Chapter 1

*Background* Four years after Lucky's "death." Liz went to art school in New York a year later, Luke and Laura's grief reunited them. Lucky has been with Helena and Faison all this time.

The Sorbonne, Paris, France, 2004
(my French is kind of rusty, so the dialogue at the beginning may not be completely correct. :-)

The Library was unusually full that day. A young man was studying in the corner for his upcoming programming exam. This was his first year at the school, and he was determined to do well. He was a fairly attractive man, with a nicely trimmed mustache and goatee, and long, dark blonde hair that was always pulled back into a ponytail. He was so involved in his textbook that he didn't hear the young woman approach his table.

"Pardon, c'est ça place saisir?" She asked sweetly.
[Excuse me, is this seat taken?]

He looked up to see a petite, dark-haired girl stading at his table. Although he preferred to study alone, he knew that the library was packed, and that his table was probably the only one that wasn't full. He wasn't used to being around strangers, but this girl seemed very sweet.

He smiled up at her. "Pas du tout."
[Not at all]

She couldn't help thinking how attractive the young man was. He had very deep blue eyes, and a kind smile. He looked somewhat uncomfortable in her presence, so she didn't want to sit down yet. "Ça vous dérange si je siéger voici?"
[Do you mind if I sit here?]

He smiled again, more genuinely this time. She must have sensed his reluctance. "S'il vous plaît, être mon invité," he said, pointing to the chair across from him.
[Please, be my guest]

She smiled and took a seat, opening her books. She looked across the table again at the young man, and noticed that the book he was studying from was in English. She sensed that he didn't want to make small talk, but something about him was familiar. She decided to take a chance.

"Vous parler Anglais?" she asked tentatively.
[You speak English?]

He smiled again. "Yes, I do."

She was surprised to hear that he had no accent. "You're an American?"

He shook his head. "No, I was born and raised in Greece, but my mother was American."

"Was?" she asked, curious.

He nodded solemnly. "Yes, my parents died when I was very young. I was raised by my uncle and grandmother."

She smiled. Maybe she had found a kindred spirit in this man. "My parents died when I was young as well. My uncle also raised me. He's like a father to me now."

"Yes, I feel the same way. My uncle and grandmother have become parents to me. They are all I have known, since I do not remember my parents, although they make sure to tell me about them all the time."

She couldn't shake the feeling that she had met this young man somewhere before. "You said earlier that you grew up in Greece. Have you ever been to the United States?"

He shook his head. "No, coming to school here is the first time I've left the country. Paris is a beautiful city."

"Yes, it is. I don't mean to sound rude, but you look very familiar to me. Do you by any chance have family in the States?" She hoped that she wouldn't scare him off, but the more she talked to him, the more she felt that she knew him.

He nodded. "Yes, my cousin and another uncle live in New York. I've never met them, though, so I can't tell you if I resemble them."

"New York? That's where I'm from. Which city?"

"Port Charles, I believe."

"That must be it, then. Port Charles is where I grew up. I must have known your cousin." Suddenly she realized something. "I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Robin Scorpio."

The young man smiled and shook her outstretched hand, noticing how very thin she was. "Lucien Cassidine."

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