Title: The Demise of Lucky Spencer as told by Elizabeth Webber (pt 1)

Author: Princess Leia Solo

Summery: Do you ever just want to go back to those episodes when Liz showed up at the bike shop and saw it burnt to the ground? Here's a few of those scenes, word for word, written in the first person and in story format.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Distribution: FF.net.... ask me anywhere else.

Rating: The show's rating.

Author's Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this series..... I hope you enjoy them! Please R&R. Anyone who would like to talk about the good old days when JJ played LS and TC played NC, please e-mail and we can talk ~.~

The Demise of Lucky Spencer as told by Elizabeth Webber (pt 1)

Lucky Spencer looked into my eyes. Me. Elizabeth Webber. Until about a year ago, I was just a young, teenage girl from Colorado that was living in the shadow of her sister, Sarah. Then I got raped and my whole world was turned upside down. The only person I could tell at first was Lucky. I had to. He was the one that found me in the park after leaving me alone at the school valentine's dance. He helped me regain my life. After a while, he got over Sarah and we fell in love. We've done so much together and we were so happy. He took me to a church. Mt. Hebron Baptist Church to be exact. There was a raging snowstorm outside, but that didn't stop him. We pledged our love for each other before God that day. Then we got snowed in. But, our friends Emily and Nikolas (Who's also Lucky's brother) came and rescued us. The diamond ring he'd given me is now on my left finger and I never took it off. I still don't. We had plans for the rest of our lives together. We were so perfect together. How will I survive this? My life will never be the same again. It's so horrible I can barely breathe. I can't be telling myself this. It's not fair. I go back to the last couple of months and I try to hold back the tears. I hope I can get through this recolision of what's gone wrong with my life. Why Lucky and I deserved this. Especially Lucky. I take a deep breath and plunge into my memories. Hoping to escape in one piece.

Lucky smiled then said, "Good night."

I also smiled and said, "Good Night." I was watching him opening up my window to leave when I said his name. "Hey, Lucky." I knelt down in front of the window. The same window that Lucky had used more than once to enter and exit my room in the past. "I love you."

"You are so beautiful." He put his hand to the back of my neck and pulled my face to his. Our lips met in a gentle kiss. He pulled back to see a smile plastered on my face. "I love you, too, Sweetie." He stood up to leave, but turned back to his me. He smiled and gave me a quick wink, then climbed away.

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I was asleep in my bed, when the telephone woke me up. I reached over and answered it. "Hello?" I answered as I lay back down in my bed.

"Did I wake you up? Already?" came Lucky's voice.

I smiled and said, "Almost."

"What are you doing?"

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"I am, I mean, I'm in bed, but I'm not tired. I thought about reading something really boring like my notes for my test tomorrow." He picked up the green lighter that was sitting on his bedside table along with four well-used candles. "Guess what I'm doing now?"

"Reading your notes?"

"I'm lighting one of your candles. Guess why." Lucky lit one of the candles as he spoke.

"Because I gave it to you?"

"Because it's warm, it smells good, and it lights up a room just like you."

I smiled. "Oh, Lucky, you're so sweet. Will you light one for me?" Lucky reached over and lit another candle.

"Are you in dreamland?"

"I spent all day in dreamland."

"Me, too." He could hear the exhaustion in my voice. "Elizabeth? Go to sleep."

"K, good night."

"Good night." We both hung up the phone and I immediately fell back to sleep. Lucky laid his head down and stared into the light of the candles. The flame danced in his sea blue eyes as he drifted into a sleep that he was destined to never wake up from.

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As I slept, I had a wonderful dream. It was of Lucky and I dancing. He was also singing to me. As the dance from a past date took place, seirens broke through the dream. I woke up in cold sweat. I let out a small breath and lay back down to go to sleep. I couldn't put the pieces of my dream together. I wish I could've. If I had, I might not be here talking like this now.

Meanwhile, in Lucky's room, a ragging, red-hot fire was burning all around Lucky's bed. In the middle of the bed laid an unconscious Lucky Spencer. The curtains, his tables, the boxcar picture and all the other pictures Liz made for him, had all caught on fire. The bed was next. Soon there after, the entire upstairs of Jason Morgan's Motorcycle Shop, the place that Lucky lived, was burnt down.

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A couple hours after I'd fallen asleep, I woke up to the sounds of sirens. I leaned over and picked up my phone. I dialed the familiar number that was Lucky's, and was confused when the operator's voice came on and said, "We're sorry, the number you have just dialed, is temporarily out of service." I put the phone back down on its cradle then got out of bed. I looked out my window and could hear the crickets singing. A frown crossed my face when I felt something was wrong. Something definitely wasn't right. I walked over to my closet and pulled out some clothes. I changed and then left to go see Lucky.

