the bones of our past - Lockwood x Lucy

Lights Out

A/N: Hi everyone!

Sorry for the long wait! This chapter, in its original form, was not only as long as the last one, but even longer. So long, in fact, that I had to split it up into two for the sake of me keeping my sanity during editing.But it means that, although I needed longer to publish this one, the next chapter is already written, so it shouldn't be a two-week wait again before I'll be able to get it out to you.
In that same breath, PSA again that this will have a part 2 in which the story will be continued!!

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Mary Carlyle sat and stared out of the window. Night had fallen long ago, and with it, the time had gone where she'd actually been able to see anything. Still, she couldn't help but stare into the direction of Wythburn Mill.

She was worrying.

She hadn't stopped worrying ever since Lucy and her team had left, to be quite exact.

There had been something in Lucy's expression, something in her eyes, that had sparked fear in Mary's heart. That had made her think that Lucy might not plan on coming back.

And frankly, it was more than she could take. More than she was prepared to take.

"Is everything alright in here?" A voice called from just outside the door, and Mary was quick to stop the recording playing on tape. "Anyone still vomiting?"

"George is still feeling a bit under the weather, but we're okay, thanks!" Mary called out, trying her best to imitate how Lucy sounded. "How's the flooding doing?"

"Oh, it's just fine!" A shout came back, and Mary rolled her eyes.

Clearly, it was not 'just fine'. She had to willfully ignore the thin layer of water on the ground every time she hopped down from where she was sitting on the windowsill.

"I stuffed some blankets in there, it should slow down now! You kids sure you don't want to move into another room?"

At this, Mary pulled a grimace. "No, thanks!"

"Well, I'll tell you when that good-for-nothing Sam Colby comes back! Calls himself a craftsman and then just runs away, can you believe it?"

"What a scoundrel," Mary replied, imitating Lockwood now for the fun of it. "This would have never happened in my darling London."

"I know, Mr. Lockwood, I know, and I do apologise. It's just that he's the only craftsman in town, and our houses are all falling apart with age. We're desperate. The Lord only knows I would welcome anyone carrying tools in here and probably bake them Shepherd's Pie while I'm at it."

This made Mary frown. It reminded her of something. Something Sam had said the first time they'd interviewed him. Back then, he'd offered his help with their investigation, and as to why he would be useful, he had said that because everybody needed his services, he could basically get into anyone's house without them thinking too much of it.

Into anyone's house.

"Mrs. Draper, would you ever leave a craftsman unsupervised inside of your house?" Mary asked, no longer bothering to disguise her voice.

"Mary? Is that you in there? When did you join them? But yes, of course. I left Sam and his uncle alone in here all the time whenever they came over to fix something. Wouldn't do to stand around with no good use."

Mary sprang up agitatedly, not caring for the water on the floor anymore.

Now, she knew she was a bit out of the loop regarding Lockwood & Co.'s investigation into whoever was placing these sources inside of homes, but she had gotten George to tell her their latest theories when Lucy and Lockwood were busy doing whatever they were always doing out on that car roof.