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        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.”

 

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