It's All-Relative

Wyndemere

"May I ask you why you sent for me?" Alexis asked, warily staring at the woman she'd known for too many years. It'd been a bad couple of days and this was the last place Alexis wanted to be. If she weren't in trouble up to her eyeballs she wouldn't have stayed here for another second.

She needed to be somewhere else; needed to be searching for her daughter. Granted, she'd never known that her child had lived but now that she was alive, Alexis had every intention of getting to know her. Getting to know her? Hell, when she got her daughter back the two of them were going underground where no one could take her away again.

"Natasha, why are you so suspicious of me?" Alexis almost laughed aloud. What did Helena want from her? Why had she called on her? And why didn't Stefan have to sit through her crap as well?

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because you've tried to kill me on a few occasions."

"But I never succeeded; shouldn't that prove that I didn't really want you dead?" This was definitely a scene from Tales From The Crypt and Helena Cassadine was the star.

"All it proves is that you aren't very thorough." Alexis quipped. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. Why was she here again? Oh, right. She needed help getting her daughter back. She didn't trust Sonny—upstanding citizen that he was—to find her daughter and bring her back safe. Who was to say that he'd ever let Alexis have her? Let her? Oh, she would be fledging an all-out war with Sonny Corinthos if he even attempted such a stupid thing!

"Very well. I can see that you don't trust me. I called on you for a very important matter." Helena explained calmly, sipping her Brandy and letting it flow down her throat before setting it down and continuing. "We have a family matter that needs attending to."

Port Charles

It had been a good six weeks since she'd been home. There was something very enlightening about Port Charles that she'd never been able to put her finger on. Maybe it was the way the lights hit the water. That view was absolutely spectacular from the plane. She supposed it could have been the people. Who needed to watch movies when they had their own stars right here in New York? There was Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Luis Alcazar, and her dad. They kept this city on their toes. She smiled a little at the thought.

"We are now arriving in Port Charles, New York. Keep her seatbelts fastened until the Captain instructs you otherwise. Thank you for choosing American Airlines." A very annoying, yet somehow familiar voice rang over the intercom. She was ecstatic about being home after her trip.

And what a trip it had been! She only got to visit her mother a few times a year and every time she fought to control her emotions. The woman who had given birth to her—nurtured her and loved her, spoiled and bragged about her to all of her friends—was little more than a vegetable now. It hurt her sometimes to think that the woman who used to glow with such vibrancy could so easily lose herself. The visits were never easy and oftentimes she wished she hadn't come. But, as soon as she got there—as soon as she made it to the Florida Institute her mother was kept in—she knew she'd made the right decision. Her mother needed her just like she needed her husband and her son. They, however, couldn't make the trip because it was far too painful for them. So, she, at only twelve years old was forced to make the trip to make up for their absence.

"Miss Spencer, we have arrived." Leslie Lu or "LuLu" stepped off of the plane, excitement putting an extra spring in her step. She couldn't wait to see her father, Luke Spencer—couldn't wait to hear what he had done while she was gone. She loved hearing about his adventures—his frequent "brushes" with the law. LuLu was definitely her father's daughter and had tried since birth to be just like him. Despite her efforts, she had turned out just like her mother, just like Laura Spencer. The only thing they didn't have in common was the whole "mental illness" thing…at least not yet. Her brother was so much like Luke he was almost his clone. Through this whole trip, she had thought about her brother, Lucky Spencer; had wondered what he was doing and if he was missing her as much as she missed him. Well now she could ask him. LuLu let herself be led to the car and waited impatiently as they drove past each block until finally reaching her own.

Irrational as it might have been, she expected to see a Welcome Home LuLu sign hanging from the trees in her front yard. It baffled her to no end when she realized that no one seemed to be waiting for her. Where was her father? Where was Lucky?

Author's Notes: Alexis is very confused right now, having just learned that her daughter has been kidnapped. And another thing: why has Helena suddenly taken an interest in her? I think that the show and its writers ignore LuLu so I decided to include her in all of this. Now, she doesn't know about Lucky's death. How will she react? Will she blame Elizabeth? Will she believe that he's really dead? This is all linked in case you haven't noticed. Pay close attention. Thanks for reading and please review. I'm sorry it was so short.