AN: Hi guys! I was really inspired by that fic The Story of Lucy and Wyatt and I wanted to do my own version kinda. I hope you guys like it!
Lucy had just finished drying the last dish in the sink when a series of sharp knocks interrupted the silence. She looked at the clock above the stove and frowned. It was well after 10 pm. What could be so important that someone is pounding on the door this late at night? She wrapped her sweater around her body and made her way to the incisive pounding. Swinging the door open she was met with a man wearing an FBI windbreaker, a black SUV with flashing lights parked in front of the house.
"…Agent Kondo Homeland Security." Admittedly Lucy zoned out for the first part of his sentence but that quickly got her attention. "You need to come with me." The urgency in his voice frightened her, what does Homeland Security need with me?
"What did she do?" the door opened wider and she felt a presence behind her, a strong hand landing on the small of her back and she relaxed a little.
"Mr. and Mrs. Logan there is no time to explain but I need you both to come with me please." The agent pleaded all but pulling them out of the house himself. Lucy looked to Wyatt and saw him shrug before grabbing her bag off the table and ushering her out the front door, pulling it closed behind them. The three shuffled down the brick walkway out towards the street. Wyatt helped Lucy into the nondescript black SUV and then slide in beside her. She anxiously twisted her wedding ring around her finger. Wyatt's large hand engulfed her own, stopping its movement, he laced their fingers together and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You're alright, nothing bad is going to happen. I won't let it." His calm voice offered some comfort but Lucy's brain still flashed through all the worst case scenarios.
They pulled up 15 minutes later to what appeared to be a gigantic warehouse, flashing police cars littered the parking lot. The door to the car opened and Lucy squinted when she was bombarded by the bright lights. Wyatt's hand was still in hers as they were led wordlessly into the building. Lucy didn't know why they were here but she had the sickening feeling that something was very wrong. Agent Kondo led them to a waiting area and closed the door before Lucy or Wyatt could protest. Looking around Lucy nervously sat down in one of the arm chairs against the wall, Wyatt took the one next to her propping his feet up on the coffee table and letting his chin fall to his chest. Lucy felt bad, he just got home from an assignment two days ago and was trying to get his sleep schedule back on track and this little trip to where ever they were wasn't helping. Glancing to her right she noticed a sign, Mason Industries.
"Oh wow it's Connor Mason's company!" Lucy whispered, "why do you think we're here?"
"No idea ma'am." Wyatt replied softly head still bowed and arms crossed.
"What did I tell you about calling me ma'am?" Lucy scolded playfully. Wyatt slowly opened his eyes and smirked at her, god that shade of blue should be illegal.
"That you love it." A bit of his Texas drawl slipped into his smooth whisper. Before Lucy could respond the door to the room burst open and a middle-aged woman in a blazar strode in.
"Lucy Logan? Agent Denise Christopher, Homeland Security." The woman introduced herself, Lucy stood up to shake her hand. "You've got a hell of a reputation. History, anthropology, you're world class!" she seemed impressed.
"I'm just a teacher my mother is world-class." Lucy corrected humbly.
"Aw come on Luce don't sell yourself short." Wyatt's hand landed on her back, a light grin playing at the corner of his lips.
"I've read all of her books, I'm sorry to hear she's sick. And Master Sergeant Wyatt Logan, Delta Force?" Agent Christopher turned her attention to Wyatt.
"Yes ma'am." He responded instantly.
"Boy speaking of reputations. You're a real power couple aren't you. Well we are on the clock so follow me but hold on to your asses." She left as quickly as she came, leaving Lucy and Wyatt to run after her.
"Um…ma'am?" Lucy asked softly, "why are we here?"
"You'll know soon enough." Agent Christopher called over her shoulder. Lucy shot Wyatt a worried glance who gave her hand a squeeze in response. She led them to a room with glass windows covering three of the four sides, a panel right in the middle was shattered and poorly sealed off with yellow caution tape. Lucy nervously glanced down at the level below, the employees scrambling everywhere. The scene looked like a bee hive, she watched one employee bounce from computer to computer, everyone looked beyond stressed. An empty platform sat in the middle of the room. Strange that there would be such an open space with nothing there…
They then learned that time travel was real. Lucy sunk down onto the chair next to Wyatt. Time travel is… real. She put her head in her hands to try and control her breathing.
"You okay baby doll?" Wyatt whispered just loud enough for her to hear, running a hand over her hair and giving her shoulder a kiss. She looked up to his face, concern clouded his intense gaze. Lucy gave him a small nod then turned to the other two people in the room.
"What does this have to do with us?" she said regaining her composure.
"We call this one the lifeboat." Connor Mason explained. Lucy and Wyatt watched in awe as a giant metal ball was lowered out of nowhere. "We keep her operational in case the crew of the mothership ever needed a rescue." Lucy wasn't paying attention to what they were saying she just continued to stare at the time machine, an actual time machine. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Wyatt's boyish grin and it made her heart skip a beat.
