a/n: Bit shorter than the other chapters, but I thought it was about time I updated.
Lurch had been a butler to the Addams family for so long now that he didn't even remember with which generation of Addamses he had originally gained employment. Not that it mattered, somewhere along the way he had become a permanent fixture in the kooky family and no one would ever have it any other way.
Lurch was different from the Addamses. He was beyond the definition of tall, even as a child he'd found that set him apart from the other children. He held himself differently. He was more reserved, to the point where he was almost mute. But none of this had ever bothered Lurch.
In his mother's eyes, he was perfection personified. Nothing was too good for her darling son. Mother Lurch always made sure her son was satisfied, and would never rest until he had everything that he deserved, which she believed was everything.
So, for all of his youth, he lived in two worlds. One, where he was seen as the most hideous being on the planet, and the other, where he was seen as the most important.
He found the position at the Addams' household advertised at the specialty shop where he bought his trousers from. If he found it strange that the only requirement for the position of the family butler was "Must be able to play the harpsichord" he never voiced the opinion.
When he showed up to the interview he thought it odd that no other applicants were there.
Perhaps they've not arrived yet he thought (the other applicants had been and gone, not even making it through the door before suddenly being overcome with the urge to flee).
The Addamses were impressed by how handsome and well groomed Lurch was. How succinct he was in his speech; and when they tested his butling skills, how very efficient he was. The Addams family admired him greatly, but it was different to the way his mother adored him, the Addamses treated him as an equal. For the first time in his life, Lurch felt as if he had found his home.
So whenever the house shook, as it often did, with the ringing of that old bell, Lurch was all too happy to make his way to whichever room the family summoned him from in record time. No matter what the task he always completed it, even if sometimes he felt that it was somewhat bizarre or questionable.
The sound of the bell quite literally shook Lurch from his reverie. He groaned as he placed his feather duster in the crook of his arm and made his way down stairs.
He arrived in the kitchen just as Gomez let go of the noose and turned around to face the tall butler.
"You rang?"
"Lurch," Gomez said, reprimanding, "you're getting a bit slow old man."
"Sorry. Mr. Addams," apologised Lurch.
"Quite all right Lurch," said Gomez then, pointing at the highest shelf, he continued, "could you get that down for me?"
Lurch obliged, quite easily reaching the skull Gomez requested. Lurch briefly observed the archaic head, wondering from which creature it had come, before turning his attention back to Gomez.
"Mrs. Addams would like this mounted on the bannister," instructed Gomez.
"Yes, Mr. Addams."
Lurch left the room and headed back up the stairs, skull in tow.
Lurch thought to himself, as his body rigidly manoeuvred its way through the decaying house, about the absurdity of the task he had just been set. He wondered if, he ever went back in time and told his younger self what he would be doing with his life, he would believe himself. Lurch often wondered exactly why he worked for the Addams family. The Addamses had a different version of logic than the rest of the world. He and Thing often had conversations late into the night about their previous day's antics. But Lurch never questioned the motives of the family, he just did as they asked, and only occasionally protested with a groan. He had never once thought about leaving the family to go and find a 'normal' occupation.
For, he thought, what could be more normal than this. The family was always kind to him, and treated him with respect. They weren't cruel, as his peers had been while Lurch was growing up. They never overcompensated in their kindness. In the Addams family, he had found friendship, but more importantly, he had found his family.
Which is why he never never wasted any time at getting to them when they needed him, and why he was always all too happy to answer their call, "You rang?"