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There’s No Place like Home | Grace & Lucas

Grace was walking fast and away from her place, still charged with a mix of different feelings she had no idea how to let out, when she felt a presence behind her. The ginger stopped in her steps and turned with her fist clenched only to find a surprised Luke behind her "God, Luke, you could tell me it was you"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you would act like that"

"I'm in a very bad mood, so I'm no available for a talk"

"It's okay, I just... want to go away"

Grace blinked a few times, then pointed at Chase's place "What happened?"

Luke looked down "I got into the Army, and Chase barely cares about it"

The ginger took a deep breath "I see. I don't think he doesn't care, though"

The young man looked at her "How can you say that? I told him I was going in January and he only asked how fast I could pack, and that I took a decision so there's no turning back. I mean... fuck!" he walked away and went back to her, a bit more calmed "I feel like I die he wouldn't even be there, unless it's for administrative reasons"

Grace felt bad for him, and felt angry at Chase, but being the latter her best friend, she couldn't help to be bit more inclined to his side "Maybe he's still processing... then again..." she pointed at her own place "not everyone is what you hope they are" a sad expression drew on her face.

"Where are you going?" Luke asked not wanting to dig into it.

"Home. My hometown, I mean." Grace sighed.

"C-Can I go with you? I don't think my family would like me around"

"Who said they don't?" The ginger messed with Luke's hair and giggled softly "You're my family too, kid. Even if you act as Lucy's spy" wrapping an arm around her shoulder she walked along with him until the bus station.

Once they were at the airport and about to get on the plane, she decided that it would be a good idea to share her secrets with him. So, she gave him her journal.

Luke took it and read the life of a young Grace who wasn't much happier than she was now, however, the shiny moments really shone. He found himself smiling at her short stories, her love for Arthur and Camelot legends, her adventures with her cousin William, and a particular summer with a girl named Claudette.

Then, he found a certain page that scared him. Luke almost dropped the journal at how scary the words written were, he closed the journal and looked at Grace "So, you're Marion Grant?"

The ginger was surprised at the question "I don't know what you're talking about"

Luke got out a familiar book "I've read this in secret. I particularly took interest on this verse:

I say goodbye to

the lover I'll never have,

the sun and the hay.

A golden romance

became a bloodshed, and I

must stay far away.

I've become the child

of the sanguine moon, as I

am born with the flesh.

A sole lavender

field put us apart, yet that

slap divided us.

Loneliness walks with

me, I say goodbye to the

lover never had.

"You read her books?"

"I'm not into that... sadism and lust she started to write later, well, more like I don't get it because is not like my sexual life is very active, but this first book was really meaningful. I actually wrote her letters" Luke looked down feeling shy.

"So you're her fan?"

"Your fan."

"Why I never got your letters?"

"What do you mean? You replied to them"

"I did?"

"Yes, I have this one. You wrote me a verse after I asked you a lot of questions" Luke quickly took a letter out of the book and handed it to Grace who read the verse written.

Lucas was a good

prophet, the kindest amongst

Jesus' followers.

I can sense your kind

nature in these letters you wrote,

wisdom beyond age.

However, a fan

of puzzles is also here.

Detectivesque.

Lucas may be love,

but all I see, is one grand

Hercule Poirot.

Grace giggled "Agatha. She's brilliant. Marion, I mean"

Luke beamed a smile "I know" then blushed. "But are you her or not?"

The ginger surrendered "I am, but it's not easy to explain. She's as you can see my alter ego, but right now I'm not her, I'm Grace"

Luke tried to make sense of that without success.

The Welsh noticed that and tried to explain him again "You've read Jekyll and Hyde? Well, I'm Dr. Jekyll and she's Mr. Hyde. Yes, with all and the lust, and she gets violent when she's not satiated in that sense. But I don't have to take a formula and I'm not crazy, she also comes out when I'm in danger both physically and-or emotionally, or when someone forces her to come out. Then, I have to drink a lavender tea for her to make me take over my own body. Do you get it until there?"

Luke had trouble processing all that information, but relating Jekyll and Hyde was enough, then he came out with a realization. "So, you're not running away from Lucy because you hate her, you're going away because you're afraid you hurt her, right? Does that mean you're in that much of a bad position?"

Grace sighed "Yeah, you know that scary page? And the newspaper articles? I had no idea I did that, it startled me, it made me panic, but... Lucy and I also didn't have a good night, so that made me more afraid to sleep next to her" she bit her lip, thinking about that, but also feeling guilty for leaving her just like that.