Walking around Lucy noticed a computer that appeared to have information about the mothership. A date flashed across the bottom "3:30 pm May 6th, 1937…" she read aloud do herself. Agent Christopher then showed her a piece of paper they found on one of the shooters, an address in Manchester, New Jersey. "That's the Hindenburg! About four hours before it crashed. You're telling me this guy actually went back in time for real to the Hindenburg?" Lucy stated in disbelief. There was a ringing in her ears when Connor Mason explained that if Flynn kills people in '37 then their reality, and history, could change on the dime and they wouldn't even know it. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was about to pass out but Wyatt's touch helped bring her back to reality, just in time to hear Agent Christopher say they were going in that thing.
"You're insane! I mean even if I believed you, which I don't, I'm not getting in that thing." Lucy stormed out of Mason Industries, back into the brisk night air.
"We need a historian, a good one who knows the customs, can travel incognito, help us keep a low profile." Agent Christopher pleaded chasing after her. Lucy didn't look back as she continued towards the car that dropped them off here, or at least it looks like the same one. All those strobes were blinding.
"Great I'll email you some names." She huffed pulling open the door.
"Lucy wait!" She was halfway in the car when Wyatt's voice pulled her back. He scooted around Agent Christopher to stand in front of her.
"Wyatt no this is insane! I'm not you I can't hunt down some- some terrorist!" Lucy exasperated with a frantic shake of her head. Her heavy breathing became short panicked bursts. Wyatt's arms wrapped around her and she folded into his chest
"You don't need to that's why I'm here. We need your big beautiful brain to tell me what to do, come one you live for that!" Wyatt teased causing Lucy to giggle, he gave her hip a playful squeeze. "I think someone who loves history as much as you do would want to save it." She pulled away to protest but Wyatt kept talking, "Come on Luce it'll be an adventure and I'll be with you the whole time. What do I always say? It's just you and me…" his damn smirk made it almost impossible to deny him anything, especially when he brought back the phrase they've been using since they met.
"We make it up as we go." Lucy finished for him with a smile.
"Like we always do." With two fingers under her chin Wyatt brought her in for a gentle kiss. "Come on, I don't know about you but I'm curious to see what the 30's look like." Wyatt laughed throwing an arm around her shoulder as they walked back into the building.
"Aw has all my history talk finally rubbed off on you." Lucy teased poking Wyatt in the side. Wyatt leaned in really close to her ear, his warm breath made her shudder.
"Oh you've definitely rubbed off on me."
"Wyatt!" she squeaked blushing profusely, she quickly looked behind her to make sure Agent Christopher was far enough away to not hear his comment. Thankfully she was.
"This is all wrong! This skirt is from the 40s. And this blouse? They didn't have this kind of fabric back then or underwire bras." Lucy protested fidgeting with the costume she was given. This was insane! She was actually going to travel back to 1937, what if someone caught them. What if someone found out where they really came from?
"No one's gonna see your bra." Wyatt snorted. He held out his hand with a wink and helped her the rest of the way down the stairs.
"It's the best we can do on short notice, take this please." Agent Christopher mumbled shoving a paper into her hand.
"I have to call my sister really quick!" she pleaded taking her phone out of the purse she was given, which was then quickly snatched away.
"You can do it when you get back." Agent Christopher promised, "here's the address for the tavern."
"And some money." Agent Kondo dropped some coins in her hand.
"Let's go you two," Agent Christopher practically shoved Lucy and Wyatt down the walkway to the lifeboat. "Don't be noticed. Don't change anything. Understand?" she warned. Lucy's footsteps faltered and Wyatt looked back worryingly over his shoulder. They stopped for a moment when they reached the entrance.
"You ready for this?" Wyatt ask with a small dimpled smirk. His tone was meant to cheer her up but she still saw the concern and possibly fear in his eyes.
"As I'll ever be." She swallowed taking in the metal ball in front of them. With two hands on her hips Wyatt gracefully lifted her onto the ledge, with much more tact than she would have been able to accomplish by herself. The inside of the machine was much smaller than she imagined. Three chairs cramped close together, two facing each other and the remaining one turned towards a control panel. The third seat was occupied by a man pressing buttons, which to Lucy, seemed at random but probably made sense to him.
"Breathe." Wyatt whispered from behind her as they shuffled into the two chairs. They both stood in front of their chairs at the same time and almost collided heads, not realizing how close the seats actually were. Wyatt gave her forehead a kiss before they both plopped down in their seats.
"Lucy." She introduced herself to the man.
"Wyatt." He followed her lead.
"Rufus." He called back over his shoulder. "I'm the pilot, kind of." He said with a bang to the control panel.
"Kind of?" Lucy asked in a panic looking back to Wyatt who patted her knee. Wyatt seemed to be a natural expert at the harness because he had his buckled in no time at all. Lucy just looked at the straps in her hand confused. Wyatt wordlessly reached over and buckled them for her. "Are all these seatbelts really necessary?" she asked Rufus.
"Ohhh yeah," he chuckled, "you'll see."
"Thank you." Lucy smiled when Wyatt clicked the last strap into place.
"It's no problem ma'am." He smirked back. Lucy tried to glare at him but couldn't hold back her smile for more than a few seconds. She laughed softly, shaking her head at his wink. Rufus pressed one final button and the whole machine started to shake violently. She gripped her harness tight and closed her eyes, having no idea what to expect it to feel like traveling through time. After about 30 seconds the shaking stopped with a sharp jolt. Panting she looked to Wyatt who looked a bit green.
