13
The next morning started out warm, sunny, and with Lucky and Nikolas hiding out behind a large Oak tree in Nikolas’s yard. They were waiting for Portia to emerge and start her day.
"Man…are you sure Portia is behind…" Nikolas began to ask, but stopped himself. Of course Lucky was sure. Elizabeth had told him, plus her disappearance was further proof of Portia’s guilt.
"What?" Lucky frowned. He wasn’t paying attention and had missed what was said, much to Nikolas’s relief.
"Nothing man," Nikolas shrugged, just as Portia stepped out onto the porch. "There she is. Get ready to move."
"I’m as read as I’m ever going to be," Lucky looked at his brother, thankful for his help in finding Elizabeth. He had discovered a long time ago that he and Nikolas made a great team.
Being sure to keep out of sight, the boys followed Portia to Helena’s supposedly empty yacht. Nikolas’s eyes narrowed. What in the world was Portia doing with Helena’s yacht and why was she boarding it now?
"I bet you Elizabeth’s on that thing," Lucky hissed. "I’m going in."
"Not without me, you don’t," Nikolas hissed, following his brother onto the vessel. He pushed back the nausea he felt at the thought of Helena’s ghost watching them. "Where did she go?"
"Shhh," Lucky signaled for quiet as he picked up Portia’s voice. They followed the voice down to what looked like Helena’s bedroom.
Carefully, the boys slipped inside and into a nearby walk in closet. Peering out into the room, the saw Portia leering down at an awake and very still Elizabeth.
"You thought you were smart spying on me Lizzie. You thought it was going to be easy to get rid of me. The girl who took the space reserved for you in the heart of the Spencer family. Well, you were wrong. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, it’s funny, because no one misses you at all. Not Luke, not Laura, not Nikolas, and most importantly…not Lucky. You’ve been forgotten Lizzie. But that’s ok isn’t it? Soon you’ll forget about them, so it’s fine," Portia leaned down and kissed Elizabeth’s head.
"That bitch!" Lucky gritted his teeth, about to burst from the closet to tell Portia off. If it weren’t for Nikolas holding him back, he would have. "How dare she tell Elizabeth that!"
"Cool it Lucky, or you’ll give us away and then we won’t be able to help Liz," Nikolas hissed, pulling his brother away from the door.
"But she…"
"I know Lucky. You’ll get your chance to rectify matters; but right now we have to keep quiet for Liz’s sake. She might kill her if we don’t."
Grumbling to himself, Lucky relaxed under Nikolas’s hold. His brother was right. If he was going to save Elizabeth, he was going to have to keep his cool.
Don’t worry Elizabeth. We’re here, he silently thought to himself
"Well Elizabeth, I have to run. I’ll return later tonight to adjust your memory. TTFN," Portia waved, skipping out the door, leaving Elizabeth to her angry-depressed thoughts and memories. For the first time, Elizabeth began to lose hope. She had thought that Lucky would have found her by now…maybe what Portia had said was true. Maybe Lucky didn’t miss her after all.
As soon as they knew that Portia was long gone, Lucky and Nikolas came out of their hiding place and went to Elizabeth. They frowned to find her arms and legs were free, yet she wasn’t moving
Lucky! You came after all! You didn’t forget about me and neither had Nikolas! Oh why did I listen to Portia! I knew she was lying! Oh Lucky I love you so much! I wish I could tell you! But I can’t! I can’t even move! Please help me! Nikolas, your Uncle has the anecdote Portia said! Call your Uncle! Elizabeth’s thoughts were a plethora of words that she couldn’t speak. All she can do is stare up at her two rescuers as they examined her.
"Elizabeth?" Lucky knelt next to her, taking her hand in his. She grunted, signaling that she was still alive. "What did she do to you?"
"It’s a drug that immobilizes. My Uncle had used it on Helena once. He has the anecdote at Wyndemere," Nikolas looked up at Lucky.
"Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go to Wyndemere," Lucky scooped Elizabeth up into his arms and quickly went for the exit, Nikolas right behind him, hoping for the best.
The ride on the launch was pure torture for Elizabeth. She was setting in Lucky’s lap. So close and warm and safe. But she couldn’t move! No matter how tightly he held her, she couldn’t hold him back and that was driving her crazy. She wanted to touch him. To run her hands through his silken blond hair.
"Don’t worry Liz," Nikolas winked at her. "We’ll get that anecdote."
"Are you sure that Stephen’s not in with Portia?" Lucky asked.
"Positive man," Nikolas nodded. "Besides, he hated Helena. Why would he help Portia carry out her plans?"
"Well…that’s true," Lucky nodded, pulling Elizabeth closer, wanting to protect her from all the evil surrounding them. "It’s going to be alright Elizabeth. I promise."
I love you Lucky. Thank goodness you found me in time. Elizabeth thought as they arrived at Spoon Island.
~*~
"Uncle Stephan!" Nikolas called as they entered Wyndemere, Elizabeth snuggled comfortably in Lucky’s arms. "Uncle Stephan!"
Nikolas, what is it Stephan came out of his office, his brow wrinkled with concern. By the sound of Nikolas’s voice, it was an emergency.
"We need your help Uncle," Nikolas quickly explained what had happened to Elizabeth and that they needed the anecdote which he knew Stephan had.
"Take Ms. Webber up to the guest quarters and I’ll be right up with the anecdote." Stephan directed before disappearing into his office.
"Man, I hope coming here was the right thing to do," Lucky followed Nikolas up the stairs.
"It was. I know it was," Nikolas looked at his brother. "Trust me Lucky."
"I do trust you Nikolas. I wouldn’t have brought her here if I didn’t."
Fifteen minutes later, Stephan arrived in the guestroom and injected Elizabeth with the anecdote.
"It’ll be a couple of hours for the paralysis to fade. But she’ll be as good as new," Stephan smiled warmly at the scared young woman. He hated the fact that Portia was behind all of this. It made him sad that Helena’s hold on the girl was so strong. "Lucky…if you like…Ms. Webber can stay here at Wyndemere until Portia has been neutralized. She’ll be safe here."
"Are you serious?" Nikolas asked, surprised by his Uncle’s office. This was so unlike his uncle. He had never thought he’d open his home to someone so close to the Spencers.
"Yes I am. It’s too dangerous for the girl to return to Port Charles. She’ll be safe here at Wyndemere, where I have guards posted here and I’m made aware of whom comes over on the launch.
"…I’d like that. If it’s not any trouble," Lucky bit his lip. He hated not having Elizabeth’s input about this, but it couldn’t be helped. He had to protect her some how and this was the only means he had since his father didn’t want to believe the truth about Portia.
"It’s no trouble. Ms. Webber will remain here. Where she is safe and sound."
Looking at one another, Nikolas and Lucky agreed. Now Elizabeth was safe from Portia and her evil plans. Portia couldn’t touch her as long as she was hidden on Spoon Island. Cassadine central.