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..."