"Are you okay?" she asked him.
"Totally good." He replied with an unconvincing tone and nod of his head. Rufus opened the hatch and to her surprise they were not still at Mason Industries, no the smell of wet grass wafted into the lifeboat. Undoing her straps Lucy peaked her head out of the hatch, feeling the sunshine on her face. She tried to carefully step out but ended up sliding down the metal rings. She looked around in awe at the trees surrounding them. Rufus came tumbling out after her, followed by Wyatt who stood bent in half. He groaned spitting on the ground.
"Are we here?" he asked.
"I think so." Rufus answered.
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure." Lucy breathed, looking up to the sky where the Hindenburg passed overhead. All three looked up in amazement. "Wow!"
"We should probably get going." Wyatt grabbed her elbow. They walked through the field until eventually they found a road. Wyatt brought up a good point about using the time machine to just stop Flynn five minutes before he even gets to Mason Industries but Rufus warned them about the dangers about going back to any time where you already exist. All these time travel rules were messing with her head. Not too long later a bus approached them from behind. The three got on and paid the small fair, she gave Rufus a small frown when the bus driver ordered him to the back. We're definitely in the 30s alright. Wyatt and Lucy found two seats together a few rows from the front. Lucy sat silently looking out the window in awe, it was watching a movie except it was real life, she was actually in the past.
"It's incredible huh." Wyatt whispered in her ear.
"We're actually in 1937. We woke up in our bed this morning in, 2016" she whispered the year, "and now we're about to see the Hindenburg. Incredible doesn't even begin to describe what this is."
"I just wish I could Instagram it." Wyatt joked, Lucy playfully swatted him on the leg before turning to look back out the window. She watched the cars go by and surveyed all the buildings as the bus brought them into town. Exiting the bus Lucy still couldn't believe her surroundings, the old cars, the fashion. It was like being inside of a textbook.
"So the back of the bus was amazing." Rufus quipped with his hands in his pockets. Lucy kept looking around and didn't notice Wyatt and Rufus started to leave without her.
"Wow mom I wish you could see this." Lucy said quietly to herself. Wyatt appeared once again at her elbow.
"Come on Professor we gotta move, tell us what we're getting into." He teased.
"Right, right sorry." She shook off her wonder and snapped into focus. Lucy gave them an exact play by play on what would happen to the Hindenburg today as they walked down the crowded sidewalk of Manchester, New Jersey looking for the tavern Agent Christopher mentioned. They stopped at a news stand and Lucy bought a paper. Skimming the title they theorized on why Flynn would want to mess with the Hindenburg.
"Maybe he wants to kill all 97 people on board instead of just the 36? Make a bad thing worse?" She shrugged, not really having any idea on why Flynn was here. "Whatever it is, we find him first, fast as we can."
"And if we do find him?" Rufus asked her.
"Leave that to me." Wyatt said coolly. Lucy bit her lip, she wasn't stupid she knew Wyatt's job included killing people. But she never thought they'd ever be in a situation where their worlds overlapped. Eventually they found the tavern. A dark, dingy room down a flight of stairs. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and Lucy coughed a bit when they entered. A couple was shamelessly making out in the corner but other than them it seemed the entire bar was sending daggers their way. Lucy sheepishly suggested that Rufus wait outside. She felt guilty at his mumbled 'so glad I came'. Lucy saw Wyatt trying to converse with an agitated bartender and quickly ran up to correct whatever he was saying.
"How do you do sir!" Lucy greeted in a cheerful tone, "um we were just wondering if you've seen this man?" she slid him a picture of Flynn that Mason pulled off the security footage.
"Why's he wearing pajamas?" the man asked, not answering their original question.
"Just have you seen him?" Lucy prompted.
"No I don't think so?" the bartender replied.
"Look again. It's important." Wyatt said rather shortly.
"Hey, what are you, deaf? I said I haven't seen him." The bartender exasperated walking away from them. Wyatt turned and leaned against the bar.
"Yep. Jersey's Jersey." He muttered with a smirk. Lucy scanned the heads of all the people in the room looking for Flynn, then her eyes landed on a blonde standing along the wall. There's no way!
"That's Kate Drummond!" she said excitedly tapping on Wyatt's arm. "oh, right, of course she'd be here." She whispered somberly to herself.
"Who's she?" Wyatt asked barely glancing over his shoulder.
"She has a column in the Hearst papers. She covered the wars in Manchuria and Ethiopia." Wyatt finally turned around to look at her.
"Why don't you go introduce yourself." He suggested.
"What? Oh, no I couldn't. What would I even say? Agent Christopher told us not to talk to anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. What if talking to Kate prevents her from talking to someone else and then that creates a ripple effect and- hey where are you going!" Wyatt started walking away in the middle of her rambling.
"If you don't want to talk to her I'll do it for you." He shrugged navigating his way through the crowd.
"Wyatt!" she hissed. She watched as Wyatt struck up a conversation with the journalist and she worked up the courage to go join him.
