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Overnight Therapy - Chapter Twenty-Eight

Title: Overnight Therapy

Author: LSM71059
Fandom: Spooks
Characters: Lucas
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Season Seven
Summary: Lucas North has someone to confide in and take care of him when the nightmares and bad flashbacks happen.
Disclaimer: All Spooks Characters are the intellectual property of the BBC.
The Inspiration for this story was taken from the song "South City Midnight Lady" by the Doobie Brothers
(Time Line for chapter: Between Episodes 7.03 & 7.04)


 Chapter Twenty-Eight

Lucas was impressed that even though she was blushing slightly which meant being a bit uncomfortable for her, Lori held his gaze. He studied her face closely. 

He noted how doe like and what a rich brown her eyes were. On the left eyelid was some red discoloration, he wonder if it was a birthmark or from an injury. The right iris had a darker brown line that ran from the pupil to the white of her eye. She had a scar on the left of her chin and two small ones on either side of her upper lip. He was tempted to run a finger over the areas he’d been looking at but didn’t want to release her hand.

The urge to kiss the lips he’d been studying became overwhelming. As he bent closer to her face, Lucas thought better of it knowing that he didn’t want to use his new found friend as a rebound or substitute. He still needed time to move on from Elizabeta. He kissed Lori’s forehead instead. Feeling it best to get out of the close proximity to her and out of temptation’s way, Lucas raised his head up again to look at her. He said, “So, I promised you Chinese earlier. And I’m sure it’s time you were eating something. We can’t have you fainting again on my watch. Why don’t I get up, grab a quick shower and a change of clothes over at my place then go fetch the food while you take a nice hot bath before we eat.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Lori said giving Lucas’ arm a pat before releasing the hand she’d been holding and started to roll over on her side to get up.

Lucas gave a small rueful smile looking at her back before following suit. He sat on the edge of the bed as he slipped on his shoes. Suddenly a pillow hit the back of his head. He turned round to see Lori grinning as she had another one poised to strike. He picked the original pillow up she had fired at him saying, “Careful now, don’t start what you don’t intend to finish.”

Lori laughed as she kneeled on the bed, swinging the pillow in her hand full force at Lucas’ side. She said, “Oh I fully intend on finishing this.”

He picked up the pillow by his back and wheeled it at her side only using half of his strength. They swatted each other back and forth laughing as they did. All at once, the end stitching of Lori’s pillow gave way and feathers flew everywhere as she continued to assault Lucas. He took the opportunity to catch Lori off balance and pinned her on the bed with her arms above her head and his leg over hers. He grinned at her and said, “Say Uncle.”

“Never,” Lori grinned back breathing quite hard and trying to squirm out from underneath his hold.

Lucas said, his breathing normal, “You are a scrappy one, aren’t you?”

“Remember, I grew up with boys. I had to be to survive,” Lori sassed as the feathers floated down on top of them.

He couldn’t help but shake his head to try and remove the feathers from his hair. He said, “I can’t remember the last time I was involved in a pillow fight that ended with feathers everywhere. I must admit, it was fun. You do have an inner child just begging to be let out don’t you?”

“You say that like it might be bad thing,” Lori said still grinning, her breathing starting to return to normal.

“Not at all, I quite enjoy it. You are an enigma, one minute, the hard hitting all business woman, the next an ornery little minx getting in to mischief and then after that a thoughtful, caring, understanding individual,” Lucas said very heartfelt.

“Well, did you ever think maybe it’s you that brings out the second two parts?” Lori asked still trying to get out from his under his grip.

‘An interesting notion,” Lucas said. “Now, promise me if I let go, you will behave.”

Lying very still, Lori rolled her eyes before responding, “Ummm, ok.”

Lucas gave her a suspicious look, “You are up to something,”

“Who me?” Lori asked looking very picture of innocence.

“Yes, you and don’t try looking all innocent. It doesn’t work on me,” Lucas said as he slowly started to remove his leg from the top of hers.

Once his leg had cleared hers, Lori swiftly rolled with all her might causing Lucas to roll over on to his back. She was on top of him nose to nose but he still had hold of her arms above her head. She said, “Now, who needs to say Uncle.”

Lucas just laughed before rolling both of them over. He said as he looked down at her, “I believe that would be you.”

“Damn,” Lori said under her breath. “You are good.”

“Why thank you for the compliment,” Lucas said as he proceeded to move off her and let her go. “So, does this mean I qualify to see to your personal protection while you are here?”

“I’d be a fool to say no,” Lori said as an answer while sitting up and picking feathers out of Lucas’ hair. “You are mess.”

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Lucas asked as he sat up himself and started to remove feathers from Lori’s hair.

“Hang on,” Lori said as she moved off the bed and over to the chest of drawers retrieving her brush. She kneeled back on the bed behind him and began to softly brush Lucas’ hair. It only took twenty strokes to remove the debris from his hair.   Finishing she handed him the brush, moved in between his legs removed her scrunchie, shook out her hair and said, “Your turn.”

