Lockwood and Co Imagines

Are you okay?

"Are you okay?"

You looked at the boy, standing at the door, concern painted all over his face. 

"I'm fine." You hid your nervousness.

You were sitting in the living room of an agency called Lockwood and Co. Involuntarily shaking your knees. Your mind was running a thousand miles per second. This was your first case, it's normal to be nervous.

You got this job last week. You came from a small town with nothing but a rapier and a dream. You first discovered your talent when you were seven years old.

You were playing in the field with your friends when you touched a tree and saw a man hanging from it. That's when you discovered you have talent.

Also, It was a horrifying thing for a kid to see but it intrigued you, instead. Since then, you wanted to be an agent.

Anyways, it's almost time to leave for work. Lockwood calls your name, breaking your train of thoughts.

"Hi," Lockwood muttered.

"Hey.."

"are you..okay?"

"I'm okay but I'm nervous."

"I could tell. It's normal to be nervous. I was too, when I got my first job."

"Really?"

He nods, not leaving your eyes. You gave him a smile. You don't have a choice but to be confident. You don't want to lose this job

"Ah home for tonight." George sighed while settling the bags.

"We still have half an hour in our hands. Fancy some tea?" You asked. You received some enthusiastic nods as a response and made your way to the kitchen.

You pop the kettle and settle on the counter. You closed your eyes and touched a few items in the kitchen, looking for some clues.

"Found anything?" Lockwood peeks inside the kitchen.

"Not yet"

When you opened your eyes, you found Lockwood pouring tea and handed you a cup. You sipped your tea, content with the warmth it gives to your heart. One thing you love about Portland Row is the tea. Lockwood makes the best tea but you can't reveal this to anyone. If George finds out he will be pissed off, he takes pride in his culinary skills.

"Shall we?" Lockwood gives you his hand.

"We shall."

It was harder than you thought. The visitor is strong and fast for some reason. You and Lockwood are trying to fight off the visitor while George and Lucy are looking for the source.

"WATCH OUT."

You dodged and swung your rapier on the Ghost. "Lockwood, I don't think there's only one visitor."

Before he could process you pushed him to the corner and threw a salt bomb on the ghost which was standing right behind him. Lockwood was startled for a moment but regained his composure.

Soon, both of you were fighting off the visitors in such ease, it's like watching a dance routine. It's like you both are meant to be together.

"WE FOUND IT"

You heard Lucy from across the room.

"Take your time to secure it, no pressure." With a dash of sarcasm you swung your rapier for the last time. It was gone. The visitors disappeared, the room went quiet. You can only hear your heavy breathing.

You tried to stand but you fell on your knees, you felt a sharp pain in your waist. You touched it and felt warm blood oozing from your wound.

"(Name),are you okay?" Lockwood gave you his shoulder, pulling you off the floor.

"I don't remember how..I hurt myself."

"Don't speak right now. I'll patch you up, hold on."

You're back in your room, sitting in your bed watching Lockwood practically running around the house. Looking for a med kit. You shook your head in exhaustion.

"Lockwood I'm fine."

The rustling stopped for a moment, you thought maybe he went outside the house but you were met with heavy footsteps.

"Fine?"

You looked up with your droopy tired eyes. You saw Lockwood taking a seat in front of you.

"You're far from fine." He grimly said. "May I?" He gestured to your shirt. Silently asking to remove it. You nod in response.

He helped you take it off, he didn't meet your eyes and you also felt the wall beside you looked interesting. He silently cleaned up your wound, muttering in his breath.

You felt the tension inside the room so high, you might die from lack of oxygen. "You scared me."

You looked at him in astonishment. "Lockwood.."

"If you say 'fine' one more time, I won't talk to you" he huffed. It made you smile.

He's so cute

"I'm sorry. I should've protected you better."

"It's not your responsibility to protect me, Lockwood"

"It's my name written on the door. It's my responsibility to protect my employees"

You couldn't figure out why the word 'employee' hurt you a little.

After patching you up, he sat beside you.

"You saved me but I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry." He looked so guilty it broke your heart.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time" you gave a reassuring smile to him.

You both remain quiet for a while, silently enjoying each other's company.

"Does it hurt?"

" Yeah a little, but I'll be fine soon. I think I'll just lay down a bit."

"Oh yes." He helped you lay on the bed. He tucked you in, literally. You blushed at his actions.

"Are you really fine?"

"Lockwood for the love of God, I am fine. Please don't worry so much." You cried.

"I..was just making sure you're okay. Geez." Nonchalantly, he replied.

He got out of your room and closed the door behind you only to open it again.

"Are you okay, name?" This time he's just teasing you.

You threw a pillow at his face but before it hits him, he shuts the door and laughs mischievously. You smiled to yourself and went to deep slumber.

Hii readers!! it's been a while. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What should I write next? Do let me know. See you soon. Xoxo
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