Chapter 5

Being pregnant, alone, wide awake, upset and hungry at three o'clock in the morning was not a go

od combination. Not only was she depressed, but Elizabeth was in desperate need of some Reese's peanut butter cups, or maybe even some cotton candy. The man that she was in love with had walked out of their house, maybe even her life, hours ago. He had berated her, called her naïve, and made her feel like she was nothing. He made her feel like she had to second guess every choice that she had ever made in her short life.

So not only was she sitting on the couch eating peanut butter crackers with chocolate sauce covering them since there was not a single peanut butter cup in the whole damn apartment, but she was also reviewing her life. If she wasn't depressed before when Lucky not so nicely pointed out everything that she had done wrong, she was sure as hell depressed now.

But even as she sat there, eating the best concoction that she could come up with to satisfy her cravings, she couldn't help but regret her parting words to Lucky. Not only had she acted like a child and threw her sons elephant at her fiancés head, but she then proceeded to slap him hard across the face, and then kicked him out on the street. It wasn't like he didn't deserve everything that she had sent his way, but maybe she reacted to soon. To tell him that maybe they weren't meant to be might have been a little extreme. But what the hell could he expect from a hormonal pregnant woman who was having the most bizarre cravings.

She missed him. It had only been a couple of hours, but the thought of not waking up with him in the morning was really starting to make her sink deeper and deeper in her regret. Sure she was still pissed at him, he had no right to even utter anything that he had no clue about, but he had apologized. It would take a whole lot more to make up for what he said, but she would make sure that she saw him tomorrow to tell him that. She would let him know that he could not speak to her in that manner, but she couldn't loose him. They had been through so much and she couldn't let this surrogacy get in the way.

Tomorrow was another day.

"You….juno wha really sucksssssssssssssssssss?"

"What?"

"She… she said we…we weren't meant to beeee. Like all thizzz crap…... ah hell I fuckings forgot where I was going with thizz."

A bottle of Tequila, eight beers split two ways, and three hours later, Lucky and Sam sat in the almost empty bar drowning in their sorrows. Both were two lovers scorned. They had put their complete love into their significant others, and in return they were pushed aside like a rotted piece of meat that was in desperate need of being thrown away. Lucky had been trying to get Elizabeth to realize she couldn't trust Jax, and Sam was trying to make Jason see that they were meant for each other. And instead of being with their loved ones, they were sitting in the corner of the dirty bar River Rat, and sharing in their pity party.

Holding his head up with his hand that was being supported by the table, Lucky stared intently at the half full beer bottle that he held in his other hand "Fuck, I really forgot wat I wazz sayin." There was no way that he was going to be able to perform the task of holding his head up long enough to drink from his bottle.

"Som… some….s-ome-th-ing about not being mean to each other…no… meant. Yeah! Not meant for together." Talking was really starting to become a major chore for Sam. Her words were slurring together, and she wasn't making any sense. But that was OK, because Lucky was making about as much sense as she was.

Neither one of them could hold themselves up properly. They were both leaning heavily on the table which was also occupied by an empty bottle, two shot glasses, and a crap load of empty beer bottles. They were situated at a small table that was settled in the corner of the bar. The table was so small that it made it impossible for the two of them to avoid any type of contact. Every once in awhile she would move her hand just so, and it would make contact with his rough cheek. They even brushed their noses twice during the encounter.

Confusion was making Lucky's eyebrows lower and his head spin even more. "What?" He looked up just at that moment. He had been staring so hard at his bottle, trying to figure out how to get it to his mouth that he forgot about his companion. But once he looked up and glossy eyes locked with glossy eyes, all thoughts of drinking anything were forgotten. They were mere inches apart, and it would only take one slight move from either one of them and contact would be made.

He couldn't tell who made the first move, but one second his drooping eyes were staring into her equally glossy drunken ones, and the next he and Sam were engaging in a serious lip lock. The table between them was really starting to make for an unwanted obstacle and the need for air was quickly growing making the two of them break apart.

"Want to get out of here?"

She didn't need to say anything else because Lucky was already stumbling out of his seat and reaching for her when she was finished with the question.

No matter how many times her grandmother got on her last nerve, Elizabeth was really fortunate when it came to Audrey. They had their fair share of disagreements, but in the end there was truly nothing that could break the bond that they formed many years ago. Many things have tested their relationship, but in the end Elizabeth could always count on her Grandmother. Even if the older woman needed to learn how to not be so uptight sometimes. But it was in times like these that Elizabeth was grateful that the much older woman loved her and Cameron so much. She really needed to do damage control with Lucky and she didn't want Cameron there with her. She still felt a little uneasy about the whole situation and she did not want him to pick up on the tension that was evident between her and Lucky.

