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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston Additional Tags: Garcy Secret Santa 2020, two idiots in love, Post Rittenhouse defeat, Mutual Pining, First Christmas Together Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and Flynn and Lucy are being their usual selves, skirting around their attraction for one another until fate gives them a gentle nudge. Will they realise what’s obvious to everyone else or will they continue to hide their feelings? For @kissedbydragonfire Merry Christmas and Happy Garcy Secret Santa 2020 
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen
Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016)
Relationships: Lorena/Flynn, Flynn & Lorena & Iris
Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lorena Flynn, Iris Flynn
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Christmas Isn't Canon, Holidays, Holiday Spirit XXL, Halloween Costumes, Halloween Decorations, Arts and Crafts, Parenthood, Mismatched Memories Due To Time Travel, Aftermath of Temporary Character Death, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Bliss, Humor
Language: English
Garcia and Lorena decide the first Flynn family Halloween in their new timeline is going to be the best ever. Rittenhouse sucked all the joy from their lives for far too long. Now that they’ve been defeated, nothing else is going to ruin their good time.
There’s just one, tiny complication: Iris’s idea of a good time.
Dear @ununpredictableme, here’s your @garcysecretsanta gift! Or the first part, at least. I’m running a bit late, but I hope you’ll enjoy the opening act now, and the rest as soon as I’ve wrapped things up. Which won’t be long, I promise! I’m so close to being done. SOON. :D
Hello, @celtrose-ish, I’m your secret santa! Merry Christmas! <3
This story is set in an AU in which Jessica isn't Rittenhouse, so everyone is just living together and trying to save the world, without the events of Chinatown unfolding. Just so they can all have nice things for a change LOL.
Everyone besides Lucy and Flynn is either mentioned or appears briefly.
Enjoy! (hopefully <3)
Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season/Series 02, Jessica Logan Isn't A Rittenhouse Agent, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of canonical character death(s), Garcy centric, Pre-Relationship
Summary: It’s not that Flynn hates Christmas, it’s just that Christmas is for family, and he doesn’t have one of those anymore, does he?
@garcysecretsanta
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They are being unusually loud.
Granted, he lives crammed in a bunker with all too many people, so he hasn’t had many options besides getting used to bathroom lines, constant voices around and at least one person somehow being always in the kitchen at any given hour. He has made his peace with it, and he can even admit to himself that some days it’s good, to be unable to forget that he isn’t alone.
Today, though—
Denise has showed up with boxes full of Christmas decorations. The place looks grim and gloomy and they could all use a bit of holiday spirit, she said.
He had them pick up something to put in their bedrooms, and Garcia snatched away the first thing he saw, some kind of elf with a golden bell attached, just so he wouldn’t have to justify his Grinch tendencies. With the excuse of setting it up in his bedroom, he slipped away and disappeared for a good portion of the day.
He can hear laughs, some sounds that make him wonder if they are trying to tear the place down or what, and at times he almost wishes for the alarm to go off and drag him to another mission.
It’s not that he hates Christmas, he just—Christmas is for family. And he doesn’t have one of those anymore, does he?
He only has a bunch of ex-enemies, most of which tolerate him at best, and call him crazy but he doesn’t feel like cheering with them about how amazing this time of year is. The last time he celebrated he still had Lorena and Iris: they had dinner with her brother, Stiv, and her parents. It was so perfect that he can only wish he hadn’t spent half the time being cranky because of the long drive and pretending not to find Lorena’s overly friendly father way too much to deal with.
(He’s a good man, just loud and so happy—he can imagine that changed. After.)
It’s ridiculous that he has a time machine and yet the only thing he can do is wish for a way back to that time. He wants it so bad it’s tearing him apart from the inside out.
He should learn how to pilot. Then he could drive himself back to happier times, go mad with happy thoughts in his head—he could blow his whole quest to hell, and sometimes that seems a terribly good option, because he’s just tired.
It seems that the holiday cheer is one of those things with the power to drain him.
When the knock at his door comes, he isn’t doing anything worthwhile. Mostly he has been pacing around, emptying drawers only to clean the mess up, and none of it kept his thoughts at bay.
“Yeah?” he calls out, without thinking, and he winces at how tired it sounds.
Lucy comes in with a glass at hand and an hesitant look on her face. She usually doesn’t knock, but then again, he usually isn’t so blatant about locking himself in his room to avoid group activities.
“I, uh—” She takes up the glass in his general direction. “I brought you a drink.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston
Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: garcy, Garcy Secret Santa 2020, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Defeat of Rittenhouse (Timeless)
Summary: After the defeat of Rittenhouse, Lucy begins to notice Flynn pulling away from her. Determined not to let the man she loves walk out of her life for good, Lucy seeks Flynn out to confront his strange behavior and confess her true feelings.
For @even-in-winter. Surprise! I’m your secret Santa!
