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Lucius Lovin Leaves this Mortal Coil

springwoof's post How Koyla Really Died (an invitation to comment-fic the deaths of your favorite Gateverse villains),

auburnnothenna says:

I think there needs to be an SGA festival of [the] way Lucius Lovin died.

Methinks yes!!

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springwoof's sandbox. There's already several offerings there. And while you're at it, drop a comment here and let us know how you think Lucius kicked the bucket.

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Lucius Lovin starves to death. He's not the only person starving in Pegasus at the time; whole worlds are full of people who are sick and can't work the fields, whose crops are failing and livestock diseased, or who don't possess enough in the way of social standing to compel their governments to feed them. So Lucius does not die alone in the cosmic sense, but in the smaller and more personal sense, Lucius dies hungry and completely alone.

At first he thinks he can live like other men, with the work of his two hands and the brains the Ancestors gave him. However, Lucius quickly learns that he has no skills other than self-aggrandizement, and well, nobody ever ate a boast. Not and stayed full, anyway. He doesn't know how to hunt and every plant he touches curls in on itself and dies and he can't build a table that will bear the weight of a basket of tuttleroot. Lucius can find no group of people willing to take in a full grown able-bodied man who can contribute absolutely nothing to the well-being of the community. He knows better than to visit any world where Lucius the Mighty and Magnificent has reigned; he prefers his head squarely on his shoulders, thank you very much. This leaves Lucius with precious few options.

Lucius is as poor a thief as he is a farmer and he finally gets caught pinching lorma from the market on Kellos. He tries to run but the vendor's right hook catches him under the jaw and when he wakes, he doesn't know where he is. Forest is thick around him, dense and green and cool, and Lucius thinks he is still on Kellos, but he can't be sure. So many of the planets in Pegasus look much the same. He wanders for days and he cannot find the Gate. It does not rain. On the second day, he eats a handful of leaves from a squat bush, but they make his mouth swell and he shits for hours, until he's weak and shaking.

Lucius dies curled up on his side with his tongue heavy in his mouth and stars in his eyes. The last thing he hears is the sweet lilt of birdsong.

Edited 2009-02-17 04:01 (UTC)

That works for me, even if it isn't as vicious as my version.

Lucius is just one of those guys that should die over and over again.

Thank you. I'm glad you like.

Lucius is just one of those guys that should die over and over again.

Agreed. And hopefully he will. :)

Ooh I love the contrast in the last two lines. It gives me the impression that the world is a better place without him.

No doubt. :)

I'm glad you like this, sweetie.

Extremely edited and expanded.

The marines beat the crap out of Lucius after they recover. He's not a small man, but he's never needed to get physical. Even if he had, he'd be no match for a squad of angry military men.

They leave him in the brig, behind bars and force fields. His mouth is swollen and it hurts to speak, but he still tries sweet talk his way out. They ignore him.

His guts and his ribs ache. He asks and then begs for them to send for Carson, dear gentle kind Carson, but they ignore his pleas too.

Every ignores him and he stays in the brig until the day he's marched into a jumper. The hostility steaming off Ronon keeps Lucius from saying anything more, not even that he can smell the weed on Dr. McKay and see the warm light of adoration he remembers so fondly in Colonel Sheppard's gaze on the scientist.

They turn him over to the villagers who idolized him before. His wives are there, so lovely and nubile, and he cringes as he sees the looks on their grim faces, so angry.

He tries to tell them he never hurt them, never made them do anything they didn't want to do. They surround him, silent, as the Lanteans leave in their jumper. After the stargate deactivates, his last wife picks up a stone.

It hits over Lucius' left eye.

He whines and winces and wails as another stone hits him. Another. Another. It hurts. He's bleeding. They hate him. They hate him more than the Lanteans did and he wishes he was back in Atlantis' brig.

He tries to run, stumbling, blood blinding him.

Soon the whole village is pursuing him, surrounding him, little kids throwing pebbles, old people throwing whatever they can find, his three wives laying into him over and over.

He falls to the cobblestones, scraping the skin from his palms and whimpering. The stones keep coming and then a boot hits his side and Lucius curls around the agony.

He dies of internal bleeding, a raw mess in the town square.

They leave Lucius for the vultures, a lesson to anyone who would take advantage again, until the corpse starts to stink, then dispose of him through the stargate.

Yay! I was hoping you would repost this here.

I love, love, love that you added that almost throwaway line about Rodney. Oh, Rodney. What are you doing? *cries*

This is a very fitting end for Lucius. When I first watched the episode, I'll admit I was being a Dumb Viewer. It made me laugh and I didn't think deeply, or at all, about what the episode meant. And then one day,

lyrstzha and I were talking and she mentioned that those episodes with Lucius were her least favorite of the whole series. I asked why, she explained, and I had an "Oh, DUH," epiphany moment when I realized that Lucius is nothing more than a serial rapist. The fact that the show plays that for laughs makes his character even more revolting.

I realized that Lucius is nothing more than a serial rapist. The fact that the show plays that for laughs makes his character even more revolting

...and yet, although the script plays the character for laughs, the actor gives him that slimy, creepy tinge that automatically set off warning bells for me.

Even though I join your friend in finding these the least favorite episodes of the series, I think the actor (whose name I forget, alas) did a pretty good job as the creepy conman.

and yet, although the script plays the character for laughs, the actor gives him that slimy, creepy tinge that automatically set off warning bells for me.

I will agree with you there. I think that often the actors on this show (JFlan in particular) are playing these characters with a degree of nuance not indicated by the script.

Nicely done. *nods approval*

It' s okay, considering it's unbeta-ed. Not sure it really conveys how much I loathe Lucius and that story line, however. Or the thing with Rodney. Now I want to think of horrible deaths for the writers who thought that was a 'funny' scenario.

...Yeah. I hear you. Add those eps to the garbage heap with Midway and that clip show/trial ep in season 5 (Inquisition?).

Inquisition. Yeah. Not their greatest. I nominate Brainstorm though for sucking nearly as hard as the Lucius episodes. La di dah, they're different in my canon. Which would be one of the great attractions of AUs.

Lucius stumbled back towards the gate, his arms and legs aching. His wives had not been happy, and the village elders had kept him in stocks for four days. His hair still stank of rotten tomato, and his left eye was starting to close over.

He entered the clearing and shuffled towards the dialing device, but before he could reach it there was a blinding flash. Lucius found himself face-to-beak with a scaly, beady-eyed creature. Its shriek obscured his own, and when Lucius hastily threw his arms up over his face the creature ducked in and tore the flesh from him.

***

"The Rift activity seems to be originating from here," Ianto said as they bustled into the basement. There was a steady crunch from Myfanwy's enclosure.

"Ah, Ianto, did you feed him?"

"Not yet." Jack and Ianto peered into the cage, then looked at each other. Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Chalk another one up to 'death by Torchwood'?"

Oh man. I've never even seen one episode of Torchwood, but this comment-fic really makes me want to!!!

It's a pretty cracked-out show. Weird (and requires some familiarity with new Doctor Who) and morally dubious and sometimes just plain bad, but... pet pterodactyl!

It is pretty hard to go wrong with a prehistoric pet.

*g*

oh cool! even better and more vivid now that it's nicely fleshed-out (pun almost not intended)

Thanks! I'm very fond of the idea of Lucius dying alone and unmourned.

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Lucius Lovin Leaves this Mortal Coil

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A cross-over death.

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