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GARCIA FLYNN

Imagine arguing with Garcia Flynn over a cereal box

Imagine getting drunk on a mission and Flynn keeping you company

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Puzzles - Garcia Flynn

A/N: Just really wanted to write some Timeless fanfiction. 

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Working as a tech for Mason Industries was like some kind of surreal dream come true. That thing that was so unattainable that attaining it felt like the peak of your life. And it probably was because you couldn’t imagine anyone dreaming of living in an underground bunker, off the grid of natural life. If working for Connor Mason was the top of the mountain than you had tumbled all the way down to the bottom. 

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” Denise announced, already grabbing her coat off the back of the chair. The lifeboat had taken off and you were sitting at the control panel, playing games on your phone to pass the time as you waited for the jump back to present day. You weren’t a pilot and you didn’t go on missions, meaning you were grounded while Rufus, Wyatt, Lucy, and Jiya, inevitably, went back in time. 

Denise leaving the bunker to spend time with her family marked the normal progression of present day time. She left and you stayed with Connor and, recently, Garcia, while everyone else was gone. 

With yourself as primary company, you left the control panel, grabbing a blanket from your room before taking up residence on the couch. It gave you an optimal view of the lifeboat’s operating area in case anything needed immediate assistance but it was more comfortable than spinning around in a desk chair. Connor had been fairly inconsolable lately and preferred to be left alone, which was perfectly alright with you. 

You went through your usual routine, setting your water bottle beside the leg of the couch, stretching out across the cushions on your back, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the seat. 

“Would you be opposed to company?” A voice sounded behind you, the familiar Eastern European accent lighting your ears as you turned your head to look at Garcia, even taller from this angle. 

“No,” you began to sit up and he shook his head, coming around the couch to sit down between your feet and the arm. 

“There’s plenty of room.” He insisted, “what’re we watching?” 

“It’s some mystery series on Hallmark…I don’t have to think too much and nothing too traumatizing happens.” You replied. 

The quiet that settled over you as the movie began, as if you and Garcia always sat together like this, was accompanied by the feeling of his arm brushing your leg every so often. You considered offering to move, figuring that he was just being polite, though Wyatt swore he was incapable of human etiquette or emotion, but you were comfortable and really couldn’t be bothered. 

And it seemed, just like that, you fell into an entirely new routine. One where Garcia joined you for movies or to marathon a show while you waited for the lifeboat to come back. Occasionally you chatted with each other about something from your past lives, before time travel and bunkers and crazy conspiracies ruled your days. Yours was a much quieter life than his had been, a fairly routine childhood and a pipeline of success that lead to Mason Industries by chance. 

“What about family? Are you still close with yours?” Garcia asked one afternoon. He’d taken up spending his ‘in limbo’ time, as you referred to it, sitting with you. Today, it was a puzzle that was occupying your time. In fact, the 3000-piece jigsaw that you’d convinced Denise to bring you had been taking much of your free time and Garcia’s.  

“No...my family was very conservative growing up. They weren’t really thrilled with my interest in tech. It was a major disappointment for them that I didn’t wanna just...get married and have kids.” You shrugged. “It’s been years that I’ve even really talked to them, now they probably think I'm dead.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied, his focus on the bottom edge of the puzzle, fitting in pieces to the border. You watched as he rooted through the box careful, turning over various pieces until he found the one he wanted and fit it into place. In the months that you’d been locked down here, your feelings toward Garcia had changed significantly. Wary at first, swayed by Wyatt’s words and percieved knowledge of wrongdoing, you considered Garcia now to be one of your closest friends. Companions? You weren’t sure what you wanted the word to be.  

Sometimes you thought you knew how you would like to define your relationship with him but then you heard Garcia talk about his wife and you felt guilty. When you’d mentioned the feelings to Lucy she’d only compared it to her own difficulty with Wyatt and his back-from-the-dead wife but you didn’t think it was the same at all. It wasn’t guilt that had Garcia still grieving but love, a sort of love that you considered admirable. But it was something you envied too, something that made you stop in your tracks everytime you wanted to imagine a scenario where Garcia and you meant something more to each other than just this. Entertainment when everyone else was gone.

