the bones of our past - Lockwood x Lucy

Let the Right One In

A/N: TW for a minor panic attack

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"So let me get this straight," George said, not sounding particularly convinced. "You touched Norrie, somehow got transported into a 'veil', and she then showed you visions of the fog and the Wythburn haunting being one and the same. Did I forget anything? Any flying pigs I didn't mention?"

Lucy shook her head, still out of breath from running all the way to the library from the Whites' house. At the moment, she was still too agitated to be annoyed, but Lockwood knew that would change quickly enough. "I know how that sounds, but it was real! I know what I saw!"

"I saw her have the vision, George," he supported her. "She was completely gone."

And it had scared the shit out of him, actually.

"Could've been an elliptical seizure," George argued and turned to Mary, who had joined him in the library after having successfully stolen her medication. "Do you know about any family history concerning that?"

Both Mary and Lockwood shot him sour looks then, to which he raised his hands defensively.

"Please, George," Lucy tried again, her voice shaking. "Please, believe me. I know that it doesn't make sense and that this has never happened before, but Norrie was right there . She talked to me. And I believe that if we secure the source at Wythburn, she might wake up."

Her voice broke at the end, and George seemed to notice. His gaze softened. "You know that there is no evidence suggesting a correlation between ghost locked patients waking up and the source of their original haunting being contained, right?"

"This is different. She told me," Lucy argued, and now George nodded slowly.

"Alright, okay. Then let's just assume that this really happened, and you can confer with the ghost locked."

Lockwood suspected that George did not actually believe her (he was a man of evidence), but had instead decided to take pity on a clearly distressed friend. Whatever it was, he was thankful for it. Not only did he not want to see his two best friends fight right now, but he himself did believe Lucy. He had learned his lesson about that long ago, after all.

"If the official first appearance of the fog then was inside of Wythburn Mill, it would mean that the source has to be somewhere close to that location," George concluded, and now there was that concentrated expression sneaking back onto his face that Lockwood knew so well. "That would make a lot of sense, actually. Remember that 'Home' the Whites talked about during lunch?"

"What about it?" Lockwood asked, and George shot him a sly grin.

"I had a hunch it could lead to something when Wanda mentioned it. A forgotten home in the middle of the forest once filled with people who no one knows where they went? Sounds like just the stuff for an incredibly powerful ectoplasm fog. And I was right, partly."

Lucy's eyes shifted impatiently. "Well, what did you find out?"

"It took some searching, I'll admit, but after I had managed to orientate myself in this library's completely irrational sorting system," George spoke loudly whilst side-eyeing the librarian on duty, "I found something very interesting-"

"Hey, we found it," Mary interrupted. "I helped you, remember?"

George shrugged his shoulders. "I did all the hard work."

"Excuse me?! I had to sweet talk that librarian into giving you uncharismatic arse that arrest warrant-"

"Guys!" Lockwood shouted, not in the mood to listen to some extended bickering. "What did you two find out?"