A/N: Hi Clockblockers! So this is my first fanfic ever. These characters just won't leave me alone so I had to write something for them. Anyway, this is set sometime late s2, maybe like episode 8 or 9 (because I need some more Lyatt for at least an episode or two before the season ends). Spoilers through Hollywoodland. I have been avoiding the sneak peeks like the plague, so technically there are no spoilers for Salem or any time after that, at least none further than the press releases. But I think at this point, if those papers in Wyatt's hand are not divorce papers, we'd all be pretty shocked. Anyway. I'm done rambling. Please read and review, and I'm open to constructive criticism (the extent of my writing skills lie mostly in 4 years worth of collegiate lab reports as a Biology major). I got most of my inspiration for this fic from the song Lift Me Up by The Afters (great song, you should listen to it)

Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.

Wyatt, Lucy, Jiya, and Rufus were all sitting in their usual booth at their usual bar. They needed some drinks to decompress, and after the disastrous mission they just returned from, Agent Christopher approved a night out for everyone. Jessica and Flynn had some work to finish up at the bunker, so they would be coming later.

After a stressful few weeks, everyone has settled into their new roles within the team, but there was still tension between some of the members, specifically Lucy and Wyatt. Everyone noticed, but nobody said anything for fear of starting something that could cause a permanent rift in the team. They still trusted each other on missions and to watch each other's backs, but the camaraderie after debriefs was no longer there. Lucy seemed so walled off and Wyatt had a constant longing in his eyes every time he looked at her.

As it was, Rufus and Jiya had to practically drag them both out tonight.

They had just finished their first round of drinks in near silence when Rufus finally cracked.

"Wyatt, can you give me a hand getting the next round of drinks?"

After a beat, Wyatt just nodded and got up to follow him to the bar, where Rufus promptly turned to him, "Dude, you need to fix this thing between you and Lucy."

Wyatt let out a deep sigh and avoided both the accusation and Rufus' glare. "Can we just get the drinks and not talk about it?"

"No. I am sick of tiptoeing around you guys when I know for sure that this whole Jessica situation has been pretty much resolved. Does Lucy even know?"

"I've tried to tell her, but she won't really let me talk. She just makes excuses and leaves the second I bring up Jess, without even hearing me out. And you know as well as I do that forcing Lucy to do anything she doesn't want to do ends badly for everyone."

Rufus gave him a brief smirk for that, but got right back to it. Rolling his eyes, he asked, "You can't really be that dense, right?" At Wyatt's look of confusion, he elaborated. "Of course she wants to talk to you. She just doesn't want her heart to be broken again by you telling her that you and Jess have decided to make your marriage work. That's why she leaves every time you bring it up. She probably thinks that avoiding the conversation means it can't be real."

"So you think I should just make her listen to me? How?"

With a scoff, Rufus turns back to the bar. "I can't do everything for you, man. Think about it while we wait for the drinks." He signals the bartender for a second round while Wyatt considers his options.

As the boys get up from the booth, Jiya levels a look on Lucy.

"What?"

Jiya rolls her eyes. "Come on. You know what. What's going on with you and Wyatt?"

Lucy fiddles with her now empty wine glass and find a very interesting spot on the table to look at. "Nothing. We're teammates."

"Yeah? And a couple months ago you would have said you were at least friends. I know that Jessica coming back shook you up a bit, but Rufus refuses to tell me any details-" At this, Lucy's head snaps up and her brows furrow. "-so why does it seem like you no longer want to be anywhere near him before and after missions?"

"He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"About Hollywood. 1941." Lucy was shocked at the fact that Rufus kept his stumbling in on them the morning after a secret from Jiya. But she guesses there really wasn't much time between getting back and Wyatt breaking out of the bunker, so maybe Rufus just didn't want to violate her privacy after being in the front row for her emotional catastrophe.

"Lucy!" Jiya snaps her fingers, quite literally snapping Lucy out of her racing thoughts. "What did Rufus not tell me?"

Her eyes wander back to that very interesting spot on the table, "Um. Wyatt and I may have slept together?" It comes out as a question, nearly whispered, but Jiya's eyes widen almost comically. She heard it. "Rufus walked in on us the next morning." She finishes with a shrug and wishes she had more alcohol to get her through this conversation. What is taking the boys so long with those drinks?

"Ok. I'll give Rufus hell later for withholding that from me. But right now I need details. Where? How did it happen? How was it?" At this point Jiya was leaning over the table as if Lucy was really going to just gossip about it.

