Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, except for Anastasia(Cara) & Jaiden who are my creations, or any other new characters you may see, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong ABC, General Hospital and AMC.


Prevailing Over All
By Jules

Chapter 4
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Authors Note: Ok, now, I've been studying the Russian accent, as it is spoken. Mostly the lighter inflection of it. Not the harsh, deeper version, because as those of you who study accents have noticed, there are many different variations of every accent. The one I'm using for my Russian character is a mild accent, one that mostly would affect most of the "th's", "w's", and perhaps a couple other letters as I go on. Well have to see. I kind of re-write the word as I do the accent to myself. It's worked so far with Southern accents, and some other accents I've used it with. I noticed when I was reading this through myself, that while I mentioned that she had a Russian accent, repeatedly in an attempt to get the fact into the readers head, the fact that she had one, just didn't seem to come through in the dialogue. It's just so easily forgotten just a few short sentences later!

Let me know if this 'accent' experiment works out or not.

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PREVIOUSLY:

"Did something go wrong today?" Nikolas asked her, confused by her sullen appearance.

"Yes, something went wrong today. Guess who came back today. Guess who came back today, after having been gone for six months? Six months which I had hoped would be forever."

"Who?" Nikolas asked, guessing whom it was but hoping for her sake it wasn't.

"My father." She informed him, taking off her coat.

"So, Sonny is back from Puerto Rico."

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"Da, and Montague. Nikolas, I am sorry, but ve need to cancel our plans for to-night." Cara revealed forcefully, but with fear in her voice, plus a Russian accent that hadn't been there when they were at Luke's.

Nikolas looked crestfallen, but he completely understood.

"Vhy do ve not take, how de American's say, a rain check?" She suggested.

Nikolas accepted that nodding, and tucked some hair behind her ear, "We should go see Lucky."

"No, it is too dangerous for me to go out. I need him to come 'ere . . ." she bit her lip, "But de phone might already be tapped, so be as vague as possible. Tell him dat Romeo is near, it is a code ve prearranged."

Nikolas gave her a reassuring hug, and then went to go call his brother.

Emily and Lucky had fallen asleep in the chair-bed. The ringing of the phone woke them both up. They'd fallen asleep watching the movie, having played it a second time through after they'd stopped making out.

Lucky pulled out his cell phone and blearily answered it, he was a bit miffed, having been quite comfortably asleep, "What!"

"Lucky it's Nikolas. Sorry, did I wake you? Anyway, Cara sends her love . . . and she wants me to tell you that Romeo is near, and wonders if you can come to my place?"

Lucky sat straight up, nearly knocking Emily off his lap. She stood quickly up, a little off balanced, not angry at Lucky, but incredibly interested as to what was being said in that phone conversation to alarm her boyfriend so much. She knew Lucky Spencer did not get that agitated that quickly, unless the people involved were exceptionally bad news.

"We'll be right there." Then he hung up before Nik could reply.

"Where are we going? What's going on?" Emily demanded concerned, and sleepy. This all had her a bit freaked out.

All he said was, "Nikolas's. Cara needs me. Stay here, it's safer."

Emily just gave him a look, "Lucky, don't be stupid, I'm going to come with you, whether you like it or not. So you might as well bring me with you. We're a team, you and me, remember?"

Lucky stared at her for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, ok, I know better than to try and argue with a Bowen-Quartermaine. Come on, grab your coat, but I'm driving."


Ten minutes later

Lucky and Emily burst in the door find Cara pacing nervously and Nikolas sitting in a chair, watching her. Seeming to be hypnotized by the continuous back and forth movements of her body.

Cara saw Lucky, then ran up and hugged him crying in Russian, "Dank God you are 'ere Lucky." Слава Богу Вы здесь Удачливы) If you were wondering . . .

"It'll be ok." He responded in English, trying to sooth her.

Cara saw Emily and tensed momentarily, but knew that if Lucky trusted her she could too, then relaxed.

