Profiler: Path to Odin Part 1b
Title: Path to Odin Part 1b(age 8)
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 073 Light, (fanfic100), Philip Nichols’s Childhood.
Challenge: None
Characters: Philip Nichols, Royce Nichols, Scruffy, Daphne Robard- Nichols, Thomas the butler
Characters mentioned: Edwards Nichols
Pairings: None
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: child abuse
word Count: 1171
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.
Part 1a http://themeqikotimes.livejournal.com/93659.html
After Philip walked the dog outside, he came back to change into his navy flannel pajamas. He was about to head into the bathroom to brush his teeth when Scruffy ran under the bed. The sound of two pairs of footsteps approached from outside the hallway. Philip knew that it was his father along with one of the under butlers, probably Thomas.
His door opened and a patch of light fell on the floor.
Royce Nichols did not beat his children; he had his under butlers Thomas and Tony do it. (Well, Royce never punished Edward, and would never punish him. It was usually Daphne who reprimanded Edward in a firm voice, and that was the only punishment he ever got.)
Royce frowned deeply at Philip, who had stopped in the middle of the floor. “Eddie told me that on your way back from walking the beast, you called him another name. You need to stop harassing him.” Royce turned to Thomas. “Your belt,” he said calmly, and left to go back into the wing where his bedroom was located.
Thomas stripped off his belt, and picked the 8 year old with one hand. He laid the child on his stomach on the bed, and began to smack the boy’s legs, back, and butt.
The boy only whimpered softly, as Thomas counted fifty lashes. Then Thomas left the room quietly.
Scruffy came out from under the bed, jumping up and licking the boy’s face; the boy moved unto his side and curled up with the dog.
---
Daphne Robard- Nichols stood about 5’3” in heels, which was usually what she wore. Tonight was no different when she came into the Nichols estate quietly, leaving most of her luggage in the zippy BMW, she would have the servants take it up tomorrow. She didn’t want to disturb them right now; she knew they had probably worked a hard day. She carried her designer carry all into the house. She put her house keys back in the side pocket she had pulled them out of.
She had tried to get here earlier in the day, before dinner was the plan, but she had gotten so distracted at Amy’s that she had left later than she had intended. Daphne walked up the grand stairwell and instead of going towards the north wing where her husband’s bedroom was she decided to head into the South wing where her studio was located. The South Wing was also where Philip’s bedroom was located, and she felt like going to see him.
She didn’t knock on his door since it had been left open earlier. She did stand by the closet door, and unbuckle her heels; she slipped them off. She sat them neatly near Philip’s tiny penny loafers.
Daphne walked towards the bed and sat down where Philip and Scruffy lay. She brushed a strand of his brown hair off his forehead, and kissed the top of his head. Daphne smiled down at him, it always amazed her how every time she looked at him he looked more and more like her. Hopefully soon she would be able to get divorce papers served on Royce, and she could take Philip away from him. Royce could have custody of Edward, but he didn’t understand what a special boy Philip was. He had above average intelligence and was a very curious, precocious child. Royce was stifling him with his negativity.
“Mommy?” Philip asked softly.
Daphne stroked his head. “Yes, it’s me darling.” She kissed his forehead. “You look like you have been crying.”
Scruffy barked happily, seeing her as he woke.
Daphne picked them both up, and cradled them. “What happened baby, did Eddie accuse you of something you didn’t do?”
The boy nodded, cuddling close to her.
She rubbed his back softly, knowing it was bruised. “My poor darling. I’m here now; Eddie isn’t going to be able to get you punished Willy-Nilly.” She kissed his forehead again. “I bet he got you punished earlier, with no supper right darling?”
The boy nodded again.
“Let’s go to the kitchen, and see if cook has something for you to eat.”
---
Daphne had been home about a month, when Philip woke up one night hearing loud screaming and the shattering of glass. For some reasons his parents were having another one of their infamous fights. Philip had a feeling they never realized how loud they got, because they were probably in Dad’s study and that was a story below at the other end of the house.
