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Author's notes: A lot of the characters on GH will be in this fic, if you don't see them right away give me time. I like fic's with a lot of characters in them, so that is how I write them.
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What If…
Chapter 16
~Docks~
"Spencer?" Lucky asked with a sigh of relief when she sat down beside him on the far edge of the bench.
"Well it's hard to wrap my head around the name Lucky. Lucky is the name of a dog, not a person." Rory answered, wondering if she could get any farther away from him. If she pressed any further into the railing, she would have indentions in her ass for days.
"Okay well let's try this then, Hi, I'm Lucas Lorenzo Spencer, Jr.," Lucky said extending his hand.
She crinkled her nose, and studied him before briefly taking his hand, "Okay Lucky what do you want."
"You know Elizabeth had a problem with my name at first." He told her with a smile.
"So what's your name?" Elizabeth asked, cocking her head to study him.
"Lucky." He answered briefly.
"Lucky, we'll see." She said with a coy smile.
"Well that's original," Rory said dryly.
"So's Elizabeth," Lucky murmured quietly.
Rory tensed at the tense of the word he used. Like he thought Elizabeth was still alive and sitting next to him right now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
He picked up on her unease and quickly went on, opening the book on his lap, "Here's a picture of Elizabeth, it was taken not long after she moved here."
She glanced at the picture but made no effort to move closer to him.
"Everyone called her Lizzie, short for Lizzie the terrible." He mused with a soft smile, "but I always said Elizabeth. Elizabeth had run away from Colorado, and crash landed on the doorstep of her gram's house where her sainted sister lived." He said turning another page in the book.
"Sister?" Rory asked moving a little closer trying to see the pictures in the book.
"Yeah, Sister Sarah." He said in a sing-song voice, "Elizabeth always meant it as a sort of nunnery slam on Sarah."
"Elizabeth's sister was a nun?" Rory asked shifting closer to study the photograph. The blonde girl in the miniskirt definitely didn't look like a nun, "She doesn't look like one."
Lucky laughed, "No Sarah wasn't a nun, she was just perfect, at least in the eyes of her family and of most of the people in town. Elizabeth always felt slighted because of that, like she was never good enough." He shifted the book, so it was partially on her lap, she was so close now he could smell the vanilla scent of the shampoo she used.
She touched the book, and turned back a page to study the teenage version of Elizabeth, no Lizzie she corrected herself. She swallowed a groan, Lizzie, wasn't that who Emily said she reminded her of. Oh this just kept getting better and better.
Rory shook her head looking at the photograph of the girl in a halter-top and miniskirt that looked exactly like her. She was relieved now that Jason had shown her a picture of Elizabeth, that way she was prepared. Or as prepared as she could be. She studied the photograph of Lizzie, there was something different about this photograph compared to the one she had seen earlier. It was more than the style of dress, she couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something different.
"So was it love at first sight for you two?"
"No, I was gone over Sarah, I was to busy thinking about her to realize that Elizabeth liked me."
She flipped the page to study Sarah Webber, she was the typical blue-eyed blonde she looked cute, sweet and very bland. "So what you wised up and threw her over for Lizzie?" She asked looking up at Lucky in surprise when he laughed.
"No unfortunately for me Sarah only saw me as a friend." He said remembering, he got up from the bench to cross to the water and study Spook Island, "Sarah was nuts over the Cassa-Creep."
"The Cassa-Creep?" Rory asked.
"Nikolas."
"Your brother? You call him the Cassa-Creep?" She was surprised they had seem pretty close.
He was quiet for a minute, "I did then, I had only learned of his existence the year before, and my dad." He stopped, "Well my dad had convinced me that all Cassadines were the devil incarnate. I wasn't that hard to convince, I was jealous of him." He shrugged and turned back to face her, "But with Elizabeth's help and a lot of time, I got to discover my brother."
