[fic]
Title: All Roads Lead to the Crowbar 2
Rating: PG-13? Maybe even PG. I don't think any cussing happens. :x
Summary: Lucky dives further into the supernatural world of Port Charles thanks to Sonny and the Crowbar. He learns some revelations that he never expected.
Characters: Lucky Spencer, Luke Spencer, mentions of Gates, Sonny, and Lena
Note: UHM this fic is boring as it's a lot of talking and a lot of... not action. :x HOWEVER, it is for Ella (my amazing, awesome wifette and rp partner who I love very much) who requested more of this verse for her Christmas present, and I went right in order with what happens next. I feel like writing another one where action actually happens. WE ALSO NEED TO PLAY FROM IT OMG. Everything is so different with it being Lucky's hometown/homeworld, and I didn't expect it to bring up so many trust issues for him but yeah. It did. :x
Lucky Spencer does not start working for Sonny immediately after they talk about angels, demons, and the supernatural world that has always existed in Port Charles (wings and callings and more human than anything else). He does spend more time at the Crowbar than at Jake's. He ends up going on more adventures with Lena too, but it is difficult to give himself over to this life. It is so like his father's had been, and he is still a cop. He has his sons to think about.
Lucky keeps it all a secret. His sister knows he frequents the Crowbar, but she doesn't know what actually goes on under the surface. If he tried to tell anyone, they would think he was crazy and he doesn't have the wings to prove that he isn't.
The only supernatural ability he has is hearing voices, which he has been avoiding despite Sonny's insistence that he learn to control it. It's Lena who talks to him about it, and it's her words that convince him that it's smarter to face the voices in his head than try to shove them away.
Lucky walks into the bar to take Sonny up on his offer for help (in exchange for doing a few jobs for him) (nothing comes without a price) when he stops in the doorway at the familiar voice.
It's his father. Luke.
His father is clapping Gates on the back, and they're laughing like they're old buddies. Lucky freezes as the air is shoved out of him. His expression hardens, steeling himself. It's like he has been punched somewhere deep, and he can't place where but after the shock fades, it hurts.
"Dad?" He walks into the bar, and Luke turns to look at him. As soon as their eyes meet, the smile on Luke's face falls.
The expression on his face becomes serious, and Lucky bites back anger and shock before they can show on his face (too late).
He knows. Luke knows.
"Cowboy."
Somehow this feels like a betrayal. Maybe it shouldn't. Maybe it should. Lucky doesn't know anymore.
"Spencer. ...Spencers." Gates nods and takes a step back, turning and walking into Sonny's office. "I'll let you two talk."
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Luke is aware that Lucky is not supposed to be drinking, but Lucky is aware of it too. Luke refuses to ever tell his son how to live his life. He lost that right a long time ago, and he trusts his son to make the right decisions in the end. Lucky is a smarter man than he has ever been, and he's proud of him for that.
For that and many other things.
"How long have you known?"
"Known? You mean that our world is not only filled with mobsters and explosions and Cassadines, but a... whole mess of angels and demons too?"
Lucky gives him a look over top of his glass, half empty. It would shut a lot of people up that knows him well enough. It's the Don't. Half anger, half pleading.
Luke lets out a long sigh and drinks back the glass in front of him. "I've known since around the time your mother got sick."
Lucky rubs a hand over his face. Sometimes he wishes his father would just say it, but he can never quite manage enough bitterness even even his worst moments to ask him to. When your mother lost her mind...
"Why didn't you tell me?" He raises his gaze, and there's an intensity to it that can't be ignored. Lucky has always expressed so much with his eyes, and right now, it's saying you hurt me dad. It's a look Luke is familiar with.
"Even if I could rustle up enough truth to convince you, I... Look I know I haven't done a really good job of protecting you from anything, your whole life. You grew up running from mobsters with your parents. You were kidnapped after we moved here and then again when we'd all thought you'd died in that fire," Luke says, and it's clear by the sound of his voice that it's still difficult for him to think back on that particular memory. "Your mother was losing her mind. You had your own sets of problems beyond that. This world that you're stepping into? It's a whole lot darker than anything we've encountered so far, cowboy."
Lucky's gaze shoots up, and there's half a second where he reminds Luke of the teenage version of himself. "I can handle it."
Luke stares into the empty glass in his table, and he leans over, pouring them both more whiskey this time. "No, you can't." He lets the alcohol burn in his mouth before he swallows it down. "Not even the people who are born into this world can handle it."
