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After Jessica's death, Wyatt had always spent Christmas by himself. So when Rufus invited him to have Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family, Wyatt was hesitant.

"Come on man! No one should spend Thanksgiving alone." Rufus states convincingly. Wyatt was about to protest when the tech's girlfriend and Lucy showed up.

"Wyatt says he's not coming to Christmas." Rufus informs them. Jiya gaped at him, but Lucy wasn't fazed.

"What's wrong with that?" she asks casually. Both Jiya and Rufus turned to her, their eyes nearly bulging.

"It's Christmas! You're supposed to spend it with your loved ones. It's in the rules." Jiya explained.

Lucy glances at Wyatt before turning her attention back to the angry duo. "I'm not spending Christmas with my family." she tells them.

This makes Wyatt perk up. He had an excuse, the only family he had was dead. Lucy had a healthy mom and a mysterious fiance. Well, scratch that. Her mother was apart of Rittenhouse, and she had broken things off with her "fiance". But still. Why would she choose to spend the holiday alone?

Lucy takes in all the questioning looks. "My mom has a conference the day before, so she'll be gone this week." she states affirmatively.

Rufus shook his head decisively. "Okay, that's it! Both of you are spending Christmas with Jiya, myself and my family." he declared. The historian was about to protest against this forced celebratory event when Jiya sharply put an end to the attempt. "No excuses for you either young lady."

At that she turned on her heels and strided gracefully towards the door. "I'll text you guys the details later, alright." It was more of a statement than a question. But then it was too late to ask as Rufus drew his attention away from his teammates and began racing after his girlfriend.

So, Wyatt and Lucy were left there standing awkwardly next to one another in silence.

Wyatt was the first to speak, although it wasn't much. "Well . . ." And Lucy followed suit. "I uh, I guess I'll see you later?" This in fact was a question.

He smoothly arranged a sly smirk across his lips and replied. "Yeah, I guess you will." His voice was steady and sure. Lucy smiled at him enthusiastically, then, turning around, she walked in the direction of the exit.

But something in Wyatt didn't want to let go just yet. "I can walk you to your car." he blurted out.

This caught Lucy's attention, so she stopped abruptly and faced him. A knowing look plastered over her mouth and sparkling eyes. "If you want me too." he added, not wanting to appear desperate.

She nodded contently at his offer and he approached her with eagerness in his steps. So the two of them walked, arms linked, out of Mason Industries into the pale light of the moon covering the parking lot.

Once there, Lucy remembered that she had taken a taxi cab that morning. She listed her head innocently and implored if Wyatt could possibly, if it wasn't too much trouble, give her a ride home. He consented happily and they continued across the asfault.

When they reached his car, which Lucy observed was a Mustang, little white flakes began to fall. They gently nipped at her bare shoulders with coldness. Wyatt hurried her inside the car like the gentleman he is and ran around to the driver's side.

After being rewarded with the sound of her seatbelt clicking, Lucy glanced over in her teammates direction. She could barely suppress a chuckle at the sight of snow dusting Wyatt's hair. She also couldn't help noticing a few flakes caught in his scruff.

He was cute, in a manly way, Lucy observed quietly. Wyatt looked at her with adoration and something else she just couldn't place. Then, he turned back to the frosted parking lot and began their drive to Lucy's apartment.

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They were now walking up the many stairs towards her apartment's front door. As she slides her key into the lock on the doorknob, Lucy feels Wyatt's intense blue gaze on her.

She turns around abruptly to find him staring blankly at her. Not really at her. More like he is staring off into space and she just happened to be in the way.

"Hey." she says bringing him out from his daze. But when his eyes meet hers, they don't seem appreciative. "You alright?" she questions concerningly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." he replies not very convincingly. There was saddened look on Wyatt's face. He seemed depressed but at the same time, a glint of longing caught in his eyes.

At first Lucy was overcome by his emotions. Seeing that look, knowing that felt . . . She stopped herself when she realized with sudden disappointment that he wasn't longing for her, he was longing for Jessica.

Wyatt had lost his loving wife almost five prior. He had expressed how he was finally ready to move on a month ago. But after Lucy found out the news about her mother and then having Emma taking the mothership . . . It was all just a little too much to actually make good on his words.

"Would you like to come in?" Lucy offered hopefully. But Wyatt refused. He just needed some time alone right now. "I'll see on Saturday, alright?" He nodded politely and walked down the staircase out the building's door.

Lucy sighed, her disappointment evaporating. She turned around and entered her lonely apartment.

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Three days later Lucy finds herself standing, scrutinizing her outfit, in front of the mirror. Jiya had helped her the day before pick out the dress and shoes she was currently wearing.

It was an elegant, maroon dress with cold shoulder sleeves that reached her wrists. The hem of the dress came just below her knees and had a slit on the side.

She silently wondered how Wyatt would react when he picked her up to go to Rufus' for Christmas. She remembered that he said he would be there around 7:00. Lucy absent mindedly glanced at her watch. It was only 6:30, so she still had time to complete her hair and makeup.

As she puts the finally touches on her cascading curls, Lucy jumps at the sound of her doorbell ringing. This is it. She thinks to herself. He's here.

She gracefully glides across the living room towards her awaited friend. Lucy twists the knob slowly and opens the door with contentment on her lips. One look at Wyatt changes contented to enamored. Although she tried, Lucy failed at hiding the desire that flickered in her eyes.

"Hey." The word flows like honey from his mouth. His stance, leaning against the threshold, and flirtatious grin added to the allure.

"Hi." she replied just a tad too enthusiastically. Wyatt was sporting a holiday themed plaid shirt; his sleeves rolled up to just before his elbow. His handsomely tanned forearms exposed. It was all she could do to fight down the urge to cling eagerly on his bulging biceps.

Wyatt was overcome with the same infatuated stupor. His hungry blue eyes raked over Lucy's body. They took in the exposed skin of her breasts that were practically bursting from her tight dress. Speaking of tight. The outfit groped every inch of her, causing Wyatt to have a tightness of his own.

He internally scolded himself at his thoughts, and quickly came back to reality.

Ever the gentleman, Wyatt helped Lucy escape her own lingering thoughts. "Shall we?" His left arm was extended out into the complex parking lot. Lucy nodded with delight. And he escorted her to his car.