Elizabeth, Rory thought he always circles back to Elizabeth. I wonder if he is even aware he does that. She studied the book, and turned another page. Elizabeth was there surrounded by tall, blonde, people, and she looked decidedly out of place, with her looks and her expression. She was the only one not smiling.
"The Webber family." He sat beside her again, "Elizabeth always felt like she didn't belong."
"Well there isn't much resemblance." She admitted, uneasily there was something about the smiles of that Stepford like family that was getting to her.
"No."
"So how did Lizzie convince you to forget Sister Sarah?" She asked bracing herself and turning another page.
"She didn't really, I really only considered her a friend, a slightly annoying friend who had a knack for getting in trouble. Elizabeth was a friend that you never knew what she was going to do or say next, but a friend nevertheless. I didn't know that Elizabeth was thinking of me as more than a friend."
"That must have hurt her, if she liked you and you liked the perfect sister," Rory said looking at him, "especially for what a 15 – 16 year old?"
"I know I must have hurt Elizabeth a lot." Lucky agreed.
"I have to say, that the image of Lizzie, does not fit the Elizabeth everyone, including you, have been describing to me." She observed flipping the page, to see yet another picture of Elizabeth and Lucky, this time they were in formal clothes, standing before a banner that said Nurses Ball 1998.
"Well what changed Elizabeth, and what brought us together both came from the same experience." He shifted on the bench so he faced her.
She shivered involuntarily, his eyes had darkened and his face looked drawn, as if he was remembering something painful. For some reason she didn't want him to go on, she didn't want to hear whatever he was going to say.
"We got close after." Lucky paused not wanting to do this to her, but knowing he had to, "After she was raped."
Rory paled the ugly word rape echoed in her head.
~GH~
"Are you sure a biopsy is necessary?" Dr. Monica Quartermaine asked.
"I'm sorry Monica but yes it is, the growth was confirmed by the second mammogram. You know as well as I do that the sooner we know what were dealing with the sooner we can help you." Dr. Ellen Meadows said briskly, keeping her tone professional while looking in the face of her old friend.
"Of course, then I'll have the biopsy," Monica said her mind reeling at the possibility of her cancer returning. She had passed the five-year anniversary and she had allowed herself to believe that the danger had passed. It was foolish and now she was paying for it.
"Have you told Alan yet?"
"No, and I don't plan to. I don't want to worry him, if it turns out to be nothing." On this point Monica was sure, she could not handle the histrionics of her family right now.
"Monica, you need your family more than ever at a time like this," Ellen pressed.
"No."
With a sigh Ellen got up, "I have arranged the appointment at the clinic in two days like you requested. It will be at 8:00 a.m., you know the drill no food or drink."
Monica wrote the information down on a loose piece of paper, "You'll be there right?"
"Yes. Monica if you change your mind…"
"Hi Mom," Emily said walking into the office, "Oh sorry, I can come back later."
"No stay Emily, we were done here," Monica said immediately, smiling at her daughter, "I'll walk you out Ellen."
Emily sat in the chair and pulled some notebooks out of her bag, putting them on the desk while she dug in her bag for gum.
"So what brings you by?" Monica asked heading to her desk.
"I wanted to tell you that Jason is in town," Emily said.
"He is," Monica smiled she missed her son so much. She could still remember the last time she had seen him alone, he had told her he loved her. She would never tire of hearing those words.
"Yes, he was going to see grandmother today and I'm sure he'll track you down as well. He says he's going to be in town for awhile."
Monica smiled, it would be so good to see Jason, especially now. With that thought the smile vanished, and her mood plummeted.
"Mom you okay? You kind of zoned out on me there," Emily asked, looking concerned.
"Sorry, woolgathering I guess," Monica said pasting on a fake smile, "So how is he?"
"He's good Mom, I wanted to tell you that he didn't come back alone," Emily stopped wondering how much to tell her, "he brought his girlfriend with him."
