An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
chapters: 9/11
fandom: timeless
rating: general / k
relationships: wyatt logan/lucy preston
summary: wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. she’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. and all wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. but if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what lucy has just done… / canon divergent from 2x03, hollywoodland.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
chapters: 8/11
fandom: timeless
rating: general / k
relationships: wyatt logan/lucy preston
summary: wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. she’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. and all wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. but if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what lucy has just done… / canon divergent from 2x03, hollywoodland.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
chapters: 7/11
fandom: timeless
rating: general / k
relationships: wyatt logan/lucy preston
summary: wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. she’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. and all wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. but if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what lucy has just done… / canon divergent from 2x03, hollywoodland.
Summary: Wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. Lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. She’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. And all Wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. But if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what Lucy has just done… / Canon divergent from 2x03, Hollywoodland.
FFnet / AO3
I apologise for the delay. I have no excuse.
I have a plan for the rest of this fic. I've laid out 7 chapters, with an epilogue that will possibly be split into 2 chapters - making 8, maybe 9 chapters in total. I can't promise they'll be written and posted any time soon. I write when I feel like it, when I'm inspired, and when I have the time too. Unfortunately, those things rarely happen all at once.
In the mean time, enjoy this chapter, and don't forget to go and retweet the Timeless writer's tweet to release the final deleted scene!
It’s been a few hours since the boys got back from 1934. A few hours since she’d told Wyatt she was pregnant. He’d left the room without a word, and she hasn’t seen or heard from him since. She isn’t worried about him - not physically at least, but emotionally… that’s another story. The shift in the timeline means this isn’t the Wyatt she knows. This isn’t the Wyatt that picked her up, and spun her around until they were both feeling rather sea sick, when she’d told him about her suspicions. She has no idea where this Wyatt is with his Lucy, but if his reaction is anything to go by she isn’t too hopeful for their future.
Rufus barges into the room, snapping her out of her thoughts. “He’s awake.”
Right, Kennedy. She’d almost forgotten about him. She stands and follows Rufus down the corridor to the only room in the bunker with a door that locks. She can hear the future - past? - president shouting at the rest of her team. He’s accusing them of kidnapping him, and demanding to speak to his parents. “If money is what you want, call my parents and they’ll give you every penny they have. Just let me go!”
“John, you need to calm down.” She says as she enters the room.
He turns to her, his eyes wide and wild. “Calm down!? You people kidnapped me, and you want me to calm down?”
“They didn’t kidna-” She pauses. “Okay, yeah. They kidnapped you, but only to save your life. The red-head that was after you? She would have killed you otherwise.”
“And how do I know you people won’t kill me?” He has a point.
Wyatt steps forward and shrugs at him - Lucy hadn’t registered that he was even in the room, but of course he’d be here. “You don’t, but just give us a few hours and let our… friend… deal with the guys trying to kill you, and I promise you, we’ll take you home.”
She see’s Wyatt struggle over the word ‘friend’ when he talks about Flynn. Okay, so they hadn’t gone to the Titanic. Flynn hadn’t saved Wyatt’s life. They didn’t air out their differences. They weren’t friends. That’s a change in the timeline she can handle. She just wishes it was the only one.
Lucy doesn’t say a word to anyone as she leaves the room and heads to the kitchen. She’s not sure anyone even noticed her leave, but she needs to keep herself busy to keep her mind from wandering, and making Kennedy some food seems like the best way to do that right now. She may not be the best cook in the bunker, but she can handle making a sandwich.
She grabs some bread from the cupboard; and the mustard, some salad, and the sliced meat from the fridge. It’s not to everyone’s tastes.
Making a sandwich doesn’t keep her busy for as long as she would have liked. She’s done in a matter of minutes, before she’s sliding it onto a plate and carrying it down the corridor to deliver to the young president.
When she reaches his room, she finds it empty. “Guys? Guys!”
Turns out if you kidnap a guy and lock him in a room, but promise to return him in a few hours, he’s going to try and escape anyway. Everyone comes running when Lucy calls out to them, skidding into the room to find her holding a sandwich and starring at an open vent in the wall. A quick glance around the room tells them why. John F. Kennedy has escaped from their secret underground bunker and is currently running around 2018 on his own.
“Remember when I said this was a disaster and you all told me to calm down?” Lucy turns to them accusingly. This is why they shouldn’t travel without her.
“So he’s running around a different time period - you guys do it all the time - whats the worst that could happen?” Jess shrugs.
Lucy shakes her head and storms off. If she has to go out there and find him herself, she will. No one else seems to be too concerned about the missing president.
Rufus and Jiya send each other awkward looks, as Wyatt sighs and runs after her. “Luce, where are you going?”
When he catches up to Lucy, she’s struggling with the huge metal door that leads to their freedom. “Lucy, come on. You can’t go out there alone.”
Lucy ignores him as she continues to struggle with the door. She’s getting no where. Does she even know Agent Christopher keeps it locked?
“Lucy, stop!”
She turns around, her eyes wide and frantic. “What, Wyatt!?”
“We need to be smart about this.” He steps forward and brings his hands to her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. “Go get dressed. I’ll talk to Agent Christopher about getting us a car and getting out there to look for him, okay?”
She takes a moment and to take him in. He’s not sure what she’s looking for, but moments later she must have found it, because she’s nodding her head and leaning into him. Wyatt drops a kiss to her forehead and wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into his embrace.
They’re stood there for a minute or two before he feels her begin to shake in his arms. She’s crying. He pulls back and brings his hands back up to her face, wiping her tears away. “What’s wrong?”
Lucy pulls away from him, and shakes her head. “No, nothing.”
He goes to protest - it’s clearly not nothing - but she’s broken away from him and is running back down the corridor towards her bunk, before he can even open his mouth to begin to talk. He sighs deeply, running a hand down his face. Maybe giving her some space would be a good idea - not that he’s had too many of those recently.
No one had quite known what to say when Jess had offered to accompany them to find the young president. But with a historian, two engineers, and a former billionaire on their team, it’s not like they could say no. He’d certainly tried to, but of course he should have known that she wouldn’t take no for an answer. When she’d fired back, “Well, she’s just a teacher, right?”, they really had no choice.
So here he was, his wife sat beside him in the passenger seat, and the woman he loves sat behind him in the back, while they drive around the Oakland area looking for a young Kennedy. Not exactly how he imagined he’d ever spend a day.
They’ve always had a cover when they’ve done this. More often than not, they’ve either been engaged or married. But that’s always been in the past, where being a married woman would get Lucy into more places. He forgets for a moment that they’re still in the present, and she doesn’t need to be married to do anything. She can do anything she wants, without having to have him there with her. So when she tells him “You’re my friend. We can be friends, can’t we?” He’s more offended than he thought he would be - probably more than he has any right to be.
He’s not quite sure what Jess is trying to do when they reach the hospital - she starts reminiscing about their time in Hawaii, and the last time they were in a hospital together. A glance at Lucy tells him this trip down memory lane hurts her more than she’d ever admit to. He tries to put a stop to it, hurting Lucy is the last thing he ever wants to do, but Jess doesn’t seem to be having any of it. So he sends Lucy a look that he hopes conveys how sorry he is that this is happening. She returns his small smile and nods slightly. It’s okay. You guys have a past. We can’t avoid that.