"Miss Drummond." Lucy finally made her way into the conversation. "Um it is so nice to meet you." Lucy enthusiastically shook her hand while she gushed over a woman she had only read about. "You are a hell of a writer." Wyatt chuckled softly at her antics.
"This is my wife, Lucy." He introduced wrapping an arm around her waist. Lucy mentally face-palmed, how did she forget to say her name.
"That's kind of you Lucy." Kate said politely. After talking with her a bit they learned that Kate was there to cover the arrival of the Hindenburg, then she was to ride it back for the coronation. Lucy gave Wyatt a pointed look and a discrete elbow to the side when he inadvertently told Kate about the Hindenburg's fate. They asked Kate about Flynn, showing her the picture. Just like the bartender her first question was about his 'pajamas'. She informed them that he was in fact at the Tavern earlier and he would be working as ground crew to help bring down the Hindenburg. She had no idea how true that statement was. Graciously thanking her for her information Lucy and Wyatt quickly shuffled out of the bar.
"We need to get to the airfield now!" she whispered harshly as they took the stairs two at a time. They were able to catch a bus to the field fairly quickly, Rufus unfortunately meeting the same fate as the first bus. Once arriving Lucy frantically scanned the crowd for Flynn, or for anyone who could help them. She spotted Commander Rosendahl and ushered the boys to follow her. Posing as Nurse Jackie and Dr. Dre from General Hospital she conveyed the urgent need to find an escaped patient with the Spanish flu. Despite her shaky voice her acting was apparently good enough for the commander who sent men out looking for Flynn. Wyatt and Rufus raised an eyebrow at the covers she gave.
"What it's the only thing I could think of!" she defended with a laugh. "Besides he'll be long gone before he even learns who Nurse Jackie and Dr. Dre are." She shrugged. Wyatt just chuckled shaking his head at her. The three split off individually looking for Flynn. Lucy watched nervously as the ship got closer to the ground. She then spotted Flynn's tall frame towering over the rest of the ground crew. She then began searching the crowd for Wyatt. She saw him charging into the crowd, right under the ship and her heart stopped. She knew his job involved dangerous stuff but she didn't want to whiteness her husband in physical danger first hand. He wasn't running towards Flynn, he was running towards Kate. Torn between going after Wyatt and trailing Flynn she chose the latter; Wyatt was smart enough to get out before the crash. She made sure Rufus and Wyatt knew exactly what time to leave, down to the second. Flynn slipped through the crown undetected and Lucy tried following him, almost running into the wing of an aircraft. He ducted into the hanger and as Lucy tried to enter she was grabbed by her jacket and shoved against the door. Her screams for Wyatt were muffled by her attacker's clammy hand over her mouth.
"Are you following us?" the man asked and Lucy frantically shook her head no. "Flynn wants to talk to you." What? How does Flynn even know who I am, or that we followed him here? Why does he want to talk to me? Before the man could elaborate further he was forcefully shoved off her. Lucy feared it was another guy working for Flynn but to her surprise, and delight, it was Wyatt. The two fought for a minute before Wyatt pulled out a gun and shot him point blank, Lucy screamed covering her face. The man laid motionless on the ground, breathing heavy Lucy ran to the opening of the hanger and saw the Hindenburg in one piece instead of in a crumpled flaming heap. Her breathing got even shallower.
"You okay Luce?" Wyatt asked.
"Flynn just saved the Hindenburg. So no, I am definitely not okay." Her voice shook with panic. Lucy continued to stare at the ill-fated ship, just sitting there taunting her. Wyatt was bent over checking the pockets of Flynn's hitman. He asked about how Flynn saved the Hindenburg. Quite frankly Lucy was more concerned with why he saved it than how. Rufus then mentioned how he saw that the crew didn't let the mooring ropes touch the ground, they never get soaked, the ship never grounds, no spark, no boom. Lucy could barely hear what Rufus was saying her head was still spinning. 36 people lived when they should have died, this was going to change their present in ways she had no way of predicting. Wyatt found what looked like a walkie-talkie in the man's pocket and Rufus grabbed it trying to see if he could trace the signal to the other one. Lucy nodded and walked back over to the opening of the hanger, Wyatt followed wrapping an arm around her waist. Lucy leaned half against his chest and they stood in silence for a moment or two.
"You shouldn't have brought that gun." She said with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh, the one I saved your ass with ma'am?" He smirked giving his hand low on her hip a playful squeeze.
"Wyatt I'm serious! We are surrounded by Nazis. What if one of them takes your future gun to Berlin?" she tried to explain to him.
"Sometimes things get messy." He said with a shrug.
"Well it's my job to make sure there is no mess!" she exasperated, frustrated that he can't see the big deal.
"There's always a mess." He said ominously and Lucy exhaled sharply. "Kate Drummond and Commander Rosendahl, that's your job. This," he said gesturing around them, "is my job. That's the deal. I know this is insane, never in a million years did I think I'd be put on an assignment that involved you to but that's what we've been dealt so we just gotta make it up as we go." He said with a small smile, Lucy smiled back turning to stand in front of him. They slowly started to lean in when Rufus' voice broke them apart. He was talking very fast and Lucy only caught about every other word, it wasn't until Wyatt got him to calm down that he explained that it wasn't a walkie-talkie, it was now a detonator. Lucy's stomach dropped, grabbing her newspaper she listed off all the people who would be on the returning trip to Europe. If Flynn was going to blow it up on the way out the damage it would cause to the timeline would be catastrophic. Then they were surrounded by the police.