“I shouldn’t say it’s okay but...I mind being down here less than I thought I would. Although, I’ve never been,” you looked to the empty space where the lifeboat usually sat, “out there. Maybe I’d hate being cooped up if I had. What do you think?”  

Garcia was the foremost authority on the past, in your mind at least. Even more so sometimes than Lucy. “I don’t mind this. If I didn’t have your company perhaps,” he replied, letting the end of his sentence linger.  

Two weeks later, whille you were fixing a control panel inside the lifeboat, Denise announced to the room that Garcia would be going on the next trip. You knew she’d been considering it for a while now, with Jiya’s continuing sickness and it seemed like the perfect opportunity presented itself. You leaned out of the lifeboat, watching as Wyatt cursed up a storm over the decision, droning on about the ability to trust the people you’re teamed up with. Lucy looked like she wanted to agree with him but she also looked like she wanted Garcia to join them. He was, after all, an assesst that they should have been using all along.  

While they argued, you sat on the ledge of the lifeboat and pretended to tinker with the door controls. Rufus said they’d been sticking and he’d been so worried over Jiya that he hadn’t taken the time to make any alterations.  

“You look good up there,” Garcia said, leaning against the rolling stairs as he looked up at you. The rest of the party continued on talking, ignorant to the two of you.  

“You’re only saying that so I’ll side with you,” you replied, nodding your head to the arguing parties.  

He shook his head, a frown appearing and then disappearing, “I’m saying it because it’s true. You should consider going sometime.”

“Rufus is irreplaceable,” you pointed out, “I’ll miss you while you’re gone though...I’ll have to work on the puzzle myself.”  

“I’ll be back before you know it.”  

When Denise called him back over to the group he patted the railing like he might’ve your arm and walked off to go over the details of the trip. You liked to imagine a lingering stare, a moment of hesitation, reluctance maybe, as he left your side. As if he wanted to go but didn’t want to leave you. It was all hopeful thinking, you told yourself, and he’d be back before you realized he was gone, just like he said.  

Except that wasn’t true at all. It felt like weeks that he was gone. Days dragging into each other and for the first time since he’d sat down with you on the couch to watch a movie, you felt restless. You couldn’t focus on the puzzle, on your yoga, on anything that the tv had to offer. You tried to sit through a movie with Jiya but felt yourself constantly glancing to the empty space where the lifeboat was supposed to be. Denise came in every morning and then left again in the evening, four times before they finally came back. The rush of wind felt more welcoming then ever and you watched eagerly as Rufus, Lucy, Wyatt, and finally Garcia, came out of the lifeboat.

Jiya had been just as restless as you, though she had reason to be, and she practically launched herself into Rufus’ arms once he was down the stairs. As Lucy insisted that she needed a shower and a nap, Wyatt walked straight to the kitchen and Garcia hung back, lingering by the control panel.  

“No heartfelt hello?” He teased, and you looked up at him still dressed in his 1950’s suit. Usually it was Lucy who detailed the mission to you, over coffee late in the evening once she’d relaxed, though you were itching to ask Garcia what had happened instead. Any excuse to spend time with him.  

“Should I have thrown myself at you?” You asked, laughing when he seemed to consider it for a moment. “I am glad you’re back, I felt like I was going a little crazy without your company.”

“I’m flattered.” He took a seat at Jiya’s usual spot, the rolling chair moving back slightly against the metal floor. “Anything happen while we were gone?” He asked.

“Nothing ever happens,” you laughed, “what about you...Lucy’s told me stories, so I know things always happen when you’re away.”  

You listened intently while Garcia recounted their latest mission. The suit he was wearing had been stolen off a clothes line in the backyard of a nice suburban household. It felt stiff and itchy on his skin and he’d been dying to get back to the bunker just to shower and change but now he was sitting there talking to you, not thinking about anything but keeping the smile on your face.  

