Title: The Demise of Lucky Spencer as told by Elizabeth Webber (pt 3)
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 Spencer (pt 3)
It's been about three days since I put my love to rest and have gone
back to school. It's hurts so much I can hardly breath. The halls are filled
with his presence and everyone tiptoes around me. It's like no one wants to
say or do the wrong thing. I probably wouldn't remember if they did any
ways. I had to call Emily to find out exactly what our assignments were in
one class, because I had completely zoned out. I miss him. I needed
something to occupy my thoughts, so I went to Kelly's to see if I still had a
job there.
I walked threw the door straight to the counter, passing Bobbie who
was waiting on a 20 some year old woman.
Bobbie looked up. "Elizabeth," she said astounded. "Hi."
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?"
I smiled. "It's my shift."
"I appreciate your devotion to your duty, but, you know, I've been
filling in for Tammy all afternoon and it's been extremely slow."
"Bobbie, I have to keep busy. Sitting around is the worst thing I can
do." I went around the counter.
Bobbie sat in one of the seats at the counter. "Have you gone back to
school yet?"
"Today was my first day. Wasn't easy, but it's a start."
"Honey. Do yourself a favor. Go home, get some rest."
I smiled. "If I go home right now, I'll end up taking every piece of
clothing out of my dresser, refolding it, and putting it back in a different
drawer."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. When BJ first died, I had a thing
about clean towels. If someone so much as breathed on one, it went
immediately into the washer."
"So, can I stay?"
"Of course you can." As soon as she finished talking, Mac Scorpio
walked into Kelly's.
"Hi Bobbie."
Bobbie turned around. "Hi, Mac."
"Elizabeth, do you have a moment?"
"Actually, I was just starting work."
Bobbie looked at me then at Mac. "Oh, Mac, she's already answered
so many questions."
"Actually, I would like to speak to both of you."
"About what?"
"The fire at the motorcycle shop. The results of the arson report are
in."
The results that I'd been waiting for. Was I ready to hear the report?
Was it a professional hit? I was almost to scared to know, but knew that I
needed to.
"I-uh- brought in an arson specialist from Washington to follow up.
In the end, there was no evidence that the fire was intentionally set."
"Oh. Do they know how it did start?" asked Bobbie.
"There were some candle's in Lucky's room." My heart stopped for a
second in surprise. "They think he fell asleep while they were still burning
and that's how the fire started."
"Candles," I whispered.
"How can anyone know for sure, what happened, in a building that
doesn't exist anymore?" asked Bobbie.
"Chemical annalist, burn patterns. Their equipment is very
sophisticated."
"Have you told Luke and Laura?"
"Earlier today."
"What about Jason? And Sonny?"
"They can read it in the newspapers like everyone else."
"Oh, Mac. I know that, Luke and Laura blame them for what
happened to Lucky, so I'm sure that they're going to be very relieved."
"Bobbie, if you want to tell them, you can be my guest. The only
courtesy I owe them is not having them arrested. Uh, Elizabeth, I know this
has been very difficult for you. Hopefully this information will make it a
little bit easier." I nodded my head.
"I'll walk you out Mac."
"Okay." Bobbie got up and lead Mac to the door.
The candles. My head was swirling with thoughts. The exact
opposite to why I even went to work. I couldn't move. I was frozen in one
spot, just looking at the counter top. Bobbie was setting one of the tables
when she noticed that I hadn't moved.
"Elizabeth," she started when she walked over to me. She sat in one
of the chairs that were in front of the counter. I looked up. "I understand
that it was difficult hearing Mac discuss the fire again, but at least we now
know, that Lucky wasn't the victim of violence. Honey, are you okay?"
I looked up at her again, with more recognition in my eyes. "Yeah. I
think you were right about trying to do too much. Would you mind if I left
early?"
"Of course not, do you want a ride, I'll call somebody."
I grabbed my stuff and went around the counter, walking to the door.
"No, no, no, I'll walk, I'm fine. See you tomorrow." As soon as I was
outside, I felt the tears coming. I remembered mine and Lucky's phone
conversation. The last time I talked to him.
"Guess what I'm doing right now," he said.
"Reading your notes?" I replied.
"I'm lighting one of your candles. Guess why?"
"Because I gave it to you?"
"Because it's warm, it smells good, and it lights up a room just like
you."
"Lucky, that's so sweat. Will you light another one for me?"
I could hear him flick the lighter back on. "Are you in dream land?"
I came out of my revere and wanted to collapse and cry out all my
tears. I ran from Kelly's and hurried to Luke's.
I walked in and saw Sonny sitting at a table alone. I walked over
there and he stood up to greet me.
"Excuse me, Sonny," I started.
"Hi, Elizabeth. Sorry I didn't go to the funeral, I-"
"Oh, I got your flowers and your note. They meant a lot, thanks."
"Have a seat, have a seat. Do you want me to get you something to
drink, something to eat? Anything you want, you got."
"Actually, I came for a reason."
"Yeah?"
"I read in the newspaper yesterday, that they were blaming you and
Emily's brother for the fire at the motorcycle shop. Is that why you didn't
come to the funeral?"
"We, we didn't want to intrude, you know what I mean?"
"Oh, well, I just came by to let you know that you don't have to worry
about that anymore. Commissioner Scorpio brought in some arson experts
and they said that the fire started by some candles in Lucky's room."
"Yeah, I've heard."
"I gave him those candles."
Sonny leaned in. "The fire was an accident."
"Lucky didn't even like candles. I did. I guess, maybe, he was trying
to like them, because that night he called to let me know that he lit one to
remind him of me. And I asked him to light another one for me.
Commissioner Scorpio said the-the arson people think that the fire was
started because he fell asleep with the candles burning. So-so see the fire
wasn't your fault. It was mine."