I do not own General Hospital. Nor am I making any profit off of this fanfiction so reviews are loved.. I only own my OFC, Arielle Dunn (Spencer) and the plots I throw her into kicking and screaming. The below scenario is sort of my own twist on the more recent Spencer family drama? I've inserted my OFC into the mix sort of, but I've really tried to make it seem convincing and on point as far as characters and their personas go. My OFC is the daughter of Lucky Spencer and a lesser known former character, Summer Halloway. I've played with dates a little, it's easier done when you're using at least one not so well known canon.. So yeah, I realize that this has probably been done before, but this story is totally different, or it will be.

Hoping that people don't run me out of the fandom for GH on a rail for writing this? And that it seems at least a little realistic? This is me attempting to write a fanfiction for a show I've watched since I was probably too young to know what was going on fully.

ONE

My shift at the nightclub had just ended and I was walking out to my car. I'd gotten to work late a few hours ago, so I'd had to take the farthest row from the building to park in. It was dark, almost so dark that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, and normally, that didn't bother me.. I mean it did, but normally, I got the option to park at the front of the lot.

I guess in my year of working here, I never noticed just how dark the farther end of the employee parking lot was around 1 am. And walking outside, towards my car, I felt strangely unsettled. This is probably what prompted me to stop and turn on my phone's flashlight option, raising it, aiming it around the general vicinity of my car.

Nothing there.

I took a deep breath, kept walking. I thought I heard footsteps, it turned out to be two guys leaving the basketball court at the park a block over, they were taking the alley between the park and the club. I took another deep breath and convinced myself, 'Those idiots Tommy ran with are all either in prison or dead. You know this, you were there when they all got found out.' as I started to walk towards the car again. I was just about to unlock my door when I saw the guy standing behind me as reflected in the window of my car.

Before I could fight him off, he'd gotten his hand over my mouth and was dragging me towards an alley, where I was tossed into a van. I fought my way out and thought I had it free and clear. Instead, I was grabbed and then it all went dark.

That was about 12 hours ago, give or take.. I've been sitting in this damned dark room, tied to a metal chair for probably 7 or 8 of those 12 hours. There's a kid here, his name's Jake and he's around 7 or 8.. I've been working my hands loose from the rope binding them and I'm thinking that if I keep it up, I'll get the hell out of here as soon as I get the chance.

The odds of my being missed and saved by law enforcement are practically zero.. I don't have many friends and my bosses at both my work places are not known for their astute observational powers. My father doesn't know I exist, I mean I doubt he does, and well... I don't have anyone really who will look for me, at least not for another week because that's when my rent will come due for my apartment.

And the landlord won't report it, because so many people leave in the cover of night to get out of paying rent, well...

I grunted as I felt the ropes digging into the flesh of my wrists. The blood wasn't flowing badly, I was doing my best to keep from bleeding out. I have to get me out of here.. I have to get this kid out of here too.

It hit me as I was wiggling my wrists against the restraints.. I didn't even know why I was here, why those men had taken me to begin with.

Hell, I don't even really know where I am.

The little boy's eyes widened in fear and he gaped, pointed behind me. Before I had time to stop what I was doing, the hand connected with my face and the pain came quickly. I spat at the man in front of me and then headbutted him.

"Feisty one, ain't she?"

"You betcha, boss. Bitch bit me three times before I got her tied to that chair. Shit fucking hurt." the other man said, glaring angrily at me.

I laughed crazily.. I've learned due to past experiences.. When in doubt, crazy works. Always pretend to be one hundred and ten percent batshit insane if you're held hostage. Nine times out of ten, the person holding you hostage will either try to outcrazy you and make a mistake that could help you escape, or they'll piss themselves in mortal terror and you'll get free that way. But yeah, for the most part, crazy works.

"Spencer gonna come to get his brats?" the man asked, an amused look in his eye. His finger trailed across my lower lip and I bit down as hard as I could then slammed my forehead into his nose again. His nose poured blood like a fountain.

"You're gonna wish you hadn't done that you little bitch." the man snapped as he stepped back, his hands at his nose.

The little boy was cowering in the corner, I felt horrible for him.. How the hell had these jerks gotten him?

Something that the man who'd tried touching me just now came back.. My father.. Something to do with him.. that meant that the little boy in the corner crying was my little half brother. The anger surged and so did my determination. One way or another, I was at least getting the kid out of here. I've lived my life.. For the most part, I haven't actually regretted much..

Okay, that's not entirely true.. I regret not meeting my father and my other extended family members.. I regret not being able to prove that my own kid is alive, that she's out there somewhere, I regret not being able to find her. I regret ever meeting my prick of an ex, Tommy.

So I've had a few regrets.. But my life lately has been a vast stretch of nothing.. Unless it's bad luck, of course. I mean that much should be obvious by now, right? Anyway, my little half brother Jake.. He deserves to actually have a chance to live.

Furious, the two men leave the room. Once they're out, I go back to what I was doing, working the ropes against my wrists. My hope is that I can get my wrists free and then get to the knife I keep in the pocket of my leather jacket and cut my ankles free. That I can then cut my brother's binds and somehow break a window and get him the hell out of here.

I'll worry about me after I've gotten the kid out..

(CONTINUED – LUCKY'S POV)

Frank Smith was about to die. With his last breaths he told me something that blew my mind. And as soon as he told me exactly what I needed to know, I shot him in the head. He stopped breathing, he stopped moving. I stood there, shocked.. Somehow that son of a bitch has gotten not only my son Jake, the son I thought I'd lost, that I thought my father ran over during a drinking binge a few years ago.. He's somehow managed to find the daughter I never got to be a father to because Summer, an old girlfriend, gave her up for adoption when she was born..

He's found them and he has them both in some warehouse. All of this is going to end tonight. I've spent the better part of almost 3 years now chasing down leads for a DEA case I've been working.. That case lead me to realize that Frank Smith was not dead. That all this time, he's been alive and well and biding his time, waiting on a chance to get back at my family, back at me and my father.

And I guess he thought he had it when he took Ethan and apparently, from the looks of it, my own two kids. But the joke is on him now because he's dead and I'm going to get my kids back. I didn't come all this way to not finish what I started. I walked out of the room and back into the room that my mother and father and my sister Lulu stood in, the shock was just wearing off.

"What's wrong, Cowboy?"

"Frank.. He said that my kids are in a warehouse across town.. That the building is rigged to explode if he doesn't call in exactly ten minutes. He's dead now." I stated, sitting down, raking my hands over my hair as I took a few deep breaths.

"Kids?"

"Jake and the daughter Summer gave up for adoption." I answered without looking up. I was getting my second wind now, I was ready to go, ready to get them out of the warehouse. I had to move as quickly as possible but.. I needed help.

Ethan spoke up from nearby and offered, "Let me reload my handgun."

"We're coming too." my mother and my sister added quickly, my father silenced them both, however. "He's got 'em in a building rigged to blow, huh?" my father asked. I nodded.

"How the hell is Jake even alive?" was my father's next question. My mother asked carefully, "Are you sure that this isn't some kind of last attempt to kill you? I think we should call the police."

"If we call them, Mom, they'll storm the building. The people holding my daughter and son will either kill them or move them and I'll never find them again.. I've been getting leads and hints that Jake might be alive for a while now.. I had no idea they'd somehow managed to find my daughter too. I couldn't even do that and I tried so many times since Summer told me and then died."

"Less talking, more going." Lulu insisted. I nodded and we all set out for the warehouse that Frank said that my children were being held hostage in. The drive there would have normally taken fifteen minutes, it was done in roughly five.

My speeding caught the attention of a local cop and before I realized it, I had blue lights on my tail. I grumbled and swore, and as soon as I was out of the SUV I was driving at the warehouse parking lot, I showed the cop my badge and credentials.. I explained the situation as quickly as possible and asked him to call for backup. I also asked him to call my partner on this case, another PCPD officer turned DEA officer, Cooper Barrett. He's the bomb guy, and yes.. I definitely wanted someone I trusted to disarm the bombs that might be waiting inside.

Gunshots broke out and my father and I made our way towards the building, another local cop in tow. I could see my mother and my sister standing there, worried and nervous. Ethan caught up to us and nodded to an opening in the gate at the side of the building.

I went through first, there was no argument or discussion. My father hissed at me to be careful, to make sure there weren't any trip wires or anything, but I was on autopilot. We moved through the abandoned building carefully and quickly, and just as we were getting to the last room, a gunfight broke out. One of Frank's men was trying to slip up on us.

It didn't end well for the guy. I stood over him, gun at his forehead as I asked in a deathly calm voice, "Where the fuck are they?"

"Boss told us to move 'em." the guy managed to gasp.

"Move 'em where? How the fuck did you find my daughter when I couldn't even find her? Answer me, damn it." I snarled, hauling the guy up off the asphalt, shaking him to keep him conscious for a little longer. He gave me the name of the town and stated as smugly as he could, "It.. It was a coincidence, actually..Findin your daughter.. Apparently, she was Tommy's girl and she screwed him over..But you're not gonna get to either of 'em in time." and with a laugh, he was gone.