His world stops spinning when they find Emma in the hospital. The red-head grabs Lucy and brings a knife up to press against her throat. Wyatt draws his gun, but he doesn’t click the safety off. He doesn’t have a clean shot and there is no way he’s risking the shot. Not with Lucy and his baby between him and his target.
“Ah, ah.” Emma nods her head to the weapon clutched tightly in his hands. “Gun down, or your girlfriend here gets more than a little paper cut.”
Emma presses the knife tighter to Lucy’s throat, as Wyatt hesitates in lowering his gun. The blade nicks her skin, drawing blood. His eyes follow the drops down the smooth skin of her throat, and he watches as they soak into the neck of her t-shirt.
“Though maybe her life doesn’t matter to you, now that you have your wife back.”
Right, Jessica. He’d almost forgotten she was here. He can only imagine what she’s thinking right now. She knows him as a soldier. One who does what he needs to do, no matter who gets hurt. A reckless hot-head, as Lucy once put it. A bull in a china shop, Jess had called him on more than one occasion. Yet here he was, with a shot he’d made a million times before, and he can’t do it. He can’t take that risk.
Once upon a time he wouldn’t have hesitated in taking this shot - once upon a time he didn’t hesitate in taking this shot. He’s just that good. But that was before he really knew Lucy, before they fell into bed, and before she fell pregnant with his child. Before he fell in love with her.
“Please.” He begs. Wyatt takes his finger off the trigger, and holds his hands up to Emma in surrender. “Please, don’t hurt them.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He should not have said that. The things Emma - Rittenhouse could do to him, and Lucy, and their child... He stops breathing - though he’s not sure he actually begun again after Emma first took Lucy hostage - as he watches the realisation build in Emma’s eyes.
“Them?” Her eyebrows all but disappear into her hairline. “Oh, Princess. What is your mother going to say?”
Wyatt catches Lucy’s eye and does everything he can to convey how sorry he is that he let their secret slip. He’s not sure she understands or not, as she nods her head at him once. Before any of them know what’s happening, Lucy is bringing her foot up, and slamming the heel of her boot back down on Emma’s foot as hard as she can.
Emma shows no reaction to any kind of pain, as she shoves Lucy at Wyatt and makes her escape. He should go after Emma. This could be their chance to end Rittenhouse - or at least cut off one of their heads - but he can’t bring himself to do it. Not when Lucy is at his feet, her head bowed, and a hand clutching at the cut on her neck.
Wyatt drops to his knees in front of her, running his hands up her arms, around her shoulders, and pulling her into his embrace. He presses a kiss to the crown of her head. “It’s okay. She’s gone. I've got you.”
Lucy pulls back and searches his eyes. He’s just as torn up as she expected him to be. More so, even. She drops forward and rests her forehead against his, closing her eyes and revelling in his presence. “You should go after her.”
“No.” He tightens his hold on her. “I’m not leaving you here like this.”
“I’m okay.” She smiles softly. She didn’t think she’d get this level of care and affection from him again, not after Jessica’s return. There’s no guarantee it’ll last though, he’s not officially told her what he plans to do. For all she knows, he’s chosen to honour the vows he made to Jess when they married, and this is just a moment of weakness. She tucks that thought to the back of her mind, the pain in her neck from Emma’s little gift is all she can handle right now. “Jess is here, she’ll loo-”
When Lucy lifts her head to look at the other woman - who they both assume is stood at the other side of the room, where Lucy had pushed her when they’d found Wyatt and Emma - she finds her gone. “Wyatt, Jess is gone.”
His head snaps up at her words. “She’s what!?”
Ignoring the pain throbbing in her throat and the blood still trickling down her neck, Lucy stands and begins to make her way out of the room. “Where is she? Did she run off after Emma? Did Emma take her?”
Wyatt catches up to her before she can get too far. He grips her shoulders and pulls her to him, slipping one arm down to her waist in an attempt to keep her still. “Calm down. Let’s get you checked in and your neck looked at first. You’re beginning to loose too much blood.” She’s always had a pale complexion, but her current colouring is enough to start concerning him.
“But what if Emma has her? You already lost her once.”
He never thought he’d see the day where someone else was more worried about Jess going missing than he is. Though he also never thought he’d love someone other than her. “She’ll be okay, she can look after herself.”
Jess finds them just as the doctor is finishing bandaging Lucy’s neck. She’s breathing heavy, and her cheeks are flushed. Emma clearly didn’t go easy on her.
“I’ve been looking for you guys everywhere.” Jess pants. “She got away. I’m sorry.”
Wyatt shakes his head, denying her apology. “Don’t be. You shouldn’t have gone after her alone in the first place.”
Jess shakes her head and huffs out a short laugh. “You’re forgetting that I’ve kicked your ass on more than one occasion. I can handle myself.”
“Wyatt’s right. Rittenhouse are dangerous, unpredictable, you could have been hurt.” Lucy knows more than anyone just what they’re capable of, though Jess doesn’t seem to be listening to a word they’re saying.
“Look, I’m fine. Not a scratch on me.” She holds out her bare arms for them to inspect, like that will convince them to drop it. It won’t. “Can we just get out of here?”
Wyatt grabs the meds the doctor had left for Lucy, before he helps her up off the bed. “Yeah, Rufus called, said they’d done a scan across social media and found pictures of him at a high school party.”
“My first high school party.” Lucy mutters, as she follows Wyatt out of the hospital. “Better late than never, I suppose.”
Wyatt stops in his tracks at her words and turns to her in disbelief. “Your first? Ever?”
“How does that surprise you?” Lucy shrugs, unashamed. “I told you what I was like back in school.”
“You were the nerd that lived in the library, and didn’t go to prom because you had a spelling-bee the same night, weren’t you?” Jess asks.
Lucy had almost forgotten she was there - again - she really has to stop doing that. “Speech and debate tournament, but yeah.”
The party is a blur for Wyatt, much like the ones he’d attended when he was in high school himself; though for very different reasons. Back then he’d simply had too much whiskey. Now he just wishes that was the case. He could have lost Lucy back in that hospital. Emma came too close to ending his world, and to say that thought has shaken him and consumed him would be an understatement. He’s sure Lucy and Jess have been talking to him since, and he’s sure he’s responded to them, but he couldn’t tell you what was said or who said it. Well, the debrief is going to be fun…
“I see not much has changed since we were in high school.” Jess remarks as a student empties the contents of her stomach.
Wyatt only nods, absently, not quite sure what she just said. Neither Jess nor Lucy said anything, so he must have had the right reaction to whatever she said.
They’re getting some funny looks as they walk through the yard, they clearly don’t belong here. It’s only when they’re nearing the house, that one of the students shouts out “Hey! Somebody’s mom is here!”
Jess bites out a “Bite me!” in response, while Lucy brings one of her hands out from her pocket to point her thumb at the other woman. She stops suddenly when she realises that Jess isn’t the mother here. She is.
One thing Wyatt does remember is Lucy’s excitement over her cell phone. He doesn’t really know why it excites her, but the look on her face is enough to wipe away any lingering fear. If only for a moment. It all returns once he walks away and enters the house in search of Kennedy. Why’d I leave her out there with Jess? Idiot.