"He has a girl with him?" Monica asked surprised, the last girl she had seen him with was Carly, the only one before that was Robin.
"Yes and wait until you see her…"
"Dr. Monica Quartermaine to E.R. Dr. Monica Quartermaine to E.R., stat."
"Sorry," Monica said heading for the door.
"No problem," Emily said grabbing her papers off the desk and stuffing them in her bag, before following her mother out of the room.
~Docks~
"She was raped?" Rory asked quietly triggering her own memory. She paled remembering strong hands holding her down, the weight of a man pressing into her. She shook the memory away and focused on Lucky who seemed lost himself.
"It was the Valentines Day Dance at school, Elizabeth had asked me if I wanted to hang out with her at the dance. I told her yes, she was my friend, and it would be cool to be there with a friend, it wasn't a date, at least not to me." Lucky began quietly his voice barely audible over the water lapping against the dock.
"The day of the dance Sarah asked me to go with her, not as a friend but as her date." His face twisted into a sneer at the memory, "I thought I had been given the holy-grail, I had been crazy about her since I met her and she was finally looking back. She had tired of the Cassa-creep and wanted me. So I had a choice to make, go with Sarah or hang out with Elizabeth." He shook his head and looked at her, "Who do you think I chose?"
"Sarah." Rory said quietly.
"You bet." He said shaking his head, "I went and found Elizabeth to ask her that since it wasn't a date was it okay if I brought someone with me." He stopped, "It's a wonder she didn't slap me then. I don't know how many times after that night I prayed she would have, then this would have all been avoided."
He got up and moved to the edge of the docks, "But no not Elizabeth, she hid the hurt, and sold me some story about going with some jock, Chad Rundel. I bought it, no actually I chose to believe it, because my mind was already locked on Sarah."
He was quiet then lost in the memories of that awful Valentines Day. Rory sat on the bench, her eyes flicking from the photograph of Lizzie to the man in front of her.
He shook his head, "The date with Sarah was a disaster, she spent the whole night talking about Nikolas, I found myself missing the fun I knew I would have had with Elizabeth. She had never showed up at the dance, and I was worried, I saw Chad Rundel and asked him, but he didn't even know who she was. I left Sarah and went to look for her, see I knew something was wrong, I just woke up to that fact, to damn late."
Lucky stuffed his hands in his pockets, and concentrated on the water to get through the memories that were waiting for him. "I remember it was cold that night, we had had some snow a few days before and it was still on the ground. I cut through the park. I remember that I was thinking about Sarah, and the way she had acted. I was blowing on my hands to warm them as I walked by some bushes, when I heard a moan and noises coming from then, I stopped and turned around."
Lucky turned and saw a woman, crawling out of the bushes, "Who's there?" he called, his eyes widening in horror, when she looked up at him as she heard his voice. It was Elizabeth, her big brown eyes locked on his, full of fear, and pain. He could see the smudges under her eyes from her tears and he could hear her moans as she tried to crawl free of the bushes.
He started towards her, his mouth trying to say her name, she moaned again and he found his voice "Oh my God! What the hell happened to you?" Lucky asked crouching beside her, "Elizabeth are you okay?" he asked reaching for her.
Elizabeth cowered away from him, shaking even harder, He lowered his voice and tried again, "It's me Lucky."
"She was so scared, I could feel it coming off of her. She tried to stand and I caught her. She finally let me help her, she was bruised, beaten, and she was babbling that she couldn't get her shoe on." He blinked away the tears those memories awoke in him.
Rory sat there on the bench, she couldn't help but feel for the girl in the picture. She flipped from the picture of Lizzie to a later one of Elizabeth, now she knew part of the reason why they seemed so different. She could see the change in the girl's eyes. She could almost see where one person ended and the other began. She looked back at Lucky when he began to speak again.
"I tried to calm her down, to help her, I fought back my own anger and tried to help."
