Luther (TV) fic: Sharp Things (repost)
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fan_flashworks
reposted because gray text is hard to read on tablets and such and because of the non-matching domain names
Title: Sharp Things | AO3
Fandom: Luther
Rating: R
Length: 382 words
Content notes: mentions of self-harm
Author notes: Midway through the second series of Luther, John broke Alice Morgan out of a mental hospital; she subsequently fled England. To keep her identity hidden specifically in this story, Alice calls herself "Zoe Luther," the name of John's wife that died near the end of series one. (This fic has since been Jossed by canon.) Also for the Softer World meme on LJ (original prompt was deleted) and comment_fic, here.
Summary: John gets an email from an old friend.
To: John Luther [email redacted]
From: Zoe Luther [email redacted]
Subject: Palermo, Sicily
[date redacted]
John,
I've decided to go to Sicily for a change of pace. You can't stay in Mexico forever evading the NHS Mental Health Trust.
I found myself in Palermo. There are a lot of churches here. You should go see them-that is, if you can pull yourself away from your work, which I doubt.
While I was eating at a café, I saw someone I wanted to kill for the fun of it. He was a man around your age, John, maybe even older. He's certainly younger than 50. I would've done it as well, if I had some sort of weapon to kill him. I know you're wondering, [Zoe], you like carrying around sharp things, so why not stab him? The truth is I associate emotion with sharp things. I've used sharp things on my skin to feel alive. It's hard to feel alive when you feel you have no emotion. I get off on the joy and intimacy of terrifying others with sharp things. I don't have the passion to stab someone with anything. Ah, the curse of not having any emotions.
Anyway, back to this man I wanted to kill. I really did want to kill him but I couldn't. I could certainly kill this man and get away with it well before the police could figure out I did it (and, if I was lucky, the police would blame the Mafia). But then I realized killing this man wouldn't be fun without you chasing me. Remember when we first met in that interview room, John? Do you remember the sparks? I highly doubt anyone could come as close as you could at figuring out how I committed murders. I couldn't play with the police in Palermo the way that I could you and still get away with it.
If ever you decide to, at the very least, take a vacation from the Serious and Serial Crime Unit, you're welcome to email or text me a few days in advance. You have my email, and my cell phone number at the moment is [redacted].
There's always a place for you in my journeys. Maybe I can be your mouse again.
:D
Zoe Luther
This entry was originally posted at https://merryghoul.dreamwidth.org/411154.html. Comments on either site are fine.
fan_flashworks
reposted because gray text is hard to read on tablets and such and because of the non-matching domain names
Title: Sharp Things | AO3
Fandom: Luther
Rating: R
Length: 382 words
Content notes: mentions of self-harm
Author notes: Midway through the second series of Luther, John broke Alice Morgan out of a mental hospital; she subsequently fled England. To keep her identity hidden specifically in this story, Alice calls herself "Zoe Luther," the name of John's wife that died near the end of series one. (This fic has since been Jossed by canon.) Also for the Softer World meme on LJ (original prompt was deleted) and comment_fic, here.
Summary: John gets an email from an old friend.
To: John Luther [email redacted]
From: Zoe Luther [email redacted]
Subject: Palermo, Sicily
[date redacted]
John,
I've decided to go to Sicily for a change of pace. You can't stay in Mexico forever evading the NHS Mental Health Trust.
I found myself in Palermo. There are a lot of churches here. You should go see them-that is, if you can pull yourself away from your work, which I doubt.
While I was eating at a café, I saw someone I wanted to kill for the fun of it. He was a man around your age, John, maybe even older. He's certainly younger than 50. I would've done it as well, if I had some sort of weapon to kill him. I know you're wondering, [Zoe], you like carrying around sharp things, so why not stab him? The truth is I associate emotion with sharp things. I've used sharp things on my skin to feel alive. It's hard to feel alive when you feel you have no emotion. I get off on the joy and intimacy of terrifying others with sharp things. I don't have the passion to stab someone with anything. Ah, the curse of not having any emotions.
Anyway, back to this man I wanted to kill. I really did want to kill him but I couldn't. I could certainly kill this man and get away with it well before the police could figure out I did it (and, if I was lucky, the police would blame the Mafia). But then I realized killing this man wouldn't be fun without you chasing me. Remember when we first met in that interview room, John? Do you remember the sparks? I highly doubt anyone could come as close as you could at figuring out how I committed murders. I couldn't play with the police in Palermo the way that I could you and still get away with it.
If ever you decide to, at the very least, take a vacation from the Serious and Serial Crime Unit, you're welcome to email or text me a few days in advance. You have my email, and my cell phone number at the moment is [redacted].
There's always a place for you in my journeys. Maybe I can be your mouse again.
:D
Zoe Luther
This entry was originally posted at https://merryghoul.dreamwidth.org/411154.html. Comments on either site are fine.