Lucky and Sam walked down the street to the Waffle House. They were greeted by the hostess who happily pointed out the direction of the Newman boy.
"Caleb, good to see you again." Lucky greeted the man only a couple years younger than himself.
"The pleasure is mine. Ma and pa still talk about the adventures of Luke and Laura Spencer in these parts."
The history of his parents was legendary, almost that of fairytale, however Lucky found a lot of it was too hard to listen to. He could have lived happily without the knowledge of his father raping his mother. More recently was the knowledge that Luke had cheated on his mom with Holly Sutton and bore a child, his brother Ethan.
"Yeah well, we're on our own adventure now. Caleb, I would like to introduce you to Sam McCall."
"Howdy, are all the Yankee women as fine as this one? I may have to reconsider relocating." Caleb commented.
Sam smiled at the compliment. He fit the image of a football quarterback. "Was your mother able to upload the picture?" She asked.
"With some help. How bad is this bloke?"
"Diabolical." Lucky quickly answered. "But we need him alive."
"Why? He have info on someone worse?"
Neither knew how to respond. They were not entirely sure that Claudia was worse. She just happened to be more responsible in one particular case.
"Let's just say that the information he has can help exact justice for Luke Spencer's niece." Lucky answered, and that was enough.
"Okay, I have firearms in the truck, should we seek out the Alamo?" Caleb offered.
"I don't want you going." Lucky replied. "Let's go back to the house and drop you off. Sam and I can take the truck."
"Why?"
"We have no idea what we're walking into." Sam explained.
"Ain't that more of a reason for back up?"
"No, I'm not sacrificing you." Lucky insisted.
"But you'd be willing to risk the dame?" He pointed to Sam. "No offense."
"Only slightly taken." Sam replied knowing the values of the Southern gentleman.
"This isn't up for negotiation." Lucky decreed. Caleb backed down and drove back to the house. Jessica greeted them with home baked goods and sat them down. Dale came into the living room with a pitcher of ice tea to give the update.
"I have a friend working security down at the site. I send him the picture you gave, and nobody matching his description has been noticed."
"Thanks, make sure it gets dispersed and call me at this number if you hear anything." Lucky said writing down his cell number.
"Whereya offto?" Dale asked.
"The site." Sam answered.
"That pretty little thing goin' too?"
"Yeah." She said cocking the firearm he handed her. Dale pointed the direction out and Lucky drove. As they approached the Alamo Sam was awestruck.
"Not what you expected?" Lucky gathered.
"No, I assumed we would be walking in ruins."
"We may be when this is through." Nothing about the situation made him comfortable. He knew it was a trap. Lucky surveyed the tourist flooding through and hoped that they could keep them from being collateral damage.
Sam opened the door and got out, Lucky followed suit. He kept his gun handy not knowing who may be standing guard to start shooting. Lucky went in first, nothing appeared suspicious so he waved Sam in. They walked through the halls and into the open courtyard.
"Over here." Sam said pointing to a loose brick with a piece of paper sticking out from under it.
"Stand back." Lucky urged. He tried holding the brick in place as he tore the paper out. Unfortunately the brick lifted causing the pressure sensor to go off. An explosion caused Lucky to fall back against the concrete.
"Lucky!" Sam ran to his aide.
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"How does it look?" Michael asked Robin who had just finished wrapping his knee with ice.
"The x-ray looks normal. As far as I can tell it's just a bad bruise." Dr. Robin Drake answered. This was what Michael assumed.
"Does that mean I'm free to go?" Michael asked.
"I want you to keep ice on it and stay off of it, but yes, you are free to go."
"Thanks." Michael said jumping off the bed and limped to Alyssa's room. Dr. Hunter had finished sewing a couple stitches in her forehead and was just applying the gauze and tape when Michael stepped in.
"Is she going to make it?" Michael asked the doctor.
"Yeah, I think that's safe to say." Dr. Hunter replied.
"Not even a concussion." She replied. "Are they letting you out of here too?"
