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A Light Rhapsody


Authors note: In this fic, Lucky is portrayed by Jonathan Jackson. Lucky left Port Charles for sometime, and Sarah never came back to Port Charles. Lesley Lu is portrayed by Emma Watson. Michael Quartermaine is portrayed by Alex D. Linx and Sly Eckert is portrayed by Milo Ventimiglia.



Chapter 1: Coming back

**On an Airplane** October, 2007

She continued to look intriguingly at the magazine in front of her, while turning to look at the passenger next to her every few minutes, who was frowning at every lame question she asked. “So when was the last time you got laid?”

“What?” This got his attention. He faced her and then stooped his head up to take a look at the magazine she was reading.

“Uh-uh.” She said, pulling the magazine away from his view. “Just answer the question. When was the last time you got laid?” She asked again, with a crafty smile on her face.

Returning the sneaky grin he said, “What? You don’t remember?”

She rolled her eyes at his smirk. “Very funny.You think your so amusing?”

“Look who’s talking.” He chuckled lightly. She had always complained when they were married that she had never understood her, what she didn’t know was that he understood her all too well. It was how their relationship was formed. And for five years it worked beautifully. “Honestly Gia, what kind of a woman asks her ex-husband a question like that?” Lucky Spencer quarreled in an amused voice.

“Oh come on Lucky,” Gia insisted with a smile, “Enlighten me.”

“Wasn’t five years enough for you?” They both laughed.

“Alright fine.” Gia said draining out her laughter. Gia looked around and noticed the other passengers who pretended to mind their own business. “Looks like we might have an audience,” she muttered before going back to the magazine. “Then answer this.” Gia ignored Lucky’s groan. “What do you expect most from a relationship? A: Companionship. B: Sex. or C: Respect.”

“A,” Lucky said, thinking he mind as well since he had nothing better to do. He watched Gia pencil in a dotted bubble on the magazine. “What about you?” He asked, partly curious.

“I would have to go with B. But I’ll mark C just to get a higher score.”

Lucky made a tsk sound. “This is pathetic, you’re cheating on a magazine quiz.”

Gia leaned down and put a hand over his arm as she whispered sarcastically in his ear, “If it makes you feel any better, you were always the best.” She laughed at Lucky’s satisfied grin.

When Lucky watched her laugh in hysterics he realized the joke. Putting his arms across his chest he bit his lip from laughing. “You see, this is exactly why we’re not married anymore,” he teased.

“Oh boo-hoo Spencer. Suck it up and move on.” Gia swatted his arm. Lucky finally let out a snicker. They had been divorced for half a year and yet they could still easily get along, with a bit of droning attended. She sealed the GQ magazine and placed it beside her before turning back to him. “So what’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get back to Port Charles?”

“Was that what they asked on the magazine?”

“No.” She said simply.

“Go to Luke’s and visit my dad.” He glanced at her and grabbed her hand gently. “Will you please come with me?”

Gia smiled warmly. “You know I can’t. It was the part of the deal, remember?”

Lucky sighed and nodded. “Yeah. It’s hard to forget that we’re trying to move on.”

Gia saw the dismay in his face that reflected hers as well. “Hey. But if you need me, you know my cell number and I’ll be staying with Marcus.”

“Oh yeah. I bet Lt. Taggert would love for me to drop by.” He ribbed. “Okay.” He shook his head in agreement. “But you will come to my dad and Alexis’s anniversary right?”

He watched her nod her head yes. “So what are you going to do? When we get back to good ole’ Port Chuckles that is?”

She leaned back on her seat and tilted her head to face his. “Get updated. By now there should be a some long lost sibling back in town, or something like that.”


**Port Charles**

“Chloe! Chloe, can you give me a hand here,” Elizabeth Webber said as she tried to lift a heavy loaded box into the gallery.

Chloe Black rushed into the room and noticed her friend desperately trying to carry a box that was heavier than her. “This is why fork lifts come in handy,” she said with a hand on her hip.