Blue, here’s your Garcy Secret Santa fic! Hope you have a happy holiday and I hope you like your fic present. 🎁
July 3, 1863, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
Leaving Flynn behind is the last thing Lucy wants to do, but neither he, nor Wyatt, give her much choice in the matter. Two Rittenhouse operatives are chasing them, shooting wildly in their general direction, as they sprint towards the Lifeboat’s hidden location. They’re able to successfully prevent and kill the first Rittenhouse sleeper, but they still have two more to deal with, not to mention the Confederate Army breathing down their neck.
They decide to split up to find the sleeper, with Lucy and Wyatt heading over to the Confederate side and Flynn and Jiya the Union. Normally, she would partner with Flynn, but given the circumstances of how Confederates feel about black and brown folk, they decide it’s best for Jiya to steer clear of them. Since Flynn isn’t able to find a Confederate uniform large enough for him, Wyatt gets to play rebel this time. It’s not an ideal situation, but when is it ever when it involves Rittenhouse?
After figuring out that Rittenhouse is planning to assassinate Major General George Meade, Lucy and Wyatt sneak their way back towards the Union lines. Wyatt steals the uniform of a dead Union solider and they creep back into the fray, searching through the billowing smoke for their teammates.
When they finally make their way towards Cemetery Ridge, they stumble upon a shocking site. As if the guns and cannons flying in every direction weren’t bad enough, she spots Flynn in the middle of the melee fighting with the Union soldiers. Her breath catches in horror, but reality sets in fast as a bullet whizzes past her ear. Lucy scans the area in search of Jiya, but can’t seem to find a trace of her.
It terrifies her to even think of something happening to him in general, but especially since she still hasn’t told him how she feels. She had finally worked up enough courage to do it, when the Mothership jumped to Gettysburg.
Her eyes flash back to Flynn, just in time to see the soldier next to him take a bullet to the leg and crumble to the ground. To her surprise, he drops down as well and pulls the wounded soldier back from the front line. It’s only then that she realizes what she’s just witnessed. Flynn wouldn’t have done that for any random solider. It was either someone vital to the battle, which she doubts since they were fighting in the vanguard, or it was…
Oh, no. What was Jiya thinking?
Wyatt yanks her wrist and they weave through the chaos until they finally come across their teammates. Flynn is compressing Jiya’s leg wound and it doesn’t look good. He lifts Jiya into his arms and begins to rush in the direction of the Lifeboat.
“We have to get her back to the present. There’s nothing they can do for her here and I’ll be damned if I let them amputate,” he spits with venom.
She loves that Flynn cares enough about Jiya to have such a visceral reaction. If it had been Flynn that was injured, Lucy knows she wouldn’t have been as calm. It must be serious if he’s acting this way, so she knows they need to get a move on.
Lucy tries her best to keep up with them, as Wyatt guards their backs. It’s during this retreat that the remaining Rittenhouse goons rain down a barrage of bullets upon them. They take cover behind a tree and Flynn sets Jiya down on the ground in order to return fire. Lucy kneels next to Jiya, rips a scrap of cloth from her dress and presses it onto the wound. Flynn covers Wyatt’s retreat to the tree, then they both return fire from their defensive positions on either side.
Suddenly, a group of Confederate soldiers join the Rittenhouse operatives. They are greatly outnumbered now and don’t have the proper defensive position or enough ammunition to stave off the assault.
“Get the girls to the Lifeboat!” Flynn shouts at Wyatt.
Wyatt nods, then leans down towards Jiya.
“Can you walk if Lucy and I help you?”
“I can make it,” Jiya declares stubbornly.
Lucy and Wyatt lift Jiya to her feet and begin the trek to the Lifeboat, as Flynn continues to fire from behind the tree. If she would’ve known what Flynn would do next, Lucy would have found some way to stop him. She thought he was only covering their retreat and would catch up shortly; and he did once or twice. The second time he did though, he whispered something to Wyatt that Lucy was unable to hear.
Once they get Jiya inside the Lifeboat, Wyatt orders Lucy aboard. She only obeys the order once he confirms Flynn is right behind them. As soon as she’s inside as well, he orders Jiya to jump.
“No, Flynn is still out there!” Lucy cries.
“He told me to get you two out of here and come back for him. Lucy, we need to leave now. Jiya has already lost too much blood.”
He slams the button to close the hatch door. Lucy looks to Jiya to back her up, but Jiya seems to be in her own world.
“Lucy, if Jiya loses any more blood, we could be stranded here. Permanently,” Wyatt whispers.
“We can’t just leave him here all alone. I’ll stay behind with him,” she suggests, as she begins to unbuckle her seatbelt.
It’s too late. Jiya has already initiated the jump sequence.
