CHAPTER TWO

Before Luke could respond, Tracy found herself outside where two teenagers were running towards her at full speed.

"Mom?"

"Dillon?"

"Step-witch?"

"Stepdaughter from hell?"

"What are you doing here?" Tracy asked. She didn't like the idea of her son traveling to another state without supervision…let alone another hemisphere.

"Our dads needed help, so Robin and I came down together."

"Wait, Robin Scorpio is here?"

"Well, yeah," Lulu condescendingly told her. "She is Super Spy's daughter."

She sighed, "Yeah, I get that. Anyone else here while I'm at it?"

Lulu continued, "Patrick Drake. Not sure where he and Robin are though. Probably together."

"Please, I don't need a visual." She covered her eyes.

"Sorry," laughed Lulu. "So, Step-witch. It took you long enough to track down my Dad. What did you do? Walk?"

"Ha. That's funny. No."

Dillon whispered to Lulu, "From the looks of it, she probably got lost."

Tracy dusted off her jacket, "So what if I did?" she protested.

Dillon started laughing, "Oh, Mom, the thought of you lost in the jungle…Well, let's just say it would make an awesome movie. Actually, now that I think about it. I really should have brought my camera. It could—"

"Enough with the film nonsense," she responded, cutting him off. "Excuse me."

"Wait? You're not staying?" Dillon asked. His mother evidently went through a great deal of trouble getting there, and it didn't make any sense for her to just leave.

"Do you WANT her to stay?" Lulu questioned. "Are you crazy?"

Tracy smiled slightly, "You won't have to worry about that. Lulu, your father and I…We…" her voice cracked slightly. She might as well tell them about the divorce. It's not like either of them would be heartbroken about it.

"Eww, do I want to know?"

"Wait, Lulu. My mom sounds kind of serious. Did something happen?" he was concerned, which Tracy admired him for.

It didn't matter that she dragged him all over Europe for years…It didn't matter that she left him alone in hotel rooms, so she could conduct "business"…Dropped him off on the Q's doorstep…Almost ruined his girl-friend's life…Refused to pay his college tuition…Threatened to send him to military school…Made him believe that she was dead…

Tracy was his mom, the only one he had, and if he felt something wasn't right, he was going to be concerned.

"I found him with Holly," she swallowed, not knowing why she was telling him this. Dillon, much like Ned, could see through her, and while both her boys could tell if she was hurting, there was no need to go into details. She didn't need their pity.

"Again? Oh my God. Are you serious?" Lulu asked, furious. "What the hell is my dad doing with that wench? Let Robert have her!"

"Ooh, tone down that language."

"Ugh. Why? It's the truth."

"Yeah, it is," Tracy sighed.

"Aww, you really do love him," Lulu noted.

"Haven't we figured that out already?" said Dillon.

"Well," Tracy smiled. "That 'love' you are wondering about doesn't exist."

"Then you're in denial," Lulu replied.

"No," Tracy shook her head. "Luke and I are getting a divorce. I just returned the wedding ring," she showed off her left hand.

"Wait. Mom. You're serious?" He didn't think she'd ever grant him a divorce, much less be the one to file for it.

"You bet I am, darling." Saying it made it all the more real. She never thought it'd happen.

"Uh, why? I don't get it." And he didn't. His mother, much to his surprise, had fallen for the great Lucas Lorenzo Spencer. She never ever gave up, so why now?

"Yeah, me either," Lulu piped in. "I mean, yeah, like I hate you and stuff, but you really cared about my Dad, and he really cared about you, so what happened? You of all people are not going to let some psychotic evil lady win this, are you?"

Tracy smiled slightly, "It's not just about Holly."

"Yeah, right," muttered Dillon.

She waved a finger in his face, "Excuse me, sweetheart, but it's not. My marriage has resulted in me being humiliated time and time again, and I refuse to let that continue."

"Sounds like you refuse to get your heartbroken," Dillon responded, wishing that he hadn't. Of course, she'd refuse such a thing. Any woman would, but it had been happening to his mother before she even brought Dillon into the world.

"Okay," Lulu rubbed her hands together. "Why don't you just turn around, go back into the villa, and tell my Dad how you really feel, and then, we can all go back to normal…or uh, whatever normal is."

Tracy laughed, "I thought you understood your father better than that. Even if I did love Luke—"

"Which you totally do."

"—I wouldn't tell him. It'd push him away even more."

"Good point," Lulu bit her lip. "So, how's this? Go in there, pretend—"

"Lulu, stop." She couldn't figure out what possessed Lulu to want to help her. After all, the girl hated her guts. "It's over. O-ver," she enunciated both syllables.

"Does this mean I have to move out of the mansion?"

Tracy chuckled. That was the Lulu she knew. "I suppose so. You and your father both. In fact, I think I'll even save him the trouble of packing."

"Wait. What?" Lulu asked.

"If he returns and finds his clothes on the front lawn, I didn't do it," she winked before walking into the distance.

PREVIEW: Lulu is disgusted with her father's actions…or lack thereof.