Caveat Lector: This is my take on fixing the atrocity that was Logan Hayes death on General Hospital. Yes, this is a Spencer!Sibling/Daughter fic but there are a few nifty little twists. I've kind of taken liberties with the timing here and there too. Logan did not die the night Lulu stabbed him, obviously being the biggest one. Laura giving birth to a set of twins under the premise of a rare occurrence called superfecundation is another big thing. What this means is that obviously, one twin has one father and the other twin has a totally different father because they were concieved anywhere from hours to days apart. As far as which Spencer belongs to which father? We'll see sooner or later. Just because things are portrayed one way doesn't mean they'll be shaking out that way, just a grain of advice to heed to.
FYI: I plan on doing 3 other stories that sort of float in this universe but operate as standalones for each of the following characters: Diego Alcazar (Sanchez), Dante Falconeri and Morgan Corinthos. I caution ahead of time that each of the original characters in play in these fics are most certainly connected to a notable person in Port Charles.
"Hayes. You got a minute?"
Logan stopped in the doorway of the office that belonged to Jordan Ashford. "Yeah?"
"Do you still moonlight as a bodyguard?"
"On occasion, yeah. What's up, Jordan?"
"As you're aware, Deception Cosmetics has just hired a new model to rep them. And apparently, that new model has been having quite the interesting time since she arrived. According to her agent, she's already gotten three anonymous notes and she was nearly grabbed at the launch party."
"Ah, yeah. That chick, fuck.. What's her name? Lola Casteel?" Logan dragged a hand over spiky dark blond hair as he gazed at Jordan, wondering what she was getting at.
"If you can get to the bottom of it and keep Lola Casteel out of danger, there might just be a promotion in it for you." Jordan eyed Logan, smirking just a little. She didn't understand why Logan hadn't once thrown his name into the hat whenever a spot higher up on the food chain opened up at the station. Practically everyone else around him seemed to waste no time doing so.
Logan mulled it over.
On the one hand, it was a promotion. On the other hand, he'd have to spend a lot of time with a woman that he was admittedly attracted to in the physical sense and that was borderline dangerous in the profession. Bodyguards are always told never, ever. Under any circumstances.. Get involved with the person they're tasked to keep safe.
,, You're not that man anymore. You're above it. More professional than that now." his mind weighed in on the subject.
"Should I take your silence as a yes?" Jordan Ashford asked hopefully.
"Fuck it, why not. Yeah, I'll do it."
"Great. Awesome." Jordan smirked and jotted down the necessary contact information on a post it note, holding it out to Logan. Logan shoved the post it into his pocket and almost as soon as he stepped out of Ashford's office, Dante Falconeri wandered over. Nodding to the closed door as he asked with an amused smirk "What was that about?"
"Apparently, Commissioner Ashford wants me to be a bodyguard and investigate whatever has been happening with that new model Deception hired?"
Dante chuckled and smirked. "Ya mean the one you've got a picture of tacked up in your locker, Hayes?"
"Yeah. That one." Logan took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. Debating whether what he'd just agreed to was a good idea or not. Having second and third thoughts about actually doing it already.
According to the post it, he had a meeting with her management team at 6.
"Ya realize if you're her bodyguard, means you can't put the moves on… Right?"
"Obviously, Falconeri. Hey, I'll have you know pal, I am professional. Cold as ice, man."
"Dumb as fuckin shitbrick too." Dante teased his partner as he snickered and stepped out of the way of the light shove Logan was probably about to give him.
"You're the dumb fuck, Falconeri." Logan retorted.
"I'm off to go pick up Rocco for the weekend. Probably gonna take the little guy to that Giants game."
"Try lettin him watch a real NFL team sometimes, Falconeri."
"Who? The Cowboys? Ya realize they haven't been a real NFL team since the last Super Bowl they blew, right?"
"They're just havin an off couple years."
"An off fuckin decade, man." Dante corrected, earning him a scowl from Logan.
Dante clocked out and Logan followed behind. Stopping in at Kelly's before making his way up to the little apartment he had above it with the burger and fries he'd ordered himself. He popped the tab on a cold beer and flopped down onto his couch, surfing the channels on the little flat screen sat carelessly on the entertainment center.
And when 6 pm finally arrived, he made his way downtown to the penthouse suite in the Metro Court Hotel. Pacing the lobby until he was paged up to the suite.
Lola rolled her eyes and spoke up calmly. "I'm telling you Simon, I absolutely do not need a bodyguard. It's just a stupid little letter."
"And the man who attempted to grab you at Fashion week not even a month ago? Or just two nights ago at the launch party?" Simon gave Lola a no nonsense look over the rim of his rounded eyeglasses.
"I handled it!"
"What you did was create a PR nightmare. You're on the fast track to becoming the next big thing, Lola. You have an image. That image is not leg sweeping an attacker."