Cara continued to let the fake American accent drop and allowed her Russian accent to flow through in her speech patterns, "Lucky, he is back and he brought dat man vith him."

"Who is back?" Lucky questioned gently, he confused as all get out as to who she was talking about, and as to who all the he's were, but he also knew that he'd never get a lucid answer unless he spoke calmly and clearly to her.

"My father. And he brought Montague vith him." She cried out hysterically, "He vill kill me Lucky! If Montague sees me, he vill kill me for revenge against my Grandfather Victrovich."

Emily had been sitting there silently but her head snapped up when she recognized the name.

"Wait a minute, hold on here!" Emily exclaimed, "You couldn't possibly mean Aleczander Victrovich, head of the Russian Mafia?"

"Da, how did you know dat?" Cara demanded, perplexed.

Lucky coughed to get their attention, "Um, ladies, allow me to make the introductions. Emily, this is Cara, her real name Anastasia Katrina Victrovich, my friend, Nikolas's girlfriend, granddaughter of Aleczander Victrovich, and daughter of Sonny Corinthos. (Emily gasped in shock)

Ana, this is Emily Bowen-Quartermaine, my girlfriend, a singer in our band Desperation Unlimited, former model, heir to part of the vast Quartermaine estate, Jason Morgan's little sister, and Aunt/ godmother to my second cousin, and your father's namesake, Michael Morgan." ok, so the band name sucks, I racked my brain for 30 minutes trying to come up with something, anything. If anyone can think of a Rock/Blues/Alternative band sounding name, send it in, and I'll seriously consider the suggestion!

Cara stuck out her hand, "It tis an honor to meet you Emily, Lucky has spoken of you often."

"It's nice to meet you too." Emily responded politely, Lucky had never really spoken to her about Cara, or Anastasia as it appeared she actually was. But Emily was a kind, sweet girl, and she'd never hold that against her. At least not right then, when it was obvious the young woman what in a whole heap of trouble.

Emily shook her hand, then started thinking, she biting her lip as she did. They could almost see the wheels in her head turning.

"Alright, I've got a plan, ok, not a real plan, but the beginnings of one. If Montague wants to kill her, there's only one thing we can do. " She informed them. Everyone looked at her expectantly, "Lucky call you have to call your dad. He is really the only one who will know what to do in this type of situation." She explained shrugging, "I mean, as experienced you are at running from the mafia, this is big time stuff, and if any of us got hurt, you know your dad would spaz. And then he'd chew you out for not coming to him in the first place. He's the expert, and you know it Lucky, so as independent as I know you want to be, we have to call him."

Lucky was silent for several moments, stewing over what his girlfriend had just spouted out. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Lucky," Nikolas spoke up, "as much as I dislike Luke, I'm afraid I have to agree with Emily on this one. He's been facing off with my grandmother for years, and is still alive. I don't think there is anyone else on earth who has repeatedly done what he what he did to her, and lived to tell about it. Not to mention rub her face in it . . . ."

Lucky sighed, then nodded his head, "Alright, alright, I'll call him. But I hope you realize he went on vacation with Alexis for the weekend, I don't even know if he's going to be home . . . ." He told them, walking out of the room.

Emily shook her head at the immaturity of her boyfriend, then turned to the other couple, "Don't worry, Luke and Alexis were due back earlier-" She checked her watch, "earlier today." She finished.

Nikolas and Cara let out sighs of relief. Cara had heard great things about Lucky's father.

Emily voice lost it's commanding tone, and she smiled softly at the tense young woman, "Now Cara, come over here, let's sit down." They sit down together on the couch, "You, have got to pull yourself together. Look at you, you've got mascara running down your face."

Emily grabbed a tissue out of a tissue box on the table by the couch and handed it to Cara, who immediately used it to wipe her eyes.

"Now just relax." Emily ordered, "Luke will know just what to do."