So when she called her Grandmother at nine o'clock in the morning to ask if she could watch Cameron because she needed to run a few errands, Audrey simply stated that she was "more than happy to spend some more time with her great grandson." Elizabeth should have known better than to expect it to be that easy though. She should have known that she wouldn't have been able to drop Cameron off with a quick kiss to the cheek and then walk away. No, her dear ole Grams needed to know what errands she was running and how long she thought it would take. It wasn't like she needed to know, but it was information that would be nice to know. What should have been a five minute trip ended in a half hour session of Elizabeth telling her Grams everything that was going wrong in her life. As she left the house, the only issue that was resolved between the two women was that Elizabeth needed to talk to Lucky and get him back. As if she didn't already know that.

She really didn't know where to find him, but her best bet was that he had went back to his old room above Kelly's, and that was exactly where she was headed when an unknown voice that was thick with a Spanish accent called out to her as she walked along the docks.

"Miss Webber, could I speak to you for a moment?"

Out of pure recognition to her name she turned around and came face to face with a man that she knew was trouble.

Manny Ruiz stood in front of here with a white button down sleeveless t-shirt with nothing underneath. The thinness of it made all of his useless tattoos that much more visible. His arms and chest were covered in what looked like one continuing portrait, and she was sure that if his legs weren't covered in his black slacks she would be able to see two legs covered in just as much ink.

He was an intimidating man. Even though he only stood a few inches taller than she did, he stood tall and with so much arrogance, that if he weren't a well known mobster she would have rolled her eyes at him and walked away. But if she had only learned one thing while she was with Jason, it was to never turn your back on a dangerous man. But, of course, she had learned a lot more than that.

He was staring at her with some type of sick smirk on his face that it made her skin crawl. She really did not want to stay around and listen to this man, but out of pure fear she was rooted to her spot.

Apparently, like a tiger stalking its prey, he could smell the fear radiating off of her. If Elizabeth didn't know any better, she could have sworn that his nostrils flared with excitement with his newly found knowledge.

"There's no need to fear me Miss Webber, I just have a message that I need you to pass on to your little boyfriend Lucky." His plan was to make the little woman scared, so scared that she would run off to her little boyfriend and tell him all about her little "encounter" with the brother of the man he had shot. By the size of her big, beautiful, midnight blue orbs, Ruiz figured his plan was working.

She realized that she was staring at him for awhile, and had yet to utter two words to the mobster. But quite frankly, at the moment, she could not think of anything to say. Her time as a frozen statue was quickly over once she regained herself. Lifting her chin, hoping that her hands weren't shaking too bad, Elizabeth promptly turned on her stark white sketchers and announced, "Anything that you have to discuss with Lucky, take it up with him."

She wasn't able to move very far though, because all of a sudden a very tan and ink filled hand latched itself to her upper arm, burning through her green cardigan.

"Not so fast Miss Webber, I think it's very important that you are the one to make sure Officer Spencer gets this vital information." Spinning her around and pulling her close to his body, he dipped his head down and took a whiff of her soft, sweet hair. "Got it?"

She was trembling with fear and wanted nothing more than to run away, but Elizabeth was a fighter, and she would make sure that this man knew not to expect anything less from her. "Get your hands off of me, or so help me I'll…"

"You'll what? Scream?"

There was no time for her to reply to his snide remarks, because as soon as he spoke the words to her he was being ripped away from her. One second she was being held in a death grip, and the next the man was down on his knees while Jason Morgan held him in a chock lock. That always seemed to be his favorite position while holding off the enemy.

"Are you ok?"

The man was holding down another man who had just moment ago inadvertently threatened her life, and Jason was looking at her with kind concerned eyes. "Yeah… yeah I guess so."

"What the hell is wrong with you, huh? How stupid are you? Elizabeth, leave."

"No."

"Elizabeth, I said go."

"I'm not leaving. What if someone sees you? You could get arrested."

"Jason? Jason, are you okay?" One moment he was holding Manny Ruiz so hard that the other mans face us turning a unique shade of purple, and the next he was holding his head as if he were experiencing the most server migraine. So distracted was he by this new found pain that he didn't realize his hold on Ruiz was slipping. The other man would have gotten away if Elizabeth wouldn't have brought him back to reality.

Releasing his hold on Ruiz, Jason all but shoved the man up the stairs in a blatant effort to let the man know that this meeting was over.

Ruiz was not expecting this unwanted distraction, but he knew better when his time was up. Instead of fighting with the amnesiac ex-enforcer, he allowed Jason to shove him up the stairs with little effort on either side.

"Are you OK?"

"Is that the guy who shot you?"