Lucas watched as she shook out her hair and took the brush lightly caressing his fingers against hers as he did. His hands slightly shook as he reached up to brush her hair. The intimate contact had sent a little shiver up his spine. 

“Mmmm, that feels so nice,” Lori said softly under her breath as she sat between his legs with her hands resting on his knees.

Even after all the feathers were removed, Lucas continued to gently brush her hair. He could tell she was enjoying it as much he was.  Keeping count, when he reached 100, he stopped brushing, moved her hair to one side, put his arms around her waist giving her a squeeze, lightly kissed the back of her neck, then requested, “Please leave your hair down, I like it that way.”

Lori had sighed when he stopped brushing. She rolled her neck around and said, “Alright, if you like.”

Lucas’ stomach growled breaking up the intimate moment. It had been close to eight hours since they’d had breakfast. Turning around to grin at Lucas, Lori said, “Sounds like I’m not the only one who needs to eat. Tell you what, let me makes us a little snack to tide us over before straightening up this mess, getting cleaned up and changing clothes. Then since we are both so well rested, I’ll accompany you to the Chinese place, deal?”

“Deal, but nothing too elaborate, maybe a cup of tea and a biscuit or something like that,” Lucas agreed.

“Ever had a tramp sandwich?” Lori asked getting up and extending her hand to help pull Lucas up.

Not really needing to, but since she had offered it, he took her hand as he stood saying, “Can’t say that I have, and what pray exactly is a tramp sandwich?”

She kept hold of his hand as she led him down the hall to the kitchen, putting on the kettle for tea and starting to make the sandwiches as she talked, “A tramp sandwich consists of bread, cheese and jam. It got its name because my kind hearted Grandma couldn’t turn away the tramps that used to show up her at door asking to work for some food. This was during the Great Depression back in the 1930’s. She didn’t have much to offer but what little the family did have, she shared. She had an abundance of cheese, jam and bread, so she made the tramps the cheese & jam sandwiches. My mom made them for us when we were little and always told us the story of why they were called tramp sandwiches. Here try one.”

She held one up for Lucas to take a bite holding a napkin under it. He obliged and chewed. After he swallowed, he said taking the rest of the sandwich and the napkin from her, “This is quite tasty. Your Grandma must have been an extraordinary individual. It would have been a pleasure to meet her. She sounds like she was kind and generous just like you.”

“Yes, she was lovely, a true angel here on earth,” Lori said wistfully. “I do my best to try to emulate her.”

Lucas smiled at Lori as he took another bite of his sandwich. He knew if he complimented her anymore, she would get embarrassed but was pleased she had seemed to accept his last one with no difficulty. Perhaps it was because she thought it was directed more towards her Grandma than herself. 

When the kettle whistled, Lori put down her sandwich and removed it from the stove to make the tea. Lucas finished his sandwich before pulling down two cups from the cabinet. He said, “Here let me finish the tea, you finish your sandwich.”

Lori teased as she relinquished the kettle to him, “I bow to the Englishman’s expertise in this matter.”

It was Lucas’ turn to roll his eyes, he said, “Oh I don’t know, you did quite well the other morning making it. If one didn’t know it, they would make the assumption you were a Brit.”

Lori just grinned due to her mouth being full of tramp sandwich. She chewed and swallowed before saying, “Yea, that would last until they heard my Midwestern accent. Then I would be found out.”

Lucas said as he put three heaping teaspoons of sugar in to Lori’s tea, “If I remember correctly, you like your tea extra sweet.” Then he added just to get a reaction from her, “Just like you.”

Lori took the cup from Lucas and said, “Honestly, I prefer my tea not only sweet but iced.” So in that regard yes, I like my tea like me…………cold as ice.”

“Come now, you are anything but cold as ice, Lori,” Lucas said picking up his own cup of tea and leaning against the counter, crossing his legs.

Lori getting serious said, “When the occasion calls for it, I really can be ice cold.”

Lucas looked at her a bit quizzical wishing she would elaborate what occasion would require her to be that way. But judging it would dredge up a bad memory, he chose not to pursue it. Instead he said, “This was a delightful snack. I think I have enough strength now to complete of my mission.”

Lori sat down her cup of tea and smiled as she felt the muscle in Lucas’ arm. She joked, “Man, I don’t know, feels a little weak to me.”

“Right, I’ll show you weak,” Lucas said quickly scooping Lori up and throwing her over his shoulder before making his way back down to the bedroom and tossing her on to the bed causing the feathers to scatter. She laughed the entire time which was music to Lucas’ ears. He asked, “Where might I locate a vacuum to sweep up all these feathers?”

Sitting up and moving off the bed, Lori said, “I’ll get it, since you did such a fabulous job earlier, why don’t you shake out the comforter and remake the bed.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lucas said giving her a mock salute.

