I'll be there // Lisa Peterson x reader

05 ♪ Moorland lackey

This was officially the stupidest, most unprompted, possibly illegally thing you had ever done. Why did you decide to do this? Because a guy roughly the age of your dad took you in the night before to earn 15 extra shillings? Though you'll admit, the thrill and possible horrifying thought of getting caught was a new kind of rush you hadn't felt, ever. And it felt good.

Returning back to Moorland stables, you couldn't spot Alex anywhere still, even if it was closer to 1 PM. You asked several stable-hands if they had seen her, but they all shook their head, the closest you got to figuring out her whereabouts was from a red haired girl who introduced herself as Maya, "She was staying in Valedale for the night to not wake her mother, maybe she overslept?" Yeah sure, I guess. 

"Y/N, I can't thank you enough, I owe you big time!" Thomas' voice made you spin around to face him. Even though his voice was filled with pure joy, your father had trained you to see any ulterior motives on peoples faces. "What now?" You said exasperatedly, earning a hearty chuckle from him, "You read me like a book, kid. There is a tiny thing, super tiny, super legal." He insists, earning a sigh from you. "I uh.. I can't find my deed anywhere in my mess, but I'm sure our old accountant has it!... Or at least knows where it is. She retired last year, it's probably in her house somewhere?" The last sentence sounded more like a statement than a question. You worked your brain into overdrive, desperately trying to find a good reason to not do this, but it was something in the way he was looking at you with that pathetically begging look in his eyes that made you begrudgingly say yes. Until Alex comes you have to stay on good terms with him too, that's probably why you said yes, that makes sense.

Thomas had given you the directions, and even pointed at the house. It was so close that if you were in your right mind you'd tell him to walk over there himself. The red house stood fenced in at the little hill, accompanied with a picnic table outside decorated with a small tablecloth and an empty tea cup. Except for the faint sound of the summer camp kids at the beach screaming and splashing around, it was completely quiet. "Hello?" You call out. 

An old woman came walking out the front door, holding a teapot, "Oh, hello dear, I don't think we've met, call me Mrs. Holdsworth." She greeted. "Y/N" You reply. "Care for some dandelion tea?" She places the teapot on the picnic table. "No, uh.. do you happen to have the deed to Moorland Stables do you?" You scratched your elbow. Mrs. Holdsworth rested her weight onto the table, it looked almost like the frail woman was about to collapse, before she straightened up as nothing had happened and spoke to you, "I think... I think the deed would be in Old Man Jasper's house, up on the way to Fort Pinta. After the death of his wife poor Thomas only wanted to spend time with his horses and son, I'm sure he'd appreciate it if you went to retrieve the papers for him" Were you even getting paid for this? You should definitely be getting paid for this. "Thanks.. I think." You mumble a goodbye before walking back down towards the stables, hearing a faint "Anytime dear." as you descended.

This being Moorland Stables' new lackey gave you one bonus: getting your steps in. Anything else was not worth it. You could be off riding with your horse on a trail somewhere, but here you are going to interrupt an old man's peace and quiet for a piece of paper. "I don't take girl scout cookies, go away." A man in a mustard yellow plaid sweater and worn overalls spoke, smoking his pipe the moment you stepped foot fully up the hill. "I'm supposed to get a deed for Moorland stables? Save it from becoming condos or something." You state. The guy furrowed his brows and rubbed his beard, "Thomas' stable is being run to the ground, huh? Good. Shoo." You can at least say you tried.

Wanting to avoid seeing Thomas and being given a new impossibly annoying task that could possibly send you behind bars, you decided to hang out in the small courtyard, opting to find a box to sit on and text your friends rather than plot a jailbreak. "Y/N! Hey!" You yelp at Justin's voice right in front of you. Does that man know how to make his appearance known to anyone before scaring the living Christ out of them? He didn't catch the glare you sent his way, if he did he definitely chose to ignore it, "I heard you turned of those GPS things, that's super cool! Anyways I think I know where the deed is! Jasper up on that hill has a chest full of our legal documents that could very much have the deed in it!" "Already been up there, not seeing that old man again." 

You jump off your crate, wanting to go to your room, but getting stopped by Justin's hand on your wrist, "Please? I have a certificate for him to see." You stare at the hand around your wrist with disgust before looking up at him, "That cranky old man doesn't wanna see me, and I don't wanna see him." "Y/N, please, if not for me then at least my dad?" He shows you the document. A.. birth certificate? 

"A birth certificate?" He nods at your quizzical tone as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Proof I'm his grandson, he blames my dad for my mom's- his daughter's death, maybe familial values will make him give the deed? You're a neutral third person?" He's got the same sad, almost pathetic begging eyes his father has. Though you do have to admit you're getting intrigued by this front row seating to the family drama, "Fine." "Yes! Thank you, Y/N!" He wrapped you in a bone shattering hug, making you slightly push at his chest for him to pull away. He mumbled a quick sorry before giving you the deed with a giddy smile you'd see on an 8 year old, not an 18 year old. 

"What are you doing back here again? I said shoo!" Jasper made a show of moving his hands dramatically to get you away. "As much as I want to, Justin wanted me to give you this." You hand him the certificate, watching the various stages of despair and a couple extra flash across his face. "I uh... It's in my attic, go look." He mumbles. You sigh, can anyone on this island do anything for themselves? 

You walk back to the farm, waving the deed at Justin, who stood with his jaw practically on the floor, "You did it! No way! It worked!" Justin looked over the deed, not believing his eyes. "Hey! Don't underestimate the L/N charm in all of this." He laughed at that. "I have to go show my dad!" 

That only leaves one thing; where on earth is Alex?

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