It takes four hours for the Lifeboat to recharge and even longer for Jiya to be even remotely ready to pilot again. Lucy paces the bunker, stares at the clock, taps her fingernails on the kitchen table; anything to keep her busy while they wait. Her brain can’t stop conjuring horrific scenarios of what could happen to Flynn, which is seriously unhelpful at the moment. If anything happens to him, she’ll never forgive herself.
Cemetery Ridge was the center of the Union line, the site of the infamous Pickett’s charge, where twelve thousand, five hundred members of the Confederate infantry commenced an assault. Later, it will be referred to as the “High-Water Mark of the Confederacy,” since the South never fully recovered militarily or psychologically from the battle’s aftermath. This, is where they have left Garcia Flynn to fend for himself.
By the time they climb back into the Lifeboat, she’s chewed her nails down to nubs. She anxiously awaits the jump, repeating over and over again in her head that he will be just fine. They will land and find Flynn and jump right home. Easy peasy.
Jiya has to stay with the Lifeboat, her ankle injury impairing her ability to walk, let alone run. That leaves just Lucy and Wyatt to wander the battlefield in search of Flynn. Night has fallen now, the dead littering the battlefield and the wounded still being brought in. They also have no idea if Flynn took care of the Rittenhouse sleepers or not, so they also need to confirm the mission has been completed.
They decide to split up to cover more ground. Lucy flits between the medical tents, desperately searching for Flynn under the guise of a wife looking for her husband. Wyatt is checking with the soldiers and combing through the piles of bodies on the battlefield. She’s grateful he volunteered to look there, because she doesn’t think she’d survive if she found Flynn dead.
The agonizing screams and moans of the wounded surround and fill her ears. The blood, gore and deprivation stain and mar her vision. Even she has to admit that she was not truly prepared for the horrific reality of the bloodiest battle of the Civil War. Lucy searches throughout the night, doubling back in case Flynn was brought into one of the medical tents while she was searching elsewhere.
As the morning sun breaks the horizon, she runs into Wyatt. She knew it was only a matter of time before Wyatt would want to abandon the search. It’s not exactly a secret to anyone that the two men don’t get along.
“Lucy!”
“Did you find him?” she asks with baited breath.
“No, but I found the Rittenhouse sleepers dead in the brush near the tree. Flynn managed to do his job. Meade is alive and well,” Wyatt responds.
“We need to find him!” Lucy exclaims.
“You lookin’ for someone ma’am?” a voice calls out from behind her.
She spins around frantically and finds a boy in his late teens with a bandage around his head.
“Yes. He’s about 6’4-”
“Ma’am, they’re still bringing the wounded down from Cemetery Ridge. The man you’re looking for could be among them. It was way too chaotic for me to know who I was even next to during the battle, so a description is really not going to help me know if I’ve seen him or not,” the boy answers honestly before walking away.
“Lucy…”
“We’re not leaving without him, Wyatt!”
“But, Lucy-”
“Don’t but Lucy me. You can leave if you want. I won’t until I find him. Dead or alive, I will find him!” she states vehemently.
Suddenly, a commotion at the top of the hill catches her attention. The wounded are being ferried down the hill to the medical tents on stretchers. She takes off running towards them, despite Wyatt’s protests.
As soon as she crests the hill, she gasps at the line of stretchers coming down the path. The sheer magnitude of war is on full display. She rushes down the path, glancing at each wounded soldier as she passes by. As she passes the fourth stretcher, she stops dead in her tracks. Is it? Oh, no!
She flies past the line of stretchers towards a group of men lying on the ground by the side of the path. She falls to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as she grabs ahold of his lifeless body.
“Flynn! Flynn!”
He moans loudly and her heart skips a beat. He’s still alive. Thank god.
“Don’t hurt me, please,” he mumbles deliriously.
“Flynn, it’s Lucy.”
“Don’t hurt me, please,” he echoes.
“I’ve got you. No one can hurt you now,” she answers, as she cradles his head gently.
Dirt, blood and grime cover his face, neck and hands. Blood oozes from his head and ears, as well as from the bullet wound to his left shoulder. He’s never seen him this pale, this weak, this helpless. Every fiber of her being wants to pull him into her arms and rock him gently, but she’s afraid moving him will hurt him even more. But, she needs to get him out of here. He’s been through enough, she can’t subject him to nineteenth century medicine as well.
Wyatt suddenly appears behind her gasping for breath.
“Wyatt, help me get him up,” Lucy orders.
It takes all of Wyatt’s strength to get him off the ground. Once he’s upright again, Lucy takes one side as Wyatt bears the brunt of Flynn’s dead weight. They cobble through the line of stretchers back to the camp.
“Lucy…”
“I’m right here, Flynn,” she reassures him, as they teeter from side to side.
