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beg for forgiveness
Warnings: swearing, Lockwood typical self hatred
For lockwood and co, things go wrong all the time. It’s practically their mmo, fuck up wildly and yet still come out having defeated a ghost that nobody else could have. It’s how they can be both the best agency in London and the one with the worst reputation.
That didn’t stop Lockwood from making it all his fault though.
This was frankly rude, in Lucy’s opinion. Her fuck ups were all her own, thank you very much and Lockwood taking credit for them was some blanet plagiarism.
So when after a particularly disastrous job gone wrong (everyone almost died, property was destroyed, the skull was unhelpful, you know, the usual), Lockwood sat them all down at the kitchen table and opened his mouth with a look in his eyes that told Lucy everything she needed to know, she cut him off before he could even get a noise out.
“Shut it” she says. “I know you’re going to start begging for forgiveness for whatever thing you think you’ve done to put us all in danger and I am frankly sick of it”.
Lockwood’s face twisted into a look of both surprise and panic. It was only after the words left her mouth that Lucy realised that they kinda implied she was leaving again. That was very much not what she was trying to say. Lockwood opens his mouth to start his desperate apologies again.
“What I mean is“, she tries again, “is that I’m sick of you taking all the credit when things go wrong”.
That seemed to genuinely confuse Lockwood, more so than her originally cutting him off.
She slams her hand on the table, causing the teacups to rattle. “ I am perfectly capable of messing things up all by myself”.
George nods in agreement, clearly having caught on to what she was on about. “We deserve credit for everything we do, even the wild fuck ups”.
It’s Holly who ends up making their point clear, putting down her tea cup far more carefully than Lucy had. “just as everything Lockwood and co achieves is a group effort, so is everytime we fuck up”.
Lucy nods her agreement. “Exactly, so quit apologising, we get things done as a group, we fuck up as a group”.
“You don't have to carry the weight of everything alone,” George adds. “That’s why there’s four of us, you idiot”.
Lockwood smiled, genuinely but softer than his usual Lockwood Smile (™). “Thanks guys”.
George gets up (leaving his empty cup on the table for someone else to deal with, rude) and gives Lockwood a friendly punch in the arm. “It’s what we’re here for”.
He keeps going, walking out of the kitchen with a “I’m going to bed. Night”.
That effectively ended the conversation and reminded Lucy that, hey it’s 1:30 in the morning and you have spent most of the night running around an abandoned building causing property damage and almost dying. She dropped her tea cup in the sink (unlike George) with a yawn.
“I’m gonna follow him” she mutters, making her way towards her bedroom.