Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it, wish I did, but things just aren't so

Also, I would just like to say the whole thing about "let's not tell Laura, because we wouldn't want to get her hopes up," makes me sick, if there's a chance my son might be alive, hell yeah I would want to know. I'm also of thinking of bringing in Flea into it a little more, I'm mean Felicia, sorry force of habit. All those who are reading let me know what you think.

Laura ran down the streets of Port Charles as fast as she could, she had to get home. She could feel the strength ease out of her legs, and her breath lost in the wind, but the thought of seeing her son again propelled her further and faster, with a strength she had never known she had before. She whipped around a corner, hitting something, and hitting it hard. She fell to the sidewalk, with the wind knocked out of her. She looked over to see the poor soul she had bombarded, only to see Liz. "Liz, gasp, I'm so sorry, I gasp, didn't see you." "It's okay, Mrs. Spencer," she said slowly getting back up. "I was kinda out of it too." She held out her hand to help Laura up, she stood up and wiped the dirt from her beige trench coat. She looked over too see Elizabeth, the girl her son loved so much, eyes stained red as if she were crying. She reached up to touch her face, "Lizzy darling, you've been crying, what's wrong?" Another tear came rolling down her check as she wiped it away, "it's nothing, you know, it's just, just… sometimes, I'll be sitting, or working doing anything, and I'll just remember Lucky, something he said, or did. And, it's just hard… you know." Laura stood there in contemplation, she should tell her, what if Lucky wasn't alive, could she put Liz through all the torture of thinking he was.

Luke shoved the last of his papers into his one of his cases, he glanced over at the clock, 8:55, she should be here soon. As if on cue, Laura walked through the doors carrying 1 suitcase, always pack light, she had learned a lot from her days with Luke when they used to go on adventures. "You ready to go," he asked her, she nodded, "and Lesley Lu," "She's staying with mom, she'll be just fine. But there's just one more thing," "Elizabeth," Luke cut her off. He looked at the young girl standing by the doorway, carrying a satchel on her back. "What are you doing here," "She coming with us," Laura said firmly. "No, no way," he said shaking his head, "it's to dangerous, there's a chance," "Mr. Spencer," Liz stepped forward. "there was a time when I had no one, but Lucky was there for me, he helped me through a difficult situation, now it's my turn. Lucky would never let me down, and I'm not going to let him down. I love him." She uttered the last line with a choke in her throat. Luke sighed, allowing his gaze to flow from Elizabeth, to Laura, then to the floor, Webber women, he thought, he was having a hard time getting what he wanted to today. "Alright," he said with another sigh of defeat, "let's get Lucky."