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Chapter Forty-Nine

Jason and Liz finally made it out of the hotel ballroom. They were suppose to spend the night at the hotel, but both Jason and Liz wanted to get down to the police station, it was their wedding night, but some things needed to be handled before they did anything else.
Both were silent the entire ride, once parked in front of the station, they began talking all at once.

"Jason, I don't know what is wrong with Lucky, but I think…" Liz said, but was cutoff by Jason.

"Elizabeth, I know you loved him, for a very long time, but we can't let him…" Jason said, now getting cutoff by Liz.

"Darlin', you have it all wrong. I used to love Lucky, but what I feel for him now is nothing but pity. He has ruined any chance I might have been willing to give, and whether it was him or not who paid Mateo to hurt me, it doesn't make a difference. He has twisted the love I once felt for him into a dirty obsession. I don't know if he ever loved me or not, perhaps it was always about possessing me, but there is nothing left in my heart for Lucky, he killed all feelings, even those of remorse. I am where I belong, don't you ever doubt that." Liz said, squeezing Jason's hand tightly before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Are you sure you are ready for this?" Jason asked, hoping that she wasn't just putting on a brave face for his benefit.

"I am, let's get this over with, I want to get you back to that hotel, I just hope you aren't overly tired, because I am wide awake." Liz said with a seductive wink.

"Tired, me, no never. Whatever you desire Mrs. Morgan, is my pleasure to deliver. I promise to make it my life's work to see you satisfied and each desire taken care of." Jason said, tasting the soft skin of her neck, draw a small moan from her. "Okay, let's get this over and done with!"

Elizabeth nodded, it was something that needed to be done, but in all honesty, she was more afraid that she cared to admit. Lucky was the boy who had saved her mind and soul after the rape, but to go through such a complete change and be the one who paid someone to beat her within an inch of her life, well it was beyond mortifying. And whether he did it because he couldn't do the deed himself, it mattered not, the fact that he could consciously pay someone to do that to her, well, it finally killed the remaining emotions that she still held for her lost love and had managed to taint every good emotion and memory she had thus far maintained. Lucky had finally and completely destroyed everything the boy had done, with his manly actions or lack thereof.

Jason and Liz entered the P.C.P.D. hand in hand, a few odd looks were directed at them, but neither paid much attention to those looks, they had eyes only for one another. Jason knocked once on Mac's door and awaited either an invitation or a refusal.

"Come in." Mac said distractedly.

Jason opened the door, hoping this night would see the end to Lucky and his threats. But something persisted in his mind and heart. He couldn't believe that Lucky had acted alone, that he was the mastermind behind everything, it just didn't feel like the young Spencer's M.O., even when determined for retribution, could he really try to kill Elizabeth, he didn't think so, but then again, Lucky had been a very different person ever since that night that he disappeared and was thought dead.

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Sam sat in Lucky's living room, oblivious to everything that was going on around her. Her only thoughts were for her child, for once something was more important that her own wants and needs. She was conflicted though, she really did want the child to be Jason's, but what could she possibly hope to gain if the baby was his, he had already explained with a vehemence that he wanted nothing to do with her, so perhaps it would be better for everyone around, if the baby turned out to be Lucky's. She didn't love him, doubted that she could ever love anyone like she did Jason, but she was left with no other choice.

It was that sad realization that brought her to tears. She was once again left with the indisputable fact that she was on her own, with no one to turn to, she had burnt too many bridges. Taking solace in her grief, she used it to feed her anger, anger at the unfairness of the world that kicked her when she was down, she needed to re-learn all those hard tough facts for she had made the mistake of trusting and once again it had led to nothing but heartache.

Of course, she couldn't look at the mistakes as her fault, for they never were, she was the victim, always was and always will be. A divine force was out to get her, fate had deemed her a worthy foe for misery.

Needing to banish all thoughts, Sam grabbed her coat and left the small apartment. Allowing her feet to carry her wherever they wished, she walked in a fog of despair and regret. One thought persisted though, this was not her fault, it had all begun the night she was conceived, this was Alexis's fault, if she would have had a backbone, then Sam would not be suffering through this unbearable heartache.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of Alexis's home, the gun clutched tightly in her hand. She looked at the offending object as if she had never seen such a thing, but the weight felt right in her hands and the sudden desire to use the weapon was so overwhelming that she expelled all other thoughts, following the same age old instincts that had gotten her into trouble before, she walked into her mother's home, suddenly impatient for a confrontation.

