A/N: So, let's check in on Lucktard, the luckless wonder…..

Disclaimer – nope, still don't own any of it!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lucky made his way into the sleazy bar on the outskirts of town. He knew it was probably a bad idea for his recovery to be drinking, but he told himself he would only have one beer and that it would just be to take the edge off. Several hours later he was still in the bar and slumped over a table with a handful of empty bottles still on the table that the waitress hadn't cleared away. He hadn't been paying any attention to the comings and goings to the bar. He just wallowed in his own misery and anger.

Suddenly, a fresh beer was in front of him. Looking up at the gift bearer, he discovered none other than Samantha McCall. "So, I guess I don't have to ask why you are completely wasted? Elizabitch told you about the spawn she is carrying."

"What do you want, Sssssssssam?" Lucky slurred.

"You and I are in the same boat, I figured we could commiserate with one another."

"Go 'way, Sam. I jus wanna be alone."

"Oh, come on Lucky. My fiancé and your wife slept together and now have a kid on the way."

"I was under the impre….the impr….I thought you and Jason broke up, so esscuse me for thinking it's not the ssssame thing."

"And where were you when your wife was screwing my fiancé…, oh that's right, you were in bed fucking Maxie Jones, huh?"

"Oh, like you were rollin' round your mama's livin' room floor with her husssban."

"I see bad news does travel fast."

"Whatever. Jus leave me alone Sam. I'm not in the mood to talk about my bitch wife and her bastard children."

"So don't talk, just drink."

A handful of hours later, Lucky was beyond drunk and Sam had been doing her level best to catch up with him, out drinking him in the last hour. Sam notices that Lucky's attitude has shifted from pure anger and rage to melancholy. "You know what really pisses me off?" Sam asked.

"Like I care," he said, despondently.

"I put everything into that relationship and I got nothing back. I just…I can't believe that one night with Elizabeth would be more important than the three years Jason spent with me."

Perking up a bit, mainly out of curiosity, "Do you really think that it was only one night?"

"I don't know, Lucky. I don't know. Does it really matter? I mean that's…it's…Jason was emotionally unfaithful, that's what destroyed our relationship."

Realizing that they really were in the same place with their respective relationships, Lucky sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Sam. I…."

Chuckling mirthlessly, "You are the only one, because Sonny and Carly and everyone else, they are cheering. Couldn't wait to get in line to make me the bad guy."

Getting angry again, "Why does everybody believe that Jason can do no wrong?"

Hanging her head, as if in shame, "I know, I used to do the same thing. I would make excuses for him and jump to his rescue, but," she pauses for effect. "You know, I don't mean to sound like the victim here. I just really feel like I've been played for a fool."

Understanding and agreeing with Sam's statement, "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. You know, maybe I was just a fool to think that her and I could start over again after what's happened this year."

"Well, look, hey, if that's true than I am the same kind of fool for trying with Jason. I want so badly to regain my place in his heart, when clearly he is involved with Elizabeth. You know, I've been feeling so guilty these past couple of months, knowing what happened between Jason and Elizabeth that night. I'm so sorry that I agreed to not say anything about them screwing back in August. There were so many times that I actually wanted to tell you. Now, seeing you like this, after you worked so hard on your recovery, I wish I would have."

Not really believing her, yet strangely believing her, "Come on Sam, the only reason you could have had for wanting to tell me, would be to try and hurt Elizabeth, and by extension, Jason. Drunk or not, do really think I'm that big of a fool? The only reason you haven't told me is because you thought the baby was mine, and it wouldn't help your cause of getting Jason back."

"Well, you are right in some way, my own selfishness played a part in it."

"Really? How so?"

"If I told you, I figured you would probably leave Elizabeth. And, well, if you left her, then I thought that that would be an easy opening for her to pursue Jason. Then they would be together, and I would still be left out in the cold. I was really just protecting my own screwed up relationship."

"You know what? Why don't we get out of here?"

"I thought you would never ask," she says, smiling at him.