"Please call the airfield and tell them that the Hindenburg is in danger!" Lucy pleaded after the officer who shut the door on their cell and walked away. "Please!"
"Piece of crap old lock." Wyatt observed.
"Can you open it?" Lucy asked.
"Oh yeah, easy with a hair pin which I'm guessing you don't have." Lucy ran her fingers through her messy waves and shook her head. Wyatt sighed. Lucy moved to the bed that sat in the corner of the cell and sat down, removing her jacket. Even though it was nighttime it was still May in New Jersey and without central air the jail was humid and suffocating. Wyatt shook the jail door out of frustration. He leaned against the bars while Lucy laid defeated on the bed.
"How soon 'till the Hindenburg leaves?" he exhaled.
"Just before dawn, so pretty soon." Lucy informed.
"Great, so we just rot in here while all those people die." He huffed.
"You mean while Kate dies." She jabbed. She really didn't want to get into an argument with him in front of Rufus, and she wasn't a jealous person. Even if she was she had no reason to be jealous of someone who would be long dead by the time they got home but she could help but make the remark. He shook his head. "Okay. So, what is it about her?" Wyatt slapped his hands to his sides and went to take the bench next to the bed "Hmm?"
"Nothing." He shrugged.
"You better not be one of those soldier who ignores his orders to chase a pretty face because so help me Wyatt-"
"Kate reminds me of Penny." He cut her off and Lucy immediately felt guilty. Of course she did.
"Oh Wyatt…" she breathed.
"Um, I'm sorry who's Penny." Rufus asked tentatively, for a minute Lucy forgot he was even there.
"She was- is my twin sister." Wyatt corrected himself. "They even look alike, little bit." His voice was thick as he stared straight ahead. "Penny died." Wyatt somberly filled in for Rufus with a hard swallow. "It was my fault."
"Wyatt no it wasn't-" Lucy tried to stop him from going down that spiral again.
"No Lucy it was." His eyes glossed over, "if I could just change that one…" he trailed off. "So when I saw Kate I couldn't just let her..." he scoffed lightly getting up to pace the cell again.
"I'm sorry man." Rufus offered.
"Thanks." Wyatt gave a weak smile.
"How long do you think we'll be stuck here?" Lucy asked trying to change the subject as she came to stand next to Wyatt.
"Who knows." He said very monotone. Lucy rest her head against his shoulder and rubbed his arm, it was always hard for him whenever someone brought up Penny. She and Wyatt were best friends. Even through all the crap life handed them in the form of their mother passing when they were very young and their father's abuse they always had each other. Penny pulled Wyatt out of a lot of dangerous situations, she quite literally owed her husband's life to Penelope Logan. The day she died was a hard day for everyone. Just then an officer came and sat back down at the desk.
"Um excuse me sir?" Lucy asked politely in a small voice.
"What?" the officer gruffed not bother to look up.
"When do you think we will be out of here?" Lucy started getting annoyed at his rudeness, and judging by the time on her watch they were cutting it pretty close.
"With what you three did, not for a long while." When he finally made eye contact he had an unsettling smile on his face. Lucy dropped her head with a sigh. Wyatt patted her back and continued to pace the cell, finally giving up and leaning against the bars connecting their cell with Rufus'. "What the hell kind of a gun is this?" the officer asked after a moment or two of silence. He carefully examined the gun they confiscated from Wyatt. All Lucy could do was look over her shoulder and give Wyatt her 'I told you so look'. He just rolled his eyes but continued to stare at her. Lucy then realized his gaze was about a foot lower than her eyes. Seriously? We're sitting in a jail cell in 1937 for god knows how long and he's staring at my chest.
"Really Wyatt?" she scoffed turning her back towards him. She then felt his presence behind her, hands low on her hips and his warm breath in her ear. She involuntarily shuddered.
"I know how to get out." He whispered.
"How?" she didn't dare turn around, the last thing she needed was to start making out with him in front of Rufus and the police officer. He then walked over to the other wall to get Rufus' attention. Prompting him to make a distraction. Rufus asked for a glass of water which didn't even earn him a second glance, so much for that. Wyatt waved his hands to get him to keep going, Rufus then began to tell the racist cop off, telling him about all the things black guys named Michael were going to do in the future and Lucy had to bite her tongue to stop from joining Rufus in telling the cop where to shove it. The cop had a sick smile on his face when he left the room.
"Okay so um where is he going?" Rufus asked nervously.
"Take of your bra." Wyatt whipped around to her the second the door closed.
"Oh my god you're unbelievable." Lucy exasperated.
"Your modern bra." He clarified with a raised eyebrow.