"You forgot the grab and twist from two nights ago." Lola barely hid a satisfied smirk, poking out her tongue when Simon sighed in disapproval. Lola fell back against the large black leather sectional's cushion and took a very dramatic deep breath as she grumbled aloud, "I'm telling you, Simon.. You're making a big fuss for absolutely no reason. Besides, you and I both know I can handle myself in pretty much any situation."
"This may be true, Lola Cassadine, but as your manager.." Simon trailed off, going silent under the warning glare given to him by his star client. His current cash cow, so to speak. All he had to do was continue to work certain situations to his benefit and he'd be able to take a much wanted and well-deserved break.
"Don't call me that."
"That's your real name."
"My name is Lola Casteel. If you're going to keep working with me, Simon, you need to remember my one simple rule. Never reference my past. Ever. That name is dirt. The man who gave me that name broke me."
"Right. Don't mention your obvious Daddy issues. Gotcha." Simon retorted. When Lola responded with another cutting glare, he went silent.
"Stavros Cassadine is my father in name only. I'm glad the bastard's dead and rotting. What kind of man can pretend to love his daughter and then suddenly just turn his back on her, hm?" Lola ranted for a minute or two and then muttered calmly, "And I'm going to stop myself there."
The intercom on the wall by the door to the suite roared to life. The person identified himself as Logan Hayes.
Lola glared at Simon and waved her hand at him, dismissing him to open the door while she wandered into her bathroom and freshened up. Slicking on a dark burgundy shade of lipstick from the new Deception mattes line. The color was being marketed as her signature shade and she'd already encountered more than a few women around town who'd chosen to don the shade for themselves.
She didn't know whether to be flattered by this or not.
After flipping her hair and giving it a shake or two, she stood straight again, glancing at herself in the mirror. Shrugging.
"Hope the guy isn't expecting some Barbie doll come to life 24/7 because if so, I hate to tell him he's about to be sorely disappointed. There are times when a girl just doesn't feel like being all vixen like. And any time I'm not getting a camera shoved in my face? I'm not going to make myself look pretty just to appease delicate sensibilities." Lola mused to herself as she slunk out of the bathroom, flopping down onto the sectional. Clearing her throat to indicate to Simon that she was present.
"As you can tell, Mr. Hayes.. There's really no need for this."
"Sounds like there might be to me." Logan mused. Locking eyes with the pouty lipped brunette. Giving an amused smirk as he did so. "Your manager here tells me that the recent attempts aren't the first ones. He seems to think you've got yourself a stalker who's following you from place to place."
"I mean if I were Megan Fox or someone like that I'd buy the theory. I'm a C List actress? And the only modeling I've actually done has been for a lingerie line? Pretty sure it's just some lonely and harmless old creep. Besides… weren't you watching the 10 pm news with the rest of the town? Didn't you see me put the guy on his ass?"
Logan snickered. "What I saw was a hot headed woman being reckless. Don't you realize that guy could've still grabbed you and got away?" Logan moved closer. Smirking at her. Sizing her up.
Lola pouted a little. Muttered something to herself that Logan couldn't quite make out. Then she stood and stretched. "You're hired. Since this is obviously the only way to make Simon shut his nagging mouth."
Simon chuckled to himself. Watching the pair in a mixture of amusement and concern. He found himself hoping against hope that this Logan Hayes wasn't one of those bodyguards who was all business and no play, otherwise he stood a very big chance of having his little plan brought to light.
And that was something he was not prepared to have happen.
If this man was good at his job instead of the usual non concerned cop one found in these small backwater towns, Simon might well be a little beyond fucked.
He'd chosen the guy specifically because the guy just struck him as the kind who was only there to earn a check. Simon was banking on being able to easily deceive and or bribe his way out of anything that might arise.
Just like he had all the previous times he'd staged this type of thing to happen to Lola over the past few years.
Luke Spencer shot up on the couch he'd been napping on. He'd had the same dream again. Lately he found himself reliving the night Laura gave birth to Lulu a lot and he wasn't entirely sure why. But with each dream, he got the sensation that he was an outside observer and not a main player. And for some damn reason, he kept seeing Helena Cassadine in a nurse uniform standing just down the hall from the nursery. Then the dream would seem to time skip, picking up the next morning when they were told Lulu was healthy and perfect and if they liked, they could go down to see her.
But it didn't make sense because then he'd seem to be thrown to a flashback of just days before Laura gave birth. To an argument they had about Laura insisting she was going to have twins. To the realization that thanks to recent events of that particular point in time, there was a good chance that one of the children she might be carrying might just be the daughter of Stavros Cassadine.
Luke shook his head and sat there in the dimly lit apartment, dragging back through every little detail of the recurring dream. Jotting down a few things. Making a few calls just to look into this a little and prove to himself at last that this was just some bizarre recurring dream with no real meaning behind it and not a memory.
But somewhere deep down the nagging feeling in his gut told him there was so much more to this than that. And somehow, he had to finally get to the bottom of it. Put it behind him. Once and for all.
So after he made his few calls, he started making steps towards doing that very thing...