Author's Note: Hey guys. I still don't know what to name this fic. So if you have any ideas please please please let me know. Thanks! I hope you like this chapter! I really enjoyed writing it!

Lucky watched as Liz approached him, her smile wide enough and bright enough to light up the darkest sky.

"Hey, what are you so happy about?" Lucky asked as he greeted the beautiful woman with a smile that matched her own.

"Well, I just finished nursing school. It's official!" Liz proclaimed as she graciously accepted Lucky's congratulating hug.

"I'm so proud of you Elizabeth. You're gonna be a great nurse," Lucky said as he released her and grasped her hand.

"Thanks. It means a lot hearing that from you, especially from you," Liz said as she felt the pad of her former lover's thumb graze her cheek.

"You know what this calls for don't you?" Lucky asked, a hint of a smile flashing across his handsome features, cleverness in his eyes.

"Oh boy, should I be running for safety?" Elizabeth almost giggled. Lately she had been giggling a lot, due to Lucky. All he seemed to do was make her smile.

"This special and joyous occasion calls for you and me, and dinner. My place. I'll even cook and pick you up," Lucky laughed, and Liz melted.

"You? Cook? Pick me up?" Elizabeth thought that was laughable. They would end up watching Kelly's burn to the ground!

"You deserve it. And I'm not as bad of a date as I used to be anyways. So what do you say Elizabeth? I'll pick you up at eight? Just like old times?" Lucky pleaded. He wanted so desperately for her to say okay. He wanted another chance with the only woman who had ever made him smile like she did.

"Sure, just like old times," Liz said as Lucky smiled in relief and happiness and kissed her cheek before walking out of Kelly's, leaving her standing there, positively glowing. That is, until Ric walked in, and made a beeline straight for her.

Carly slammed her hand on the down button of the elevator. She needed to get the hell out of HarborView Towers, her former safe haven. Her former home.

She sighed.

Carly had always hated arguing with Sonny. It had never gotten them anywhere, except maybe in other people's beds.

And wasn't that a laugh?

They could try to blame their failed relationship on Alexis or Lorenzo or Sam, but in the end, maybe they were just too dysfunctional to work...

Wait. Did she really believe that?

No. No the love was there, the love would always be there. And Carly hated that.

"Damnit!" Carly yelled as she slammed the elevator button again. Jason came out of PH2.

"Carly, banging on the elevator and bothering me isn't going to make it come any faster," Jason said matter of factly.

"Well would you rather me bang on this or bash Sonny's egotistical head in?" Carly questioned her best friend. The one man in her life who would be there for her no matter what.

"What were you fighting about this time?" Jason asked. He wanted to help Carly, she may annoy him but nevertheless, he loved her.

"Alexis," was Carly's reply.

"The custody battle?" Jason inquired.

"Something like that," Carly said as she breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the elevator doors opening. She felt Jason's arm go around her shoulders and she offered him a slight smile.

"You can tell me about it while I walk you home. It's not safe for you to walk by yourself, and I have to go and see someone anyways," Jason said as the elevator doors closed, blocking his only escape route. He was expecting taunting and questions from Carly, and sure enough, he got them.

"Who are you going to see? Is it business?" Carly nosed into Jason's personal life yet again. But she felt like she was responsible for his feelings. She would help him however she could. And she was just happy that he was out of the house, and not with that homewrecker Sam.

"I just have to go and check up on someone, It's no big deal Carly. Leave it alone," and he had said the magic words.

"You only tell me to leave it alone when it's about Courtney. You're going to the loft! You're going to see Courtney! Aren't you Jase?" Carly's eyes were almost bugging out of her head. Jason looked at her, annoyed once again, rolled his eyes, and was thrilled to hear the ever familiar ding of the elevator, signaling that they could get off now. He was quite anxious to get the topic of conversation off of him, and onto her. He didn't want to talk about why his marriage failed, or why he wasn't pushing the divorce through. And knowing that that was all that Carly was thinking about, Jason said,

"So tell me about this fight you had with Sonny..."

Courtney opened the door to the loft and was surprised to see her father sitting on her couch. As a matter of fact, she was pleasantly surprised. A visit with her dad was just what she needed after seeing Jax all day.

"Hey Daddy," Courtney said.

"Hey angel," Mike said as he turned toward her. Courtney knew immediately that something was wrong, so she asked.

"Dad... what's wrong?" She removed her jacket and her shoes and placed where they belonged. Courtney walked over to him.

"You'd better sit Courtney," Mike said as he motioned for her to sit down on the couch next to him.

Courtney sat.

"It's your mother," Mike said as he grasped his daughter's hands.

"What about Mom, Dad?" Courtney asked the question that she feared she already knew the answer to.

"Oh honey, it-- it was a car accident..."

"No. No." Courtney said, almost in a state of shock. Tears filled her eyes.

"Her car went off of a cliff. I'm so sorry sweetie. Janine's dead," Mike said as he stood up and cradled his daughter in his loving arms.

"NO!" Courtney screamed, "NO!" She pounded her fists against her father's chest. She knew what they said about not killing the messenger, but at this point, she was so hurt that she didn't care. Courtney felt an overwhelming desire to be alone, after all, the best memories she had of her mother were when it was just the two of them.

"Dad, thanks for telling me, but I need some time," she said as he nodded and left her to grieve for her mother.

And Courtney was alone. She had never felt more alone in her life. Then she reminded herself, she asked for it.

She let her tears overcome her, her body shook, her hair fell out of her ponytail as she picked up a framed picture of her mother and her and flung it at the door. What kind of mother was Janine anyways? She wasn't even there! And why the hell was it so damn cold in here? Did she forget to turn on the heat...? Courtney was lost in her thoughts and her tears when she heard a knock on the door.

"Dad, I just need to be alone!" Courtney choked out, her voice clearly giving away the fact that she was crying.

"Courtney? It's Jason."