Lucy's P.O.V
The train rolled along the tracks to the dreaded place where I was born. I sat, starring out the window when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned away from the window and looked to see Lockwood's deep brown eyes starring back into mine. He smiled and I smiled back.
"Hey Love." He hummed.
"Hi." I replied. I had yet to come up with a nickname for him.
He gently combed his fingers threw my hair.
"Messy isn't it?" I weakly laughed.
"I hadn't noticed." He pulled me closer to him. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He continued petting my hair.
"Are you tired Love?" He whispered in my hear. It sent shivers running up and down my spine.
"A little." I shivered.
His arms wrapped around me tightly as he pulled me onto his lap. I rested my head in the crock of his neck. He softly kissed the top of my head.
"Babe, will you sing for me?" I asked. I blushed at the nickname I decided to use for him. "I like it when you sing."
"Sing with me Love. I love your voice." He whispered again. I nodded.
"Tell me everything that happend,
Tell me everything you saw." He started.
"They had lights inside their eyes,
They had lights inside their eyes." I replied.
"Did you see the closing window?
Did you hear the slamming door?"
"They moved forward and my heart died.
They moved forward and my heart died."
"Please, please, tell me what they looked like,
Did they seem afraid of you?"
"They were kids that I once knew.
They were kids that I once knew."
Chris then walked by and sat next to us.
My cheeks gained a shade of pink. I wasn't used to people listening to me sing.
"Hey Chris." Lockwood chirped.
"Hey you two. We're going to be working with three other international agents. Remember Miki? We're going to be working with her, Rosalina from France, and Antonio from Spain. They're all good friends of mine." She explained.
A tan man with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He was about Lockwood's height and wore denim genes, a plain red shirt with the Spanish flag on it, and a heavy black over jacket.
"¡Hace tento frío aquí! ¿Cómo puedes soportarlo Chris?" He had a thick Spanish accent. Then he looked at me and Lockwood in a confused manor. "¿Quienes son? ¿Son ellos tus amigos? ¿Son amantes?" He smiled slyly.
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Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass
FanfictionThe Problem is getting worse and worse, and as of recent, there has been an outbreak of a cluster in... Lucy's hometown? Lockwood & Co. is called to help with this cluster. However, it seems that normal agents aren't doing much to fix it. 4 internat...