Lucy did her usual quick change out of her clothes, folding them neatly on the bed across from yours and tying her hair back, dying for a cup of tea and possibly some time to unwind. She usually sought you out during those times, stealing you from your spot on the couch with Garcia to relive the excitement she’d experienced just minutes earlier. She always ignored the way you seemed so comfortable and content sitting next to the man who’d once been their enemy. She couldn’t ignore it now, stopping at the kitchenette and looking over to the computers, realizing that Garcia was still in that atrocious suit, sitting in Jiya’s chair, talking to you. His face lit up when you smiled and when you leaned forward to place a hand over his, she voiced her observation to Rufus, who was getting some ramen.  

“How long have they?” She started to say, unsure how she wanted to describe what she was watching.

Awhile,” Rufus replied, not even bothering to look, “if you ask they act like they’ve never even met each other though. I think both of them are kinda...unsure.”  

About what?”

“Our reactions? The future?” Rufus shrugged, “Wyatt’s wife came back...what if Garcia’s does? What if we go on a mission and all this disappears? There are a million what ifs Lucy...come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about that with Wyatt?”  

“I have.” She replied, eyes straying from the scene in front of her when the teapot whirred, “but...Garcia?”  

Rufus shrugged again, finally tossing paper top from his ramen cup as he stirred the noodles with a fork, “there’s someone for everyone?” He offered, more like a question than a statement.  

Out of earshot, Garcia’s recollection of the days had wound down and you smiled almost fondly, “you should go and get comfortable, I’m keeping you.”

“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t want to be.” Garcia promised, laying his hand over yours on his arm.

“Well, I'm not going anywhere,” you promised, “change and we’ll work on the puzzle. I can make some coffee if you don’t mind caffeine in the evening.”  

Garcia thought of mentioning that the beverage would no doubt keep him up late if he drank it at this hour but then he considered what it would mean if you did too. If you had a cup and stayed up late, he would take sitting with you over sleep any time. “Sounds good.”

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Garcia Flynn (Timeless)

A/n: So this idiot absolutely fell in love with the series Timeless, and Garcia Flynn’s character is perhaps one of the most well portrayed and written anti-hero/good guy villain characters in my opinion, but I just wanted to leave this here as a reminder in the future of the show, just in case my memory goes back on the fritz. But if you watched the show, you’re probably now one of my favourite people, if you haven’t and you get bored, watch it. I think it’s worth it and I adore time travel and history. Potential spoilers for those who haven’t watched Timeless and decide to read

Clearing throats had been the first thing she had heard when she entered the bunker. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, carrying the thin plastic bags down the ladder. Normally she would have called for Flynn; she’d listen with a grin as he spat his sarcastic drivel before inevitably reaching the short distance to take the weighted bags. Flynn had gone with them this time - against her protests. Garcia had jumped at the opportunity to help remove this last sleeper agent. 

“You’re all back. Perfect. I’m sorry I missed the return. I hope he’s not too mad. I got bored waiting for you all that I just went to grab some groceries. Flynn ate the last of the cereal. Like I swear that man chews through that stuff quicker than I can breath. I also thought as a celebration for the last sleeper deactivated, I would get his favourite. I mean, I don’t know how long it’ll be before they ship him back to jail and I won’t be able to see him” She rambled as she placed the bags on the counter and began to rummage through them. 

Another cleared throat and she paused. She hadn’t registered the room; she hadn’t sought out the smiles of a job well done like she normally would. She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed they were a body down. She hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t already sought her out in the empty crowd, like he normally would.  

They couldn’t meet her gaze. Neither of them looked up at her, they kept their eyes fixed on the concrete ahead of them; occasionally the silence would poke and prod at one of them and they’d shift on their seat. It was almost as though they were scared, like they used to be when the Lifeboat would go on a mission and things would go sour - usually because of Flynn. 