Luke held her hand "Is Marion that bad?"

The ginger shook her head slowly "No, but others think she is. Also, she hated Lucy for what she did to me, though in the present time, she doesn't feel like that towards her anymore. I just need answers from the person that was with me."

"Claudette, right? The lover never had."

Grace nodded.

They took a nap together even thought the flight wouldn't be that long, but they needed some rest and to process everything.

When they made it, William was by the entrance, in his usual plaid shirt, brown pants and boots, waiting for them. He hugged Grace and this one introduced him to Luke, who was somehow slightly blushing while looking at his turquoise eyes. "Hey, laddie."

"H-Hey. I mean, hi, I'm Lucas. Nice to meet you."

They went to William's truck and after a few minutes under a starry sky they made it to his place.

Lucas looked around "So, this is your hometown? It's so quiet" he gazed at the lake in front and smiled, then got a tad sad because he thought it was bad he couldn't swim to it or even sit by with Chase. He frowned then at the thought. He probably wouldn't care anyway. It'll be just a lake like any other for him.

For Grace, glancing at the lake was sadder. It wasn't just a place for past adventures anymore, but the place Lucy asked her to marry her, and she asked the Irish to marry her as well. She swallowed a knot that formed and got inside the house. It was warm. A fire was on. The she noticed something—/someone/ missing,

"Where's Claudette?"

"She went home with her family." William's face was a mix of sadness and disappointment.

Grace got alarmed "Why did she even go there?"

He sighed "How to tell you this, Grace..." then sat on a nearby chair "I don't know, but she doesn't want to come back. After the baby was born, she just... I don't know, she just didn't want her, nor me. She took a few of her things and left. I'm still trying to think what could have happened."

Luke sighed and mumbled "So, it's a day for leaving everyone, isn't it?

William heard and looked up "You guys left home, too?"

Grace nodded "We did. Lucas wanted to get away from his boyfriend, and I'm trying to seek answers, but also to protect Lucy from.. well, me.

William frowned and asked with a cold tone "Why you still consider that monster as a part of yourself?"

"William, please, don't. I'm not here to fight you about Marion."

"Then why you don't get rid of her already?"

"I can't! What you think Claudette was trying to do?"

Luke turned to Grace "Wait... you were trying to get rid of her? As in kill her?"

The Welsh stood mute for a while. "It's not like that, Lucas"

"Why?"

"I can't be fully myself if she gets in the way between me and Lucy!"

Luke sighed "Look, Lucy's my best friend and I want her happy, but not at the cost of... killing a part of yourself. I don't know, maybe I'm just stupid, but that's not right." He took his book out "There's... there's a life here... living and breathing and how could you two just treat her like she's something that must be killed because she's different? Why not just live with her? She shows up in times of danger, I'm pretty sure that you two have some things to thank her about."

Grace was speechless, Luke was indeed as Marion said, wiser beyond his age. She had no answer for him, but deep down she knew he was right.

William, was equally speechless, both surprised at the wisdom he showed in his words, and then slightly angry at how passionately he defended Marion. What's worse, he reminded him somehow of his wife, when defending Grace.

After some minutes of silence, Grace spoke up, "Why is this town so extra quiet?"

William stood up, and went for his mug then poured hot chocolate in it, and then took two more cups and served some for Grace and Luke. "Some time after you left, those wolves came back, and they kept coming any other week, so now we don't go out at nights." He handed both cups to his guests.

"That's not possible. Wolves don't come here around this time, at least not so frequently. And a pack?"

"I know, back then, in the forest, we used to cross with one wolf or two around winter, but now, the entire pack takes some days to walk in the town for food. So, now, we're in a constant lock up."

Grace suddenly stood up "Is my mother okay?"

"She is, she's at home now. Don't go out so frequently as before. Though the neighbors visit her in the mornings a lot, they somehow feel safe with her."

Grace blinked, it was some new info she never thought she would received, then again, she found out last year her mother was bisexual, and a woman was the reason she was not around her during her childhood, so she should expect the surprises often.

Luke felt interested and asked "Are we going to meet your mom now?"

The ginger hesitated but gave in "Yes, but let me make sure there are no wolves around and that she's awake first. William, keep an eye on him, I'll text you."