It’s easier than he thought it would be to get the future president to return with them - ignoring the part where he runs off, and Wyatt gets into a shoot out with Emma in a room full of drunk high school students, of course.
Once they’re back in the bunker, Lucy makes a break for the bathroom first. She claims to need a shower, telling them she “feels icky after spending 3 days in bed sweating out a 17th century infection, and then running around in search of Kennedy all day.” They all buy it, never questioning her when she spends over an hour locked away in the bathroom.
Lucy tightens the belt on her robe, as she makes her way down the corridor towards her bunk. The door creaks loudly when she pushes it open, but not loud enough to drown out the sound of Wyatt telling Jess he loves her. They must be in his and Rufus’s room across the hall - it’s as private as they’re going to get, when the only truly private room in this hell hole is occupied. His words cut right through her. The way he’d been with her at the hospital today gave her hope for them and their future. She’d had a moment of weakness, when she thought he’d just been caught up in the moment, and would go back to Jess as soon as everything went back to normal. But she’d pushed that thought to the back of her mind, and locked it away in her ‘thoughts I shouldn’t have but I worry too much’ box. It seems her brief worries were more valid than she first thought.
She enters the room, but doesn’t bother locking herself away like she planned. She can’t sit here and listen to Wyatt profess his love for another woman. Hopefully Jiya will be up for bingeing some truly awful for them, yet delicious reality show.
Kennedy has been back in 1934 - where he belongs - for a few hours now. Wyatt’s been looking for Lucy for just as long. It’s not a huge bunker, so he doesn’t know how he hasn’t found her yet. He’s making his way down the corridor with their bunk rooms once again, when he hears voices drifting out of the girl’s room. He’d know one of those voices anywhere. He has every intention of going in there and asking to speak to Lucy in private, when her next words give him pause.
“He loves her, Jiya, more than anything. He’s chosen her. Or he’s going to.”
The sorrow in her voice and the thought of her tearing up with this thought running through her mind breaks his heart. Wyatt doesn’t know what put that idea in her head, nothing he’s done since returning to the present and finding himself in this situation should have given her that impression. Certainly not the events at the hospital earlier.
“What am I going to do? I can’t do this alone.”
He doesn’t need to be in the room with her to know, that she’s rubbing a hand over her swelling stomach as she gives a voice to those words. That by ‘doing this alone’, she means raising their child alone.
He doesn’t intend to hear any more of their conversation - he doesn’t really want to - but the longer he stands here, the more he’s going to hear. She thinks he loves Jessica, more than he loves her. She thinks he’s chosen Jessica over her. She thinks he’s going to make her raise their child alone. He doesn’t know what he did to give her that impression, but the thought sickens him. Unable to hear another word, he makes a break for the bathroom at the end of the hall, throwing himself at the toilet and emptying the meagre contents of his stomach. I have to fix this. I have to.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Timeless
Rating: General / K
Relationships: Wyatt Logan/Lucy Preston
Summary: Wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. Lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. She’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. And all Wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. But if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what Lucy has just done… / Canon divergent from 2x03, Hollywoodland.
Chapter Summary: It’s a surprise to both of them when Wyatt lowers his weapon. Agent Christopher is threatening to court-marshal him if he doesn’t take the shot, but he takes his ear piece out and ignores her. There’s something in Carol’s eyes, and in the way that she talks about Lucy, that screams at Wyatt. He can save her.
Summary: Here it comes. He’s going to tell her that kissing her was a huge mistake, and should never happen again. It’ll hurt to hear, but it’s not a surprise. She went into this with her eyes wide open. She braces herself for the blow. Only the blow doesn’t come. He tells her that while he’s not over the death of his wife and a part of him will always love her, he can’t grieve forever. “Maybe it’s time I stop looking at the past, start looking at the future. Maybe explore some of those possibilities you mentioned.” // Post 1x09. Lucy sprained her ankle in 1934, Wyatt helps her out back in the present.
FFnet / AO3
I apologise for being gone for so long. I apologise for not updating I'll Show You the Way - and for leaving it the way I did - in so long. I have no real excuse, but I promise that's the next update you'll get!
Thankyou to @angellwingsffn for helping me out with this fic! I love you more than coffee in the morning ;)
“How’s the ankle?” Wyatt nods his head to the leg Lucy has propped up on the bench. He grabs the dress draped beside her and hands both of their costumes to a passing attendant, while she focuses on slipping her sneaker over her foot without jarring her ankle.
She pauses in her actions to send him a soft smile and a shrug. “Just a sprain. I’ll live.”
“Maybe so, but will you be okay to drive home?” He raises his eyebrows at her. He’s driven with a sprained ankle himself, it’s not something he’d recommend.
She’d been planning on doing just that, but the look on his face tells her he isn’t going to let her. Lucy falters a moment, choosing her next words carefully. “I uh… I…” Why is her brain failing her now!? Her phone buzzes beside her and she snatches it up. It’s just an app update, but the app flashing on the screen gives her an idea.
“I ordered an Uber.” She says with confidence.
He doesn’t buy it. Damnit.
“Uh huh.” He nods slowly. “Come on. I’ll drive you home.”
The car he directs her to comes as no surprise. A Mustang is the exact car she expected him to drive - a darker colour maybe, navy or black she would have guessed - but the silver suits him well. It’s not as tidy as she expected it to be though. She’s seen the inside of his locker after returning from a mission. His clothes neatly folded and placed carefully on the shelf, with his boots lined up neatly in the bottom. A stark contrast to her own locker, where she’s just carelessly thrown everything in. In her defence though, the dresses she is required to wear - especially those pre 1910 - don’t leave her much time to carefully fold everything, before she has to jump in the lifeboat and Rufus is piloting them through time and space. There are a few jumpers and spare t-shirts strewn on the back seat, and she thinks she can see a couple pairs of boots in the foot well. There’s a takeaway cup from Starbucks in one of the holders between the front seats, along with a crumpled up piece of paper stuffed in the other. The remains of his breakfast she assumes. She raises her eyebrows at the mess, and then up at him.
“What?” He says defensively.
Lucy shakes her head. “No, nothing.”
“It’s not nothing.” They both slide into the car. Wyatt doesn’t start the engine like she expects him to, instead he turns and stares at her. “What’s wrong with my car?”
“It’s just not as tidy as I expected it to be. That’s all.” She shrugs.
He raises his eyebrows at her. “Why? What did you expect?”
Lucy drops her head back and and closes her eyes, wishing she’d never said anything now. “I’ve seen the inside of your locker and how you are on missions. Everything all neat and tidy. I just expected the same of your car.”
He doesn’t say any more, just sits there and looks at her. She’s not quite sure what he’s looking for, but the longer he stares, the more uncomfortable she gets. She shifts under his gaze. “Are we just going to sit here, or am I uncancelling that Uber?”
Wyatt laughs and shakes his head, before he turns and switches the engine on. “That was an app update, and we both know it.” He says as he puts the car in drive and speeds away.
Lucy doesn’t know how Wyatt knows her address. She didn’t tell him and he didn’t ask. She’s not sure she wants to know how or why he knows it, but he pulls up in front of the right house regardless. There’s an awkward pause as he switches the engine off and she removes her seatbelt. Wyatt wants to stick around, to keep her company for a while - he can’t see any sign of her mother being home - Lucy wants him to do just that, but neither of them are willing to admit as much out loud.
