Little stories of love and joy.

lockwood and co

Chapter 1: The Accidental Strike

Lucy Carlyle stood in the dimly lit training room of Lockwood & Co., her heart pounding with anticipation. She had asked Anthony Lockwood, her partner and the leader of their ghost-hunting agency, to train with her downstairs. It had been a while since they had sparred together, and Lucy felt the need to sharpen her skills. Little did she know that this training session would take an unexpected turn.

As Lockwood entered the room, his silver rapier glinting in the low light, Lucy couldn't help but admire his confident stride. Lockwood was always a sight to behold, with his unruly dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore his usual attire, a tailored black suit that accentuated his lean frame. Lucy had always found him attractive, but she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"Ready, Lucy?" Lockwood asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Lucy nodded, gripping her own weapon tightly. She had chosen a slender blade, perfect for quick and precise strikes. As they began their sparring session, Lucy's mind wandered, occupied with her own thoughts. She had been feeling a strange mix of emotions lately, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

In her distracted state, Lucy swung her blade with more force than intended, catching Lockwood off guard. The blade connected with his cheek, leaving a clean, shallow cut. Time seemed to slow down as Lucy watched in horror, realizing what she had done.

Lockwood staggered back, a hand flying to his cheek. Blood trickled down his face, staining his pristine suit. His usually composed demeanor shattered, replaced by a mix of surprise and pain. His blue eyes widened, reflecting a mixture of shock and hurt.

Lucy dropped her weapon, rushing towards Lockwood. "Lockwood, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

But Lockwood held up a hand, his voice strained. "It's alright, Lucy. Just a little accident." He attempted a smile, but it faltered, revealing the pain he was trying to hide.

Lucy's heart sank as she took in the sight of Lockwood's injuries. His cheek was marred by the clean stroke of her blade, a thin line of blood trailing down his face. His suit, once immaculate, was now stained and torn. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her, threatening to drown her in remorse.

George Cubbins, their ever-sarcastic and loyal teammate, entered the room just in time to witness the aftermath. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. "Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like someone got a little carried away, eh, Lockwood?"

Lockwood shot George a glare, his voice laced with pain. "Not now, George."

But George's sarcastic facade quickly faded, replaced by genuine concern. He rushed to Lockwood's side, inspecting the wound on his cheek. "You alright, mate? That's quite a nasty cut."

Lockwood winced as George prodded the wound. "I'll live, George. Just need a bit of patching up."

Lucy watched the exchange, her guilt intensifying. She had never intended to hurt Lockwood, and now she had caused him pain. She felt a lump forming in her throat, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Lockwood," Lucy whispered, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just... distracted."

Lockwood's gaze softened as he looked at Lucy, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm. "It's alright, Lucy. Accidents happen. We'll get through this, just like we always do."

Lucy nodded, her tears spilling over. Lockwood's forgiveness only made her feel worse, but she knew she had to learn from her mistake. She vowed to be more focused, to never let her distractions endanger her team again.

As George fetched the first aid kit, Lucy couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the people she had by her side. Lockwood, despite his injuries, still managed to comfort her. And George, with his sarcastic remarks, showed his genuine concern. Together, they formed a team that could weather any storm, even the accidental strikes that life threw their way.