Profiler fic: Path to Odin Part 1a (Age 8)
Title: Path to Odin Part 1a (age 8)
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 058 Dinner, (fanfic100), Philip Nichols’s Childhood.
Challenge: None
Characters: Philip Nichols, Edward Nichols, Royce Nichols, Scruffy
Characters mentioned: Daphne Robard- Nichols
Pairings: None
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: none
word Count: 706
Summary: What happened to make Philip Nichols want to become a cult leader? This is his untold story of what happened to make him want to start his own family.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: For Meg, as per her request.
The Jack Russell terrier named Scruffy sat under the 8 year old’s feet. The dog could sense that Philip, which was the boy’s name, was the only one of the Nichols that was still nice to him.
The female Nichols who seemed to loved Scruffy as much as Philip had disappeared last month. Scruffy understood the female would probably be back as this wasn’t the first time she had disappeared from his life.
For some reason, Philip wasn’t dropping scrapes to the dog like he usually did. Tonight, Philip was being punished for something he hadn’t done. Philip was being forced to sit at the table while his brother and his father ate.
Royce Nichols had the dinning room phone on the table, and was frequently taking calls. Royce worked at the Milford/Robard Tobacco company and they were having issues with a new type of cigarette that they were about to let out. Royce was helping develop the new cigarette, and so was having to deal with the back lash of problems. He had been working at the company for fifteen years, ever since the day after he had married Daphne Robard.
“The food is excellent,” Five year old Edward said, with a mouth full of food.
Philip resisted the urge to say anything. He didn’t need a real reason to be punished. He wished his mother would get back from visiting her college friend in Virginia. Whenever his mother was home, she always made sure that Philip was treated fair. She didn’t hold the same belief as Royce that Edward couldn’t lie. Edward lied all the time, but his father never paid attention since Edward was the golden boy of the house.
Royce flipped the ash of his cigarette deliberately in Philip’s direction. He then said between bites of Chicken A La King, “Dinner is over, go to your rooms.”
Philip got up. He pushed his chair in, and he and Scruffy went up to his room. He heard as he closed the dinning room door Royce saying to Edward in a softer voice, “Daddy needs to do some business, please go to your room, honey.”
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Philip got into his room and let out a sigh of relief. It felt nice to be back in his room, and away from his father’s cold stare. His room was a small room, almost the size of one of the servants’ room. It was tiny compared to the size the other family members’ rooms.
Philip had managed to squeeze a bookcase, a twin bed, and a desk into the room. Scruffy’s dog bed was also in the corner of the room, though the dog didn’t use it much since he usually slept on Philip’s bed with the boy. Philip and his mother had made sure all the furniture matched. It was a lovely black wood that they had found at a boutique on one of their trips to New York.
Philip slipped off his shoes by the inside of his door. He had been studying about Asian cultures, and had liked the idea of leaving the shoes outside the door. He had to settle for just inside the door, next to the closet. If he left his shoes outside the door, his father would throw them away like he did last time. Then, Philip would get another lecture on the fact money doesn’t grow on trees. Royce also didn’t like people running around barefoot in his house, so Philip had to always remember to put his shoes back on before he left his room.
Scruffy barked happily, and went to the bookcase. He turned around three times, wagging his tail, as he waited for Philip to take off his shoes and socks.
“Put your nose on the book you want.” Philip told the dog.
The dog jumped up a little, and put his nose on a book on the second shelf. Philip pulled the book down that the dog’s nose had touched. They went over to the bed; they both crawled on top of the dragon blanket draped neatly over the bed.
Philip sat cross-legged on the bed, and Scruffy put his head on Philip’s thigh. Philip opened the book and started to read to the dog.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 058 Dinner, (fanfic100), Philip Nichols’s Childhood.
Challenge: None
Characters: Philip Nichols, Edward Nichols, Royce Nichols, Scruffy
Characters mentioned: Daphne Robard- Nichols
Pairings: None
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: none
word Count: 706
Summary: What happened to make Philip Nichols want to become a cult leader? This is his untold story of what happened to make him want to start his own family.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters
Author’s notes: For Meg, as per her request.
The Jack Russell terrier named Scruffy sat under the 8 year old’s feet. The dog could sense that Philip, which was the boy’s name, was the only one of the Nichols that was still nice to him.
The female Nichols who seemed to loved Scruffy as much as Philip had disappeared last month. Scruffy understood the female would probably be back as this wasn’t the first time she had disappeared from his life.
For some reason, Philip wasn’t dropping scrapes to the dog like he usually did. Tonight, Philip was being punished for something he hadn’t done. Philip was being forced to sit at the table while his brother and his father ate.
Royce Nichols had the dinning room phone on the table, and was frequently taking calls. Royce worked at the Milford/Robard Tobacco company and they were having issues with a new type of cigarette that they were about to let out. Royce was helping develop the new cigarette, and so was having to deal with the back lash of problems. He had been working at the company for fifteen years, ever since the day after he had married Daphne Robard.
“The food is excellent,” Five year old Edward said, with a mouth full of food.
Philip resisted the urge to say anything. He didn’t need a real reason to be punished. He wished his mother would get back from visiting her college friend in Virginia. Whenever his mother was home, she always made sure that Philip was treated fair. She didn’t hold the same belief as Royce that Edward couldn’t lie. Edward lied all the time, but his father never paid attention since Edward was the golden boy of the house.
Royce flipped the ash of his cigarette deliberately in Philip’s direction. He then said between bites of Chicken A La King, “Dinner is over, go to your rooms.”
Philip got up. He pushed his chair in, and he and Scruffy went up to his room. He heard as he closed the dinning room door Royce saying to Edward in a softer voice, “Daddy needs to do some business, please go to your room, honey.”
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Philip got into his room and let out a sigh of relief. It felt nice to be back in his room, and away from his father’s cold stare. His room was a small room, almost the size of one of the servants’ room. It was tiny compared to the size the other family members’ rooms.
Philip had managed to squeeze a bookcase, a twin bed, and a desk into the room. Scruffy’s dog bed was also in the corner of the room, though the dog didn’t use it much since he usually slept on Philip’s bed with the boy. Philip and his mother had made sure all the furniture matched. It was a lovely black wood that they had found at a boutique on one of their trips to New York.
Philip slipped off his shoes by the inside of his door. He had been studying about Asian cultures, and had liked the idea of leaving the shoes outside the door. He had to settle for just inside the door, next to the closet. If he left his shoes outside the door, his father would throw them away like he did last time. Then, Philip would get another lecture on the fact money doesn’t grow on trees. Royce also didn’t like people running around barefoot in his house, so Philip had to always remember to put his shoes back on before he left his room.
Scruffy barked happily, and went to the bookcase. He turned around three times, wagging his tail, as he waited for Philip to take off his shoes and socks.
“Put your nose on the book you want.” Philip told the dog.
The dog jumped up a little, and put his nose on a book on the second shelf. Philip pulled the book down that the dog’s nose had touched. They went over to the bed; they both crawled on top of the dragon blanket draped neatly over the bed.
Philip sat cross-legged on the bed, and Scruffy put his head on Philip’s thigh. Philip opened the book and started to read to the dog.