She takes a deep breath and turns to him. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No problem.” He shrugs. “Ma’am.”
Lucy shakes her head, exasperated. “I thought I told you not to call me that?”
“What would you rather I call you then, babydoll?”
The nickname resurfaces feelings she’d pushed down back in 1934. What she wouldn’t give for him to call her that seriously, and not teasing her. Though she knows he won’t ever. As long as time travel exists, he’s going to do everything he can to get his wife back. She has no idea the same thought is currently running through his own mind.
She gathers her things from the floor. The door is open and she has one foot out of the vehicle, when she turns back to him. “You in a rush to get home, sweetheart? My mom’s out late tonight, so I wouldn’t say no to some company.” Two can play at that game, though her question comes out far more flirtatious than she intends it to.
He regards her for a moment. He shouldn’t. Spending time with her outside of work is likely to bring up feelings he’s tried so hard to push down and repress. Feelings he shouldn’t be feeling, because there’s still a chance he can get Jessica back. He accepts the invitation anyway. He can’t say no to her, especially with the tone in her voice.
Pulling the keys from the ignition, he exits the car and follows her up the path. The awkwardness between them returns when they enter the house. Wyatt follows Lucy as she hobbles her way through to the kitchen. A part of him wants to reach out to her, to wrap his arm around her waist and help her. Though there’s a part of him screaming at him not to, that that would be inappropriate, that friends don’t wrap their arms around their friends waist. And thats what they are, right? Friends. But friends don’t let friends struggle when they’re clearly in pain and need help. So he steps forward, catches her around the waist, and pulls her weight off her sprained ankle.
She brings her hand up to grip his shoulder, steadying herself. “Thanks.” She mutters.
Wyatt deposits her on the sofa, before bending down to carefully pull her sneakers off her feet. He pushes them under the coffee table out of the way - he knows how clumsy she can be, he doesn’t want her spraining the other ankle - before he toes off his own boots, and slides them under next to hers. “You have any ice? Or some frozen veg or something I can put on this ankle? Keep the swelling down?”
Lucy attempts to rise at his question, supposedly heading to the freezer to grab something herself, but he doesn’t let her get very far before he’s pushing down on her shoulders and back onto the sofa. “Stay. You need to keep your weight off this ankle.”
She frowns at his command. “I didn’t realise I’d turned into a dog.”
He crowds into her space at her comment, his face inching closer and closer to hers. She’s not sure what he’s doing, or why. A part of her hopes he’s going in for another kiss, but surely he’d have already done that by now if it was going to happen again. Right?
The playful “woof.” he lets out is the last thing she expects and has her bursting out with laughter, her face lighting up. She’s never seen this side of Wyatt Logan. She rather likes it.
Wyatt joins her in laughter as he makes his way over to the freezer.
“Will you grab me some wine while you’re there, please?” She flashes pleading eyes at him over the top of the sofa. “There should be an open bottle in the fridge, and glasses in the cupboard to the right of you.”
He nods his acquiescence to her, but when he returns, it’s not a glass of wine and bag of frozen veg he brings with him, but rather a bottle of water and a bag of frozen veg. She frowns up at him, wincing slightly when he places the frozen veg on her swelling ankle. “That’s not wine.”
“Astute observation, professor.” He smirks up at her, holding out the water. She’s reluctant to take it. “But I’ve had plenty of sprained ankles myself, and I know the painkillers they give you. You can’t drink with them.”
She goes to protest, but the look he gives her has her stopping before she’s even started. He sits beside her and takes a moment, taking her in, before he starts to shift nervously. “Besides, uh…”
His eyes flick down to where his hands are rubbing together slowly, his elbows resting on his knees.
“Besides, what?” Lucy smiles at him softly.
Wyatt takes a deep breath, as he tucks one leg up beneath him and turns to face her. “Something happened on the mission today. Something I think we need to talk about with clear minds.”
She’s not quite sure what he’s referring to, not until she notices his eyes trained on her lips. Oh. “You mean…”
“I kissed you.” He exclaims.
“Yeah…” She nods slowly, not quite sure where he’s going with this. Does he regret it? Does he wish he’d never done it? She daren’t hope it’s the opposite. She can’t allow her hopes to rise like that, only for them to fall flat when he tells her it shouldn’t have happened.
“I…” What he wants to say, he knows won’t be easy for her to hear. It’s something he needs to say though. For both of their sakes. “It shouldn’t have happened.”
“Oh.” It’s not what she would have liked him to have said, but she understands. It hurts, but she understands. “No, yeah, I get it. We had to sell it or they would have-”
“-Yeah. Just playing a role.” A part of him hoped she would fight him on this. That she would tell him it wasn’t just a role, tell him it meant something to her… Tell him that she wanted to explore the possibilities with him. But it’s not who she is, and he loves who she is.
Neither know quite what to say now. Okay, they both know what they want to say, but neither have the courage to come out and say it, so they simply sit and stare. The ping of Lucy’s phone from inside her bag, breaks the spell. She can’t quite reach it where it sits on the coffee table - not without jolting her ankle, which she’s really trying not to do, after the pain she experienced when putting her shoes on back at Mason Industries. Without a word, Wyatt reaches forward and grabs it for her, pulling out her phone.
He doesn’t mean to catch a glimpse of the text she’s just received, but it’s not his fault her phone lights up when pulls it out of her bag, and it’s not his fault that she has her message previews set to always show, rather than to just show when unlocked. When he sees Noah is the sender, he pauses. Of course the guy pops up now. He doesn’t give Lucy chance to read the messages herself, before he’s flinging the phone onto the coffee table, muttering “Fuck it.”, and surging forward to catch her lips with his.
A million thoughts swim through her mind - make that a million and one - as his lips crash with hers. She stays frozen, not quite sure what to do. She wants nothing more than to melt into him, to wrap her arms around his neck and run her fingers through his hair. But only moments ago was he telling her that kissing her in 1934 was a mistake, that it shouldn’t have happened. His tongue running along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance, has her making her mind up. She opens to him, only allowing herself to melt when his tongue finds hers.
With any other guy, she’d be fighting him for dominance right now, asserting her independence. But Wyatt isn’t any other guy, and she is quite happy to sit back and let him devour her. He does just that. She brings her arms up to wrap around his neck, her fingers inching up into his hair, as he rises onto his knees and pushes her back to lay across the sofa.
Neither hear the car pulling up outside, nor the second car. Neither hear the click of heels on the concrete, or the voices growing louder and louder as they greet each other with surprise. Neither hear the key turning in the lock, or the footsteps approaching them.
It’s like a bucket of iced water is poured over them, as Carol and Noah step into the room. They tear themselves apart, Wyatt shooting up off the sofa and standing before Lucy’s mother and Fiancé. He’s stood tall and straight, his hands clasped behind his back. Looking at him, you’d think he was stood before his commanding officer back at Pendleton. This is arguably worse.
“Mom. Noah.” Lucy attempts to stand, but stops and holds her hands up in surrender when Wyatt turns to glare at her. The flirtatious smile she sends him as well is probably a mistake considering their current company.
