A new face after the race
Chapter 29
Lucky settled back in the chair and afforded himself a sigh of relief. He got up a second later, and searched for his coat, which held his cell phone. He had to go through the mess of pushing stuff of Emily's bed just to get to his coat which held no cell phone.
Lucky silently cursed, saying he didn't have the time or the luck, despite his namesake.
He banged his hands on the desk in frustration only to have something slide towards him. Maybe he did have luck, he thought, as he found the something to be his cell phone.
He flipped it open and searched for the number he needed to call. He pushed more buttons and put the phone against his ear. It rang three times before the person picked it up.
"Hello?" They asked casually, as if this wasn't a life and death situation, and it wasn't, in their minds anyway.
"Hey Jax, it's Lucky." Lucky said, trying to be patient.
"Lucky! I expected your call. I heard about Emily, I'm so sorry." Jax said, giving his condolences.
"Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it. Can I ask a favor?" Lucky asked, pacing a little, the best he could because all the stuff lying on the ground. Because of the hurry, he couldn't make small talk, so he cut to the chase.
"Name it." Jax said, eagerly, ready to do anything for his hurt employee, who was also considered a friend.
"I need to use your airplane, ASAP if it's possible." Lucky proposed.
"This is no time to go on a vacation Lucky." Jax insisted.
"I'm not, look I can't get into details, but I think there's a way to save Emily and they just happen to be in another state." Lucky clued him in, desperate for time.
"You're going to have to tell me the whole story later, but okay. Where do you need to go? I'll tell my pilot." Jax said and Lucky felt more hope. If he just could be right, he'd have more than hope, he'd have a miracle.
"Salt lake city, Utah." Lucky answered.
"Utah?" Jax started to ask, but knew Lucky would explain when he had the time. "All right, I'll tell my pilot to wait up for you and to follow your orders." Jax informed him.
"Thanks, I appreciate this." Lucky thanked him, more grateful than Jax may ever know.
"It's nothing, but I expect the whole story when you get back." Jax warned him.
"You'll have it, hands down, but now…." Lucky didn't need to stress the importance of time.
"I know, I know. My pilot will be waiting. It's at airfield thirty-three, a white and blue plane." Jax explained and hung up to call his pilot.
Lucky hung up. He could go right now, but he had one more phone call to make. He dialed Elizabeth's number.
"Lucky! Where the heck are you?" Elizabeth said frantically, but he expected that. No boyfriend disappears when the worst is going to happen to his girlfriend.
"That doesn't matter, how's Emily?" Lucky got straight to the point and grabbed his coat, putting it on as he went down the stairs, balancing his cell phone with his shoulder.
"Holding on, but fading fast." Elizabeth said, torn about losing her best friend.
Lucky frowned when he heard the last part. Hold on Emily, he thought, I'm coming with your lifesaver. Just hold on and be alive to kill me for what I did to your room.
"Listen Liz, I know I probably seem like a heel, but I have to go." Lucky told her as he reached his truck.
"You're coming to the hospital right?" Elizabeth said knowing Lucky needed to say goodbye and get some closure. Emily's death will be hard.
"No, tell Jason I have a lead on a possible estranged family member, who might share the same blood type." Lucky told her, speeding through the roads, to the airport.
"Her family is dead." Elizabeth responded, thinking he was absolutely crazy.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Lucky said cynically. "Listen; tell Jason that, maybe the doctor. I know I seem crazy, but if there's a chance to save Emily, I'm going to do it." Lucky explained as best as he could, given the chance of him being right.
Elizabeth sighed. "Okay, Lucky I believe you. I'll tell Jason and the doctor." She caved in, though still had some doubts, but Lucky as right. He had nothing to lose.
"Thanks, oh and Liz?" Lucky asked before she hung up to find Jason and the doctor.
"Yeah?" Liz asked.
"Tell Emily I love her and I have a way to save her. Persuade her to hold on a little longer, until I get back without a miracle or not." Lucky didn't want to think the worst, but it was looking likely.
"I will, bring that miracle home." Elizabeth said as she hung up.
Lucky made his way to Jax's plane and soon it was off, flying to Salt Lake City, Utah. Lucky settled down for the flight, and took a book out of his pocket. Emily's diary, he wanted to know more about this Sonny.
He flipped through it, looking for more mentions without too much past. He found an interesting part.
I and my mom stood in the cold night, looking into the children inside, so happy and joyful. Santa clause was inside, handing gifts wrapped in colorful colors and designs, to them. They didn't look any better than the beggars me and my mom were. It was so cold. The lighted sign hanging on the window, said "Merry Christmas."
Oh, yeah this is a wonderful Christmas. Its snowing, my coat is too small, and we have no where to go. We were evicted and my few possessions were in my mom's car, the only possession we had left, except the heater wouldn't work.
