Chapter One: Escape

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"And as we speak, Rittenhouse has an operative working on the Mothership. Rittenhouse will control the past, the present, and the future." Her mother's voice registered through her thoughts.

Lucy couldn't breathe, it was like air was entering her lungs but she wasn't receiving any oxygen. What she was hearing just couldn't be true. Her mother, the one that had raised her, had been lying to her, her whole life.

Staring into her mother's eyes, so similar, yet so different, she felt weightless. Trapped. Her feet carried her across the floor, backward to the door. Suddenly she found herself running.

"Lucy? Where are you going?" Her mother yelled out the door.

She barely registered the sound of slamming wood as she fumbled through her pockets for her keys. All she could think about was something her and Harry Houdini had in common: escape. She needed to escape, she needed to leave.

Time didn't register through her mind. In fact, nothing did. She found herself driving absentmindedly, not able to think of a current thought. The only thing that snapped her out of it was the tears falling down her cheek. Lucy looked around and stopped her car, she opened the door and stepped out. She was on a forgotten road of some sort, not one car to be seen. She wiped her tears and looked around one more time. Where was she?

Lucy ran her hands over her face, and breathed. She wiped the tears from her face, again, and tried to steady her shaking hands, pulling out her phone and clicking her contacts. She couldn't breathe as it rang.

Click. Finally, an answer.

"Lucy?" The voice rang out, calm washed over Lucy's entire body for just a moment as she allowed herself to finally breathe.

"Wyatt, I-", a sob slipped, unabated past her lips. "I need you." Lucy struggled to say through the tears fighting their way back in her eyes.

"What happened? Where are you?" The concern in his voice rang through her like a knife, and made her pull herself together.

She heard his voice rise when she couldn't respond. "Lucy, I need you to tell me where you are." She tried to muster the strength to speak but couldn't seem to have enough air. "I need you to take a deep breath. Okay?"

Lucy nodded her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. "Okay." She finally got out.

"Good. Do you know where you are?"

"N-No, I have no idea. I was just driving, and then I looked around. W-Wyatt.." Lucy broke down again, this time not able to calm herself down, clutching the phone like it was her lifeline, and in that moment, it was.

"Just stay on the phone, okay Luce? I'm going to track it, but you can't hang up. Keep talking." It seemed to hit her then, how equipped he was to deal with this. It was almost routine.

Lucy knew she should talk. She had to tell him. But every time she opened her mouth she couldn't muster more than a shaky breath and his occasional name. She didn't realize how much time had passed until blaring headlights broke through the darkness around her.

Wyatt quickly got out of his car and rushed over to her, pulling her into a crippling hug. She let herself fall into his embrace, taking in his musky, yet natural scent that she was so accustomed to. For the first time that evening, she felt safe.

"You're okay, it's going to be okay." He breathed into her hair, his fingers rubbing circles over her back, making her eyes close in comfort. "You're safe now."

She breathed him in one last time, and pulled away, once more forced to wipe her stinging eyes. She looked up at him, and his mesmerizing blue eyes, and offered a weak smile.

"Thank you." She's never meant it more. She's never forced those two words to hold so much.

"Let's just get you home, okay? We'll come get your car in the morning."

"No. No, I-" She shook her head. "I can't go home. Wyatt, I just- I can't-" The panic coming back in her voice, her body shaking.

Her mind was chaos. She saw her mom, she saw Flynn and the promise of vengeance, she heard her mother's own threats. Her senses blurred into panic alone.

Then she felt Wyatt's hand was on her shoulder, anchoring her back down to reality, and it all went quiet. "It's okay. Lucy, hey, look at me. It's okay. You can stay with me tonight."

She took in another deep breath, forcing herself to calm down or else they would never leave. Wyatt offered her his hand, which she gladly accepted. He walked her to his car and buckled her in before getting on the driver's side and buckling himself in. She almost laughed; wherever they were, she always seemed to be incapable of seat belts around him.

Wyatt kept his left hand steady in hers, reminding her that he was there as they silently drove. Usually the silence would have drove Lucy crazy, but right now it was just what she needed.

The car stopped a while later, in front of an apartment complex. Wyatt walked her up flights of stairs, legs still trembling. She didn't realize how tired she was until she found herself sitting on a bed.

Her eyes began to shut, and she was too tired to protest. She felt her shoes be slipped off her feet, and gently pushed back to lay against a pillow. As she drifted from consciousness, she swore she felt a blanket be tucked under her legs.

She woke hours later, snuggling deeper into the blankets against the morning light. She covered her face with a pillow before she realized: this is not my bed.

Her eyes widened in shock as she sprang up, now where was she?

The events of the previous night came hurtling into her mind. Her mother, Rittenhouse, the car, Wyatt.

She jumped from the comfortable bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor, and creeped out into the hall, to a living room with a couch of rustled blankets. She walked into the next room and saw Wyatt at the stove with his back to her.

Lucy took a moment to just stare at him, he was truly wondrous. She felt her face turn red at her thoughts, because she could get used to this, him, every morning. She pushed the thought out of her mind and slowly coughed, making Wyatt turn around.

"Lucy." He said softly, placing his kitchen utensils down and walking over to her. "How are you?"

"Better now, I think," she told him, pulling out a stool to sit at the counter next to him.

Lucy took in the room around her. The walls were barren of any photos, excluding his service medals sitting on a mantel over his television. It was so neat and orderly she wouldn't have been able to tell he lived here at all. Except… the unmade couch that now stuck out like a sore thumb.

"Oh, God." Sudden embarrassment had her head in her hands again. "Wyatt I am so sorry. I made you sleep on the couch-"

She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "No problem, Ma'am." Lucy couldn't even bring herself to look up when he placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her. "It's not the first time I've had to sleep on the couch at three in the morning."

"Three in the morning? Oh my God, I probably woke you up, just to come get me-"

"Lucy." He cut her off, all teasing gone from his voice. He leaned against the counter in front of her, hands braced against the wood. He waited for her to meet his eyes. "It's okay. I didn't mind, as long as you're safe. Now do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Brown eyes met blue as she stared at him, trying to work up the courage to tell him what happened. She watched as he leaned over and took her hand.

"Lucy, whatever it is, we can work through it. I'm here for you. So please, tell me." Wyatt spoke softly, but firm. His voice was filled with promise, which gave Lucy the strength to finally tell him.

"My mom, she's Rittenhouse." She took a deep breath, giving a bitter chuckle. "Apparently I am Rittenhouse royalty." She looked at Wyatt, waiting for his reaction. His facial expression turned to shock as he tightened his grip on her hand. He was silent and Lucy was starting to wonder if this was a mistake.

After what seemed like forever, Wyatt squeezed her hand. "It's okay, we can handle her. You are nothing like your parents Lucy. You're strong, kind, and compassionate. You are not Rittenhouse material, so if that is what you've been so worried about, then you better force the thought out of your head." His voice wavered none, not one hint of doubt. His eyes glued to hers, making her keep eye contact.

"How can you be so calm right now?" She felt her voice break as Wyatt walked in front of her and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Because, if I can't stay calm, then who is going to calm you down?" Wyatt said, giving her his famous lopsided grin. "Someone has to keep you under control, ma'am."

Lucy let out a teary laugh before suddenly pulling him to her, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, for everything."

Wyatt shrugged, "It's part of the teammate handbook, isn't it?" Lucy laughed again, making Wyatt smile.

Lucy pulled away and it was a comfortable silence before Wyatt cleared his throat and looked down at her. "We have to tell Christopher, Luce," he murmured, stroking her hand with his thumb.

Lucy nodded softly. "Whatever we have to do."

(And scene!

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