Chapter 3: Hurt

Lucky and Robert slept in the same bed at the Metro Court Hotel when they got into town at ten pm. Now it was 6:45 and Lucky was still sound asleep until he felt Robert's arm around him.

"Oh Anna…" Robert cuddled up with Lucky even more who just started to realize what was going on.

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," Robert smiled with his eyes clothes, "Take me to bed or lose me forever…"

Lucky was wide awake now, he didn't want to freak out on Robert even though it would be fun to tease him about it in the future. Instead he quietly snuck out of bed and walked to the bathroom where he took hot shower in hopes that not only would it calm him down for today's events, but help him prepare a speech if the opportunity was given to him to speak at Nicholas's and Emily's funeral.

As the shower warmed up he slowly removed his blue PCPD t-shirt that he slept in from last night. Feeling the steam from the hot shower rise up onto the mirror he took one quick look at himself.

"Damn," he looked down at his lower right abdomen near his rib cage where black bruises now existed. He then glanced at the other side of his abdomen where he a small patch remained from a knife that had sliced his skin into flesh wounds, "Fucken communists."

He had other wounds as well, but never led on that he was in pain. One of the greatest things Lucky had learned was how to deal with physical pain without the use of drugs which had been decided by Robert and officials that Lucky could never be given pain pills. Lucky didn't mind, it only helped him stay away from his addiction as well as make him a tougher man and when Lucky first came to the program he was nothing more than a wimp.

Walking from the bathroom he held a towel to his ear where he noticed it had started to lightly bleed and picked up the phone, "I'd like to order room service, send me a first aid kit and…" He looked at Robert peacefully sleeping, "A cup of coffee and your best breakfast meal, leave it outside the room, thanks."

He quietly hung up the phone and walked back into the bathroom where he took a ten minute shower. As the hot water hit his skin as the soap stung his every wound Lucky tried to focus on today's ceremony, the task at hand. Lucky thought about how he would describe his relationship with Nicholas. The bad blood between their families and how none of it mattered because they shared the same mother, a woman who equally loved both of them, they were brothers that stood by each other in good times and bad.

He ran his hands through his hair while turning around so that the water could hit his entire body and thought about another person who had also changed his life, sweet Emily. She was the only friend he had in Port Charles when his parents finally decided to settle down again and he was the only friend she had. Together they grew up forming an unbreakable bond. She was responsible for introducing him to Elizabeth, just like he was responsible for introducing her to Nicholas. They were responsible for pairing each other up with the loves of their lives, their soul mates and Lucky was happy that at least Nicholas and Emily had found each other and come to love each other even after love didn't seem like an option. They lived the fairytale that people only dream of and Lucky was happy to know that they in a way died together just as two people who love each other should.

He quickly finished up not wanting to use all the hot water up in case Robert was gonna take a shower and grabbed a towel from the rack stepping out to dry himself. Putting the towel around his waist he walked out of the room to see Robert still groping the pillows thinking it was Anna and silently laughed. He then opened the door to see that the men had done much more than follow orders; they had also brought up their suits and car keys. Lucky was impressed at the service here; Carly had actually managed to be good at something besides sleeping with every man in town.

Bringing the cart in as quietly as he could he saw Robert stir, "Anna they're after us…"

Lucky quickly grabbed the first aid kit and walked past the bed stopping to see Robert making out with the pillow, "Until next my love."

He nodded his head back and forth at how funny Robert was when he sleeps and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him.

Robert opened his eyes to reveal that he had been kissing a pillow, "Spencer…" Robert clenched his jaw knowing that Lucky had placed the pillow there as a joke.

"Very funny!" He shouted as he threw the pillow at him.

Lucky laughed, "I'm not sure what's funnier, you making out with my pillow or trying to feel me up…"

"Ha ha ha, you're just as witty as your father, what time is it?"

"Little after Seven, I took it upon myself to order you coffee and breakfast," Lucky said as he spread shaving cream along the bottom of his face.

"Thanks," Robert turned around when he saw drops of blood hitting the floor.

"Lucky did you get checked out when you got back to the United States?" Robert looked to see where the blood was coming from.

"Yeah, why?" He looked to see that his ear was still bleeding, "Darn it!"

"Where's the first aid kit?" Robert knew all his ear needed as a small bandage.

