Chapter 2: What are you afraid of?
Lucky showed up to the small air strop with Robert, "Are you sure we'll be able to get out? Looks like a storm is coming." He stopped walking and glanced at Robert.
Robert smiled, "A little rain never hurt anyone." He patted Lucky's shoulder and started walking, "Come on Spencer." Robert encouraged as a man with high lighter sticks in his hands approached him.
The wind started to pick up along with the rain which seemed to occur out of no where, "Sorry Scorpio, but we can't take off for another couple of hours, looks like a hurricane is setting, but let's get you situated on the air plane and ready for take off!"
Robert annoyingly stared at the man for his people said nothing about a hurricane setting in, "Spencer!" He could see out of the corner of his eye Lucky trying to escape.
"It's not safe to fly in the rain," Lucky made up an excuse.
Robert turned to him, "Well it sure was safe to fly in the rain to North Korea!" He called Lucky out on his stupid excuse, "Come on, the wind is picking up, if this doesn't work we'll drive. I'm getting you to that funeral."
Lucky looked in his eyes, Robert was making him a promise, but Lucky almost didn't care what Robert would sacrifice to get him there.
"Sir let's go!" The man looked up to see the water falling harder, now all three of them were soaked.
Robert motioned for Lucky to come and he tagged along until they got to the stairs of the air plane. Robert walked up the stairs of the small private jet setting his bag down and then turned to see Lucky standing in the ran, "Come on give me your bag!" He shouted for the storm was getting louder.
Lucky stood there and slowly let go of his duffle bag, "Robert I'm sorry. I can't do this!"
Robert standing in the stair way with his hands on the stairwells look at Lucky with a touch of disappointment along with sadness, what is he afraid of? Robert wondered.
Lucky stared at him with goodbye written on his face and started to make a run for the small airport building.
"Lucky!" Robert shouted before quickly running down the stairs, "Lucky!" Robert quickly looked at the man who had been waiting for them to get settled, "Put his bag on the plane!" He ordered before running to Lucky.
He could hear Robert shouting his name getting louder and louder, for Robert's age he sure could run fast.
"Spencer!" Robert shouted as he was only a few feet behind, "Stop! We have to talk about this!"
"I'm sorry Robert I'm not the person you think I am!" Lucky shouted as he saw in the corner of his eye that he was catching up to him.
"You're wrong!" Robert shouted as he seriously thought about tackling him, "Will you just hear me out? Please! Lucky jeez man I'm getting old." Robert stopped to catch his breath and Lucky suddenly stopped.
When he was finally done resting Robert talked to Lucky who had his back to him, "What's this about? What are you afraid of Lucky?"
"Why do you care what happens to me?" Lucky wondered why he took such an interest him.
"Because you're my best friend's son, Luke told me to protect you, to help you and your mother sure as hell wouldn't want to see you waste away your life on feeling sorry for yourself on choices you made over a year ago," Robert could see he had hit a nerve mentioning Laura, but it was only the truth.
"Lucky you made a mistake. People make mistakes. The only way to make things right is to face the people you hurt. You have to go back, not just for them but for yourself…" Robert walked closer to him.
"What if…What if…" He said over and over trying to think of a hypothetical situation that would suggest him coming back would only makes things worse.
"What if what? What if you get back and you realize you still love Elizabeth? What if you see Jacob Morgan and suddenly feel empty again? Well Lucky…" Robert looked down, "That could happen."
Robert looked up, "But what if you go home and everyone greets you with open arms? Huh? What if you go home and Elizabeth realizes that she still loves you. Or what if you meet someone who you never opened your eyes to before and fall in love with them?" Robert wished he had thought of something better to say, something that reflected more on his career than just lost loves and family.
"Or what if you go home and realize that they need you just as much as you need them?" Robert stopped right in front of him, "There are so many ways this can go wrong and I get that you're scared, but you know what you have that you didn't have last time they saw you?"
Lucky looked at him wanting to be educated on how he had changed because Lucky for the life of him couldn't identify who he was anymore.
"For the first time in a long time Lucky you are living your own life, but you're living it with duty and honor. You're strong, smart, you know how to handle yourself in the worst of situations, you've learned not only how to lead a group into battle, but you've got experience in the medical field. You believe in what your doing and your good at it," there was plenty more he could say, but there was something much more important that he needed to touch base on.
Putting his hand on Lucky's shoulder, "But what's changed the most about you is that you are confident in yourself. Up until this morning you weren't afraid to go into some foreign country and steal there most prized possessions. You weren't afraid to kill someone if it meant you lived. Lucky! You actually want to live; you treasure your life now."
He knew he was right, he was right about everything; Lucky almost wondered if Robert had a degree in psychology for right now he was leaning on Robert's side to give the entire thing a shot.
"I'll be there every step of the way to help you," Robert insisted that Lucky wouldn't regret his decision.
"I'm gonna hold you to that," Lucky nervously said as the rain hit him and he suddenly came back to reality that the two of them had just been shouting in the rain.
"Come on let's get out of the rain," Lucky suggested, "We look like a bunch of idiots for men who supposedly save the world."
Robert looked at him with a smirk knowing he'd heard that phrase once before, ah yes Luke. He laughed as he turned to walk with him to the airplane, "You know what else you have that you didn't have before?"
"Lock picking skills?" Lucky joked.
"Yes, but you've got more body mass."
"Great so I'm fat," Lucky laughed as they approached the stairs.
"No you're a muscle machine with a damn good crew cut. You're gonna go to that funeral tomorrow and make all the ladies even my daughter wish they could get a piece of you." Robert continued joking.
Before Lucky could even respond, "Don't get any ideas Spencer, my daughter is off limits thanks to the wonderful Patrick Drake."
"Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of falling in love with your daughter," he started to walk up the steps when Robert stopped.
Lucky saw his glare, "Not like there's something wrong with her, she's great…a brilliant doctor, but like you said she's with Patrick."
Robert looked at him with a playful annoyance pointing at the stairway of the airplane, "Shut up and get into the airplane…"
"Yes sir," Lucky nervously ran in.
Robert followed behind and the two finally made it into the airplane, "You better change out of those wet clothes."
"Yeah, you take the bathroom and I'll just put a new shirt on," Lucky suggested and five minutes later Robert walked out of the bathroom with more comfortable clothes on, "So are we up for…" He was going to say a round of poker, but Lucky was oddly enough already fast asleep.
Walking to the small closet Robert grabbed a blanket and placed one over Lucky, "You're gonna be ok Spencer, you're gonna be just fine."