All About ... Lucas

Lucas Johnson doesn't make an appearance until much later in Duly Noted but his presence has power. He's Nate's younger brother, although his looks take after the paternal side of the family.



Lost his father to cancer when he was a young teenIs four years younger than Nate, and a year younger than Aurora He's a LibraHas superior mechanical skills, and will be attending UofA in mechanical engineering Loves opera music and fast carsIs currently singleWas a Pokemon champion for the whole summer of 2008 until Joey Beedersen knocked him off the podium. Since then, he never played another game and sold all his cards to Carla StepsteinIs a die-hard Jimmie Johnson fan, but there's no relation





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Author's note- It was really hard to find a scene with him that doesn't give any little spoilers. So you get a very tiny taste of Lucas, for now. But you'll love him when you get him all. HMS

It was lonely sitting there. No one looked familiar. At this point, she’d even settle on seeing Marissa Montgomery, at least she could get a dig in. But she didn’t see her. After several minutes of wringing her hands and shifting uncomfortably in her seat, a meek smile crossed her face as Lucas approached. “Where’s Nate?”“With your sister.”“Ah.” He grabbed another chair. “You okay?”She shrugged, but didn’t make eye contact. “I’m worried about Nate.”“Well, he’s really worried about you.”“The trip home–”“He’ll figure it out. If it’s one thing Nate’s great at, it’s problem solving.”She hung her head and pulled down on her sleeves to the point where her hands disappeared completely. “I’m worried that my PTSD will drive us apart.”He tapped her foot with his own, and she looked up. “It hasn’t so far. If anything, I’d say it’s brought you together.”“But–”“You’ll get through it. Intact.”“How can you be so sure?”“Because Chris is here. She was at some convention, but ditched it when he begged her last night to come down and help.” She blinked. “He loves you, and he desperately wants to help you. His faith in that is unshakeable.”Feeling a bit better, she melted into her chair. Maybe everything will be okay. Chris would help. Shrinks can prescribe the best medicines. “I know you’re opposed to vehicles, but are you okay with tools?”She crinkled her forehead. “Why?”