Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from the show *General Hospital*. I am just borrowing them for a short while. A very short while. I got the idea for this fic from another GH fic called New Beginnings by Mandy Cooke. At the time when I was reading that fic, I was also listening to Sheryl Crow’s song Run, Baby, Run from her debut album Tuesday Night Music Club. Anyway, back to my point. This isn’t the longest story that I’ve ever written, and it goes kinda fast, because I didn’t have a full outline of what I wanted to happen in this fic. All I knew was the beginning (ch. 1) and the ending (epilogue). So, I repeat, this isn’t the best thing I’ve written for the aforementioned reasons. But, people like it, so I keep on writing. Anyway, I’m going to try my hand with soap opera fanfiction again with a fic for Ryan and Gillian Lavery from *All My Children* and one for the new NBC soap *Passions*. Anyway, enough of my psycho babble, and onto the story.

Run, Baby, Run

By: Tiffany (a.k.a. ValTif and Vallery Cassadine)

I called them into the questioning room and asked them to tell me what had happened. Faison had been caught a few weeks ago, and had told them his side of what happened. He told them where Lucky and Liz had settled down for a while due to what his spys had told him.

I then told a few officers to go get them and let them know that it was safe to come home. They had come home with the officers that had I had sent after them.

They had come straight to the station to give their stories. Luke, Laura, Nikolas, Emily, and Audrey were all waiting at the station for their arrival. At first no one believed that Lucky was alive...but then Faison had shown us all the security tapes that he had from when he had imprisoned Lucky.

Now here they were, in the questioning room.

“Now tell me what happened, in your own words,” I said after I turned on the tape recorder.

Chapter 1: Lucky's Perspective

I looked at Liz who was sleeping in my arms. She looked so sweet and peaceful. I felt a pang of guilt.

*I shouldn't have taken her away from her home,* I thought. *She deserves better than this.*

I thought back to the last year, starting with when Cesar Faison had faked my death and locked me up in a room in his headquarters.

Faison had constantly threatened me with Liz's life. I didn't want anything to happen to Liz, so he always did what Faison had told him to do.

Every night I thought up plans that might work to get me out of my prison. Every night I plotted and planned, until I came up with the one that got me out. I had tried numerous escapes, but none of them had worked, I always got caught.

The latest plan had gotten me roughed up pretty badly. My eye was still a bit swollen, my face still had bruises, and my wrist was still badly sprained. Faison had threatened me, saying that even if I escaped, which was the most unlikely possibility, he would hunt me down, catch me, turn in my father for helping him smuggle diamonds, as well as forcing me to watch Liz's death in person. That had knocked me off balance for a while, but I was determined to get out...after I thought of a way to keep his love safe.

Even through all that, I knew that this plan would work. I used the computer in my room to reprogram the security cameras to show past scenes of me sleeping during the night. I had been using the scenes for a few nights, to see if Faison would catch on. So far, he hadn't.

Then it was finally the night for the escape. I made sure the scenes played, then used the computer to set off the alarms in the other end of the building. Then I forced the door open, and knocked the guard unconscious with a dictionary that was in the room. I was able to make his getaway unnoticed.

Then I hitchhiked his way back to Port Charles, intent on warning Liz to watch out for Faison. I was also going to make a visit to Sonny, asking him if he could arrange for someone to protect her 24 hours a day until Faison was caught.

It was around 11 PM when I climbed up to Liz's bedroom window and looked in. She was still up putting the finishing touches on a picture of Lulu and Nikolas she had painted for Laura. She looked so beautiful. God how I had missed her.

I knocked lightly on the window to get her attention. She quickly spun around and looked as if she were about to faint. She slowly walked to the window, not believing that I was there. She opened the window to let me in.

"Lucky? Is it really you?" she asked, her eyes tearing up.

"Yes it is, Liz. I'm really here," I answered as I reached out and softly touched her cheek.

"You're still alive? How-?"

"It's a long story." I reached out and enfolded her in my arms, not wanting to let her go.

"I've missed you so much. Everyone has. Are you here to stay?"

I pulled back to look into her eyes. "I really wish that I could, but I can't."

"Why not?"

I told her the whole story. "And that's why I came here, I had to warn you to be careful. I believe that Faison really *will* harm you. I don't want you to be hurt on my account."

"Lucky, we can beat him. You taught me that we can beat anything."

"Liz, you don't know how much I want to stay here," I said as I stood up from my place on the bed. "But I don't want anyone other than Faison to get hurt from this. And I know someone will get hurt. I won't allow that to happen." I looked at the clock on Liz's bedside table. It read 12:30 am. "By now Faison knows I've escaped. I need to go I'm sorry. I'll go visit Sonny and have him send someone over to protect you." I pulled her in for another hug, and a soul-searing kiss.