“Lucy?” The hurt in Noah’s voice has her flinching. “I don’t…”
She wants to say something to make things better, to calm him down. But there are no words that are the truth, that she can say to fix things. None that won’t hurt him anyway.
He sighs and shakes his head. “I came here to apologise for our date the other night, and you’re here fucking some other guy like, some kind of slut?”
Wyatt’s gaze flicks to Noah, his eyes narrowing. “I’d choose your next words carefully if I were you.”
Noah takes no notice of Wyatt as he steps forward and around Wyatt, hovering over Lucy. “How many other guys have you fucked since we got engaged, huh?”
Wyatt turns to see Lucy cowering in the corner of the sofa, the same corner he’d just been pressing her into with his body. He reaches out and grips Noah’s arm, tugging him away from her. “Okay, that’s enough.”
Noah shrugs Wyatt off of him, stepping back and heading towards the front door. He stops by the kitchen island, and turns back to him. “You’re welcome to the little whore.”
Carol’s cry of “Okay, that’s enough!” comes seconds before Wyatt marches forward and grips the front of Noah’s shirt. He knows he shouldn’t. He knows Lucy wouldn’t want him to - it’s not exactly the best first impression for her mother either - but he can’t help it. He can’t let anyone talk about her like that. Wyatt doesn’t give Noah time to react, to defend himself, before he’s bringing his arm up and sending his closed fist flying straight at Noah’s face.
Lucy winces, though she’s not sure if it was from the pain that shot up her leg when she rises from the sofa and stands on her sprained ankle, or from the sickening crunch of Noah’s nose breaking. She hobbles forward and lays a hand on Wyatt’s arm. “Wyatt. Stop, please.”
He turns, his eyes full of regret. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I’m so sorry.”
She brings her hand up to the back of his neck and pulls his head down to rest her forehead against his. “It’s okay.” She closes her eyes and breathes deep. “Go get a fresh bag of frozen veg for your hand, while I deal with Noah.”
She doesn’t give him the time to protest, as she reaches up on her tip toes and presses a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. She’s likely rubbing salt into Noah’s wound, but she can’t bring herself to care. It’s the least he deserves after the way he just spoke to her.
Wyatt’s stopped from opening the freezer, by a hand resting on the door. He turns his head to see Carol stood by him with a frown on her face.
“You will do no such thing.” She scowls. “I don’t know who you are, or how you know my daughter, but I want you out of my house.”
Carol opens the freezer and pulls out the bag of veg Wyatt had intended to grab himself, instead moving over to pass it to Noah. Not that a frozen bag of veg will do much for a broken nose.
“Mom!” Lucy exclaims. “Wyatt is more than welcome here, you can’t send him away because he hit someone who talked to me like that. Noah’s lucky I was here to stop him going further!”
“It’s okay, Luce.” He smiles softly, turning to leave. “I’ll, uh... I’ll see you at work?”
Lucy turns back to her mother. She’s had enough of this. Her entire life has been decided by her mother. But not any more. She’s a grown woman, she can make her own decisions. “If Wyatt isn’t welcome here, then neither am I.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Lucy.” Carol scoffs.
Lucy grabs her bag and her shoes, not bothering to try slip them on. She ignores her mother calling to her, limping as quick as she can down the hall and out the door. She calls out to Wyatt, just as he slips into his car.
“Lucy, what are you doing? Go back inside.” He gets back out of the car, heading towards her to help her back inside.
“No.” She shakes her head vigorously. “She’s taking his side, Wyatt. I can’t stay there, with him, after what he said to me. If you hadn’t have punched him, I would have.”
He smirks at her. “Good job I got in there first then, isn’t it?”
Lucy steps forward and rests her hands on his chest, smiling up at him. “My hero.”
“Come on.” He nods his head back at the car, as he brings his hands up to squeeze at her waist. “Let’s get you some ice on that ankle.”
She brings his bruising hand, up to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the split knuckles. “And on this hand of yours.”
Wyatt lives further away from her than she thought. The same distance as her from Mason industries, she would guess, but in the opposite direction. Knowing this, has her wondering why he would offer her a lift home if he’s going so far out of his way.
“It’s not much, just the bare bones while I’m actually here and not shipped off somewhere.” He brings his hand up to scratch behind his ear in embarrassment, as they ascend the stairs to his floor.
He’d offered to carry her up the stairs, when they arrived and found the elevator out of order. She swatted his shoulder and told him not to be so ridiculous, that her ankle may be sprained but she’s still perfectly capable of making her way up a few flights of stairs.
She shrugs. He could live in an abandoned warehouse, and it would still be more welcoming than the house she has called home for so long. She tells him as much and he just laughs lightly and slightly awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond.
Unlocking the door, he steps inside and toes his shoes off, shuffling them to the side and lining them up against the wall, next to where a few other pairs already sit. Lucy follows his lead and puts her sneakers down beside his boots - she never bothered to slip them on on the ride over here. She takes a moment to take in the domesticity of it all. Her shoes lined up beside his, her bag now hanging on a hook amongst his coats. She wants this. She sighs and follows him through to the kitchen.
“No veg, but I do have a little ice.” He pulls a tray out of the freezer and shows her the three blocks. “Not enough for both of us though.”
She turns and starts hunting for a clean tea towel to wrap the ice in. Wyatt watches her open a few cupboards and draws for a moment, before he squeezes past her and opens the only draw she hadn’t and pulls one out.
“Here.” He holds the ice out to her, but she refuses to take it.
“No.” She shakes her head, no. “I had the veg back at my place, before we were rudely interrupted. You take the ice for your hand.”
She can see he wants to argue, so she pulls out her best ‘I’m the professor, so what I say goes’ look - one she normally reserves for the more stubborn students in her classes, but one she can see herself using often on him the future. He sighs at the look, pressing the ice to his bruised hand with a wince.
“You want a drink?” He offers.
She gives him a doubtful look. “I suppose alcohol is still off the table?”
“What do you think?” He says, as he grabs two bottles of water from the fridge.
Wyatt drops his empty hand to rest on the small of her back as he leads her through to the living room. They drop onto the couch together, Lucy wincing as the movement jostles her ankle. She really has to stop doing that.
“Okay, no more moving for you tonight.” He raises his eyebrows at her, when he sees her go to protest. “Christopher will have my head if I bring you in tomorrow in a worse state than the one you left in. Rufus probably would too.”
“Guess I’m spending the night on the sofa then.” She settles further into the cushions. Not the most comfortable place she’s ever spent the night, but it’ll have to do if he won’t let her move. At least it’ll be more comfortable than two fully grown adults sharing a single bed. Not that she’s complaining about being pressed so close to Wyatt in nothing but her underwear.
“Some host you are.” She teases.
They sit in companionable silence for some time, their bottles of water sit untouched on the coffee table. They should probably talk about…. Everything, before the phone rings and they’re back in that giant metal eyeball once more. Lucy hates that thing. A glance to the figure slouched beside her, has her admitting that she doesn’t hate it as much as she claims to. She wouldn’t have met Wyatt, if it wasn’t for Connor Mason inventing the damn thing.
Wyatt reaches out and grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers without a word. He rolls his head to the side, a soft smile playing on his lips.
She meets his gaze and matches his smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He whispers in return.