"Jiya, I really don't want to talk about—"

"Fine, fine." Jiya leans back into her side of the booth. "At least that explains the Grand Canyon you put between you two after Jessica returned."

"Grand Canyon?"

"Yes, Grand Canyon. The second Wyatt got back to the bunker, you pretty much stopped talking to him unless it concerned the mission or unimportant things. You stopped looking at him like you used to."

Now it was Lucy's turn to scoff, "And how exactly did I look at him?"

"I don't know how to explain it, but it was certainly warmer than any look I've seen you give anyone else in the bunker." Lucy just sighed. "You really should talk to him."

With a roll of her eyes, Lucy replied, "Why, so he can tell me he wants to make his marriage work? So he can let me down easy?" She shook her head "No. I have lost enough. I don't think I could handle it if I lost him for good too."

"If you think you'd lose him for good, then you haven't been paying much attention to the longing looks he's been throwing your way since young JFK visited." At Lucy's confused look, Jiya finished by saying "Look, they're coming back with our drinks, so this conversation is over. But please promise me you'll talk to him. And if it turns out you are right, we'll drink about it and then find you someone else because if soldier boy can't see what is right in front of him, maybe someone else will."

"Jiya—"

"Promise me." Lucy nodded her head once in resignation as the boys sat down with the drinks.

"So," Rufus starts, handing Jiya her drink, "What'd we miss?"

Wyatt glances over at Lucy and gives her a small smile while passing over her drink. Lucy mumbles a "Thanks" without meeting his eyes.

Observing the exchange, Jiya shoves Rufus out of the booth, "I'll tell you all about it while we go get some bar snacks." Lucy and Wyatt are left in an uncomfortable silence, filled only by the faint music playing in the bar.

"I love this song," Lucy smiles wistfully, remembering singing along to it in the car with Amy long before any of this time travel business. She startles, forgetting for a moment that Wyatt is there, when he stands and holds out his hand.

"Dance with me?" His eyes never leave hers and he can't hide the hope there.

"There isn't really a dance floor, Wyatt."

Ever the reckless hothead, he just shrugs and shoots her that crooked smile of his, "So we'll make it up as we go." His hand is still outstretched, not forcing her into anything, but not letting her out of it that easily. "One dance. Please?"

As if she could actually say no to those pleading blue eyes. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly, "Fine. One dance." Lucy slides out of the booth behind him and takes his hand.

With his back to the door, Wyatt pulls Lucy over to a corner where the music is more prevalent than the ambient bar discussions. He hadn't planned it, but he decides to jump on the opportunity to take Rufus' advice and really talk to Lucy. He pulls her in with one hand low on her back and the other still holding her hand. "You know, I think revealing that you like this song is the most personal detail you have shared with me in weeks." She wouldn't meet his eyes, "Come on Lucy, talk to me. This cold shoulder is killing me."

Lucy scoffs at that, "Yeah and you running off to your formerly dead wife right after we got together was a real walk in the park for me." At his lack of response, she apologizes, "I'm sorry that was a cheap shot. I understand why you did it, but it doesn't make it hurt less. And it certainly makes it difficult to trust you with anything other than the mission."

This time it was Wyatt's turn to break eye contact, "Ouch."

"I—"

"No, stop apologizing, I kind of deserved that. And you have every right to feel whatever it is you feel." He brought his eyes back to hers with more intensity than before, "But just know that I'm sorry for hurting you and breaking your trust. It was never my intention."

Lucy softened some at that, "I know that."

Rufus and Jiya were standing casually at the bar with a plate of nachos between them, not-so-subtly watching their friends finally talk. Rufus leaned over to his girlfriend "Can you read their lips at all? What are they saying?"

"I can't tell, but at least they haven't run away from each other yet." Jiya turns to face him. "Speaking of things that happen between them that I don't know about, why did you not tell me that they slept together?" That successfully pulled his attention away from Lucy and Wyatt.

"Uhhh well… I guess I just didn't want to be gossiping about them when they were clearly going through a lot?"

"Ok sure but come on! Maybe if I had known, I could have pushed Lucy to talk to him instead of wondering why she suddenly hated being in the same room as him." Jiya sighed softly and turned her attention back to the dancing couple, "Maybe they can work it out now." Not getting a response, she turned back to her boyfriend, "Rufus?"

But his eyes were fixed on the door where two new patrons just entered "Uh oh."