"I can fix that," Lucky said trying to put her shoe on, only to stop when he saw the blood on her legs. He sucked in a breath, and asked tensely, "Tell me who did this to you."
Elizabeth shifted on the bench, shaking, her eyes darting around, she pulled on the strap of her dress, "I-I don't know."
"To this day Elizabeth's eyes from that night haunt me. She looked bad, bruised and muddy with blood on her legs." He turned to face the woman he knew was Elizabeth and told her about the worst night of her life, "her dress was ripped she had one shoe in her hand. The worse thing though was her eyes, they looked like something so awful had happened, and they just couldn't bear to know it."
Lucky moved over and sat down on the bench, "That look stayed in Elizabeth's eyes for a very long time. Elizabeth was strong though, so very strong. I helped Elizabeth and she helped me together we got past the rape. Elizabeth said once that that was the night Lizzie the terrible died. I promised I would take care of her."
"I will take care of you," Lucky vowed looking up into her vacant eyes while she sat there on the bench. He made up his mind then and there that nothing or no one would ever hurt her again.
"I will take care of you," Lucky repeated softly.
Rory shifted on the seat and took his hand to offer some comfort, her heart was breaking for the girl and the man beside her, and he obviously still felt guilty over that night.
Lucky quickly grasped her hand with his other hand, keeping it on his as he stared at her.
She shifted again his stare was making her uncomfortable. She looked again at the photo, and quickly caught another thing with it that bothered her. "I thought you said her eyes were brown, their blue in these pictures."
"They are brown, the rape happened before Elizabeth started wearing contacts." Lucky answered.
"Contacts?" Rory repeated.
"Yeah, colored contacts. You know like you have." He said tightening his hand on hers, when he looked into her blue eyes.
~Quartermaine's~
Jason pulled his bike off on the side of the road and cut up through the gate to the back of the house, he jumped the low border wall and kept moving quickly if he hurried he could probably catch her while she was still alone. He moved past the windows cautiously and peered through the patio doors into the sitting room. He saw her sitting there, she was still alone, he pushed the doors open and walked into the room.
"Jason, oh my dear," Lila cried her eyes lighting as soon as she saw him, she stretched her hand out to him.
"Grandmother," Jason said with a smile taking her hand and kissing her cheek, sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
"Oh my dear, I have missed you so," Lila said clutching his hand.
"I have missed you to Grandmother," Jason said studying her, she still looked beautiful as ever. Her eyes overflowing with love for him, she was the first person he had ever loved, and one of the few who had never let him down in any way.
"Now I know why Emily has seemed happier these last few days." Lila said.
"Yes, I've seen Emily."
Reginald paused just inside the door he had heard Lila speaking and went to check on her. He could see how happy she looked and quietly closed the door to give them privacy, and he went off to waylay the rest of the Quartermaines. He wanted to give Lila as much time as possible with Jason.
"Good maybe you can find out what is troubling her, she won't tell me," Lila said, "she never could keep a secret from you."
Jason smiled, "I'll try."
"My dear, are you staying around this time?"
"I'll be here for awhile Grandmother," He replied honestly but evasively.
"Good," Lila said observing her grandson, there was something different about him, something she hadn't seen before "Jason are you alright? You seem different."
"Different how?"
"You seem relaxed, happy, you're smiling more." Lila paused before smiling, "Oh my darling are you in love?"
He shifted on the coffee table, "How do you know that?"
"Jason it's in your eyes, your face, oh I am so happy for you. I am glad you are not alone anymore. Is it the same woman from last summer?"
He stared at Lila, "How did you know about her last summer?"
Lila smiled and patted his hand, "My dear you may think you are the only one who can read people, but I've been observing them for decades. There was a change in you even then."
"Did anyone else notice?" He asked abruptly not liking the fact his feelings were obvious.
"No. Oh don't worry you were still your usual taciturn self." She said quickly to reassure him, "Do I get to meet her?"
"Yes, she came with me this time, I want you to meet her." Jason said.
