Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with General Hospital.

A/N: I was so disgusted with the scene between Jason and Elizabeth yesterday that I had to write this. Lucky and Sam deserve so much better than those two. Sorry about the title, I know its horrible. I wasn't able to think of something better.

Moving Beyond Betrayal

Chapter 1

Lucky and Sam stood together waiting for their loved ones to emerge from the smoking rubble. Lucky looked down and noticed Sam shaking. He wrapped his arm around her, allowing them to gather strength from one another. "How long has it been?" Sam whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Almost two hours," Lucky whispered back.

She leaned against his solid body, the exhaustion from the last fourteen hours beginning to weigh on her.

"What was it like in there?" Lucky asked gently.

"Hell. There is no other way to describe it. We were terrorized; treated like scum on his shoe. He made an attempt to break us down and destroy us psychologically."

"How was Lulu?" Lucky asked, suddenly terrified his little sister would fade like his mother.

"Brave. Very brave. Your little sister held her own in there. You should be proud."

Lucky nodded. "I am always proud of her. She is exceptionally resilient. What about Elizabeth?"

"She got a little overwhelmed. She started cramping and that led to labour pains."

"Did she ever calm down?"

"Near the end. What if they don't make it out?" Sam suddenly asked. It was a question they'd both been pondering.

"I can't think like that," Lucky responded delicately. "I can't forgive myself for her being in there, let alone dying in there."

"It's not your fault."

"If I had have been on time she wouldn't have been in the lobby."

"That's still not your fault. You didn't know Craig was going to take over the lobby with a bunch of gunmen."

"I still blame myself."

"Well don't," Sam said, turning to meet his gaze. "Regret and guilt do nothing but destroy you. You can only look forward to what you do have and not what you've lost."

"That's a pretty nice outlook on life," Lucky offered.

"Yeah, I wish I could believe it," Sam said with a laugh.

Lucky held her gaze for a moment. He caught the gentle smile in her eyes and felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly looked away, ashamed at feeling an attraction to Sam when Elizabeth was trapped inside.

Another collapse of the structure sent a wave of fear through the both of them. Sam grabbed Lucky's hand for support and he pulled her closer. She rested her head against his chest and tried to block out the noise. She tried to remember something else; something pleasant. She remembered the time she and Kristina had gone to Disneyland. It was the first time she truly felt like she belonged in a family. She had a sister, and she had sworn in that moment that her sisters would always come first.

"You are so lucky," Sam whispered.

"What do you mean?" Lucky asked, slightly confused.

"You have a child on the way. I just found out before this happened that I can't have a child."

"I'm sorry," Lucky soothed.

"You know that had seemed so significant before this," Sam started. "I was so jealous of Elizabeth."

"You can still adopt," Lucky offered.

"I would just be happy to know Jason is alive."

Lucky rubbed his hand up and down her back lightly, trying to keep the tears from spilling down her pale cheeks. "I would be happy to know Elizabeth is alive," Lucky agreed.

"I'm going to be nicer to Elizabeth from now on," Sam started.

"I think she'd like that," Lucky whispered. Sam closed her eyes and tried to forget the images of Craig tormenting them with his collection of guns. The tears came suddenly and spilled down the front of Lucky's black sweater.

"Maybe I should be nicer to Jason too," Lucky agreed.

"I think he'd like that too," Sam said, her voice wavering as she spoke.

"Hey Lucky, your father just brought your little sister out," Cruz interrupted them.

"Is she okay?"

"She's still breathing, but barely."

"I'll be right back," Lucky explained, as he begrudgingly let go of Sam.

He made his way to Lulu. Her face was blackened with soot, an oxygen mask covered her mouth and nose, and her eyes were closed. She was unresponsive. Luke held onto one hand, while Dillon held on to the other. "Is she okay?" Lucky demanded.

"She needs a transfusion. She has lost a lot of blood," the doctor explained.

"Will she be okay?" Dillon demanded, his voice illustrating his desperation.

"She will probably be fine, but we won't know for sure until we get her to the hospital."

"Oh god," Dillon moaned, lowering his face and whispering something to her that no one else could hear.

"We need to get her to the hospital," the doctor ordered.

"I'm going with her," Dillon insisted.

"Me too," Luke said.

"I'm going to wait here for Elizabeth," Lucky said. "Keep me posted?"

"Don't give up hope son," Luke offered him, wrapping his arm around Lucky's shoulders.

"I won't," Lucky said gently. "Call me when Lulu wakes up."

"I will," Luke promised before walking in the direction of the ambulance.

Lucky returned to Sam, who was standing in the center of the chaos, looking lost and alone. "How is your sister?" Sam asked.

"Unconscious. She apparently needs a transfusion."

"I'm sorry Lucky. I hope she is okay," Sam offered.

"Me too."

"Do you want a coffee?" Lucky asked suddenly.

"I would love a coffee," Sam said, as a gentle smile spread across her face.

"I'll be right back," Lucky whispered. Sam nodded and waited patiently for his return.

He returned only moments later with two steaming cups in hand and two muffins. "I think you should eat something."

"Thank you Lucky."

