A/N: Hello! So I did a poll on twitter asking of people would be interested in seeing deleted scenes from some of my fanfics.

Sometimes, the characters will derail the fic from the plot and bog it down with emotion. Or sometimes I try a plot device that doesn't work. When that happens I axe the scene but I always keep it. Occasionally the scraps show up in another fic or two. There are also times where a fic is planned with the best of intentions and you sketch it out with rough dialogue. Then when that fic never materializes you have a random bit of dialogue you'll likely never use.

All of these bits and bobs now sit in my google docs, wasting away. So I ran a poll to see if anyone would be interested in reading them. The response was an overwhelming "Yes" vote.

I am going to try and post these in chronological order of the story they came from. We'll see how it goes. Hopefully, you guys will enjoy them!

Happy reading!

Cutting Room Floor

by angellwings

All In: Chapter 11

Alternate Ending

Explanation: This was one of those times where Lucy and Wyatt were derailing the action with words and emotions and confessions when all I wanted to do was get to the kiss. It was bogging down the chapter way too much. So I stopped took this chunk out and then started again. Ultimately, the result was what you saw posted in the fic. But here is how it could have happened.

She wrung her hands in front of her and took a deep breath. "What did the medic say?"

"No big deal. Bruised ribs. Just need to take painkillers while they heal. Nothing else to report," he told her with a warm smile.

"Oh, well that's good, I guess. I mean considering we found you under a passenger car wall after two trains collided at high speeds," Lucy said with a shaky sigh.

He took one step closer to her. He wanted to reach out and take her hands but he didn't. "I'm right here, Lucy. I'm fine. It's gonna take a lot more than a trainwreck to take me out. And a lot more than Emma Whitmore too, for that matter."

She must have noticed his hand twitch and reach for her because her eyes immediately moved from his face to his hands. She looked regretful and sad. Her eyes shined with unshed tears and he wondered where her mind had gone now.

"Lucy?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry," she replied in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

He narrowed his eyes on her and spoke up in shock. "For what?"

"I'm-I'm hurting you," she told him. "Everytime you want to reach for me, you stop yourself. I seek you out to talk and then I don't. I pull you closer and then I push you away. You tell me you love me and I can't say it back. You've done everything you can and you've been so patient and I want to say the words. I do. But they get stuck in my throat and I-I'm sorry."

What? Where was this coming from? She had nothing to apologize for. Nothing.

"Yes, Lucy, it does hurt but that's not your fault," he assured her. "That's mine. I did this to myself. I made a choice that I regret and I have to deal with the consequences. And as for those three huge words, there is honestly no rush. If you can't say them right now, then I understand. The last thing I want is for you try and force it or fake it. You don't have to love me right now or even years from now as long as you let me keep trying to win you back."

She placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back into the room. She closed the door behind them and then brought the hand from his chest up to his face. Her fingers grazed the small cut over his eye and then the knot on his cheek. She took her time as she gently ran the pads of her fingers over the wounds.

"That's not fair to you, though," Lucy said as her concerned eyes roamed his face. "You almost died twice today and the thought of you dying before I was able to return this crazy ridiculously unconditional love you have for me just felt so…. It felt so wrong."

"The only thing I care about is that you know how I feel," Wyatt replied as he leaned into her touch. "If anything happens to me then that's enough. I was an idiot who left you to question that for much longer than I should have."

"Your sense of calm is super annoying," Lucy told him with a soft smile.

It was a welcome reminder of old times, before he screwed everything up. He smiled warmly at her and then turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand. He was bending his own rules but he'd allow it since she reached out for him first.

"Take all the time you need, Lucy, I'm not going anywhere."

The smile fell from her face and she scoffed. "Not by choice anyway."

"Lucy," he said as he closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. The words hurt him to hear as much as they probably hurt her to say. "You can't do that to yourself. You can't think about all the ways the job could go wrong. You've never done that and if you start now, you'll never make it through. We're the good guys. The good guys win."

"Good guys win?" Lucy asked him as she removed her hand from his face. "That's what you're going with? Even when you and I both know that's not always true?"

"One little lie to yourself isn't a completely bad idea," he told her. "I refuse to go into something telling myself I'm going to lose. If you start to believe that then you definitely won't win. So, ma'am," he said with an encouraging smile. "The good guys win. That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

The grim look she'd given him earlier gave way to a small affectionate smile. "You're too much sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled and nodded. "The feelings mutual."

Apparently, he kept saying the wrong thing because once again Lucy's face went from soft to hard in a matter of seconds. He didn't know what to say anymore to try and help her. It wasn't as if he could make her return his feelings and he wouldn't want to, but seeing her struggle with it so much was painful.

"Lucy," he finally said with a thick swallow. "What can I do? What can I do to help you?"

"What?" She asked as her gaze snapped to his.

"I don't know what to say to make any of this better. I don't know what you want or what you need. So, all I'm doing right now is standing here watching you wallow in some kind of pain I can't name and it's driving me crazy. I need something to do. Some way to help," He pleaded. "Tell me what to do."

Her wide disbelieving eyes stayed locked on his for several moments. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, it felt like an eternity, but he didn't time it so who really knew?

She bit her bottom lip, took a deep breath, and her next words nearly knocked him out. He was not prepared to hear those words leave her lips in that particular moment.

"Kiss me," she said as she exhaled. Her voice was airy and nervous, but firm. She wasn't changing her mind. She wasn't asking him in a weak moment either.

But he didn't move. He couldn't move, actually. He had been so focused on waiting for her to make the next move that he didn't think about her asking him to make a move. It threw him for a loop and he was having trouble finding his footing.

"Wyatt," she repeated as she took one more step toward him. There was barely any space between his chest and hers now. She met his eyes and repeated her request in a steadier voice. "Kiss me."

Well, he certainly didn't need to be told more than twice.

One hand found her cheek, and his thumb softly caressed her ivory skin, and the other found the small of her back. His eyes met hers with concern. He was giving her one last chance to back out in case this wasn't what she really wanted, but she showed no signs of weakness. She looked confident and eager, and he found himself smiling fondly at her instead of closing the distance between them. He wanted to take it all in. He'd been waiting for another kiss since 1941 and he wasn't going to waste his chance. He used his hand on the small of her back to pull her flush against him and then used the hand on her cheek to pull her lips toward his.