Making Up

by Blu

TITLE: Making Up

AUTHOR: Blu

EMAIL: Blu2cool@AOL.com

NOTE: This is *one of* my first GH fics. Please please please please please send feedback so I can tell if I should write more (oh, all right, I'm going to anyway, but FB is a great thing). My other fic (I am mainly writing on it, but this came to me and I really wanted to write it while it still fit in the scheme of things) is coming more slowly, but I hope to have the first part posted later this week...possibly early next week. It's a much longer fic. Anybody want a taste? I could probably finagle something through email...if you should happen to mention it in a feedback letter (is this just a device to get you to send FB? You know it!).

RATING: PG

CONTENT WARNING: Nothing. Nothing at all. Because they can't kiss yet. Why can't they kiss yet? Oh, yeah...it would ruin the storyline. ::pouting::

Summary: The missing "make up" scene that everyone was waiting for on Mon. and Tues., July 6-7.

DISTRIBUTION: Ask me. I'll say yes.

FEEDBACK: Very welcomed. Critiques as welcomed as anything else. Even flames are preferable to no FB.

DISCLAIMER: All rights to the characters and places and GH and PC reserved for ABC, TPTB, producers, writers, etc. I used the GH stuff for my own personal enjoyment and that of others, not for profit. None of it belongs to me. I have nothing, so don't expect much if you decide to sue. No copyright infringement intended. This story is my own creation, so rights to it belong to me. This story copyrighted© 1998 by Blu.

END AUTHOR'S NOTES. ON TO THE STORY (please note that sentences {or fragments} enclosed in these: < > represent thoughts):

The night air whistled in my ears as I ran through the streets of Port Charles. My lungs burned and my legs felt like jelly. Millions of stars twinkled brightly above, but I didn't have time to stop and look up at them. My mind whirled in circles, yet it kept repeating the same thing over and over.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

Houses were passed by. Their lights shone out into the darkness, falling in patches and shapes.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

Storefronts yawned in the shadows, security lights glowing from the recesses inside.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

My feet slapped against the pavement of the sidewalk in a haunting rhythm. My brain began to shut down from oxygen deprivation.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

When I finally stopped running, I found myself standing in front of a hardware store. I propped my back up against one of the windows. My breath came in gasps; I was panting heavily. I pressed my shaking hands against my eyes and forced myself to get my balance in this spinning world.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

I fought for consciousness as blackness beckoned me from the edges of my mind.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

My heart rate slowed a bit.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

I could once again feel the ground beneath my feet.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

The darkness retreated from my brain.

< Should've kept my mouth shut. >

"No!" I surprised myself by saying aloud. My voice quivered slightly, but I injected as much force into that one word as I could.

If Lucky couldn't live with the fact that I had found comfort in his mother, then it was no loss of mine.

< Liar. >

I wanted to be totally honest with him. If he couldn't handle my honesty, well, it was no skin off of my teeth.

< Yeah, right. You want Lucky to like you. >

But if he couldn't face who I was everyday, twenty-four seven, then he didn't deserve me.

< Maybe in another dimension. Here, he's all you've got. And you just ran away from him. >

He wouldn't listen to me! He just flat-out refused to listen to my side of the story!

< So. You still should've kept your mouth shut. >

I straightened my shoulders and prepared to face the world again. Although, my hands still covered my eyes.

"You really shouldn't be out alone at night. Something could happen."

The familiar voice made me jump. My insides turned to mush. I slowly removed my hands, crossing my arms defensively across my chest.

"Hey," Lucky greeted me, no trace of a smile on his face. He slouched casually against a streetlight. Shadows hid his body from my sight, but his face was lit by the light. His hair was mussed, and he too seemed to be gasping for air.

< Has he been running? >

"Hey," I returned softly.

< Umm...what do I do? What do I do?! >

I lowered my eyes, but my conscience swiftly kicked in and I raised my head and boldly met Lucky's stare head on. His blue eyes bored into mine.

< Is he still mad? >

Lucky's stance indicated irritation, if not full-fledged anger. This was almost the same way he looked when Nikolas got anywhere near. I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

< Why won't he say anything? >

Lucky's face had kept it's carefully blank look until now. Now it softened slightly. His eyes lightened and he stepped nearer. The light shone on his hair now, and I couldn't see the expression of his face.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself."

I struggled for something to say in reply. Nothing came to me. "I-"

< Don't apologize. >

I sucked in a deep breath. The cool air soothed my still laboring lungs. I watched Lucky's body language as he drew nearer.

"I'll walk you home."

< Is it enough? >

I gently clasped Lucky's outstretched hand.

"Thanks."

Butterflies

by Blu

Title: Butterflies

Author: Blu

Email: Blu2cool@AOL.com

Note: This is a sequel to "Making Up". Read it first.

Rating: PG

Content warning: Nothing. Do we all remember the reason?

Summary: Lucky walks Liz home.

