Hello, all! Thank you for checking out my story. I am sooo obsessed with this show, and have been wanting to write a Timeless fic for a while now.

My story begins with the Time Team finishing up a trip to 1963. Please enjoy and comment!

Thank you again!

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"Oh no, no, no, no. Guys, this is bad. This really bad." Lucy muttered under her breath and she hastily ran her fingers through her hair, sitting in her respective seat in the lifeboat.

Wyatt looked at her confusedly. "Lucy, really? Why are you acting like saving JFK is a bad thing? You love JFK. Who doesn't love JFK? If anything, you should be celebrating."

"Wyatt, you're talking to the girl who was sitting next to Abraham Lincoln when he was assassinated. We have no idea how this could have changed history. Everything, I mean everything, could be different once we get back to present day. And that's not good."

"Okay," Wyatt rebutted, "What if we go back and everything is changed for the better? Ever thought about that, Ms. Negative Nelly?"

Lucy glared at him, "Well, fingers crossed, right?"

"You two," Rufus interrupted, "It's really difficult to work this thing when you both are arguing like four year olds."

"Oh really, Rufus?" Wyatt asked. "Lucy has the vocabulary of at least a five year old."

Rufus rolled his eyes, "Just let me just get us out of 1963, okay? It's really not the best environment for me yet."

Wyatt waved his arm at Rufus, gesturing him to get on with his piloting.

Lucy studied Wyatt, "I have a really bad feeling that something important is going to be really different when we get back, Wyatt." She had a somber expression on her face.

Wyatt took her hand, "You worry too much, Lucy." He gave her a half smile and a quick squeeze before letting her hand go.

Rufus interjected suddenly, "Okay folks, get ready for blast off in 3...2...1!"

Wyatt and Lucy both held on tight to their restraints as they were transported back to the year 2017. Wyatt held his eyes closed tight and kept them closed until the shaking and jarring from time travel came to a stop. He was still not use to the motion sickness that time travel caused.

"Wow," Wyatt heard someone babble, but the voice was unfamiliar. "That was a crazy one, I have to say," the feminine voice was sweet and smooth, almost like a songbird. However, it wasn't Lucy's.

Wyatt's eyes snapped open to see a very confused Rufus, staring at the source of the foreign voice. Wyatt then whipped his head to the woman sitting across from him, a woman that was not at all Lucy.

She was tall and blonde, with soft facial features and large, blue eyes, like a doll's. She was undoubtedly beautiful, but she definitely wasn't Lucy. The mystery woman's jaw dropped and her eyebrows burrowed. She tucked her long, blonde hair behind her left ear before speaking. "Why are you guys looking at me like I'm an alien?" She signaled to Rufus. "Are you going to open that door anytime soon? I'm pretty sure we aren't allowed to just hang out in here, ya know."

Yet the two men kept staring. Rufus spoke first, "Who are you?" He questioned.

Wyatt immediately asked a follow up question, "Yeah, and where's Lucy?"

"Wha- what?" The woman stammered, "Stop it, both of you. You're freaking me out. Rufus, please just open the door."

Rufus obeyed her command and the doors of the lifeboat slid open. The blonde women skillfully undid her restraints and slid out of the time machine. Rufus and Wyatt followed, still obviously perplexed because of the current situation. Outside, all of the task team was waiting for a brief of the mission.

Wyatt saw Christopher first, and spoke directly to her. "Where's Lucy?"

Christopher tilted her head in confusion, "Excuse me? Who?"

"Lucy Preston. Brown hair, about this height," Wyatt put his hand out by his shoulders to illustrate where Lucy would come to him at, "Really smart, knows everything about history."

Wyatt saw that no one in the room knew what he was going on about. "Does that ring any bells?"

Christopher shook her head and crossed her arms. "No, no one has any idea what you're talking about. Why would this "Lucy" be here?"

Rufus interrupted, "Lucy has been apart of this team since the very beginning. Ever since the Hindenburg. She is the historian, Wyatt is the soldier, and I'm the pilot. We're the Time Team. Jiya," Rufus gestured at his current girlfriend who was standing awkwardly at her desk, "look up Lucy Preston, please."

Jiya nodded quickly and left the room to do her research.

Wyatt continued the questioning, "She was just with us, like, five minutes ago! In 1963. Where we saved JFK. I just held her hand, I just talked to her. And now you're telling me that you have no idea who she is?" Wyatt was slowly freaking out. He ran his hand through his hair nervously.

Christopher waved her hands in front of her, signaling that this whole situation was ridiculous. "Wyatt and Rufus, Elyse has always been your historian this entire time. I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. You both seem hysterical." She glanced over the women that they both have just recently been acquainted with. Wyatt glanced over at her, her right hand was covering her mouth in distress and her left hand was planted on her hip. She was pacing around her small area and her eyes never left the floor.

Elyse stopped abruptly and looked up at Wyatt. "You really don't know who I am?" She was gazing at Wyatt with her clear, blue eyes, and sadness was evidently present in them. "Please, please," she pleaded, "please know who I am, Wyatt." She gently placed a hand on his forearm, and gave it a quick squeeze.

Wyatt stared back, searching his entire memory, trying to remember any recollection that involved this beautiful, yet unknown, woman. He felt guilty for not knowing. He finally gave up and slowly shook his head. He looked back over to Christopher, "first I lost Jessica, and now I've lost Lucy. What the hell is this?"

Elyse sobbed silently as she placed her hand over her mouth again. She eyed Wyatt again as tears streaked down her eyes, and as she tried to act brave, to seem like whatever was going on had no effect on her. She glanced at Christopher, "I think I'm going to go for a little bit. I'll give a brief of the mission once I calm down, if that's okay." Her voice was small, and broke a few times.

Christopher gave her a look of sympathy, and nodded. Elyse briskly walked away in the direction of the dressing room, a room that's filled up to the brim in era-appropriate attire.

Wyatt looked confused, "What's her problem?"

Jiya re-entered the room, carrying a tablet that most likely had information of Lucy Preston whereabouts pulled-up. She was leaning up against the railing of nearby work desk. "Elyse has been your girlfriend for the past six months, you asshole."

Lucy! What happened to her? Poor Wyatt! and who is Elyse?

Thanks for reading! the next chapter should be out in a few days! Please comment suggestions as well!