"No problem."

They stood together for another hour and then Mac approached them. "I'm sorry guys. There has been no sign of Elizabeth or Jason."

"What does that mean? They have to be in there somewhere," Lucky insisted.

"The rescue dogs couldn't find them."

"How is that possible?" Sam demanded.

"Maybe they were knocked to a floor below. I'm sure their bodies will be recovered at some point. I'm so sorry guys."

"They're dead…" Lucky uttered, unable to keep the tears from spilling down his face.

"No, you're mistaken," Sam shouted. "You're wrong. Find them," she shrieked. Lucky pulled her body tightly against his, as she broke down. She collapsed against him and they sunk onto the ground so that he could hold her. Together they cried, giving the reporters something to talk about and the rest of the hostages and cops something to pity.

"This is all my fault," Lucky sobbed.

"It's not. It isn't our fault. There was nothing we could do," Sam tried to comfort him.

"First my mother; now Elizabeth and our child."

"I'm sorry Lucky."

"I'm sorry too."

"Come on guys, let's get out of here," Alexis suggested.

"I can't leave until they find Elizabeth's body," Lucky said.

"I'm going to stay with Lucky," Sam insisted.

"Stay warm," Alexis order, handing them each blankets to wrap around their bodies.

"You should go home with your mom and get some rest," Lucky said with concern.

"As if I'd be able to sleep," Sam retorted. "I'd rather stay with you."

"I'd like that," Lucky said. Sam gave him a sad smile, before resting her head against his chest. They moved to the cement steps attached to one of the buildings across from the hotel. They sat down and huddled together for warmth.

Together they watched the sun rise behind the smoking rubble that had buried the loves of their lives, or so they thought. As daylight emerged, they couldn't remove their eyes from the blackened remains. Lucky's cell phone started ringing and he excused himself to answer it.

"Spencer."

"Hey Son, any luck?"

"The rescue dogs couldn't find her. Search and rescue are still searching for their bodies on the other floors."

"I'm sorry Lucky."

"How's Lulu?"

"She's awake. She lost a lot of blood, but she's going to be fine. She wanted me to tell you that she's sorry about Elizabeth."

"I'm glad she is going to be okay. Tell her I'll come visit her when I can."

"Of course Son. I'm really sorry about Elizabeth."

"Me too," Lucky said gently, before closing his phone and sliding it back into his pocket.

He sat back down beside Sam. "Any good news?" she asked.

"Lulu woke and she's going to be okay."

"I'm glad."

"Me too. At least something went right."

"You're lucky you have so much family to be there for you."

"You have your Mom."

"She was only here out of a sense of obligation. I hurt my mother last summer and she hasn't been able to forgive me."

"Sometimes it takes something like this to realize what is truly important and to forgive those that hurt us in the past."

"I don't blame her for being unable to forgive me."

"You deserve someone Sam."

"Thank you Lucky," she said softly, truly moved by his kindness.

"You're welcome. I really mean that. I'd like to be here for you."

"That's so sweet. I must warn you, I'm a bit of a handful. I'm impulsive and I like to take chances. I do things without thinking about them and…"

"That's okay. You don't have to be perfect. No one is."

"Yes, but I'm worse than most people."

"No you're not. You're loyal and caring. You have a lot of love to give. You give your heart fully. You don't hold back. Those are good things."

"You don't even know me."

"I can read you," he whispered. She lifted her gaze to his and stared into his eyes. They smiled slowly and then moved toward one another. Their mouths were less than two inches apart before someone called for them.

"Lucky, we found them and they're alive," Cruz shouted.

"Are you sure?" Lucky exclaimed, as he and Sam pulled apart, both feeling guilty for what had almost happened.

"They were trapped in an elevator but they're fine."

Slowly, they let go of each other, both suddenly feeling cold from the loss of body heat. They stood up and went towards the doorway, where both Elizabeth and Jason emerged.

"Jason," Sam squealed as she raced to his side.

"Elizabeth," Lucky shouted to her, as he reached her shivering body.

"We have something to tell you," Jason said slowly. Lucky and Sam looked at one another in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" Lucky demanded. "Are you okay?"

"We're fine," Elizabeth said. "But there is something you need to know."

"You should be checked out first," Lucky insisted.

"Lucky stop," Elizabeth ordered. "You need to hear this."

"Okay what is it?" Sam said, her confusion evident in her tone.

"This child isn't yours Lucky," Elizabeth started.

"What?" Lucky and Sam exclaimed in unison.

"I'm the father," Jason continued.

"I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't," Elizabeth cried.

"You slept with Jason," Lucky muttered, his voice low and filled with rage. "You couldn't even tell me? You let me think this child was mine?"

"I'm so sorry," Elizabeth started.

"I don't want to hear it," Lucky muttered. "Sam, can I give you a ride somewhere?" Lucky asked her gently. He met her tear filled eyes and felt his heart break for her.

"Anywhere but here," she whispered.

"Sam?" Jason called.

She ignored him, sliding her hand into Lucky's and letting him lead her away from the chaotic scene. Together they felt their hearts shatter as their worlds fell apart.