27
Two weeks have passed since the
explosion. Life was at a standstill for
Lucky’s loved ones. As promised, Zander
explained the reason behind Lucky’s actions and kept a close eye on Elizabeth,
who had moved in with Alexis, not, wanting to remain alone in the house she had
once shared with Lucky.
A week after the explosions, three
bodies were recovered. Helena
Cassadine, who seemed to have been handcuffed to some type of unidentifiable
wreckage, Sarah Webber, and one of Helena’s goons. Tom Baker and Lucky were yet to surface.
Zander and Roy became close. Zander forgave Roy for leaving and Roy
expressed pride of his son’s undying loyalty to his sister, who was sinking
deeper and deeper into the throes of depression. She ignored all telephone calls and would only talk to her
family. She ignored the concerned calls
of the Webber family, unable to forgive Sarah’s part in Lucky’s death.
It was a foggy night when Elizabeth
managed to get some time to herself. It
was Emily and Zander’s anniversary, so he had no choice but to leave his newly
found twin sister to herself. Tired of
looking out at the four bland walls of the penthouse, Elizabeth decided to take
a walk along the dock. Relive the
moment where she had lost Lucky forever.
Fog swirled along the black waters,
making the world seem almost supernatural.
She halfway expected to see the ghost of Helena’s yacht to come floating
out of the fog, back to reap revenge on the living. She hugged her shoulders against the chill of the air as she
noticed the dim light coming from Wyndemere in the distance. A beacon to lost wandering souls. She sighed, wondering if Lucky was one of
them. Well…at least he was free of
Helena now. He no longer had to worry
about that sick hag threatening the people he loved anymore. She was as dead as he was.
“Be free Lucky,” She whispered before
turning around to stare into the cold maniacal gaze of Tom Baker.
“Not a word,” he whispered.
“Y-you’re dead,” her mind screamed with
outrage. He was alive! Tom was alive while her Lucky was dead! How unfair!
“No sweetheart. I’m alive and well and here to collect what
was promised to me!” He reached out for her and clasped her wrist in an iron
grip. “Don’t struggle and it won’t
hurt.”
“No!” She screamed as he brought her
close, pressing his hard body against her struggling one. With the last reserve of strength she had,
Elizabeth brought her knee up and made contact. The blow wasn’t as hard as she’d have liked, but it was hard
enough to make Tom release her.
“Oh no you don’t,” He caught up with her
from behind and pulled her under him.
“I can do it this way as well sweetheart.”
“No!
No! Help! Someone help me!” She screamed as he pulled
her skirt up. She felt his cold fingers
on the soft skin of her back as a loud gunshot echoed through the night and Tom
fell still on top of her.
Unable to move, she closed her eyes as
her rapist was pushed off of her and she was pulled into a warm embrace. She clung to her rescuer, relishing how
familiar those arms felt. It was like
coming home. Yet she was afraid to look
at h is face. Afraid of the bitter disappointment
awaiting her. It was best to just set
here in this stranger’s arms and pretend that it was Lucky. Alive after all and protecting her from all
that was evil.
“Elizabeth,” the voice was a
whisper. She felt him begin to pull
away, but she clung onto him even tighter.
“No.
Please, don’t let go. Not yet,”
She begged, not ready to lose the fantasy just yet. “Please…keep him with me a little longer.”
“Who?”
“Lucky.”
A guilty sigh escaped the man’s lips and
his embrace tightened. “You have my
heart and that’s a permanent lock.”
Shock vibrated through Elizabeth’s mind
and she pulled away to stare into a pair of tear-filled blue eyes. Blue eyes that only belonged to one
person. “Lucky?”
Lucky nervously smiled, knowing that it
was likely that she was furious with him.
He hadn’t meant to be gone for this long. He just wanted to make sure that Helena was dead and gone. That she no longer would be bothering his
family ever again. “It’s me,” He
nodded, tossing the gun he had brought just a couple of days ago to the edge of
the dock.
“But how…we watched the explosion.”
“It’s a long story. I rather wait until I got you somewhere
warm. Come, let’s get out of here,” He
helped her to her feet and led her away from the docks where Tom’s lifeless
body remained until morning.
~*~
Lucky took Elizabeth back to her studio,
a place she had been avoiding since her kidnapping. Well, she did try to go back the week before, but the memories of
her and Lucky making love caused her to flee and she hasn’t been back since.