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"Jason, Elizabeth, I didn't expect to see you here, not tonight at least!" Mac said, trying to cover his shock.

"Well we both agree that this chapter of our life needs to come to an end, and in order for that to happen, Lucky needs to be removed from it. He has caused many problems in the past, now we just want to do what is right for us and our family." Liz said, looking Mac in the eyes.

"I can understand that, but tonight, your wedding night?" Mac asked, his concern obvious. He understood their reasoning, but he also understood that this was one night that was suppose to be free from all the heartache and troubles that life usually insisted one deal with.

"I know it isn't of the norm, but we want to do this, no we need to do this. Our life together has just begun, and neither of us want the dark cloud of Lucky Spencer hanging over our heads. We refuse to live in fear of him, he needs to be dispelled from our life. He holds the key to cause us great annoyances, and the boy I knew would not do anything so stupid or hurtful, but this man, I don't know him, he is capable of anything. So I beg of you Mac, please let us see him, allow us to get on with our life." Liz said, looking beseechingly at Mac, hoping he would see the logic of their request.

"Well, I haven't even had a chance to interrogate him yet, but I suppose, you could have a few moments with him. Understand though, you cannot take matters into your own hands, this has to be by the book. So keep your anger in check Jason." Mac said, knowing full well that Jason would like nothing more than to beat the man to death, and really he couldn't blame the man.

He was flabbergasted that the man who sat in his interrogation room was the same man who had gone out of his way to protect others and cared about his friends and family. This monster was a completely different person than the boy he remembered, that boy wouldn't have used a woman for personal gratification, he wouldn't have willingly hurt someone he loved, even if it was out of pain or vengeance, this man was the exact opposite of everything Mac remembered, the boy he had truly liked and trusted. This facsimile, was an affront to every memory he and everyone else had of Lucky.

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Sam walked around the house, in a foggy stupor. No thoughts played in her mind, she was intent on one thing and until she found it, she would not rest. It had finally been made clear, Alexis needed to die, if it wasn't for her, Sam would have had a normal life, and she wouldn't have used men to make herself feel better.

But as she stood in the living room, it was obvious there was no home. And still without thinking she allowed her feet to carry her where they wished. When she finally looked around, she noticed she was standing on the launch, going to Wyndemere. The cool breeze ruffled the loose hairs of her ponytail, giving her a content look, but the look in her eyes detracted any semblance of sanity, whether it was temporary or not, Sam was not mentally sound.

She climbed from the launch, and made her way up to the old family house, for it was just as much hers as anyone else's, she was after all a Cassadine.

She quietly made her way into the house. There was no logical reason why she believed Alexis was here, but this was where she had been directed, of course one could once again question her sanity, when one trusted their own feet to have a mind of its own and direct her where they wanted to go. Yes, it was finally happening, Sam was losing her mind.

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Jason held firm to Elizabeth's hand, no matter her affirmation to the contrary, he knew this was going to be hard on her. You didn't spend your young adult life in love with someone, to then be able to turn those feelings off and on at will. There wasn't much he could do, but he planned on doing anything and everything to make this as easy on his new wife as possible.

Liz hesitated a moment before she placed her hand on the doorknob. Jason would have been proud of her, had he known what was going through her mind. It had nothing whatsoever to do with her past feelings for Lucky. She had loved the man on the other side of the door for a good part of her life, but it wasn't the man that she had loved, it was the innocence and bravery of the boy, before Helena had placed her hooks so perfectly in his mind.

Perhaps things would have been different if he had never been kidnapped, but those were questions and what ifs that she really didn't want to know the answers to. She was where she belonged and that alone gave her the courage to step into the room, and finally say what needed to be said.

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Lucky looked up as he heard the door opening, he had expected to see Mac or another cop, but the sight standing before him was nothing less than a complete shock.

She stood resplendent in her long white gown, her skin glowing radiantly. He longed to reach out and touch her silky flesh, to once again claim it as his own, make he cry out in pleasure, but the hulking man behind her quickly banished all warm thoughts.

He looked into those expressive orbs of her, hoping to see something that could give him hope, but the lack of emotion that graced her was fear inducing. Lucky had never felt more alone and dejected that at this moment, something big was about to happen, and he feared he would not like the conclusion of this little tête-à-tête.

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