Hi! So this is not my first fanfiction, but I have the tendency to not finish what I start. I used to publish under another name, but I can't access my account anymore Because I didn't want to piss you off by starting a story and never finishing it, I started writing this after the episode of the Watergate tape and waited until now to post it. It seems like a lot of people, and even the writers of Timeless, have had similar ideas, but I still stuck with the story because I wanted to give it a try anyways. The first twenty chapters are almost finished, still need a bit a polishing. But since I don't like to binge read stories and prefer the excitement of the waiting, I'll post one chapter every two or three days. It will give me time to finish the 3 or 4 chapters left that are already planned in my head.
English isn't my first language so pardon my mistakes.
I hope you'll enjoy!
Chapter 1: Late Night Apologies
That night, when Lucy went to sleep, she couldn't erase Wyatt's expression when he had left Mason's industry from her mind. She knew she had lost whatever trust he ever had in her. And it ached. She thought they were building something the three of them together. But whatever it was had been completely destroyed by Flynn. Just like everything else ever since she had accepted that job.
She wished Wyatt would understand. She was just afraid. She was a simple history professor who had been transformed into a federal agent over the night, chasing a dangerous time-traveler terrorist. In a blink of the eye she had gotten her mom back, lost her sister, gained a fiancé and found out the loving father she knew was never her biological father. On top of that, learning that she might be the reason why Flynn was able to do everything he does. It was too much. How could she live with herself knowing she was the reason why Rufus and Wyatt were risking their lives, why her sister had disappeared, never existed?
She choked back a sob and let a single tear run down her cheek, closing her eyes and trying to erase everything from her mind. But she wasn't able to and eventually she broke out into loud sobs. Fortunately for her, her mother was away for the month due to her work. Since she wasn't sick anymore, or had never been, the great Carolynn Preston was still doing conferences all around America.
However, the ring of the doorbell around 4 o'clock shook her out of her tears. Who could that be at that time of the night?
Lucy quickly glanced at her phone, maybe thinking it could be related to Flynn once again only to find out it was out of battery and she had forgotten to charge it. Sighing, she wiped the tears from her eyes and put on a bathrobe, before slowly making her way downstairs.
As she approached the door, she recognized Wyatt's silhouette through the glass and she sighed. Great. He was probably picking her up for yet another mission. What would change that time?
She opened the door slowly, not making eye contact with Wyatt and just told him in a quick breath, "I'll go get dress and I'll be ready in 10 minutes,"
As she was about to make her way back to her room, Wyatt caught her arm, making her stop dead in her tracks.
"I'm not here because of Flynn," he said in a whisper.
Lucy finally glanced up and saw all the conflicted emotions in his eyes, "What are you here for then?" she asked already knowing the answer.
"You know what I'm here for," he said with a sigh, "We can't let things as they are or we are never going to be able to succeed in the next mission,"
Lucy sighed, fighting the tears that were once again about to fall.
"You don't say anything?" Wyatt raised his voice.
Lucy simply looked to the floor.
Wyatt ran his hands through his hair before exploding: "Look Lucy! You had no right to hide something as huge as this to us! How could you do that? How do you want us to trust you again after this? But maybe that's the thing, maybe you were working with Flynn the whole time and you are just pretending to help us while getting him all the help he needs to change history?" Wyatt said almost yelling at her.
"STOP!" Lucy cried, "Just stop Wyatt!" she added before collapsing to the floor in a fit of sobs.
Breathing heavily, Wyatt looked at Lucy and instantly felt bad. Maybe he had been too harsh. It wasn't his attention. He just wanted to understand. That's all he ever wanted; the truth from Lucy, the truth about Jessica.
Lucy was currently kneeling on the floor, crying with her hands covering her face. Wyatt slowly knelt next to her, his anger suddenly gone, replaced with the guilt of not letting Lucy a chance.
"I'm sorry," he said softly before taking Lucy's hand from her eyes and forcing her to look at him. The pain he saw in her eyes was enough to convince him that whatever had made Lucy keep the journal from him wasn't meant to hurt him.
"I'm sorry," he repeated before pulling her in a tight embrace.
They stood like that, in the middle of Lucy's hall for several minutes until Lucy's cries stopped. Finally, she was the one to break their embrace, slowly detaching herself before wiping her tears with the back of her hands.
"Do you want tea?" she asked Wyatt with a hoarse voice.
"Yes please," he answered simply before standing up and helping Lucy to her feet. He followed her to the kitchen where she went to boil water and got out two mugs from the cupboards.
They stayed in silence until the tea was ready and then went into the living room. They sat next to each other on the sofa. The sun was starting to raise and the room was lightly illuminated by pale rays of sunshine.
"I wanted to tell you," started Lucy looking down at her tea, slowly twirling her spoon in it.
"Why didn't you?" Wyatt asked simply, much calmer than before.
"Because I was terrified," Lucy added choking back a sob.
Wyatt rested his tea on the console before taking Lucy's left hand in his, which encouraged her to continue.
"I don't want to believe that I will really write that journal because I couldn't live with myself! How am I supposed to believe that I'm going to write the journal that makes my sister disappear? That gives me an unknown fiancé? That puts you and Rufus in danger over and over again?" Lucy said finally letting all her emotions out.
"Oh Lucy," sighed Wyatt. He should have known better. It was hard for her. He had been trained to be a soldier. To put his emotions aside. To do the job. And he was still struggling at times.
She was a historian. A passionate one who put all her heart in everything she did. A woman who wasn't used to the kind of life she had recently been thrown into, losing everything she ever knew in the process. He knew she was struggling since he saw her shaking in that room in Germany. He thought stupidly that it was just the nerves from their mission and her memories of drowning, but apparently it was so much more.
"I'm sorry Wyatt. I swear that the last thing I wanted was to hurt you,"
"It's okay," he replied, suddenly forgetting everything Lucy had written, or in fact would write, about his wife. Maybe it was a different Lucy after all who had written that journal. One she would never be because of the time shifts and the new events that were happening every day. Or maybe Flynn had just said that to hurt him and to make the team fail. After all, what is more effective to stop a team than ruining their trust in each other?
"It's okay," he repeated before pulling her in an embrace once more. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before Wyatt's phone rang, both taking them out of their thoughts.
"Sorry," said Wyatt before looking at the caller ID. "It's agent Christopher," he stated before answering the call. Lucy stayed close next to him, knowing that it was probably because of Flynn that they were being called.
"Lucy and I will be there in 20 minutes," said Wyatt before ending the call.
Lucy looked at him expectantly; "Flynn took out the mothership, they don't know yet where he is headed, but they should know by the time we arrive there," he said.
"Okay, I'll go get changed and I'll join you shortly," said Lucy.
"Come on Lucy, I'll give you a ride," said Wyatt with a half-smile.
"Oh, I don't want to make you wait, really, "answered Lucy.
"I don't mind, I'll wait for you here," he added sitting on the sofa to clearly make his point.
"Okay, thank you," said Lucy before heading upstairs to get ready for yet another mission.