"I sure hope so." Nikolas muttered from the window where he stood looking out into the dark night.


30 minutes later

An impatient Luke came bursting through the door, "Alright cowboy, what was so important that you had to have me come here right now. Alexis and I were having a very nice, private, return home party."

Lucky and Nikolas grimaced at the thought of his father, or Aunt, doing anything with the other party, or frankly, just actually even ever having the urge to participate in such an activity. So Luke's statement had made the boys a bit sick to their stomachs.

Eager to change the subject, away from his father's sex life, Lucky jumped up, "If you please sit down, we'll explain what's going on."

Luke raised an eyebrow at his son, and then sauntered down to a chair. He surveyed the room and faces, then coming across one he didn't recognize. "And who might you be, young lady?"

Lucky started to tell him, but Cara's thick Russian accent telling him to be quiet, shut him up. "Lucky, if you please, I can do it my self."

"Alright, I'll just sit here then, quietly." Lucky told her, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace.

"Like that's possible." Nikolas muttered under his breath, Emily would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so serious.

"Mister Spencer, I know you desire to know who I am. Vell, no one in dis room knows the whole truth. For a long time, it has been too dangerous to let anyone know. But as of today, it is undeniably too dangerous for me not to let anyone know.

I am going to tell you a story, so please, listen closely. For the dings you vill learn are important, and relevant to the present . . . . It all started 20 years ago, in New York.

A young oman fell in love vith a young man dere. Dey vere together for only three months, but dey vere very much in love. When the summer ended, so did deir relationship. De young man vent to vork for de mob, and de girl, back to Russia vith her parents.

It was dere in Russia, dat the girl discovered she was pregnant as a result of her brief love affair in America.

Her father was the suspected leader of the Russian Mafia, and very protective vhere his little girl was concerned.

He vanted to kill the boy for 'taking advantage' of his little princess. The only vay the girl could assure the young man's safety was to make a deal vith her father. She vould never reveal the truth of the baby's father, at least not until just before she died, and the baby's father was to never know of it's existence unless she died. The voman gave birth to a healthy baby girl, whom the young voman gave her last name and full name of Anastasia Katrina Victrovich.

The baby grew up loved and spoiled by her family. Her Grandparents and Mama raised her in Russia. Instead of going to school, she had tutors, and learned many languages, unlike you Americans. Her first language was Russian, but she could also speak English, French, Italian, Greek, Spanish, and Swedish, oh and some Japanese . . . she was still learning it vhen she left.

Growing up in the life she did, helped her make lots of very influential contacts. Vhen her mother died, vhen Anastasia was only 17, her mother left her vith a name dat changed her life, Michael 'Sonny' Corinthos, her father. The girl used some of her contacts to locate him and get backgrounds on the people in his life in Port Charles.

She den had to sneak out of Russia, which was hard to do under her Grandfather's watchful eye. But she finally escaped out into the real vorld, thinking she was leaving all her problems behind her. Yet in fact her troubles vere only just beginning . . . ."

Cara yawned and glanced over at the grandfather clock, "Oh vell, it is past midnight. I'll continue the story in the morning. Nikolas, could you bare to share a bed tonight?"

Nikolas jumped up, "That sounds fine to me, Lucky, Emily, you can have the guest room closest to the main bedroom. Luke, I guess you can have the one at the top of the stair, if you plan on spending the night."

Then the two headed upstairs for the night, leaving behind three shocked, mostly that Nikolas Cassadine would ever allow Luke Spencer to spend the night in his home . . . .

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Oh, and obviously I'm making up all my mob names, and incidents, any similarities to things in real life are purely coincidental, I swear.

Please don't come and kill me.

Please, I want replies, I know it sounds pathetic, but I live for feedback, good or bad! I need to know what you think so I know where to go with this.

Oh, and one final thing, I'm looking for a beta reader for my General Hospital fics, and if anyone is willing, I'd be most grateful.

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