"The underwire!" Lucy realized. "Babe you're a genius." She stole a quick peck on the lips and turned around to take off her shirt. Looking back to make sure the cop didn't come back she caught Wyatt staring unapologetically at her. His dimple was making her lose focus on why she was actually taking off her bra. Quickly tossing it to him he ripped it open with his teeth. Lucy had a sharp intake of breath, that definitely wasn't helping either. He gave her a wink as he threw the bra back. Two officers burst back into the room, carrying batons and headed for Rufus' cell. Wyatt fiddled with the wire in the lock while Lucy pleaded for him to hurry, not wanting to witness what would happen when they opened Rufus' door. With a click both cells opened at the same time, Wyatt rushed out and was able to grab the officer's baton and whacked him with it, stunning the first officer long enough for Rufus to do the same. Lucy hastily buttoned up her blouse, not all of the buttons found the right hole but she didn't care and they ran as fast as they could out of the police station.
The Hindenburg was still waiting patiently in the grass and they ran aboard in search of Flynn. Wandering aimlessly around the ship they found Kate Drummond who rightfully began screaming when she saw Wyatt. They explained to her as best they could what they were doing and she mentioned that she had seen Flynn leave the kitchen earlier in a hurry. The three followed Kate down the hall to the kitchen. Pushing the door open Wyatt suggested they split up to search for anything that could remotely look like a bomb. They all but tore apart the kitchen looking for it.
"Hey!" Wyatt called crouched in front of a metal table. He slowly pulled what looked like a homemade cell phone bomb out from under it. The clock read 5 minutes left, Lucy gulped.
"What the hell is that?" Kate asked looking over his shoulder confused.
"We got to get this off the ship now!" Wyatt looked nervously to Lucy.
"Uh…about that." Rufus called from the window. Lucy ran over and saw the ground getting alarmingly farther away.
"No, no, no, no, no." Lucy whispered to herself, hand coming up to clutch the locket Wyatt gave her for their first Christmas together. Wyatt was staring intently at the bomb on the table, Lucy could see the thin layer of sweat on his brow. "Wyatt?" they'd been married so long just saying his name was enough to convey her question.
"Just- let me think." His voice shook a bit on his reply. Lucy came to stand by his side but tried not to hover over his shoulder too much. He hated her hovering when he was just putting together their coffee table, he probably would like it a whole lot less now.
"You've defused a bomb before, right?" she asked hopefully. That's got to be one of the things they teach in Delta Force.
"I've seen it done. Had some training in Afghanistan." He tried to reassure but he still sounded a bit out of breath.
"Since when were we fighting Afghanistan?" Kate asked confused. Lucy winced when she looked over to her, completely forgetting she was here.
"Luce, I need you to ground the ship and get the people off." He pleaded looking her dead in the eyes.
"How do we do that?" Rufus asked rather unconvinced of their ability to complete the task. Lucy grabbed a long knife off the counter.
"We make it up as we go." She answered Rufus but never took her eyes off Wyatt.
"Like always." Wyatt kissed her forehead while Rufus searched around for his own weapon. Finding it he grabbed Lucy's arm and gently pulled her with him down the hall.
They dodged other guests, trying to hide their knives to avoid creating suspicion. But a black man and a woman walking together in 1937 already turned almost every head.
"Do you think Wyatt is gonna pull it off?" Rufus asked skeptically as they rounded the corner to a deserted hallway.
"Absolutely I do." Lucy said without missing a beat. Even though she was scared out of her mind she trusted Wyatt with her life and had no doubt he would get them out of this, one way or another.
"You really have a lot of faith in him." He observed simply.
"Well of course…" she said a little confused, why would I have any reason to doubt he isn't good at what he does. They both stopped short when they reached the door marked 'cockpit'. Lucy took a few deep breaths before turning to Rufus who was awkwardly adjusting his knife in his hand.
"I'm just an engineer." He said quietly.
"And I'm just a teacher… Wyatt's the soldier." She mumbled to herself, "but he needs us." She said more surely. She saw Rufus swallow as he nodded. "You ready?" she asked in a voice that completely contradicted her words.
"No but let's go." He shook his head. They burst through the door, thanking their lucky stars that it was unlocked, and pretended to be the Anarchist Black Cross.
"We have a bomb on this ship! You're going to land now and await further demands." Lucy tried to keep her voice even and steady while her hand shook uncontrollably, which she tried to mask by waving the knife around.
"Do it or I'll cut his throat you Nazi's!" Rufus threatened holding a knife to one of the pilot's neck. No one moved, the men stood staring at each other.
"Now!" Lucy yelled jabbing her knife towards the closest one, she felt sick. Even if they were Nazi's she couldn't stand the thought of actually stabbing someone and from the look on Rufus' face she could tell he couldn't either. She silently prayed they landed the ship so Rufus didn't have to follow through on his threat. Thankfully the men scattered and began pushing buttons to lower the ship. Sirens wailed and Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. Just as they were about to exit the whole ship shook with a loud boom, almost knocking them off their feet. Fire surrounded the windows and the ship came crashing to the ground. No, no, no, no.
"Wyatt!" she called in a panic as her breathing started to shallow out.