“How’d it go? Did you get to them before anything bad happen? Please tell me, Flynn hasn’t gained another scar. I’m not stitching him back together.” She hummed, her voice cracked in places and her breath had become more evident as she struggled to cut through the thickened silence. “Tell me Flynn didn’t-”

“He didn’t do anything this time” Lucy whispered; The woman kept still in her seat. Her fingers folded on top of each other as she clung to her journal. That damned book had been the reason they’d all met. It had been the reason Flynn had all but kidnapped her in the initial fight with Rittenhouse. 

“So why do you all look like the aftermath of a funeral?” She queried. 

“You might want to sit down for this. It’s going to be hard to hear” Agent Christopher announced. The homeland security agent delicately placed a brown envelope on the counter. Her index resting heavy on the corner as the younger woman slid into her chair. She felt like a teenager being told her parents were getting a divorce. “Open the folder when you’re ready” 

She didn’t want to and part of her mind was yelling at her. The fear that chased her, chained her and tortured her rose beneath the surface of her skin. She wanted Flynn. She wanted him to tell her it was ok, that the fear she felt looking at the manila folder would fade and the news wouldn’t be as bad as she initially thought. 

“I’d like Garcia to be here, can someone go get him. If this is bad news, I’ll deal with it better knowing he’s here” She declared. By now her hands were shaking; her heart rate had increased and she felt the panic clawing its way free, how long would it be until she was drowning under the sensation. 

“Just open the folder” Wyatt uttered. His tone had never sounded so cold and mechanical. When had he stopped being the Wyatt that would spit venom about Flynn, and teased her on her school girl crush. When had he fallen back into the soldier she met that first time in Mason Industries. 

She didn’t beg or plead as she pulled the file closer to her. Delicate fingers slid beneath the cover. She could see the words forming across the page, she could see the white border of a carefully printed photo. She’d spent so many days creating those photos. She knew the silver table. Her stomach sank as she shot up from the table. 

“Very funny” her voice wavered as she spoke. Bile rising within her throat as she watched the faces finally lift. She saw the pity creeping along the surface of their skin. She watched Lucy’s haunted eyes find hers as she silently pleaded for it not to be true. Flynn had promised her. He’d sworn on his own life. “Flynn!” She yelled, her legs carrying her around the room. She was calling out to him, even as her brain processed the information. She expected him to be grinning as he rounded a corner. The joke stopped being funny when she’d seen his bruises and blue body in that photo. “Very funny, Garcia. You can come out. I got you some of that beer you were craving the other day. I promise I won’t be mad.” She smirked. Even once the tears had started to fall. Even as she watched the others begin to dive back into their own guilt-ridden grief. 

“He’s gone” Wyatt remained calm as he began his explanation. “He took the lifeboat back to 2012, he killed Jessica in order to bring Rufus back. He sent the lifeboat back but he didn’t get on it. He sacrificed himself to save the world” 

“Stop” She cried out. Her knees were buckling beneath her weight as she looked at Rufus. Rufus had never died, there was no need to change time. Flynn hadn’t needed to sacrifice himself for something that never happened. She was certain of that - no she couldn’t be certain. She wouldn’t remember if that had happened. The timeline had changed. “You can bring him back! The journal. We can bring him back” She furiously wiped her tears. 

“You know we can’t do that” Denise stated. 

“Bring him back! He just wanted to see his family, he didn’t deserve to die. So...so BRING HIM BACK” She screamed; she was moments away from rushing at the lifeboat. Her mind had already planned the strategy. She’d grab Wyatt’s gun from his holster. She’d aim it at Rufus or Jiya. She’d force him to take her to 2012. Or she would die trying. 

“We think he did, shortly before-” Lucy’s words fell flat in the air. 

“We have to try something, anything” She broke. Her legs no longer supporting her body as she crumpled on the floor. She hadn’t registered  arms wrapping around her. She didn’t want to, she struggled against their grasp. “I love him, please. We have to-” 

“I’m so sorry” Wyatt whispered. 

