The Closest Thing To You I Could Get (Lockwood And Co)

The closest thing to you I could get...

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chloe1ovatt

"Lucy! Lucy, no!"
I hear Lockwood's voice scream in a neat harmony with George's.

I love it when Lockwood says my name. It makes me feel... I don't know, special. Somehow, I could feel like this for the rest of my life and I wouldn't complain. Don't ask me why, because - honestly - I have no idea, either.

"Lucy! Lucy! LUCY!"

I woke from my nightmare, sitting bolt upright in my bed. That was too close. Any time longer than that would have been a fatal error. I made a mental note to myself not to eat cheese before I go to bed, no matter how much George nags at me!

Completely sure that I wasn't dreaming any more, I slowly sunk back down into my bed. Boy, was I glad that it was over. I hate seeing his face when it is full of despair like that...

Ah! What was I saying? I shouldn't think of my boss like that... should I?

"Lucy!" A voice tells from right outside my door. I jumped with fright, thinking that my nightmare wasn't over at all. Then I realised that the voice was shouting with what seemed like anger rather than sadness.

'Oops,' I thought. 'Lockwood's realised that I've eaten all of his rapier mints.'

By the way, rapier mints are edible, even if they don't sound so.

I think.

Before I can react, Lockwood bursts into my room. "Lucy!"

I yelp and dive under the covers. I wasn't even wearing my best pyjamas, for goodness' sake!

"Lucy, where were you last night?" He demanded. "We waited ages and ages for you! You had better have a good enough explanation, or I'm afraid you'll have to swap positions with Holly..."

I gulped. Paperwork was really not my area of expertise, unfortunately. Last night... what happened last night? I actually couldn't remember.

"Lucy?" Lockwood glared at me. "Fine. Later on you can do all the boring, easy stuff while Holly comes out with me to get more involved. Do you think that's fair enough?"

"Lockwood, I'm really sorry... I just... can't remember."

Lockwood's lips tightened. "Okay then. You're in the office for the next week. Holly will take your place out on the field. Now get changed, you've got some cleaning to do."

Lockwood actually met my eyes with a look of regret at this.  "Luce... you would tell me of something was wrong, wouldn't you?"

My eyes widened. How did he know? Then I realised that he was only guessing. "Yeah," I missed lazily. Now get lost, Lockwood, unless you want a splendid view of my a§§ when I bend over to pick up my pants."

Lockwood glared at me. "Fine. Oh, and Lucy?" He looked back one last time. "If you don't do this job properly  don't be surprise od you lose your place in Lockwood and Co."

                             *

It was the middle of the night when I left. I know I had only just  rejoined the agency, but I really had to do this. I couldn't risk Lockwood finding out about what happened that night. I mean, it's not like he would forgive me, anyway...
                            *

A knock in my apartment door caused me to pause in my writing. This, inevitably, made me extremely angry, as Wattpad meant the world to me. Those who dared disrupt my story-writing would sure as tell be in for a tough life from now on...

Even if I was writing about true events in my not-so-private diary.

Sighing, I got up from my seat at the ivory white desk I had found cheap in a charity shop the month before.

I fiddled with the chain in the door, tugging with all my might until it opened. Finally, it did.

And then I saw the person at the door. It was Lockwood!

"Lockwood? But how... how did you find me?" I stuttered.

Lockwood didn't answer. Instead, he pulled me to his warm body and kissed me like the world was going to end.

"Never," he whispered to me, pulling away slightly, "Never leave us like that again! Do you realise how much pain you caused George and me? Not to mention Holly! She couldn't sleep for days and kept blaming herself again. And Kipps... well, let's just not mention his reaction, shall we?" He laughed, then pulled me to him again.

"Lockwood..." I shrank away from him. "I have to tell you something."

"No, Luce. You don't. Jack told me everything. About your one night stand together; about you apparently loving me so much and I didn't notice you enough."

My eyes widened. "But... you're not mad. Why aren't you mad? Anyone else would be! I didn't turn up for work!"

Lockwood's eyes suddenly shone. Was he crying? "I'm not mad, Lucy Carlyle. How could I ever be mad with you? I'm madly in love with you, yes. Just, tell me one thing. Why Jack? Why my brother?"

I sniffed in reply. "Because he was the closest thing to you I could get, I suppose. Or, so I thought, anyway." I finished with a tug on Lockwood's arm, dragging him into my appartment and locking the door behind us.

Then I pushed him into my bedroom, me close at his heels...

A/N: So, yeah I gave Lockwood a brother that didn't die, but wasn't really alive as far as the reader was previously concerned. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, and au revoir mes petites enfants ❤