“Yeah. Yeah. Snarl later, just help me right now will you?”

Chloe shook her head and they both groaned when they finally managed to move the box into a corner. Stretching her back, Elizabeth looked around her new art gallery. The walls were unpainted, the floors had no carpet, and all her paintings were put in storage boxes; it was obvious that she still had some remodeling to do. “It’s a little shaky right now,” Liz commented, “But I can make it work.”

“You just wait until you open this place up,” Chloe said excitedly, “It’s going to be great. You’re going to feel great…guys are going to start coming up to you and…”

“Chloe,” Elizabeth said, cutting her off, “I got a new gallery, not a new ass.”

Chloe chuckled. “You can get one of those too.”

“Chloe!” Elizabeth laughed.

“I was just kidding.” She took out two chairs from on top of the table and took a seat on one.

“So where’s that husband of yours?” Liz asked taking the seat next to her.

“Brady’s in Salem, doing some work for Basic Black. But he said he would be here in time to see your gallery shine.” Chloe commented but then looked around the uncompleted room, “Or something like that.”

“Don’t worry, I have big plans for this place.”

“I know you do. Must I remind you who sat threw hours while you picked out the right paint color?” Chloe groaned but managed a smile.

“Oh gosh,” Liz rolled her eyes, “Your worst than Brady. Which is probably why you two are meant to be together.” Chloe smiled. “So,” Liz sighed, “I heard your new song on the radio this morning.”

“Oh yeah that reminds me,” she pointed a finger up and went in search for her purse. Once she opened her purse she took out a CD with her on the cover. “My new album. I wanted to give it to you first.”

Elizabeth raised a brow.

“Okay second. I had to give Brady one or else he would’ve cried like a baby.”

Liz grinned and took the CD. “Oh my god!” She mocked. “Your Chloe Black! Like, oh my god! Can I have your autograph? I’ve got all your cds.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m mocking your fans.” Elizabeth stood up and turned the cd around to look at the list of songs. All the way in the bottom one sentence got to her head: produced by Lucky Spencer.

Chloe returned to her seat and instantly noticed Elizabeth’s face go still. “Liz? What’s wrong?”

She took a moment too long to answer. “How come you never told me that Lucky produced your songs?”

Chloe’s eyebrows knitted. “You didn’t know?” She asked, putting her long hair back into a ponytail. She watched as Elizabeth shook her head. “I thought you said you kept in contact with him.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Yeah. Six years ago.”

“Well I’m sorry. I figured you knew.”

“Its okay.” Elizabeth said softly as she placed the cd away and began to skim threw boxes. “So he’s a music producer now?”

“Lucky? Yeah. A producer and a composer. He’s gotten pretty good at it.” Chloe hoped that she could try to change the subject. She knew how much Lucky meant to her. Elizabeth forced herself not to ask any more questions about Lucky. For all that she knew, he was away from Port Charles and was going threw a divorce.

Knowing she couldn’t hide from the subject, Chloe sighed. “You’ve never loved anyone since him, have you?” Elizabeth sealed a box and looked back at her. “I mean I know you loved that guy—what was his name? Jason, right.” Elizabeth nodded once. “But not as much as Lucky?”

Before she could respond a familiar voice came from the doorway. “Well look at this. Two beautiful women in the same room with me, could this day get any better?” Sly Eckert said with his famous grin that could make any woman melt, as he made his way in.

“You better watch out for this one,” Elizabeth said to Chloe as she pointed to Sly. “He’s a charmer.”

“Yeah.” Chloe laughed as she observed the man. “I’ve met some like him. Hell, I even think I married one like him.”

“Great.” Sly frowned, “I’m not even out of the room and your talking about me.” He looked at Elizabeth and pulled her into a hug. “The least you could do is say I have a nice bod.”

“Good to see you too Sly.” Liz rolled her eyes again. “And you do have a nice bod. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Told ya’.” He smiled again.