"That's wonderful, why didn't you bring her with you today?"
"I tried, she said that today should be a day for just the two of us." He broke off remembering her peculiar behavior. He studied Lila, and something occurred to him that might explain it, "I think she's afraid of meeting you."
"Why?" She asked surprised.
"I don't know, I've told her about you. I know you will love her you won't be able to help it. I don't know sometimes when I'm with her I can read her like a book and other times I don't have a clue." Jason said rubbing his neck.
Lila laughed, "That is the privilege of being a woman, we take great delight in confusing the men in our lives, especially the men were in love with," She laughed again at his frown, "Tell me about her."
"Well she's different from anyone I have ever met before. She's alone in the world, except for her uncle, but at the same time she's not. She draws people to her so easily. She disarms them, and turns them into friends, I don't think anyone remains a stranger to her for long, unless of course she doesn't like them. If she doesn't like you she makes no secret of it. She refuses to sugar coat anything." He began to prowl the room, he never felt comfortable in this house.
"You feel comfortable with her, even though she is quite sarcastic. She's smart, and she's funny. The way she looks at the world is so different, I can't wait to hear what she say next. In fact whatever she does say usually surprises me. I love to hear her think."
"She sounds special." Lila said determined to meet the young woman who had captured her grandson's heart.
"She is special. I laugh so much when I am with her, and I feel a little lost when I'm not. I smile so much, she says I am developing a sense of humor late in life," Jason said with a shake of his head, "I don't know about that, I just know she touches me in a way that I have never have been touched before."
"Oh my dear I am so happy for you, especially after hearing you describe her, I know she must be special." Lila said holding out her hand for him.
"Why?" He asked taking her hand to settle in front of her again.
"Because the whole time you were describing her you never mentioned her looks. When I told you to tell me about her, that was what you did. You told me about the woman you knew, not the woman you see. I couldn't be more pleased."
Jason considered that, Rory was beautiful there was no denying that. But even her expressive face couldn't express everything that was inside of her. Her eyes could dance, with humor, passion, even sadness, but they couldn't contain her spirit. Her smile lit up his world, but it was only a starting point. What made Rory so beautiful was everything about her, "Well she is beautiful Grandmother, it's just she's not limited to just being beautiful. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, my dear it does. I am so happy that you have someone again. I know you were in love with Robin, but it was so new to you, and she hurt you terribly. I know you loved Carly too, but I don't think you were ever in love with her, and I'm afraid she hurt you too. I was so afraid that you wouldn't seek out love again. I am so happy you did." Lila said softly.
"I didn't seek it out, I wasn't even aware it was happening. I just walked into a bar, and there she was. I didn't know she was going to change my life." He said softly.
"I see you now, this man before me who is in love, and I couldn't be more pleased. Well I will be pleased once I meet her. You'll bring her here, I will have cook prepare a special meal."
"I'd like that, but…"
"Reginald and I will arrange for the family to be away, so we will do it then." Lila said briskly cutting him off.
Jason shrugged he knew better than to try to argue with her, there was an iron fist in those frail hands of hers, "Okay."
"Good we'll do it tomorrow, at 1:00. Edward will be at the club, and the others will be gone, I will see to it."
"Grandmother there's something I need to explain to you about Rory before you meet her." Jason said taking her hand again.
"Rory? Is that her name? It's lovely."
"Yes, about Rory, there might be a problem, I wanted to warn you that…"
"Reginald, you infernal idiot, look what you have done to my suit." Edward Quartermaine's voice came clearly through the closed door.
Jason quickly got to his feet and kissed Lila on the cheek, it was definitely time to leave. He was not in the mood to deal with the old man, "I will talk to you later."
"Jason must you? I know Edward would love to see you. I know he doesn't show it but he loves you so." Lila asked looking up at him.
"No thanks." Jason said quickly heading for the doors, he let himself out the patio doorsat the same time Edward entered the room, followed by Reginald.