"Go, go! We gotta go!" Rufus yelled, they both dropped their knives and ran out of the room. Rufus picked up a small table in the hallway and used it to break a window. Lucy had silent tears streaming down her face, praying that somehow Wyatt would make it out alive. They climbed out the window and dropped about five or six feet to the ground. As soon as they hit the ground they started running away from the ship. After about 30 feet Lucy turned around and saw the flaming wreckage of the crash. She almost dropped to her knees.
"Wyatt!" she gave a blood curtailing screamed but it was drowned out in the rest of the screams from the other passengers. "Wyatt!" she tried to run back towards the fire but Rufus stopped her. "No! no! Wyatt!"
"Lucy! Hey, hey. He'll find us but right now we have to go or we're going to die too!" he tried to reason with her but Lucy still fought against him to try and get to Wyatt. Rufus had to all but throw her over his shoulder to get her to safety. "Wait! Go get that little girl!" Lucy called when Rufus finally put her down. There was a girl, no more than seven or eight, standing alone shaking. Her skirt torn, her previously white shirt was covered in dirt or ash. Rufus ran to bring her someplace safer and Lucy continued to scan the crowd for Wyatt. Her heart dropped when she didn't see him anywhere. When she turned around she came face to face with Garcia Flynn pointing a gun at her and she gasped taking a few steps back.
"It's time we talked." He said all to calmly for the setting they were currently in, he took a few steps towards her, gun still aimed right at her chest. "You need to understand who and what you're dealing with." He said in a threatening tone.
"I understand that you're a psychopath trying to burn everything to the ground." Her voice shook and she tried to hold her ground with the man that could at any moment decide to pull the trigger and end her life.
"Well, that depends on your point of view, Lucy." Her breath caught when he said her name.
"How do you know my name." she asked in a panic.
"I know everything about you. Your father's dead. So is Wyatt's sister," her heart stopped when he mentioned Wyatt and Penny, "You think you're meant to follow in your mother's footsteps, but you don't really want to. You wanna know how I know?" Lucy's head was spinning at all the personal, intimate facts this man, this terrorist, seemed to know about her. He then pulled out a worn black leather journal. The light from the fire caught the shiny gold engraving on the bottom right corner, 'LL'. He opened it up to a page, and Lucy stared at very familiar handwriting.
"That- that's my handwriting, but I didn't write that." She shook her head, tears starting to prick in her eyes, whether from fear or the smoke she couldn't be sure.
"Not yet but you will." Flynn informed. Lucy gave a strangled cry of disbelief. "I know what you're really meant to be, Lucy, and it isn't a teacher."
"Why would I believe anything from someone who killed their own family?" she spat. Flynn closed his eyes and hung his head in shame.
"Just ask them why they really chose you for this mission." He implored, "And ask them what Rittenhouse is."
"Rittenhouse?" she asked with a shake of her head. Just then Flynn looked over her shoulder in alarm and before she could even turn around Flynn wrapped an arm around her neck and used her as a shield. She yelped and he tightened his arm. Wyatt was standing in front of them pointing a gun at Flynn who was pointing his right back at Wyatt. Lucy was torn between relief of seeing he was alive and crippling fear of seeing a gun pointed at him.
"I know for a fact that you're not going to shoot at your wife Mr. Logan." Flynn sneered, clearly trying to get arise out of Wyatt.
"Wyatt." She whispered. She knew he was an excellent shot but she prayed that he wouldn't shoot. The pained conflicted look on his face hit her right in the gut, she knew if it was anybody else he would have taken the shot no questions asked. This must have been Flynn's plan. The journal must mention Wyatt and I were married and he knew Wyatt wouldn't risk my life like that. His jaw clenched as he cocked his head to the side. Lucy saw him angle his gun a fraction of an inch and let off a warning shot above Flynn's head. Caught by surprise that Wyatt actually shot Flynn threw Lucy to the side and fired a shot back. Lucy screamed by thankfully Wyatt ducked in time. Flynn's bullet landing right in the gut of Kate Drummond.
"No!" Wyatt yelled in a panic rushing to her side and dropping to his knees. "It's okay, it's going to be okay. You're going to be fine." Wyatt said through thick tears pressing his hands to the wound oozing blood.
"Kate? Oh my god!" Lucy ran over to help Wyatt. "Wyatt, Wyatt I got her." She tried to cover his hands with hers. This was hitting too close to home and Flynn was getting away. She could tell by the blank look in his eyes that he was somewhere else. "Wyatt honey I got her go, go!" He finally snapped out of it and ran to chase after Flynn.
"Come on, stay with me." Lucy begged Kate. She needed her to live, this was too much like Penny. She had tears streaming down her face as she held one hand to Kate's stomach the other held her hand tightly. Less than a minute later Wyatt was back at her side.
"Move, move, move. Here let me." Wyatt tried to take over for her. Blood started to trail out the corner of Kate's mouth and Lucy closed her eyes, there was no hope. Kate began violently coughing as Wyatt whispered encouraging things to her. Rufus came running towards them but stopped abruptly when he saw Kate lying in their laps. Not too much longer her gasping silenced and Wyatt's head fell into his hands. Lucy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned her head against his back, looking out into the fire. Lucy could feel every jagged breath he took and a few tears slipped down her cheeks. Wyatt stared blankly at Kate's body and Lucy tried to gently pull him to his feet.