“This is Chloe Black.” Elizabeth introduced as Sly kissed Chloe’s hand. “Chloe this is Sly Eckert, Lucky’s cousin.”

“I thought you were in England,” Elizabeth said to Sly. When Sly had left Port Charles years ago, he got inspired to be an entrepreneur; making a success out of buying crippled properties and fixing them up into whatever they can possibly be. “Are you done with the theater?” She asked about his latest project.

“Yeah. It actually opened months ago. I would’ve gotten here sooner but--,” he shrugged casually and put his hands in his pockets, “What can I say? As long as you don’t get addicted to the coffee and stay away from the meat, the UK’s a cool place to live. I was even hoping to get an accent.”

“Isn’t it bad enough you talk a mile a minute?” Elizabeth chortled, while Sly gave a placid look.

“So what brings you back here?” Chloe asked as she uncrossed her legs and stood up, “Liz’s gallery?”

Sly looked around the room and shook his head. “Uh, no. This is your gallery?” He tried to hide his grimace, but Elizabeth caught it.

“It’s still under-construction,” Elizabeth told him.

“I can tell. Well, I came back for Uncle Luke and Alexis’s anniversary.”


“That’s right,” Elizabeth nodded, “Its sometime this week. Who would’ve ever thought Luke and Alexis could stay married for this long?”

“Yeah, I met Alexis once,” Sly said, remembering the time he had hired Alexis to settle some business documents for him. “She doesn’t seem like someone who’d be amused with Luke’s charm; if he has any left that is.”


Luke’s

“Alright. So my mothers a stubborn maniac and my fathers a former drunk. So now that I’ve comprehended all that for you, am I done?” The young boy asked dryly at the man sitting opposite to him.

“Michael,” Kevin Collins sighed and dropped his note pad on the table. “I know this is going to sound lame, but I’m just doing my job.”

Michael Quartermaine let out a loud yawn and leaned back on his seat. “I know. How much do you get paid for this by the way?”

“Nice dodge.” Kevin shook his head.

“I see,” Michael nodded, “Not getting paid enough.”

“Michael, your father hired me because he thinks that you’re a bit frustrated.” Kevin said, searching for the right words.

“With the family I have, who wouldn’t be?” Michael shrugged. He tilted his head and looked around Luke’s. He saw Lesley Lu setting up decorations. “Hey Lu,” he called, “What about that soda I ordered?”

Lesley Lu didn’t even bother to look at who was talking to her. “Get it yourself,” she said loudly to her father’s nephew.

“Some service,” Michael muttered before turning back to Kevin. “See the abuse I have to put up with.”

“Do you despise your parents?” Kevin asked, searching his face.

But Michael shook his head. “No. They’re actually kind of cool when they want to be.”

“Hey babe,” said a feminine voice from behind, “I’m always cool. Your father on the other hand—well that’s another situation.”

Michael turned around and smiled when he looked up. “Mom,” he greeted with a hug. “I thought you were in Sicily.”

“Well I wasn’t going to stay there forever.” Carly Quartermaine flashed her son a huge smile before looking down at the psychiatrist sitting on the table. “Dr. Collins. What are you doing here?”

“He’s having his session with Michael,” AJ informed, walking towards them.

“And speaking of such,” Kevin stood up and glanced at his watch, “Your times up. Michael, I’ll see you next Monday.” And with that he nodded at AJ and Carly and left the club. Michael saw the tip of anger in his mother’s eyes and decided to stand between his parents, more for his father’s sake then his mothers.

Carly glared at her husband. “I can’t believe you. You had our son see some shrink before discussing it with me.”

AJ rolled his eyes. “Maybe if you checked your messages once in awhile instead of partying in some island then you would’ve known what Michael’s been going threw.”

Carly looked down at Michael than back at AJ. “What? Michael, whats going on?”

AJ moved his eyes towards Michael and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You wanna tell the old bald an’ chain or should I?”