Grace went out, looked at her sides, her home was at the end of the lake, so, if the thing was a dangerous as her cousin said, she would need Marion, especially if she found her mother in danger.

She looked for a broken glass and cut herself close to the wrist. Then everything went black.

The ginger woke up a few minutes later, looking around, finally making it home after a short run, everything was quiet and dark indeed. Taking her keys, she went in, and then was received by an awake and smiley Adelaide Morgan wearing her usual faded blue dress, in the kitchen, making tea.

"Good evening, mom" she greeted in a soft voice. Only to be taken aback by the woman's reaction.

Adelaide Morgan stopped in her steps, as she noticed something she couldn't say yet, and her gray eyes just filled with fear, making her smile vanish. "You're not my daughter."

Marion was shocked "How do you know?"

"Your posture, Grace would usually come to me with a somehow defeated stand, you, look too proud of yourself, and Grace would never greet me with 'mom'. Also, you opened the door with your left hand, my girl is right-handed. You're Marion, right?"

Marion nodded.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

The ginger shook her head "No, ma'am. You're Grace's mom how could I?"

"I don't know, for sending the journal or for making her life difficult?"

Marion sat "I'm not going to hurt you, Grace wanted me to check if you were okay."

"I am" Adelaide sighed "You want some coffee?"

"No, I just had chocolate at William's?"

The blonde woman's face turned into an expression of worry which made Marion laugh "And you're alive?"

"I wasn't me when I was with him. But I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind shooting me on sight."

Adelaide sighed "You two need to make amends"

"How? He hates me for scaring him in the tunnels."

"Look, young lady, whether you're Grace or not, I don't care, that's my daughter's body, and he's the cousin of that body. Therefore, he's also your cousin. So, you should apologize for whatever happened."

Marion smiled, the woman was the bravest she ever met, here she was always despised by everyone, but Grace's mom spoke to her completely unafraid, more than that, she cared about her.

"Does that mean you're also my mom?"

"Of course, unless you don't want me" she said as she walked to the table with her cup of tea. "What are you doing here?"

"Grace read the journal, and she's trying to get some answers."

"Claudette's gone."

"I know. William told Grace she went to her family and something about not wanting her baby?"

Adelaide took a sip of her tea and put the cup down regally "Claudette's being acting's stranger. At first I thought it was because of the pregnancy, but this seems to be something else, I don't know what is it, but when I went to her place, I saw your journal there, and got it without her noticing, then sent it to you, after reading a few things, of course" She held Marion's hand "I'm sorry, about everything you've gone through. I'm sorry for not being there" her voice cracking at the last phrase.

The alter was moved by such consideration, she felt like tearing up, but avoided that, resting her hand on top of her mother's, she smiled "I got some love after that, and I'm popular with girls."

The old woman laughed "Like your mother, huh?"

"Of course, who do you think I take after?"

"Well, you're ginger. That's not from me." Both ladies laughed for a few seconds, until a babies cries came out from upstairs.

"That's the baby. Wait here" Adelaide stood up from her chair and went upstairs. A few seconds later, she came down with a baby in her arms.

Marion, curious, went over her "She's ginger"

"Like her father"

"This is William's and Claudette's daughter, right?"

"Yes, I'm taking care of her for a while. Claudette doesn't want her around, but William feels like not being around her either."

"What?"

"I really wish to know what's going on between those two" then gave Marion the baby "Hold her for a moment, I'll get her milk."

"Hey" Marion said to the baby, then sat slowly on the chair, holding her gently. "I wonder what are your parents up to. I'm sorry in advance if it was because of me. I'm Marion, your worst nightmare."

"Marion, don't scare her" Adelaide said from the kitchen.

"Yes, ma'am."

Marion told her mother about everything about her travel to the village when she came back and started to feed the baby with a bottle. She told her about Lucy and about Luke.

"Well, your room is free, you should bring him now. Go, we'll be here."

"I'll text him as Grace said" Marion texted Luke, who replied with "I'll go there."

She waited outside to look for any dangers, until she spotted him, as he went towards her.

Luke felt something different about her, he couldn't put a finger, but there was something indeed. He entered the small house and greeted Grace's mom.

"Sorry for the intrusion, ma'am."

"Don't worry, I'm up at this time, lately." then looked at Marion "Marion, let him sleep in your room and you can sleep in mine, if you want"

"I'm not letting you sleep down here with that baby."

