A/N: Dun, dun, dun…..the chapter you've all been waiting for (and I hope you are)! The confrontation between Elizabeth and Luckless! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Chapter Twenty-Five

Emily rode over on the launch from Spoon Island to pick Elizabeth up for the meeting with Lucky. Truth be told, for as much confidence as she has tried to instill in her best friend, she was quite uncertain as to how Lucky would truly react. She remembers Elizabeth telling her how angry he had been when he found out the night of the Black & White ball, but she honestly isn't sure he won't be just as angry now. There has always been a certain amount of entitlement that Lucky projected when it came to Elizabeth, as if he had ownership rights, especially when it came to her brother. Ever since he came back from the "dead", he has never been quite the same. She doesn't blame him for that, but he's never really tried to overcome it. He was never able to get back to that guy that they all knew before his imprisonment. Emily just knew that she couldn't let her best friend face off against her oldest friend alone. To do that, she feels, would have disastrous results. Mainly because if Lucky did try to harm Elizabeth, she knows her brother would kill him, no questions asked. Looking back on things, she had known even then that Jason and Elizabeth have always had something special. Up until the break-up of Lucky and Elizabeth's second marriage, she had always chosen to ignore it or to push them away from each other. No matter how far apart they got, they always seemed to gravitate back into each other's orbits, and they always came back strong. She had a lot to make up to her best friend, even if said best friend didn't know it, and would never remember it.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts as the launch docked at the piers, Emily smiles at Elizabeth, who is waiting for the launch, ringing her hands together. "Hey! I was hoping that I wouldn't have to hunt you down because you changed your mind."

"Em, as nervous as I am, I realized that I have to do this, for everyone's sake."

"It's going to be okay, Liz," the brunette replied brightly.

Arching an eyebrow, "Now that sounded completely convincing."

"Look, Lucky hasn't gotten to Wyndamere yet. Nic is waiting for us, and we'll have a few minutes to chat before he shows up. Let's get going, okay?"

Climbing onto the launch, Elizabeth looks around briefly, "Okay, let's go and get this over with."

"That's the spirit!"

"Oh, Emily, what would I do without you?" the blue eyed mother-to-be asks her best friend.

"Let's hope you never have to find out, shall we?" Emily responds, meaning it more than she can wish for.

Catching the tone of voice, "Em? Are you alright? You're okay, aren't you?"

"Yes, absolutely perfect."

"You'd tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Of course I would. Okay, no more about me. I'm just fine. I promise."

Getting to Spoon Island, they take the stairs up to the castle. Going into the parlor, Nicholas Cassadine greets the women with a hug for Elizabeth and a kiss and hug for Emily. "Liz, I'm glad you made it. I know this is difficult for you, just remember that Emily and I are here for you, alright?"

Nodding tightly, "Thank you. I'm just ready to be done with this and accept whatever Lucky has to say to me for lying to him."

Turning and looking at the nervous woman, "Don't you forget about everything that he has put you through this last year. He's my brother, and I love him, but he was in the wrong to do all that he did to you. And being a drug addict doesn't excuse his behavior."

"I know, but I didn't have to choose to cover up my night with Jason. And, I didn't have to choose to not tell the truth from the moment I got the results of the paternity test, either. That all lies on me."

"And you had me, Nicholas and all of the Spencers telling you that it was your job to put your life on hold and fix Lucky," repeating her words from her grandmother's garden.

A strong sense of déjà vu hit Elizabeth hard, but she couldn't recall when she had heard those words before. Looking at Emily quizzically, she shakes her head, "Why do I feel like you've said that to me before?"

Feigning surprise, and forgetting that while Elizabeth wouldn't remember her time in the garden, she would know things without knowing them, "I don't know, maybe you dreamed it or something?"

"Yeah, maybe."

Alfred, Nic's butler, came in carrying a silver tray with tea and sandwiches. "Shall I set this up on the coffee table, sir?"

"Yes, Alfred, that would be fine, thank you."