A girl in a pink dress smiled in glee as she opened her gift to find a doll. I felt some tears fall. The one thing I wanted was a friend, a doll to give comfort. My mom couldn't get it for me this year, the one thing I wanted. I wondered if the kids inside knew how lucky they were.
They had attention, comfortable clothes, warmth and food. My mom bought me a cookie this afternoon, knowing that would be the only thing I would be getting for food and Christmas, but other than that, we couldn't afford to eat much. My stomach growled at the thought of food.
My mom rushed me away, too sad to see the happy faces anymore. She collided against someone and I fell to the side. I looked up to see my mom down on the ground and a man helping her up.
She thanked him and directed eye contact with him, forgetting about me for a second. When she finally came back to reality, she came to me, asking me if I was alright.
The man spoke up. "What's two beautiful women doing out here in the cold, on Christmas of all days?" He asked.
I couldn't see what he looked like, he was much too tall.
"We fell on some hard times." My mom answered vaguely.
"Life is hard." The man agreed, nodding. "I'm Scott Bowen." He introduced himself, sticking out his hand for a handshake.
"Paige." My mom gave no last name. "And this is my daughter Emily."
Scott shrunk down to my size. "Hi little girl, how old are you?" He said sweetly.
I could get a view of him now. He was smiling, waiting for an answer. He had dark hair and green eyes, his face looked like a square. Stubble was appearing on his chin. I couldn't tell his age.
I put up three little fingers in response.
"Three huh? Well I have to say you're the most beautiful one I've seen." He said and stood up.
"You have no where to go?" He asked my mom.
My mom said, "I'm afraid so, our car is broken and we can't go anywhere." She admitted.
"You can come to mine, for Christmas. I know you're reluctant to trust a stranger, but call it on Christmas spirit. I have a heater; you don't want your daughter getting a cold." Scott offered some shelter in honor of Christmas.
My mom looked down to me sadly. She saw my nose was red, I was a bit pale, and my ragged clothes that should keep me warm, not doing their job.
She couldn't say no. She couldn't risk me getting sick out of all things. She had nothing to lose except me, and she couldn't bear for that to happen.
"That sounds nice, thank you. Come on sweetheart, were going with this nice man who has warmth." She crooned, and I followed eagerly.
Lucky stopped reading. So that was how Paige and Scott met. Turned out he was no "nice" man like Paige thought. But she was desperate and she had Emily to take care of, so what choice did she have? She definitely had nothing to lose.
Lucky couldn't read no more. It was too sad. He wondered if Emily got sick, he'd have to ask her when she was better. He decided to relax for the rest of the trip. He put the book in his pocket, careful not to lose it.
Soon the pilot announced that they were at Salt Lake City. Lucky had enough time to thank the pilot and take off with orders that he should stay, he won't be long he told the pilot.
Lucky got a rental car and searched for the note that held Sonny's address. He made his way toward the street and looked at the numbers. He was a few blocks down before he found Sonny's supposedly anyway. He could have moved for all he knew.
He locked the car and made his way up the stairs that led to the front door. He didn't see a bell so he took a breath of fresh air and knocked.
He heard a slipping sound coming from inside. Seconds later the door was opening and a dark haired man stood looking at him strangely. He looked old enough to be this Sonny, but there was only one way to know.
"Are you Sonny Corinthos?" He asked, knowing he should have called first. Oh well, Lucky thought, and waited for a response.
"Who wants to know?" The man growled, his hand tightening on the door.
Lucky knew he was going to close the door on his face, so he explained his presence. "I know this is really weird, a stranger coming at night knocking on your door, but I know someone you would like to hear about." Lucky ended up saying.
"It is weird, but I'll give you the reason of the doubt. Who do you think I know who also knows you?" Lucky sighed in relief, he has a chance.
"Your daughter." He said and the man grew angry. He could see it by the look on his face.
"Don't you dare saying you know my daughter. My daughter is gone, disappeared, never to come back." He said, almost sad, but anger hid it.
He made a movement to close the door, but Lucky stopped it. At least he knew he was right though.
"Wait, no she isn't, she lives in New York." Lucky insisted, showing he was desperate.
Sonny's brows rose and he let the door back open. Lucky assumed he wanted details of proof.
"Her name is Emily. She was created by a one night stand, when you were still married to another woman." Lucky reviewed his knowledge out loud.
"Her mother's name?" Sonny asked, wanting more proof.
"Paige." Lucky said and Sonny leaned against the door in shock.
He stood away from the door. "Come on in, it's warmer in here. We need to talk." Sonny invited him in. Lucky didn't notice the cold until he got told of it, too much in a hurry. Lucky followed Sonny into the house.
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