Who: Brandon Sullivan & Lucas North What: Motivated by the other Lucas, this Lucas does something nice for Brandon. When: Monday morning Where: Brandon's flat @ Newport Rating: PG Status: Complete
Lucas let himself in after his knock went unanswered, half-expecting a bloody Monday to greet him, but Brandon was just in the shower. Excellent. Entering the bedroom on silent feet, he left the gift bag containing Brandon's new friend and a box of cookies on the bed and made his way into the kitchen.
He hadn't slept very much in the past days but he was used to not getting enough sleep. Besides, these days, it didn't really make a difference whether he slept or not. In fact, sleeping proved to be more exhausting than not sleeping. When he'd told Brandon that he didn't have strange dreams, he'd lied. He dreamt, vividly, of someone with his face and name and some similar traits but who was nothing like Lucas. The one in his dreams was a spy, working for MI5 apparently. He was a bit annoying to be honest. Especially the craving for doughnuts that carried over into the waking world. Lucas didn't eat doughnuts. Growing up under the roof of a pâtissier meant that doughnuts were considered to be inferior food items. They were not dessert. Which meant that going out to buy a box was not an option.
So Lucas had dug out the teachings of his father from the deep recesses of his mind and baked enough cookies to feed the neighbourhood in the last three days. And now he was rummaging through the Irishman's kitchen, looking for flour, eggs, milk and a frying pan. Ten minutes later, the smell of coffee and pancakes wafted out of the kitchen and through Brandon's flat.