Philip felt a sense of dread glooming over his head, his body felt like glue as it stuck to the bed. He felt he had to see what it was, so he forced himself to get up so he could sneak into the secret passage near his room. It would bring him right behind one of the bookcases in his dad’s study, and he could find out what the argument was about this time.
As he got within hearing range of the study, he heard his father shout. “A divorce!!! You stupid bitch, your father would have my job.” Philip peeked through the small opening in the books, and saw his father throw a glass towards the fireplace.
Daphne flinched and she watched the glass explode in the fireplace near her. “I’ll talk to him, he won’t fire you. I just think I should take Philip away from you. He is a special child and you don’t seem to understand his potential.” She held her voice at a calm tone; she had never seen any point to yell. It pissed him off more when she remained calmed but it always made her look like the more rational one to any staff that might be eavesdropping.
“He’s retarded.” Royce threw another glass into the fireplace, “Maybe we should send him to a DAMN SPECIAL SCHOOL, so he could be with the other retarded kids.”
“Royce!” Daphne answered tiredly. “You’re not sending him to the school for the mentally disabled. Maybe I don’t have to resort to a divorce. I’ll take of raising Philip; you just keep out of my methods.” Daphne turned on her heels and walked out of the study.
Philip was tempted to go back to his room, but he heard Thomas enter from the study’s side door, as if he had been waiting in the shadows.
Royce poured himself a scotch with the last glass remaining. He would have to have one of the maids pick up more tomorrow. Royce took a long sip of the Scotch, and then lit a cigarette. “We are going to have to use the car accident plan.” Royce told Thomas softly.
Royce thought he loved Daphne, but he had a feeling she was going to bring up this divorce thing again. He couldn’t have her ruining his whole career over that retarded boy.
Philip scurried away quietly back to his room, not sure what the car accident plan was but knowing it didn’t sound good.
Author: serialbathera
Fandom: Profiler
Prompt: 073 Light, (fanfic100), Philip Nichols’s Childhood.
Challenge: None
Characters: Philip Nichols, Royce Nichols, Scruffy, Daphne Robard- Nichols, Thomas the butler
Characters mentioned: Edwards Nichols
Pairings: None
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: child abuse
word Count: 1171
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.
Part 1a http://themeqikotimes.livejournal.com/93659.html
After Philip walked the dog outside, he came back to change into his navy flannel pajamas. He was about to head into the bathroom to brush his teeth when Scruffy ran under the bed. The sound of two pairs of footsteps approached from outside the hallway. Philip knew that it was his father along with one of the under butlers, probably Thomas.
His door opened and a patch of light fell on the floor.
Royce Nichols did not beat his children; he had his under butlers Thomas and Tony do it. (Well, Royce never punished Edward, and would never punish him. It was usually Daphne who reprimanded Edward in a firm voice, and that was the only punishment he ever got.)
Royce frowned deeply at Philip, who had stopped in the middle of the floor. “Eddie told me that on your way back from walking the beast, you called him another name. You need to stop harassing him.” Royce turned to Thomas. “Your belt,” he said calmly, and left to go back into the wing where his bedroom was located.
Thomas stripped off his belt, and picked the 8 year old with one hand. He laid the child on his stomach on the bed, and began to smack the boy’s legs, back, and butt.
The boy only whimpered softly, as Thomas counted fifty lashes. Then Thomas left the room quietly.
Scruffy came out from under the bed, jumping up and licking the boy’s face; the boy moved unto his side and curled up with the dog.
---
Daphne Robard- Nichols stood about 5’3” in heels, which was usually what she wore. Tonight was no different when she came into the Nichols estate quietly, leaving most of her luggage in the zippy BMW, she would have the servants take it up tomorrow. She didn’t want to disturb them right now; she knew they had probably worked a hard day. She carried her designer carry all into the house. She put her house keys back in the side pocket she had pulled them out of.
