My Life Closed Twice
Chapter 2: Crazy Man
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
"I applaud your effort in killing that vase Princess Junior, but did you need to use my head to do it?"
He was taller then Uncle Stephan and looked older. He was dressed in black and looked like some stereotype of a bank robber. He was also obviously crazy.
"What do you want?" I demanded. Ok, not original, but hey, it was the best I could come up with.
"I like her Natasha. She seems to have your backbone," he said to my mother. Then he turned to me. "I'm an old partner of your mother."
Crazy and couldn't lie, "You are not a lawyer."
He just laughed, "No, I don't belong to that blood-sucking tribe. Our association was more about family."
Crazy, couldn't lie, and SO not a Cassadine, "You're from the Romanian- Bronx branch of the Cassadines? Or are you Grandmother Tracy's new 'friend'?"
"Ugh thanks for those nightmares. No, my name is Luke Spencer."
Ok, I had heard of him. I knew Uncle Stephan wasn't particularly fond of him, but he was the father of Nicholas' half-brother Lucky. I had met Lucky once or twice when he came to town with Nicholas and Gia. Maybe he was only partially crazy. I decided that I better smoke a peace pipe with the guy. I mean Lucky was a famous photographer who got me some really neat pictures and I didn't want to risk my supply chain. "Uncle Stephan isn't here right now so you will need to come back later," I offered.
"No, Count Vlad and I don't get along. I work better with the warm and fuzzy members of the Cassadine wolf-pack," he said.
Ok warm and fuzzy certainly let out Uncle Stephan. I love the guy but he is never going to be described as warm and fuzzy. "Well Nicholas isn't here either."
He looked at me a little sadly, "No I am not here for Prince Nicky. Look kid, I need you to pack a bag."
"Huh?"
"We're taking a trip to scenic Port Chuckles. I need a lawyer and your mom is it."
He was back to full crazy. "Mr. Spencer my mother hasn't practiced law in a long time. It might be better if you find another lawyer."
"Nah, I know who I trust and it's your mother."
Yup, full crazy. "It is very late and I think you should go now. I will make sure to let Uncle Stephan know you were here."
He ignored me and addressed my mother. "Look Natasha, you have played this wilting damsel-in-distress part long enough. The gypsy princess is tapping her tambourine again."
"My mother isn't playing at anything!" I hated when people just assumed my mother should just get over it.
He didn't even look at me. "Come on Princess, your knight in shinning armor has turned up to take you on a fabulous vacation. Let's see what we have for you to wear on your lucky date with yours truly. The latest in courtroom armor, your sensible shoes, and of course you need to take this lovely evening dress for all our romantic dinners."
He was just pulling things out of my mother's closet and piling them on her bed.
He also just kept talking. It was almost as if he expected her to answer him. She hadn't answered anyone since Dad died.
"I know what you are thinking Counselor. Why not just get the ex-DA shyster to take care of this problem? Well for one thing I want the best, not the worst. For another, I need a partner who knows how to get the old bat. You know as well as I do that Baldwin just isn't up to the challenge. Beside you know what is at stake here. Are you really going to just sit on the bench Natasha?"
"If you would just pay Scott you wouldn't be in this mess."
My mother spoke to a stranger?!?!?
"Why should I have to pay him for a case that should never been brought to trial? Especially since Count Vlad was still among the un-dead. And as you know very well Natasha we wouldn't be in this mess if Daddy Popsicle had just bought a back-bone instead of a snow-cone machine."
"Don't pack the red one," Mom answered.
So Mom and I were going to Port Chuckles with a crazy man. I put the pile Mr. Spencer left on the bed in a suitcase and threw some of my clothes in a bag.
I tried to leave a note for Uncle Stephan, but Mr. Spencer said it wasn't necessary. When I asked him why, or any other question about what was going on, he ignored me.
I didn't care though. For the first time in six years Mom had answered someone. For that alone I would follow this crazy man into hell.