“We should…” Lucy tightens her grip on his hand, anchoring him to her. He’s not going anywhere. Physically or emotionally.
“Talk.” He nods. “Yeah.” He sighs. “When I lost Jess, I lost myself. The only time I was sober, was when I was on a mission. Losing her destroyed me, and if I’m being honest, I can’t say I’m completely over it.”
Here it comes. He’s going to tell her that kissing her - both times - was a huge mistake, and should never happen again. It’ll hurt to hear, but it’s not a surprise. She went into this with her eyes wide open. He told her about Jess during their first mission. She could see in his actions and hear in his tone as he spoke about her, how much he loved her - still does love her. She braces herself for the blow. Only the blow doesn’t come. He tells her that while he’s not over the death of his wife - not yet, but hopefully one day - and that while a part of him will always love her, he can’t grieve forever. “Maybe it’s time I stop looking at the past, start looking at the future. Maybe explore some of those possibilities you mentioned.”
She sits and stares at him for a moment, letting his words sink in. “Possibilities of what?”
“I think you know, babydoll.” He smirks.
“I think you should show me.” She returns his smirk. “Sweetheart.”
He surges forward and catches her lips with his, much like he did before. Only this time she doesn’t freeze. This time she is quick to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him closer, she’s quick to lay back on the sofa and pull him down with her. She slides her leg beneath him and lets him settle against her, the pressure of him against her, there, adding fuel to the already roaring fire. She’s lost in his kiss, his touch, his everything, when his bruised hand and split knuckles run across her cheek, his fingers burying themselves in her hair. She breaks away from him, panting deeply. His forehead comes down to rest against hers. He matches her breath for breath.
She hates to say this, while they’re in this position. She hates to be the one to dump the bucket of ice water over them this time. But there’s another elephant in the room that needs addressing before this can go any further. “Noah.”
The utterance of her Fiancé- ex-Fiancé’s name has him reeling back. “What?”
“Sorry.” She sighs. “I should probably have said something more than his name.”
Wyatt crawls back, lifting his weight off of her. Once he’s settled, he holds his hand out to help her up, and pulls her to settle against him. “Yeah, you should have, but we should talk about him and what happened tonight as well.”
Lucy starts by telling him about her past relationships. About the one guy in high school she dated for about a week, before she found out that he was sleeping with about half the school. About the drummer in her band that she had a casual thing with. About Jonas and how he used their relationship to direct her career down the path he wanted it go - she didn’t realise he was doing that at the time, but now she doesn’t know how she was so blind. Or how her mother let him get away with it. “When we got back from the Hindenburg and I found out I was engaged to some guy I didn’t even know, a part of me was relieved. There was this guy that loved me with everything he had, he knew everything about me - my messy past, my controlling mother, everything - but despite all he knew, he still wanted to marry me. He was the perfect guy, and though I didn’t return his feelings, I thought ‘why not give it a go?’. I tried to see in him what the other me saw in him, I tried to love him like he loved me. I thought it was working. I thought I was falling for him, hard.”
She feels Wyatt take a deep, steadying breath. She imagines hearing her talk about Noah in this way, isn’t the easiest for him - much like hearing him talk about his love for Jess, isn’t the easiest for her to hear - but this needs to be said. The air needs to be clear between them before they jump in. Together. She pulls away from his embrace, needing to make eye contact for what she’s about to say. “It wasn’t him I was falling for, though… It was you.”
Neither are ready to say those words yet, though the looks in their eyes - both pairs shining with unshed tears - paint a thousand words.
Wyatt falls back and lays against the arm of the sofa. His eyes dancing across every part of her, draw her in. She crawls towards him and settles between the back of the sofa and him, her head resting on his chest, her legs twining with his.
He wraps his arms around her, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. “I’ll never stop falling for you.”
Wyatt blinks his eyes open several hours later. The sky outside has turned dark, and the room cold. He brings his arm up to check his watch for the time: just after midnight. He should probably move them to his bedroom. He’s spent many nights sleeping on this sofa, and the pain he always wakes with the next morning, is not something he’d ever wish for Lucy to experience. She’s still curled into his side, still dead to the world, and hang on... Is that drool on his shirt? Oh, he’s so going to tease her about that in the morning.
“Luce.” He whispers, as he runs his fingers through her hair. She shows no sign of beginning to stir, so he runs a finger down the bridge of her nose and then back and forth across her cheek. He tries calling her name again, a little louder this time. “Lucy.”
She groans and settles further into him. He laughs softly and makes a mental note: Lucy Preston is not a morning person. “Come on, sleepy head. Let’s get you to bed.”
Wyatt slides off the sofa, shaking his head at her when he turns and finds her settling back into the sofa cushions. She doesn’t protest when he moves to pick her up this time.
He deposits her on the bed with a “Don’t go crawling under those sheets. You need to take your pills and I have some clothes for you to change into.”
She mumbles something under her breath. He doesn’t hear what, but the glare she cracks her eyes open to send him, tells him he probably doesn’t want to know. He’s never laughed so much in his life, but he finds himself doing so once more. She’s cute when she’s sleepy and slightly annoyed. He pulls out a clean t-shirt and a clean pair of boxers for her to change into. He presses a soft kiss to her lips, as he presses the clothes into her hands and points her to the bathroom. “I’ll grab you some water for those pills.”
“So bossy.” She mumbles, when she stands and leaves the room. He hears her this time.
He’s tucked under the covers, looking at his phone when she returns. Her eyes are only half open and he’s not quite sure how she’s not fallen over something or bumped into something in this state. Maybe being exhausted makes her more co-ordinated? If so, he should see about making her exhausted for their missions through time. It’d make looking out for her a little easier on him, if he doesn’t have to worry about her tripping over thin air.
Lucy shuffles over to the bed, climbing in beside him. She goes to burrow down in the covers when he stops her with one word. “Pills.”
She turns and looks at him, pausing for a moment. “I thought I was the bossy know-it-all?”
“I’m just trying to look after you.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.
Lucy is wide awake when he wakes the next morning. He blinks his eyes open to see her sat up in the bed, staring at the wall in front of her. It doesn’t immediately register what she’s looking at, not until he glances up himself and sees Jessica’s picture staring back at him. He sits up and tucks himself behind her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I really wish you hadn’t seen that.”
She turns and frowns at him. “Why not?”
He doesn’t have a straight answer for her. Jess was a huge part of his life and the reason he is who he is today. He knows Lucy understands that. But it just feels... wrong for her to see it.
“You know you can talk to me about her, right?” She offers. “Anytime. About anything.”
He remains silent, staring.
“Wyatt?” She prompts.
He nods slowly, the movement causing his head to brush the side of hers. “Yeah. I know.”
Moments later, Lucy finds herself turning in his embrace and offering to help him find out who killed her. She doesn’t quite know what prompted her to do it. She doesn’t quite know how much help she can really be to him and the case. She’s no detective. But she is a historian, and this happened in the past. It’s really her area of expertise… right? Is there really a difference between looking into the events of 100 years ago, and the events of 5 years ago?
“You’re amazing.” He whispers against her skin.
Neither are sure how much time has passed. Neither care. With no phone calls from Agent Christopher or Mason Industries, it’s not like they have anywhere else to be. They had sat for a few minutes, staring at the articles, and maps, and pictures littering the wall opposite his bed, before he laid back and pulled her down with him.
