My Last Name
by LexCorinthos

Normal people don't wake up in bed next to their daughters exes … but she is a Cassadine and normal isn't a word commonly used in their vocabulary, so waking up next to Lucky Spencer shouldn't have been that much of a surprise, right?

It was all Sam and Jerry's fault anyway; they started the mess.

16 Hours Before

"What the hell do you mean? Sam and Jerry took the Jacks' jet to Vegas! Do not tell me to calm down, Diane … no, I'm calling Nikolas to fuel up the jet right now … damn it ... because she's my daughter, and she's in way over her head with him … I can't talk right now, I'm going to Vegas," she announced.

Lucky stood in her doorway dumb struck.

"Lucky," she muttered softly, hoping he hadn't heard the extent of her conversation.

"They went to Vegas together?"

"Apparently."

Nodding, he said, "I'm going with you."

"Lucky, you don't--"

"Come on, Alexis … we both know why people go to Vegas all spur of the moment."

She threw up her hands. "Fine, be at the airport in an hour. I have to call Nikolas and find something for the girls … God, I did not need to deal with this right now," she fumed, slamming around the paperwork.

Lucky touched her arm. "Hey, we're going to find out what's going on, okay?"

She looked into those warm azure eyes. "I hope you're right."

15 Hours Before

"Thank you, Nikolas … I know, sweetheart, okay … I love you too," she said before clicking the phone off.

Lucky walked in as she finished.

"Alexis," he greeted her stoically.

She smiled sadly at the young man. This was probably harder on him than her because she had warning signs that Jerry hadn't evolved from being a prick … she admitted there were huge, glaring warning signs that she had ignored, so the guilt fell on her. For Lucky it had been different. Sam's plan had spiraled out of control … one minute they were conspiring to bring Jerry down together and the next the woman he loves was running off to Vegas to marry him.

"You ready?" she asked buckling her seat belt.

He nodded. "As I'll ever be."

10 Hours Before

The flight had been mostly quiet: Lucky tried to sleep, Alexis worked on a case file. When the plane finally landed at Las Vegas airport both released the breath they had been holding.

The limo pulled onto the tarmac and a driver greeted them: "Mr. and Mrs. Cassadine."

Lucky looked to Alexis and she shrugged, too tired to correct the man. Driving down the strip the lights sparkled like diamonds in the sky … promising fun, glamour, riches to be won … but to Alexis they represented shards of glass, each one cutting her as the blocks passed.

9 Hours Before

"The Chapel of Love, okay … 2790 Tropicana Way … Spinelli, you are my hero," she said, slamming the phone onto the cradle in the suite in The Palms.

Lucky raised his eyebrows. "Spinelli?"

"Well, he is the best … and he got a lead: a credit card used by Sam at The Chapel of Love. The limo is meeting us downstairs."

8 Hours Before

"By the power vested in me in the state of Nevada I now pronounce you man and wife."

"Don't even think about touching me, Jerry!"

"Oh, darling, you can't even spare a smooch for your, what is it, sixth or seventh husband?"

Alexis stood there, heart in teeth.

Lucky's hand touched her shoulder before the happy couple turned to them.

"Mom … Lucky," Sam said breathlessly.

Jerry smiled. "Well, look, we have our very own wedding reception!"

Turning on her heel, Alexis burst through the chapel doors and jumped back in the limo with Lucky hot on her heels.

"Go! Go now!" she ordered the driver.

When they stopped at a light, Alexis opened the door and hopped out.

"What the hell?" Lucky muttered, chasing after her. "Alexis, where, where are you going?" he asked as she made her way down the sidewalk.

Turning to him, she laughed bitterly. "I'm going to Margaritaville," she said, pointing at the restaurant. "And I'm going to get one for each hand … or is that the piña colada song? Anyway, you can go back to the hotel, fly back to Port Charles, or go join Thunder from Down Under … but I, my friend, am getting myself a drink," she said, stripping her blazer off and throwing it to on the sidewalk.

There was something in the way she swished her hips that led him to follow her. Alexis Davis was going to find trouble tonight, and she was looking for it.

"Yes, two margaritas … give me a Last Mango in Paris, and hell, let's be honest … give me the Italian margarita … and for him, a Who's To Blame … because really … who is to blame?"

6 Hours Before

"I can even tie a cherry stem with my mouth … and I can't even get a terrorist to commit to me?" she lamented, downing the last of her seventh margarita.

"I mean is there something wrong with me? Am I unattractive?"