"First, I never said I was sleeping down here. Second, it's not a suggestion, it's an order." Adelaide arched an eyebrow at her.

Marion could almost jump out of excitement with this woman. Why I didn't meet her sooner? Fuck you, Grace. She started to take Luke's bag up when the boy held her shirt "What's going on?"

"You're Marion" Luke said while his eyes were literally glittering when being in front of her.

"Hello, Poirot" she smiled at him. It was definitely a good night. Fine. Thank you, Grace. The alter took Luke to Grace's room "Well, it's yours for the night or however long we are going to be here. Have a good night, kid" she patted his back and left downstairs.

She took a look at the blonde woman cradling the baby and frowned "You sure you're good with me sleeping with you?"

Adelaide looked at her "Look, I'm not going to really force you into anything, I just don't want you to feel lonely."

"Okay" Marion nodded and followed the woman upstairs, they put the baby to sleep, and slept.

There's no place like home.

#self para #sp:tnph #m:grace #m:luke

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frederickwiddowson · 5 years ago

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The writings of Luke the physician starting with his version of the gospel - Luke 23:32-43 comments: to day shalt thou be with me in paradise

Luke 23: 32 ¶ And there were also two other, malefactors, led with him to be put to death. 33 And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. 34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots. 35 And the people stood beholding. And the rulers also with them derided him, saying, He saved others; let him save himself, if he be Christ, the chosen of God. 36 And the soldiers also mocked him, coming to him, and offering him vinegar, 37 And saying, If thou be the king of the Jews, save thyself. 38 And a superscription also was written over him in letters of Greek, and Latin, and Hebrew, THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS. 39 And one of the malefactors which were hanged railed on him, saying, If thou be Christ, save thyself and us. 40 But the other answering rebuked him, saying, Dost not thou fear God, seeing thou art in the same condemnation? 41 And we indeed justly; for we receive the due reward of our deeds: but this man hath done nothing amiss. 42 And he said unto Jesus, Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom. 43 And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with me in paradise.

Two condemned men are crucified next to Jesus, one on the one side and one on the other. Matthew 27:58 and Mark 15:27 refer to them as thieves. There were many more crimes for which you could receive capital punishment under Roman rule than we would allow for today. Rome was essentially a military society almost constantly at war with someone and justice was harsh. Jails were places to keep a person awaiting execution. Executions were public and the suffering imposed on the condemned was particularly brutal. They were also public spectacles, entertainment in a world without television or movies.

The penalty for any crime depended mainly on your citizenship status and social class. Non-Roman citizens (Paul was a Roman citizen as revealed in Acts), lower class Romans, and non-citizens had the most brutal and painful forms of execution reserved for them. In criminal cases the governor, Pilate, had sole authority. And while Roman citizen Paul could appeal to Caesar non-citizens like Jesus and the Apostles had no right of appeal. This is one clear reason for God’s plan of allowing this to happen in His plan for redeeming mankind to Himself in this culture and at this time. Pilate was forced into his decision by political necessity and his own lack of moral courage and once the command was given there would be no appeal.

For verse 34 please note this cross-reference;

Psalm 22:18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.

God’s plan was unfolding and His executioners had no idea what their part in that plan was. Think of Joseph talking to his brothers in Genesis acknowledging that when they sold him into slavery there was a higher will than their wicked intentions toward him.

Genesis 50:20 But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive.

Men and women make a choice to do evil or good yet have no control over how far their choice will take them or what greater purpose they will serve or be used for.

Matthew 18:7 Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!

Jesus, God in the flesh, hanging on a cross, is mocked by the Jewish rulers and the Roman soldiers. For verse 36 note this cross-reference;

Psalm 69:21 They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.

Pilate himself mocked the Jewish rulers in the placement of a placard calling Jesus king of the Jews in three languages; Greek, Latin, and Hebrew. Hebrew was for the Jews. Greek was the dominant language of the culture of the Roman world which is why Paul refers to Gentiles as Greeks. Latin was the official language of Rome. Our Bibles are mainly rooted in these three languages from the Old Testament Hebrew, the New Testament Greek, and the first complete Bible containing Old and New Testaments in the middle of the second century, the Old Latin Bible. Of course, this does not make these sacred languages as Bible writing can be found in Aramaic and scholars tell us that Christian and Jewish writings were made in every language of the age and area and were translated from one into the other and then back again. See H.C. Hoskier’s Concerning the Genesis of the Versions of the New Testament.