The journal. That damned journal that had forced him into this mess. The leather bound book that he had memorised from start to finish, that he had insisted that she never read it. She understood why now. It was like he was protecting her, it was like he had…

“Did he know?” She questioned. “Did he know that it would end this way. That he’d been groomed to die from the day Lucy handed a broken man her journal. Did he know, last night, when he hugged me tighter than ever, that he would never hug me or anyone again. Did he know that his heart would break twice, or that mine would shatter. Did Garcia Flynn know that I loved him more than anything in the world?” 

“I don’t-” Wyatt stopped. His words would comfort no-one. He’d felt this pain before, he understood how harrowing the loss could be and how useless the words of comfort really were.

“Who decided that Rufus’ life was worth more than his. Who decided to play God? Because who ever did it, is no better than Rittenhouse.” She barked. 

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Imagine : secretly dating flynn and being a FBI agent so when he gets arrested, you naturally break him out.

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Imagine joining the team for a mission (do the Timeless people have a team name? I watched like, one?, episode. I know nothing)

A/N: Honestly, I don’t think they do (I know they work for a specific company though). I mean, I’vewatched it all and never really thought about it until you said that. So whoknows. 

‘You have a timemachine!’ you breathed, looking at the thing, circling it as you tried to takein all the little intricacies of the thing.

‘It’s called theLife Boat,’ Rufus told you, but you could hear the slight smile behind hisvoice. He was finding your awe amusing, like he always had when the two of youwere at school.

‘Pathetic name,’you chastised, winking over your shoulder at him.

‘Remind me again,’said Wyatt, causing you to straighten and look at him, ‘why you’re here? Ourfirst mission with a spare seat in the Life Boat and –’

‘You’re heading toTesla’s time and you don’t want to take the guy that speaks Croatian,’ yousaid, glancing towards where Flynn was sitting. ‘You do the math.’

Wyatt opened hismouth to argue but Lucy was already talking. ‘I’m just glad to have anotherhistorian,’ she said, smiling at you.

You felt the glareof Wyatt on you but ignored it. It wasn’t your fault that Rufus had suggestedyou. Wasn’t your fault that you’d found out about the project months ago andset off some of their security – well, perhaps that was a little your fault.But you were there because they wanted you there, as much as he was.

‘Did you saysomething about period outfits as well?’ you asked, grinning at Lucy.

She shook her head,and you could see that it was painful for her to think about.

‘Maybe you shouldgo now,’ Jiya said, bringing everyone back to Earth. ‘Before they move on.’

You nodded,glancing briefly towards Rufus. This was one adventure that you were glad hewas going to be there with you for, even if it also terrified you – foryourself and for what might happen to your friend.

 Time travel didn’tagree with you. Rufus had warned you that it might not, that it might make youill to begin with, but you hadn’t expected it to be so quick for the affects tomake themselves known.

You straightened,wiping your mouth as you glanced around at the others. ‘I’m guessing you getused to it?’ you asked, feeling a little shaky still.

Lucy nodded, andyou could see the almost pitying look behind her eyes. ‘You will,’ she assuredyou, a promise of other missions to come held behind the simple words.

‘Come on,’ saidWyatt, marching off away from the rest of you, ‘we’ve got a job to do.’

‘Is he always thistense?’ you asked Rufus in a small voice.

‘It’s a hard timefor him at the moment,’ your friend told you, clapping you briefly on theshoulder. ‘We’d better follow him before he insults someone.’

You chuckled softlybut couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. Rufus had spoken so highly of theman previously, but now it worried you knowing that he was the one meant toprotect the group of you and he didn’t trust you. You just hoped that thismission was going to be calm.

Though,having heard of some of Rufus’s previous ones, you knew that that wasn’t goingto be the case at all.

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Lost.

Summary: Wyatt can’t bear to lose you. So when he does, he breaks (A little drabble). Pairing: Wyatt Logan x Reader Fandom: Timeless Warnings: None A/N: I don’t know if there’s any sort of fanfiction community for Timeless here on Tumblr, but I was inspired by S02E01 of Timeless yesterday and decided to try writing for it! I really love Wyatt Logan (and I ship Lyatt more than anything) and I really loved writing this. If you want me to continue writing for Timeless, please let me know!

