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Lucky
He sat down at his desk in the precinct feeling exhausted and frustrated. He was pissed that he had no evidence left on the charred Yukon. That was all that had been established about it. It was indeed a Yukon at one time. So now they were running through lists of possible car jacking's in the area. Ones that had been SUVs were top priority. So far there had been three fitting the description. The trace on the back of Liz's crumpled vehicle showed that the SUV had been midnight blue which was a common color.
He rubbed his eyes tiredly. He had been staring at the same papers for hours now and it was 3:30 in the morning. He was fried. Siobhan had called to let him know that the boys were okay, and she had sounded frazzled to some degree. She was not used to this. He would have to call Audrey and see if she would take the boys. So much to be done. He never realized how hard it was to be a single parent. He had always had Liz doing most of the work. He had only been alone for a few hours and he didn't know what to do.
Liz was still unconscious which had him worried beyond belief. He was trying so hard to hold faith that this would not turn into a homicide investigation. He knew he would be taken off the case if that happened. He would never be able to stay objective if that happened. He was having a hard enough time now, but there were probably not a lot of detectives that would stay objective for Liz right now. Not after what had happened to Jake.
He felt the familiar urge of wanting to escape. Get high. Something. Anything. He was struggling harder since Jake had died, and this was making it harder. Despite everything that happened between him and Liz, he had never stopped caring for her. He never would. She was a near and dear to his heart as his children.
He jumped when Dante slammed his hand on the top of his desk. He was feeling the same way Lucky was. Pissed.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I refuse to believe this person is smarter than us. We have to think outside the box," he sighed frustrated.
"I think we need to take a break, and get some rest. I need to go to the hospital and see how Liz is doing. You need to go see Lulu. We'll come back early tomorrow or today rather, and look at this with fresh eyes."
Dante looked like he was about to protest but then thought better of it. He was just as exhausted as Lucky was. They went their separate ways. Lucky went straight to the hospital to find Jason asleep in a chair in Liz's room. He wasn't sitting next to her, but just staying close by. Liz had white gauze wrapped tightly around her head and bruises were visible all over her arms and face. Tubes and wires were attached to her body, and for a minute he thought about Jake on life support before he died.
It was just as hard to see her like this as it was to see Jake. She looked so small in the hospital bed almost like a child. He still didn't know how she had survived that crash. As he got closer to her, he saw the small cuts she had all over her arms and neck from the glass that had exploded on impact. This was just not a good situation at all. He pulled a chair up next to her bed and took her hand into his. She had cuts and bruises peppered all over her tiny hand. One of her fingernails had a nasty bruise under it.
The last time he had seen her this bad was the night of her rape. An image he would never get out of his head. Sometimes he still saw her like that when he closed his eyes. The hurt in her eyes that went so deep that it seemed endless. He still saw that hurt in her eyes. He saw it the night Jake died, and there were glimpses of it when she was lost in thought. She worked hard to hide it from the world, but he saw it.
"Oh, Elizabeth," he sighed sadly as he lay his head next to her hand, "What could you have possible have done to deserve this? Even with what happened with my brother was not so bad that I wanted you dead. I have learned that people make mistakes, but I cannot think of anything bad enough for this. You need to fight Elizabeth." He felt tears in his eyes and on his cheeks as he sat there with her.
He turned when he heard the door open behind him. There stood Johnny Z. This was just getting better and better.
"What are you doing here?" Lucky demanded pulling him outside the room.
"I wanted to see if it was true. Someone did that to her?" Johnny answered.
"Yes, someone drove her off the road and into a ravine that was 30 feet deep. Her car is demolished. I don't know how she survived it. Where were you this evening?"
Johnny seemed caught off guard by this question, and Lucky knew he had nothing to do with it.
"I was with Ethan at the Haunted Star. You can call him and ask. I heard this through the grapevine that she was here. Who would do this to her?"
"We are trying to find out. Whoever did this covered up the mess that they made."
"How so?"