Distribution: Ask me. I'll say yes.

Feedback: Very welcomed. Critiques as welcomed as anything else. Even flames are preferable to no FB (truthfully, I have never gotten a flame. I like you people!).

Disclaimer: All rights to the characters and places and GH and PC reserved for ABC, TPTB, producers, writers, etc. I used the GH stuff for my own personal enjoyment and that of others, not for profit. None of it belongs to me. I have nothing, so don't expect much if you decide to sue. No copyright infringement intended. This story is my own creation, so rights to it belong to me. This story copyrighted© 1998 by Blu.

END AUTHOR'S NOTES. STORY:

The walk home seemed much more inviting now that I wasn't walking alone. Even though my heartbeat hadn't slowed any since Lucky had joined me.

< He's just being a gentleman. >

My mouth was dry. It felt like sandpaper. I swallowed roughly. Lucky still hadn't said anything since, "I'll walk you home." I found the silence enveloping us too thick to break through. The light breeze ruffled Lucky's hair and blew mine into my face. I absently flicked it away.

< He's probably still mad, but he's too much of a gentleman to let me walk home alone. >

He had dropped my hand as soon as we fell in step together. But our shoulders brushed every once in a while.

< Stop thinking like that. Bad girl, Lizzie. >

I tilted my head up to gaze at the bright stars above. I could see Lucky's cheek and ear from the corner of my eye. A shooting star zipped across my vision. I watched it for about three seconds, and when I blinked, it was gone.

< Make a wish. >

The thought ran through my head while I returned my eyes on the street before us.

< I'm too old for wishes. Or maybe too bitter. Cynical. >

A late-night jogger turned the corner about a block away. When he passed under a streetlight, I got a look at his face. Murty.

< Ohnoohnoohnoohno. What do I do? Run. Running is good. >

My thoughts were cut off when Lucky's arm snaked around my waist. He tugged me close to his side. Making it hard to stay on balance. Plus, my heart had kicked into overdrive, and my ears were pounding. I fought to focus on Murty, and not Lucky.

My breathing became sporadic as Murty neared us, still jogging. I subconsciously held my breath. Lucky took his eyes off of Murty and turned slightly to me.

"You ok?" he asked in a whisper. His breath tickled my ear and I felt goosebumps form on my skin. I managed to nod and offered him a weak smile.

"I can do this."

Lucky gave me a patented "charming grin". Which made totally forget everything involving Murty for the moment. I fell into his eyes. And wondered how I'd ever get back out.

Reality tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to Murty, who had done the same.

"Y-yes, Mr. Murty?" My voice was a little high-pitched to my own ears. Murty was jogging in place, only steps away from Lucky and myself.

"Isn't it a little late for you two to be galavanting around town?"

Lucky squeezed me tighter. I leaned into him.

"Um... I- we-"

"Were just getting Elizabeth home," Lucky inserted smoothly. I briefly sent a grateful glance in his direction. "Gotta make that curfew," Lucky went on, shooting a hostile glare at Murty. He smiled a cold smile.

"Yeah, I'll bet." Murty's eyes shifted back to me. I itched where they burned into my face. An involuntary shiver crept down my spine. Lucky must have felt it, because he casually rubbed a path from my elbow to my shoulder and back again. This, in turn, caused me to shiver again.

Murty leered at the both of us. I felt faint. My knees began to weaken.

"Come on, Elizabeth. Bye, Mr. Murty!" I heard the false cheer in Lucky's voice as he pulled me away. He had to support most of my weight while we walked away. "Elizabeth? Elizabeth, breathe." Lucky's voice cut through the fog around me. I focused on it. And I breathed. "There. That's better." Lucky guided us around the same corner Murty had come from. We stopped when we were out of his sights, and Lucky turned me to him with his hands on my shoulders.

"Now look at me..." I did. "Everything okay?" I breathed in sharply.

"Just peachy," I answered. I grinned weakly. Lucky's eyes remained glued to my face, seeming to search for any sign that I wasn't all right.

"Lucky, I'm fine." I released a silent sigh.

< If he doesn't stop staring at me... >

Lucky took my face in his hands and stared deep into my eyes.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I was drowning in blue ice. Lucky just kept staring. My heart raced.

< Ohboyohboyohboyohboy. >

Butterflies swirled by the thousand, inside my poor stomach.

< Make a wish. >

That thought set my cheeks on fire. I abruptly stepped away from Lucky and turned toward home. Lucky followed my lead without comment. A few minutes passed in silence. Lucky seemed lost in thought, while I was trying to control my butterflies. He spoke a moment later:

"You know, I *really* hate that guy."

< That was out of the blue. >

"I can identify," I murmured.

"Maybe even more than I hate Nikolas."

"Whoa. That much? I'd say Murty had better watch out."

"Has anybody ever mentioned how irritating you can be sometimes?"

"Oh, once or twice. Why?"

Lucky laughed. My butterflies jumped into action again.