Now following Lucky into the building, it felt like she was walking into
a dream.
For a long time they sat on the couch in
silence. Elizabeth was still wondering
if all of this was a dream and Lucky was thinking of ways to tell her what had
happened aboard the yacht before it blew up.
“Are you made at me?” He broke the
silence. “I don’t blame you if you
are.”
Elizabeth looked at him, surprised that
he had asked such a question. To be
truthful, she was angry. All the grief
and pain…it was all for nothing! But
then she felt incredible relief, canceling out the anger. He was alive! Her Lucky was alive and this time he did save her from Tom! Tom was dead and Lucky was alive! Now the world made more sense then it did
earlier that evening.
“Elizabeth?” Lucky asked, scared by her
silence. What if she couldn’t forgive
him?”
“…I’m just thankful that you’re alive
and Helena, Tom, and Sara are all dead.
They can’t hurt us anymore,” Elizabeth wiped away a stray tear. “Tell me, how did you escape? And what took you so long to come home?”
Lucky swallowed and took her hands in
his. He looked her straight in the
eye. “After you left with Zander,
Helena ordered Sarah and Tom out. Once
we were alone, she began coming on to me.
Running her hands through my hair, kissing me…instead of gagging like I
wanted to, I responded. I noticed the
boat was moving and she admitted that we were leaving Port Charles and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon. So…we kept kissing, all the while I was
taking out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her to the headboard of the bed.”
“Lucky,” Elizabeth gasped in shock.
“I know. It was a dad thing to do.
Helena even said so herself. She
asked me what I was doing and I replied
that I wanted to be the domineer this time. She just laughed and agreed.
After kissing her a few more times, I told her that I had a idea and I needed to go to the
kitchen. She only smirked at me and
said very well. It wasn’t like I’d
jump off a moving ship. Smiling I left her handcuffed to the bed and
calmly walked to the railing. Making
sure that I was alone, I jumped. After
hearing Sarah’s scream for Helena and another splash, that I know now was Tom,
I pushed the button, which activated
the bomb I had Zander set to explode, killing everyone on board.”
“…Where did you go after that?”
“I swam
until I reached Spoon
Island. I begged Stefan to let
me stay there until Helena’s death was
confirmed. I was on my way home
when I found Tom attacking you.”
“I think goodness for that,” Elizabeth
sighed, leaning into his embrace. They
stayed like that for quite a while.
Lucky was beginning to think she had fallen asleep when her eyes popped
open and a hug grin spread across her face.
“Wait until Luke hears about this. He’ll love how you outsmarted Helena,” She
laughed.
“Do you want to go and tell him now?”
“Sure. In fact, we better go. They
probably have a search party out looking for me by now,” Elizabeth giggled.
Right on cue, Luke’s voice rang out,
mixed with Roy’s. “Elizabeth!”
“There they are,” Elizabeth smiled,
leaning her head back against Lucky’s shoulder, suddenly exhausted from the
startling events of the evening.
“Cowgirl, are you in here?” Luke stuck
his head through the door.
“She’s right here dad,” Lucky spoke
up. He held back laughter at the
expression on Luke’s face when he saw his deceased son setting with Elizabeth,
comfortably resting in his arms.
“Cowboy?”
“Yes dad. It’s me. I’m alive and
well.”
“Luke, what in the…” Roy pushed
Luke deeper into the studio, trying to get past him and stopped when he saw
Lucky. “Lucky?”
“But how?” Luke blinked.
Lucky smiled. “It’s a long story if you want to listen.”
Both Luke and Roy sat as Lucky told them
everything that had happened after Zander and Elizabeth left the yacht. After he was done, Luke beamed with
unabashed pride.
“That’s my Cowboy! A Spencer through and through,” Luke clasped
Lucky’s free shoulder. “I couldn’t have
done better myself.”
“It’s over dad. All of it.
It’s finally over. Helena’s dead
and we can go on with our lives without the fear of her popping up again. I’ve made sure of that.”
A tear fell from Luke’s eyes, realizing that his son was
truly and forever safe. No more Helena
to mess with his head. No more disappearing
into thin air. Lucky was back with his
family for good.
“Yes you did
Cowboy. Yes you did.”