"We found a vehicle burning off 78th street. It may have been the vehicle that did this. But we won't ever really know because it is disintegrated into nothing. All possible evidence burnt up or was hosed away. This person knew what they were doing."
"One of Jason's enemies?"
"Aren't you one of his enemies?"
"No, I want peace with Jason. I want things to be better than they have been. And I would never hurt her. I care about her."
"Well, then we are still at square one."
Johnny sighed sadly and shook his head, "This just doesn't seem real. She was fine two days ago."
"She was fine 10 hours ago."
Johnny looked through the window into her room, and Lucky saw the sadness in his eyes, "Well, I will use whatever resources in my power to find this person. So if you want it on your terms, you'd better find them first." With that said he walked away.
Part of Lucky knew what he meant by that and part of him wanted Johnny's brand of justice for whoever did this. He wanted Jason's way of doing things to bring down this person. He would gladly look the other way in this situation. Hell, he would probably help. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Nikolas was calling him.
"What's going on?"
"Helena is back in town, and not happy that we know about Aiden's paternity," Nikolas said quickly and frantically.
It all made sense suddenly. Helena was behind this. She was an evil bitch, and was exacting her brand of revenge. She wouldn't have cared if Elizabeth lived or died. She had been successful in outing Helena's lies.
"Do you know where she is?"
"No, she lit out of here like a mad woman when she found out. I confronted her for manipulating us. She was enraged. I have never seen her so out of control. She is usually calm enough to find another angle."
He sighed, "Do you know where Elizabeth is?"
"No."
"She is in the hospital right now. She was run off the road tonight. She is unconscious."
He heard Nikolas' sharp intake of breath and a few choice swear words.
"She had something to do with this. I just know it. When did it happen?"
"A few hours ago. Around 8 probably."
"That was a little after Helena disappeared. She is a viper and would do something like this. She won't be able to hide this time," Nikolas promised and then hung up.
Lucky wasted no time. He got on the phone with Dante and explained the situation. They agreed to put a guard outside the hospital room, and send out an APB for Helena. Lucky knew she probably did not directly do this, but she was directly responsible for it. That crazy bitch.
Suddenly Lucky heard loud beeps coming from Elizabeth's room, and was pushed out of the way as the nurses and doctors rushed in.
"She's crashing." He heard someone yell.
He walked in to see Jason looking around bewildered, "What the hell is going on?"
No one answered him so Lucky took him by the arm and led him out.
"We need to let them work. We have bigger fish to fry. I just talked to Nikolas. Helena knows about Aiden's paternity. I am more than sure she was behind this."
Lucky watched Jason's face turn red as he processed this information. Then he did what he always did. A calm came over Jason, and this was when Lucky began to get worried. Jason was never more dangerous than when he was calm. He took off without another word to Lucky, and he began to wonder if he had done the right thing. It was too late to do anything about it now. Helena was going to get what was coming to her for more than what she had done to Liz. She had had been wreaking havoc on people's lives for many years.
Liz
The darkness was still all around her and it was getting heavier. She heard Lucky's voice, and it was so sad. She had wanted to be able to tell him she was there, and that she was fighting, but she was paralyzed by the weight of the darkness. She was fighting so hard against nothing, and she was losing. Suddenly Lucky was gone and it was hard to continue to hold on.
Suddenly she lost her grip and fell farther. She was suddenly surrounded by a blinding white light. She couldn't open her eyes because it almost hurt after being surrounded by the darkness. She could hear laughter and birds singing. She popped open her eyes and found herself in green pasture. She saw blurry people all around her and wondered if she had died.
"Mommy!"
She whipped her head around to see Jake running right at her full steam. She was about to catch him in her arms when she was pulled back into the darkness as quick as she had left it. She had returned to the pain and the thickness of the abyss. She could hear the beeping of the machines and knew that they had brought her back. And she wept silently.
Matt
"I think we got her back," he sighed in relief when her heart started again.
