A/N: I'm so excited that I got a review, I thought I'd go ahead and post the next chapter. Thank you to DevilJolie for reviewing. BTW, in my head, I am using Greg Vaughn's Lucky, not Jonathan Jackson. I've never really been a JJ fan, but I do like GV, so that's who my Lucky is. You are welcome to picture any Lucky that you want, though – it's your imagination! Thank you to anyone else that has taken a moment to stop and read! I do apologize if something comes through that doesn't make sense. I started this story, then revamped part of it because I decided to change a few things. There are a couple of really short chapters, but they were necessary pieces of the story that needed to stand alone. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and I still don't own anything. I just borrowed and I will put them back when I am done playing with them!
Chapter Two
Lucky had finally listened to the increasingly frantic messages from his ex-wife which stopped abruptly about four hours ago. He and Siobhan had gotten married, then went home to celebrate. He had turned his cell phone off, never once considering the fact that something more important might require his attention. By the time he got to the hospital, it was too late. He had found Steven, who had imparted the tragic news. Now, he was angry. Angry at himself for not being there. Angry at Elizabeth for not watching Jake properly. His grief and anger were eating at him and he wanted to strike out at something, anything.
Seeing Elizabeth in the conference room in Jason's arms was enough to set his Spencer temper into full throttle. Storming into the conference room, he demanded, "What the hell is going on in here?"
Standing together as if they were one, Jason and Elizabeth faced Lucky to tell him what had happened to their son, the boy that Lucky has been raising as his son since Jake's birth. "Lucky," Elizabeth started. "Jakie was hit by a car…." She couldn't continue.
"Steven told me, he's on life support," he stated angrily. "Why the hell weren't you watching him, Elizabeth? How the fuck did he get out of the house and into the street? How could you let him get hit by a car?" he raged.
Jason, who could never stand when someone yelled at Elizabeth, stepped in front of her, "Lucky, don't you dare blame Elizabeth for this! She loves Jake, she would never hurt him."
Not wanting Lucky and Jason to come to blows, Elizabeth stepped out from behind Jason, "Lucky, I'm so sorry. I swear I locked the door when we came in. Jake was playing on the landing one minute and he was gone the next. I swear, I didn't hear him open the door."
She had to get out, she needed to get away from Lucky's anger. She knew he would blame her, hell, she blamed herself. She wanted to run away from all of the pain and anger rolling off of Lucky in waves. If anyone should be mad at her, it should be Jason. But, like always, Jason never blamed her. He constantly told her she was the best mother Jake could ever have. If Jason didn't blame, how could Lucky?
She moved to leave the room, she tried to step around Lucky. As his anger was boiling, he reached out and grabbed Elizabeth's arm and tried to yank her back, in the room. Just as Jason was moving to stop Lucky, Elizabeth yanked her arm out of Lucky's grasp, however she couldn't stop the momentum as she fell, slamming her head into the door frame. The blinding pain hit her suddenly, she briefly saw Jason trying to grab her and stop her from falling. Then, everything went black as she passed out. As she hit the floor, her head hit the floor – hard. Jason grabbed Elizabeth up off the floor and went running out to the nurse's station, yelling for help.
Epiphany Johnson called for Drs. Drake and Drake-Scorpio. Running around the desk, she grabbed the gurney and forced Jason to lay her favorite nurse on it, so they could examine her.