Wyatt knows that he’s never going to see you again when the mothership disappears. He just stands there, staring at the empty space of earth where, seconds earlier, the mothership had been. He’d taken his eyes off of you for a second, but that had been a second too long and Flynn had grabbed you. He’d heard you yelling for him, but he’d reacted too slow. Too slow. 

He can feel Rufus next to him, but his voice is muffled. Maybe he’s saying his name, maybe he’s saying something else. Wyatt can’t hear. All he can think about is the fact that he’s never going to see you again. You’re gone. Gone. Rufus is worried, but Wyatt can’t think about that right now. All he can think about is you, how worried you must be and how terrified you must be at the prospect of never seeing him and Rufus again. 

He shouldn’t have taken you for granted. He should have made the most of the time the two of you had together. He’d never expected to lose you so suddenly, like he’d lost Jessica. And then you were gone. That thought alone breaks him out of his trance, and Rufus, beside him, is still saying his name. 

“Wyatt, come on. Wyatt, come on, we have to go. Wyatt. Wyatt!”

Wyatt turns to look at Rufus. His face is full of panic and worry. 

“Wyatt, we have to go. If we don’t we’re going to die.”

He glances around and sees, about a hundred feet away, people running towards them. They’re carrying guns. He forgets about you for just a second while he and Rufus run in the other direction, toward the lifeboat. He can’t risk losing focus on getting back to present day. If he dies here, he knows there’s no chance of him ever seeing you again, but if he gets back in that lifeboat, there’s a chance. A small chance, but still. It’s there. 

He can’t take his eyes off your empty seat in the lifeboat as Rufus flicks switches and presses buttons to get the two of them the hell out of there. You should be sitting there. You should be sitting there, but you aren’t. He squeezes his eyes shut as the feeling of travelling overtakes him. You should be here. But you aren’t. 

Rufus turns to look at him the second they land back in present day. 

“Are you okay?”

He takes his time to answer. Thinking over everything. Is he okay? No. Will he be? Possibly. If he finds you again. If, by some miracle, you show up alive. If Jiya can find the mothership again and he and Rufus can get you back from him. But if he doesn’t...

He doesn’t let himself dwell on that thought, and instead thinks of the good parts – the part where, hours earlier, the two of you had wasted time by picking the most ridiculous clothes for the mission, causing both Agent Christopher and Connor to get rather irritated with you. The part where, after the last mission, the two of you went to get ice-cream with Rufus and Jiya, and you spilt half of yours on your shirt. Wyatt doesn’t think he’s ever laughed as much as he did then. Your smile alone had made him instantly happy. He bought you another ice-cream. 

“I’m fine.”

As he and Rufus leave the lifeboat, he sees the worry etched into Agent Christopher, Jiya and Connor’s faces. They have no idea that you’re missing, not yet. It’s only when both Wyatt and Rufus crawl out of the lifeboat and you don’t follow that they realise. 

Jiya is the first to speak. “Where... where is she?”

“Flynn took her.” Rufus. 

“Where’s the mothership?”

He sees the look on Jiya’s face and knows before she says anything. Agent Christopher is the one to break the news to them, and Wyatt can see the pain of losing you as clear as day on her face too. 

“We don’t know,” she says. “We’ve lost them.”

Wyatt’s hope disappears.

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Imagine your boyfriend Flynn being jealous of Wyatt

Flynn just said an espectacular fact about the WWII that no one else knew, not even Lucy and you couldn't help to get excited about it and exclame "That's my guy!"

He turns to you and says "I thought your guy was Wyatt" and walks away

WHAT?!

You look at Lucy in shock " Oh my God" "Is he jealous?" You start to laugh and run toward him screaming "Are you jealous?"

Once you reach him, you hugged him from the back and say "Flynn Garcia, you will always be my guy"