This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, so please let me know how you think it's going. Any constructive criticism or feedback is very welcome.
Anyway, this story takes place after Lucky is shot in the crypt by Helena. The only real difference is that Bobbie and Elizabeth don't know about Luke going to get the court order to take Lucky off of life support, although that is subject to change. Enjoy!
Luke Spencer walked out of the small hospital room and shut the door behind him. Running his fingers through his short white hair, he stood in front of the clear glass window that granted him access to the view inside.
His son hadn't moved. It had been three weeks, and there had been no change in him. For three long weeks, twenty one agonizing days, he had sat here, watching the machines breathe for him, watching LuLu kiss him, watching Elizabeth cry for him.
Luke had made a decision. It hadn't been easy, but it had been made. He couldn't allow his son to live like this any longer. What kind of life could Lucky really have if he was hooked up to machines for the forseeable future? Luke remembered the conversation he had held with Tony earlier that morning.
"Tony, I need you to be straight with me here. What's going on with Lucky? Why hasn't he woken up yet, and at this point, do you think there's a chance that he ever will?"
"This is a decision that's left up to you. I can't make it for you. Neither can Bobbie, or Elizabeth. You are his father, and this is all on your shoulders." Tony guided Luke over to a pair of easy chairs in the corner of the waiting room so they could talk more comfortably. "I'm sorry Luke. I know this isn't an easy thing to hear. But from all of the additional testing that we've been running, we've been finding conclusive evidence that Lucky will never regain consciousness. We compared his prognosis to other patients matching his description, and the results were dismal. Not one person in this condition regained consciousness. Not a single one. Now this is not only coming from Lucky's doctor. From one father to another, I know where you've been. I know what you're experiencing and the pain that you're going through Luke. I had to make this decision for BJ. It was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do, but I knew that my little girl was gone. She was living off respirators and she would never again draw a breath on her own. I had to let her go. There are some nights that I lie awake, wondering what she would have been like if that van had never been in that accident. Would she have been a ballerina? Would she bring home any boys that I had to contend with? What would she look like?"
Tony paused as he wiped the tears that had begun to form in his eyes. "My point here, Luke, is that I don't regret the decision that I made. When I think about these things, about how her life could have been, I know that she wouldn't want to grow up with a ventilator tube down her throat. I miss her, but I have never second guessed myself or wished that I made a different decision. Even though I wasn't able to save my little girl, I was able to give a fresh start to another one. Maxie is still alive. She's healthy, and she has a wonderful life ahead of her. I look at her, and I can hear BJ's heart still beating inside of her. A part of BJ lives on, even though her prescence can't be here with me any longer. Lucky is in a similar situation. I'm sure that you know the longer somebody stays in a coma, the less the chances are that they will regain consciousness. Even if they do, there is a severe threat of brain damage or other long term injuries. This is your decision Luke. But you need to think of Lucky's needs, not your own. I can't tell you what to do, but as his doctor, I think that you need to consider letting him go."
Tony's words still echoed through Luke's mind as he looked at his son. Deep within his heart, he knew that Tony was right. But it didn't make this decision any easier. How could he really justify terminating the life of his first born son?
Thinking back to Lucky's childhood, Luke smiled. He was never really a little boy. He knew how to survive, and could make it on his own if the need arose. He had been a tough independent grown up stuck in the body of a ten year old boy.
As Luke studied his son's still form through the window, he laughed. It was so ironic. Even as a child he had never shown weakness, but now, well, Luke had never seen him look so helpless. And for once, he couldn't fix it. There was nothing he could do to remedy this situation.
Taking a breath to steady his nerves, Luke started walking towards the Nurses Station. He couldn't put this off any longer. He had to tell Barbara and Elizabeth about what the future held for one of the most important men in their lives.
Elizabeth Webber slammed down the stack of charts she had been holding in her hands. This wasn't fair. They had spent too much time being separated. They had lost years with one another because of Helena. And now that they had finally gotten back on track and started on a path back towards each other, he was on the brink of death? Again, Helena had swooped in and stolen the potential happiness from underneath them.
Elizabeth ran her fingers through her hair as she sat on the overstuffed easy chair in the nearby waiting area. Putting her head in her hands, tears began to fill her eyes. Beginning to let her tears fall, Elizabeth was surprised by a gentle tap on the shoulder.
Raising her head to look at the intruder, Elizabeth noted the worried expression that Bobbie Spencer wore on her features as she stood over her. Sitting down in the adjacent chair, Bobbie gave Elizabeth a sympathetic look before asking her a simple question.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Elizabeth smiled. Bobbie had always known what was going on inside her. She never wasted time with incessant questions. She was always able to see right through Elizabeth into what was in her heart. After so many years had passed, it was comforting to realize that some things remained very much the same.
"I'm just worried about Lucky. Bobbie, what if he doesn't come out of this?"
"He will. Lucky is strong. He gets that from his dad. You can never keep a Spencer down. I think that Luke is living proof of that, and Lucky is so much his father's son. Lucky will pull through. I know that things don't look good, but you have to remember that miracles happen here every day. Lucky is young and healthy. He has every reason to pull through this without any lasting damage."
"I know you're just as worried as I am Bobbie. You love him too. I'm sorry to make you focus on me when you have your own grief to contend with."
"Elizabeth, I am Lucky's aunt. And that's a very special position to me. He holds a piece of my heart that nobody else will ever be able to have. But you don't have to apologize for your grief, or compare it to mine. I know you're hurting too." Bobbie paused while looking for the right words to say. Maybe now wasn't the most appropriate time, but given the position her nephew was in, time wasn't exactly on their side. "I don't know if you knew this or not, but you were the love of his life, Elizabeth. You filled a part of him that was empty for a long time. And as much as I tried to fill it, and Luke, and Laura, he was still empty. Before you came into his life, he was happy, but he walked around like he was missing an important piece of himself. But after you and Lucky became friends, I saw a change in him that I couldn't believe. He radiated with life. He had all of this positive energy that he couldn't contain. I don't know if you saw it, Elizabeth, but I sure did. You did amazing things for Lucky."
Elizabeth smiled at Bobbie's statement. "He did amazing things for me. I don't know if Lucky told you, but he and I were finally starting to find our way back to each other."
Bobbie's face lit up with excitement at Elizabeth's words. "That's all I ever wanted for him. I wanted my nephew to be happy – to find somebody that he could love and start a family with. I know how much you meant to each other once upon a time, and I had so hoped that one day you'd find your way back to one another. I'm so happy for you Elizabeth. I don't think Lucky ever loved anybody the way that he loved you. He will wake up. I'm sure of it now. After all, look at all he has to live for." With her final words, Bobbie leaned over to give Elizabeth a reassuring hug. She knew that things would work out. The world was unfair, but it wasn't downright cruel. Surely Elizabeth couldn't lose Lucky for a second time…could she?
Hugging Bobbie tightly, Elizabeth let out a small gasp of surprise as she heard somebody clear their throat above them. Breaking out of the embrace, Elizabeth and Bobbie looked up to find Luke standing over them.
"I'm sorry to break this up, but I have something really important to tell you. Both of you."