"Lucky, don't," Liz said, somewhat breathlessly, after we broke the kiss.

"Don't what? You know I have to leave. It's for the best."

"Not that. Don't go visit Sonny."

"I have to. I need to know that you're safe."

"And you will."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm coming with you."

My jaw dropped. “Liz, you can’t. A life on the run isn’t what you deserve.”

“I don’t care. I need to know that you’re safe too. Lucky, I can’t be away from you again. I miss you too much. I need to be with you!”

“Liz...” I trailed off as he saw the determination on her beautiful face. “You do know that once we leave, you won’t be able to come back until Faison is caught...don’t you?”

Liz hugged me. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure that I wanted to come with you.” She walked over to her dresser and started to pack a few clothes in her backpack. Then she took out all the money she had a stuffed in her purse.

“I’ll go down to the kitchen and get some food.”

Before I could say anything, she was gone and back again. She shoved the food in the backpack, then wrote a note to Audrey saying that she was all right.

“Do you think I should explain why we’re leaving?”

“I don’t know...I’ve never done this before either.”

Liz signed her name and put down the pen. “Let’s go.”

That had been two days ago. I made sure that Liz was peacefully asleep, and went to the pay phone that was nearby. I called Mac Scorpio anonymously and warned him about Faison. Then I walked back to Liz and lay down next to her and fell asleep.

Chapter 2: Liz's Perspective

We were on the run again. It felt so good to be holding his hand. Having him here. I missed him so much when he was presumed dead. Lucky is the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.

I was just putting the finishing touches on the painting of Nikolas and Lulu for Laura, thinking of Lucky, when there was a tapping at my window. I spun around and saw him standing there.

At first, I couldn’t believe it. I was so happy. We talked for a while, Lucky explained about what had happened. Then he had to leave.

I couldn’t just let him leave my life again. Now when I just got him back again. I told him that I was going with him and that I couldn’t let him go again. I’m so glad that he finally stopped protesting.

After we left Port Charles we traveled for a couple of days. Those days turned into a couple of weeks, when we finally settled down in the small town of Prairie du Sac, in Wisconsin.

We settled down there longer than we did anywhere else. We got ourselves some jobs and an apartment to stay in for a while. That’s where the police found us saying that they caught Faison.

We were so relieved that we could go home and get back to our normal lives. They way things were before the kidnapping. And as soon as Faison’s behind bars for good, we can do that.

I smiled at Mac and Lucky.

“I guess it’s over. You have Faison, and we’re back in town and ready to testify against him if we’re needed to do so,” I said.

“Yes it is over. And everyone is so glad that you two are ok,” Mac said. “And don’t worry, Faison is going to be in jail for a very long time.”

“Thanks, Mac,” Lucky said. I nodded in agreement.

“Thank you for your statements. You can go on home now.”

“Thank you,” I said again as we stood up and went back to where our families were waiting.

After this whole ordeal, it was going to be hard to leave Lucky again. Even if it was only for the night.

He hugged me. “Good night, Liz. Get a good night’s sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You too,” I replied, going off with Grams back to the house.

I went over to Liz’s around ten the next morning. She greeted me at the door with a hug. Earlier on the phone we had planned to spend the day in her living room listening to music and relaxing. It felt really good to be back in Port Charles after such a long time away.

I held onto Lucky’s hand and led him to the couch and asked him if he wanted anything to eat or drink. He said sure and I got him a pepsi and brought one for myself as well. I sat down next to him on the couch and put my head on his shoulder. It felt so good to just sit there with him listening to music.

I slowly got up and asked her to dance. She got up and put her arms around my neck as I put my hands on her waist. We started to sway with the music.

As we danced, I looked up into Lucky’s eyes. “You know, the chorus reminds me a little bit of us and when we were on the run. Doesn’t it?”

I smiled at her. “It does, a little bit.”

Baby loves to run

I heard from the guard that Lucky Spencer and his girlfriend were found and brought back to town.

I can’t believe that I was caught smuggling diamonds through Port Charles. They knew that I wasn’t telling the whole truth about what I had been up to while here in town, especially after they saw some of the security tapes in my headquarters that had young Lucky Spencer on them from his stay. I was forced to tell the truth. But it only makes things more interesting.

I know that the whole town is going to put me away for as long as they can manage it. But they don’t know what I do. I’m getting out. Sooner or later and then they’ll all pay. I’ll make sure of it.