"Lila do you know what this fool did, he accosted me in the hall, and spilled a drink on me, trying to stop me from coming in here." Edward looked at Reginald who had crossed to Lila, "You're fired."
"I don't work for you." He leaned close to Lila, "Sorry I tried to stop him," he whispered straightening the blanket on her wheelchair.
Lila patted his hand "Thank you Reggie."
"Thank you Reggie, that man is a menace, I will not be treated like this in my own house." Edward blustered shaking his hand.
"It's Dr. Quartermaine's house," Reginald said.
"You…"
"Oh Edward, put a sock in it." Lila said moving her wheelchair out of the room.
Jason shook his head, the old man would never change, he thought as he made his way away from the house.
~Docks~
Rory pulled her hand from Lucky's hold, edging further away from him, her mind replaying his words. She realized then that when he talked about Elizabeth, he always said her name, he never said her or she. It was like he was consciously saying Elizabeth, trying to lead her to the conclusion that he was talking about herself. Rory shook her head it was time to leave.
"Anyway I promised to take care of Elizabeth and that is what I did. At the same time though, Elizabeth took care of me too. Not long after the rape, my own life went to hell." Lucky smiled bitterly, "A long buried secret exploded, and destroyed my family, and it almost destroyed me too. Elizabeth was the reason I got past it. So as much as I helped Elizabeth, Elizabeth helped me more."
"That's good, I'm glad she was there for you, and you were there for her," Rory said stressing the pronouns.
"Elizabeth, heart is so strong and big, she could help anyone."
"It was." Rory said.
"What?"
"I said her heart was big but she is dead now," Rory said her eyes locking on his, "You know that right? You keep talking about her like she is alive, but you know she's dead right?"
He held her gaze, he needed to tread carefully, he didn't want to spook her, "I'm just describing Elizabeth, you see I know Elizabeth better than anyone in this world, the same way Elizabeth knows me."
"Knew." She said sharply, "You knew her. She is dead."
"I know that Elizabeth felt like she was second best, for most of her life. I know that her smile brightened my world."
She flipped through the pages of the book, they were full of Elizabeth and Lucky. There they were in formal wear and casual, kissing, smiling, and laughing. She was looking at someone else's life, and it was making her uncomfortable. Especially when she realized that despite what Lucky had said earlier, he still considered her as the woman who played the starring role in his life. That he still thought she was Elizabeth.
She shoved the book in his hand and got up from the bench, she took a few steps away before turning on him, "I know that that we look alike, and I have no clue why. I know that this is hard for you to handle, but I am not her. Do you get that? Elizabeth is dead I am not her. Is this sinking in yet?" She asked when he got up to face her.
"I know you're confused, I know you're scared, I'm just trying to explain, about Elizabeth and me. How our connection was formed and how strong it is, I'm just trying to get you to understand," He said, risking her anger by taking her hand again.
"Understand what?" She snapped, patience gone.
"That I would know Elizabeth anywhere, even if Elizabeth didn't know herself." He said softly.
~Warehouse~
Sonny tapped his fingers on the desk waiting for her to pick-up.
"What?" Carly snapped as she grabbed the phone, tucking it between her head and shoulder.
"Well hello to you too." Sonny said dryly.
Her eyes widened guiltily, she let the tape measure fly closed with a snap, "Damn," she said when it caught her finger.
"What's wrong?" Sonny asked.
"Oh nothing, I just jammed my finger. So what's up?"
"I wanted to see if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. I tried to catch you at Deception, but you had already left. So what are you doing?" Sonny asked leaning back in his chair.
Carly glanced around his sacred kitchen, "Nothing, I just had some errands to run," she said quickly, tucking the tape measure in her bag.
"Carly," Sonny began.
"So where are we eating?" Carly cut him off.
He sighed, "The No Name, are you up for that?"