Wyatt let the silence linger for a moment, listening to the music, thinking how true every word was to his feelings. From the Alamo when she pulled him out of his PTSD-rattled mind to her unconditional support before and after he went to 1983, even though it clearly pained her. She may not realize it, but her love (platonic or otherwise) is his anchor to reality and the past few weeks without her there emotionally, he has felt like he was sinking. He didn't realize how integral she had become in his life until Jess came back and he didn't feel that same security with her as he did with Lucy. Just as he was getting ready to relay all of this to her, the air around him got colder and her hand removed itself from his shoulder as she backed away. "I—I should probably go." She wouldn't meet his eyes again but instead was focused on a point over the shoulder her hand had just vacated.

When he glanced backwards and saw Jessica entering the bar with Flynn, he tightened his hold on the hand he still had and pulled her even closer than before, bringing their joined hands to rest on his chest.

"Wyatt, just—"

"No. I am not letting you walk away the second Jess comes up in our conversation again."

Lucy was staring at their joined hands, "Look it's fine. I get it—"

"What exactly do you think you get?" Wyatt's voice was hard, frustrated. She was having trouble gathering her words without saying something that would hurt him. "Lucy. Hey. Look at me." His voice softened some as she finally met his eyes, "Tell me what you're thinking."

With a huff, she let the words fly, "I'm thinking that I don't want to talk about Jessica because I'm afraid of what you might say and I can't lose you too but I know that I will because how can I possibly compete with your wife that you have loved so fiercely and fought for through multiple decades when I'm just this clumsy and claustrophobic history professor whom you only met because my mother and father are part of an evil organization trying to bend history in their favor." It all came out in one breath and her face was flushed by the time she finished.

Jessica and Flynn walked through the door and spotted Rufus and Jiya by the bar. Rufus had a concerned look, and Jessica wanted to find out what that was all about. As they approached, she spotted Wyatt in the corner tugging Lucy back into his hold and having what looked to be a serious conversation. Finally reaching the bar with Rufus and Jiya, she quipped, "What Rufus? You look like you've seen a ghost. I haven't come back from the dead a second time, have I?"

"What? No. no. just worried about Lucy's reaction to you walking in." At this, they all glanced in Lucy and Wyatt's direction where Lucy seemed to be rambling.

"Seems like Wyatt is having none of her reaction. Good for him. Hopefully he finally tells her how he feels." At two confused looks and one smirk—Flynn had the journal so of course he knew what to expect tonight—Jess elaborated, "Come on Wyatt and I were over long before we signed the divorce papers. Besides he never looked at me the way he looks at her. He's changed for the better because of Lucy. I'm not blind. I just wish I hadn't caused so much trouble between them."

Rufus finally got his thoughts together after that speech, "Well I knew it was over between you guys, but I didn't think you'd take so well to him moving on so quickly."

"I mean do I like it? No, I wish we had the kind of marriage worth fighting for. But I like Lucy, and she's good for him. Besides it's not like he did move on all that quickly. In your timeline, I was dead for 5 years before they even met." She turned to the bartender and raised her hand to get his attention, "Anyway, we came here to decompress and drink, not rehash the issues with my marriage." And with that, she ordered a drink for herself and Flynn, along with another plate of nachos for good measure.

"Ex-wife."

Lucy breathed out a confused "What?"

"Jessica is my ex-wife. That is one of the things I have been trying to tell you, if only you had just let me get a word in. We signed the divorce papers after JFK's visit. That was when I realized that while I will always love her, it was my grief that put our marriage on a pedestal. We fought all the time, and she hated how long I was gone for missions. We never really communicated the way you and I do. I didn't realize how essential that was until I lost it with you. I'm sorry for doubting it. And I want you to know that you are not my second choice in this. You don't have to compete with Jess. I just needed the closure from talking to her honestly, and now we can move forward as long as you want to." He smiled a little before adding, "Nothing ahead but the open road, right?"

Lucy took a minute to process everything Wyatt had just revealed. He is choosing her over Jessica? Not in her wildest dreams could she ever imagine this happening. How do you respond to something like that? It may as well be a declaration of love. "I love you, too." Lucy's eyes widened. Oops. She can't believe she just said that out loud. Oh my god why is he smirking at her like that?

Oh.

Okay.

Yes he can smirk all he wants if he finishes it every time with a kiss like the one he is planting on her right now. It's deep and toe-curling, and she can't help but press herself further into his embrace and open her mouth to take him in more. Wyatt's hands slide as far south as possible while still maintaining some decency in public. Eventually they part for air his and pupils are blown. She can only imagine the wild look in her own eyes as he openly stares at her mouth. As she's trying to put the mush of her brain back together to form a coherent sentence, he smugly states, "So I take that as a yes."