They’re exchanging lazy kisses, when the ringing of Lucy’s phone drifts through from the living room. They groan collectively. So much for a lazy day in bed. Would it kill Flynn to give them a day or two? Just once.
Only when Lucy answers the call, Agent Christopher isn’t informing her that the mothership has jumped. She’s asking her to dinner tonight. It’s an odd request. One she’s not sure she should accept. The last time her boss had asked her to dinner, he’d broken up with her. But she wasn’t dating Agent Christopher. She asks the homeland security agent to hang on just one second while she checks her diary, buying her the time to ask Wyatt what the hell she should do. He places his hands on her shoulders, and tells her to take a deep breath, to calm down. It’s just dinner. She repeats the 3 words to herself, as she brings the phone back up to her ear and says “I’d love to!” in an overly cheery tone.
She’s no calmer when she hangs up the phone, turning to Wyatt with wide eyes. “Why do I get the feeling I’m about to be fired?”
Wyatt scoffs and pulls her into his embrace. “You’re not about to be fired.”
“But what if I am.” She pulls back in a panic. “I can’t turn away from this now. I can’t let Flynn decimate history.”
“Then we steal the lifeboat and we finish it ourselves.” He shrugs, as if they could steal the lifeboat, as easy as she could steal a kiss from him. He’d certainly make it look easy.
They stand wrapped around each other, before she mumbles. “I should go home.” into his chest.
“You should stay here.” He replies, tightening his hold on her. After the way Noah and her mother treated her last night, he’d rather she not go anywhere near that house. But he knows thats not an option. He sighs, nodding slowly. “You want me to come with you?”
Lucy shakes her head, no, and reluctantly pulls away from him. Facing her mother, and possibly Noah, is something she needs to do by herself. Besides, she can’t spend the rest of her life cowering behind Wyatt. No matter how much he’d love that.
Summary: “Really?” He looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at her. “All this over a spider.” Wyatt can't blame the thing for wanting to shower with her. It's a pleasure he never got to experience before... everything. / Post 2x10, post saving Rufus.
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It’s early when Wyatt wakes. A refreshing wave of silence has settled over the tin can he calls home, with his roommates all currently dead to the world, and likely to stay that way for several hours more. At least that’s what he believes until the familiar, ear-piercing screech of one Lucy Preston has him throwing the covers off of him and snatching up his gun. Every worst case scenario runs through his mind as he hurries through the winding corridors, all of them involving Rittenhouse.
“LUCY!” He calls, as he reaches the bunker’s only bathroom. The door is shut, and the chair they use to indicate it’s occupancy is sat outside. He can hear the hammering of water against the tiles, but nothing more from Lucy. He tries calling her name once again. “LUCY!?”
A whimper, and then: “Wyatt!?”
She sounded scared, terrified even. He had never heard this tone in her voice, not even when Flynn had them face America’s first serial killer.
“Wyatt, please.”
He’s hesitant in opening the door. They’re in a good place right now. It’s been 3 months since they lost Rufus. 2 months since they successfully brought him back. They’ve been working to build their relationship back up, and while they’re no where near where they were before, things are good. Wyatt has no intention of ruining things by walking in on her while she’s showering. Just the thought of her stood a few feet away, naked and wet, has his mind wandering into dangerous territory.
“Lucy, what’s wrong?” He won’t enter without her permission. “Are you decent?”
“I don’t care about that, just come in here and kill this thing.”
Her words bring him pause. What could there possibly be in the bathroom for him to kill? There’s only one way to find out. He pushes the door open slowly, unsure of what he’ll find on the other side. He sweeps the room with his eyes, his gun drawn ready to fire at anything that jumps out at him. Only nothing does. Lucy is stood by the row of sinks to the left of him, as naked as the day she was born, and it takes everything in him to keep his eyes averted. She doesn’t make it easy when she moves towards him, crowding in close behind him. He can feel the heat of her body, pressed close behind his. She’s hiding from something in the room, but he’s still unsure of what has her so scared, so early in the day.
He takes a deep, shaky breath. Why does she have to make it so hard for him to remain a gentleman? “Luce? I don’t see what I’m supposed to be killing here.”
She points to the wall of showers to their right, water still sputtering from one of the shower heads on the wall. The steady stream of water distorting, but not hiding the dark, eight legged beast sitting on the wall. He clicks the safety back into place on his gun, and drops the arm holding it.
“Really?” He looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow at her. “All this over a spider.”
Wyatt can't blame the thing for wanting to shower with her. It's a pleasure he never got to experience before... everything.
“Just kill it and get rid of it. Please.” Her voice is small, she’s clearly terrified of it - a fact he feels like he should already know.
He sighs and makes his way over to the offending creature, grabbing a handful of toilet roll from one of the stalls on his way. He squishes the spider with the paper, wiping it from the wall. Turning back to the stalls, he flushes the spider and the toilet paper down the toilet. Gone, job done.
“All gone.” He makes his way back over to her, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She takes a step back before his hand can come in contact with her skin. He sighs. “Right. Sorry, I should… go.”
The frantic shaking of her head is the last thing he expects to see.
“No. Don’t go.”
He frowns at her. Does she not realise the state of undress she’s in right now? Does she not realise what affect its having on him?
“Luce, please. I’m not sure how long I can remain a gentleman, while you’re…” He waves a hand in her direction, unable to say that one simple, not-so-innocent word.
She takes a step towards him, smirking as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Careful to avoid his hands, she reaches up on her tip toes, her lips caressing his ear. “Just make sure to wash that demon off your hands before you lose control, soldier.”
Summary: Wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. Lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. She’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. And all Wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. But if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what Lucy has just done… / Canon divergent from 2x03, Hollywoodland.
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I'm probably going to regret this, and you guys are most definitely going to have to kick my ass to keep me writing this - I'm especially talking to you, my goats - but here have an alternative season 2 multi-chapter fic!
This isn't the original prompt I had for this fic... In fact, I don't think that's going to pop up until at least chapter 3, but this is where I felt it appropriate to start! Enjoy!
Wyatt’s phone demanding his attention is the last thing he wants right now. Lucy has his attention - she always has his attention. She’s saying something about them having nowhere to go but down. And all Wyatt wants to do is groan, and tell her not to jinx them before they’ve even begun. But if the words he’s currently reading on his phone are any indication, jinx them is exactly what Lucy has just done…
I have the papers. You need to sign them. When can we meet? Jess x
Lucy watches as his skin pales and the smile drops straight off his face. There’s no longer any trace of the love previously shining in his eyes. Everything was just beginning to fall into place for them. Finally. And now…
“She’s alive.” He whispers.
“What?” Lucy frowns and cocks her head him. “Wyatt, who’s alive?”
He can’t find the words to answer her. How is he supposed to tell the woman he loves that his wife is back from the dead? Instead, he simply hands his phone over to her. He watches as her eyes scan the screen, reading the text. And again, and again. By the looks of things, she’s having just as hard of a time believing the words, as he is.
