MARTYWRITES.COM Presents "THE SEVENTH ROSE" a GH Fan Fiction "The Seventh Rose"


"That isn't funny," Laura snapped. "Not in the least."

"Tell me about it," Luke shot back. "You find out that the old bag is masquerading as your mother, and I find out that the old bag is my mother."

Laura was baffled. "How can that be? Your mother was Lena ....I thought she was Paulena."

Luke shook his head in disgust. "Bobbie's mother. Mine was the other 'Lena'. The 'Hell'Lena."

"This is unbelievable. Unbelievable."

"I know. But, like I said, that leads us to another questions--if she knew this all along, knew that I was her son, and she hasn't been trying to kill us for lo these many years, then who has?"

"Kevin?" Lucy asked, running her fingers over the now stubbled head of her beloved.


"If you were a person..."

"Which I am."

"Who knew something about someone-but you didn't have all the details and you didn't know if it was important or not, but it might be, but you knew that the answers could be gotten from someone if that person would give them, but you didn't know if the first person, who hates the second person would want to know in the first place..."

Kevin lay quietly, letting this skim over the surface of his mind, hoping that it would settle in some sort of an intelligible order. "Uh, you know something about someone."


"Is it bad?"

"I don't think so."

"Is it good?"

"I don't know." She suddenly added. "You know, this is about more than two people. You see, he doesn't know, and I'm doubt if she knows, either, though how I'd know that, I don't know, because I don't know who she is."

Kevin was looking dazed by now, his mind spinning as Lucy continued. "But, there is more than one she here. That is, not here, but you know what I mean. What I mean is, that there are two women involved. Actually three, but I'm only referring to two of them in this instance."

"Hold it, Lucy!! Hold it!!"

"Hold what?"

"Either tell me straight out what this is all about, or don't. Just don't keep..."


"Babbling! Lucy, I'm a reasonably intelligent man, but I'm having trouble following you."

"Okay, well, if you had a sister, would you want to know about it?"

"Is this about me?"

"Of course not. You don't have a sister, do you?"

"Not that I know of, but if I had one, I'd want to know. So, who has a sister?"

"Luke Spencer."

"Of course he has a sister. Bobbie is his sister."

"Well, it's not Bobbie that I'm worried about."

"No?" Kevin grinned. "If I were Luke, I'd be worried about Bobbie. Something tells me that she isn't going to be overly happy to see Luke right about now. So there are more Cassidine/Spencer offspring?"

"A sister, and a deceased brother," Lucy answered. "You know, I'm beginning to put a few things together. Tim told me that Lena-that is Paulena, was an Eckert. My money is on Bill Eckert for the deceased brother."

"Makes sense. From what I heard, Bill greatly resembled Luke, and the resemblance would be much more likely if they shared a father, especially since they look like the father."

"But who was the sister, and where is she? Tim said that she was Hell's own vixen."

Kevin shook his head. "Lucy, why don't you just ask Tim?"

Lucy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I think I'll do that."

"But first," Kevin murmured, pulling her closer to him.....

"Why couldn't you have kept your big mouth shut?" Marty muttered to Tim who sat in his hotel suite. "You realize that this opens up a whole new can of worms, and, unlike some people I know, I don't like being inundated with squirmy problems if I don't have to be. Damnitall, Tim, under the circumstances, she may have to know."

"Unless we can persuade Lucy to keep quiet about this."

They exchanged knowing glances, and Marty remarked dryly. "This is Lucy Coe-Collins we're talking about. My best guess is that Dr. Collins already knows, and unless I'm sadly mistaken, he'll have directed Lucy to ask you and..."

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.

"Tim?? It's me, Lucy! Open up!"

"Have you found her?" Stefan demanded harshly of the man standing in the shadows.

"Not yet."

"Time is of the essence. Find her and bring her to me-but not here. Call me when you've found her, and I'll make arrangements. I must know what she knows before I decide her fate."

Jade Wu smiled at the woman who lay unconscious on the bed in the room in Port Charles. "You'll live, but I'm not at all certain that I'd want to were I in your position."

"Nor would I," Julian agreed, from the entrance to the room. "But she may, yet, prove invaluable."

"What is it, Julian? What is this all about?"

"A quest," he responded, cryptically. "A search for The Seventh Rose."