alternate universe where Lockwood and Lucy kiss before she leaves Lockwood and Co, after their argument in the Cafe. There's also a sad twist in the end so stay around for that
the start of this fic is basically the Creeping Shadow's plot, except th...
TW/ this chapter contains Non-Con, If you are triggered by this scroll to the three asterisk's ***
Lockwood POV 1290 Words
Lucy stood in the hallway downstairs. The door to the lounge behind her was shut, her rapier drawn. Holly wasn't there. "Where's Holly?" I asked, my hand on my rapier hilt. "Oh she went to check the back garden." Lucy smiled, she stared at me, but something was different. "Well, what's wrong?" I tilted my head. "The ghosts in there. He's not like normal ones he hasn't flown through the wall or dissolved." "Okay, open the door, but be ready." I advised, taking my rapier out of it's velcro hold.
Lucy opened the door and we stepped inside. The lounge was cold that was for sure, there was no fire in the fireplace. I looked around the room, there was no trail or apparition. "Lucy.." I frowned, confused. "Where is he?" Suddenly Lucy's hands were grabbing me, pushing me to the wall. Her hands gripped the sides of my jacket, pulling my body tightly to her. I felt her lips press against mine and felt myself melt into the wall.
But this wasn't right, I didn't feel anything. For a moment I was confused, overwhelmed by the heat of the kiss, but then realisation struck. And I was stood there, Lucy's body pressed into mine. I was stuck between her and the wall. The worst part wasn't the fact she was kissing me, it was the fact I was already reacting to it. I felt the pressure build in my trousers, pressing into her leg.
I was so touch-staved at some point in the confusing mess of the kiss, I was enjoying it. Though, I felt ashamed. Then I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her sides hard enough to get her to pull away. "Lucy." I said, my voice coming out shakier than I would have hoped. I coughed and tried again, "Lucy." I said in a sterner voice. "What are you doing??"
"Well if I can't get your memories back through storytelling or trying to make you mad, I may as well try this." She ran her hand through my hair. "No, no this is wrong." I shook my head, and took her hand pulling it away from my hair. "Lucy, this is.." I stared at her, the shame and anger filling me chest reality pushing into me. "Lucy what the fuck?!" She stepped back, her eyes widening with shock. "But he said, he said it would be fine." "Who? Who told you that kissing your boss- or anyone for that matter, without permission was fine?! I would love to meet this person!" I glared at her, pushing my back off the wall and stepping closer to her.
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"I-" Lucy was about to say something but the room tilted one more time, as another scream echoed through the house. This time it wasn't just Holly screaming. I could hear George yelling, and the sound of something breaking against the floor. I glared one more time at Lucy, her hair in her face, the shine of her necklace reflecting off the moonlight that streamed into the room. Then I walked out, running upstairs to George and Holly.
The ghost of the boy was floating above them, Holly was sat there on the floor, she wasn't moving. George blocked my view of her face, he was throwing salt bombs wildly around the room. The ghost confidently avoiding them.
"George, what happened?!" Waving my rapier towards the ghost. "What happened??" George repeated. "Where were you, Lockwood?! Huh?? The ghost was in thus room the whole time, as all of us thought. So, where were you?!" Shame filled my heart, hearing George's voice break like that wasn't the best feeling. "It's a little complicated right now." I muttered through gritted teeth.
The ghost had swooped hair, he did indeed wear pyjamas. They were stained with substances that looked like sick. He looked at his nails and smirked, looking unbothered at George and I. "Cocky little brat isn't he?" I asked, George nodded. I glances back at Holly. "She's ghost-locked." George said. "But it's not extreme, I got her out of the line of Williams gaze, but she's stuck in it still." "Where's the source??" I asked looking wildly around the room.
"That's the problem," George shouted, picking up a flare, "I have no idea what, or where it is!" "Well, what does he want??" I stared at the ghost, he rolled his shining eyes and flicked a hand. The office desk floated upwards off it's legs and held in the air. "George, duck!" I grabbed Holly's side and pulled her towards me just as the desk flew across the room above our heads. It landed on it side with a crash.
"Fuck, Lockwood I don't know what to do!" George cried. Suddenly a burst of light and sound happened. A wail came from the boy as he dissolved into sparks and dust. Lucy stood there, a medicine bottle covered in a metal net in her hand.
Me and George sat there breathing heavy, staring up at Lucy in the doorway. Her face was grim, tight. "How- How did you know?" "It doesn't matter. We need to get out of here." She nodded to the growing fire rising in the room. "She's right." George got to his feet and helped pick up Holly with Lucy.
I stared at Lucy. "I called an ambulance," she sighed, "They should be here soon." We struggled walking down the stairs, my side hurt. We walked out the front door, the moonlight shone down onto the tarmac. George sat Holly down on one of the chairs outside, sitting down on a chair next to her.
Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, and paced. I glared at her. But didn't say anything. When the ambulance showed up, half the house was on fire, DEPRAC vans had also showed up, evidence of Inspector Barnes. Doctors rushed over to Holly, taking her into the van and giving her a shot of adrenaline. Firefighters jumped out of the van and took control of the fire.
Barnes, in his usual long coat and hat, with his wispy white moustache, walked over to us. Hands in his long coats pockets. "Well well, Lockwood and Company. Didn't think we'd meet, as of course, you've been ordered to take less attention grabbing cases and more of the.. cut-rate jobs. But of course, like usual, you fail to do as told." He grumbled.
"Of course, you know us Inspector," I beamed, "but these people came to us in desperate need of help, sir, and we were there to help them." "Mh, and how that 'help' work out for you? Another house burnt down to the ground. And your little friend over there." He gestured a wrinkled finger to the ambulance van. "Will she be okay?" Lucy asked. Anger bubbled within me. "Yes, it wasn't an extreme ghost-lock, she wasn't in it for too long, she should come out in about 20 minutes or so. If not, immediately call a doctor or taxi and drive up to the hospital."
"Thank you, Inspector." I smiled and shook his hand, he tilted his hat. "Just stay out of trouble." He muttered and walked back to his van.
The ride home was in silence. Holly was being driven home by DEPRAC. So we wouldn't see her till morning. George's glasses were smudged with soot, my back and side hurt from ducking hard to the ground. And of course, there was Lucy. I didn't say anything to her whilst DEPRAC were there, I didn't say anything during the ride home. Didn't while the car pulled up to Portland Row. Didn't while I payed the driver, and I didn't while I walked up the stairs of 35 Portland Row, and walked into the door of my home.
And that was the beginning of the end.
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