"I think we need to do some more tests," Patrick said solemnly.
He looked as exhausted as Matt felt. Patrick's shift had ended hours ago, but he had stayed at the hospital for Liz and for Matt.
"I agree. She should have another MRI and maybe a body scan. There could be a clot that we are not seeing."
Patrick nodded and left the room. Matt slumped into the chair next to Liz's bed. He saw a tear sliding down her cheek. Strange that that should happen, but it was unusual.
"Liz, you have got to hold on. I don't know if we can bring you back again. We need you here. I," he started but choked on his words. Choked on his own tears.
He hastily wiped them away. He was a doctor. He needed to get it together. He looked at the clock and saw that she had been unconscious for 10 hours now. It was pushing 6 am.
"Liz, I need you. I love you, Liz. I don't know when it happened. I don't even care. You have showed me something that I have never known before. Unconditional kindness. You accept me for how I am. No one has ever done that. At least not since my mother died. Liz, your boys need you. Fight, Liz." He broke down again and buried his face in her sheets.
He wasn't a crier, but he could not fight it anymore. He had become so accustom to her smile, her laugh, everything. How would he do this without her?
Jason
He took off to his penthouse. He didn't even bother with his bike. He needed to walk to clear his head. He didn't know if she had lived or died. He had left so quickly. He had called Spinelli as soon as he was away from eager ears. He told him to pull every resource he had to find that old bag. Helena. She didn't know who she was dealing with now. He had never had much to do with her. She was her own brand of evil, and he not much use for her.
She wasn't used to the kind of man that he was. He would turn out every resource he had to find her. Spinelli was already looking through the web to find out if she had done this. He knew she had not physically been driving that SUV, but he knew she had her own resources to get it done. He hoped Spinelli had something to go on when he got back to the penthouse.
He looked out at the water by the piers. He had been here so many times with Elizabeth. Shared so many moments, heartaches, and secrets here. She had been such a calm in his world of chaos. She had never been safe no matter how he had tried to keep her out of his world. His world was not the reason she was in that hospital bed. Nikolas' world was the reason which meant Lucky was a part of it too. As well as Sam. She was a Cassadine.
He grinded his teeth as he thought about Sam. The Cassadine's stuck together so Sam was probably part of the reason that this had happened.
His phone vibrated and he quickly answered, "Speak to me, Spinelli, what do you know?"
"Not much yet, Stone Cold. The last known place of the Mistress of Evil was the Haunted Star."
"Why in the world would she be at the Haunted Star?"
"Master of all Spencer's was more than likely there."
"So does it show her leaving?"
"No, but that does not mean that she did not leave."
"Well, it's a start. I am going there now."
"Stone Cold, How is the Maternal One?"
"Not good, Spinelli. And I have to get to Helena before she disappears or tries to finish the job."
Lucky
He watched as the nurses began to leave Elizabeth's room. He could hear her heart monitor beeping, and relief filled him. She was alright for now. He looked through the window and saw Matt looking mournfully at Elizabeth. Lucky knew how the good doctor felt. Elizabeth really made an impact on any person whose life she touched. She had taught him how to love and about forgiveness.
He walked into the room and Matt looked up startled.
"I have an officer coming to guard her door. I am going to leave as soon as he gets here," he explained.
"Does that mean you have an idea of who did this to her?" Matt questioned hastily wiping his tears away.
"We do." He said no more because an officer walked into the room.
He glanced back at Matt once before guiding the officer outside the door. He gave the officer strict instructions on who could and couldn't come in. He went back into Liz's room and found Matt standing by the window.
"Make sure you limit the amount of nurses that come in, and make sure it is the same ones every time."
"Who did this, Lucky?"
"Helena Cassadine."
"Is she related to Nikolas?"
"She is his grandmother and she's a whack job."
"Apparently. Where did Jason go?"
"Probably to find Helena."
Matt was silent for a few moments before speaking again thoughtfully, "I hope he kills her."
Lucky couldn't but agree.
