Lockwood and Co. - Oneshots

Down By The Riverside

[A/N] There is no real like relationship goals or whatever in this, more just fluff leading up to couple things if u get what i mean idk ?? thanks for reading xoxo

I am in no way affilliated with Johnathan Stroud or any entities pertaining to Lockwood and Co. This publishing is completely for consumer entertainment. This is classified as fair usage. xoxo 

let the show begin !

// Lockwood's POV \\

   We were walking along a road in Kensington. You know, the two of them never stop arguing - not even for the life of them. George says something about Luce's posture, then her response usually consists of a comment on his forehead, hairline, or the stains on his shirt. It was about curfew; maybe 6:30? Either way, we were tired, hungry, and frazzled. George had dragged Lucy and I along on one of his extensive research trips. When he is in his element, George is not a force to be reckoned with. We came across a waterfront fish and chips shop. Who knew that grease upon grease is the perfect combination? George purchased a deluxe basked, while Luce and I opted to split a combo. As the night approached, and the Ghost Lamps' light amplified, we sat there. It was not until about ten that we left. It was one of those rare instances where we enjoying each other's company - until we saw it.

   Suddenly, Lucy fell out of her chair, wincing in pain. I looked up just as she drew her rapier. For centuries, the River Thames has been a center for dumping remains of persons who died a gruesome death. The running water suppresses the visitors - but only for the time that their sources are in contact with said water. Once the sources wash up on the north or south banks, that suppression stops. You could see how this is a problem for people who are sitting at a waterfront location with no chains - at night. Lucky for George and I, Lucy never traveled without a flare. The flare of choice today just so happened to be one of the Magnesium kind. 

   As the visitors began to enter the shop, Lucy shouted at George to phone DEPRAC. I watched him run out of the room - quite possibly the last time I could ever see him. I looked at Lucy - with her looking back at me. I can't describe what I feel when I look at her; I haven't felt anything for a long time. It could be affection, close companionship, or maybe love. Once my eyes focused again, I saw a Cold Maiden rushing through the space - straight towards her. Just as I had realized I had some sort of feelings for her - her life was in danger. I sprang the short distance between us, and performed an esteemed French Rapier Twist - a move invented by Marissa Fittes. 

   I wouldn't say it was too late when I got to her,  but there were certainly more visitors than previous. I can say with certainty that I saw at least two Cold Maidens, a Wraith, and three Shades. 'Luce, I don't want to trouble you or anything, but I do feel like we are surrounded,' I began. She scowled at me, unduly, if I may add. 'I can tell that much. I think I'm going to use my flare.' I quickly agreed with that statement. She pulled the pin on the magnesium-filled canister, and threw it into the middle of the room.

   White-hot magnesium, iron fillings, and salt flew across the room. Fire spread across the floor, and up the walls. Lucy and I had time to retreat to the far side of the room before we heard it - a deafening crack. We looked at each other, then slowly looked up.

   The ceiling came crashing down.

[A/N] Hey pookiepies !!! Im splitting this into two parts bcuz I am tired and its kinda late ! I expect to finish this story up within the next two days. Thanks for reading xoxo

See you soon!!

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