"You guys go back to Port Charles.. Someone explain the situation to Liz.. I'm going after them." I explained quietly. My father shook his head and refused to leave. Ethan also stubbornly stated that he was not going anywhere.

"Damn it, I have to go alone or he'll kill them. I got myself in this deep, Dad." I explained, a little frantic. I know how they operate, I've been in as deep as deep cover gets. That's the only way I've managed to track Jake as far as I have so far.

If they all come in with me, guns blazing, it's gonna be one hell of an unholy mess at the end. And I will get my kids back alive and safely. I found myself wondering just how in the hell my daughter managed to get mixed up with the son of Frank Smith.. Or how I'd never even known he had a son in the first place.. Something was very strange here, I could feel it..

But it didn't matter. This started with the Spencers and Frank, it's going to end there. And sooner, rather than later.

(CONTINUED – ARIELLE'S POV)

They'd gotten the upper hand, one of 'em slipped up on me right as I was about to have my legs untied. I tried to make a run for it, I screamed for Jake to run as fast as he could and get the hell away from here, but the guy caught him about halfway down the hall.

I screamed and the man carried Jake out of the room and then my world went black. I could feel myself being carried though, and a little while later, I felt movement, kinda like I was in the backseat of a moving vehicle. They'd blindfolded me, they'd also put a gag in my mouth again.

'Stupid fucks.' I thought to myself as I came in and out of consciousness. Panic is really setting in now and when I get desperate, I get crazy. I've had my back against the wall a few times over the course of my life. Somehow, with a little dumb luck and I guess the grace of God, I've landed on my feet damned near every single time. I made my mind up then and there that this time was not going to be any different. I just had to think harder or something, there had to be a way to get myself and the little kid Jake who was apparently my half brother.. There had to be some way to get us both out of here.. Or Jake at the very least.

I didn't want my half brother to die before he'd really even gotten to live his life properly. I've had one hell of a life so far. I have a few regrets, yes, but not so many I'd be selfish enough to sacrifice my younger half brother's safety and life for my own.

The vehicle stopped moving. I pretended to be out cold still and the men unloaded us. The blindfold and the gag came off and I was in a room similar to the one we'd just left. One of the men was pacing, something was said about a phone call and then the phone rang..

Right as the man hung up, he started whispering to the others.

I heard something about a mobster my ex used to work for supposedly.. My stomach churned.. Frank Smith? Did this mean that everything that was happening to me right now was my own stupidity coming back to bite my ass? Was this whole incident related to Tommy, like the last time?

Something else was being whispered, I strained to hear and I heard my birth father's name come up, something about him being a DEA agent, something about the boss has his orders, even if the boss is dead now.. A wave of relief washed over me when I heard that Tommy's former boss was dead now. No more of his goons would show up and harass me, I assumed.

But then the guy still in a mask approached me and I got this weird sense of deja vu... Like I'd seen the guy somewhere before.. He slapped me and I heard that damned lazy Boston accent. What the fuck was Tommy doing alive?

I literally saw him die the last time the goons working for Frank Smith caught up to us. I gasped as the mask he wore lifted. He smirked and asked, "Surprised?"

"T-tommy?" I managed to stammer, thouroughly shocked and shaken, sickened to my core. If he was here.. Had he been helping Frank Smith all this time? I thought he was dead.

He mocked me and then laughed as he said calmly, "Yeah. It's me."

Nothing made sense anymore. Why would Tommy pretend to be dead? What the hell was going on here? I mean I knew Tommy was a bastard when he sent goons that worked for Frank after me when I left him and skipped town. I knew he was a sick and twisted son of a bitch, but playing dead?

"Bet ya wondering what the hell I've been up to, huh?"

I glared, spat at him when he leaned in and sighed, was about to dare to attempt to kiss me on the cheek. "I had to play dead, babe.. Some very powerful rivals of my father wanted me dead.. They wanted that money I stashed from the heist and they wanted to send a message to my father. So my father made me disappear. He was good at that, makin things disappear."

Things clicked into place then.. Tommy was never who he said he was, I'd known that much by the time I got out of the hell he put me through and ran from him.. See, he'd fed me some big lines when we met.. How he was working for the FBI on some case, how he was in deep cover. He had all the credentials to back it up.. I'd assumed that he had actually been an agent at one time, but he went rogue. He got too involved in the cover story and he got greedy too.