"The No Name," Carly repeated quietly, "Are you sure?" Every time they had plans to go to the No Name something bad had happened. She had yet to see the place.
"Yes, it's time for our luck to change." Sonny said smiling at himself, well maybe not, "I've invited Jason and Rory to go with us. So what do you think?"
She thought about it, if he was willing to tempt the fates by going to the No Name she would too, besides she was anxious to see Jason and Rory together. Not to mention the fact she was ready for another round with Rory, this time on equal footing, "Okay."
"Good, I'll be home soon." He said.
Her eyes sparked when she looked at a magazine on the counter, no time like the present to start her plan, "You know I was looking in some magazines and I saw the most amazing kitchen design."
"Really," Sonny said opening a folder on the desk.
"Yes, it was gorgeous, it featured this design that had a free range and oven in an island in the room, with it's own unique lighting system over it. There was also a place for the pans over the island. It looked so good, it freed up a lot of counter space. It's to bad you don't have something like that, it would probably help your cooking."
"There's nothing wrong with my kitchen," Sonny said testily.
"Oh I never said there was baby." She said with a smile, "You were the one that mentioned that you wanted another oven to work with, and some more burners, because there were some dishes you wanted to try but couldn't with the kitchen the way it is. Never mind, I know that whatever you cook it will be good, I just was thinking of how your creativity is stifled in this kitchen. Don't worry about it, will just keep eating the dishes you usually make." She finished biting her lip when she heard him suck in a breath.
"You make it sound like I can't cook in my kitchen," Sonny said sharply getting up from his desk, "You got a problem with my food?"
"No Sonny of course not, it's just if you want to limit your creativity because of the limited facilities you have available it's your own choic," She said quickly, she knew she had him hooked, now all she had to do was reel him in slowly.
Sonny frowned out the window, she was insulting his capabilities, no she was insulting his kitchen, where he made his masterpieces. He rubbed his hand over his jaw, sometimes it was tight in there, and he knew he had mentioned it to her before. She was just thinking of him, "Maybe you can leave those magazines out," He said finally.
Carly spun around in a circle in the empty kitchen; yes she had him. He would get a new kitchen and she would remodel the room behind the kitchen that Jason used to stay in at the same time. He would get a new kitchen, and she would have a pool room. She smiled, that pool table was as good as hers, "Okay I will," she said sweetly.
Sonny heard her tone, but before he could respond he saw something on the docks that worried him. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand, "Johnny," he yelled.
"Yes?" Johnny asked opening the door.
"Rory's on the docks, with Lucky Spencer, get there and get him away from her." Sonny snapped, "Now."
"Right boss," Johnny said and quickly left the room.
"Sonny are you there?" Carly asked.
"Yeah, look be ready by 8:00 okay," Sonny said looking at the docks, where he saw Lucky grab Rory's hand, "Shit." He muttered.
"What?" Carly asked.
"Nothing, I got to go, be home soon." He said hanging up on her to watch the scene on the dock.
"Sonny? Well fine." She closed her phone and left the kitchen she placed the magazines on his desk. Why would it matter if Lucky were with Rory? She wondered crossing to the stairs. "Who cares?" she said, she needed to get ready, and tonight she was going to look fabulous.
~Docks~
"Lucky." Rory snapped exasperated and tugged her hand away.
"I know Elizabeth, I know how she worries her bottom lip when she's thinking or is troubled," Lucky said, ignoring the anger in her gaze.
"Well I don't do that." She said crossing her arms, so he wouldn't grab her hand again.
"Elizabeth babbles when she nervous. That's when she is most honest too, she can't seem to help or stop what flies out of her mouth."
She shifted her stance, "Lot's of people babble, it doesn't mean anything. Besides if she was your wonderful girlfriend, you would think you could come up with something a bit more compelling or insightful than that. I mean is that the best you have, a big heart, and inferiority complex, a bottom lip, and babbling, jeez that's pathetic."