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I arrived in front of the Motorcycle Shop, but couldn't, wouldn't, believe what I was seeing. The entire Bike Shop was still on fire. It was as though the Bike Shop had never existed. All of a sudden, it hit. I wasn't in Lucky's comforting arms. "Lucky?" I was alone. "Lucky!" I tried to run forward, but noticed I was being held back by Lt. Taggert. "Lucky! Where's Lucky?! Where is he?! We've got to get him out!" As I was screaming for my loved one, Taggert was pulling me away from the smothering building. He was whispering words of comfort. Things like, "We'll find him", "We're looking" things like that. "Let me go!" I screamed. After that I started mumbling. My words were just cries for help. "What happened? Tell me he's alright, tell me he is alright!"

"It's okay, everything's going to be alright." As he tells me this, I see a gurney being put into an ambulance by two paramedics. There was a form under a white blanket. The blanket also covered his head.

"Oh, God! That's not Lucky, that's not Lucky! Let me see him, let me show you!" I tried to pull out of the Lt.'s grip, but he was stronger then me. Even with the adrenaline rush I was experiencing.

"No, no, no! Listen to me! You do not want to see him like this!" He put his arms back around me to try to comfort me, but the tears were spilling over and I was getting weaker from the shock. I couldn't fight him. I could only cry.

Taggert helped me over to the stoop of one of the buildings across from the place where all of my dreams came to an end. There I sat, shivering, praying to God that the body wasn't Lucky's. Taggert had gone to talk to the commissioner of the Port Charles Police Department, Mac Scorpio. Soon enough though, he was back and he gave me a green courtesy cup of water. He put his black trench coat over my shoulders then sat across from me. "How did you know to come? Who called you?"

"It's not Lucky. I know it. That body, it's somebody else."

"Do you have any idea at all where your grandmother is?"

I looked at him like his was a deaf fool. "You're not hearing me. I would know all right. Whoever that is, it's not Lucky."

"We'll do tests."

"I don't need any tests. Lucky's reflexes are to quick."

"The fire spread fast."

"So he got out. If he was even in there."

"Elizabeth listen. They found the-the person was found in Lucky's room. There was a witness who was parked in his car, said that he saw Lucky go in just before the fire broke out."

"Is it just me? It's not Lucky, it's not Lucky, I need to see!" I get up and try to walk toward the ambulance, but Taggert stops me.

"No, Elizabeth, Elizabeth, listen to me. Listen to me okay? It is not an image you want to carry around in your head. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" Of course I didn't.

A few minutes later I heard tearful cries and when I looked up, I saw Lucky's Aunt Bobbie in Mac's arms. She was in tears. All of a sudden I heard her screaming my name. Mac calmed her down and helped her to stand in front of me. Taggert got up. "Bobbie," I said. Or so I thought. No words came out. Bobbie came over and put her arms around me. I started to cry again as she whispered soothing words to me, and the ambulance sped away.

I calmed down a little while later and Bobbie still sat next to me rubbing my back. "I know what they're thinking," I said. "But it's not true. Lucky's fine. He's not hurt, I can feel it. Lucky and I, we're connected. If something terrible happened, I would know. We're meeting for breakfast tomorrow. He's probably out getting something special. He introduced me to New York pretzels you know. Hey, did you know that we're moving to New York? Did he tell you?" Her only reaction was to put her arm back around me and pull me closer. Taggert had left and was talking to Mac. I couldn't hear what they were saying, so I just looked away, lost in my own thoughts.

I looked up when I heard Lucky's father, Luke Spencer, come over to where Bobbie and I sat. He looked at us and Bobbie stood up to hug her brother. My eyes stayed focused on Luke. I couldn't imagine how this was affecting him. He'd just lost his son, yet he looked rather calm. He asked Bobbie if she could stay with me and she says she can. Luke was worried about me, when he should really be worrying about himself or Laura. He turned around and bumped into Jason. I couldn't tell what he was saying, but I knew that they would not be words of sorrow.

I saw that both Jason and Sonny were talking together and I remembered the time they had given Lucky a job. I pushed past Bobbie and walked over to them with an urgent step. "Tell them. Tell them it's not Lucky. Someone broke into his room, or you sent him away on a job or something, didn't you? Where's Lucky? You have to know." Bobbie had gotten off the step and was now standing next me. Sonny had his head in one of his hands and Jason had a look on his face that didn't give me much hope.