"Right there," lucky pointed as he quickly finished up shaving.

Robert was amused that Lucky was shaving when he had no hair to shave, "Why are you shaving again?"

"It relaxes me," Lucky said as Robert took out the gauze and medical tape.

"We might have to get you check out by Robin after the funeral. I'm sure this is just a small cut or burn from the explosion, how far away were you when you planted that bomb underneath his car?"

"Not far enough," Lucky took a clean towel and cleaned his face before Robert tried to put a small bandage on.

"Ok well let that be a lesson…that should do it, I'll bring some supplies with me to the funeral in case it starts bleeding again.

"What do I say if people ask? Car accident?" Lucky wondered how deep the lie had to be.

"Well you could just say you were injured on a mission, you just can't say what you were doing on that mission," Robert informed him, "And by the looks of those bruises, I think you might have more than just a burned ear."

"The ribs are fine, the only thing that hurts is my shoulder, I feel the stretches are pulling,"

Robert looked over to see that the stitches were still intact, "Well I guess that means no sex, no pity sex."

"What?" He wasn't sure if he heard right, had Robert just used the word "sex?"

Robert realized he made a fool out of himself, "Never mind."

"Right," Lucky smiled as he started to walk out of the bathroom, "I'll let you have the shower now."

"Oh I took one last night," Robert walked out, "Take your time."

"It's ok I need to get ready and maybe write a speech," he walked towards his suit case.

Robert turned the light off in the bathroom, "Or read that letter."

Lucky turned to him, "Not today, to ready my brother's final thoughts on the day of his funeral…" Lucky looked away as he grabbed a new pair of boxers.

"You need to do it soon," Robert walked over to the cart grabbing a piece of bacon.

He walked over to his suit hanging up, "Well not today maybe tomorrow. I'll open it before we leave."

Robert stared at the bacon, "Cooking definitely not a strong suit here, let's go out for breakfast, I know this great little place on the outskirts…"

"Ok," Lucky said with his back to him as he walked into the bathroom again.

As Lucky put his suit on he thought about Robert's comment, you need to do it soon.

Robert started changing into his suit when Lucky walked in with his pants on, "What's so important about that letter?"

"Sorry," Lucky walked back into the bathroom to get his white shirt on.

Robert wondered if he should tell him, most of the comments made in the letter would help Lucky and possibly others gain closure, but there was something Nicholas asked that would require Lucky to possibly leave the field and change his life forever.

"Come in Lucky," Robert tucked in his shirt.

"Sorry again, but I just want to know why that letter is important?" Lucky put his black jacket on and then grabbed the tie.

"It just is Lucky, I can't tell you, but please do it today, it might help you gain closure," that was as much information he could provide.

Lucky became fixated on fixing his tie, "Alright Robert, I'll do it today." He tried to promise.

"let me help you," Robert walked over for he had just put his tie on.

"Robert how come you and Anna aren't together?" He knew his question was out of the blue, but it was small talk.

"Because we just aren't, our careers make it impossible to be together and then there's the past." Robert paused.

"Haven't you forgiven yourself for the past?" Lucky was surprised by his words for it didn't seem to make sense for Robert to hold on to his past when he preaches to him about letting it go.

"Something's I have, but you know Robin…and…You know Lucky I'll make you a deal." Robert straitened the tie.

"Don't ask me personal questions and I'll stop hassling you about the letter and everything else," Robert backed away to see how he looked.

"I won't ask anymore questions, but don't stop hassling me," Lucky stared at him.

Robert looked at him confused.

Lucky walked over to his suitcase where the letter was, "If you stop hassling me I might never open this letter and I might never deal with my unfinished business don't let me off the hook."

"Ok that's a promise," Robert sat down on the bed and put his shoes on.

Lucky tucked the letter on the inside of his black jacket and walked over to the breakfast he ordered to test the food out, "You're right, this stuff does taste like crap, Carly must have found out we're staying here and is trying to poison us."

Robert laughed, "Come on, let's go." Robert grabbed his coat, "I just wanted to let you know before you ask that all of this is being paid for by the government, the hotel room and the car," Robert picked up the key.

"The car?" Lucky didn't see what Robert was suggesting.

Robert opened the door before looking back at Lucky who was putting his wallet and important papers in a pocket in his jacket, "Lucky? Have you ever driven a Lamborghini?"

