. Liz shook her head, it
was behind her. She started as a tapping on
her window shook her out of her
deep thoughts. She ran to the window,
“Lucky!” She opened the window
and let him into her room. She took his
backpack from him and set it next
to the bed as he flopped on it.
“What are you doing here so late?”
Lucky rubbed his forehead. “I came to
say good-bye..... I have to leave
Port Charles. I’m going to visit Sly
in Canada for a while.” Liz
couldn’t believe her ears, “You’re leaving
... now? Why?” Lucky
shook his head, “It’s a long story, I have to get
a way for a while, and I figured
I’d go visit a long lost friend.
Listen don’t tell my parents if
they come asking.” “They’re the ones
your running from aren’t they?”
Liz asked seriously. Lucky stared at
the ceiling, “I’m not running,
I ..... it’s complicated Liz. I need a
break.” Liz nodded, “I won’t
say a word.” She stared at her hands. “On
a lighter note, Taggart and Garcia
caught the rapist. His name’s
something O’Connoll. He’s
on the run from California. And I don’t have
to testify, I don’t think.”
Lucky gave her shoulder a quick squeeze.
“That’s great Liz, I’m happy for
you.” He stared at the clock on her
dresser, fifteen minutes till he
had to meet Em, “Well Liz, I gotta
split. I’ll contact you soon,
I promise.” He leaned over and gave her
a kiss on the cheek. “Say bye to
Sarah for me.” He climbed out the
window, and shimmied down the drainpipe,
and into the darkness.
Emily stood on the docks, shivering
as the late night wind cut through
her thin jacket. She checked
her watch for the third time. Lucky
should be here any minute, she
thought to herself, then I can smack him
for dragging me out here in the
middle of the night. Her anger soon
faded though as she remembered
the kiss in the hospital. She rubbed her
arms, in anticipation. She
looked across the water at Spoon Island, all
the lights at the mansion were
off. But the stables were still lit and
shone across the water. She
wondered what Nikolas was up to at this
late hour. She grinned exasperated,
probably rearranging the tack room,
Nikolas was a perfectionist when
it came to Sheeba. Suddenly she heard
a noise behind her. She whirled
around, right into the arms of Lucky.
“It’s a little cold out here isn't’
it?” He grinned. She flashed a
bright smile at him, “I was just
thinking the same thing.” She leaned
her head against his warm shoulder
as he breathed in the smell of her
hair. She pulled away from
him, and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
“Not what was so important that
you dragged me out here in the middle of
the night huh?”