Chapter 2: Crazy Man
Disclaimer: General Hospital and all its characters belong to ABC, Disney, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks to my faithful beta reader. Please read and review!
"I applaud your effort in killing that vase Princess Junior, but did you need to use my head to do it?"
He was taller then Uncle Stephan and looked older. He was dressed in black and looked like some stereotype of a bank robber. He was also obviously crazy.
"What do you want?" I demanded. Ok, not original, but hey, it was the best I could come up with.
"I like her Natasha. She seems to have your backbone," he said to my mother. Then he turned to me. "I'm an old partner of your mother."
Crazy and couldn't lie, "You are not a lawyer."
He just laughed, "No, I don't belong to that blood-sucking tribe. Our association was more about family."
Crazy, couldn't lie, and SO not a Cassadine, "You're from the Romanian- Bronx branch of the Cassadines? Or are you Grandmother Tracy's new 'friend'?"
"Ugh thanks for those nightmares. No, my name is Luke Spencer."
Ok, I had heard of him. I knew Uncle Stephan wasn't particularly fond of him, but he was the father of Nicholas' half-brother Lucky. I had met Lucky once or twice when he came to town with Nicholas and Gia. Maybe he was only partially crazy. I decided that I better smoke a peace pipe with the guy. I mean Lucky was a famous photographer who got me some really neat pictures and I didn't want to risk my supply chain. "Uncle Stephan isn't here right now so you will need to come back later," I offered.
"No, Count Vlad and I don't get along. I work better with the warm and fuzzy members of the Cassadine wolf-pack," he said.
Ok warm and fuzzy certainly let out Uncle Stephan. I love the guy but he is never going to be described as warm and fuzzy. "Well Nicholas isn't here either."
He looked at me a little sadly, "No I am not here for Prince Nicky. Look kid, I need you to pack a bag."
"Huh?"
"We're taking a trip to scenic Port Chuckles. I need a lawyer and your mom is it."
He was back to full crazy. "Mr. Spencer my mother hasn't practiced law in a long time. It might be better if you find another lawyer."
"Nah, I know who I trust and it's your mother."
Yup, full crazy. "It is very late and I think you should go now. I will make sure to let Uncle Stephan know you were here."
He ignored me and addressed my mother. "Look Natasha, you have played this wilting damsel-in-distress part long enough. The gypsy princess is tapping her tambourine again."
"My mother isn't playing at anything!" I hated when people just assumed my mother should just get over it.
He didn't even look at me. "Come on Princess, your knight in shinning armor has turned up to take you on a fabulous vacation. Let's see what we have for you to wear on your lucky date with yours truly. The latest in courtroom armor, your sensible shoes, and of course you need to take this lovely evening dress for all our romantic dinners."
He was just pulling things out of my mother's closet and piling them on her bed.
He also just kept talking. It was almost as if he expected her to answer him. She hadn't answered anyone since Dad died.
"I know what you are thinking Counselor. Why not just get the ex-DA shyster to take care of this problem? Well for one thing I want the best, not the worst. For another, I need a partner who knows how to get the old bat. You know as well as I do that Baldwin just isn't up to the challenge. Beside you know what is at stake here. Are you really going to just sit on the bench Natasha?"
"If you would just pay Scott you wouldn't be in this mess."
My mother spoke to a stranger?!?!?
"Why should I have to pay him for a case that should never been brought to trial? Especially since Count Vlad was still among the un-dead. And as you know very well Natasha we wouldn't be in this mess if Daddy Popsicle had just bought a back-bone instead of a snow-cone machine."
"Don't pack the red one," Mom answered.
So Mom and I were going to Port Chuckles with a crazy man. I put the pile Mr. Spencer left on the bed in a suitcase and threw some of my clothes in a bag.
I tried to leave a note for Uncle Stephan, but Mr. Spencer said it wasn't necessary. When I asked him why, or any other question about what was going on, he ignored me.
I didn't care though. For the first time in six years Mom had answered someone. For that alone I would follow this crazy man into hell.