Nikolas, Lucky and Elizabeth watch Emily expectantly. Lucky is clutching Liz’s hand; Nik is grasping the steering wheel, his knuckles white. Emily smirks. Who’s the center of attention now Lizzie, she thinks bitterly.

"Emily?," Nikolas says, his voice barely controlling his anger.

"Yes?," she replies, softly.

"Would you please explain your feelings to Elizabeth?"

"I said I would."

"Now," Nikolas says forcefully, his grasp still tight around the steering wheel.

"Fine," she replies, fighting back her own anger. Emily swivels in her seat and turns to face Lucky. "It starts with you," she states.

"Me?," Lucky protests. "What do I have to do with any of this?"

"You were my best friend. Do you even remember that?"

"Of course I do."

"Really?," Emily smirks. "You could have fooled me. Remember when we went on the run—to New Mexico, to the desert? Lucky nods. "We were best friends, and I thought we always would be. You had other ideas."

Lucky stares at her, puzzled. "What does this have to do with Elizabeth?"

"I’m getting to that," she spits. "You knew how devastated I was when my mom died. You and Sly were my only friends back then. Sly moved away, and it was you and me. We went on the run—do you remember why? To find my Aunt Corie and to reunite your parents. We were in it together."

"What’s the point of this history lesson?"

"It killed me when I learned that you and your dad faked your mom’s death and you didn’t clue me in."

"I explained---"

"Yeah, you explained. You couldn’t tell me. Then when I od’d on heroin, did you ever even visit me? Did you even care that I could have died?"

"Emily, we made up after all that stuff went down. Don’t you remember that? And I still don’t see what this has to do with Elizabeth," Lucky responds. "I defended you when you were being picked on about the drugs. Funny how you forget that little fact."

"What was that crack now? About drugs killing my common sense?"

"I think Lucky was just defending Elizabeth," Nikolas interjects.

Emily turns to him, smirking. "Since when do you speak for Lucky? You know, the Lucky I know would never make cracks about my drug addiction, considering he’s a gambling addict," she says icily. "You know, I’ve been out of the loop for awhile, you know, since I’ve been modeling, but let’s see… I distinctly remember you two hating each other. Lucky pushed you down the stairs, you saved Lulu and Lucky resented you, and around and around it goes," she laughs bitterly. "Spencer/Cassadine relations almost make the Quartermaine’s seem as wholesome as the Brady Bunch."

"He’s Elizabeth’s friend," Lucky says, "so he’s my—he’s okay by me, I guess." Nikolas turns to Lucky, surprised.

Emily rolls her eyes. "Oh, isn’t this sweet. She even managed to bring you two together. Will wonders never cease," she smirks. She turns her gaze back to Lucky. "Anyways, fine, we made up. We even hung out a couple of times, then they came to town. Sarah, and her sister Liz."

"So what? People move in and out of Port Charles all the time," Elizabeth says, her blood boiling.

Emily ignores her, focusing on Lucky. "The second they showed up, you dropped me faster than I thought was humanly possibly. Suddenly it was hello Sarah and Lizzie and bye-bye Emily."

Lucky’s face becomes ashen, knowing she’s got a point. "We grew apart," he says weakly.

Emily smirks. "Understatement of the year Lucky, and you know it." She sighs. "There was a time that I thought you and me would eventually get together… guess I was dead wrong. The Webber girls come to town and I no longer am good enough for you. You got a crush on Sarah, and she was, like, attached to Nik. I know, because for a few moments, Sarah and I were friends." She turns to Elizabeth. "You were very good at being bad," she says with a laugh. "Sarah told me stories…" She shakes her head, a smile on her lips.

"Shut up," Elizabeth says.

"No, you shut up. Your psycho sister was obsessed with Nikolas. After he got shot, she went to my parents to make sure I couldn’t see him anymore. If she couldn’t talk to him, no one could."

"What does Sarah’s jealousy have to do with me?," Elizabeth cries. "I never did anything to you!"

"Please. From the second you Webber girls came to town, all you’ve done is cause trouble. Lucky and Nik both wanted Sarah, and things only got worse between them. Now, with the blond bimbo out of the picture, they’re both falling over themselves to protect their second choice, the Webber that stuck around. Pathetic to be the second choice isn’t it?"

"At least I was chosen—" Elizabeth fumes.

"—Elizabeth is not my second choice! I was an idiot not to realize how amazing she was sooner!," Lucky shouts. "I’m some judge of character. I was friends with you, I idolized my father, I trusted my mother, I liked Sarah," he says with a hint of disgust, "I overlooked Elizabeth for months. I was an idiot, and I’m finally getting things right. You are not worthy of breathing the same air as Elizabeth Webber."

"Oh, I’m hurt. There you go again defending her. I’m just stating the facts," Emily states.

"You have no idea what Liz has been through," Nikolas says.

"What she’s been through is half the male population of Port Charles."

"You are out of line!," Nikolas berates her.

"Don’t you ever—"

"Shut up, all of you!," Elizabeth shouts, cutting Lucky off. "I can handle this." She glares at Emily. "The only reason you have for hating me is who I am friends with. I’m friends with Nikolas, and I’m with Lucky. You’re jealous. You think I’ve stolen your life or something. You don’t want to be in my position, because you have no idea what it took me to get to this point. You have no idea who I am and what I’ve been through. I have to struggle some days just to get out of bed. I cry myself to sleep at night. When I finally get to sleep, it’s not peaceful or calming.. I have nightmares every night. I live with pain almost every waking hour. And then I have to deal with your petty jealousy and your rude, hateful comments. You have no idea what you’re talking about," Liz sighs, shaking her head. "You’re completely clueless, and I will not sit here and listen to you spew garbage about me, my sister or my friends anymore."

"Oh, it isn’t easy being sleazy, is it, Lizzie?," Emily retorts coldly.

Liz reaches around Emily’s seat, grabbing the seat adjuster. She pulls it up, pushing the passenger seat, with Emily in it, into the dashboard. She unlocks the door, and jumps out, slamming it behind her. She stalks off.

"Ouch!," Emily cries, glaring after Liz.

"Elizabeth, wait!," Lucky cries. He shoves the Em’s seat forward, hopping out the door.

Emily slams the door after him. "What jerks," she mutters.

"You would know," Nikolas says, turning the key in the ignition.

"Excuse me?"

"For awhile, Emily, I thought you had matured. They last few times I’ve seen you, you’ve looked and acted much older than your age would belie. Now I see you’re still just a petulant child."

"Nikolas, I’m sorry—"

"Don’t apologize to me. You owe Elizabeth an apology. She’s the one you hurt."

Emily slouches in her seat. "Where are you taking me?"

"Home. This evening is over," Nikolas replies. Pulling back onto the dark country road, the Porsche tears off into the night.