Lucky let his eyes slowly appraise her body … the black camisole she had worn under the long disregarded blazer hugged her curves perfectly … the jeans clung tight her to nicely shaped ass. "You are definitely not unattractive," he told her over the table.

She rolled her eyes. "What would you know, you're drunk."

"I would know that a man that didn't appreciate a beautiful, vivacious, sexual woman like you is an idiot."

The exposed skin on her neck flushed with the compliment and the alcohol. "Yeah, well, a woman who lets you go is blind, deaf, dumb, or all three."

He threw back the last of his drink.

"Why are we so unlucky in love if we are such catches?" she asked sadly.

For a moment he pondered the question, and then he answered, "Hell if I know."

"Oh, enough of this sad drunk, let's dance!" Alexis exclaimed before stumbling off her chair.

Lucky's reflexes helped catch her. "Uh, why don't we try walking first … like to our hotel."

"Party pooper," she said, holding onto his arm.

It felt really good to have a woman that needed him, and if he'd been sober it would have ended there … but having a soft pliable body pushed into the hard lines of his was causing any rational thoughts that were left to be lost in translation.

As they walked out Alexis tripped again, knocking him back so that their bodies were mashed together, faces close, breaths mixing in the air. "Oops," she said laughing.

"Oh, God, my head," Lucky Spencer muttered, brining his left hand to his forehead. The coolness he felt made his eyes burst open, as he held out his fingers in front of his face … this couldn't be happening.

5 Hours Before

"So, you two are sure you want to get married?"

Lucky looked at him. "Don't we look sure?" Then he turned to Alexis. "We're sure, right?"

"Hell, if Sam and Jerry can do it, we can do it too."

"Damn straight, let's do this."

Naked … she was naked … and there was a naked man against her … a groaning naked man … a groaning naked Lucky Spencer … who was eyeing his hand conspicuously.

That was when she held hers up in the blinding light … and the world spun.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride."

The preacher didn't get a chance to finish the statement before alcohol laden mouths were crashed together, tongues dancing, lips suckling.

"Hotel … now," she said before they ran out.

4 Hours Before

"I can't get it in."

"What do you mean you can't get it in?" Alexis asked as Lucky jiggled the keycard.

She grabbed it out of his hand and slid it in. "GREEN!" she yelled before they toppled through the door.

Laughing, she fell on top of him. "Whoops!"

"Funny," he said, his voice low, his body tensing at the feel of her pressed against him.

Her hand slid under his shirt. "Wow."

No other words were exchanged as his mouth captured hers.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she muttered loudly.

Something about those words jarred his memory, and his eyes became wide as saucers. "Quiet, please, Alexis, shhh," he begged, the sound of her ranting making him unable to think clearly.

Hopping off the bed she wrapped the sheet around her, leaving him naked. "Oh my God, cover that thing up please," she said, covering her eyes with one hand.

Pulling the comforter over himself, he sighed. "Alexis, please calm down."

"CALM DOWN?? You're naked, I'm naked, and we were naked together … that much I remember," she said still feeling the trace of his kisses along her skin.

He managed to locate his boxers and pulled them on before getting up to where she was pacing, still wrapped in the linen. "And what's worse … I think we're married." She held up her left hand.

Bits and pieces of memories flooded his brain. Too many margaritas, the little chapel on the strip, her naked skin pressed against his, her tongue in his ear, the feel of her writhing underneath him ...

"EARTH TO LUCKY!" she yelled, and he groaned again.

His hands came to her shoulders. "Okay, calm down, Alexis. Right now my head is pounding so hard that I can't think straight."

"Okay, calm," she said, as she began moving away.

The weight of his foot dragged the sheet, causing her to trip over her own feet and fall right back in his arms … naked.

"Oh God ..." She felt her skin tingle, not sure if it was from the cool air or the warmth of Lucky's chest.

She avoided his gaze, and then she felt his body respond to her.

"Um ..."

For a moment she hesitated, but when the tingly feeling overwhelmed her, she threw caution to the wind.

"Well, we're married already, right?" she said just before her hand slipped inside of his boxers.

Two Days Later

"So we just sign here and here and this marriage is annulled," she told him smiling.

His azure eyes twinkled. "It was a hell of a run, wife," he teased.

Dimples etched into her cheeks. "I have to say, you may have taken Jax's place as my favorite ex-husband," she said signing the paper after him.

"So, we should celebrate," he said.

She nodded. "We should."

"Back to the hotel?" he asked anxiously.

That boyish grin would be the end of her, she knew, and her heart started beating fast in anticipation, until all she could do was nod.

"Back to the hotel."

The End