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The bottle they had been going through is significantly more empty by the end of the night. They are both sitting at the same table and chairs, and Lucky has not been asking any more questions, not yet. He has that sinking feeling that he needs to be much more numb before he hears the rest of it.
It's something about the way his father looked when he stepped into the bar.
It's something.
After walking in on the affair, he started to lose faith in his intuition but working beside Lena has returned that faith. He trusts his gut, and his gut is telling him what comes next will hurt even more.
"How'd you find out dad?"
There is silence, and it's raw and heavy in the air. Lucky steels himself, locking his jaw as he waits.
"When your mom got sick, I looked for every possible solution, every avenue. I didn't leave a single part of it unturned, and it lead me to Sonny. The Crowbar was in Chicago at that time, and he told me he'd look into it if I worked for him for awhile. So..."
"So you worked for him," Lucky says, shoving back the bile as it slides up his throat. Chicago. Chicago is a wasteland now.
"Yeah. I did. The man has resources. They got someone who found out what... There was something in me, Lucky. It fell through one of those stupid Rifts, and it infects you, brings out some bad tendencies in you, the purer your heart, the harder you fall, and it... it really hits the person you love the most. Because you're connected, and it was... that's what got your mom, Lucky." There's the anger in his father's voice that he hasn't heard in a long time. "It went into her mind and infected her through me, through my love for her."
Like punches deep into his gut. Over and over and over.
A feeling that he can't ignore. It sticks in the whole of him, and it makes it hard to take in a breath.
"Is it still in-- What about Tracy, dad?"
"It's not. They got it out of me. It wasn't an easy process, but it's out." Luke has the scars to prove it. "It's here. It's locked away in a safety box in a closet here."
Lucky opens his mouth to protest.
"Where else are you going to put it?" Luke sounds miserable, and it makes Lucky regret ever asking for the truth. "If it falls into the wrong hands, if it gets free, if someone doesn't understand, it's like it's alive. It can crawl across the ground and find a new host and ruin someone else."
There have been so many secrets, so many lies kept. Even though his father had better reasons for it than Elizabeth or Nikolas did for their secrets, it still hurts. It still feels like betrayal, and he hates himself for trusting so easily, for starting to trust Sonny who never mentioned knowing his father.
It's like Luke can see the wheels turning in his head. He reaches his hand over to Lucky who shrugs it off and looks away. Luke returns his hands to his drink, pressing his fingers against the cool glass. "These people helped me when I really needed it, Lucky. They're good."
"They want me to help. Sonny does. But I'm still a cop," Lucky has finished his glass, and he is no longer looking at his father. His eyes are burning. Everything feels as though it's on fire.
"I won't tell you what to do, cowboy, but you can't save a world using a system that doesn't acknowledge half of that world exists."
More silence. Lucky feels like he will drown in. Your mother.. your mother is sick because of it. She's crazy because of it. It all leads to insanity in this world, doesn't it? And he has one foot in. He thinks about Lena, about Lou, about Sonny. No, he has half of himself in this world already.
There's no turning back. Maybe he really will end up like his mother.
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After his dad has passed out, Lucky remains, sitting, slumped over, unable to sleep. Faces that have only recently become familiar have been passing by throughout their conversation.
Lucky pushes himself up off of the chair, stumbles into a table, into a wall, on to the stairs, gripping the railing and pulling himself up one step at a time. When he reaches the top, he trips, landing hard on his knees.
He lets out a groan before he pushes himself up again. The Crowbar looks blurry, seems to swim in front of him. He rests his hand on the wall as he stumbles along it, looking for the right door.
When he finds it, he knocks, and it's not long before the door opens, revealing Lena on the other side. She's in her pajamas. Her hair is damp, dark with a little red in it still. Even in this light, he can see it. He smells like alcohol, reeks of it. He knows that, but he...
He didn't think before he ended up here and now he doesn't have an explanation for himself or even an apology for possibly waking her up.
"Lucky?"
There's no mistaking the concern on her face as she looks over him. There's no mistaking how it makes him feel to see her in the doorway, how the numbness fades away again replaced by emotion, like a breaking of the dam.
He can trust in this, can't he?
He opens his mouth to speak but steps forward and wraps his arms around her instead, pulling her close as he fights tears. His throat tightens painfully, but she slides her hands up behind him, pulling him into a hug.
