ancient_ofdays

You know the drill.

Lucas gains two new verses for prompts this week. The first is betrayal. This will be set post S7, looking at what Season 8 failed to address - the aftermath of Tiresius and Sugarhorse, and how deep they both go.

The second verse is set pre-Russia, pulling together some of the hints we were given in S7 about what Lucas worked on, leading up to the trip to Russia where he was captured. This 'verse's tag will be 'gang-land'.

Other than that, he's still a chatty muse! Between here and my personal journal there will be more fic going up for him. A lot more!

Image Prompt: Trapped

The Grid felt too small to Lucas. He paced restlessly, travelling between his station and places like the paper records room, the canteen, anywhere he could. When the call came in to meet an asset, he jumped at the chance to get outside, even if it did mean travelling with Ros. All during the car journey he was restless, fidgeting, bouncing his legs, and generally being annoying.

"Will you stop that?" Ros snapped eventually. "Frankly, it's annoying."

( Cut for Season 8 spoilers )

Lucas North
Spooks
Word Count: 686

Lucas trailed his fingers delicately over the spines of the books, neatly stacked on shelves in his flat. He idly noted that he probably had too many of them, but ever since he’d come home, he hadn’t wanted to get rid of anything that was a tangible link to better days, before Russia. He probably should have, used the opportunity to make a completely fresh start, but he liked the books. Just as he happened to like the tattoos, no matter the link to the past.

He smiled as he pulled out a well worn book, placing it on a table before heading to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He was trying to not drink coffee at home – he drunk enough of it on a day to day basis, without being over caffeinated at night. He placed the mug carefully down on the table – on a coaster, placed very precisely, and sat down and opened the book – a copy of the Bible, given to him at his confirmation by his father. He was oddly pleased that MI5, or Elizabeta – he wasn’t sure who, and ultimately didn’t care – hadn’t gotten rid of any of his things, even though the temptation must have been high, given the evidence to suggest that he was dead all that time. They’d simply packed everything and put it into storage.

He carefully flicked through the pages, remembering some of the stories his father had brought to life while telling them. Noah’s ark. Daniel and the lion. David and Goliath. His father had the knack of reaching out to children, making them seem more accessible than anything they had been taught at school. The sign of a good minister, he’d heard teachers say.

After a few minutes, Lucas moved slightly reaching into his pocket, pulling out his mobile, and dialling a number from memory, stopping himself just before pressing ‘dial’. His parents had had trouble dealing not only with the fact he worked for security services, but the fact that he spent eight years in prison, when they thought he was dead. They had taken it as some form of betrayal, that lying to them. Both sides were trying to be honest with each other, to heal the breach, but things were difficult between them.

He tapped his phone against his forehead for a moment, carefully putting it down on the coffee table and picking up his drink. He’d ring tomorrow. Today, he could read the stories, and remember how his father used to tell them.


Lucas North
Spooks
Word Count: 423

An amazing new Lucas vid, with plenty of scenes from S8. Warning - violent and/or disturbing scenes in here.

And dear god, does he wear a lot of blue or what?

Especially with the conclusion of Series 8.

( Don't read if you don't want to hear about S8 )

It had been a long time since Lucas believed in Santa Claus, but watching Elizaveta and her son from a distance made him wistful for those days.

Harry? You owe me money.

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In July I got in line at the supermarket at the same time as someone else and I didn't yield (-8 points). Last Sunday I donated bone marrow to creativemod in a life-saving procedure (300 points). In April I put money in sir_spook's expired parking meter (14 points). In September I broke hauntedrandall's X-Box (-12 points). In August I ruled Canada as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). Overall, I've been nice (994 points). For Christmas I deserve a Nintendo Wii! Sincerely, ancient_ofdays

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Lucas gravitated towards pubs that still had open fires - given the snow and coldness of London at the moment, there was something soothing about them.

So many Americanisms had invaded in the eight years Lucas had been away, but the flavour of candy cane was one he could live with.