Sitting down and sipping some tea helped to calm Elizabeth's nerves. The conversation ebbed and flowed around inconsequential things, which also helped to soothe her frazzled feelings. They had been talking for about 30 minutes when Lucky finally arrived. "Hey Nic. What's going on?"

"Lucky, come on in. We were just chatting while we were waiting for you to get here. How are you doing?"

Sensing the uncomfortable undercurrent of the occupants of the room, Lucky hesitated. Looking around at the three people gathered in the room, he was sure this wasn't a social call. "I'm fine, dealing with it. I know I've got a long road ahead of me. But I have everything in the world to fight for and to look forward to," he says, looking directly at his wife.

Looking down at her feet, Elizabeth quietly says, "Lucky, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"What do you need to tell me, Elizabeth?" he asks, quite reluctantly.

Taking a deep breath, she focuses on what she needs to tell him, and why. "Lucky…oh God, this is harder than I thought it would be."

Realizing that he definitely wasn't going to like what his wife was going to tell him, "Just tell me," he says harshly.

"Okay," she starts, "here goes. The night of the blackout, when I came home and found you having sex with Maxie, in my bed, I didn't know what to do. I walked away, and I just kept walking. I couldn't go back to Grams' house, because she expected me to try to work things out with you. After what I had seen, I knew that wasn't going to be possible, so I went to a friends' house. We talked, we had a couple shots of tequila, and we talked some more. That night, my friend had also seen the person they care about sleeping with someone else. I ended up spending the night, but…" she tries to finish. Tears filling her eyes, she forces herself to finish the story, "but, I didn't just sleep alone. We ended up sleeping together."

Red, blinding fury filled her husband's eyes, "You mean that you have tortured me for months about sleeping with Maxie, when all along you knew that you had fucked another man while we were married. You made me feel so guilty, so fucking worthless." He stood up and started towards the crying brunette.

Nic jumped up and held Lucky back. "Lucky, brother, you need to calm down."

"Calm down," he yelled. "Calm down! I want to know who you fucked behind my back! Was it Patrick? Are you finally admitting to running to Patrick, again?" he demanded.

"Lucky, I told you. I never slept with Patrick. I don't know why you continue to think that I feel anything more for Patrick than just simple friendship."

"Then who goddammit? Who the fuck did you sleep with?" he screamed.

"I went to Jason's that night," was all she said.

Knocking his brother to the floor in a fit of rage, Lucky made his way over to Elizabeth. Grabbing her by the arms and shaking her, "You fucking slut! You goddamn whore! How in the hell could you fuck that murdering bastard?"

"Stop it, Lucky. You're hurting me!" she cried, as she tried to pull out of Lucky's bruising hold.

"Answer me you bitch! How could you fuck him? Jason fucking Morgan, of all people?" Raising his fist back, he suddenly found himself on the floor.

"Back off Lucky!" his brother yelled. "I get that you are angry and hurt, but you are hurting her! You were going to hit her! I won't allow it!"

Picking himself up off the floor, he turns his heated gaze back on his wife, "Is this his bastard? Were you just going to keep quiet and let me raise another one of your bastards? Only this time you were going let me keep believing that it was mine?"

"Lucky! That's enough!" Emily demanded. "How dare you call Cameron that? He is a sweet, innocent little boy!"

Tears now streaming down her face, she couldn't believe what Lucky had said about her beautiful little boy. Finally coming to terms with her not-soon-enough-to-be ex-husband, Elizabeth turned on him, "Yes, Lucky, this baby is Jason's. And thank God for that! I cannot believe that I, even for a second, thought that having you raise my child was a good idea. At least now I know the truth, my children are only good enough until you can get that 'Spencer heir' you are so desperately hoping for. I can understand your anger towards me, but say such horrible things about innocent children, that's just fucking uncalled for. Well, don't worry, you won't have to deal with continuing to raise my," getting choked on the word, "bastard son, ever again. You stay away from him! Do you hear me? I don't want you anywhere near my little boy!"

Storming out of the parlor, Lucky hightailed it out of Wyndamere and out to the launch. He couldn't leave quick enough. Rage was coursing through his body. 'How dare she fuck Jason!' he thought.