“Jessica.” Lucy snaps her head up to look him in the eyes, tears threatening to fall from her own. “We must have done something in 1941. Wyatt, I- I don’t-”
Wyatt grabs her around the waist and pulls her into his embrace, bringing his forehead down to rest against hers. “What do I do, Luce? What am I supposed to do?” He takes a deep, shuddering breath. “She’s my wife… but you and I, we… I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t. I promise.” She brings her hand up to wipe away the lone tear that has escaped his eye, completely ignoring the ones now beginning to fall from her own. “Go see her. Find out what she wants. I can’t tell you what to do, what to decide. You have to figure that out for yourself.”
Wyatt presses a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Go, while you can. I’ll cover for you here.” She reluctantly draws away from him, knowing this could be the last time he’ll ever hold her.
“If Rittenhouse jump, you call me.” He tightens the grip he has on his phone, before he slips it back into the back pocket of his jeans. He needs her to know he’s serious, he will not risk his team being sent on a mission with no one to protect them. Or worse, with Flynn to protect them. “I’m serious, Luce. You guys jump with me, or not at all.”
The nodding of her head is all he needs to reassure himself that she’ll call him. He drops one last kiss to her lips, savouring the feel of her against him; before he pulls away, nods once, and turns to find a way out of the bunker without attracting any attention.
“Lucy!” Rufus’s voice echoes down the hallway. “Check this out!”
She watches Wyatt disappear round the corner, before turning back to see what Rufus had found. “What is it?”
He’s holding a tablet when she approaches him, an article loaded on the web browser, but she can’t see what the article is about. “Uh, I told Hedy to renew her patent - which she did in 1955 - so that when the Navy uses it in the 1962 blockade of Cuba, Hedy and George still own it.”
Lucy smiles at him proudly, he did the right thing. Once upon a time, she would have blown up at him for making such a huge change to history, but after all they’ve been through, and all she knows is still to come, she can’t bring herself to care. Hedy was an incredible woman and she deserved every penny she earned from still owning that patent. She shrugs slightly. “Glad they got the credit.”
“Yeah… and about 30 billion dollars to go with it.” Rufus reveals, like it’s no big deal.
Lucy snatches the tablet from his hands. “30 billion!?” She scans the page quickly, before looking back up at him for confirmation.
“Billion.” He nods. “She quit acting, started a tech company. According to wikipedia, Bill Gates aint got nothing on Hedy Lamarr.”
Lucy’s just grabbing breakfast when the alarm sounds throughout the bunker. Rittenhouse… Damnit, Mother! Carol had always told Lucy as a child how breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and here she was interrupting her morning meal for the 2nd day running. She glares at the freshly buttered slices of… rather burnt toast, before snatching one up and shoving half of it into her mouth, inevitably struggling to chew and swallow without choking. She can only imagine what Wyatt would say right now.
With her mouth full, and a trail of crumbs following her, Lucy makes her way from the kitchenette over to the console. “Where are they?” She struggles out around her poor excuse for breakfast.
Rufus and Jiya look at her like she has 2 heads, while Flynn comes up behind her with a: “You want to say that again in English?”
Lucy turns to glare at him as she struggles to swallow the last of her toast. “I said: Where are they?”
“Uh, Salem, Massachusetts. September 22nd, 1692.” Jiya pales as read out the date and location, glancing at Rufus in worry. “Pilgrims?”
“It’s the height of the witch trials.” Lucy’s torn. She’d promised Wyatt she would call him if they jumped, she knows they’re going to need him for this jump. Only she can’t bring herself to do it. Knowing what he’s out there doing… she has to give him more time.
Denise turns to Lucy. “Try Wyatt again. He needs to get his ass back here. Now.”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll…” The historian utters quietly, hesitantly, before running off down the corridor towards her and Jiya’s room. There’s no way she can have this conversation in front of everyone without any of them figuring out what’s going on.
With her phone pressed tight against her ear, her head raised to the ceiling in frustration, she mutters: “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” As she paces back and forth across the room.
Wyatt answers the phone on the last ring. “Luce? You okay?”
“Wyatt.” She sighs, releasing a breath she had no idea she’d been holding. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just… How are you? How’s… How’s Jess?”
He echoes her sigh. How he wishes he’d never left the bunker. Being here, having seen Jessica again, he’s never been more sure of what he wants - who he wants - and it’s not the woman he’s waiting for to finish her shift. It’s Lucy. If he’s honest with himself, it’s been Lucy since she whisper-shouted “are you asleep?” at him across the waiting room at Mason Industries. It’s been Lucy since she told him she needed him at the Alamo in 1863. It’s been Lucy since he kissed her in 1934 in front of Bonnie and Clyde.
“She’s working.” He rubs a hand down his face. “I, uh, tracked her to the bar she works at.” He takes a breath. “I don’t know how to feel about how neutral she was when I walked in…”
“I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.” Lucy screws her eyes shut tight. Talking with the man she loves, about the woman he loves - a woman that isn’t her - is the last thing she wants to do, but it’s something she needs to do. “Maybe you guys are in a fight or something?”
He chuckles at that. “If we were fighting, I’d know. She always had a fiery temper… She says she has something I need to sign.”
That piques her curiosity. “Oh? Did she say what?” Lucy knows what she wants it to be. Divorce papers. It may be selfish on her part, but she prays she’s right.
Wyatt shakes his head, before realising Lucy can’t see him. “No. I got a motel room.” He hates the thought of Lucy thinking about him and Jessica alone in a motel room. “She’s going to drop by when she finishes her shift.”
“Oh. Okay.” Her voice is quiet. He can hear the insecurities.
“Luce… I’m sorry.” He doesn’t quite know why he’s apologising. It’s not like he asked for any of this to happen.
She sniffs once, refusing to let the tears starting to form, fall. “No. No, it’s okay. You do what you have to do.”
“Yeah.” He falls silent for a moment. “Did they jump? Is that why you called?”
“Oh! No. No, I just- I was worried about you.” Wyatt’s sure she isn’t telling him the whole truth, something is wrong. “I miss you.”
“Luce, please.” He stands abruptly. There is no way his team is jumping without him. “Tell me the truth. Rittenhouse jumped, didn’t they?”
“I-” She sighs. She hates that he can read her so well, even when he’s no where near her. “Yeah, but listen. It sounds like a quick simple mission. Rufus and I will be fine without you,. You need to do this Wyatt. You need to see Jessica.”
“I don’t care how simple it sounds. You’re not jumping without me.” He doesn’t say good bye before he hangs up the phone.
Lucy sighs, before she reluctantly makes her way back into the common room. She’s about to tell them that he’s on his way back - he didn’t say it, but she knows him, just as well as he knows her - when Denise’s phone rings. The agent pulls the phone from her back pocket and glances at the screen. Frowning, she looks at Lucy. “It’s Wyatt.”
Wyatt curses as he hangs up the phone with Lucy. He wastes no time in finding another contact in his phone: Agent Christopher. Lucy isn’t going to be happy with him for doing this, but he doesn’t care. She can be as angry at him as she wants. As long as he’s the one in that third seat when they jump.
He doesn’t give Denise the chance to say a word when she answers her phone. “Do not let them jump without me! Understand?”
She sighs down the phone. He can imagine the irate look on her face in this moment… He doesn’t want to imagine the trouble he’s going to be in when he returns. “Well, you better hurry up and get back here then.”