"You're..."

"Mhmm.. And now that the old bastard is gone, babe, everything that was his is mine. His taking you.. It was sort of a happy coincidence? See, I've been lookin for you for a while now, Ari.. You keep movin and changin names on me.. I mean not me, but the guys I've got watching you.. Did you really think you'd get away from me, babe? Did you really think I was actually just gonna die and let you have a good life without me? Did you bitch?" Tommy stated, pretending to pout.

"I wish you were dead, actually." I admitted, wincing as he slapped me a third -or fourth- time. It didn't stop me from adding, "And when I'm out of these ties? I'm gonna kill you, Tommy Smith. Frank was your father, am I right? Or did I misunderstand everything you just basically insinuated?"

"Oh no, you're right, babe.. But you're also very wrong.. You're not gonna kill me... Not if you wanna see that little brat you chose over me when you left me." Tommy laughed that same menacing and cold laugh as he had minutes before again as he stared me down intently.

I gaped at him as everything I thought I'd known before came crashing down around me. Nothing I thought I knew was even remotely the truth. Yet all along, I'd had this feeling.. My daughter wasn't dead.. I like to think that as her mama, I'd have known it if she'd actually died like that nurse said.

So what the hell had Tommy had done?

And more importantly, why had he done it? What was he really going to gain from all of this? Why go to all this trouble?

"I got 'em to get ya this time.. Just so happened, my dad, he was onto your dad, he was droppin enough hints to the bastard about Jake to keep him coming after him.. This whole thing, babe.. It's sort of a happy coincidence. I never intended to actually have it work out this way.. But now that it has? I am good." Tommy laughed.

"You're a fucking moron." I snarled as I continued to work my wrists, hell bent now on getting out of the chair and getting my younger half brother the hell out of this situation. It was bad enough that somehow, from what I'm gathering, I caused it.

Yes, Tommy was a huge mistake. I'm thinking now that the first time he did something to hurt me, I shouldn't have made excuses, I shouldn't have tried to justify it with my friends, with my adoptive parents or my birth mother at the time.. I should have taken a gun, loaded it and emptied it into Tommy Smith's fucking skull.

Maybe I'd have even gotten a medal for my efforts. One less psycho in the world, right?

The calmer side took over, it reminded me, 'Your daughter, Arielle. That is reason enough alone to make the bastard suffer but leave him alive. If there's even a small chance she's still alive and out there and he knows, then he's worth more alive than dead.. And if you kill him, Ari, who the hell will raise your daughter? Because you'll be rotting in prison. Your adoptive parents are dead, you have no other family than your birth father's family and they don't really know you.. Not to mention, this is all your fault so when this is all said and done they might just hate you. Admit it, you hate yourself right now, now that you're finally seeing just how insane the guy is, just how scared he had you all those years ago, just how much hell you went through because you were too scared to do something then. When you finally did leave, he had you kidnapped and held hostage, he made it look like he had nothing to do with it, of course, but still.. He was the instigator.' and I took a deep breath.

Slow and painful torture, that was what was going to lie in store for Tommy when I got out of these damned ties.

He got a phone call and then looked at the caller id, said with a smirk, "Time for me to go to work, babe.. Somebody's gotta step into the old man's place.. Might as well be a bastard son that nobody even realized he had.. Just so you don't get confused, doll, that's my alias. Thomas Perry is dead.. But Tommy Smith? Very much alive." as he walked out of the room.

The second the other men were out and I was alone again, I set back to work. Somehow, I'm getting both me and my younger half brother out of this mess I apparently managed to create somehow, totally unwittingly. I mean this feels like it's all my fault entirely.

It's on me to get us both out safely. And damn it, I'm going to. One way or another.

I was getting woozy, the blood loss was starting to affect me, but I kept twisting and turning and moving my wrists against that rope. I'd gotten my hands free when the window across the room from the chair I was tied to was busted in.

My father stood there, gun raised.

I passed out after telling him that I think they had Jake in another room, but I wasn't sure which one. I didn't mention who I was or anything like that, I was afraid I guess.. And more or less just worried about my little brother's safety than I was my own. I got myself into this somehow, all those years ago when I met Tommy and almost married the asshole.

If I die, it'll be my own fault, I figure.

I couldn't hold off anymore, I'd been hit in the head at least twice to knock me out so they could move me.. And I'd been doing a pretty fair job at wiggling my wrists free from the bonds. I'd put up one hell of a fight. Before I could really say anything else, I blacked out..