Very short fic - hope you like it! There's implied violence but nothing actually happens
Disclaimer: I don't own Timeless or any of the characters - just waiting for season 2 like most people!
The Eyes
Wyatt looks at the mob boss sitting next to him – his blue eyes staring into the man's brown ones. He tries not to roll his eyes at the inane boasting he's been listening to for the past half hour. They're not sure what Emma wants in 1950s New York, but it's got something to do with this man and whatever he's into. The man may be laughing, but there's a coldness to his dark eyes that his laughter doesn't reach. Wyatt chuckles along with him, but the laughter doesn't reach his eyes either.
A commotion at the back of the warehouse where Wyatt's meeting is taking place causes two sets of eyes – blue and brown – to immediately flick to the disturbance. Wyatt gazes quickly at the mob boss but sees only mild curiosity; he's so secure in his kingdom here that there's no fear showing on his face. As Wyatt's focus returns to the source of the noise, panic sets in. His heart rate and breathing increase as adrenaline rushes his system. It takes all his Delta force training to slow his response and keep the fear from showing on his face. The only visible sign of his discomfort is a slight narrowing of his eyes.
A pair of large, brown eyes framed by dark brown hair look briefly at the two men. Wyatt displays no outward signs of recognition or concern as he watches Lucy be dragged into the warehouse by one of the mob boss's thugs. She's fighting and trying to get away, but this guy is way stronger than her and she hasn't got a hope of freeing herself from his grasp. There's anger and fire shooting from her eyes as she looks up at her captor whilst continuing to struggle. Wyatt is proud of her feisty retaliation against the odds – but he's hardly surprised, having seen it before on these missions. His brain is working overtime trying to think of a way out of this as the thug shouts over
"Found her snooping around outside boss. Wha' da ya want me to do with her?"
The boss blinks slowly, before replying.
"Rough her up and see who she's working for"
Wyatt's eyes meet Lucy's briefly – noting the fear she's desperately trying to hide – as the thug ties her to a chair in the middle of the floor. Lucy is focussed on the thug now. Her eyes following his hands as he rubs them together whilst pacing in front of her. He pulls his fist back for the first punch and she closes her eyes involuntarily – flinching in anticipation of the pain to come. But the only contact she feels is a feather-light caress to her cheek. She opens her eyes to bright blue ones – her gaze locked for a moment with Wyatt's. She sighs in relief as his hand cups her cheek gently and he smiles at her, showing off his dimples. The moment is broken by a groan from the thug lying on the floor behind Wyatt. Quickly and expertly, Wyatt frees Lucy from the chair. They run from the warehouse, Lucy taking a fleeing glance at the scene behind her (the mob boss and his thug both lying knocked out on the floor) as they exit the building together.
That's it! Told you it was short! Reviews always very welcome