"It was him or one of his men. He was also the guy who put the bomb in your apartment. Why didn't you leave when I told you to leave?"

He didn't know how she managed it, but once the pain started to decrease he realized that he was now sitting down on a bench and Elizabeth was on her knees by his side holding his face between the palms of her hands looking with concern into his eyes.

"How bad is the pain?"

"I… I don't know."

"On a scale of one to ten, what would you say it ranks?"

"Twelve."

She was still holding his face between her hands and looking straight into his baby blues. Even though he answered her with a bit of light humor, she was still extremely worried about him and wanted to make sure he was ok.

"OK, we need to get you to the hospital, come on lets go." Her demand was motherly and cute, but that still didn't make Jason follow. Instead of following her lead when she started to get up, he grab her arm with light force and held her in place.

"No, I don't need to go to the Hospital."

Making a sad sound and allowing him to pull her back down to a sitting position, Elizabeth regarded him with patience because she all but knew how much this man despised hospitals, even if he couldn't remember why. "Jason, you just experienced a very severe headache, the hospital needs to keep record of every time you experience one, how bad they were, what might have triggered it…."

"It happens when I remember something." He could tell that he shocked her. No one knew that he remembered anything. It was only a couple of days ago that he had a flash of holding Sam's dead baby but he still decided to with hold that information from everyone. Almost everyone expected him to remember something and they all had a look of hope in their eyes when they regarded him. He just knew that the moment he would tell anyone, especially Sam, that he remembered something; they would jump on him like fresh meat on the end of a hook in a sea of hungry sharks. Sam already expected so much from him, if he told her than her hope for him to remember anything else would just sky rocket, and he really did not have the patience to deal with that.

"You remembered something?"

"Yeah, a couple of days ago…and just now."

Instead of grilling him about what he remembered, or asking if it was about her, she just looked at him with kind blue eyes that he knew he could get lost in. "And when you remember that's when your headaches appear."

It wasn't a question, but he treated it like one anyway. "Yeah."

"Jason, I don't want to nag you or anything, but being your nurse and all I really think we should get you to the hospital and in to see Tony." She wasn't badgering him, and she was far from annoying him, but he had other ideas of what he wanted to do in that moment, and going to the hospital to see his doctor was far from his mind.

"I have another appointment in a couple of days I can tell him then." He saw that she was about to protest so he had to act fast, "I remembered something about you."

His ability to shock her was growing tremendously during their unintentional meeting on the docks. Out of all the things he could have remembered, he remembered something about her. She didn't know if she should be excited about the newly found information or nervous. What if he remembered her holding a gun on him? Oh that would just be fantastic, the man seemed to trust her in someway and he could possibly remember one of the worst times in their relationship. Or what if he remembered………

"There was some guy talking to you and….. and I just attacked him and took him down just like I did to Ruiz. You were a lot younger, you hair was different, and I told you to leave but you wouldn't. I can remember not wanting you to see me like that…." He could sense the reluctance in her when he first made his blunt announcement, but once he started he couldn't help but let the confusion set in. Elizabeth was his nurse but she had told him that they were friends, and yesterday she had regarded Sonny as an old, yet uncomfortable, friend. His memory that had just popped out of nowhere was of her and he was scared for her. He even mentioned something about a bomb in her apartment. Was Elizabeth somehow apart of the life that he was trying to get out of? He also could not help but become bemused about the feelings he could remember having during the flashback. Elizabeth meant a great deal to him, it was obvious by the feelings that surged through him when he had this recent memory flash.

He also could not help but wonder if she were so important to him then why did it take almost a month after he lost his memory for him to find out about her? More importantly, why would he remember her and not Sam, the supposed love of his life?

The instant he began to repeat his flashback, she knew what he was referring to. Although that encounter started out horribly with Sorel approaching her, the night ended like many other nights that winter. It ended with the both of them on his bike losing themselves in the wind and in each other. He, of course, ended up sitting behind her letting her steer.

They sat in silence for awhile, both mulling over in their own thoughts until Jason broke the silence, "I'd really like to know about us. I mean our history, how we know each other."

All thoughts of finding Lucky and apologizing for acting like the hormonal pregnant woman she was were nowhere to be found. The moment that Jason appeared out of the shadows of the docks and into the shinning sun, once again saving her from a threatening mobster, her entire focus was enveloped with him. He remembered something, not just anything but something about her, and now he wanted to know more. She wanted to tell him everything he wanted to know, even though she was still a little nervous about recalling the most complicated relationship that she had ever had the pleasure of being apart of.