"Come on Wy, let's go home." She said softly. The walk back to the lifeboat was spent in a somber silence. Wyatt wordlessly lifted her up onto the rings and then helped her buckle her seatbelt. "I'm sorry about Kate." She offered.
"It's okay, she was meant to die anyway right." He gave small exhale, "I just want to go home." She nodded and Rufus started pressing buttons to make the rings start spinning. It worked coming here Lucy just prayed that it would work to get them home.
Landing back in 2016 they learned that the Anarchist Black Cross was responsible for the Hindenburg explosion. The team back at Mason Industries were shocked to learn that Lucy, Wyatt and Rufus were the Anarchist Black Cross. Thankfully the debrief with Agent Christopher wasn't too long and they were free to change back into their regular clothes. Lucy and Wyatt flopped down on a bench outside the room they changed in, leaning their heads against the wall and closing their eyes.
"We actually went to 1937." Lucy said again in disbelief.
"You're credited as bringing down the Hindenburg." Wyatt joked causing them both to burst out laughing.
"Goodnight guys." Rufus waved as he passed them. "By the way Agent Christopher said she sent someone to get your cars which I think is an incredible violation of your privacy but also kinda sweet." He laughed.
"Goodnight." They called back in unison. Lucy's head slipped down to Wyatt's shoulder and she let out a sigh. His own head landing on top of hers.
"We should get going." He patted her thigh, lancing their fingers together as they stood up and walked down the hallway to the exit.
"Can we just stop by my mom's house on the way home? I want to check on her and Amy." She asked.
"Of course." Wyatt brought the back of her hand to his lips. They pushed the door open to the parking lot and Lucy was surprised to see that it was still dark out.
"Hey Wy?" she asked softly biting her lip.
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you take the shot?" she heard him sigh next to her. "I know you could have made it, were you just afraid that I'd think you think I'm expendable?"
"You're never expendable." He cut her off surely with a kiss, "not to me ma'am." He smirked. "I just, I couldn't risk it." He said softly with a shrug, opening the door to their car for her before running around the front to get into the driver's seat.
"Wyatt? You asked Rufus about going to your own timeline because you want to change what happened to Penny, right?" Lucy asked, Wyatt's hands stopped before he could twist the key in the ignition.
"Yeah." He said hoarsely, turning the car on. Lucy grabbed his hand as he drove out of the parking lot. Rufus was right, she had no idea how Agent Christopher got their cars, and she really didn't want to know, but it was nice not having to try and get a cab this late at night.
"We don't have to stay long; I know we're both exhausted." Lucy said as they sat in the driveway staring at her mother's house. Turning off the engine they got out of the car and unlocked the front door.
"Amy?" Lucy called.
"Ames." Wyatt echoed, smirking because he knows how much she hates being called 'Ames'.
"Amy? How's she doing?" Lucy heard chopping in the kitchen and assumed it was Amy so she followed the sound. Lucy almost jumped back in shock when she saw her mother cutting up vegetables at the counter, seemingly cancer free and healthy as a horse. "Mom?" she barely whispered to herself. Wyatt had a stunned expression as well.
"Lucy? Wyatt? What a surprise what are you guys doing here?" She asked a little confused. "What was all that about Amy? Please say that you guys brought me a Snickers. What's wrong?" she asked at their shocked faces, all they could do was stare at her. Yesterday Carol Preston was terminally ill now she was walking around the kitchen asking about a Snickers.
"You're okay." Lucy said through tears that haven't quite fallen yet.
"Yes, of course I'm okay." She said suspiciously, looking at the tearful expressions on Wyatt and Lucy's faces, "Are you guys okay?" Lucy gave a watery laugh before running to hug her mom.
"How is this possible." She said shaking her head, running her fingers through her mom's hair. "How could- how could the Hindenburg have done all this?" she looked back to Wyatt.
"Hindenburg?" Carol raised an eyebrow at Lucy and Wyatt. "Lucy you're not making any sense."
"Sorry. I'm just so happy to see you." She beamed. "Where's Amy?" Lucy asked looking back and forth between her mom and Wyatt.
"Lucy you keep saying that, Amy who?" Lucy's heart stopped. No.
"No." she slowly backed away from her mom, "No."
"Luce…" Wyatt tried to touch her arm but she pulled away.
"No! Amy!" she called walking down the hallway. "Amy!" she then spotted her wedding picture that always sat on the end table. It usually held Lucy, Wyatt and Amy, now it was just Lucy and Wyatt. Lucy picked it up with a shaking hand. Two sets of footsteps followed her into the front room.
"Lucy tell me what is going on." She demanded. Lucy stared down at the picture frame in her hand and flipped it around to show them. She saw Wyatt's face fall when he saw the picture was missing Amy.
"This isn't right." She said shaking the picture.
"Lucy what are you talking about? You're starting to scare me." Carol said resting a hand to her chest. Just then Wyatt's phone started ringing, he pulled it out of his pocket and frowned.
"Wyatt Logan." He answered. "Where?...When?" he asked looking right at Lucy.
AN: What do ya think? I realized very early on how long this story is going to take so I have no idea how long it'll take me to finish it, if I ever do, but I will try my very best.