She had tried to get here earlier in the day, before dinner was the plan, but she had gotten so distracted at Amy’s that she had left later than she had intended. Daphne walked up the grand stairwell and instead of going towards the north wing where her husband’s bedroom was she decided to head into the South wing where her studio was located. The South Wing was also where Philip’s bedroom was located, and she felt like going to see him.
She didn’t knock on his door since it had been left open earlier. She did stand by the closet door, and unbuckle her heels; she slipped them off. She sat them neatly near Philip’s tiny penny loafers.
Daphne walked towards the bed and sat down where Philip and Scruffy lay. She brushed a strand of his brown hair off his forehead, and kissed the top of his head. Daphne smiled down at him, it always amazed her how every time she looked at him he looked more and more like her. Hopefully soon she would be able to get divorce papers served on Royce, and she could take Philip away from him. Royce could have custody of Edward, but he didn’t understand what a special boy Philip was. He had above average intelligence and was a very curious, precocious child. Royce was stifling him with his negativity.
“Mommy?” Philip asked softly.
Daphne stroked his head. “Yes, it’s me darling.” She kissed his forehead. “You look like you have been crying.”
Scruffy barked happily, seeing her as he woke.
Daphne picked them both up, and cradled them. “What happened baby, did Eddie accuse you of something you didn’t do?”
The boy nodded, cuddling close to her.
She rubbed his back softly, knowing it was bruised. “My poor darling. I’m here now; Eddie isn’t going to be able to get you punished Willy-Nilly.” She kissed his forehead again. “I bet he got you punished earlier, with no supper right darling?”
The boy nodded again.
“Let’s go to the kitchen, and see if cook has something for you to eat.”
---
Daphne had been home about a month, when Philip woke up one night hearing loud screaming and the shattering of glass. For some reasons his parents were having another one of their infamous fights. Philip had a feeling they never realized how loud they got, because they were probably in Dad’s study and that was a story below at the other end of the house.
Philip felt a sense of dread glooming over his head, his body felt like glue as it stuck to the bed. He felt he had to see what it was, so he forced himself to get up so he could sneak into the secret passage near his room. It would bring him right behind one of the bookcases in his dad’s study, and he could find out what the argument was about this time.
As he got within hearing range of the study, he heard his father shout. “A divorce!!! You stupid bitch, your father would have my job.” Philip peeked through the small opening in the books, and saw his father throw a glass towards the fireplace.
Daphne flinched and she watched the glass explode in the fireplace near her. “I’ll talk to him, he won’t fire you. I just think I should take Philip away from you. He is a special child and you don’t seem to understand his potential.” She held her voice at a calm tone; she had never seen any point to yell. It pissed him off more when she remained calmed but it always made her look like the more rational one to any staff that might be eavesdropping.
“He’s retarded.” Royce threw another glass into the fireplace, “Maybe we should send him to a DAMN SPECIAL SCHOOL, so he could be with the other retarded kids.”
“Royce!” Daphne answered tiredly. “You’re not sending him to the school for the mentally disabled. Maybe I don’t have to resort to a divorce. I’ll take of raising Philip; you just keep out of my methods.” Daphne turned on her heels and walked out of the study.
Philip was tempted to go back to his room, but he heard Thomas enter from the study’s side door, as if he had been waiting in the shadows.
Royce poured himself a scotch with the last glass remaining. He would have to have one of the maids pick up more tomorrow. Royce took a long sip of the Scotch, and then lit a cigarette. “We are going to have to use the car accident plan.” Royce told Thomas softly.
Royce thought he loved Daphne, but he had a feeling she was going to bring up this divorce thing again. He couldn’t have her ruining his whole career over that retarded boy.
Philip scurried away quietly back to his room, not sure what the car accident plan was but knowing it didn’t sound good.