It takes what feels like an eternity for the two of them to get Flynn back to the Lifeboat. Thankfully, Wyatt bears the brunt of his weight this entire time. There’s no way she could’ve done this on her own. It takes a herculean effort to get Flynn inside the ship. Wyatt and Lucy push his body, as Jiya pulls his arms from inside. Once they get him settled into his seat and harnessed, Jiya jumps back to the bunker.
It takes just as much effort to remove him from the Lifeboat, but the team manages to get him back into his cot. Agent Christopher brings in a doctor to tend to his wounds. Lucy has never seen him like this. He hasn’t regained consciousness yet, which worries her more than the bullet wound currently is. Flynn’s taken his fair share of bullets over the years and even Lucy knows it’s not a lethal injury. Yet, he looks like death and hasn’t woken up. The blood on his head is only from a superficial cut, but the blood from his ears appears to have the doctor just as worried as Lucy. The doctor informs Lucy and Agent Christopher that he has to transfer Flynn to a hospital.
“His head injuries are consistent with the concussive force of an explosion, yet there are no other signs consistent with a bomb or IED. I need to do an MRI. None of this is making sense,” the doctor explains.
Lucy does not want him to leave her sight. She knows how much danger he’ll be in if they take him to a hospital where Rittenhouse could easily find him. He’s unresponsive and vulnerable and it’s tearing her heart in two. Agent Christopher agrees to the transfer, and to Lucy’s surprise, she allows her to accompany him.
The wait is agonizing as they run test after test. She needs to see him, needs to hear and know that he’ll be okay. She needs him.
Finally, they wheel him back into his hospital room. Lucy springs up from her seat, eager to hear his prognosis from the doctor. The doctor balks about Lucy hearing about his condition, HIPAA and such and such. Again, to her surprise, Agent Christopher informs the doctor that Lucy is actually Flynn’s next-of-kin. Lucy doesn’t argue, but instead doubles down.
“That’s-that’s right! Doctor, is he going to be okay?” she pleads.
“He’s got a pretty severe concussion, but luckily no brain hemorrhage or subdural hematoma. One of his ear drums was perforated as well, but that’s not life-threatening. He should wake up soon. With the concussion, the only way to tell if he’ll have long-term consequences is to wait and see,” the doctor advises.
Lucy breathes out heavily, the relief washing over her now. She won’t be able to completely relax until Flynn wakes up, but at least she’ll get the chance to tell him how she feels after all. If he had died…
She shakes the thought from her head, then slumps down in a chair next to his bed. Agent Christopher attempts to get her to come with her to get coffee, but Lucy staunchly refuses to leave his side for anything.
Once Agent Christopher leaves the room, Lucy brushes errant strands of hair from Flynn’s forehead, as she pleadingly whispers for him to come back to her. She grips his hand and squeezes every so often.
“Come on, Flynn. Wake up, please,” she begs.
Eventually, she falls asleep at his bedside, her hand still gripping his, as if her connection to him is a lifeline.
“Lucy.”
She smiles as she hears him call her name. She knows it’s just a dream, but she misses the way he says her name. She misses his voice in general.
“Lucy!”
She realizes a moment later that her hand is being squeezed and her eyes flash open in confusion. It takes her a second to recognize that he’s awake, but once she does, she flings herself at him with reckless abandon. He groans as their bodies collide and she pulls back and apologizes profusely.
“Lucy, it’s okay. I’m just glad to be waking up with all my limbs.”
“That’s not funny,” she scolds.
She’s so ecstatic that he’s awake, she just now notices he’s still holding her hand, his thumb drawing circles absentmindedly.
“What happened?” she asks with concern evident in her voice.
“The man next to me on the ridge was hit by a cannonball. I moved out of the way just in time or it would’ve killed me as well,” he explains. “That’s the last thing I remember.”
“Why were you fighting?”
“After I took out the two sleepers, I waited for you guys to come back. When you didn’t, I did what I do best. I fought,” he responds.
“But, you didn’t have to. Did you honestly believe we wouldn’t come back for you; that I wouldn’t come back for you?” Lucy asks incredulously.
“Maybe,” he answers hesitantly.
“Garcia Flynn!”
“I didn’t know you cared, Lucy,” he teases.
She pulls her hand free from his and cups his face gently.
“Well then…let me make it abundantly clear how much I care about you,” she whispers, as she kisses him softly.
He kisses her back with ardent fervor, threading his hand into her hair to pull her even closer. As they part, she whispers, “I won’t let that happen to you again. I will never leave you behind.”
“Lucy-”
“Never.”
He smiles shyly back at her and her heart skips a beat.
“And, if you ever even think of doing something stupid like that again, I’ll kill you myself,” she deadpans.
He laughs heartily and she breaks her stoicism a moment later. He takes her hand in his again, brings it to his lips and kisses her knuckles.
“I promise that I will run ever stupid idea I have by you first. Deal?”
“Deal,” she answers with a huge grin before leaning in and kissing him again.