He smiled at her babble, "Elizabeth is an artist, she worries sometimes that she isn't good enough, but she has so much talent. Elizabeth was accepted at an art academy in New York.
"Well there is another difference, I can't draw a straight line with a ruler." She said getting pissed with Lucky, he seemed so confident that she was Elizabeth, that if he told her enough things that she would suddenly admit to being his dead girlfriend he was in for a rude awakening.
He saw the anger and dare in her eyes, she was so sure that there was nothing he could say that she couldn't explain away. "Elizabeth has a little scar on the index finger of her left hand, that looks like half of a wishbone." He noticed her curling her hand in a fist to hide her fingers, "She got it when the neighbor's poodle went insane and bit her."
Rory said nothing he could have just seen the scar on her finger and made up his own story, she had no idea if Elizabeth had a scar there or not, and he knew that.
"Elizabeth also has a surgical scar there," He gestured to her side, "She got it when her appendix was removed when she was 11."
She turned to look at the water, her arms wrapping around her waist while Lucky continued on, her nerves were jumping uneasily at his words. "Elizabeth can't clear her throat all the way. She tries but she always hiccups at the end, it drives her crazy."
She jolted but kept her back to Lucky.
"Elizabeth loves raspberries, she has spent hours mixing paints trying to capture the color of them. She said she loves them so much because she can't have them. She's allergic, she breaks out in hives." Lucky said tentatively reaching out for her.
Rory whirled around the anger apparent in her eyes, "Where's her tattoo?"
"What?" surprised Lucky stopped mid-movement, "Elizabeth doesn't have a tattoo."
"Well she may not, but I, Rory Nichols." She tapped her chest, "Have a tattoo on my body. Jason knows where it is. You see he has seen me naked repeatedly. You may know Elizabeth's body, but he knows mine." She moved in closer to him, not caring about the hurt she saw in his eyes or the way his skin had paled. "You see he knows where my tattoo, he knows what I like, you see he knows me Rory Nichols, the same way you say you knew Elizabeth Webber."
Rory backed off slightly before continuing, "I know that you loved her and you miss her. But I got to tell you, you can tell me about her forever, you can describe every minute you ever spent with her, and it won't matter. I will never be her, I have no desire to be her." She finished, moved past him and started heading up the stairs.
"Elizabeth has a birthmark." He said jerkily, pushing past the hurt, he saw her pause and continued, "It's high on her right hip, it looks like a lightning bolt. I used to tell her that that was where god touched her to make her perfect for me."
She continued up the stairs and turned the corner away from him and the docks, she could feel his eyes on her the whole way.
Lucky let out a sigh he knew he had reached her, he could tell from her reactions that everything he said was true. He smiled and picked up the book off the bench, before moving on down the dock. He had laid the foundation, she was going to start questioning, Elizabeth was too curious not too. He had to get to the No Name it was time to keep the pressure on, he thought beginning to whistle.
Johnny ran to the spot they had been standing just a few minutes before, he could see Lucky walking away from him alone. He glanced around for Rory before turning back to look at the warehouse, neither of his bosses were going to be happy about this.
Rory walked calmly around the corner and out of sight when she didn't hear him behind her, she stopped and sagged against the wall of a building, "How did he know that?" She asked letting the fear and confusion out. "It doesn't make sense." She brought her hand up to rub her eyes, and was dismayed to see that it was trembling, "Get a grip," she ordered herself loudly, before moving on to her car.
The man who watched the whole exchange stepped out from the shadows, he glanced down at Lucky when he heard him start whistling, then back up at his charge as she almost ran to her car. He pulled out his phone watching her as he dialed a number.
"It's Marin, we may have a problem. She just had another run in with Lucky Spencer, he shook her up." Marin said and then paused listening.
"Spencer seems confident," he paused again, "No. So far Morgan hasn't made any moves."
"Okay, I'll keep you informed," He said after a pause, closing his phone, before moving to follow Rory.