He can trust in this.
He can.
Rating: PG-13? Maybe even PG. I don't think any cussing happens. :x
Summary: Lucky dives further into the supernatural world of Port Charles thanks to Sonny and the Crowbar. He learns some revelations that he never expected.
Characters: Lucky Spencer, Luke Spencer, mentions of Gates, Sonny, and Lena
Note: UHM this fic is boring as it's a lot of talking and a lot of... not action. :x HOWEVER, it is for Ella (my amazing, awesome wifette and rp partner who I love very much) who requested more of this verse for her Christmas present, and I went right in order with what happens next. I feel like writing another one where action actually happens. WE ALSO NEED TO PLAY FROM IT OMG. Everything is so different with it being Lucky's hometown/homeworld, and I didn't expect it to bring up so many trust issues for him but yeah. It did. :x
Lucky Spencer does not start working for Sonny immediately after they talk about angels, demons, and the supernatural world that has always existed in Port Charles (wings and callings and more human than anything else). He does spend more time at the Crowbar than at Jake's. He ends up going on more adventures with Lena too, but it is difficult to give himself over to this life. It is so like his father's had been, and he is still a cop. He has his sons to think about.
Lucky keeps it all a secret. His sister knows he frequents the Crowbar, but she doesn't know what actually goes on under the surface. If he tried to tell anyone, they would think he was crazy and he doesn't have the wings to prove that he isn't.
The only supernatural ability he has is hearing voices, which he has been avoiding despite Sonny's insistence that he learn to control it. It's Lena who talks to him about it, and it's her words that convince him that it's smarter to face the voices in his head than try to shove them away.
Lucky walks into the bar to take Sonny up on his offer for help (in exchange for doing a few jobs for him) (nothing comes without a price) when he stops in the doorway at the familiar voice.
It's his father. Luke.
His father is clapping Gates on the back, and they're laughing like they're old buddies. Lucky freezes as the air is shoved out of him. His expression hardens, steeling himself. It's like he has been punched somewhere deep, and he can't place where but after the shock fades, it hurts.
"Dad?" He walks into the bar, and Luke turns to look at him. As soon as their eyes meet, the smile on Luke's face falls.
The expression on his face becomes serious, and Lucky bites back anger and shock before they can show on his face (too late).
He knows. Luke knows.
"Cowboy."
Somehow this feels like a betrayal. Maybe it shouldn't. Maybe it should. Lucky doesn't know anymore.
"Spencer. ...Spencers." Gates nods and takes a step back, turning and walking into Sonny's office. "I'll let you two talk."
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Luke is aware that Lucky is not supposed to be drinking, but Lucky is aware of it too. Luke refuses to ever tell his son how to live his life. He lost that right a long time ago, and he trusts his son to make the right decisions in the end. Lucky is a smarter man than he has ever been, and he's proud of him for that.
For that and many other things.
"How long have you known?"
"Known? You mean that our world is not only filled with mobsters and explosions and Cassadines, but a... whole mess of angels and demons too?"
Lucky gives him a look over top of his glass, half empty. It would shut a lot of people up that knows him well enough. It's the Don't. Half anger, half pleading.
Luke lets out a long sigh and drinks back the glass in front of him. "I've known since around the time your mother got sick."
Lucky rubs a hand over his face. Sometimes he wishes his father would just say it, but he can never quite manage enough bitterness even even his worst moments to ask him to. When your mother lost her mind...
"Why didn't you tell me?" He raises his gaze, and there's an intensity to it that can't be ignored. Lucky has always expressed so much with his eyes, and right now, it's saying you hurt me dad. It's a look Luke is familiar with.
"Even if I could rustle up enough truth to convince you, I... Look I know I haven't done a really good job of protecting you from anything, your whole life. You grew up running from mobsters with your parents. You were kidnapped after we moved here and then again when we'd all thought you'd died in that fire," Luke says, and it's clear by the sound of his voice that it's still difficult for him to think back on that particular memory. "Your mother was losing her mind. You had your own sets of problems beyond that. This world that you're stepping into? It's a whole lot darker than anything we've encountered so far, cowboy."
Lucky's gaze shoots up, and there's half a second where he reminds Luke of the teenage version of himself. "I can handle it."
Luke stares into the empty glass in his table, and he leans over, pouring them both more whiskey this time. "No, you can't." He lets the alcohol burn in his mouth before he swallows it down. "Not even the people who are born into this world can handle it."
