AN:This is my first fic and it is AU...It is Lusam based and centers around them on the run from a certain dark force in Port Charles...Please Read and Review and I dearly hope you enjoy it.:D

"I love you very much," she said softly into his ear as they danced under the moonlit sky

"I love you very much," she said softly into his ear as they danced under the moonlit sky. He pulled back and looked into her brown eyes. He saw only the pure genuiness in them. She had meant what she said and he was happy. A small smile spread across his face and he softly whispered back, "I love you too princess." For the rest of the night they danced and ate until it was time that they slept.

Next Morning

She turned over in the bed as she let out a big yawn and stretched like a well slept cat. He lay beside her, the blanket covering the lower half of his body. She rubbed her small hand over his well-defined torso. In his sleepy state, he flicked her hand away and turned away. She gave a little pout and rose herself up to his ear.

"Get up sleepyhead," she said quietly, "It's morning."

"Do I have to get up?" he whined boyishly, "I think I'd much rather stay in bed with you all day." She gave a little laugh and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Or we could do that," he said reaching for her.

"I think not baby boy."

"Why not?"

"Because we have very important things to do today. Remember?" she answered sliding off the bed and pulling on a robe over her petite frame.

"Do I remember?" he asked incredulously, "How can you insult the one you love so much. I am saddened. Hurt. Positively angered." He clapped a hand over his heart dramatically.

"The drama I have to deal with concerning you. You don't remember, do you?"

"No," he answered hanging his head in mock shame. She reached over and pulled at his ear. "Ow!" He clapped a calloused hand over her small hand.

"Mr. Alzheimer. I told you just yesterday and you already forget. I don't know how we get things done sometimes."

"Mr. Alzheimer. That isn't a very nice thing to say. You have hurt baby boy's feelings but baby boy knows how to make it all right." He started to pull her up unto the bed when they both heard a soft, strange noise. Had it been any other two people it would have gone unheard. Lucky let go of her hand and sprung out of bed while Sam reached for her knife that lay on the side table.

"You stay here," Lucky commanded to Sam. Sam bestowed him with a withering look that told him she wasn't staying anywhere. He turned around, opened the door and proceeded to look around.

"Who's there?" he bellowed to the unknown intruder.

"Who's there?" a woman's voice mocked in a condescending tone from behind them. Immediately they both knew who it was. "I taught you to have better taste than this, Samantha. A Spencer. I had such high hopes for you. Tsk! Tsk!" Sam turned around tightening her grip on the knife that was in her hand.

"What are you doing here?" she asked through clenched teeth.

"Now do you have to ask that, my little ninja? You betrayed me by sleeping with the enemy. I was willing to give you everything that you wanted and this is how you repay me. I think not."

"You never did anything for me. It was just for your gain. You are a selfish bitch!"

"But isn't that what brought you to me, young lady. Your selfishness. As a matter of fact that was what made you a better Cassidine than your bastard mother, Natasha, and your pansy ass cousin, Nikolas. They never deserved the Cassidine name."

"You shut up! Don't talk about them like that and Sam has changed," Lucky shouted heatedly advancing on Helena Casssidine, the matriarch of the Cassidine family and the villain of the seaport town, Port Charles. However Sam stopped him from doing something that he might live to regret later.

"Oh my dear, sweet, foolish boy, she has got you hooked. You have done well, my grandchild. Young man, a leopard never changes its spots and a true Cassadine never changes their way. She may be "in love" with you right now but mark my words one day she would realize what a true wimp you are and drop you like a hot potato. Then you will be singing a different tune and I will be waiting in the sidelines ready to welcome her back to her true calling. I am like that, you know. I am willing to give her a second chance after this most heinous of betrayals. Then you all will know who you are really messing with. Again."

"Helena, I will never work for you again. Haven't you gotten that straight as yet? I don't like the person I became working for you."

"Now, now my child. Don't you say that. You enjoyed being in control and having everyone squirm below you. You loved being the puppet master and I assure you it showed. Power is intoxicating and it will reel you back in to my side."

"The dark side. Never again, Grandmother." Sam said distastefully.

"Stop this!!" Lucky suddenly shouted, "Stop this crazy talk. Oh wait you can't, Helena. You're off your rocker and some more. I think we're going to have to call in the men with the white jacket. Don't you think so, princess?"

"I think that is the best idea you've had in awhile," Sam replied removing her gaze away from 'the most evil one' (as Spinelli would put it) and unto Lucky.

"Ouch! That hurt. The best idea I've had in awhile?" Lucky questioned with an 'Oh really!' expression on his face.

"Lucky, you know what I mean," Sam said with a touch of irritancy in her voice that made Lucky slightly raise his eyebrows.

" 'fraid not, sweetheart. Your meaning eludes me."

"Lucky! Not right now. Not in front of her."

"Oh!! Don't mind me. Go on with your little tiff. I have no problem what so ever with what is going in front of me," she interrupted slyly, a sickening grin marring her elegant features.

"Please. Shut up!!" Sam cried annoyedly.

"I'm sure you have no problem with what is going on in front of you but I do. A big one. I will not give you the pleasure of seeing us fight. We will discuss this later," Lucky addressed to Sam. She just looked up at him with pure anger then shook her head and walked away. Lucky followed her with his eyes down the hall and into the room.

"Now what do you really want?" Lucky asked Helena loudly turning menacingly towards her.

"Don't you use that tone with me, young man. I know it's not my place to judge but …"

"You're right it's not your place to judge. Tell me why you're here," he cut across very angrily.

"Why I'm here has already been accomplished and even better I had to do nothing. Life is so good," she said, the grin still on her face.

"Get out! Get out!!" Lucky bellowed pointing a single finger towards the door.

"Alright but things don't seem to be looking up for you, son. I hope everything works out for you. I really do."

"You know I don't condone manhandling women but for you I will make an exception." He then reached for her and quickened her departure by pushing her out the door. He slammed the door behind her, the sound reverberating around the eerily silent place. He stood in his position, fuming for awhile then headed for the room where Sam was going to rip him a new one.

The End!Until the next chapter of course...