Title: I know you won’t care (our future isn’t there)
Fandom: Timeless
Pairing: Garcy (Platonic for now, but hopefully they’ll eventually figure things out in that universe.)
Rating: T
Genre: Canon Divergence, Angst
Sequel to “Not friends, not enemies (just strangers with some memories)” by @heytheredeann
Summary: "We aren't friends." His voice is tight. "I don't like you, I don't forgive you, and I don't trust you."
Each word is a dagger, no matter how deserved. She swallows hard. "I understand."
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He's waiting for her when she gets home.
Relief and uneasiness war, because it's been months since she's seen him, and part of her has wondered if she ever would again, but she is still part of the organization that killed his family. She isn't quite sure he isn't there to kill her.
When he makes no move to speak, just stares up at her from her dining room table, she clears her throat. "Garcia?"
"We aren't friends." His voice is tight. "I don't like you, I don't forgive you, and I don't trust you."
Each word is a dagger, no matter how deserved. She swallows hard. "I understand."
"Good." He exhales sharply. "Now, this... Journal." He reaches into his coat pocket, and she forces herself not to tense. He pulls out a familiar book, laying it on the table. "It says that the, ah, time machine-" He falters on the words, eyeing her skeptically, "is kept at Mason Industries. Security there is pretty tight, even for me. Can you get me inside?"
Understanding settles in, and she pushes some hair from her eyes, considering. "I can-yes, I can get you in," she confirms, taking the seat across from him. It feels too familiar, like they're at his kitchen table, waiting for Lorena to bring the potatoes. "But you'll need a pilot."
He's quiet a moment too long. "Are you a pilot?"
"No, I-" For a moment, her through is too tight. Rittenhouse may do terrible things, but they're her family. Helping Garcia will separate her from them forever. (But they killed his family. What kind of people could kill a five year old girl?) "I never learned. But I know people."
At first, he doesn't respond, maybe weighing his options. "Oh?"
"I've heard... Rumors." She shouldn't be doing this. "One of the pilots found out some things about Rittenhouse, and he wants out."
He frowns, and she can guess what he's thinking: If she knows this, why hasn't she told her family? But she knows what they'll do to him, and Anthony is like an uncle to her. The thought of turning him in, of having his blood on her hands, makes her stomach turn. "You think he'll help me?"
If she's wrong, will Anthony turn her in? She isn't sure. But deep down, she knows there's no walking away from this. "I can ask."
"Thank-" He starts to say, then coughs, face hardening. "Do that," he says instead. "And let me know."
With that, he stands, moving a bit too slowly for her liking. She takes in the dark circles under his eyes, the way his hair is disheveled, and can't help herself. "Are you okay?"
His eyes are unforgiving. "My family is dead."
Wincing, she corrects herself. "I mean... Are you getting enough sleep?"
For a second, he seems about to remind her that they aren't friends anymore, but then he sighs. "Hard to fall asleep when a faceless organization is out to get you. I'd rather not wake up dead."
"You could-" She starts to offer, but he tenses, and she knows that her couch will not feel any safer to him than anywhere else. "You could call Noah. I'm sure he won't say no."
"And put him in danger?" He scoffs. "I don't think so." Then, before she can say anything else, "Goodnight, Lucy."
She doesn't sleep much that night.
(Read the rest on AO3)
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