Now a curious thing happens. Here is a man, a bad guy, a condemned prisoner who has never been to church, never prayed a 1-2-3 repeat-after-me prayer in front of a preacher and a congregation or been baptized, appealing to Christ, who promises that this very day the man will be with Him in paradise. Where is Paradise?

The same word is used by Paul and John to describe something that is in Heaven above.

2Corinthians 12:4 How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.

Revelation 2:7 He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the tree of life, which is in the midst of the paradise of God.

There is a great gulf between Heaven and Hell that no man can cross and yet in the world of the spirit those suffering in one can understand the joy of the other. See;

Luke 16:19 ¶ There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: 20 And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, 21 And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. 22 And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried; 23 And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. 24 And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. 25 But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. 26 And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence. 27 Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father’s house: 28 For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment. 29 Abraham saith unto him, They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them. 30 And he said, Nay, father Abraham: but if one went unto them from the dead, they will repent. 31 And he said unto him, If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.

Now on a side note and bear with me a moment here, the Greeks received a great deal of second-hand knowledge of Hebrew belief over the previous thousand years from the mouths of slaves they had taken of the Hebrews in war. The Greeks, as merchants and mercenaries, were everywhere in the Ancient Near East. Greek words and roots are found in the main languages from that influence as well as Alexander the Great’s empire later in the dominant Hellenistic culture that his conquests spread. But, the Greeks were always there. They even fought on both sides of battles such as Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon and Necho of Egypt’s Battle of Carchemish, historical writers tell us.

The Greeks were Javan, a word used seven times as Javan and also used for Greece and Grecia. Javan was a son of Japheth from Genesis 10.

Zechariah 9:12 ¶ Turn you to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope: even to day do I declare that I will render double unto thee; 13 When I have bent Judah for me, filled the bow with Ephraim, and raised up thy sons, O Zion, against thy sons, O Greece, and made thee as the sword of a mighty man.

Jeremiah 46:2 Against Egypt, against the army of Pharaohnecho king of Egypt, which was by the river Euphrates in Carchemish, which Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon smote in the fourth year of Jehoiakim the son of Josiah king of Judah.

Joel 3:6 The children also of Judah and the children of Jerusalem have ye sold unto the Grecians, that ye might remove them far from their border.

Later, Christian Greek writers insisted that while Plato was uncertain of where Greek myth came from that it grew partly as a mixture of Hebrew belief with, for instance, based on his story, Hercules being a combination of Samson and Jonah. In the same respect the Greeks’ version of Hell, which they called Hades, consisted of a place of the damned and one of the blessed not far from each other.

Christian writers used this reference to Hades as the root word from which our Hell is translated as the Bible uses words and concepts already understood from Greek culture to explain concepts that have a definite difference in meaning. A study can be made of different Greek words translated for wine or love that, in the context, have basically the same meaning in the Bible. But, the Greek mythology of the detail and story of Hades is a cultural creation and while perhaps based on Hebrew understandings went, like Roman Catholic and Eastern Orthodoxy way beyond any clear statements of the Bible. In other words, Greek mythology was created for cultural and political reasons using, in part, the Bible stories told by Hebrew captives and from Greek interaction with Hebrew culture as a foundation.

This brings me to my point that perhaps Paradise was taken to Heaven by Christ. Many evangelicals claim this, that Paradise and Hell were side by side in the heart of the earth, as the Greeks would perhaps admit, but that after Christ preached He took Paradise to Heaven. The text does not explicitly say this, though. It is assumption based on assumption and presumption. It may be true but you would have a hard time arguing it from the revelation of the text itself just like you have a hard time arguing Calvinism and Arminianism, that people are created to go to Hell or Heaven and have no choice or that people can gain and lose their salvation repeatedly. The text doesn’t say so and can even seem contradictory if you stick to an “ism” when interpreting it so be careful coming up with a structure of thought about what the Bible is saying between the lines and then forcing the Bible to back up what you are saying.

The text says that by this thief’s acknowledgement that Jesus is Lord He is promised that he will be in Paradise that day with Jesus. This reminds me of Jesus’ activity in healing. As healing was an immediate response to faith so here in Luke 23 so is salvation.

Luke 8:48 And he said unto her, Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.

Luke 17:19 And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole.

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frederickwiddowson · 6 years ago