Lockwood & Co. The Shattered Glass

Chapter 18

Third Person

Lucy clung to Lockwood like he was her lifeline. After numerous times of confirming that this was real - he was alive - she refused to let him go.

"Lucy, if Chris sees me outside of her room-"

"To hell with what Chris will do!"

He sighed. "Lucy, I was sick and silverly injured."

"Was." She pointed out.

"I love you, Lucy, but you have to let me go!"

"After the week I've been through?"

He couldn't deny her that. He would have done the same thing to her. Yet still, she wasn't the one who Chris was hawking over. She didn't know what Chris could do-

"QUILL!!!!" Speak of the devil...

Lockwood mentally cursed to himself. And Lucy still refused to let him go. Maybe Chris was just worried that he left without telling her. Maybe Lockwood was just making a big deal out of nothing. Hopefully, that was true, because he didn't want to see Chris's bad side.

Chris was running down the stairs, Kipps following.

"Chris, are you sure you aren't seeing things? You know this happened last time after her to death." Kipps mentioned.

"I'm telling you Quill, he was there! And now he's gone!" She cried.

"Chris, I think you need to go to bed, or at the very least, take your mind off of Tony." He tried appeasing.

"No Quill. I know what I saw and what I didn't see."

Their bickering went on for a while longer. Lockwood and Lucy snuck into the kitchen.

"Hopefully, they won't catch us in here." He sighed.

"I don't care if they catch us." And she really didn't. All that she cared about at the moment was that he was alive.

He sighed, giving in to her and wrapping his arms around her. Lucy nussled her face into his chest. Lockwood wrapped his arms around her. For the past week, Lucy had been heartbroken. 

"Well, this is touching and all, but..." John Madson stood in the doorway. How long had he been there? Lockwood's grip on Lucy tightend defensively.

"What do you want John?" Lockwood snarld.

"Don't you have some work to do?" John asked.

Lockwood scoffed at him. Lucy stood there, in Lockwood's arms, wondering what the hell had happened between them to cause such a discomfort between them?

"Come now, Mr. Lockwood, shouldn't you show Holly and Quill you're alive?" He sounded decently pleasant. As if he was suggesting what to have for dinner. Lockwood still took it as a taunt.

"They aren't my main concern right now." He explained. He was holding Lucy rather tightly and it was getting hard for her to breath.

"Mr. Lockwood-"

"Why are you here John? What do you want?!" Lockwood was getting impatient and was squeezing Lucy rather tightly. He may not look as strong, but he could kill someone just by hugging them.

"I think you should let Ms. Carlyle go. She's haveing a hard time breathing." Once he said this, Lockwood noticed and promptly released Lucy, apologizing profusely. Lucy was just happy to breath again.

"Christina may say that I am mad, but I really do think it's YOU that is mad, Mr. Lockwood." John noted.

"What makes you say that?" He snapped.