Lucky smiled in disbelief, "Um no?"

"Well you're gonna learn," Robert threw him the keys.

Lucky caught the keys, "Really?"

"Are you questioning my orders soldier?" Robert teased him.

"No sir," Lucky laughed still in disbelief that he was gonna drive a car like this.

"Than get out this door son," Robert motioned and Lucky walked through the doorway.

Robert retraced the words he just said, son. In the past couple of months he and Lucky had grown close, Robert considered him his son and wondered if Lucky considered him his father.

He closed the door behind him and put the occupied sign on the door handle, "Hey wait up!" Robert ran.

"Better catch up old man!" Lucky teased as he jumped in the elevator.

Lucky held the elevator open, "Glad you could make it."

Robert looked at him not amused, "Let's go."

He was just about to push the bottom floor button when a woman shouted, "Hold the elevator!"

Lucky held the elevator to see a tall woman with long black hair run in, "Thanks!"

"No problem," Lucky smiled as he checked her out from head to toe, he noticed her red shoes and became more interested.

He pushed the button and quietly stood in the elevator.

"You guys going to a ball or something?" She noticed their fine suits that were similar to tuxes, but different.

"Funeral," Lucky corrected her.

"Oh I'm sorry," she frowned at him.

He looked up to see sparkling red lipstick, "Yeah."

Robert slightly hit Lucky to make a move, "Um so, I've never seen you around here before…"

"Oh I just got here, I'm here on business," she smiled pushing her hair behind her ear to see that Lucky had a bandage on his ear.

"What happened to your ear?" She looked at him in concern, "Are you ok?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." He looked at Robert wondering what to say.

Robert decided to help him out, "Lucky Spencer?"

She turned around to see who the man was.

Lucky looked at him wondering what was going on, "Yeah I'm Lucky Spencer."

"So you're that famous cop that rescued the hostages here during that crisis?" Robert pretended to be a fan.

"Yeah," Lucky glanced at Claudia.

"And you put Lorenzo Alcazar behind bars?" Everything Robert said was true.

"Yeah I did, are you a fan or something?" Lucky laughed.

Robert patted him on the back, "Huge, tell me how is your new job in Washington D.C. Rumors say you're a spy for the CIA?" Robert joked and Lucky panicked for a second surprised by what he said, but Robert sternly looked at him to continue to deliver the act.

"Well are you?" Robert asked.

"If I tell you than I'll have to kill you," Lucky grinned.

Robert pretended to be threatened, "oh well I just wanted to let you know that you're definetly missed around here."

Robert walked back over to his side of the elevator.

Lucky looked up at her, "Sorry, I get people like that once and a while."

She was slightly impressed, "So you're name is Lucky? Does that mean I'd be lucky to get a date with you?"

"Depends…" He glanced up at her. She had beautiful brown eyes, brown eyes like he'd never seen before.

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on what you want to do with me after the date," Lucky smiled with attitude.

She was completely interested now, "Well…" She heard the elevator opening.

Robert walked out to give them privacy but to also to continue playing the role of a stranger who didn't really know him.

She pushed him against the elevator, "Come up to room 719 and I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Guaranteed?" He teased her.

She looked back, "I always follow through, 9 sharp, I don't like to be kept waiting."

"I don't plan on making you wait," Lucky flirted back wanting her now.

"Nice meeting you Lucky Spencer," she walked out.

He looked down happy that his name was lucky for tonight he would be getting lucky, "Wait."

She turned to him, "Yeah?"

"I didn't catch you're name," Lucky almost didn't need her name; he wanted her even though he didn't know her.

"Claudia," she wanted to remain a mystery.

"Claudia what?" He was compelled to ask.

"Come to dinner and you just might find out," she winked and then turned the corner leaving him hanging.

Robert came from behind him when the coast was clear, "No pity sex." He joked.

"Not tonight there won't be," Lucky glanced at him, "Looks like I'm getting lucky tonight."

Robert turned him around to where the dealership was, "Didn't I tell you you'd meet someone, what was her name?"

"Claudia," he told him walking down the hall.

Claudia walked back down the hall to see the man who claimed to be his fan with his arm around him. It made her wonder if Lucky Spencer was really a spy for the CIA or something much more mysterious. Whoever he was it didn't matter, she wanted him and Claudia Zaccarah always got what she wanted.