“Old?” Carly snorted. “With these legs, I don’t think so.”

Michael groaned knowing the truth had to come out sooner or later. Frowning he looked into his mothers eyes. “I’ve been skipping school.”

Carly’s eyes flared up. Though a part of her wasn’t so surprised. She was his age once and did more crazy things then Michael could commit in a lifetime. But now, it was the time for her to stop thinking like a cool buddy and more like a concerned mother. “Michael Morgan Quartermaine, how could you?”

“Busted,” Lesley Lu snickered from the other side of the room.

“AJ you mind if I have a few minutes with Michael?” Carly asked.

AJ nodded and glanced at Michael before leaving the two. “If she starts throwing things, I’ll know to come get you.”

“Thanks Dad,” Michael said with a crooked grin.

“Just get out,” Carly said bluntly as AJ walked away. Taking in a deep breath, she turned back to her son. “Whats going on Michael? Why are you doing this? I mean skipping school, that doesn’t sound like you.”

“People change.” Michael shrugged sitting down in a nearby booth.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Carly said taking a seat next to him. “Is this because I left for awhile.”

“Awhile?” Michael’s eyebrows knitted. “Six months. That’s half a year.”

Carly looked down at the table, mostly ashamed at herself for doing this to her own son. Lifting her head she gave half a smile, “Good to know you can still count.” Michael simply glared at his mother. “I’m sorry,” Carly said. “It wasn’t you, Michael. It honestly wasn’t. I just—I needed a break from everything—from life. But I never intended to leave you. You know that right?” She waited until he nodded his head to continue. “I tried calling you a dozen times, Edward always said you weren’t in the mood to talk. I missed you.”

“Yeah.” Michael grunted. “You missed me so much you waited six months to come back.”

“I know I’m not the perfect mother--.”

“You’re far from that,” Michael interrupted but looked away once he saw the frown on his mother’s face.

“But,” she continued, taking his hand in hers, “I’m going to try. I honestly am. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Catch?” Carly shook her head.

Michael chortled. “Don’t shake your head. I know you Mom. What’s the catch?”

“Damn you really do know me.” Carly laughed softly. “Just stop skipping school. And don’t get into trouble.”

“I haven’t skipped school in awhile,” Michael confronted but then smiled, “And I’ll try not to get into trouble. But that’ll be hard to do since I’m your son.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Carly chuckled and pulled him into a hug.

“Where’s a Polaroid camera when you need it?” AJ said blankly as he walked towards their booth. Settling down two sodas on the table.

“Excuse me.” The three turned around to find Kevin Collins. “I left my notepad here,” he said grabbing the tablet from the table and looking at the family. “Also, I forgot to mention. Carly now that your back I want to have a session with you and AJ.”

“Why?” Carly asked apprehensively.

“For Michael’s benefit, I’d like to know where you and AJ’s marital status is at the moment.”

“In that case you better take a fire extinguisher,” Lesley Lu said, taking a seat at the same booth. She ducked as Michael threw a rolled up tissue paper at her.

“Okay.” AJ said unwillingly. “We’ll be there. Monday right?”

“Right. See you then.” Kevin said, making his second exit.

“Uh,” Carly looked at Michael and Lesley Lu as she grabbed AJ’s arm, “Excuse us.” Dragging AJ to the other side of the restaurant she looked at him like she usually did, with a furious rage. “How could you say that? Once Dr. Collins sees that we can’t even get along in the same room, he’s going to automatically assume that we’re the reason Michael’s having problems.”

“Wake up Carly,” AJ said trying to lower his voice. “Maybe you’ve been gone for the past six months but that still doesn’t change the fact that we are the reason our son’s having problems. The only reason we got married again was for him. And half the people in this f**king town know that. Look, you had your little escape to paradise island long enough. Its time for you to come back with whats really going on. Because like it or not Carly, its either going to catch up with you or hit you in the face.” With that being said, AJ left his wife standing on the corner.


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