Lori retorted as she snapped to attention and gave him a sharp salute, “If you are going to salute, you have to do it correctly.”

Then she turned on her heel and left Lucas alone to remake the bed. He was going to ask her to teach him how to do it properly but she hadn’t stayed long enough for him to do so. Instead he turned his attention to setting the bed to rights. Picking up the empty pillow sack and tossing it on to the floor for now, he had to smile at the fresh memory of the pillow fight. He decided that it would be necessary to lay in a supply of pillows in case there was a chance of a rematch. Shaking out the comforter by the side of the bed caused feathers to fly in most every direction just as Lori returned with the vacuum. She plugged it in and started to suck up the feathers as he took the remaining three pillows and laid them across the head of the bed before smoothing out the comforter over the top. He managed to scoop up the empty pillow sack off the floor and toss in to the bin right before Lori came round with the vacuum to finish.

He unplugged the cord for her and wrapped it up, then asked, “Where would you like this stowed?”

“There’s a cupboard in the office where it goes,” Lori said as she quickly ran a dust cloth over the tops of the end tables and the wardrobe.

Lucas quickly stowed the vacuum. He met Lori in the hall as he returned. She said, “A little teamwork goes a long way to getting a task complete in a timely fashion.”

Lucas responded, “I whole heartedly agree. Now, how long do you need to get cleaned up and changed? You do know I’d be more than happy to go for Chinese and bring it back here, don’t you?”

She said in her best drama queen imitation, “Oh, I get it. You are too ashamed to be seen in public with me. No, no, that’s fine. I’ll just stay here, clean up and set the table in preparation for your return.”

Lucas couldn’t decide whether to laugh or pick her up and turn her over his knee for being so factious. He went with the first as he walked over to retrieve his coat and keys. He said, “I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes. It will give me enough time to make myself presentable to step out with such a fine lady.”

“Oh really? I thought you were stepping out with me not someone else,” Lori said with a smile as she opened the front door for him.

Lucas decided not dignify her smart remark with a come back. He crossed the hall to his own door, unlocked it, turned back towards Lori’s door as he opened it and this time before she could do anything blew her a kiss.

She caught it like he had earlier in the day sticking it in her pocket. She called to him right before he closed door, “Oh Lucas, do you think we would have time to go out and replace the pillow I destroyed before we eat?”

“Of course, now go get cleaned up the clock is ticking,” Lucas answered thinking that once again they were on the same wave length without even trying to be. He watched as she gave him a little wave before closing door. Then hearing the lock slide in to place, he closed his own door locking it and headed for the shower.




( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 24th, 2009 01:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for this fluffly, tender, romantic chapter! It was so nice!!!!
I love the pillow battle. It was so not expected from someone like Lucas andthey were clearly flirting :) This part really surprise me:
**The urge to kiss the lips he’d been studying became overwhelming. As he bent closer to her face, Lucas thought better of it knowing that he didn’t want to use his new found friend as a rebound or substitute. He still needed time to move on from Elizabeta. He kissed Lori’s forehead instead. Feeling it best to get out of the close proximity to her and out of temptation’s way.**

But I understand it and good things worth waiting and I so hope this is gonna be a good thing. (Remember our deal about who gets the girl in the end? LOL)

So, I'm gonna read it again cause it's kind of cutie and love re-reading your chapters but this one specially pleased to do it so.

Have a nice week and keep writing, please!!! (LOL, no pressure!!!)

May. 24th, 2009 01:24 pm (UTC)
It was time to bring on the fluff after all the heavy stuff with Ros.

See, I think it was totally expected from Lucas. He has a chance to be himself and have some fun without all the pressure and expectations of the outside world. Harry said it himself how charming and witty Lucas was.

I think it's important to stay true to Lucas' moral character to take the time to get over Elizabeta. After all, she was the one who moved on not him.

Thanks for the kind words about my writing. And I'm currently working on Lori's POV of the same incident. Should be up soon.
May. 24th, 2009 02:55 pm (UTC)
Excellent scene...Lucas is so ready for a friend and he so wants to have fun, doesn't he! Love the pillow fight and tender moments, do wish he'd kissed her, though...you're definitely the Queen of Romantic Tension with these near-misses, LOL!!! More soon please!
May. 24th, 2009 04:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks, yep, he's a fun kind of guy when given half the chance.

Give him time, after all he's only been back for about a month and needs to sort out his feelings for Elizabeta first.

Gives you a royal wave as I write the next installment. LOL.
Jul. 17th, 2009 05:10 pm (UTC)
I'm a little behind in reading this, but I love it so far! Its definitely helped to quench my need for a Richard Armitage/Spooks fix and I am eternally grateful! Personally, I think the heroine needs to be called Saint Lori. I do not know HOW she can control herself! lol
Jul. 17th, 2009 06:59 pm (UTC)
So nice to know you are enjoying it.

Well, you know, maybe she isn't in her head, LOL

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