First, this is my first fanfic, so be nice. Second, please read, and review. Third, I have have no clue how long this will be, but it is surely not a one shot. Finally, I own none of the characters in this, except my OC(s). ENJOY!
Chapter One: The Gift and the Dog.
It was, once again, a normal day on 35 Portland row. The mid-day sun gleamed against the street and casted a blinding reflection off of the iron tiles, into the eyes of the man delivering the not-so ordinary package. The package was a small box, maybe four inches cubed, and two inches deep. The man reached to knock on the door, when he was intercepted from behind by one George Cubbins returning from picking up breakfast. The team just returned from a night involving a hoard of unnaturally angry cold maidens in a chapel. The team had one hell of a night, and finally drew straws to see who had to get breakfast. George, unfortunately, got the, hch-um, short end of the stick here. George was in his usual attire of loose fitting sweat pants that gave any adult the fear of a wraith wailing at them from behind an iron chain, but the rest was fine. A loose fitting t-shirt, his rounded spectacles and messy blonde hair. The man could tell he lived here, and so handed George the package.
"Here you go. You guys agents? Because you certainly look like you've seen a ghost." The postman said.
"Yah. Try five strangely vengeful Cold Maidens in a small chapel. Then DEPRAC giving you an earful just 'cause we brought the source home before the furnaces due to fatigue,"
"Man you agents got it tough-oh,"George handed the man the thing he needed to sign for the package,"Thanks"
"No problem, Thank you." So George headed into 35 Portland row, balancing a package, cinnamon rolls, and three bottles of milk. When he entered he was slammed by Lucy, making him drop the small package, yet somehow nothing else. "Don't fret. I have saved the drinks." George said rising the drinks, and getting a small applause from the onlooking Lockwood.
"Funny Cubbins, but you could have saved me from falling." Lucy scolded, dusting off her skirt as she got up.
"That's Lockwood's job." George said, getting both a scowl, and deep blush from Lucy. "Oh, yah. Lucy that package, I believe it is addressed to you."
"OK thanks." Lucy said picking up the package, and slipping into her coat pocket. They then stepped into the kitchen to see Lockwood doodling on the thinking cloth. "Hey Lockwood, what you drawing?"
"Oh, just something from a dream." The other two made their way to see what Lockwood drew. It turned out to be a heart with branches of a willow tree sprouting from the top surrounding the initials AL.
"OooooOOoo! Lockwood, what dream was this?" George said nudging Lockwood in the shoulder, the message was lost on Lucy.
"Shut it Cubbins" Lockwood said in his calm demeanor. Yet still getting the threat through. Lockwood's words were calm yet hinted to the amount of shut it juice he was pouring George. "Right, then. What did they have at the store George?'
"Luckily, they had some cinnamon rolls still, and they were made about half an hour ago."
"Yum!" Lucy said while her eyes stared down the rolls like fresh prey after a week of starvation.
"Yeeeeeesss. Yum. Lucy you cool, or should I go back and get you like gazelle or something." Georges remark was simply met with daggers being thrown from Lucy's eyes.
After their relative fill of rolls and some rest, the team went their separate ways. Lucy went to change, and check her package, while George went surfing on the web, and Lockwood was Lockwood, so he wasn't seen leaving, ansd was secretive about it.
Lucy changed from her dark knee high skirt, with grey leggings, and a grey-ish dress shirt, with a black silky over coat, into a pair of baggy thin-worn pajama pants, and a tank-top. Finally she tore open the small manilla envelope to reveal a black box about four inches cubed, and two inches deep. She removed the lid to find a silver necklace with a metal four leaf clover inside of a glass jar connected to the chain. Plus a note reading,
Dear Sis,
How have you been doing. I finally got a good job and found the money to get you something nice. I know it isn't much, but with you being a big time agent and all.
Be safe,
Maranda Carlyle.
"How nice. I almost forgot about my sisters. Hmm? Strange, she didn't give me a return address," Lucy scoured the envelope, but to no avail, "Oh, that is strange. Hmm. This looks like I could open it, cool"
As Lucy opened the cork on the bottle, she released a ghost. A wraith no less. It got the jump on Lucy and ghost-locked her, the shock of a ghost helped. It then tried to envelope her, but she had enough control to scream. Lockwood bolted through her door at once and threw and assessed the situation. At once, he grabbed Lucy's rapier warded it off with it, but the deed was done and Lucy fell, with indications of swelling at her hand, and shoulder. Lockwood acted at once and ran to get adrenalin. He worked fast enough, he was able to stop the swelling, but she was still unconscious and the paramedics said the shock, trauma, ghost-touch, and adrenaline knocked her out, bad, but it is treatable, and she should wake in a couple of days at most.
After spending almost six hours in the hospital, Lockwood and George gave the doctors their numbers, so they could ring them if any change occurred. Then they left for home, Lockwood clutching the necklace. Once home, Lockwood made a blazing fire, and threw the necklace into it. He wished his Talent of hearing was stronger, so he could hear the wraith's wail as its source slowly burned. "I-I'm sorry Lockwood, this may be to soon but. How were you able to get to Lucy so fast?"
"I was going to ask her out tonight." Lockwood swore punched the chimney," She was suppose to be so happy tonight. She was suppose to have been screaming in joy. I should have had to make this phone call to reserve a table for our date. Not this" Lockwood began to ring a number George had never seen.
"Lockwood I know we've never been in this situation, but. Who the hell could help us."
"George this type of situation is exactly what he does"
"OK, what's his name?"
"Al you need to know is he's a friend."
"Lockwood, I'm taking any bullcrap this time. Who is he!?"
"His true name? After nine years, I don't even know." Lockwood turned to face George, raising the phone to his head. The seriousness in his eyes a complete one-eighty of himself, "I know him as, Hound"