Hello! This story will be a collection of one shots that will mostly involve Lockwood and Lucy. I will also write some stories about George and maybe his relationship with Flo. This is the first story I've even written so please try to ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes. If you guys have any requests or prompt ideas feel free in leave them in the comments as well as any advice or comments you have relating to the story. I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. Thank you!

Disclaimer:

Lockwood and Co belongs to Jonathan Stroud as well as the characters in this story.

Nightmare

I shot up from my bed breathing heavily and disoriented. My pajamas were sticking to my skin as I was drenched in sweat.

I took in my surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief. I was safe in my room at Portland Row.

I looked over at my clock and it read 5:41 am. We had just gotten back from a job about 3 hours ago and we all went straight to bed. It was a difficult case that involved a ruthless fetch.

However, my nightmare was not related to the events of the past night. It was about the traumatic trip that Lockwood and I had taken to the other side.

We had both tried our best to forget about it. It was easy in the day when we had many distractions to make us forget about it. It only really affected me at night, when I was lying in bed with only my endless thoughts to keep me company.

I thought I was finally getting over that experience, but over the past week it has plagued my dreams.

I've been more tired lately and nothing really seemed to get me out of my slump. Lockwood, of course, had noticed and had brought it up a few times being the concerned boss he is. I just gave him a lame excuse that I was just tired from all of the late nights we've been having.

After a few minutes of trying to calm myself down and go back to sleep, I gave up.

I quietly opened my door and walked down to the kitchen. I made myself tea and opened the back door, letting the cool summer air embrace me.

I closed the door behind me and sat down on the back patio. Most people wouldn't dare go outside at night, but I'm not most people. I felt safe where I was underneath the ghost lamps.

I sighed and took a sip of my tea. I wondered what Lockwood was doing right now. Was he asleep or was he also awoken rudely by an unwelcome nightmare? He seemed to be getting over our journey to the other side a lot more quickly than me.

Suddenly, a voice spoke from behind me making me jump a little, "It's kind of early for breakfast, don't you think?" Lockwood asked.

I turned my head towards him and gave him my best smile. "Well you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm and in this case it's being able to get some food before George devours it all," I joke.

Lockwood sits down next to me and studies my face. I felt so comfortable in his presence. We've been so close lately and I feel like I can tell him anything.

"You know Luce, you are great at a lot of things," he comments. "But lying is not one of them."

I open my mouth to reply but I am at a loss for words. I want to tell him about my nightmares, I really do, but it's embarrassing. I do a lot of dangerous and scary stuff, it's my job and none of that ever keeps me up at night. I just feel so weak whenever I have a nightmare. But for some reason, I just want to let my guard down and talk about it with someone and Lockwood is that person.

"I had a bad dream," I confess ashamed. I blink back tears as I remember the details from it.

"About?" He asks, urging me on. He lightly touches my face and makes me face him. He searches my eyes as if maybe the answer is in them.

"The other side," I barely whisper. I wonder if he caught it. If I hadn't said it, I wasn't sure I would've even heard it.

"Ah," he nods understandably. "I wouldn't exactly give it 5 stars either."

He says it as I joke but for some reason I just don't have the energy to laugh.

"I just feel so weak," I say as I close my eyes and lean my head on Lockwood's shoulder. I feel him lace his fingers in mine.

"Why do you say that?"

"I mean look at you. You seem to be dealing with it fine. You're not having nightmares all the time or having trouble sleeping-"

"You really believe that Luce?" He interrupts. "I still have nightmares every night. I dream that I don't get to you soon enough. That I hadn't noticed that you were gone and by the time I do it's too late. To late to tell you that I love you or how much you mean to me. And then I wake up wanting to tell you all that but then I'm also terrified that you don't feel the same way."

I sat there speechless. Lockwood loves me? I knew we were close but I never even noticed. God, even the Skull noticed.

I knew I liked Lockwood. I really liked him. And this was my chance to tell him how I really felt as well. But I didn't think I needed words to tell him.

I cupped his cheek and brought his lips towards mine until they touched. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he used his other hand to cup my face.

When we pulled apart, he looked me in the eyes and said the most comforting thing he could ever say.

"You don't need to worry about any more nightmares, Luce. I'll be there to protect you, in life and even in your dreams." He then drew me in for another kiss.

That's how Holly and George found us when they walked in for breakfast.