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The bottle they had been going through is significantly more empty by the end of the night. They are both sitting at the same table and chairs, and Lucky has not been asking any more questions, not yet. He has that sinking feeling that he needs to be much more numb before he hears the rest of it.
It's something about the way his father looked when he stepped into the bar.
It's something.
After walking in on the affair, he started to lose faith in his intuition but working beside Lena has returned that faith. He trusts his gut, and his gut is telling him what comes next will hurt even more.
"How'd you find out dad?"
There is silence, and it's raw and heavy in the air. Lucky steels himself, locking his jaw as he waits.
"When your mom got sick, I looked for every possible solution, every avenue. I didn't leave a single part of it unturned, and it lead me to Sonny. The Crowbar was in Chicago at that time, and he told me he'd look into it if I worked for him for awhile. So..."
"So you worked for him," Lucky says, shoving back the bile as it slides up his throat. Chicago. Chicago is a wasteland now.
"Yeah. I did. The man has resources. They got someone who found out what... There was something in me, Lucky. It fell through one of those stupid Rifts, and it infects you, brings out some bad tendencies in you, the purer your heart, the harder you fall, and it... it really hits the person you love the most. Because you're connected, and it was... that's what got your mom, Lucky." There's the anger in his father's voice that he hasn't heard in a long time. "It went into her mind and infected her through me, through my love for her."
Like punches deep into his gut. Over and over and over.
A feeling that he can't ignore. It sticks in the whole of him, and it makes it hard to take in a breath.
"Is it still in-- What about Tracy, dad?"
"It's not. They got it out of me. It wasn't an easy process, but it's out." Luke has the scars to prove it. "It's here. It's locked away in a safety box in a closet here."
Lucky opens his mouth to protest.
"Where else are you going to put it?" Luke sounds miserable, and it makes Lucky regret ever asking for the truth. "If it falls into the wrong hands, if it gets free, if someone doesn't understand, it's like it's alive. It can crawl across the ground and find a new host and ruin someone else."
There have been so many secrets, so many lies kept. Even though his father had better reasons for it than Elizabeth or Nikolas did for their secrets, it still hurts. It still feels like betrayal, and he hates himself for trusting so easily, for starting to trust Sonny who never mentioned knowing his father.
It's like Luke can see the wheels turning in his head. He reaches his hand over to Lucky who shrugs it off and looks away. Luke returns his hands to his drink, pressing his fingers against the cool glass. "These people helped me when I really needed it, Lucky. They're good."
"They want me to help. Sonny does. But I'm still a cop," Lucky has finished his glass, and he is no longer looking at his father. His eyes are burning. Everything feels as though it's on fire.
"I won't tell you what to do, cowboy, but you can't save a world using a system that doesn't acknowledge half of that world exists."
More silence. Lucky feels like he will drown in. Your mother.. your mother is sick because of it. She's crazy because of it. It all leads to insanity in this world, doesn't it? And he has one foot in. He thinks about Lena, about Lou, about Sonny. No, he has half of himself in this world already.
There's no turning back. Maybe he really will end up like his mother.
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After his dad has passed out, Lucky remains, sitting, slumped over, unable to sleep. Faces that have only recently become familiar have been passing by throughout their conversation.
Lucky pushes himself up off of the chair, stumbles into a table, into a wall, on to the stairs, gripping the railing and pulling himself up one step at a time. When he reaches the top, he trips, landing hard on his knees.
He lets out a groan before he pushes himself up again. The Crowbar looks blurry, seems to swim in front of him. He rests his hand on the wall as he stumbles along it, looking for the right door.
When he finds it, he knocks, and it's not long before the door opens, revealing Lena on the other side. She's in her pajamas. Her hair is damp, dark with a little red in it still. Even in this light, he can see it. He smells like alcohol, reeks of it. He knows that, but he...
He didn't think before he ended up here and now he doesn't have an explanation for himself or even an apology for possibly waking her up.
"Lucky?"
There's no mistaking the concern on her face as she looks over him. There's no mistaking how it makes him feel to see her in the doorway, how the numbness fades away again replaced by emotion, like a breaking of the dam.
He can trust in this, can't he?
He opens his mouth to speak but steps forward and wraps his arms around her instead, pulling her close as he fights tears. His throat tightens painfully, but she slides her hands up behind him, pulling him into a hug.
He can trust in this.
He can.