"Yes, but I'm probably going to stick around to see how my step-mom is doing." He answered. Then looked over to Matt. "Have you heard anything?"
"No. Dr. Lee was checking her and the baby out. They would be on the fourth floor." As that was said a man and woman approached Alyssa's room.
"How's my baby?" Mrs. Johnson asked walking right by Michael.
"What happened?" Her father asked.
"It was an accident, dad. Michael's tires slipped on the ice as we were going down hill." She explained.
"This must be the boy you've been telling us about, Michael?"
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Johnson." Michael said extended his hand.
"You can call me Ellen, and this is my husband Lieutenant Daniel Johnson of the PCPD." He then extended his hand out his direction.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Michael asked as Sonny approached the entry.
"Robin said that she thought you might be here." He explained. Both of Alyssa's parents looked at the mobster standing behind him.
Ellen then turned back to her daughter, noticeably upset. "I thought you said he was a Quartermaine."
Michael's jaw dropped as he realized what was going on.
"He is, mom." Alyssa cried.
"I told you to stay away from the Corinthos boy." Her dad reminded her.
"Excuse me." Sonny tried cutting in as he noticed the look of horror on both of the teens faces.
"No, I don't want to hear anything from you." The lieutenant responded. "Let's take our daughter home."
"Alyssa?" Michael questioned.
"I'm sorry Michael."
"Wait, it's that Michael?" Ellen asked connecting the dots from her husband's prior cases. "The Michael that spent a year in a coma because his gangster father protected his floozy from the bullet aimed at him?"
"What?!" Michael exclaimed unaware of that particular detail.
He got up to limp away. He was not sure what he might do if he stayed. Sonny followed. He sat down as soon as he found a bench.
"Tell me it's not true." He said realizing that he was about to lose the first girl he really liked because of his father's business.
"I wish I could." Sonny replied.
"Just… go be with your wife." Michael said disgusted. He did not want to be near Sonny at that moment. Not after finding out that the person who claimed to be his father protected Kate Howard over him.
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Johnny rushed to the hospital as soon as he got the phone call to be at his sister's side. He went directly to the forth floor and was stopped outside Claudia's room by Elizabeth Webber.
"How is she?" He asked.
"She's stable."
"What does that mean?"
"She suffered a concussion. She'll be okay, but Dr. Drake wanted to induce a coma for a couple of hours to make sure that the swelling goes down." Liz explained.
"And the baby?"
"Dr. Lee has her hooked up to a fetal heart monitor. Unfortunately the heartbeat has been progressively declining since she's been admitted."
"Meaning?" Johnny asked again.
"I'm sorry, but it doesn't look good." As a nurse Liz wasn't at liberty to give a diagnosis, but she had enough experience with miscarriages to know what was happening.
Tears swelled up under his eyes. He hadn't realized just how attached to his niece he had become. "Where's Sonny?"
"He stopped by to sign the paperwork, and then went to check on Michael."
"How's Michael?" Johnny asked. He had been briefed previously on the cause of the accident.
"He's been checked out already."
"Good." Michael had been through enough that he could not hold a grudge against him for something that was a complete accident. "Can I sit with her?"
"Yes, but let her rest." Liz advised.
Johnny walked into the room to listen to all the machines buzzing. His gazed fixated on the fetal monitor. He knew that it was going to devastate her if she had to watch the heart stop. He did not want to think about what would happen next, when the secret came out. Would Sonny be the monster he suspected and harm Claudia after this, or would Claudia welcome her own death after losing something so precious to her?
He saw Sonny approaching and stepped outside the room. "I know." Sonny said before Johnny could tell him anything.
"What do you plan on doing? Are you going to leave her now that you have an out?"
"John, I never wanted this to happen." Sonny claimed. He was still reeling from what had happened upstairs. "I know what it is like to grieve a child, and I'm not going to let Claudia go through that alone."
"Don't do her any favors. If you want out, leave now. She wouldn't want you sticking around until she appears to be okay just for you to dump her for your next conquest."
"I'm not leaving."
"You better mean that." Johnny challenged.