Taggert came over to where I was standing. "Elizabeth?" I turned around to face him. "Uh, forensics has found something. Are you up to take a look?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah." I watched as Taggert held up a necklace in front of me. I took it in my hand and gasped. "It's Lucky's subway token. He must have dropped it on his way out. It was downstairs right? You found it downstairs didn't you?" I was hopeful.

He seemed to flinch. "They found it on the body."

My hopes all shattered in a few seconds. I started to cry. Each word that came out became slurred, along with my tears becoming stronger. "Oh, God," I whispered. "Oh, God, please, no." I fell to my knees and felt strong arms circle around my arms, which were now clutching Lucky's necklace. I held the necklace to my cheek. "Oh, please, no." I heard soothing words being whispered for, what had to be, the millionth time that night. I then noticed that the arms that were around me were Sonny's. All around me people had tears in their eyes, which were brought forth by the fact that I had identified such a beloved object of Lucky's.

Sonny helped me up as I kept crying. He took me over to the same stoop that I'd just been sitting at for the last hour or so. Bobbie sat next to me and Sonny sat across from me. Sonny looked at Bobbie and said, "Um, she shouldn't be here, you shouldn't be here either. I'm going to having my driver take you home."

Bobbie gave him a reassuring smile. "I've got my car."

"Lucky," I whispered. I couldn't believe it. He was gone. The only person who made me feel whole.

"Bobbie," said Taggert. She stood up and walked over to him. He gave her a cell phone and she started to talk. After talking to an officer, Taggert came back and tapped Sonny on the shoulder. "Corinthos."

"What?"

"One moment please?" He motioned towards me. Sonny nodded and got up so that Taggert was kneeling in front of me. "Elizabeth? I need to take the necklace back to forensics, alright?" He reached out his hand.

"No." I pulled the necklace away from his hand. I guess I felt that if I let the necklace out of my hand, I was also admitting the fact that Lucky was dead.

"Elizabeth?" I looked up at Taggert. "What's that on the chain? It looks like a subway token. It must mean something special."

"It means we're moving to New York."

"That explains why it was so important. Listen, I'm going to need to borrow it. Just for a little while. I'll make sure nothing happens to it and you'll get it right back, I'll see to that myself. All right? I give you my word."

"It's Lucky's."

"I know."

"It's Lucky's."

Taggert gave Bobbie a quick glance and she said, "Elizabeth, the police need it for a little while, but we'll make sure you get it back." I looked lovingly at the token that swung on the chain, and, hearing Bobbie's voice and gave it to the Lieutenant.

"Thank you," he said. "I'm also going to need to know when the last time you saw Lucky was."

"We had dinner together, today."

"Where?"

"Kelly's."

"Then what happened? Did you guys split up, or did you come back here together, or..."

"He took me home and we said good night. And then he came back here by himself. But he called me."

"When?"

"To say good night."

"Did he mention anything else, did he say he heard anything? Saw anybody." I didn't speak up.

"Did Lucky mention anybody else on the phone?" asked Bobbie. All I could do was shake my head.

Taggert spoke up again. "Is her grandmother coming?"

"Uh, Audry's going to meet us at home." She turned to me. "I'm going to take you home."

"I'll have one of my officers take both of you home."

"Oh, no, thanks, I can manage."

"Elizabeth, I'm going to be contacting you in the morning, okay? But, if you can think of anything, anything at all, even if it's four in the morning, call me, all right? Promise? Okay." He stood up and started talking to Sonny.

Jason came over to us a minute later and kneeled down in front of Bobbie and me. "Is there anything you need?" he asked us. I stared at him. I wanted to shout, 'Lucky!', but no words would come out.

Bobbie looked at me, then looked back at Jason. "I'm going to take her home."

"Are you sure you don't want Johnny to drive you?"

"No. Thanks." She started to help me up. "Come on, honey." We started to walk, when Sonny stopped Bobbie to tell her that he'd to anything for her. I kept walking. I stared at the ashes that used to be Lucky's home.

"I-I'll walk you to your car," said Mike Corbin. Sonny's dad. He put his arms on my shoulders and Bobbie walked beside us.

The next few days were the worst days of my life. I talked to Emily and Nikolas and they tried to direct my mind somewhere else, but they couldn't to it. Then Laura, Emily, Nikolas, and I talked about the funeral. Laura wanted to hold the funeral at Mount Hebron Baptist Church. When Emily rejected the idea, Laura found out that that was the church that Lucky and I had gone to on Valentine's Day. I told her that Lucky would want it to be at that church. Our church. Soon after that, it was time for the funeral. /////// Stay tuned for Part 2. Lucky's funeral through Elizabeth's eyes.