The morning started out with clear skies and the shinning sun, but it was quickly turning into darkness due to an upcoming unexpected storm. Looking up towards the sky that was quickly lighting up with bright flashes, Elizabeth decided that the conversation would be better held under the safety of a roof, "Maybe we could go to Kelly's for something to eat and finish this conversation, it looks like it's going to pour any minute."

"Sure." He really didn't care where they had the conversation, just as long as he could get some insight as to way this beautiful brunette seemed to work herself into his mind.

As they stood up and proceeded in the direction of Kelly's, Elizabeth could not shake the feeling that the impending storm was just foreshadowing something that was bigger, something that would change her life.

The sound of thunder rolling through the morning sky was the only thing that was able to stir the living dead that occupied Lucky Spencer's room above Kelly's. His attempt to roll onto his side to check the time was stopped short when the additional weight of the person on top of him caught his attention. The look of total shock and confusion was evident on Lucky's face as he tried to recall the previous night and why someone other than his fiancé was sprawled out naked on top of him. Just as he was about to reach out and remove the curtain of hair that concealed his bedmates identity, the naked woman started to stir. The pounding in his head due to his hangover was joined by an ache in his lungs as Lucky held his breathe in waiting.

Wiping the drool from her mouth as she slowly raised herself onto her hands, Sam tried to gather her bearings. It was not until she looked into the face of the man that she was currently fully on top of that she realized she fucked up. They looked into each others eyes for what seemed like eternity both trying to get up to date with the events that had occurred the night before.

They both might have been completely out of their minds the night before, but there was no doubt that they had slept together. The fact that they were both naked and wrapped up in each other might have been their first clue, but to no ones permission the night slowly crept up into both their memories. It was as if they both remembered drinking at the bar and then going to his place afterwards to have the drunken sloppy sex at the same time. Like reacting to being burned by scolding hot liquid, both Lucky and Sam disentangled themselves from each other grabbing the blanket to cover their naked bodies with as they jumped to stand at opposite sides of the bed. The tug of war match that was going on with the blanket was starting to grow old so Lucky quickly let go only to reach for the sheet instead.

"This can't be happening. What the hell was I thinking?"

If he weren't thinking the same things Lucky might have been a little offended by her last comment, but looking over at her he couldn't help but wonder the same damn thing. What the hell was he thinking? "We weren't thinking. We were drunk and this was a mistake."

Stopping herself in the middle of her pacing Sam turned to face Lucky and decided to skip the regrets and get right down to business, "No one can know about this, this should have never happened, and it will never happen again."

He had to roll his eyes at her demand. She was pointing a finger at him as if scolding him that he could never touch the forbidden fruit. If the situation weren't so messed up he would set her straight by letting her know that she was way to into herself, and he would have no problem never going near her again. But he was more worried about getting her out of there rather than deflating her ego.

She continued on ignoring his rude jester "I am going to leave here and no one is ever going to know about this. I have worked way too hard to be with the man that I love for this… this one night stand to ruin it. Got it?"

"Yeah whatever you say, it never happened. Trust me I don't want the whole town to know that I was just another notch on the Samantha McCall bedpost." He just couldn't help that last jab at her image as just another Port Charles citizen that jumps from bed to bed. "Now will you get dressed so you can go? I don't want anyone to know about this anymore than you do. If you haven't noticed I have a fiancé that I love more than anything and I have to make things work with her, I don't need you messing that up."

"Oh, I know all about your wonderful Elizabeth, she's all that you could talk about last night. Don't worry, this mistake will never be known by anyone but you and me."

The growing need to run to a bathroom and relieve her rolling stomach was slowing her process down a bit, but somehow she managed to get dressed and make it to the door.

"Hold on, I'll go with you. I want to sneak you out of here with as little suspension as possible. It's still early so no one should be here yet but I still want to check."

Rolling her eyes and looking at him impatiently, Sam followed Lucky out the door and towards the front entrance of the diner. If either of them would have taken the time to look at the clock, they would have realized that Kelly's had been opened for a couple of hours and the only way to leave with out anyone noticing would have been through the back way.

But, unfortunately for them, neither bothered to look at the time and realize that they were about to be screwed.

As he walked down the hall towards the stairs Lucky did not register the sound of clashing silverware or the noise of silent chatter. His head was pounding as the little men with jackhammers drilled into his skull and his stomach was turning with the raw guilt of cheating on Elizabeth. As he descended the first couple of steps and looked up it was too late. He saw that the room was flooded with the afternoon rush and as he looked to see who entered the diner at the sound of the bell, his eyes locked with blue eyes that were all too familiar with him. There was no turning around now.

As Elizabeth and Jason entered the diner her eyes were immediately drawn to the stairs. As their eyes locked it was then that Elizabeth's heart stopped.