Coming Home

Chapter 1: Bad News

Author's Note:

Hello! The only thing you need to know is that Lucky left town right after the Metro Court Hostage/Explosion, it'll be explained in the chapter, but he's been working as a spy for the CIA. This story will have Liason, Scrubs, Lusam, and Robin and Lucky friendship. I have no idea how long this story will be, but please review. Even if you don't like it just review it so I know what you guys are liking or not liking about the story. Thanks and enjoy.

Lucky nervously sat in his boss's office wondering if there was something wrong with the report he had done on North Korea. It was mid November and he had just returned to the United States yesterday after being on a six month mission with an elite group of the CIA, he along with ten others were part of a new program called Eagle Nest.

He heard a door open a closed and realized it was Robert, Robert Scorpio, a head spy of the CIA that had hired him almost a year ago.

"Hey Robert, something wrong with the report?" Lucky assumed it was about the report when Robert walked in with a folder.

"Um no, the report is fine, you did some good work over there."

"Than what's with the folder? New mission? It's ok if it is I'm up for it," Lucky excitedly smiled.

Since joining the program he had become a new man, a man with confidence, a man who didn't disappoint family and friends with his choices, he had erased the past two years of his life and started over. After the events in February, the explosion at the Metro Court, Lucky's worst fears came true. He could accept that his wife had slept with another man. He could accept the fact that Elizabeth found comfort in Jason Morgan, but what Lucky couldn't accept was the fact that she lied to him about a child that wasn't his. Her reasons were plausible; she wanted to keep him from going back to drugs. Her heart was in the right place, it always was which was why he chose to forgive her because he knew he had driven her to this point, it was always his fault. The amount of guilt Lucky felt was enough to make someone suicidal and Lucky was exactly that, he knew that Elizabeth loved Jason and he wasn't about to keep the man from his own child even if Jason's life wasn't suitable for children, Lucky tried to do the honorable thing. And he did exactly that when a month later Robert Scorpio came to town recruiting for men to join a new elite branch of the CIA. He didn't care that Lucky had been on pills because he knew Lucky was sober and because Lucky felt he had no reason to live, no one to live for Lucky became careless with his life which motivated him to put all his energy into work, it was the only thing he had left. Impressed by his work in just a month's time Robert offered him the chance of a lifetime and Lucky jumped the gun and decided it was time to part from Port Charles. His family figured he'd always come home, but Lucky had decided when he arrived in Washington D.C. for his training that he would never return, why go home? He often asked Robert when he would tell Lucky that Luke, Lulu, Nicholas, Emily, Robin and Elizabeth would ask about him, why go home Robert when I've got nothing to come home to? Robert always tried to tell him that he had family and friends, who missed him, but Lucky was convinced that he didn't need family; he didn't need family that would always look at him as a failure.

Robert looked down at the folder, "I wish it was," he looked up at Lucky. Robert didn't know how to tell him what happened. He had seen this man go through so much in the past couple of months; he had convinced Lucky to forgive himself for everything he had done. He had given Lucky a new life a new way to live. He had given Lucky a reason to live and with the information that was in this folder he only hoped that the progress Lucky had made wouldn't be damaged or destroyed.

"I don't understand, Robert, what's going on? Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to kill those two guys, if I left a trace there than I'll be more careful next time," Lucky began to panic that he might be getting kicked out of the program, that he had had failed at yet another thing in life.

"Oh no, Lucky. They have no idea we were there, you did an excellent job," Robert looked down at the folder.

"Oh," Lucky looked down at the carpet wondering what was going on.

"Lucky, I don't know any other way to say this, but I'm afraid we have some bad news," Robert opened the folder in away that Lucky couldn't see the contents.

"Bad news?" Lucky looked up confused not at all thinking about his family whom he hadn't spoken to since he left.

Robert looked at the police report that had been faxed over to him. He himself was still surprised at the turn of events, "We tried to get in touch with our people in Korea, but you were so deep into the country that contacting you just wasn't an option, it would have been impossible. There was just no way of getting you out you have to understand that the timing was just horrendous."

Lucky slowly realized something had happened at home, "It's my mother isn't it, she died? Well she left us a long time ago I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later."

"It's not your mother," Robert slowly said.

"My father then, well he was an alcoholic and he smoked, if he got sick that was his fault," Lucky said without much sadness in his voice. His father never really gave a damn about him and as Lucky grew older he saw straight through the man who only wanted to be a father while his mother was sane.

Robert slowly picked up the folder, "I'm sorry Lucky," and tossed the file in front of him. Lucky looked at him confused when he saw the file was marked with "Property of the PCPD, Police Report." He looked up at Robert wanting an explanation, but Robert wanted him to open the file before he spoke.

