Authors note: This is Fluff Fluff Fluff. What a jerk I am, making you wait for a fortnight for fresh words 3:) I'm sorry, I know the chapters are short, but hey, that's all I need to show what I want to show. Happy birthday Lockwood :) I hope you liked my first chapter of a Sherlock/Lockwood X-over (I should be working on that this week) and that it quenched your thirst for more Lockwood and Co. :) This chapter is heavily fluffy and probably REALLY OOC but don't judge me I love Locklyle *smushes face against Lockwood and Co. book* Anyway, Enjoy friends!

Lucy?

I looked up at him. He was downcast and my heart contracted a little. "Are you okay?" I ask. I reached my hand up to his cheek, but he flinched away, as if I hurt him.

"I'm fine, Lucy," he murmured, but his voice cracked just a little, betraying his feeling. "What do you want?"

The harshness of his tone made me jump a little, and I sensed a flicker of guilt cross his eyes.

"It's your birthday," I started.

"I know that." He shifted his weight onto one leg and crossed his arms. "Is it wrong I want to spend it without someone pestering me about presents and celebrations?" My face falls. How can he say that?

"Look," I try to get to the point. "I know that after. . . J-Jessica-" The guilt was replaced by anger, and he stepped forward.

"What did you say?" My lip quivered and my hands shook, rattling the picture inside its frame slightly.

"Just, after your sister -"

"Just because I tell you something does not give you permission to bring it up, Lucy! I don't need you to always remind me about Jessica!" He stepped towards me again, and I tripped backwards, dropping the frame. Sitting back on my heels, I wipe my watering eyes and gulp, trying to scoop the shattered glass in my palms.

Lockwood kneels as well, and silently tries to help me scoop up the glass through a mess of brown paper. "No," I sniffle, and try to hide the photo, but he's faster than me, and picks it up, brushing away the shards.

"This," he begins. "This…"

"I'll clean it up, I know you don't want it."

"No." He looks up at me. "It's us… After the screaming staircase!" I wipe my nose and nod. "Yeah, we'd just come off the case."

"You got that… for me?" I look down at our beaming faces in the photo, and nod again.

"For your birthday. Because I thought, that we…" I take a few shallow sobs. "Are like a family, and that… Even though you don't have your sister…" I wait for his retaliation, but he is silent, letting me know that I can continue. "You have us to celebrate with."

He sighs, and moves from his knees to sit cross legged, staring at the photo. "Lucy… Thank you so much." I make eye contact and am surprised when I see a tear making its way over his cheekbone and past his lips. "I have been so unfair to you, yet you still stuck with me. I am so lucky to have you." He smiles and brushes the tear away.

"Come here," he murmurs. I scoot into his arms and we both sit on the wooden floorboards next to the pile of smashed glass, perfectly content with each others company.

"I don't know how I deserved to have you in my life, but just know that I know how insufferable I can be sometimes, and I'm sorry. And yes, this company is my family, and you always will have a place in my heart, I swear." He pulls away from me and smiles. "You know what I was thinking when this photo was taken?" He asks.

"What?" I ask back, bewildered.

"I thought to myself how strange you were." I furrow my brows. "Let me finish, Luce. I had never met a girl like you before. You were so headstrong and courageous. You could turn a situation on its head and you were so, so valuable to the team. And to me. I know I know, I'm being sappy." He pulls me close again and rests his chin on my head. "I love you Lucy," he whispers.

"I love you too Lockwood. Happy birthday," I reply.

His head jerks up and he laughs. "It's my birthday! We'd better clean this up then, before George and Holly come back! I'll get a new frame." I laugh along with him and offer to go get the dustpan and brush. It is his birthday after all. Before he lets me go, he plants a kiss on my nose and I flit down the hall beaming. I really do love that boy.

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