Chapter Four
It
was a long flight, but they finally made it to Greece. Elizabeth yawns, jet lag
setting in.
"Ok
Nikolas. Where do we start? Do you think he may have come here?"
Nikolas
shakes his head. "Don’t know. I say we ask around. You have that
picture?"
"Right
here," Elizabeth holds it up.
"Ok.
Let’s go to the commercial flight and then see what we come up with."
So
for two hours they walk around the airport flashing Lucky’s picture, asking if
anyone has seen him or someone resembling him, but they come up empty.
"We’re
never going to find him," Elizabeth wipes the tears from her eyes.
"Come
on. We’ll catch a cab and head for a hotel. We’ll search again tomorrow. Right
now we’re tired and we’re not getting very much done tonight."
Elizabeth
just nods and follows Nikolas outside. Two minutes later they’re inside a taxi.
They ride in silence til they reach the hotel Nikolas had made reservations at.
They get out when Elizabeth gets a idea.
"Sir
excuse me, but we’re looking for a friend of ours. Here’s his picture. Have you
seen him?" She hands Lucky’s picture to the stout man.
"Oh
Yes. I remember this kid. Very nervous fellow. Kept looking out the back window
as if someone was after him. Poorly dressed, but tipped very well."
"Did
he tell you his name?" Nikolas asked, his eyes widening, finally they were
on to something.
"Lorenzo
Vining I think it was," The man nods. "Nice kid he was. Nice kid. Too
bad that he was so far away from home."
"Where
was he heading?" Elizabeth asked.
"Didn’t
say. He just asked me to let him off at the trainstation. He went in and that
was the last I saw of him."
"Take
us there," Nikolas gets back in the car, followed by Elizabeth. "By
the way, how long ago was this?"
"A
couple of days ago," The man shrugs.
One
hour later they’re at the trainstation that Lucky had used. After thanking and
paying the man they enter the station.
"Ok.
We’ll do what we did at the plane station. We ask everyone, showing them the
picture. Remember, he’s traveling alias."
Elizabeth
nods and they split up. Two hours later, they meet back up at the last desk,
the only one they haven’t checked yet.
"Nothing,"
Elizabeth sighed in frustration. "Nikolas where did he go?!"
"Let’s
ask that man over there. Niether of us has been there yet," Nikolas heads
for the desk.
"Excuse
us sir. We’re looking for a friend of ours. Have you seen this man?"
Nikolas hold up the picture.
"Sorry
sir, can’t give out that information. Company policy," The man continues
typing on his computer.
"How
about if we pay for the information," Nikolas holds up a hand full of one
hundred dollar bills.
The
man’s eyes widen. He obviously never seen that much money in one hand before.
"He was here yesterday. Brought a ticket for a train to Paris France. Left
early this morning. Name was Leo Capri. Had a lot of money on him for someone
dressed so poorly."
"We’ll
take two tickets for the train," Nikolas adds more money to the money he
held in his fist. "Thank you."
"Better
hurry. Next train leaving in five minutes," The man looks at his watch.
"Thank
you," Elizabeth smiles, pulling Nikolas along as she runs for the door
marked Paris.
*
Lucky
looks out the scenery as the train moves along. He sighs, going over the past
day’s events. Lifting all that money from Faison while he was sleeping was a
stroke of Luck. Next time the man won’t carry so much on him. He takes out the
picture of Elizabeth and sighs. He knew he was never going to see her again. If
he returned to port charles, Helena would be waiting for him. He wouldn’t even
get a glance of her. So the smart thing was to forget Port Charles and the
people he left behind. Once he got back to the states, choose a permanent alias
and start over with his life…no matter how heart breaking it was.
All
he had left now was memories. And that was going to have to do him. Sighing one
last time he drifted off to sleep. Dreaming of his last hours with Elizabeth.
*
Elizabeth
sighs and lays her head against Nikolas’s shoulder. "Nikolas…do you think
Lucky still loves me?"
"Of
course he does. Why wouldn’t he?"
Elizabeth
shrugged. "I don’t know. You know I can’t shake the feeling that there was
something I could have done to help him sooner. That there was some kind of
clue I missed or something…"
"Liz
don’t. You’ve done all you could do. Like us, you thought he was dead. Besides,
if there’s really any one to blame it’s me. It was my grandmother that
kidnapped him. I’m sorry Elizabeth. I’m sorry for all the pain my family has
caused you."
"It
wasn’t your fault Nikolas. Lucky would say the same thing you know. It’s not
your fault."
Nikolas
nods and sighs. He looks down at his hands. "So when we do find Lucky, and
bring him home…you’re breaking it off with Jason right?"
"Nikolas,
Jason and I are just friends. That’s all. Why is that so hard for everyone to
understand?"
"It’s
not…but…you two did…"
"We
didn’t. I just let you believe we did because that was what you wanted to
believe. You wouldn’t listen to anything else," Elizabeth shrugged.
"So there’s nothing to break off. And I really doubt that Lucky would want
me to end a friendship just because he came back. In fact, we may need Jason
and Sonny’s help in keeping Lucky safe from Helena."
"You
think Lucky would want to see us much less come back with us?" Nikolas
asked. "There’s no telling what Helena did to him."
"I
think he will once we talk to him and find a safe way to smuggle him back into
port charles without Helena knowing."
"First
thing first. Finding him in Paris. It’s a huge city Elizabeth. It’s not going
to be easy."
"I
know that," Elizabeth rolls her eyes. "But we will find him. You know
why? Because Lucky and I are connected. He’ll know to stay put until I can find
him."
Nikolas
laughed. "You know how corny that sounds?"
"Shut
up!" Elizabeth laughs, punching Nikolas’s arm.
"Ow
that hurt," He sniffed playfully.
"Poor
baby," Elizabeth pats his head. "You know…I’ve missed this Nikolas.
This friendly teasing. It feels like old times. Back when we were the four
musketeers, before the fire."
"I
missed it too Liz. I’m sorry…I’m sorry things had to change so drastically. I
guess the loss of Lucky was just too much for the musketeers to withstand.
Emily has Juan now and that kind of froze us out, then we got into it about
Jason…"
"Now
here we are again, looking for the third musketeer. Maybe the fourth will come
back to the fold too some day," Elizabeth squeezed Nikolas’s hand. She
knew just how much he missed Emily and how he resented Juan for taking her
away…almost as much as he resented Jason. Maybe Lucky’s return will bring them
all back together. Only time will tell.