Robert watched him slowly pick up the file and turn away from him. When he saw that Lucky had opened the file, he dropped the bomb, "Your brother and Emily Quartermaine died on October 31st the night of their engagement ball."

The papers, the photos and the empty folder slowly fell to the floor. Time stopped, Robert's voice became non existent and shock settled in Lucky's mind. His hand slowly covered his mouth. He clenched his teeth together trying to hold in his emotions, I'm not gonna cry, he told himself, crying is sign of weakness, he said again. He closed his eyes hoping that the tears building up in his eyes wouldn't fall, but it was unavoidable, he couldn't fight back the warm drops of watery liquid that fell from his eyes. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the wall for a few minutes. Robert stopped talking letting the reality set in.

"Don't stop, please continue," Lucky instructed glancing at Robert to continue explaining what happened to them.

"It started out as any other ball, there was dancing, jealous arguments and then your brother dedicated the ball to Alan. While he had everyone's attention he proposed she gladly accepted and the night went on. At around eight that night it was reported that Anthony Zacchara a rivalry mob boss of Sonny Corintos and Jason Morgan was seen," Robert could see Lucky's 'of course' look.

"But they don't think he killed her," he saw Lucky's right eye glance at him surprised by what he just said.

"Even though he was responsible for stabbing Ric Lansing, shooting guests, and terrorizing them the police are convinced she was murdered by the Text Message Killer. He or she has attacked many women, choking them with rope and other devices."

Lucky wasn't interested in hearing about the Text Message Killer, at least not now, "How did he die, my brother?"

"You have to understand that he loved her and…"

Lucky snapped, "I know how much he loved her! I grew up witnessing their love story! Tell me how he died!"

Robert accepted his anger, "During the night, he was some how left alone for maybe twenty minutes, they found a revolver next to his body," Robert didn't want to have to tell him that the Cassadine had killed himself so he explained it in a way that Lucky could infer.

"So he took his own life," Lucky slowly nodded looking down at the report where the photos were scattered.

Lucky picked up a photo Nicholas who was holding Emily's hand, he stared at their lifeless bodies, "They went out like Romeo and Juliet…"

Robert slowly nodded, "It would appear so."

"I'm sorry once again, but I'm afraid there's more," he saw Lucky look up at him with anger in his eyes.

"More? What else could there be? Did this Text Message Killer or whatever the hell they are calling him did they kill Lulu or Robin or Elizabeth or anyone else that I know?"

Robert tried to calm him down, "No. Lucky, um I wanted to present this to you myself."

He removed a letter from his desk drawer, "Before Nicholas…Well he um wrote a letter to you and only you, it was found in his pocket, this is the original. The police had to read it to see if maybe it entailed something about how he or Emily died, but besides them no one else has read it, it was his last wishes you could say." He handed the fragile letter which had dried blood stains on it to him. Robert knew what the letter said, it was bittersweet, one could definitely tell Nicholas's desperation, hurt and longing to be reunited with Emily.

"What does it say?" Lucky asked not sure if he wanted to read it.

"You need to read it, it was addressed to you," Robert insisted that he read it when he was ready.

"Lucky we the board has decided that you should take some time off before you go back to duty," he suggested.

Lucky bent down grabbing the papers and the photos and placed them back in the folder. He then took the letter and placed it in the folder and looked up at Robert, "Please tell me, I haven't missed the funeral?"

"It's tomorrow, we can send you on a Private jet tonight and you'll get in tonight," he removed a plane ticket from the desk drawer, "I'll be going with you."

Lucky couldn't believe Robert had already made the arrangements, it scared him. "Um you know I think I'm just gonna phone home, I don't need to go visit everyone."

"Well you're gonna have to go home because it's an order. You need to go home, see your family, see what this letter that Nicholas addressed to you says, in order to know if you've moved on you need to do this." He instructed before getting stricter, "We're not gonna send you anywhere until you go home first, you haven't seen them in almost 9 months, one week isn't going to kill you."

"It might," Lucky knew he was being over dramatic about the whole thing, a part of him wanted to go home, a part of him knew that Nicholas and Emily would want him their, he owed them that much.

"Ok, I'll go, but only for a week I don't want to stay their too long," Lucky got up from Robert's desk.

Robert sprung up from his desk, "Why? Are you afraid to feel again?" He knew they taught their spies to not ever get emotionally involved, to basically not feel anything at all and for months all Lucky was allowed to feel were the emotions of the missions.

"No, I'm afraid I'll never want to leave," Lucky looked at him straight in the face afraid that if he returned home that he might be convinced to go back to his old life, his old friends and family.

"And what would be wrong with that Spencer?"

He stopped at the door and turned to him, "Everything."