Darkness and Light
A General Hospital Fan Fiction
By Beth
Disclaimer: I am merely a poor college student who owns nothing except for my computer and my original characters for this story. Please don't sue me and take my computer away!
A/N: I wrote this story a long, long time ago, and I only recently (read: yesterday) finished it. This takes place a few years after Lucky Spencer was thought to be killed in the fire at the motorcycle garage. The WSB rescued Lucky, but he suffered from amnesia and has never returned to Port Charles. He currently lives in Seattle and is a WSB agent. Life has gone on for those in Port Charles, but they still miss Lucky terribly.
A/N#2: A lot of people are to thank for this fic coming into being. They know who they are as I've thanked them many times. For those of you who just write and don't have anyone to talk to about your fics or to edit them for you or just to be there to give you ideas, I'm here to tell you that you're missing out on some great friendships. So, thanks to everyone who helped me with this fic!!!
Character Note: The way that the characters are described are from the original actors who played them. For example, Lucky is described as being portrayed by Jonathan Jackson. A cast list and descriptions can be found on my old web page. The links at the top no longer work, but the pictures and descriptions still load if you'd like to see who I envision for my characters. http://www.geocities.com/erthyangel/dandl.html
Now, on with the story...
Chapter 1
He couldn't stop. He had to keep running. He wouldn't let them catch him just so they could put him back inside of that room. His breathing quickened as he heard them quickly approaching. They were not far behind him. NO!
He risked a glance over his shoulder and that's when he saw them. A strange man standing beside an elderly woman. Their faces were hidden in the darkness that surrounded the entire area. He could see the smoke from the man's cigar forming a cloud of murky uncertainty around the two strange people. He also heard the woman's laughter. It was terrifying, so terrifying. A haunted sound like something that wasn't alive, that hadn't been alive for a long time. He knew that sound like he knew the sound of his mother's voice as she sang a lull-a-bye or his father's cynical, casual remarks. Sounds that he vaguely remembered but would be able to pinpoint in a matter of seconds.
He saw no escape. No way away from these people whom he could not see nor remember. They were shadows that existed only in his mind and in this incessant nightmare. Shadows of memories that faded when consciousness returned.
"Lucky. Wake up. Lucky?" A new voice. One that he recognized. One that represented love and safety and peace. It was one of the sweetest sounds that he had ever heard, like a child's laughter when something truly delighted them. Lucky fought his way out of the darkness to where the voice was coming from.
"Hey. You OK?" Her concerned eyes looked over him as his own eyes opened. The beautiful blue eyes that were the windows to his soul. She saw the pain and the fear and the uncertainty that always lingered there, ever since she could remember. They had been friends for a long time and although she is comfortable with their current relationship, she's always hoped that there would be more to it.
"Yeah. I'll be OK. Just give me a second." Lucky said. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. The slow motion of her hand rubbing circles around on his back was comforting and peaceful.
"Do You want something?" she asked, not moving from her seat beside him. She noticed the sweat that had beaded on his forehead and she noticed that he shivered as he tried to calm himself down. She pulled his wrinkled and worn blanket from the floor where it had fallen when he bolted up as he awoke and placed it around his shoulders.
He smiled gratefully at her before speaking. "No. I'm fine now. Go back to sleep." He wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let go but he was afraid of what would happen to her if he did. He has always been afraid to get too close to her, afraid that he would somehow hurt her or that he could get her hurt. He didn't want that for her.
Lucky looked away from her, afraid that he would act on his impulse and embrace her. Instead, he looked around the room which was in a small cottage they were renting while on vacation in the Bahamas. They had decided to take a vacation after working for ten months straight on a murder case.
Whoever had decorated the cottage had loved the ocean apparently. None of the furniture matched and there were seashells over every surface, even the bed. Lucky had thrown all of the ones that had been in the bed out the window the first night after he had sat on a particularly sharp conch shell. All of the walls were painted the same color blue which both of them found to be both hideous and eye-catching at the same time.
"Okay. Try to get some more sleep." She smiled back and pulled her own blanket closer to her body.
"I'll try."
"That's all I ask. And if you want company, don't hesitate to wake me."
"Okay. But I think that I'll be fine."
Lucky watched his best friend, partner, and fellow WSB agent, Juliet "Marti" Jackson, nod her head and roll over on his bed, promptly falling asleep. He had always marveled at the way she could fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. He was lucky if he could sleep any much less all the way through a night. His recurrent dreams frightened him. They happened at least once a night and the fact that he remembered very little about them after he woke up scared him. What if he did something horrible and he was reliving it in his dreams? Could he live with that?
End-Chapter 1
Please review and let me know what you think...Remember, this fic is finished, so if you want the next chapter, you have to review and let me know what you think about it before I will post the next chapter. If you have any questions, email me or leave me a review with your email address included. I check my reviews at least once every day. And Please excuse to underlining, I have no idea what happened with it nor how I can fix it.