A/N: I know I'm a total slacker! Don't be mad! I've finally got this story

completely worked out in my head. I've been busy with school and family

stuff. I promise that you will be getting at least two chaps. per weekend.

Thanx to all who have reviewed please continue to feed my ego and we should

have no problem. I can barely stomach GH anymore because of the horrible

Nikolas is Connor storyline. Nikolas has been presumed dead how many times

now? Anyway a little history for my story:Liz was raped and she and Lucky

became close after that. Nothing romantic though it was strictly brother

sister. Same with Sonny and his clan. Since I haven't been watching that long

I don't know why Luke and Sonny don't like each other, but whatever it was,

it never happened in my story. Liz came to know Sonny through the Spencer's.

I think that's about it. On with the story. (The flashback is now over)

As Elizabeth fidgeted with her clothes she couldn't help but wonder how

well this cover story was going to work with the Spencers and Corinthos'.

These were smart people after all how long would it take them to see through

her story of having Amnesia after the bombing and wandering around the world

with no memory until a few months ago when everything magically returned.

The story was a little far fetched and Liz knew that she would have to make

it work otherwise her cover was blown. The idea of the story was to placate

her return and make Courtney do something rash for which she could be caught.

It has to work because I'm tired of being dead. Liz looked at the building

she was standing in front of. Luke's. She smiled when she remebered all the

dinners that had occured there with all of her family. The crisp November wind

ruffled her hair and sent a chill up her spine. Today was the anniversary of her

death and she knew that soon everyone would be here to celebrate her life. She

had to get moving.

She took a deep breath and pulled the door open. The club was dimly lit

and eerily quiet. It was also empty, save for the silver-haired man behind the bar

pouring over papers in front of him. The door closed behind her with a bang.

"Sorry. We're closed." Luke Spencer said without looking up.

Liz took another breath and knew that it was know or never. "Even for

family?"

Luke's head snapped up at the familiar voice that he had ached to hear

for years. "Princess?" He questioned as though unsure it was actually her.

"It's me Luke. It's your princess." She answered tears making her voice

husky.

He slowly came from behind the counter and stopped a few feet away from her.

"How do I know you're really Princess and not some double sent by the

Cassadines to make me crazy?" He asked seriously.

She smiled at the thought. "When I was 16, you took me and Lucky camping

in the backyard. You made us take a blood oath that if you were killed by

the Cassadines that Lucky and I would take them down and then burn down

Wyndemere in your name."

He seemed to study her for a moment then without warning, he scooped her

up into his arms and held her against his chest. Neither one of them spoke

they just held each other, silent tears streaming down their faces. Suddenly

they heard the door open and a voice begin to speak.

"Luke..."