Lockwood's coat was destroyed, a salt bomb a little to close caught it on fire scorching Lockwood in a few places. Lockwood is fine, his coat on the other hand is not. Its a pile of ashes. So that's why I, Lucy Carlyle, am at the store in the men's department looking at coats with George. "What about this one?" George asks holding up the same one he asked me about a few minutes ago " George! Are you even trying?" I ask exasperatedly
"It looks close enough! Besides, we've been to four other stores! Its been an entire day! You even made me skip lunch." George complains I open my mouth to argue " No, that free sample you handed me doesn't count as lunch." George says effectively shutting me up. I turn my focus back to the few remaining coats I haven't flicked through. Ugly, What even is that color, Red. Yeah, no none of these will work. "Fine, we can go. We'll just have to go to another store tomorrow." I say George sighs "Lucy, We've been to practically every store, none of them have Lockwood's coat because its one of a kind. Honestly why are you so determined to find this we've been looking at every store for the past three days!"
I frown "George are you quitting on me?" I ask "Yes, no, sort of. I don't want to come back again because it doesn't matter what I show you, you want an exact replica. Maybe you should just settle for one of these." He points to a section "No, because that one is a shade or two darker, and that one the front is different see? and don't get me started on that one." I say George gives me a weird look " You know the exact shade of his coat?" He asks "I've known him two years longer then you and I don't even know the exact shade or style." I shrug "You wanna go home or not?" I ask opening the door, he shakes his head and walks out after me. We hail a taxi and go home.
A few days later I finally have the chance to go shopping for Lockwood's coat. This time I take Holly with me. "So let me get this straight," Holly says as we walk into the third store that day, "You are obsessed with finding Lockwood a coat just like his old one because your friends?" Holly asks skeptically I sigh
"Yes Holly. I've already told you that!" I say Holly put her hands up in mock surrender " Okay okay, just wondering because you are more upset about him losing his coat then he is." She says. "Just...just start looking." I say. I continue thinking, why am I so upset about his coat? Why do I care about Lockwood he's so closed off, slightly cold, nice, handso- whoa. where did that come from? I continue looking very distractedly, ugly, purple, ugly and purple, grey, green, Lockwood's coat, yellow, ugly- my brain finally registers what I saw.
I quickly flick back through the stack of coats, there one that looks just like Lockwood's, minus the three claw marks. I snatch it and go show Holly, who gave up helping a while ago. "Look Holly, I found one!" I say excitedly. she glances over "No, it doesn't have the claw marks." she says then turns back to her phone. "Holly! Look I'm sorry I was so picky but I found a near exact replica!" Holly gets up "I hope this means we don't have to come back tomorrow!" she says.
After I check out we hail a cab and pretty soon we're at the front door. "How am I supposed to get this past Lockwood?" I wonder aloud. "I'll distract him." Holly offers. I nod "Okay." Holly opens the door and I hear Lockwood and George talking "...Did I ever tell you about that one time when I was surrounded by ghosts and-" George sighs "I was there Lockwood." I slip in behind Holly and quietly make my way to my room.I hear Lockwood and George's voices getting closer. Then Holly's voice, whatever she said must have worked because I made it to my room undiscovered. I hid it in my closet till I could find the right moment to give it to him.
The next day Lockwood seemed kind of off and slightly mopey. I ran up to my room and grabbed the coat, I came back down stairs and I see George smile and Holly give me a thumbs up. "Here." I say and hand it to him he looks at it confused "How? it was destroyed!" He says looking up at me with wonder in his gleaming brown eyes. I open my mouth but George and Holly cut me off.
"She went to every store in London." George says
"She dragged us along and wouldn't rest until she had and exact replica." Holly supplies
"It was awful!"
"Today was the day my father gave me his coat," Lockwood murmurs I smile sadly "That's why you were so mopey." I state he gives me a look "I'm not mopey!" I can see how much it means to him in his eyes. "Your welcome Lockwood."
"Thanks Lucy."
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lockwood & Co
A/N: I want to thank a friend who gave me the encouragement and motivation I needed. Sorry about the slow updates, I have major writers block. As always THANKS FOR READING/ REVIEWING! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST!